blood.face. Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Originally posted by mackmode eh this I can feel. everybody around where I'm at dickrides Project Blowed/Shapeshifters/LL cause they've developed a following from being the only underground rap group who tours here often. I think they are all wack as hell though with the exception of Acey and Murs. theres should be many.....many.........many more exceptions.......many Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mackmode Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Originally posted by 26SidedCube Seriously buddy, that scenario would never exist. I know you think it's going to come down to that one day in public because in every hip-hop chat room you go into that's all you see.. but in this little pocket of existance called reality liking a certain person's music doesn't mean you want to have them raise your children... it just means you like to nod your head. "Hey everybody, look at E! He listens to Copywrite, what an herb toy lawndart looooser!" *Laughs and points with one hand with the other making an L on my forehead* your scenario is not possible. more power to Copywrite and his fans. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the_gooch Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Originally posted by EyeforAnEYE Oran Juice You without me is like corn flakes without the milk! This is my world. You're just a squirrel trying to get a nut! Now get on outta here. Scat! Don't touch that coat... http://www.soulwalking.co.uk/%A5Artist%20GIF%20Images/Oran-Juice-Jones-99.jpg'> oh, you so know the deal! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EyeforAnEYE Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 The video for that song is so awesome. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DREDZ Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 ...juice jones is the man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alure Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Originally posted by El Producto Immortal Technique- Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul (the whole song is fucking sick) that song got to me..gotta check it out.. Big Juss- Rugged like Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up will always be a favorite song Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheoHuxtab|e Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Great thread, keep the rhymes comin! 2Pac Suppress the revolution with premeditated schemes Introduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now, playa what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleedin with 3 strikes? Can't seem to focus, hopeless With violent thoughts, I wrote this Got these devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus pocus And so I learned to earn my currency, and over time Affiliated, clearly click a military mind May god forgive us, though we dwell inside a paradox Thugged out and drug dealin, from the womb to the block My live mind got me survivin 5 shots My .45 got me fortified with live rounds When shit stick, we plot hits, when our block spits All hail! Out on bail, wrath of 2Pacalypse Forever ghetto, necessary, picture food stamps Outlaw thug niggas, never left the boot camp Inspectah Deck Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods, bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge, shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Num-er-ous attempts at my life, so who to trust? Who but us? To supply you with the fire The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses, spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it A+ Check this out.. Yo, yo My mind is reachin twice that size than it only did last year Three times its likely to feel clear A+, I transform into a super emcee With super vocals, quicker than Superman can find a phone booth The whole truth, nothin but the whole truth, I roast you Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in Chernobyl The double O, just abide nuclear explosions Exposin radiation like a Vulcan I'm the only guy that knows why the Golden Eye was stolen by five Soviet spies They told me to lie, they dont want to hear the god spit Chop my hands off at the armpits but I regenerate limbs like starfish comin at you with the hard shit Swallow my beeper and page myself so I can communicate with a dolphin Lyrical arson, rush the planet like a million martians committin arson Walkin the tarpits in India with snake charmlets that place all the weight down... Theo Huxtable Visions of death devils and screamin incredible demons Are legible reasons for me to need medical treatment strapped in the back of a paddy wagon, doctors gladly examine insanity patterns of highly erattic brain waves dark legions of trained slaves waiting for Satan's word commencing gameday, early hours of light dilute and changed grey numbers appear on foreheads, as the floor bled, gore red untill the Heavens opened up and poured lead scores fled leaving cities doomed as flashy wastelands run from solids but the sins beneath will always chase Man misconceived rites of virgin sacrfice to reach the afterlife while bastards laugh at Christ with blasphemy before disaster strikes militia groups fuel the flames of hate with twisted truth kamikaze bombers are dressed as normal guys in business suits kids and women starve, priests in linen garbs are sinnin hard, while the wealthy aristocrats and congressmen are livin large money loses worth, pastors babbling confuse the church, Revelation arrives, pestelence and evil rules the earth choose a curse: either famine, hunger, pest and greed the stench of death concentrated cause the flesh to bleed computer chips crashed restoring countdowns at missile compounds, the moans of dying souls are silenced whenever bombs sound Lend an ear, as I scream out the very end is near Ah fuck it, when it's the truth people only pretend to hear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onthelam Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 As long as there's - drugs to be sold I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes I ain't slipping through the cracks So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps The first black in the suburbs You'd think I had extasy, percocet, plus syrup The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve The first young buck that I served I thought back to the block I never seen a cop when I was out there They never came out there And out there, I was slinging crack to live I'm only slinging raps to your kids I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz live But you don't want your little ones acting like this Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jimmy And now they all know the skinny Lil Joey got his durag on Driving down the street blasting Tupac songs (Thug Life baby!) But Billy like Snoop, got his blue rag on Now before you know it, you back in arms Now the police, got me in the middle of the street Trying to beat me blue, black and orange I'm like hold up, who you smacking on? I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on Oh ya don't like that do ya Fucked up the hood nigga this right back to ya dead prez f/ jay-z hell yeah remix Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onthelam Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 WC I was raised The young nigga wit squabbles In the city of loc's No hope or rolemodels The black sheep of the family destined to fail Predicted to spend my whole life in a jail-cell Fucked up and not believin the hype I know Id be more then a felon And soon dub will see da light Nigga, got my mind right Nigga, got my grind tight Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip Skip thru the lime-light.... MACK 10 See, we all got problems But some need adressin And so at night I hit my knees and thank him for my blessings And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stressin And continue with tha know how to dodge these Smith & Wessons And with his help I will perform at my best And it's still hard with all this temptation and testin' And If I'm wrong Ill just accept it as a lesson As I conquer all my enemies And match em with agression, Lord ya gotta have heart....westside connection Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alure Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 [benefit] As my verse disperses the worst curses a person hurts worse than the first virgin's privacy purse burstin I walk around the underground as a powerful thundersound Wearing the low down profound lyrical wonder crown Advanced listening wrestlin with pressure expressions And steppin in as a special specimen fresher than freshman Obvious overdosage coasted it over oceans With explosive posts flyer than your promotional posters Skillfully killing willfully drilling syllable spilling Fealing really upsettable biting is edible stealing Walking around the planet, rocking the ground like granite Cocking my sound cannon and topping the sound famine Deliberate inconsiderate etiquette, Benefit's belligerence Spitting shit like laxative excrement Dove in a frozen ocean fell low below boastin The one chosen who rose exposin the flow erosion [Chorus - repeat 4X] So nice that it's nasty, so bangin it's bustin So sweet that it's sick, so dope it's disgustin [benefit] I lead an expedition in vision and competition In a prison when deliverin witherin rhyme litterin Givin and never endeavoring ever clever however bringin it whether together or on solo feathers Sicker than liquor and medicine burnin and blisterin Leave your lights flickering quicker than strobes you're trippin in The high appointed, style anointed with ill delivery ointment On point with this like jointed presidential appointments Flashin full fashionable rational lyrical passion Glow bashin skulls burnin trash flows and watch ash grow Belittling with little men livin in oblivion Try batteling imaginin that they're hyper than Ritalin Simply deranged brain exchanged pain for gain Rearrange your frame to strange plain pattern with slain Bigger badder and better than all of your gold and cheddar When spreadin wing like medicine Men with ancient tribal lettering Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BUCK FUSH Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Aesop Rock Lifes not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman you only call her a bitch cuz she wont let you get that pussy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bellbeefer Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 Blahzay Blahzay - Danger When the East is in the house, Oh my God! DANGER! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mackmode Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 flight time alarm noice snare kicks hey yo black it's time piano loop Yeah, it's time man Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind --Nas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest WebsterUno Posted July 29, 2004 Share Posted July 29, 2004 *believe* notorious big-everyday struggle *************** I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle ********************** slick rick-children's story Here we go, Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow, When laws were stern and justice stood, and people were behavin' like they ought ta good, There lived a lil' boy who was misled, by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said: "Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash, robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash", They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease, He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha, tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover, The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static", Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap, but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?", the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney, The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, "I'll do years if I pull this trigga", So he cold dashed and ran around the block, cop radioes it to another lady cop, He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista, a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her, Looked around good and from expectations, so he decided he'd head for the subway stations, But she was coming and he made a left, he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath, Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, then he made his move to an abandoned building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, opened up the door there, guess who he saw?, Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope, who don't know the meaning of water nor soap, He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun, He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?), Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university, Escaped alive though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered, Ran out of bullets and still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic, Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead, he told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead", Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong, so he let the lady go and he starts to run on, Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded, before long the lil' boy got surrounded, He dropped the gun, so went the glory, and this is the way I must end this story, He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream, the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream, This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh, just another case 'bout the wrong path, Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?). Good Night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 455 Posted July 30, 2004 Share Posted July 30, 2004 "In 95 Imma max like Nissan"..Shyheim "I only roll wit originators/chicks stick ta my dick like magnets on refrigerators"-Big L "I catch wreck like tow truck"-MC Paul Barman "I'll leave to you to neck her for the poisionous necter/and hit that spot that's funkier than a Bootsy Collins' record"-un-known "I'm not from Houston,but I "Rap-A-Lot"-B.I.G. "Alotta rappers talk this murder shit and couldn't kill time"-Big L I'll think of some more later....my brain is not working to full-capicity.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
26SidedCube Posted July 30, 2004 Share Posted July 30, 2004 Re: *believe* Originally posted by WebsterUno notorious big-everyday struggle *************** I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle Originally posted by Jackson Biggie: When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice Ha. Both of these have been in constant rotation lately. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BIGBLUE Posted August 3, 2004 Share Posted August 3, 2004 Originally posted by the_gooch http://www.soulwalking.co.uk/%A5Artist%20GIF%20Images/Oran-Juice-Jones-99.jpg'> oh, you so know the deal! ^^^^^ lives on 147th st & St Nicolas ,NY no royalties ,no bookings. Im O.J. Biiiittchhhhh !!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fabo 2 Posted August 3, 2004 Share Posted August 3, 2004 put your hands in the air wave 'em around like you just don't care Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fannypack2 Posted August 3, 2004 Share Posted August 3, 2004 lyodd banks, cooler than the other side of the pillow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slim shady Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 i got 25 cans in my nap sack crossing out the wick wak puting up my name with a fat cap.... krs-one....out for fame.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slim shady Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 i'll fuck you on the A train while i write graffiti..... kool g rap.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
26SidedCube Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 Originally posted by slim shady i got 25 cans in my nap sack crossing out the wick wak puting up my name with a fat cap.... krs-one....out for fame.... http://www.luckmedia.com/beef/hi-res/img10.jpg'> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heavyLox Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 Originally posted by mackmode ... Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name ... --Nas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ethreadzny2 Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 Nine Da Fundamentalz I waste MC's like time who wanna know the incredible original Nine Burnin MC's at degrees of five-hundred farenheit Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's insane Pop like tops on 40 o-z's Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds I survived cause I strived then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insides Who's left, cause Nine got rights I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right) One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby I'm tired of playing all these games It seems like I-yah can't get time out anymore My name is Nine and your name is mud When I come down, I-yah haffa come down raw Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the Nine my style is fat Just say, no, no, sucker MC's know they rhymes are wack Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood claat Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat Still fat, still black I still rap, and yo' ass is stilL WACK Who's that nigga with the booyaka? It's the one and only Nine and I'm doin ya Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me (Check one check two check tree) Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E Chorus: Nine (repeat 2X) Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental Oh God I got Da Fundamentalz Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental [Nine] Rock, the body body, rock the body body Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes I guzzle brews then mic check ONE TWO I shake and bake the world, rearrange like the chemical jheri curl, drink til I earl *throws up* Excuse me, where was I? Stay fly Never ran, never will, do or die Chocolate thai got me lifted No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm gifted N-I-N-E, came up in lights I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40 Below Deep flow, act like you fuckin know Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like Joe Greene Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam It ain't no fuckin dream I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (SHIT) Nine makes MC's quick quick flick the Bic to the izz Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area with jaws, like a pitbull terrier I attack instrumentals with Fundamentalz off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils With the device I'm nice, if the price is right I tear the motherfucker up all night Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang I got slang like Wu-Tang not many can hang Chorus [Nine] For those who are unaware This is another Fed Production warning to all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping Now's your wake-up call, punk.. Bob Lewis, Nine, Tony Stoute, Al Blount The crew, is in effect You cannot stop this Protect your fuckin neck Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
avils Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 any line spit by the late great christopher lee rios. rip BIG PUN :king: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ethreadzny2 Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 raekwon:Ice Cream ntro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guts Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GLIK$ Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 Copywrite the 6 foot 4 skinny white kid ya bitch looks for, not because im rich but cuz my dick dont fit through doors. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest KING BLING Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 Originally posted by El Producto Immortal Technique- ...and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul (the whole song is fucking sick) I love how you and Alure both were like "this is the greatest song ever" but never gave a Title to the song...what is it? Roots/Black Thaught: <Clones> Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody know your record nor who you openin for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door <You know the name of this song> Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12:20 Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of I call up Maura, this dip I know from Bora Bora Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks That I'm with, blew a kiss Now I'm in the shower I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour Then got drier, put on attire to inspire Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire Laid around and lounged 'til around two Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew sayin' "Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat Bring a sack, ayo it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat" Now it's 3:37 and I still ain't left the rest Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest with the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out as I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon One of the best free styles ever, hear it delivered... Latyrx Live 90 Point 3 1994: Imagine Lateef Squaring off against MC Who Gives a Fuck And just give him the buck So he can pass it type flow Kind of passing no skills to speak of Nor command and commend cause the truth he's bending Lying like a wall to wall rug In the ending he just be acting like your long lost friend If you converse and try explaining it's a shame you don't spend More time rehearsing but lame brains be more concerned with meeting some type of famous person to be Instead of brushing up on freestyle techniques I see smiles appearing on faces that them they peeping understand the truth I speak Bave em unleash the shit is deep 'bout six feet Some seek security in sleep Cause in they eyes tapping their heels talking about I know this ain't defeat But it's only his own perception affected by misconception everyone else detecting the self, deception chill tecks flex It's ammunition for the lessons expressions off lookers grill shoot Just whose skills it is in question Told ya won't have to ask I kill without discretion at times With interjections disrespecting when agitation with hesitation leaves room The calculating the brother's decapitation Heads must be basing, contemplating they could equal my station I'm at some other elevation where revelations is commonplace If it was just a drop of flavor you was tasting Not a selection collection I'd still be incinerating your extra sensory perception Watch your third eye widen due to my penetration <a few of the lyrics are wrong, stupid web site> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest KING BLING Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 T.R.O.Y I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back 22 years ago to keep it on track The birth of a child on the 8th of October A toast but my granddaddy came sober Countin all the fingers and the toes Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh 18 years younger than my mama But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama In single parenthood there I stood By the time she was 21, had another one This one's a girl, let's name her Pam Same father as the first but you don't give a damn Irresponsible, plain not thinking Papa said chill but the brother keep winking Still he won't down you or tear out your hide On your side while the baby maker slide But mama got wise to the game The youngest of five kids, hon here it is After 10 years without no spouse Momma's gettin married in the house Listen, positive over negative for the women and master Mother Queen's risin a chapter Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do When they reminisce over you, my God [Pete Rock] My God It's so... Yeah, so lovely That's how we like to do it in the 90's Pete Rock & CL Smooth comin' atcha... Verse Two: [CL] When I date back I recall a man off the family tree My right hand Poppa Doc I see Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father When my biological didn't bother Taking care of this so who am I to bicker Not a bad ticker but I'm clocking pop's liver But you can never say that his life is through 5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too Here we go while I check the scene With the Portugese lover at the age of 14 The same age, front page, no fuss But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us Never been senile, that's where you're wrong But give the man a taste and he's gone Noddin off, sleep to a jazz tune I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room I get the pillow and hope I don't wake him For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over I said pop maybe when you're older We laughed all night about the hookers at the party My old man standing yelling good God, almighty Use your condom, take sips of the brew When they reminisce over you, for real [Pete Rock] For real, baby Like that We for real Comin' atcha... In '92 Pete Rock & CL Smooth Yeah, c'mon, hit me! Verse Three: [CL] I reminisce so you never forget this The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness Take the first letter out of each word in this joint Listen close as I prove my point T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet? In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street But only you saw what took many time to see I dedicate this to you for believing in me Rain or shine, yes in any weather My grandmom Pam holds the family together My Uncle Doc's the greatest better yet the latest If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce So Pete Rock hit me, nuff respect due When they reminisce over you, listen [Pete Rock] Listen, just listen To the funky song as I rock on And that's word is bond I'm not playin Everybody, just coolin This song we dedicate To the one and only Never be another he was my brother Trouble T-Roy It's like that y'all And you don't stop Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92 And we out, later Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest KING BLING Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 The 4th Branch The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, ideology Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism? Human rights violations, we continue the saga El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism ... A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your project window Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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