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atlfan25

07-09-2006, 04:47 AM

They told me that pain was just in the brain, the irony of that
Cause that was the slogan showing, when they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin, would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's, right behind me with a gat
Take that, the rain's loud on the window when it taps
To help with the time, I thought that I could finally be relaxed
Tired of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you to keep on grinding, when you kinda broke
That helps you to keep composure, up around your folk
That keeps from trying to wrap a rope, around your throat
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna give him trust
Mama telling you pay your ties, and you yell at her back for what
So the pastor can ride faster, get some rims on his truck
I don't think that they'll miss, ten percent of negative bucks
Put some Henny up in your cup, your problems will start to drown
But soon as your buzz leaves, them problems come back around, damn

Your bills keep adding up, to be alone you prefer
Bill collectors steady calling, starting to get on your nerves
Your rent due on the first, but right now it's the third
Telling yourself it's gon get better, but ain't believing a word
Feel like it's hard to deal, tomorrow it's harder still
Not to mention the realest member, of your family is getting ill
Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real
In the mist of all the drama, you take a lil' time to kneel
To deal you take a pill, just to deal with the drama
You thinking your life sinking, and there isn't a plumber
They tell you what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger
You'd have to be a Superman, to lift as much as me partna
(Could tell you stay strong) you're trying, but help is just what you doubting
Cause the room is a monsoon, that's never gon get to drying
The storm is moving on, and you thinking these people lying
They saying they had it worse, but how come they all keep on smiling

SA Gunslinger

07-09-2006, 04:52 AM

Nigga. Nigga. Nigga
Nigga. Nigga
Nigga, please
I'm treated like a fuckin disease.
You say: why can I call myself a nigga so quick?
Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick
Yo! niggaz say nigga we cool
But, cracker say nigga not to fuck up
But I got to be a fast nigga
Not to be the last nigga
Or I have to beat your ass, nigga
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later
In a verse I curse
Because I [?] with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder created by the streets of Compton
I get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it
Because I know it
And if you think I'm fucking your wife
Your mother fuckin' right
Yo! Because I'm a nigga for Life

-----------------

Easily I'm aproachin'
There ain't no jokin'
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw
Yo! the muthafuckin' devil son 'n law
Peter, Peter, pussy eater
No it's the E the mothafuckin' pussy beater
And i'm a quick-up trick-up up a quid to trick up the bitch
So come here bitch and lick up the lick up the lick up the dick
Now how many nuts would it take for me,
To let that bitch graduate to lesson 3, let's see...

[Splash Splash ..]

As you can see I straight wax that ass
Back up bitch unless you want nut in your eye
I never never ever ever seen a bitch cry
Nut 1, nut 2 nut 4 5 6
I lost the 3rd nut in the mix - fuck it!

Hey yo yella boy, let's rewind it!

6 5 4 nut 3 is up
Gimme that gimme that gimme that nut
You wanna feel the dick baby try your luck
Because the E likes to fuck fuck fuck yo
I get 'em stuck-on and get the fuck on
Give 'em a dick to roam and tell 'em thanks for the pussy hole

I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
but before I d.o'
yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
to the motel
to the holiday inn
yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up [what's you do?]
I'll just fuck her friend ...

atlfan25

07-09-2006, 04:53 AM

Walking that hallway where mom say, she get treated the wrong way
And all they, do is just argue about it all day
And all they, never handle it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it ain't no place like home
Which is true, cause home is really like no place I've known
They can't see the light is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the good times die, life goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it sucks
Cause her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Look at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the prescription
He's broke and he blame mama, cause she can't fix 'em
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know that he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
911, can somebody please dial it
Lord please, could you help me put a end to this riot

atlfan25

07-09-2006, 04:54 AM

A religion is what you missing, someone tell me how can it
Make people panic, mention God and all the weak people vanish
Take God your woman and your family, even your own life for granted
Until you slanted on the planet, with your face in the granite
And I won't have it, I don't wanna see my culture divided
So I decided to remind it, there's a choice and provide it
So put your ego to the side, soon as you standing beside it
Raise your right hand, and let the spirit know it's invited
Don't need to fight it, I just wanna make it right before they bury me
Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me
Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me
To the soldiers that passed in the game, we missing you terribly
Thank my family especially, in my mind like telepathy
Staying humble's the recipe, keep my faith and he blessing me
I use the energy left in me, to make sure they respecting me
Walk the steps of my destiny, like I know he protecting me
I'm a leader, believe the people won't get to see less of me
No they won't see the death of me, or no police arresting me
I live life so successfully, and just show em the best of me
On another level mentally, this position was meant for me

SA Gunslinger

07-09-2006, 05:30 AM

One-time! One-time!
Fuck the five-oh cause they after me
Kill me if they could, I'll never let em capture me
Done lost too many niggaz to this gangbangin
Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, fucked up!
I had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie
and he knew it when he shook and died, my God
Even though I know I'm wrong man
Hennesey make a nigga think he strong, man (heh heh)
I can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches
Try to calm me down, I ain't givin up
I'm gettin lost in the weed, man, gettin high
Livin everday, like I'm gon' die (gon' die, gon' die)
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn't high
probably try to blow my brains out
Lord knows...

baseline bum

07-09-2006, 10:18 AM

Daz and Kurupt throw some real misogynistic shit on wax, huh? :lol

I flip-flop and serve hoes with the fat dick.
'Till I die I'm still screaming that bitches ain't shit.

* - * - * - * - *

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, I'd always be broke.
I'd never have no motherfucking indo to smoke.
I gets laced and looney.
Bitch you can't do me.
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes.
That's somethin I learned in the pound,
so how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this ho, just to lay this ho?
I know the pussy's mine, so I'ma fuck a couple more times.
And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it.
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it.
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me.
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me.
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention?
Approach it with a different proposition.
I'm Kurupt, Ho
You'll never be my only one.
Trick ass bitch!

* - * - * - * - *

Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch
You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch

leemajors

07-09-2006, 10:23 AM

Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken,
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see,
visions from me
at twenty three making us free in my community
one day is what I live for,
ain't thinking about no hope no more
I got my boots I kick it till I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
up in they rides,
looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking G's
In the South Indies
my nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles
off in the hood
Knowing each and every ###### sellin', but can you blame
the fact the only way a brother can survive the game
the block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
in fair times so writing rhymes
it ain't just the police
we kill each other just lost another brother
fast living will get you took,
thinking it can't happen to you and then it do
off crooked schemes its just a dream
floating face down in the mainstream

Chorus:

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
that's why some are found floating face down in the main stream

Verse 2:

They swan divin'
fit they name be thrashing an album
go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
be rhymin' catching the day when the recipe calls for black and
wrong ingredients,
maybe too much herbs and spices,
maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish
southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same
so I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow
I hope you vomit, won't call no names cause that's not my job
it just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are
but if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel
but then it might get ugly cause trust me niggas do feel
the way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus
we kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers
face down, face down, face down

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live
when you was hungry, fed you a hot meal, look at the hand you deal
me crudball business giving ######s inches so here, take a foot
luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horseshoes,
experience is sometimes the best teacher until we get our own plate
I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours,
process momma moping like jerry
meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery
never to obtain another level of con-science
only to test, to poke and see
why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed
??? with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
but a missle will take it all the way just as quick as you can say
I wish I never did what I did now face this bid
it was the company you kept, the many places you slept
when you shouldn't have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap
contributing to sin and your nigga bitch in the court showing paper thin
got you ######s where they want you again,
floating face down in the mainstream
thats why, thats why, thats why

(Chorus)

Verse 4:

Everybody's a player, rubbin them kangols on their head
thinking its all about your clothes, ###### its all about your self
the way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
to dicks oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery
you know the history about this clique bitch
oh, what, you want me to call you slut?
then why you fucking all them ######s letting them all up in your guts
but see that AIDS I'm afraid that's why I play the quiet role
I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll
like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even
my partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven
in the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits
in the mix flowing like some motherfucking swordfish

baseline bum

07-09-2006, 10:23 AM

Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium
Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet, hit the shower
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 broom handle
Hangin half-way out my draws

leemajors

07-09-2006, 10:25 AM

No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit I break kids
Step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses I hate those motherfuckin posers
But I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me
And no we don't make wack tracks
and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts
I represent set up shit like a tent boy
You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record dal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal
Verse Two:
Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please
I be like fascinatin when I be updatin
Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God
Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore
Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
But I get props like a slogan and no man
Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
No double checking vocals kill like weapons
But if I have to I go all out with no mic
Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights
And for my peeps I truly care
Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
And they all know how I feel
Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal
Verse Three:
I know I'm dope but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop
of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because I don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond I go on and on
For you it's tragic I got magic like wands
So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha
Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha
Cause I be kickin the real
While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal

leemajors

07-09-2006, 10:29 AM

I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone
OHh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss
Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma *urrp*
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin
J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin
I get drunk and start talkin mo' shit
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-*urrp*, damn I'm drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When I get drunk I might act uncouth
But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...
*urrrrrrp* Damn, false alarm
Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunk

Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash

Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift

It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Slip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people
Got hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee Wrinkle
Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte
Lookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey Dante
All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit
Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to E-Swift

Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin
Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin
Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin I got ta earl, any second
Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the fuck was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin four-o's
All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk

Verse Three: J-Ro

Aight, think I'm feelin a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out

I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends
that passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D
The three MC's will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes
Damn I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive
The ALkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin
Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin

leemajors

07-09-2006, 10:30 AM

Caps get peeled rolling in my force field
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill
So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin
I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for Starvin Students
Downin all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe (yipes!)
The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes
Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn
I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm
with flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin
I should mind The People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
and host my own show, after Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo!
Transmitting live to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift
My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with
Never shy, sippin on some why ask why
Smokin thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thiiing
while niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it
Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure
Verse Two: Q-Tip
I bring it to your chest pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs
When we start rappin heads roll like Patton
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Yo I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage
ANd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish
The Abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
Mary Jane ain't nuttin but a joint
They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I'm cuttin and slashin like Luke's light saber
Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone
Where MC's get seared and all spots blown
And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky
I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz can't grapple
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle
[Pow, bust my liquid-ass style
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child]
Verse Three: J-Ro
Yo put in the disc E
While I hit the whiskey
[Bust a rhyme off the head J]
The nigga missed me
I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk contest
I don't walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to sleep like an infant
The Likwit crew, comin like this on you
With that four minute Olde English piss on you
You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit
I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets
Beats make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets
I fill all my days with big butts and boom
I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin
When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come marchin in
I'ma roll right by em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down
Cause I got the ladies lookin like Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your earholes
I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose
Verse Four: King Tee
Hardcore G, I get hardcore man
From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an isperential differential
Confidentially smashin instrumentals
On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
And put my rear shit in flight, peep
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk
Man you got some motherfuckin junk

leemajors

07-09-2006, 10:31 AM

ok last one for me for now, alkaholiks and ODB, doesnt get much better than this:

Featuring Ol Dirty Bastard]
[Tash] What's yo' name?
What's yo' naaaaaame?
[ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'ma Alkaholik
[Tash] Yeah me too nigga
[ODB] *singin some crazy shit*
[Tash]
You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
my drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak everytime I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client
Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
my ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker WHAT!!
[J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block
*burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies
*chorus*
You bithces are hoes
Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe
or in your butthole/earhole
Whever the fuck it goes
(repeat 2X)
[Ol Dirty]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
[J-Ro]
Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin
What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin
I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin
You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in
[Tash]
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
[Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way
At you fuckers...
[J-Ro]
So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
[Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
true God but my dick is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo...
[Tash]
See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home
I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin
Niggaz lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'
(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humb-le
Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!
*outro*
It's the Likwid crew
Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew
So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?
(repeat 2X

baseline bum

07-09-2006, 10:32 AM

A couple from the greatest rapper of all-time:

Streets ain't the place for innocent bystanders to stand.
Nothing's gonna stop the plan.
I'll chill like Pacino,
Kill like DeNiro,
Black Gambino,
Die like a hero.

* - * - * - *

Even if its jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up, convert into hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffitti and every show you see me in
Deep concentration, 'cause I'm no comedian.

leemajors

07-09-2006, 01:55 PM

leemajors

07-09-2006, 01:58 PM

With vice I hold the mike device
With force I keep it away of course
And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'
And on stage I rage
And I'm rollin'
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)

I roll with the punches so I survive
Try to rock 'cause it keeps the crowd alive
I'm not ballin', I'm just callin'
But I'm past the days of yes y'allin'
Wa wiggle round and round
I pump, you jump up
Hear my words my verbs
And get juiced up
I been around a while
You can descibe my sound
Clear the way
For the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)

I rang ya bell
Can you tell I got feelin'
Just peace at least
Cause I want it
Want it so bad
That I'm starvin'
I'm like Garvey
So you can see B
It's like that, I'm like Nat
Leave me the hell alone
If you don't think I'm a brother
Then check the chromosomes
Then check the stage
I declare it a new age
Get down for the prophets of rage
Keep you from gettin' like this

You back the track
You find we're the quotable
You emulate
Brothers, sisters thats beautiful
Follow a path
Of positivity you go
Some sing it or rap it
Or harmonize it through Go-Go
Little you know but very
Seldom I do party jams
About a plan

I'm considered the man
I'm the recordable
But God made it affordable
I say it, you play it
Back in your car or even portable
Stereo
Describes my scenario
Left or right, Black or White
They tell lies in the books
That you're readin'
It's knowledge of yourself
That you're needin'
Like Vescey or Prosser
We have a reason why
To debate the hate
That's why we're born to die
Mandela, cell dweller, Thatcher
You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage
(Power of the people you say)

It's raw and keepin' you on the floor
Its soul and keepin' you in control
It's pt. 2 cause I'm
Pumpin' what you're used to
Until the whole juice crew
Gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel yell
And I'm the duracell
Call it plain insane
Brothers causein' me pain
When a brothers a victim
And the sellers a dweller in a cage
Yo, run the a capella
(Power of the people say)

Marklar MM

07-09-2006, 02:01 PM

Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll bull your car
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit ...

PakiDan

07-09-2006, 02:23 PM

"I hate every bone in your body, except for mine".

- CC Deville

DirkAB

07-09-2006, 03:16 PM

Anything that has alot of N Bombs in it, because I love to drop the N Bomb. It makes me feel less white.

-GiG

jman3000

07-09-2006, 10:53 PM

All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

E20

07-09-2006, 11:12 PM

Throw your hands in the air if you've got facial hair.

Pistons < Spurs

07-10-2006, 01:06 AM

Here's some of my fav's

Too $hort

Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a .357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never heard
So fresh again with cusswords
Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC
Cusswords, just let em know
Motherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
and it don't stop, and it won't stop, beeatch
Check out my style

___________________________

Geto Boys

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me

______________________________

Run D M C

I'm the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I retire

Now we rock the party and come correct
Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect

_______________________________

2 Live Crew

There's only one place where we can go
Where the price is right just to fuck a ho
It's always popular with the girls and the guys
'Cause for all my money, it's the best buy
Ten dollars, two hours is the time of the stay
It's more than enough time to slay
Each room has a bed and also a sink
So you can wash your dick after fucking the pink
But be careful of the things that you use
'Cause you can get arrested for sex abuse
So as you hit the door and the panties drop,
Whole lot of suckin' and fuckin' at the Fuck Shop!

______________________________

Paris

White supremacy ain't never been a friend of me
You better check it when I wreck it cause it's gettin deep
And get ready for the funk when the pot boil
With a dry rag, kerosene, and motor oil
Now the Aryan is scary and I'm runnin up
Fat Tom better duck when he try his luck
cause I'ma see that he suck on a tech-9
or fifteen to his dome'll be fine!
Or maybe I'll just tar and feather ya
and castrate ya cause I hate a devil too
Rape your women up and then I'll rape your mind
Think about it it's an eye for an eye!
And now it's fittin that I'm spittin on America
A black man with a plan and I'm scarin ya
It ain't a threat but a promise out to each
In L.A., Forsythe, and Howard Beach!
Duck down when the clip from the tech POP
You cain't fuck with the sound when the needle drop
So don't speak when I plans to wreck the house
You can't win when the truth is spoken out
A real case of a brother you love to hate
Can't be roughed up or hushed or set STRAIGHT!
You better know me on the Mike McGee tip
and grab another clip, for guerrillas in the mist!!

_____________________________________

AMG

It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to the motherfucking DJ Quik
I play hoes like dominos, slapping bones
AMG's on the motherfucking microphone
I slang dick bitch nothing more and nothing less
You got a C-no hoe, you can take the test
And bring big fat titties and lots of back
You got the woody, and I gotsta ask
I'm no joke when I stroke for a client
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high top fade
Open up ya coach bag; bitch, so I can get laid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch eat your Wheaties, cause I don't pause
What are you laughing at, ain't a damn thing funny
Bitch betta have my money
I don't charge by the inch, I charge by the foot
Think I'm lyin, bitch here take a look
100% U.S. D.E.A grade A beef, heres my card, call me
You looked like you ain't been bumped in a while
Pick up the motherfucking phone and dial
And have your money in a big ass stack
I'm slingin this dick like a newjack so

Bitch betta have my money

__________________________________

BizMarkie

So I came to her college on a surprise visit
To see my girl that was so exquisite
It was a school day, I knew she was there
The first semester of the school year
I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm
This guy made me fill out a visitor's form
He told me where it was and I as on my way
To see my baby doll, I was happy to say
I arrrived in front of the dormitory
Yo, could you tell me where is door three?
They showed me where it was for the moment
I didn't know I was in for such an event
So I came to her room and opened the door
Oh, snap! Guess what I saw?
A fella tongue-kissin' my girl in the mouth,
I was so in shock my heart went down south
So please listen to the message that I say
Don't ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend

________________________________________
Tribe Called Quest

People give your ears so I be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems
Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo
Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper
But now, let me take it to the Queens side
I'm takin it to Brooklyn side
All the residential Questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the last

_______________________________

Ice Cube

It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don't test me, gravedigger had the swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
It's all about the pud and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
and I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
Bitch, it's curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
but now I gotta wet'cha

__________________________________________

EPMD

To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes flow
and at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill..

______________________________________

E-40

I be more hipper than a hippopotamus
Get off in your head like a neurologist
Pushin more weight than Atlas
Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse
The seven-oh-seven my roots go hella far back to Flor Terrace
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
and den I flush it down my esopha-garus
The group that I'm with The Click
Suga, D-Shot, Legit
Family orientated
Game related, it's the shit
Killing motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin em down mutual
Running through these lyrics as if I was fibered
like Metamucil

_____________________________________

Seagram

When I'm talking about gangstas
I ain't talking about gang bangers
Small time corner hangers, I'm talking about bird slangers
Not them fake ass shoot em up type
But the type that shoot you ass when the time's right
So would you tell me what's your mack like
what's your stack like
Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light
Niggas keep it ceased, my pockets increases
I can't be faded, not even with some bleach
Most of you niggas ain't gangstas, you kicking drama
But that drama will cause your ass drama
In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V
On the late night ride, straight on the mission
On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens
Gangsta living is a sport
But playing these hoes is for the pros
like my boy Too $hort

______________________________

Kurtis Blow

Clap your hands, everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know
That these are the breaks

Breakes on a bus, brakes on a car
Breaks to make you a superstar
Breaks to win and breaks to lose
But these here breaks will rock your shoes
And these are the breaks
Break it up, break it up, break it up!

baseline bum

07-10-2006, 01:30 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvjYDXWH0-U

Once again it's on,
I'm gone out the front door
Ice Cube in the glass house headed foe the store
To get a beer that's better than the rest
The S T period I D E to the S
And it'll put hair on your chest
In the black can
So why don't you grab a six-pack and?
Get your girl in the mood quicker
Get your jimmy thicker
With St. Ides Malt Liquor

midgetonadonkey

07-10-2006, 01:53 AM

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Kori Ellis

07-10-2006, 04:39 AM

I like the end of Return of the G - Outkast ...

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
you get down!

[Big Boi]
Man a nigga don't want no trouble
a playa just want to kick back with my gators off
and watch my lli'l Gull blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought see
many a fights had to be fought G
for a nigga to ride these Vogues
oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats
the first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack
don't want that but it comes though
most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
slow dough we worked for everything we have
and gon' stick up for each other like we
brothers from another mother
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the
nut huggin' punk motherfuckers

MI21

07-10-2006, 08:52 AM

Common - I Used To Love Her.

[Chorus]
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all and you don't stop
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 Com-Sense is gonna' drop

Verse One:

I met this girl, when I was 10 years old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
cuz' we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

[Chorus]
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all and you don't stop
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 Com-Sense is gonna' drop

Verse Two:

Now periodically I would see
ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
But not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way?
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past."
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

[Chorus]
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all and you don't stop
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 Com-Sense is gonna' drop

Verse Three:

I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative
But once the man got to her, he altered the native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

Jules

07-10-2006, 03:29 PM

Sit back and listen to this devious tale
I'm talkin about the country from which you all hail
Built on the bodies of Indians and slaves
A story of destiny and the land that it craves
It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree
But now it's called American pride the land of the free
So when you wave your flag and tell me love it or leave it
You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped
It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
They slaughtered woman and children and at Wounded Knee
No conscience about Hiroshima or Nagasaki
The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you stand!

leemajors

07-10-2006, 03:33 PM

gotta have something from the ruler:

Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth (my teeth)
It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief)
My muscles kind of ache, they felt rigid and stuff
so I looked around, and I smoked this big fat spliff
Now I'm happy as can be I'm in this pothead spell
I put some Visine in my eyes so that no one can tell
It's 12:55 almost time for the bell
Put the breathmints in the mouth so that the mouth don't smell
Now back on the job, I don't bother no one
I keep strictly to myself and all my work gets done
Now the job's finally over it's time to have fun
and I'm hangin out with Trevor there's a kid named John
Got real drunker than a skunk and happy as can be
We went, to the Latin Quarters and we got in free
Scoopin all the girls like nuttin with my trunk jewelry
cause I'ma fly brown brother and you can't school me
Boogie Down was performin hey they ain't no joke
And a bunch of Brooklyn kids was lookin all down my throat
Was it my big chains with the big plates on em?
Then they rolled on me and told me to run em

This was the moment I feared...
"Hey yo homeboy take off your chains man
Bout to hurt you real fuckin bad, I'm gonna fuck you up"
This was the moment I feared...
"Yo what's the matter stupid? Take the shits off man!
The fuck is up?"

I said, "They're really not real, they're just a front for the girls"
Then a whole bunch of fists just, caved my world
I was in pain, so ashamed, I wish I had not came
Had to kindly pick up my face and then ride home on the train, then
I went to an open store that's where I brought/bought me a quart
Then I went to the park, and I sat and I thought
I seen Danny Boy though he's with his girl named Sarah
in one of his cars, I think this one's a Bravera
She calls out to me, but, I really couldn't hear her
So I went just a little bit closer so I'd hear a little clearer
She said, "I need Veronica Blades that's right near Tilden"
I said, "I know where that's at cause that's right next to my building"
I gave em the information and they went on their way
I went home, and there I slept til almost three the next day
Then someone knocked on my door, I opened up, no quit!
It was Sarah with some magazines and a bag named Kit
She tried to use me and seduce me and at first I wasn't with it
Then we did it and we did it and we did it and WE DID IT
She said it was great, she said she's glad we had done it
The elevator came and Danny Boy was on it

This was the moment I feared...
"Hey yo what the fuck's goin on here?
What you doin to my girl homeboy?"
This was the moment I feared...
"Oh I just KNOW y'all didn't just finish fuckin
I just KNOW y'all ain't just finish fuckin"

Well he was huffin and puffin and he swung at me -- word
So I pulled out my jammy and I silenced the nerd
Then he was dead two in the head I took the cash and the Visa's
She said, "Don't worry about a thing just make sure nobody sees us"
We went back to her apartment, there was blow in the freezers
She said, "We're rich we're rich we can have whatever will please us"
Now I don't hang with no one who ain't good for my health
So I put the sugarhead out and I went for self
Now I was rich as I was rich I could have whatever would please me
Now I could wear real gold in front of folks that would tease me
Yah me, I'll be a new neighborhood dad
Cats'll roll up on me screamin, "Yo Rick my man!!"
I guess I was too fly word up I'm sorry to say
Ya see a cop rolled up on me and told me, "Make my day"
I said, "Relax brother," but he had proof that I had done it
Yah they had false hair on underwear with my fingerprints all on it
This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
And I was the main event on the TV for a while
but now I'm in jail doin life and I'm scared
Some kids snuffed me cold and greased me where no one dared

This was the moment I feared...
"Turn around nigga (HAHAHAHA)
Spread your cheeks"
This was the moment I feared...
"UHH, AOWWHWHWAA! STOP STOP! AHAOWWHAHAOOHO"

leemajors

07-11-2006, 08:20 AM

(come on in)
[Ol Dirty *singing*]
Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn
(come on in)
Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH
(come on, come on, come on in)
Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz!
(come on in, come on, come on, come on in)

[Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus]

As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!

[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]

Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
to analytical analogy, insurance policies why
Said he know that sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
Too many dope niggaz I see starvin
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
A fugitive bass playin rap czar
smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung]

Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly
what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin
the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya
Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
An MC too good to be touched, John John
bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
as we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
Caught up in a cliffhanger
Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest
Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
Don't ever roam, in the naked city
Eight Fingers stories none pretty
Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical
Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink
is a toast to your memory
When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me

[Chorus]

Johnny_Blaze_47

07-11-2006, 11:52 AM

I think Backspin 43 (Old School Hip-Hop) is the station I listen to the most on my SatRadio.

"Fight The Power" - PE
As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved, lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
(faint voice in background) Lemme hear you say...
Fight the Power

leemajors

07-11-2006, 12:12 PM

DarkReign

07-11-2006, 12:15 PM

http://www.jest.com/images/wigger2big.gif

So, who here used to deal drugs, pimp hos and rob niggas?

Cuz boy that sure is cool.

atxrocker

07-11-2006, 04:16 PM

Raw creation, my nation is trapped, packed like animals
Hannibal canibals lurkin in streets which are flammable
A rastless, hustler's aimin, for the intangible meat
I'm too deep, checkin if beats are compatible
Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural
Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural
Vision of streets, summer's blood, when you need peroxide
Never on the cop's side since my man's pops died
Nuttin's correct to life it's lopside, and cockeyed
I ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my glock hot
Thoughts react to the impossible, kill the probable
Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in a hospital
Until them days, my ways'll be unstoppable
Undroppable, undodgeable, mainly focus illogical
To know it to show it the poet'll grab the Moet
I blow it before I flow it, topics I sew it pockets I dought it
Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream
So the knowledge I fiend, until I raise my seed
Too much greed exceeds, leaves the next man to bleed
Little kids don't read, they're out of touch with we
So I proceed, to make you hear it, just to lead you
with spirits of lyrics, cause I need you, I need you
No doubt son

Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you
Lyrics... I need you... I breed you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you

Check it
I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential
The instrumental, enables me to move my pencil
Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental
Kickin shit like orientals far from gentle I'm essential
When I speak it yo I leak it I freak it, until you peep it
Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it
Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre
Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner
My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal
Livin savage like eagles chainin my people to a needle
While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral
Thoughts'll lead you verbals'll feed you to seed you I breed you
to head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you
and I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin the static
Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks
Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the Titanic
I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite
Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic
I run dynamic bendin rappers like they ceramic
Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it
A genuflection goes out, to those in correction
for recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection
So use protection when you step in my direction
Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section
There's no reflection, in this professional selection
Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection
Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection
So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections son

Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you
Lyrics... I need you... I breed you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you

House of Reps, KD, what?
Yeah, you know the deal son, keep it real son
You know the deal son, keep it real son
with lyrics

Lyrics by A.L-- from the lyricist lounge vol. 1 album

I love hip hop and could go on and on but this is one of my favorites

DarkReign

07-11-2006, 04:18 PM

http://uplink.space.com/attachments/343112-wiggers.jpg

Hardcore!

DarkReign

07-11-2006, 04:19 PM

http://static.flickr.com/9/75507978_6cf1ac6eae_m.jpg

Spinnin that crazy whie-boy urban sound...from the street!

DarkReign

07-11-2006, 04:22 PM

http://www.insidestl.com/webpics/grind/wigger.JPG

Eminem rules!

DarkReign

07-11-2006, 04:23 PM

http://www.postfarm.net/uploads/pavel_wigger.jpg

I am Flava Flav

tlongII

07-11-2006, 04:28 PM

Hip-hop and rap lyrics are horrible. These particular genre's are the worst type of music that has evolved in history.

strangeweather

07-11-2006, 04:37 PM

Hip-hop and rap lyrics are horrible. These particular genre's are the worst type of music that has evolved in history.
I can see how you might not like hip hop, but what makes it any worse than, say, heavy metal?

Billy Cobham

07-11-2006, 04:43 PM

I can see how you might not like hip hop, but what makes it any worse than, say, heavy metal?

A lot of heavy metal is crap, but some is very good. The big difference I see is that hip hop generally isn't even comprised of original melodies. Now I may not be able to distinguish hip hop from rap, but I hear a great deal of stealing tracks from other popular songs and then putting some kind of rap to it. That is ridiculous in my opinion and shows absolutely no musical talent.

DarkReign

07-11-2006, 04:52 PM

I can see how you might not like hip hop, but what makes it any worse than, say, heavy metal?

Ummm...actual instruments being played...maybe?

Using words of more than 2-3 syllables...maybe?

Being able to relate to certain bands and songs...maybe?

Those are just off the top of my head. I am sorry, no one on this board has lived the lifestyle most (ie ALL) rap talks about. Hell, most of the rappers themselves havent. Maybe you slanged a QP once in awhile....whoopety-doo.

That doesnt equate to getting in gunfights with police, rolling drive-bys, and cooking rock in one of your hos apartment.

Thats why I hate it. Because I know 99.9% of the listening audience has never even seen, much less lived, what they 'rap/talk' about. Its fake. Its unpure. And speaks volumes about the people who consume this trash.

What instrument does 50 Cent play? How bout Eminem?

I have a modicum of respect for the DJs. I have respect for the actual music/beat composers like Gza the Genius and Dr Dre. They compose hooks that sell millions of records.

I have no respect for any of the front men. Theyre just the flavor of the month.

This month/year its "get dumb" and E40 for NorCal. Next month/year its Fakin Gangsta starring Wiglet, featuring MC Pimptastic, with a special guest appearance from Lil Monkey, in collaboration with Big Daddy Slang.

Its a fucking hoax that you dumb white kids actually bought into. It would have come and gone the way of disco, but instead, I am going to have to drill into my childrens head that what they are listening to isnt music. That not one of those individuals you like have any real talent besides putting the most ignorant words together to sound "cool" or "hard". And when two words dont ryhme, just make one up....those dumb white kids will buy anything.

http://devzero.co.uk/~col/files/wigger3.jpg

do you really want to be associated with this guy?

jman3000

07-11-2006, 05:08 PM

meh ... heavy metal sucks too ... bunch of guys screaming into a microphone, sounding like the cookie monster.

Kori Ellis

07-11-2006, 05:10 PM

Rap/hiphop to me is just like any other genre of music -- a lot of it sucks, but some of it is good.

I find considerably more hiphop songs that I like than country or heavy metal songs.

To each his own.

jman3000

07-11-2006, 05:17 PM

Just for the record ... heavy metal doesn't necesarrily mean all rock n' roll ......

To me heavy/black metal = these types of douche bags...

http://naciondebreogan.iespana.es/fondos_de_escritorio/heavy_metal/ndb_cradle_of_filth_band2_640x480.jpg

Spurminator

07-11-2006, 05:18 PM

Cradle of Filth would be okay without the vocals.

strangeweather

07-11-2006, 05:20 PM

Ummm...actual instruments being played...maybe?

Using words of more than 2-3 syllables...maybe?

We're Not Gonna Take It

Oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore

we've Got The Right To Choose And
there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It
this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song
we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just
don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause
you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong

oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore

oh You're So Condescending
your Gall Is Never Ending
we Don't Want Nothin', Not A Thing From You
your Life Is Trite And Jaded
boring And Confiscated
if That's Your Best, Your Best Won't Do

oh.....................
oh.....................
we're Right/yeah
we're Free/yeah
we'll Fight/yeah
you'll See/yeah

oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore

oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
no Way!

Yeah, that really raised the bar for intelligent lyrics.

Being able to relate to certain bands and songs...maybe?
Hopefully, not the ones where the metal bands are taking about worshipping Satan, right?

Those are just off the top of my head. I am sorry, no one on this board has lived the lifestyle most (ie ALL) rap talks about. Hell, most of the rappers themselves havent. Maybe you slanged a QP once in awhile....whoopety-doo.

That doesnt equate to getting in gunfights with police, rolling drive-bys, and cooking rock in one of your hos apartment.
Honestly, I don't keep up with current charting hip hop. And I'm not here to represent some black-wannabe "posse." I just like the music I like.

On the other hand, I know plenty of music that qualifies as hip hop that (a) is brilliant (b) has absolutely nothing to do with being a "gangsta."

Kid Koala is fucking brilliant turntablism -- in his version of "Basin St. Blues," he does things with a turntable that I flatly had no idea could be done. He makes a pretty compelling case that a turntable can be as legit a jazz solo instrument as a saxophone or a trumpet. And guess what -- he doesn't make a single reference to "hos" or "drivebys" or whatever else it is that you think ALL hip hop is about.

What instrument does 50 Cent play? How bout Eminem?
I don't think Billie Holiday or Ella Fitzgerald played an instrument either. To most of us, that doesn't disqualify vocal jazz as a genre of music.

I have a modicum of respect for the DJs. I have respect for the actual music/beat composers like Gza the Genius and Dr Dre. They compose hooks that sell millions of records.

I have no respect for any of the front men. Theyre just the flavor of the month.
There have been some gifted rappers over the years. Q-Tip from Tribe Called Quest is probably my favorite. I don't know if there was ever actually a month that he was the flavor of, but he brought a genuine gift to what he did. Others like Eminem and Snoop Dogg seem to have a genuine talent for the medium, but I'm really not all that into what they rap about, so I don't listen to them very much.

Its a fucking hoax that you dumb white kids actually bought into. It would have come and gone the way of disco, but instead, I am going to have to drill into my childrens head that what they are listening to isnt music.
Oh please. I'm 36. If I bought into it as a kid, it was back when it was Run-DMC and LL Cool J.

And disco was mostly just white people ripping off funk -- which was real music.

do you really want to be associated with this guy?
Lots of people who listen to pretty much any genre of music are absurd. Does that mean I shouldn't listen to music anymore? Or just that I should stop giving a crap what anybody thinks and listen to whatever I enjoy listening to?

jman3000

07-11-2006, 05:28 PM

Cradle of Filth would be okay without the vocals.

If you can tell me which one of those guys doesn't look like a douche bag ... I'd agree with you.

Billy Cobham

07-11-2006, 05:33 PM

Listen to some Chevelle. I don't know if they are heavy metal, but they are hard rock.

"Vitamin R (Leading Us Along)"

Some will learn; many do.
Cover up or spread it out.
Turn around, had enough,
Pick and choose or pass it on.
Buying in, heading for
Suffer now or suffer then.
It's bad enough
I want the fear... need the fear

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (he has become)
He's alone (he has become)

[Chorus:]
Well if they're making it, making it
Then they're pushing it, pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fits
That panic makes remorse

After all, what's the point?
Course levitation is possible.
If you're a fly; achieved and gone
Theres time for this and so much more.
It's typical - create a world
A special place of my design
To never cope or never care just use the key

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause he's alone (where have we gone)
He's alone (where have we gone)

[Chorus]

Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became

[Chorus x2]

chesterthemolester

07-11-2006, 05:35 PM

http://devzero.co.uk/~col/files/wigger3.jpg

do you really want to be associated with this guy?

oh yeah. thanks to you, I don't have to swap illegal minor age porn to get off today. yes, the imagination is a great thing. I would do naughty things to that white boy. :smokin

jman3000

07-11-2006, 05:37 PM

http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/5296/cradle5sj.jpg

A: This guy looks like he just got stung by a bee or something ...

B: I'm guessing he's pointing to the direction of the bee sting ointment.

C: Yes ... you wear more makeup than RuPaul and you expect to be seen as evil ...

D: He looks kinda normal ... relatively speaking ......

E: Why are his eyes all buggy? Is he trying to cast a spell or something?

F: Isn't this Chris Kirkpatrick from N'sync?

strangeweather

07-11-2006, 05:43 PM

For the people wondering about non-gangsta lyrics with words of more than two syllables.

Hole In The Bucket -- Spearhead
(M. Franti/M. Harris)

(Money Money Money Money Nothin But Money)
I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
the street is black and shiny from the early
nightly rainin'
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
I'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffee
don't wanna cigarrette, 'cause it's a form of slavery
walk into the store 'cause I need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
can't remember why but I need a spool of thread
Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along
and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...

(chorus)
There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
liza...(repeat)

The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song
the buses and the people all keep movin' along
to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"
and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
should I give it to the man's the question in my brain
What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine
What's gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what's gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
I'm not responsible for the man's depression
how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.

(chorus)

He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' past
I'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I don't know if I should put it in his bucket
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib I'm openin' up the door
a pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
I put back on my cap and I start headin' back
I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
well as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"
there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole
While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!

(chorus)

jman3000

07-11-2006, 05:49 PM

A friend of mine really likes Saul Williams ... his stuff is pretty good and it's "intelligent rap"

atxrocker

07-11-2006, 05:52 PM

A friend of mine really likes Saul Williams ... his stuff is pretty good and it's "intelligent rap"

the same could be said for sergio mendes and his timless album. though i am of the opinion that lots of "hip hop" incorporates very intelligent lyrics to begin with. with rap/commerical rap/gangsta rap it differs..

leemajors

07-11-2006, 07:00 PM

Kid Koala is fucking brilliant turntablism -- in his version of "Basin St. Blues," he does things with a turntable that I flatly had no idea could be done. He makes a pretty compelling case that a turntable can be as legit a jazz solo instrument as a saxophone or a trumpet. And guess what -- he doesn't make a single reference to "hos" or "drivebys" or whatever else it is that you think ALL hip hop is about.

you should check out the phonosycographDISK (DJ Disk of the piklz) album called Ancient Termites. there are some great turntablists out there, like eddie def, dj shadow, cut chemist, dj quest, all of the skratch piklz past and present. disk was one of the first to get out there and use his turntable as an instrument. scratching creates endless possiblities for music. i also saw mix master mike a few years ago when he was touring with rahzel, that was a wild show - he basically had 2 crates of records, one on each side of his turntables. 2 hours later, he had gone through both crates. madlib is also doing some really cool stuff - have you heard his album using the blue note catalog?

strangeweather

07-11-2006, 07:17 PM

you should check out the phonosycographDISK (DJ Disk of the piklz) album called Ancient Termites. there are some great turntablists out there, like eddie def, dj shadow, cut chemist, dj quest, all of the skratch piklz past and present. disk was one of the first to get out there and use his turntable as an instrument. scratching creates endless possiblities for music.
Thanks -- I'm not familiar with that album, and I'll definitely check it out. Intrumental turntablism blows me away when it's done well.

i also saw mix master mike a few years ago when he was touring with rahzel, that was a wild show - he basically had 2 crates of records, one on each side of his turntables. 2 hours later, he had gone through both crates.
I've never seen Mix Master Mike live -- that's got to be a hell of a show.

madlib is also doing some really cool stuff - have you heard his album using the blue note catalog?
That's fantastic stuff -- jazz by way of hip hop and electronica is some of my favorite music to listen to.

Billy Cobham

07-11-2006, 07:21 PM

Turntablists are musicians? What has the world come to?

leemajors

07-11-2006, 07:47 PM

Turntablists are musicians? What has the world come to?

it takes an incredible ear and hand-eye coordination to manipulate a turntable, much like any other instrument. just because it was initially used to play records back only doesn't mean it can't be used as an instrument. i guess a washboard couldn't possibly be considered an instrument either then? i have a huge amount of respect for people who can do it right. why would you say they are not musicians?

strangeweather

07-11-2006, 07:49 PM

Turntablists are musicians? What has the world come to?
Layering samples and beats on top of each other is a skill in its own right, but it's not really the same thing as playing a musical instrument.

But when you start with a disc that has a sample or a tone track and you play melodies from it by using your hand on the record to adjust the playback speed and produce different notes, that's absolutely playing a musical instrument in the same sense that playing different notes by pressing keys on a keyboard is.

Billy Cobham

07-11-2006, 08:29 PM

When you guys tell me that turntablists can read sheet music I might start believing you.

strangeweather

07-11-2006, 08:48 PM

When you guys tell me that turntablists can read sheet music I might start believing you.
:rolleyes A lot of guitarists can only read tablature. And I guess drummers will never be musicians.

You can believe whatever you want, but that doesn't mean you're not clueless.

leemajors

07-11-2006, 09:13 PM

When you guys tell me that turntablists can read sheet music I might start believing you.

i'm sure a lot of classical musicians felt the same way when jazz started to get popular, and a lot of jazz musicians couldn't read sheet music. reading sheet music has pretty much nothing to do with being a "real" musician. if herbie hancock was down to work with DXT in the early 80s, that's proof enough for me.

Pablo Escobar

07-11-2006, 11:23 PM

theOnly God can judge me, is that right?
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

[heart monitor: long beep]
Flatline!

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Interlude: 2Pac]

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live

[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]

Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right?
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
thats the best that ever lived shut it down its over

DarkReign

07-12-2006, 09:31 AM

We're Not Gonna Take It

Oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore

[snip]

oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
no Way!

Yeah, that really raised the bar for intelligent lyrics.

Please, I never said Twisted Sister.

Hopefully, not the ones where the metal bands are taking about worshipping Satan, right?

Just because Satan is mentioned, doesnt mean they worship him. Slayer is one of the best thrash bands of all friggin time, but small-minded politicians pigeon-holed them as devil worshippers when they mentioned his name.

Honestly, I don't keep up with current charting hip hop. And I'm not here to represent some black-wannabe "posse." I just like the music I like.

On the other hand, I know plenty of music that qualifies as hip hop that (a) is brilliant (b) has absolutely nothing to do with being a "gangsta."

Kid Koala is fucking brilliant turntablism -- in his version of "Basin St. Blues," he does things with a turntable that I flatly had no idea could be done. He makes a pretty compelling case that a turntable can be as legit a jazz solo instrument as a saxophone or a trumpet. And guess what -- he doesn't make a single reference to "hos" or "drivebys" or whatever else it is that you think ALL hip hop is about.

Well, I was just educated, I guess. Here I thought Rap and Hip Hop were the same thing. Personally, dont explain the difference, please. If you say so, sure...sounds good.

I don't think Billie Holiday or Ella Fitzgerald played an instrument either. To most of us, that doesn't disqualify vocal jazz as a genre of music.

Youre going to compare 2 professionaly trained vocalists with Hip Hop?! Youre talking about vocalists that can actually hold notes and harmony to a guy who can make words ryhme? :rolleyes

There have been some gifted rappers over the years. Q-Tip from Tribe Called Quest is probably my favorite. I don't know if there was ever actually a month that he was the flavor of, but he brought a genuine gift to what he did. Others like Eminem and Snoop Dogg seem to have a genuine talent for the medium, but I'm really not all that into what they rap about, so I don't listen to them very much.

Oh please. I'm 36. If I bought into it as a kid, it was back when it was Run-DMC and LL Cool J.

Well, I dont know what to say. Youve been listening for 20+ years. Youre an exception...a dying breed. Congrats! For all those pioneers efforts, the genre has been relegated to trash. Im glad you can peruse your local music store and find good hiphop/rap/whatever. Problem is, thats not mainstream stuff, nor will it ever be. Because that sort of thing doesnt sell...hos, drive bys, drugs and pimping do.

Look at those pictures I posted...do those look like Q-Tip fans? Or Kid Koala? NO! So stop acting like YOU are the norm, because youre a stark minority going to the way of the dinosaur.

I never personally attacked you. I attacked the popular genre. There are exceptions to every rule. But with gangrene, sometimes the whole leg has to go.

And disco was mostly just white people ripping off funk -- which was real music.

Lots of people who listen to pretty much any genre of music are absurd. Does that mean I shouldn't listen to music anymore? Or just that I should stop giving a crap what anybody thinks and listen to whatever I enjoy listening to?

No, you shouldnt stop listening to music obviously. You can listen to any damn thing you want.

But stop defending your chosen genre like there isnt anything severly wrong with it. Im sorry, if my kid ever looked or acted like GiG, I would disown him/her. I wont have pseudo-thugs living in my house, talking about 'hos' and pimps and all this other garbage that came from.....where?

Where did a silly little mis-directed white kid ever get these ideas? Hmmmm...

Im glad you have taste and discretion. Unfortunately, popualr culture doesnt. The stigma will always be attached and you will always be the minority.

DarkReign

07-12-2006, 09:58 AM

http://www.wiggaz.com/euro/sneer.jpg

Kid Koala fan, Im sure.

Billy Cobham

07-12-2006, 10:19 AM

:rolleyes A lot of guitarists can only read tablature. And I guess drummers will never be musicians.

You can believe whatever you want, but that doesn't mean you're not clueless.

Most good drummers can read sheet music.

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 10:27 AM

DarkReign,

I have two main points here:

1. Music for suburban, rebel-wannabee teenagers hasn't changed that much. I picked on metal and picked Twisted Sister as an example, because lots of really stupid metal has been aimed at kids over the years. Twisted Sister, Poison, Megadeth, and Motley Crue were all popular artists during arguably metal's most popular era. Of course not all metal sucks like that -- that's my point: not all hip hop sucks either.

Suburban teenagers who think drivebys are way cool and daydream about being pimp lords of the ghetto aren't really all that different from suburban teenagers who think Ozzy biting the head off a live bat* was way cool and daydream about being black lords of evil.

And really, teenage rebel music wasn't all that different when it was Link Wray, Hendrix, The Clash, Marley, the Dead Kennedies, or Nirvana -- the main difference is that the music didn't suck. ;)

Fortunately, past generations have proven that teenagers do grow up.

(* I have no idea whether this is a true story or not. It doesn't matter. The point is that a lot of teenagers believe it and think it's cool.)

2. Not all hip hop is gangsta music aimed at white teenagers. That's just what you hear about in the media.

As far as the difference between rap and hip hop, there's not much. Strictly speaking, rapping is a way of rhyming words rhymically over music, and it can appear in various musical genres, including R&B, electronica, pop, etc. Hip hop is a genre of music that encompasses various subgenres, including those that people call "rap."

There's lots of rap music out there. Some of it is musically brilliant. Some of it is just fun party music. Some of it is socially conscious. Some of it is about drivebys and hos.

In large part, the gangsta music is there simply because it sells in the 'burbs. And that's why it's so popular. You could make a good case that white suburban teenagers have been much worse for rap music than rap music has been for white suburban teenagers.

Yeah, Kid Koala will never be a fraction as popular as Eminem. So what? My point was that your whole thing about all rap music being like that was pure ignorance. Yeah, Kid Koala is pretty obscure. But Arrested Development was pretty popular back in the day. The Roots have charted. The Black Eyed Peas have charted some hits -- some of their music is vastly overrated, but it's definitely not gangsta music.

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 10:29 AM

Most good drummers can read sheet music.
Remind me again what makes you so sure that good turntablists can't?

Billy Cobham

07-12-2006, 10:40 AM

Remind me again what makes you so sure that good turntablists can't?

Because there is no reason for them to be able to read sheet music. You ever hear of a grade school kid signing up for band and choosing to play the turntable? Didn't think so.

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 10:48 AM

Because there is no reason for them to be able to read sheet music. You ever hear of a grade school kid signing up for band and choosing to play the turntable? Didn't think so.
I've never heard of anyone playing the drum machine in the grade school band either, but the people who program drum machines for charting artists know a shitload about music.

There's a big difference between the guy who spun "Endless Love" at your high school prom and the Invisibl Skratch Piklz.

Billy Cobham

07-12-2006, 11:04 AM

I've never heard of anyone playing the drum machine in the grade school band either, but the people who program drum machines for charting artists know a shitload about music.

There's a big difference between the guy who spun "Endless Love" at your high school prom and the Invisibl Skratch Piklz.

People who program drum machines are usually either keyboardists or drummers.

DarkReign

07-12-2006, 11:05 AM

DarkReign,

I have two main points here:

1. Music for suburban, rebel-wannabee teenagers hasn't changed that much. I picked on metal and picked Twisted Sister as an example, because lots of really stupid metal has been aimed at kids over the years. Twisted Sister, Poison, Megadeth, and Motley Crue were all popular artists during arguably metal's most popular era. Of course not all metal sucks like that -- that's my point: not all hip hop sucks either.

Suburban teenagers who think drivebys are way cool and daydream about being pimp lords of the ghetto aren't really all that different from suburban teenagers who think Ozzy biting the head off a live bat* was way cool and daydream about being black lords of evil.

And really, teenage rebel music wasn't all that different when it was Link Wray, Hendrix, The Clash, Marley, the Dead Kennedies, or Nirvana -- the main difference is that the music didn't suck. ;)

Fortunately, past generations have proven that teenagers do grow up.

(* I have no idea whether this is a true story or not. It doesn't matter. The point is that a lot of teenagers believe it and think it's cool.)

I totally agree. :tu

2. Not all hip hop is gangsta music aimed at white teenagers. That's just what you hear about in the media.

As far as the difference between rap and hip hop, there's not much. Strictly speaking, rapping is a way of rhyming words rhymically over music, and it can appear in various musical genres, including R&B, electronica, pop, etc. Hip hop is a genre of music that encompasses various subgenres, including those that people call "rap."

There's lots of rap music out there. Some of it is musically brilliant. Some of it is just fun party music. Some of it is socially conscious. Some of it is about drivebys and hos.

In large part, the gangsta music is there simply because it sells in the 'burbs. And that's why it's so popular. You could make a good case that white suburban teenagers have been much worse for rap music than rap music has been for white suburban teenagers.

Yeah, Kid Koala will never be a fraction as popular as Eminem. So what? My point was that your whole thing about all rap music being like that was pure ignorance. Yeah, Kid Koala is pretty obscure. But Arrested Development was pretty popular back in the day. The Roots have charted. The Black Eyed Peas have charted some hits -- some of their music is vastly overrated, but it's definitely not gangsta music.

Well, you definately argue your point well. But you are dead wrong about why gangsta rap is popular. Sure, white kids contribute more than any other culture only because they are a majority. But % wise, its obvious who buys the crap. They drive up and down Gratiot and Woodward, across Little Mack and Cass. Throwing gang signs out of cars at old people just passing thru.

Sorry. Im from the Detroit area. I have no illusions about what this music promotes and who relates the most to it.

Thats not being racist. Thats the truth. Inner city black kids hang on that music like a Bible. I have seen it with my own 2 eyes waaaaaaay too much. Couple years back I worked with my brother for a low-income contractor. So please dont try and tell me who and what this music represents, because for every strangeweather, theres 10 wiggers and thugs.

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 11:06 AM

People who program drum machines are usually either keyboardists or drummers.
They're also DJs and remixers who move from appropriating beats to composing them.

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 11:32 AM

Well, you definately argue your point well. But you are dead wrong about why gangsta rap is popular. Sure, white kids contribute more than any other culture only because they are a majority. But % wise, its obvious who buys the crap. They drive up and down Gratiot and Woodward, across Little Mack and Cass. Throwing gang signs out of cars at old people just passing thru.

Sorry. Im from the Detroit area. I have no illusions about what this music promotes and who relates the most to it.

Thats not being racist. Thats the truth. Inner city black kids hang on that music like a Bible. I have seen it with my own 2 eyes waaaaaaay too much. Couple years back I worked with my brother for a low-income contractor. So please dont try and tell me who and what this music represents, because for every strangeweather, theres 10 wiggers and thugs.
I'm not sure exactly what your point is here. On the one hand, you say that the main consumers of this music are inner city black kids, but on the other, the kids you've been posting pictures of and complaining about are goofy suburban poser kids. Canny rap artists dating back at least to Ice Cube and Dre from NWA cashed in on exaggerated, glamourized stories of gang lifestyles by selling those images to white kids.

Yeah, the music and style is popular in the inner city (from what I gather -- unlike you, I live a long way from the 'hood and don't see it first hand), but if gangsta music and culture were mainly just an inner-city phenomenon, it wouldn't be splashed all over MTV, etc. It is being pitched to the 'burbs, and a lot of what shapes the style is what will sell there.

DarkReign

07-12-2006, 12:00 PM

I'm not sure exactly what your point is here. On the one hand, you say that the main consumers of this music are inner city black kids, but on the other, the kids you've been posting pictures of and complaining about are goofy suburban poser kids. Canny rap artists dating back at least to Ice Cube and Dre from NWA cashed in on exaggerated, glamourized stories of gang lifestyles by selling those images to white kids.

I posted the white kids because I think wiggers are hilarious. They are walking, talking jokes. Posting a bunch of black people wouldnt even elicit a smile.

Yeah, the music and style is popular in the inner city (from what I gather -- unlike you, I live a long way from the 'hood and don't see it first hand), but if gangsta music and culture were mainly just an inner-city phenomenon, it wouldn't be splashed all over MTV, etc. It is being pitched to the 'burbs, and a lot of what shapes the style is what will sell there.

I hope youre not trying to paint it like I tried pulling "street cred" on you, because that was not my intention at all. I want this to be very clear.

I am not from the 'hood. Nowhere near. Never lived there, never frequented enough to say I even hung out there on a regular basis.

I have worked in the ghetto though. Real ghetto. Not Menace to Society bullshit ghetto. Which means I have spent time in and have enough experience with it to draw conclusions.

I dont know where you live and it is of no real consequence. I can only speak for the way the Detroit Metro area is.

Are you familiar with the movie 8Mile? Well, I am not (never seen it). But 8Mile is significant because it is the border between Detroit and Warren. If you stand on 8 mile road, you can literally see the difference between the 2 cities right there. One side is all smallish houses, with moderately kept up yards and appearance. The south side of this 5 lane road is hell. Fences falling over, discolored from decades fo disservice. Trash sitting in the streets for probably weeks. You get the point.

I live in a very, very nice neighborhood called Washington Township. Grew up in Shelby Township. Anyone from the area will tell you I am from richy-rich, lilly white suburbs (they are right). But then ask those same people about Detroit city. I live only 18 miles away (which is spitting distance in Michigan terms). I drive by or thru the city at least weekly.

Blah...this is getting ridiculous. My point is, in the Metro Area, Detroit is very close. To see what real poverty and ghetto is isnt exactly difficult or far. Everyone, even my fellow lilly-white friends, know what real ghetto is. And everyone of us have at least one story about some scary situation in the middle of Detroit.

Doesnt make me tough (believe me). Doesnt make me better or smarter. But it does give me perspective. I have had (unintentional) dealings with true gangsters. They like rap. Alot. All of them do. I believe that music gives them some sort of validation to their lifestyle in some twisted way.

NWA may have been fake, but their audience was/is not. They finally had a genre that applied to them, that talked about them and theirs. That was significant. I dont choose to be associated with those same people, hiphop/rap or not.

Mixability

07-12-2006, 12:11 PM

There's a big difference between the guy who spun "Endless Love" at your high school prom and the Invisibl Skratch Piklz.

:lmao

:tu

So, I guess if I consider myself a turntablist, people should assume I don't know how to read sheet music?

Sometimes I wish I could write sheet music for some of my routines on my decks. :depressed

I think there is actually plans out there for a universal sheet music for turntablists. :)

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 12:17 PM

I hope youre not trying to paint it like I tried pulling "street cred" on you, because that was not my intention at all. I want this to be very clear.

I am not from the 'hood. Nowhere near. Never lived there, never frequented enough to say I even hung out there on a regular basis.

I have worked in the ghetto though. Real ghetto. Not Menace to Society bullshit ghetto. Which means I have spent time in and have enough experience with it to draw conclusions.
That's what I thought, and all I was getting at. I've never spent any time in anything remotely resembling an inner city neighborhood, and have no first hand experience to speak of. These days, I live in Wyoming -- we don't even have cities. I just wanted to make it clear that what little knowledge I have of what's popular in the inner city is entirely second hand.

Doesnt make me tough (believe me). Doesnt make me better or smarter. But it does give me perspective. I have had (unintentional) dealings with true gangsters. They like rap. Alot. All of them do. I believe that music gives them some sort of validation to their lifestyle in some twisted way.

NWA may have been fake, but their audience was/is not. They finally had a genre that applied to them, that talked about them and theirs. That was significant. I dont choose to be associated with those same people, hiphop/rap or not.
Understandable. And I can certainly see why this colors your view of the whole rap music scene. Real street criminals aren't anything to aspire to being -- not when they're black, not when they were italians. My impression is that people who actually had dealings with real mafia gangsters feel the same way about the way the mafia is romanticized.

DarkReign

07-12-2006, 12:37 PM

That's what I thought, and all I was getting at. I've never spent any time in anything remotely resembling an inner city neighborhood, and have no first hand experience to speak of. These days, I live in Wyoming -- we don't even have cities. I just wanted to make it clear that what little knowledge I have of what's popular in the inner city is entirely second hand.

Cool. Just didnt want this to degrade into personal attacks or whatever. Opinions are like assholes, just dont act like one, right? :lol

Understandable. And I can certainly see why this colors your view of the whole rap music scene. Real street criminals aren't anything to aspire to being -- not when they're black, not when they were italians. My impression is that people who actually had dealings with real mafia gangsters feel the same way about the way the mafia is romanticized.

Like I said, I am not trying to push you around or even change your (or anyone elses) opinion. Youre probably right though about the mafia. Alot of Italians where I live too, 2 families of which were most definately in the mob (no fucking question). Kept to themsleves, just like the Albanians.

Hey, let me say this. If my child could approach the genre like you do, appreciating the intricacies and being inspired by what he/she perceives as musical progression, then I could never complain.

The problem I have, and this is experience talking again, is that far too often in my adolesence I watched kids I grew up with start walking, talking and dressing like they were from south of 8 Mile. It was a laughable joke to me when it started. That was 1993. 13 years later, I stopped laughing.

That was my only point. My experience with rap music and the individuals who listen to it are 95% not good. When your percentile is 95%, its pretty fair to make certain conclusions about the listening audience.

You must fall in the 5% because you argued cogently and objectively. I will stop there.

strangeweather

07-12-2006, 01:18 PM

That was my only point. My experience with rap music and the individuals who listen to it are 95% not good. When your percentile is 95%, its pretty fair to make certain conclusions about the listening audience.
Makes sense. I don't see any of the inner city stuff first hand, so I don't have any negative associations. I either like music or I don't, and I don't spend much time worrying about who else listens to what and why.

At this point, jazz is probably my favorite genre, but most of what's actually interesting in jazz these days is intertwined with hip hop and electronica -- which gives me a very different vantage point on hip hop than you have.

Anyway, it's been an interesting discussion. :tu

Billy Cobham

07-12-2006, 02:06 PM

:lmao

:tu

So, I guess if I consider myself a turntablist, people should assume I don't know how to read sheet music?

Sometimes I wish I could write sheet music for some of my routines on my decks. :depressed

I think there is actually plans out there for a universal sheet music for turntablists. :)

Well....can you read sheet music? If you are a turntablist and a turntablist only I would definitely assume that you can't.

DarkReign

07-12-2006, 02:40 PM

Anyway, it's been an interesting discussion. :tu

Yes it has. Im glad it stayed civilized (rarity around here, Im guilty sometimes too).

Mixability

07-12-2006, 02:47 PM

Well....can you read sheet music? If you are a turntablist and a turntablist only I would definitely assume that you can't.

Well according to some people, since I like hip-hop I can't possibly have any musical taste or talent. :rolleyes

FYI: I CAN read sheet music, I've played the violin/viola for over 15 years.

Billy Cobham

07-12-2006, 03:10 PM

Well according to some people, since I like hip-hop I can't possibly have any musical taste or talent. :rolleyes

FYI: I CAN read sheet music, I've played the violin/viola for over 15 years.

I knew you couldn't be a turntablist only. I will back off with expressing my opinion of hip-hop. Maybe I'm just too old to appreciate it.

Mixability

07-12-2006, 03:24 PM

I knew you couldn't be a turntablist only. I will back off with expressing my opinion of hip-hop. Maybe I'm just too old to appreciate it.

People saying it doesnt take skill to "scratch records" have obviously never tried or never bothered to experience true hip hop.

I dread the day when I'm too old to appreciate new music, my condolences....

tlongII

07-12-2006, 04:18 PM

People saying it doesnt take skill to "scratch records" have obviously never tried or never bothered to experience true hip hop.

I dread the day when I'm too old to appreciate new music, my condolences....

Rrrriiiiiiigggghhht. I love virtually all music, but I consider hip hop to be questionable at best.

Phil Hellmuth

07-12-2006, 04:26 PM

Arguing music is like arguing religion.

will get you nowhere.

Mixability

07-12-2006, 04:34 PM

Rrrriiiiiiigggghhht. I love virtually all music, but I consider hip hop to be questionable at best.

This is a surprise coming from the guy who doesn't discriminate sharing his bed with virtuallly all mammals.....

Generalizing all hip hop with the crap thats played on the radio is the problem. If you haven't bothered to listen to it, don't bash it. I bashed country all the time, until I was introduced to a few artists by my older sister, now I enjoy a good ol boy tune from time to time. Your horizons must be broadened.

tlongII

07-12-2006, 04:44 PM

This is a surprise coming from the guy who doesn't discriminate sharing his bed with virtuallly all mammals.....

Generalizing all hip hop with the crap thats played on the radio is the problem. If you haven't bothered to listen to it, don't bash it. I bashed country all the time, until I was introduced to a few artists by my older sister, now I enjoy a good ol boy tune from time to time. Your horizons must be broadened.

Dude, I'd be willing to bet that I've listened to many more types of music than you have. Keep scratching your records though. Maybe you can join a band and go on tour? :drunk

Mixability

07-12-2006, 04:59 PM

Dude, I'd be willing to bet that I've listened to many more types of music than you have.

I'm not doubting you there, since you WERE around when Beethoven was writing tracks.

tlongII

07-12-2006, 05:05 PM

I'm not doubting you there, since you WERE around when Beethoven was writing tracks.
:lmao

TheSanityAnnex

07-12-2006, 05:09 PM

For those of you baggin on hiphop saying it ain't music, I suggest you listen to this masterpiece produced by Dan the Automator

Deltron 3030
"3030"

Yo its three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat
It's all heat in this day and age
I rage your grave, anything it takes to save the day
Neuromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic
Use my rappin so you all could see the hazards
Plus entertainment where many are brainless
We cultivated the lost art of study and I brought a buddy
Automator harder slayer fascinating combinations
Cyber warlords are activating abominations
Arm a nation with hatred we ain't with that
We high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks
Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the song
Crack the motor what you think you rappin for?
I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders
I had to step forward, tell them this ain't for us
Living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid
The secrets of the past they hoarded
Now we just boarded on a futuristic spacecraft
No mistakes black it's our music we must take back

Del I'm feeling like a ghost in a shell
I wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
For the pure verbal, they said my sentence was equivalent to murder
Kust another hurdle, I bounced through a portal
I knew they had the mindstate of mere mortals
My ears morphed to receptors to catch ya
Every word about gravity control
and the families they hold for handsome ransoms
On the run with a handgun, blast bioforms; I am warned
that a planet-wise manhunt with cannons
will make me, abandon, my foolish plan of uprisin
Fuck dyin, I hijack a mech
Controllin with my magical chance so battle advance
through centuries of hip-hop legacy, megaspeed
Hyperwarp to Automator's crib and light the torch
They can't fight the force
Victory is ours once we strike the source
Enterprisin wise men look to the horizon
Thinkin more capitalism is the wisdom
and imprison, all citizens empowered with rhythm
We keep the funk alive by talking with idioms

Isn't eternal evil concerned with thievery
Medieval prehistoric rhetoric well we ahead of that
Lay it down with soundwaves that pound pavement
Original minstrals my central processing unit
is in tune with my heart for this art
Not artificial cause that makes it hard to miss you
Copycats finish last in the human race
Staying glued to safes too prude to take a buddha break
We got espers that let us bless with fresh shit
Undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of fame
Protecting the brain from conspiracies against my cosmos
While I float to Neo-Tokyo with Opio
or discuss combusitible rust clusters with Plus
Evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids
but I can make a kickin rhymes thats sacred
Telepathic mind that takes its greatness from the Matrix
Esper rhyme professor rushes in ultra pressures
with correction measures
Why half the world's a desert
Cannibals eat human brains for dessert
Buried under deap dirt, mobility innert
I insert these codes for the cataclysm
Ever since I had the vision use my magnetism
In this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up
Under preposterous laws thats not for us

Lyrically, Del is tough to top.

TheSanityAnnex

07-12-2006, 05:09 PM

Deltron 3030
"Mastermind"

Who fuses the music
With no illusions
Producing the blue prints
Clueless?
Automator - defy the laws of nature
Electronic monolith throw a jam upon the disc
The futuristic looper with the quickness
Hyper-producin' hydrogen fusion liquids keep your distance

First we coerce your brain patterns
Collaborate with time-consumin' re-programin'
I apply the flow cannon, the combo so slamin
Automically reconstruct the old canvas
His logic impress, a hypnotic effect
Ya latin patent you could call it a gift
Man he all in the mix nuclear physicist
Geneticlly taylored every bit of this stimulus

Psyonically bionically forget how you feel
Especially formulated the rest of you fornicated
It takes more to make this
He juggles variables
Unparreled propulsion to carry the load
Nueral surgeon the purest virgin conducting currents
Musical merlin he shines like sterling
Watch the Automator draw laser of a higher intensity
And instantly miss a beat create a symphony

Hey I know now, I know now repeat
Automator's on the planet earth
and he's gonna stop the war of the worlds
Deltron Zero is here as well take the cut for real
He told y'all evil do'ers he is
truly gifted in the matters of rhythm
Ya you got to give him that
In his infnite wisdom you know you got to get with him

TheSanityAnnex

07-12-2006, 05:11 PM

Deltron 3030
"Virus"

"Global controls will have to be imposed
and a world governing body, will be created to enforce them.
Crises, precipitate change.."

Secretly.. plotting your demise

I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
Cause they dont wanna unify us
So fuck it total anarchy and can't nobody stop us

You see late in the evening
Fucked up on my computer and my mind starts roaming
I create like a heathen
The first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem
Infiltration hits your station
No Microsoft or enhanced DOS will impede
Society thinks thier safe when
Bingo! Hard drive crashes from the rending
A lot of hackers tried viruses before
Vaporize your text like so much white out
I want it where a file replication is a chore
Lights out shut down entire White House
I don't want just a bug that could be corrected
I'm erecting immaculate design
Break the nation down section by section
Even to the greatest minds it's impossible to find

I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I want to develop a super virus
Better by far than that old Y2K
This is 3030 the time of global unification
Break right through they.. terminals
Burn 'em all, slaves to silicon
Curupt politicians with leaders and their keywords
F.B.I and spys stealin bombs
Decipitate their plans in thier face and catch the fever
Everybody loot the stores get your canned goods
Even space stations are having a hard time
Peacekeeepers seek to take our manhood
Which results in the form of global apartheid
Ghettos are trash dumps with gas pumps
Exploding and burnt out since before the great union
The last punks walk around like masked monks
Ready to manipulate the database or break through 'em
Human rights come in a hundreth place
Mass production has always been number one
New Earth has become a repungnant place
So it's time to spread the fear to thunder some

"Too long have we tried
to extend our glorious empire out to the stars.."
"Only to be drive back.."

I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

TheSanityAnnex

07-12-2006, 05:12 PM

Living Legends
"Flawless"

Sifting through your imprints brings me to this
Never let go never give up hope cause thats it
If I let go of hope and fall in the pit of injustice
Its just not right high plane drift into the light
Sharing my thoughts on the spot so there was never no secrets
She was ever clever so decent
So adequate for my etiquete
So I let it hit the bottom of my head and its
A dead page in a story thats been told so many times in the scroll
That I keep going for control
Beautified, intensified
Colors hide in the backdrop, who am I to supervise
Or pitch over the backstop
Simplified, compromised
Flowin under the lifelines cause you an I is a suicide
I testified in the right lines
A designer outline of your features in my sketchbook
Take a look at my past an answer questions your askin
Fasten seatbelts for the whiplash is massive
Crashin into the brick wall I barricaded my ass in
Fascinated by beauty
To document it to my duty
Artistry come alive in my eyes cause your my moving-
Picture, pixelating kaleidescope
Highest hopes I could ever match
Titilating my mind to cope with any problem that shows his face
No disgrace, no embarassment, never care for opinions in your presence
Your the second half to my essence
Your life is so intoxicating
To a drunken skinny broken open wide guy
Cause Im siftin through your imprints, it brought me to this
Never let go never give up hope cause thats just it
If I let go of hope and fall in the pit of injustice
Its just not right high plane drift into the light

(It ain't over here it comes again...)

[Grouch]
Her blowin have me growin, knowin I hit the jackpot
Silky symmetrical, round juicy sexual
Too acceptable, smellin like watermelons
Tellin all my friends about her every limb
Theres no comparison
Her hair in the wind got men sniffin wishin they could be in my position
I paid my dues though, now I move slow along the curb smooth ride
Back up fool you cannot drive
I make my dreams come alive
Exotic non-narcotics getting me high
Waterfall visions, covergirl missions
Soundtrack to her would be some smooth Loni Listen (?)
Me Im like a piston but Im not dissin
She holds herself well an I respect that
Listen if theres one thing I know its go for what you do
I did its all true
Neglected to way too cool
On the low standards Im a planner you a player what lay
Let me take (?)

[Chorus]

[PSC]
Flew off the scale of one to ten when the skin tone was in
Perfect light, candlelight, or the lamps you can dim
With the twist of a knob, don't claim to be a hearthrob
But I had my fair share of times Ive had to move on
And ask you why you dot a million desks
Most can only dream of the girls that found my rest
Beautiful creatures that stay without the reaches
To live in seclusion they made at the beaches
Exotica eroticas never rock the Nautica
Maybe some Prada and extra cool with nada
Nuthin, but get em naked an flawless
Wake up they look good (?)
And I think back, whens the last time you seen a Legend
Bare with somethin blessed let me help you out never
It may seem callous and shallow forgive me
I meant it, fly girls look like equipment
Top of the line helps the product come tight
Watch we pooled the girls that make the good whites
And life is so bland when youre already the man but you really ain't the man
Now my people understand what Im sayin
Im just layin back no approach
An when I be out with wifey best believe shes the dopest
Or one of the dopest, so many to hold focus
The young crop to make jaws drop then laws broken
Just jokin, statutory thats another story
Hormones an food got youngsters ripe for bonin
Ownin, oh Mr. Mackin continues
Stars in tight clothes be huntin us at venues
An then proves competition ain't friendly
We got the quality, quantities empty
Loyal untouchable drawers that y'all will never see
But give us a shot at your girl, theyll probably fuck with me

[Chorus]

[Scarub]
With beauty comes duty, few see the filthy
Not guilty I had to pass ass
Got me wantin somethin that ain't worthy
Surely I can see through most wannabes watch friends change up
Relationships, bitches wit attitudes come out quick
What you think you got somethin shit
Not this, Im gettin pissed again
Wished again some bliss'll get no kisses when eternity
Such absurdity I thought words would be the gate to my heart
Burnin me, but Ima stay cool as Sammy Davis an ride this shit out
But you cant lie this shit out
It used to be hard just to write this shit out
But I usually have ta fight this shit out
But Ima live this shit out
Like bein locked up for 30 years
Walk out with a hand of cement tears
Weird ta be out in the car seein the world
Got picked up by a girl an you see the lights pull you over in the rear
Radar clock 90 Im gonna have to see everybody I.D
I thought I was free but I really did a 360

TheSanityAnnex

07-12-2006, 05:13 PM

Living Legends
"Nothing Less"

[Grouch]
Well I bet you that I get the last laugh
Bet you that my funerals packed
And the tune you all blast is my crew's shit
New shit or old it don't matter
Bold I get swole in the zone where you gather
I'm alone but together with the folks
Not really knowing where I'm going
But my goal's to provoke thoughts
Devote lots, show some fools the ropes to hop
Scope the top from above it
Love it, then leave it alone
I believe that I'm grown showing the way
Owing the bay for going astray, now I'm blowing away
Like that bag in American Beauty
Truly blessed and nothing less

[MURS]
I'm nothing less than a criminal
With minimal convictions
Serving up my customers a hustler of the diction
Crushing my afflictions, I'm sick in the mind
Depends on how you ask
And I can do anything depending on the task
I tend to be on blast more often than not
Between a rock and a hard place
I soften my spot, talking a lot
That's if my CD's get played
But if that's not the case then I had nothing to say
My crew been tight since we was up in the bay
Been down for a while, now watch us
As we take it, up and away
Something to play when you're laying on back
Felt the love when I wrote this
So I know y'all feel what I'm saying on tracks

[Chorus] - repeat 3X

[Slug]
The first step was birth
Now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth
The second step was belief
He had to make that move before he even grew teeth
The third step, respect awareness
He could trip over the next step if he's careless
That next step, number four, was love
Can't touch it without stepping the other three above
As he froze for a moment
Ignoring the remaining ones
He was approaching, focus stolen
Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding
Nothing, empty
No choice but to keep going
The fifth step felt like a misstep
It was a re-evaluation of the first four
The anxiety, fear of what it hurts for
Caught in somewhere between the earths core
And the first floor
When he finally made it to step six
He could no longer see it for what it is
All of his views and family and life were askew
Number six had been twisted by the previous two
The last step, the seventh
Was the only thing left that kept him outside of heaven
One last breath and everything could be pleasant
Life through death, man's final lesson

[Chorus]

[Sunspot Jonz]
Nothing less, god bless the days I rest
In this mess called life
Trying to be the best for the best dressed
Female, but she just brings hell
In the wishing well, I drown pieces of my soul
Born to rebel
I'm the black James Dean of the underground
Yelling at shows
Like rallys in Cali, I blow rhyme under the trees
Wanabees talk shit all day
But don't got a tape to play
Nothing genuine to say
So they bite the next man
Like they gonna make him the best man
In this crusade the future looks black
Like Taye Diggs' forehead
We can't go ahead and let the whack break our spirit

[Chorus]

[Scarub]
I know my expectations are high
But I refuse to lay low
No compromises only improvising
From what I manifest in the mind
Even though they say no
I follow through if it's true
You know those type of serious questions
That are asked in a playful manner
So if assumptions are wrong
They can act like it's a joke?
"What do you do for a living?"
That's the words they spoke
When they first heard that I wrote to stay alive
While they work a 9 to 5
I work just as hard as you
But got a different focus
And while you focus on me I'm gonna be all that I am
All of SIAM, while others run at the mouth
With nothing to show
I'ma use what I know, manipulating my flow
From here to there
I origami the situation from what is considered
Unsuitable to something beautiful
The outcome is legendary, and nothing less

TheSanityAnnex

07-12-2006, 05:14 PM

Josh Martinez
"Deny"

(this is a chilling tale of the holocaust)

So this is war, more blood poured from the fountain
As I'm counting on the cold hand
Of those that abstain and demand
More ground gained from the crosses that we follow into battle
I swallow in the whole Earth rattle
It was all too real from the moment that I peeled
My steel cap back
And saw the black knife fade into first light
Some fat balding man had the clever insight
That might makes right so under infrared sight
We steadily advance
I raised from my crouched stance
As boards marked the time I danced through lines of dead men
Who've been forever left behind and lie with their own kind
But I turn my mind off, desensitizing
I find myself surmising on how I can plant my flag upon the horizon
So glory finds me and I can be
history's first living soul on the beaches of Normandy
And slay me a thousand Germans
Cause revenge is burning hot as pistol shot and I can smell bodies
Rotting on both sides of the divide but the tide of the battle has turned
The good guys have returned
So we succeed in the beachhead but success is relative
Relatively high numbers of dead blood stained human remains
But the Nazis fled so we advance into France
We meet the underground resistance behind enemy lines, making good distance
At the insistence of our leaders
we follow up on every lead, even a tree can be a trap
But one look at the map showed the Germans were withdrawing
Citizens were applauding
as they plotted how to pay back the citizen assassins
We started liberating towns to the ticker-tape tirades
Of humans too tired to wage war anymore
It looked like war had but a few months left before we could all rest
And go home to our families

But then we heard rumor of a place
Where an entire human race was taken and laid to waste
A camp where crazed experiments take place
And rows of corpses overflowed mass graves
There were things to be seen and turn you to burn inside
The soldiers were told to see with their own eyes
So I went to see it so I could explain without laying blame
History's made a name of stories so I will call it as I see it
I see fit to record it so the truth cannot be distorted
But I must warn you, truth is cold
Souls stolen from right under the skin
A prison where inmates' fate was wrapped and lay
The feat past the gates and doctors decided
Whether you were pesticide-ed or provided with a tattoo used to ID you
When death from exposure overcame you

So I walked past the gates and saw plain brick buildings
And then the real world faded
"I hated every breath:" the words to express what I saw when Auschwitz fell
A living hell, you couldn't tell
The living dead from the skeletons enveloped in this valley of death
The stink of charred flesh made my breath catch
We couldn't match the millions
of dead civilians to what we had believed to be humans
"How could this happen?" I asked my captain and for a moment
This proponent of atonement just shook his head
Cause it was best left unsaid
But being Jewish on the other side of the divide meant I knew my history
Without having to face its wrath
The path of six million goes way beyond the math

*I can't understand the way you feel*

See Poland fell first and Jews were the first to feel it
Herded into units by perverted Germans who used their loose liberties
To sexually abuse and misuse in full view of the camera
But it never made the news
Cause most Poles agreed that all Jews were infected
They infested every stock-invested bank
And every government think-tank had at least a Jew or two
So who am I to play the fall guy?
When I cast my eye on the neighbor's grass
where it's truly greener on the other side
I must confide that I hate Jews just about as much as the Germans do
So when the burning smoke chokes out the air and all I smell is burning hair
I'll turn a blind eye and comply
With every single lie that you make us recite so we won't ask any questions
I'm just an average citizen
See many Europeans felt that Jews were just pollution
A problem finally solved by the Final Solution
Where Communists, Jews, gypsies, and handicapped queers
All became the target of irrational fears
fed by the flames of state-sponsored propaganda
And that's when one man began to expand
his theories of inferiority and spread it like a virus
So Jews were enclosed in ghettoes completely frozen from contact
Beyond that flat where fifteen people slept back to back
Where liberty and property were stolen
On the grounds that Jews were the chosen scapegoats
So oats were torn and the horns sounded
As the hatred rose from town to town the world was astounded
That the Nazis would treat some citizens so ruthless
But without documented proof the accusations were toothless
And since the persecuted were Jewish
The world watched and did nothing
See hate was fanned into obsession
Obsessed by the extermination of a nation founded by religion
So a nation created in fear and xenophobia
proceeded to eliminate sanction by the state
But bullets were too expensive and didn't kill fast enough
Plus the mass graves made it hard to deny
the use of slaves digging their own graves
So science was used and compounds were created
to make the killing less anticipated and more efficient
A pesticide called Zyklon B was used
to see hundreds of strangers into the gas chambers
Which they were told were the showers
The children, women, and elderly must have been smelly
Cause immediately upon entry they were all sent to the showers
So the world watched and somebody had to know
That six million Jews went to camp and just didn't come home

As I stare down the tracks
where trains packed humans in cattle cars behind steel bars
The motto of this camp attracts my eye, it says: "Arbeit Macht Frei"
Meaning "Work will make you free" but all those who died inside
Probably never saw the irony
This place had an evil feeling as we roamed building to building
Sights before my eyes, each one the less appealing
A room piled to the ceiling with gold filling teeth
The next filled with shaved human hair
Soon to become some German chair and plush sofa
Suffocating stench as I clench my teeth, for what I reached next:
I saw ten huge chimneys burning gas, Jews to ashes
A whole section dedicated to storing glasses
confiscated from the dead for resale
I felt frail and had to leave this hell or be consumed by its spell

I've long since left but I consider it my duty
To bring this tragedy to the attention of a country
Who pats itself on the back for helping in the occupation
And bring freedom to a federation of the oppressed
but Canada must be undressed
Its dirty laundry put to rest
Our country frowned on the slaughter, perpetrated
A crime so anti-human we were all left exasperated but it faded over time
And if you think Denmark smelled rotten soon our feelings weren't forgotten
But I will never forget that this nation did nothing
And when our government feigned sadness they must have been bluffing
Cause before and during the war all the way into the fifties
Canada's immigration policy was just as clear as any:
One Jew is one Jew too many
So how can we condemn when we had a chance
To open up our arms and give our home to the survivors?
Instead we gave the red carpet to ex-Nazi storm riders
Whose record checks seemed to have been forgotten
at the border in the disorder
Why do you think we still keep finding out
the Nazis are our neighbors fifty years later?
Ask me if I think we should've done more
It's all said and done with now so what the fuck for?

My task and all I ask is that you never forget
Cause those who forget: history will repeat it
The Nazis were defeated yet the lies live on and spawn
In the ignorance of those whose motives reap it
And claim death counts were made up as if we needed to exaggerate
But I saw how hate could make right-thinking people deviate
When they create excuses for the nooses and reasons for the bleeding
But nothing made as much sense as "Seeing is believing"
I can't stop crying
This isn't human
Only illusion, but I'm trying
What I saw will defy
Too many dead to identify
Cities disappear and whole families die
So when you deny, spreading lies my mind burns with the pictures left behind
Please look inside my eye and tell six million Earth citizens why
All I want to know is how the hell can you deny?
How the hell can you deny? How the hell can you deny?
How the hell can you deny...

Phil Hellmuth

07-25-2006, 07:12 PM

hard to top this verse by inspecta deck on triumph:

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

resistanze

07-25-2006, 08:58 PM

Vakill - The Creed

Can't find the lyrics anywhere and too lazy to type out, but here's the opening rhyme:

I granted my neighborhood immunity,
during the Rodney King riots where niggaz burnt down and looted their community,
instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination
and threw them out the window of opportunity

leemajors

07-25-2006, 09:01 PM

here is another of my favorites, especially ghostface's verse - 4thchamber by the gza:

Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
*baby gurgling*
So... come boy, choose life or death

Verse One: Ghostface Killah

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

Verse Two: Killah Priest

I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Verse Three: The RZA

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)

The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the limp on temp
with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin to figure who invented
this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

resistanze

07-25-2006, 09:11 PM

^^ Love that song.

GZA - Fame

[Verse 1]
They was told not to ride in Patty's +Hearse+
and stay out of Charles' +Manson+
Took Abraham's +Lincoln+ through the Todd +Bridges+ espansion
Willis +Reid+s a map that marks the spot showin
On his left George +Burns+ a blunt William's holdin
Tara +Bank+ed the money that Chaka +Khan+ed the poor
Alicia +Key+ed his car for givin Melbourne +Moore+
For the Redd +Foxx+ who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora +Cox+ the gun cuz she beat Kelly's +Price+
When Rosa +Park+ed the truck on the farm that Kim +Fields+
Linda +Tripp+ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's +Hills+
Water dripped outta Farrah's +Fawcett+ in the glass
She was "Superfly", Curtis +Mayfield+ her ass
Chris +Tucker+ to a show, Ted +Turner+ to a hoe
Robert +Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+
+Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom +Sawyer+ at the Lucielle +Ball+ up at the foyer
He confronted Richard +Pryor+ to hiring his lawyer
Suge's +Knight+ removed the rook off the board
Donna +King+ was checked and Al +Sharpton+ the sword

[Verse 2]
The saints marched in, Kurtis +Blow+ing his horn
Tom +Cruise+d the boulevard, Chris +Rock+ed the song
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's +Lennon+
They took her to Elizabeth +Taylor+ to dry clean
The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al's +Green+
You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild
Like the kids in the yard who play with +Jane's Child+
A beautician laced Erykah's +Badu+
Sean +Comb+ed through the evidence, just to get a clue
The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this kid
The Tiger +Wood+ kill him once thrown in Brad's +Pitt+
Jesse +Owen+ the money from the weed Bubba +Sparxxx+
They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's +Clark+
Jeffery +Lyons+ stuck with a thorn from George's +Bush+
Paul +Pierce+d in the heart as the crowd pushed
Acting alone... Drew +Barrymore+ bones
of the victims, three blocks from Jim's +Brownstone+
They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's +Cole+d
The producer, threw the butter on Esther's +Rolle+
Dempsey +Russel+ed him down, got his jaw wide
In a instant, Brooke +Shields+ him from the gunfire
Angie +Stone+d him to death, with those vocals
Keith +Sweat+ from the workout, just from runnin local

[Verse 3]
Larry's +Bird+ flew outta Nicholas' +Cage+
Joe +Tex+ messages from Satchel's +Paige+
Betty +Wright+ letters with ink from Sean's +Penn+
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
Glenn +Close+ enough to quickly duck the tapes
Richard +Gere+ ripped while he was climbin Bill +Gates+
He was a southerner, posing as a, native New Yorker
The Jason +Kidd+ took his first steps in Jimmy's +Walker+
He stayed on line chattin with rap celebs
Used Bernie's +Mack+ to search Veronica's +Webb+
It cost them their life for the advice you gave
Now Pete +Rose+ lay on Vanessa's +Redgrave+
----------------------------------------------------------

Ras Kass - On Earth As It Is...

[Verse One]
Shit, I ain't never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos
But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal
Because me with a mic cable is a religious experience in itself
I got a message from God
He said, "Don't even try to fuck with me," suckered reluctantly
Carried the cross and uppercuts and at that, I'm hazardous
I speak to the heads and raise the dead like Lazarus
Led the fucking lambs to the slaughter, and walked on water
When it's frozen, in the ground influence and I'm on point
like the unicorn and you need a form, to bring rains
to Desert Storm for 40 days and 39 nights
So my cerebral flows flood the Earth with a, megahertz
And the first shall be last and the last shall be first
Reciting a biblical verse before I make your melon burst
Like that nigga Jules from Pulp Fiction
My salvation is salivation, indiction crucifixion
It's a blessing just to live another day they say
Because the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
So my niggaz pray five times a day and still
carry a trey-five-seven (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven)

[Chorus]
(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe
Drinking with the Lord and shoot dice with Christ
Hitting seven, On Earth, As It Is In Heaven

[Verse Two]
Feeling like a cock, cause I be talking to a burning bush
But I'm not knowing till I fornicated with the hoe and
caught the claps so, my first communion consists of
bread and wine and dioxycill in one-hundred milligram capsules
Let the commandments begin again
Cause just like Moses on Mount Sinai, I broke all ten
For the believing, in the evening, when I covet my neighbors wife
I do dirt and get works to reap life, victimize
and give us this day to make our daily bread
Cause if I'm broke I'm serving cavvy in Bethlehem
Or selling my soul to Satan, six figure record deal
protection's my religious denomination, B.C.
I be the coming like when Mary's water broke
So let there be light, so niggaz can see I rock mics religiously
Those who believe ye shall receive
But non-believers, you niggaz doubt my existence like agnostics
The hostile gospel, I apostle, with epistles from speaking in tongues,
but God sewed up and gave his only begotten Son
to set it on niggaz, blowing backwards bastards to Kingdom Come
And knowing the Judas in my crew
So do unto others before they do unto you
Like Rastas heads be dreadin
Phoenetic armageddeon (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I hit the planet like a plague
The Book of Revelations red dragon with ten horns and seven heads
and seven crowns skills concealed until the Seventh Seal revealed
to fulfill prophecy
From B.C. to AC/DC radio receivers
The messiah comes back igniting the fever in the rap world game
(The hit after) The three headed raptor, is after
You hear the HemisFear trinity raps rap to you Babylon fires
Cause thou shalt not worship false idols
Just like David guillotined Philistines even God is homicidal
Fucking these kids like catholic priests after mass
Pubic hair of lamb's wool, and feet of burned brass
That I can put up in your platinum ass son
Instead I arrive the Golden Child, every knee shall bow
when the divine styler is speaking in parables
Like old baptist churches I'm getting old bitches hysterical
HALLELUJAH! Praise be to my medula oblongota
I blew God and not another nigga hotter, believe that Meshach
The hip-hop martyr who sacrificed and gave my life
But got 4Pac, so I'm livin the Thug Life in the afterlife
Then I be walking through the pearly gates
with an infared scope ten millimeter heater
Cuz if my name ain't in the Book of Life I'm snuffing St. Peter
Drinking the blood of Jesus Christ and pissing holy water
no QUESTION who can come cleaner
M-P-C plus M-I-C equals holy B-I-B-L-E to me
Matrimony is getting head but I refuse to break bread
with Jezebels, my management already gets twenty percent
so fuck tieing, go to Hell
I'd rather continue backsliding
You're not from the tribe of Judah, so why you lying?
Come watch the Zion, I'm signifying
the next shit to wreck shit and see the Exodus

Phil Hellmuth

07-25-2006, 09:15 PM

find me antoher song with the word play of lupe fiasco:

Lupe Fiasco - Failure

It's mean, soldier
Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers
With the CATS that push
40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras
See me sling soda
'Cause the extra four in the split is mixed
It's really 36
Used to buy toasters and clips
You can tighten your circle or boa constrict
While you was lighting your purple, I was over the scripts
See, I couldn't walk the walk, couldn't really talk the talk
Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk
'Cause this lack in talk had my walk looking off
Now I'm over the limp
Watch how they mugs drop when they see my Verbal's able
(That's the Usual)
When I was po' I was low
Now me and my Chaps cop Purple Label
It's Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate
Niggas brownnose, they are like Alf to him
Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him
Please don't enter scope
It's gonna be a whole lot of Iovine and respirating
If I lean out this window with Irene
Niggas as tall as Yao Ming
With L-U-P-Emperor
Is the foundation's I-beams and the antennas
It's so serious every time I write my John Hancock like
Could damn near see Detroit
Niggas is scared of heights
This is saran wrap and aluminum foil
Some potpourri, a little machine oil
I stack my paper and throw off my scents
This is top floor, better look out before
Pennies from heaven is the same as the semi from the second
And I reign supreme
Turn your umbrellas upside down
Did you even catch the change in theme?

And them niggas ain't Was nor from his regime
Gangsta lean
Hats on tilt like these niggas ain't drop out the vending machine
You gotta put more money in
And I shake niggas up every time I drop a bar
(2 for 1)
It's horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box
Like mo' money them every time I cop a car
You see I'm a roller, right
So it might be a Rover, right
But every time I drop a 'r'
(Get off the streets)
It's "over" aite
Bet I be in her head like overnight
Like rollers, right
She the chauffeur, right
So I keep her sober
She don't get Fed Ex like overnight
I am Dolemite
All that gas can't help you but solar might
So just call on sun
Drop a 's'
Pick up an 'o'
Uno, put it all on "one"
Brace yourself like overbite
"For that quiet nigga that relocated down south
Coming back to floss"
Nigga, get your molars right
Fix your grill
No plaque but a whole lot of cheese
This the drill
Mr. Chill
Gave me the green light like Yoda knife
So I'ma force my will
Like the Force I wield
Of course you will
Take my time
But weight behind only pertains
To that Porsche grill
It's snakes in the hood
Gotta watch for that Cobra bite
Let me see
There's snakes in the hood
A bird, a horse behind the grill
Something gator on the seat
And a fox behind the wheel
No it's not Noah's ark, ock
It's just a flower's start

For achiever
My procedure's
To proceed at all cost
With no breather
I'm all walk
Rain, snow, or fever
I'm all coughs coming after your teacher
I'm on the ball like FIFA
Viva Lupe Duce
Long live the leader
I remember I ain't have sneakers
It was welfare
Coming up for air is like
Whales there
Fila
But now I'm well here
I'm Shamu with twelve pair
And niggas wanna take me back to zero like tare, fare
Well, my scale's clear
You Sea World
It's Braille here
I'm Bumpy Johnson, I stick to the streets
Keep my dogs out in front of me
You see what I'm saying
And I push ki's wonderfully

This is gangsta, man