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A million dead, a million scarred,

A million bars till' you realize you took it too far,

With your cars and you guns, ha, hardy-har-har...

Til' I'm dead and I'm gone I'ma gonna party too hard,

Life's short, have a ball, matter fact, have two,

Yo the government don't care, here's a big "FUCK YOU"

Cause gas is 4 bucks, but they still drive trucks,

Dumb and dumber in your hummer, yo I bet that sucks,

Spend a millie at the pump,

In the city you don't need that,

Buy a fucking bike, maybe you wouldn't be fat

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[Tony Da Skitzo]

scared i'm gonna trip my fingers

these fingers stuck in your third eye

as i gotcha paralyzed your heart venture

bad tidings residing in liberal

until nightfall i might crawl outta the shadows in your sleep

cuz my wristbone's connected to the hand bone's connected to the

jizz nasty i can never let it walk on by

why do i feel so high when it strikes mid-knight in shining armor

cybernetic snake charmer

all you can get

your sweat glands and pores in your skin

release spores from within leviathan

can't hang unless you swing by the neck

untempered instrumentals got you smooth

as thinking continental cruise

your core bruise until your spine and

press rewind too many times

and catch several shurikens

to your mind and soul as i swallow it whole

i see you grippin on

cybertron optimist call me crypticon

synchro on quartz tryin to thwart the uppending doom

croonin like coyotes at the moon

when its almost high noon niggaz swoon like ninjas

unite west coast avengers

drift fine swollen member

 

 

i can't find other shit from him.

and i ain't typing shit out.

guy is my favourite rapper.

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well i was comin home late one dark afternoon

a reporter stopped me for a interview

she said she's heard stories and she's heard fables

that i'm vicious on the mike and the turntables

this young reporter i did adore

so i rocked a vicious rhyme like i never did before

she said damn fly guy im in love with you

the casanova legend must have been true

i said by the way baby what's your name

said i go by the name of lois lane

and you could be my boyfiend you surely can

just let me quit my boyfriend called superman

i said he's a fairy i do suppoose

flyin through the air in pantyhose

he may be very sexy or even cute

but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit

i said you need a man who's got finesse

and his whole name across his chest

he may be able to fly all through the night

but can he rock a party til the early light

he cant satisfy you with his little worm

but i can bust you out with my super sperm

i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it

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It's a - thin line between love & hate

And due time, a stable mind separates what's fake

It's Two kind of paper takers, make no mistake

You got those that touch a little

Then there's those that rape

I've been embraced, got a face that the game can't shake

I'm known well like a Coke scale, my name hold weight

Impeccable taste, medallions in symmetrical shape

Since '88 been wildin' wit a Electrical tape

Was a Ape to that street rap presented itself

Who could beat that, so like Lennox I surrendered my belts

I was felt wit five funnies, my cars was dealt

Wit my money and subconscious, I was God himself

The weed helped, but overall I was so Hip-Hop

Certified as a cool guy to be so hott!

Verbalized like 2Pac, wit a East-Coast bop

Then the shit just changed, had to switch up lanes

Past predicted the future, though the present exist

Poetic wiser, I'm Commonsutter, it's a heavenly bliss

Schooled as a little dude, only dealt as diss

But you know 'em people is sick and they medicine mix

So 50 it's only a run, enjoy this here

Matter of fact you ain't done, enjoy this year

And uh it's only fair I make this clear

You could neva fuck wit me, so don't neva fuck wit me

If money makes the man then on Iraq land

Saddam statue will still stand on top of the sand

You a fan so overall respect my hand

Cuz I can see what's goin' on, I respect your scam

And we can toast to the life that showed us both

That trials and tribulation only bring forth growth

And when we bhost, you could bet who be felt the most

So live your life 'til the reaper approach..

 

 

Royal Salute (50 Cent Diss) by AZ

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Big Pun - "Twinz"

 

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily.

 

 

Eminem - Soundbombing 2

sumin sumin sumin I get weeded. My daughter scribbled over that rhyme I couldn't read it.

 

maybe not the best but its the first that comes to my mind.

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Remember the damage I did to your lasso

Then threw your pampers in a manhole, your engineer walked away

With ponytails like Annie Mae, laughin an talkin the other way

You was the first rapper to pull out grease an turn your butt the other way

Your girl think you're tough, big buff an rough

90% of these rappers are very soft.

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Mos Def- What is Beef?

 

Beef is not what Jay said to Nas

Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs

So they tryna find niggas to rob

Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job

Beef is when the crack kids can't find moms

Cause they end up inna PINE box or locked behind bars

Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97

Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic

Beef don't come with a radio edit

Beef is when the judge is callin' you "defendant"

Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence

Handed down to you in a few short minutes

Beef is when your girl come through for a visit

Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"

Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit

Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get it

And all your little kids is doin is gettin' bigger

You tryin not to raise 'em around these wild niggas

Beef is when a gold digger got ya seat and a

A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga"

Or I'm tellin' your wife

Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life

Beef is when a gangster ain't doin it right

Another gangster then decided what to do with his life

Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic

Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight

Yeah, beef is not what Ja said to 50

Beef is more than Irv not bein here with me

When a soldier ends his life with his own gun

Beef is tryin' to figure out what to tell his son

Beef is oil prices and geopolitics

Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip

Some beef is big and some beef is small

But what y'all call beef is not beef at all

Beef is real life happenin' everyday

And it's realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay

This has been a Black Star PSA

From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante

And the Black Star embassy, B to the K

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i'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge i've ever crossed beneath the sun,

then live my life knowing you may one day follow me over one.

 

also, prolly been posted

 

Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman

you only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy.

maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests

or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess.

 

 

-Aesop Rock

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Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force

My mind blind force is known to blow time off course

Even, if I rode around the world on a blind horse

Strapped down, I'd still get my point across

Allah is father of all

You debate whether big, whether small

Whether short, whether tall

Whether dense, whether length

Whether strength, whether width

Either man, animal, bird or fish

Whether, black or white, more shapes than snowflakes

Existin', everywhere but you still can't locate

The man of steel couldn't bend me

Time couldn't end me

Even the great devil Satan that tried to befriend me

Understand the equality, God in a bodily

Form, lettin' my knowledge be born

Lettin' my knowledge be born...

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[big duke speaking]

This jam right here is dedicated

To all you motherfucker that ain't right here

You're supposed to be right here with me, motherfucker

You know what I'm saying ?

You know what the fuck I'm saying

I'll catch up with you soon, homies

Ah ah, yeah, we'll catch up to you all

All of you motherfucker

And you know what I'm saying

Cause at the end, at the end we all diiiie

 

[sick jacken]

Sounds like gods are crying tears of malathion

Raining over your head to put out the fire

Who desires to die? besides, the suicidal tendencies

Can lead to the eternal sleep

So keep you eyes wide open and alive

Grab your snake and ride to the other side

If your intention is to defy death

I'll tell you now, even the best get laid to rest

We're on our way to the stone garden

End of the road were everybody goes but not forgotten

Frames all rotten souls travel to unravel

Other worlds and big cloud castles

Why do we have these hassles, livin' cautious

Walking the street watching your back?

Your fear's collosus

We conquer souls while ganja rolls

Everybody here's high so the story unfolds

We're on another planet thought, thinking immortal

But the path we're on leads us straight to the portal

 

Chorus: [sick jacken & (big duke)]

(devil's in disguise)

They're coming to claim us

Let it come as no surprise

I stare into the face of death

'cause at the end of their time, everybody dies

 

[big duke]

This is a time of pain

Warzone for your own gain

I roam the middle with the metal 'cause I'm insane

Break frames... catch a smoking

Is it gonna earn you a name?

Did you get slain?

Or fall victim to bald knuckle-heads and bad aim

It ends all the same

Every mothafucker right here gotta jump on soul train

Some go up, some go south

Some get stuck in a realm with no way out

Some get to hide, o.d. on drug hits,

Dying in your sleep, that's the shit

But lives get took violently

On the streets of a lost city

 

Chorus: [duke & (sick jacken)] x2

(devil's in disguise)

They're coming to claim us

Let it come as no surprise

I stare into the face of death

'cause at the end of their time, everybody dies

 

[b-real]

In the stone garden, we keep all the heavenly gates packed

With fresh souls under control, no holdin' back

Look at all these names engraved in the stones

Even the unknown finds his path on his way home

Roam... where the spirits all lie

One of these fuckin' days, even I'm gonna die

And when I do, I'll be another memory

Hanging out with the ones who were there before me

Look out haaa... let me set your soul free

By the buddha tree, open the gates to eternity

Everybody rise up, open up your eyes

We demise and we're trippin' to the other side

 

Chorus: [b-real & (big duke with sick jacken)] x2

(devil's in disguise)

They're coming to claim us

Let it come as no surprise

I stare into the face of death

'cause at the end of their time, everybody dies

 

 

[big duke speaking]

Yeah at the end, at the end

We'll catch up with you

You know what I'm saying, that's it

We all die then motherfucker

Yeah even if you take me out by now

One of my motherfucker's gonna take you up

And then you'll take him and back and forth and shit

And it don't stop you know what I'm saying

Body rott drop and shit

You know what I mean

Ah ah

 

This is the end

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Calling the police, calling the g men

Calling all americans to war on the underworld

 

All I need is money, and I’m getting that money tonight

 

Verse one: lil’ fame

 

Let’s take a slide through the ill side of town with this b-boy

Watch out for jake, snakes and decoys

The streets keep you p-noid

Everyday’s a new game, we do thangs for new thangs

This kid got stopped for like three g’s and two chains

Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in

In my crib I heard villians outside blazin

Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men

Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on hopkinson

That’s why this +downtown swinga+

Ruckus bringa be packin bangers

That make your whole shit out of clothes hangers

It’s only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in

The fo’-fo’ will cold push ya shit in

So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these new york desperadoes

We’ll bust open your head like avocadoes

Heavy artillery in my facility

For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

 

 

 

Yo what up? ain’t nothin; is it real? yeah son

What’s todays mathematics nigga? stick to ya gunz!

What’s the word? ain’t nothin; is it real? yeah son

What’s todays knowledge of self? stick to ya gunz!

 

Verse two: billy danze

 

The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo’-fo’ desert eagle

Nigga, that shit is diesel!!

Lethal hollow point slugs plundge through any object

Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects

I ain’t gonna be beefin or eyein you

Silently I move violently

Me, ain’t no reliable see

I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days

Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave

If it happen the squad’s cappin, I’m in the mix

And I’d rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six

My kind, on the front line still standin

Mr. billy danze, and I’ll work you with a mini cannon

Holdin it down it’s the drama lord

So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board

Firin squad, niggaz on the run

Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns

 

 

 

Verse three: kool g. rap

 

Aiyyo, I represent queens, on crime scenes a murder machine

Put m-16’s in niggaz spleens

So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill

It’s blood spilled for real

I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill

So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin

The biscuit that I’m clutchin

Puffin like cess but that’s the fuckin dutchman

Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus

We’ll be three niggaz who’s clappin but we ain’t applaudin you motherfuckers

Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids

Ain’t gotta go rush to toys r us to get you cabbage patch kids

Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,

Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens

Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped

In fact I let a ak cap push your toupee back

Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds

Niggaz better stick to they guns

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmM3lTRq0LA

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Style masters born to make classics

and paint canvas

geometric

breakdancers.

The almighty may shatter

caves and caverns

flames and magma

rivers of niagra.

All of this beauty can be yours to discover

can you see a brother?

without the LSD

I see color.

 

-EDAN

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Dipset - Fxck wit us (Reunion)

 

 

 

juelz coming with it with it (aye)

gangster nigga shit (oh)

ganster get it get it (aye)

how the bitches get it (aye)

how the niggas get it(apes)

the get it the get it (aye)

never forget when they get it (aye)

if the bitches get it before the niggas get it (oh)

all the niggas gonna see all the niggas and bitches get it (aye)

When the bitches get it // they gonna love when the niggas get it

if the kids get it ,(aye) then the niggas gonna get it before the kids get it (aye)

and if the kids get it (aye)// they get it after the bitches get it

bitches get the niggas getting it, niggas get thier shit twisted (aye)

 

 

beat that.......

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