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I am..

More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks

To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips

I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix

And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix

Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick

My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit

The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there

I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere

Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting

I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding

It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting

It's melting and releasing toxic fumes

Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes

Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out

After that occurs, time gets consumed

I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures

Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures

Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not

to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer..

Think of sex in a camper...

A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

..Smoke and mirrors

So sophisticated

So cool

 

I AM..

An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss

The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with

Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit

I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit

I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it

And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits

I'm so synthetic

I like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my nose

Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snow

I'm getting snow plowed, I KNOW

It's time to fuck a guy now

I just applied blush and look surprised

but it's the way I plucked my eyebrows

Time out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel

And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heel

Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel

With a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel

I'm not real, but I've got FEELINGS...

except in my nipples because of the breast implants

To have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants

A club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream

Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine

 

 

 

first person to guess who it is wins nothing!

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Originally posted by BadWithNames@Nov 5 2005, 07:32 PM

it had to be done

 

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

 

haha i was waiting for someone to drop this....

 

"EXPOSE YOU FOR THE BITCH THAT YOU IS

HAVE YOU SHAKIN WORSE THAN SPRAYCANS IN THE HANDS OF INNER CITY KIDS!!"

my nigga illiment

 

"Yo its mack inatelli, fuck you aera shave that fat ass belly"

iner with the heat

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i don't listen to much hip hop, but this is one of my favorites:

 

Swollen with liquid

Ready to burst

A load of my lymph

Will quench this dead body's thirst

One month in the grave

twisted and half decayed

She turned a putrid yellow

I pissed in her maggot filled asshole

 

Fucking the rotting

My semen is bleeding

The smell of decay

Seeps from her genital cavity

 

The smell was unbearable

As I unburied her

I cum blood from my erection

I feel it run

down her throat, swallow

Eyes glassy and vacant

body dug up to play with

Skin greasy and naked

tounguing her rotted anus

 

I need a live woman

to fill with my fluid

A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill

her body exceptional

she thought I was normal

but I wanted more

 

I came blood inside of her

choking on the clot

gagging on the snot

gushing blood, from her mouth

bloody gel leaking out

Body buried in a shallow grave

Unmarked for none to find

The sickness I have left behind

Undetected go my crimes

The greatest thrill of my life

To slit my own cock with a knife

 

Violent, climax

Serging serum

on my skin

 

Back from the dead

I am resurrected

to spew, putrefaction

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my gat screamed fire, the bullet told me shoot that mother fucker hes a liar, i talk to my 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll, when niggas try to diss me im a rapper with a (?), kill em all, i cant be fucked in this game im a psycopath, my AK told me to shove him up the niggas ass, im havin my conversation with mister millimeter, hes one of my best friend bitch ass nigga meet him - some real G shit...SPICE ONE

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"packin for tour, actin like im packin for war... trunk filled with skunk still im askin for more"

"the only language im tryin speak in is smoke signals, and if you aint fluent than don't mingle... i gotta shitty attitude, to get out of it, gotta get 50 fuckin phillies wrapped around that half-a-pound, and she'll be lookin silly ask around... im a scholar with the shit, take one to the head like i dropped a dollar on my dick" - copywrite

 

"im tryin to crawl back in the k hole to get outta the car, but the k won't climb outta my nose and back in the jar" - cage

 

"everything that glitter aint fish scale"- mf doom

 

"painted like freight trains and still aint famous" -yak ballz

 

"i keep dip in the freeza next ta chicken fajita's, under waffles.. whole kitchen smell like one a dem bottles"- tame one

 

"swingin wordplay so heavy overwieght's an understatement" - liquorbox

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"I'll shove gun in your grill greasy and heated

smothered in hot mustard so when i feed it to you its easy to eat it

you need to be immediatley treated while your breathin

or you'llbe leavin the recievin room this evenin wit jesus..."

Em

 

"I flow shit blow shit smash ya toe shit

On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man

Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit

No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get

I fold shit like poker, smack em around

On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?

Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me

Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?

No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit

Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit

Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick

I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit

I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit

Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!"

Jigga

 

"I strong arm with lyrics, watch how I prove myself

Whether shadow-boxing or full contact I maneuver well

About to have rap locked, with rhymes two to a cell

Inmate inseragated housing unit refusing the mail

Nervous, chain smoker, high blood pressure

I mastered food or court jester, lyrical sport experts

Dress for tennis, the mind of Minota with special-effect lenses

Parade of all stars, with rhymes with bullet gold cards

Done played with a full deck, as positive as my drug urine test

My rhymes do to your brain what bullets do ta flesh!

Rockin the house, the cradle, in the eighth grade

coulda rocked the bells, but I was more comfortable in straight legs

Strong, like the contribution to rap Kane gave

My ego and my conscience refuse to share the same space

Treacherous like Naughty By Nature and Kool Moe Dee

Wouldn't catch me Half Steppin', even if I lost both feet"

Thirstin howl the 3rd

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"IF YOU WANT ICE, LOOK AT BIG L'S WRIST

IF YOU SEE ME IN THE CLUB DRINKIN' MO(ET) IT MEAN THEY DONT SELL CRIS"

 

"BIG L IS THE REBEL TYPE

I'M ROUGH AS A METAL PIPE

FUCK A BENZ 'CUZ I CAN PULL SKINS ON A PEDAL BIKE"

 

"I GOT DRUG SPOTS FROM NEW YORK TO CANADA

'CUZ BIG L BE FUCKIN' WITH MORE KEYS THAN A JANITOR"

 

Big L all day.

 

"A smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes"

 

"Street's disciple, my rap's a trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split

Play Mr. Toughie while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin my architect pleases

When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus.

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America

Police murderer I'm causin' hysteria

My troops roll up with a strange force

I was locked in the cage and let out by the Main Source

Swimmin' in women like a life guard

Put on a bullet proof, nigga, I strike hard.

Kidnap the President's wife without a plan

And hangin niggas like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics till the sound waves over

Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehova

Slammin' mc's on cement

Cuz verbally, I'm iller than an AIDS patient.

I move swift and uplift ya mind

Shoot the gift when I rip and rhyme

Rappin sniper, speaking real words

My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard

My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch god

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic

My voice box locks and excels like a rocket"

 

IT'S LIKE THAT YA'LL.

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Originally posted by angry orphan@Nov 11 2005, 05:01 PM

"packin for tour, actin like im packin for war... trunk filled with skunk still im askin for more"

"the only language im tryin speak in is smoke signals, and if you aint fluent than don't mingle... i gotta shitty attitude, to get out of it, gotta get 50 fuckin phillies wrapped around that half-a-pound, and she'll be lookin silly ask around... im a scholar with the shit, take one to the head like i dropped a dollar on my dick" - copywrite

 

"im tryin to crawl back in the k hole to get outta the car, but the k won't climb outta my nose and back in the jar" - cage

 

"everything that glitter aint fish scale"- mf doom

 

"painted like freight trains and still aint famous" -yak ballz

 

"i keep dip in the freeza next ta chicken fajita's, under waffles.. whole kitchen smell like one a dem bottles"- tame one

 

"swingin wordplay so heavy overwieght's an understatement" - liquorbox

 

 

Tame One ain't all that much now. Artifacts, artifacts.

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Pullin' up and bailin' out like we're carsick, I'm ready to start shit

Start up buryin' some heads like an ostrich

And unload the whole cartridge and throw the shells out the garbage

The hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve what I've accomplished

Yungbuck's my accomplice

Located his existance with my sixth sense like a compass

And starting on a journey established to stop this

Rushin' up the hearts of the niggaz to get 'em charged

What's the real reason?

All you haters try to murder me so now it's kill season

And even though I'm still bleedin'

I'm comin' after you cause I'm still breathin'

And y'all can't trace me

I bury my victims in the wall like gacey too lyrical

And since its nipple my umbilical these flows is critical

This music is miracle like I'm biblical

Killin' like I'm nuttier than buddy love

And still wouldn't leave a bloody glove and start the truck up

And speed the fuck up getaway smokin' this blunt

Dump the adrenaline eruptin' my viens I'm pumped up

 

 

...TWISTA...adrenaline rush...

(as you read it CHICAGO gots its own YUNG BUCK, not related to gunit)

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Originally posted by Ferris Bueller+Nov 12 2005, 12:37 AM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Ferris Bueller - Nov 12 2005, 12:37 AM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-angry orphan@Nov 11 2005, 05:01 PM

"packin for tour, actin like im packin for war... trunk filled with skunk still im askin for more"

"the only language im tryin speak in is smoke signals, and if you aint fluent than don't mingle... i gotta shitty attitude, to get out of it, gotta get 50 fuckin phillies wrapped around that half-a-pound, and she'll be lookin silly ask around... im a scholar with the shit, take one to the head like i dropped a dollar on my dick" - copywrite

 

"im tryin to crawl back in the k hole to get outta the car, but the k won't climb outta my nose and back in the jar" - cage

 

"everything that glitter aint fish scale"- mf doom

 

"painted like freight trains and still aint famous" -yak ballz

 

"i keep dip in the freeza next ta chicken fajita's, under waffles.. whole kitchen smell like one a dem bottles"- tame one

 

"swingin wordplay so heavy overwieght's an understatement" - liquorbox

 

 

Tame One ain't all that much now. Artifacts, artifacts.

[/b]

 

indeed.. but whats on the pod now, is not the classics in the collection... homie...

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Originally posted by ElectricitySucks@Nov 6 2005, 11:43 PM

I am..

More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks

To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips

I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix

And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix

Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick

My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit

The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there

I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere

Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting

I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding

It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting

It's melting and releasing toxic fumes

Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes

Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out

After that occurs, time gets consumed

I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures

Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures

Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not

to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer..

Think of sex in a camper...

A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

..Smoke and mirrors

So sophisticated

So cool

 

I AM..

An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss

The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with

Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit

I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit

I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it

And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits

I'm so synthetic

I like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my nose

Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snow

I'm getting snow plowed, I KNOW

It's time to fuck a guy now

I just applied blush and look surprised

but it's the way I plucked my eyebrows

Time out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel

And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heel

Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel

With a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel

I'm not real, but I've got FEELINGS...

except in my nipples because of the breast implants

To have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants

A club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream

Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine

 

 

 

first person to guess who it is wins nothing!

 

sage^^

 

how can you do the math, if you're not even in the class/

when i'm speaking you're by the door peaking through the glass/

making stupid faces to make the students laugh/

talkin out your ass walkin the halls without a pass/

-many styles

 

i'm an animal in the cannibal sector/with chicks that give you brains like hannibal lector - c rayz walz

 

yo i'll shine you in a cypher at your own show

with a rap to attract fans that normally don't go - qwel

 

i slaughter raps on accident, you couldn't snap on purpose

throw from the stage so fast you get points for crowd surfin

it aint worth it dog i'm sayin qwel is ill kid

i could diss the crowd piss the judges off and still win - qwel

 

i rip any rapper right after i smash the freshest kids

impossible to serve like consecutive life sentences - qwel

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Back in spiral, i roast humans like a gyro

New york, atlanta, africa to cairo

Diplomat king presidential offspring

Two miles from westinghouse, with lights down south

Government chemical voodoo man miracle

Super disease your brain is more hysterical

My urine see paralyze your ability with space codes

Electrodes you're ready for a pap smear

Wax in your inner ear, doodoo in your outer ear

Two cows a zebra will jump through your atmosphere

Giraffe-funk will raise beamin through your trunk

Steam of legion, to burn up in your anal region

Power contracting with bombs in his rectum factor

Utilized phonic like water in your panasonic

Trip or slip or fall

Right into the earth pit, gamma ray toilet

Microbes on your earth shit

Dr. ludicrous, i turn into a octapus

Grab eight species, isolate like an incubus

Convert with probes, green shit is on your earlobes

Attack what stomach with juice they call gastric

Alien bugs with sickle cell, get they ass kicked

Dermatologist examine more black cysts

Radiation butter pouring down your sinus, it's dr. octagon

 

dr octagon....what the...

 

"I got blood on my hands got no remorse, I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse" DMX

 

And last but not least

 

Johnny's in the basement

Mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement

Thinking about the government

The man in the trench coat

Badge out, laid off

Says he's got a bad cough

Wants to get it paid off

Look out kid

It's somethin' you did

God knows when

But you're doin' it again

You better duck down the alley way

Lookin' for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap

In the big pen

Wants eleven dollar bills

You only got ten

 

Maggie comes fleet foot

Face full of black soot

Talkin' that the heat put

Plants in the bed but

The phone's tapped anyway

Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May

Orders from the D. A.

Look out kid

Don't matter what you did

Walk on your tip toes

Don't try "No Doz"

Better stay away from those

That carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose

Watch the plain clothes

You don't need a weather man

To know which way the wind blows

 

Get sick, get well

Hang around a ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell

If anything is goin' to sell

Try hard, get barred

Get back, write braille

Get jailed, jump bail

Join the army, if you fail

Look out kid

You're gonna get hit

But users, cheaters

Six-time losers

Hang around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool

Lookin' for a new fool

Don't follow leaders

Watch the parkin' meters

 

Ah get born, keep warm

Short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed

Try to be a suck-cess

Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don't steal, don't lift

Twenty years of schoolin'

And they put you on the day shift

Look out kid

They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole

Light yourself a candle

Don't wear sandals

Try to avoid the scandals

Don't wanna be a bum

You better chew gum

The pump don't work

'Cause the vandals took the handles

 

 

Emcee Bob Dylan

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Artist: Stat Quo f/ Kanye West

Album: Ooh Drama 12"

Song: Ooh Drama

Produce: Midi Mafia

 

 

Lyrics:

(feat. Kanye West)

 

[intro/Chorus One: Stat Quo]

Oh ohh oh ohhhhhhhh!

Let me call some, call some girls that I knowww, knowww

I don't mean the bougie ones from befohhh, 'fohhh

I need some girls that's really down to get lowww, lowwww

 

[Kanye - talking over Chorus]

It's ya boy Kanye to The

The Roc is in the building right now

We smoked out

And I don't even talk like that

 

[Verse One: Kanye West]

Now if my man Benzino got a Benz and they call him Benzino

When I get my Bentley they gon call me Bent-lino

Lot of shit changed since I hooked with Jay-Z yo

For the tracks I done got 800 C-notes

So glad I ain't take the drive to Home Depot

Right now my car and home would be repo'd

Fuckin with my girl today around three-oh

My man said let's call some girls that we know

Ohhhhhhhh! Sometimes I wanna say fuck my bitch

But I don't want nobody to fuck my bitch

Even if a modelin chick sucked my dick

It wouldn't make me now feel so sick, just because

They came over to cheer me up

Smoked, drink, and yeah we fucked

No matter what they do it can't be enough

 

[Chorus One]

 

[Chorus Two: Stat Quo]

I'ma smoke like I never smoked befohhh, 'fohhh

I need some girls that's really down to get lowww, lowwww

 

[stat Quo - talking over Chorus Two]

Wooo! Yeah! Haha.. Stat Quo nigga

Shady motherfuckin Aftermath, you understand me?

Uhh

 

[Verse Two: Stat Quo]

Looka here homes gettin my stunt on

I step in the bar I'm a superstar

They know who I are from the pimp description

Mack hoes just to get 'em in the doggy position

Put my key in yo' ignition and work the kitten

Introduce you to how hustlers livin

Dick and bubblegum is all I'm givin

New whip, new year, new crib to sit in

I'll take ya bitch, make ya bitch make me rich

From major chips, but now you sick

How Stat Quo got dough to flow and dough to blow

'Gnac to sip and wigs to split

'Nuff grip won't slip, be easy

Your girlfriend wants to, please me

Make a porno, put her on TV

(Do a porno tape with that hoe mayne)

Make that pussy drip drip when she see me

 

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

 

Mafia!

 

 

 

this shyt is heat.....

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