Favorite verse in a song

[kontrolheat]

mine would have to be u can hate if u want but this is the bay bitch we the real bad boys ask stephen jackson im somethin like the number on his shirt ask dirk

[Fillmoe]

"Yeah, I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil
They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother always said, "The president, he doesn't care"
He tryin' to leave the footprints of America here
They say we tryin' to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinkin' we could win
Against the Viet Cong guerrillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killin' six civilians
Yeah, and it ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of motherfuckin' fight in me
It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms
But over here, they droppin' seven million tons of bombs
I spent my days dodgin' all these booby-traps and mines
And at night, prayin' to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder
In a foxhole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here"


VINNIE PAZ IS A FUCKING BEAST!

that whole song was fire.... RA killed the track too.....

Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story

[TheSanityAnnex]

Fillmoe! :lol

RA spits my favorite verse of all time on that track. It's three minutes of nonstop flowin madness.


"True story
Call me Thorburn, John H., staff sergeant
Marksman, skill in killin', illin', I'm able and willin'
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin'
Sex, gambling and boozin', all this shit is amusin'
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Vic the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we 'bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is sprayin', it's heatin' up a hundred degrees
The enemies the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told, "Be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees
Nail the road, it broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearin' black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flyin', loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dyin', I feel dizzy, I'm losin' blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange
Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
'Cause in life, God take, God give"

[Fillmoe]

Immortal Technique- Dance With The Devil.... any of the 4 verses on that song.... STRAIGHT COOKED COKE CRACK!


also Internally Bleeding....

Yea... Yea... Ay yo
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty and cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer
But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer
Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Black Panthers
The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion
Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian
I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs
The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues
Like Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun
Pain in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ
Like Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave
Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America
Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no
Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator
Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I
Stand on his right..

[makedamnsure]

IT is illl. when is his new stuff coming out?

[Leetonidas]

From Schizophrenic Conversations...

"And you say that I'm weak so show me the proof
Because I still exist in spite of you"

[Summers]

"Tell me are you a Christian, child? And I said, Ma'am I am tonight"

[DarkReign]

Sport the War!
War Support!
The sport is War, Total War
When victory is really a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
Its how many people I can kill

- Slayer - War Ensemble


If consequences dictate
My course of action
Then it doesnt matter whats right
Its only wrong if you get caught
If consequences dictate
My course of action
Then I should play God and just
Shoot you myself.

- Tool - Jerk-Off

[ObiwanGinobili]

Aint found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere

man what a visual . Jerry Cantell's farther wrote that song.
the whole thing is pure poetry.

[ObiwanGinobili]

and not to bee a petty poor sport winner or anything...

but I've had this stuck in my head all morning :lol


Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?

All the wants you waste
All the things youve chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger, but theres no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castles crumbled and youre left with just a name
Wheres your crown, king nothing?
Wheres your crown?

[Sportcamper]

Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine.... all a friend can say is "ain't it a shame"...

[Shelly]

...tiny bubbles...

[Flea]

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

[Shelly]

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[u2sarajevo]

Favorite from a rap song:
"Are you bleedin'?
Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?"

I'm currently enjoying this little newly found tidbit:
"Well, Americans:
What, nothin' better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too.

Who's usin' who?
What should we do?
Well you can't be a pimp
And a prostitute too"

[dickface]

Old white men is runnin this rap shit
Corporate force's runnin this rap shit
Some tall israeli is runnin this rap shit
We poke out our asses for a chance to cash in
Cocaine, is runnin this rap shit
'Dro, 'yac and E-pills is runnin this rap shit

The rape over, turn your face over nigga
No god in disguise it's me, game over
Hey lil souljahs you ready for war?
But don't ask what you're fighting for
Just hope that you sur--vive the gunfight, the drama, the stress
You get in the line of fire, we get the big ass checks
You gettin your choice of pimp
Make your choice and fall in
This is ho stroll B I, take that cock in your behind, beyotch
Hit the streets and perform for us
Hold hard and bring it on to us, fucker
I let you sip up some army, get a Mercedes
And kick back and let you pay me, my Mack is crazy
I leave the, knife and fist fight filled with glamour
Yeah, take a picture with this platinum plated sledgehammer
We over-do it add the fire and explosion to it
We sold confusion, we front rap music

MTV, is runnin this rap shit
Viacomm is runnin this rap shit
AOL and Time Warner runnin this rap shit
We poke out our asses for a chance to cash in
Cocaine, is runnin this rap shit
Hennessey, is runnin this rap shit
Quasi-homosexuals is runnin this rap shit

[Fillmoe]

Big L got some classics!

"Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
Fuckin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
and rob every last one of you niggaz"

[leemajors]

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...


Try to answer to the master on the MC rap artists
No joke on the lyric it's hard to be modest
I knew I was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin
Just think while I sing and to the brain structure
Don't sleep on the E 'ya see something might rupture
I don't take time for me to blow your mind
It takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind
So just lounge . . . 'Cause you're a MC clown
Or join the circus . . . EPMD's in town


My name is Eric Sermon and I'm back again
I see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,
Mad and stuff - because they don't have cash
Like the E-Double . . . or the Pee-MD
He drives a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc Suzuki
I'm the locksmith . . . with the key to fame
Never high on myself, always stay the same
Play a lot because I'm hot and like a horse I trot
Around the track and back, fatigued?? No, I'm not


Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz aint nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, aint nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, dont nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos Im righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe Ill stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and eric b, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money its still a wish
Cos I dont like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos Im paid in full


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?

i'll just stop there, this post is getting out of hand. can't really pick a fave, so much freshness out there.

[TheSanityAnnex]

Inspectah Deck


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

[Fillmoe]

Phonte of Little Brother

Been a long time comin'
But damn we just made it
So much to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost touch
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just dated
Its history in the making
When I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for those who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas never play us
Took our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got contaminated
And now they sayin' we're at fault like the San Andreas

[Fillmoe]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKIM!


Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

[Fillmoe]

NASTY NAS!


Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
massouse, wedding ring on, lovin Celine Dion
hate rap, told me where she get caked at
shes a part time danca, part time romanca
tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta
left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers
modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin from plastic surgery
went from 34B to 36 double D
met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party
had the Henny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, flossin wit stout, he had the gators
when she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas
Terrell said her mans a full back for the Raiders
a drunk whod fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
its easy to get the pussy, just dont fall in love
next thing u know im hugged up wit this bitch in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin her feet
is this love? somebody's wife fuckin a thug
hittin it raw, tastin it, wildin out on my character, tapin it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she knew me for years
pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
millions, she would get, if his neck got slit
she rolled the equality, then passed the lye ta me
told me bout her mans life insurance policy
he stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
you can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear
chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somwhere
so we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin
split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela, adaptin'
P-11's, A-C-P Shells for blastin
caught him wit his spanish maid, he had a lighter wit a can of spray
burnin her legs, she tied to the bed
sex S and M, sadomasochistic
sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance
his maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold
naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo
twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loins of London
goes to his wife and his children
yo i thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all i vision
all she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night
headed to Spain, nice game, now its back to where we meet again..
( reverse scratch )
Blaze a 50
sit back in a drop top Azure Bentley
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
top down, nightmare, blow her hair
sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
took a blast, out of her coke bag
snorted it, started screamin yo we almost crashed!
earlier i took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
overwhelmed by greed, put to death

[TheSanityAnnex]

AZ- mo money, mo murda


Now you're forced to listen
I got the mind of a grad from Princeton
Play your position, or soon you'll be lost and missin
It's far from fiction
My presence is like that of a christian
With ammunition puttin states under submission
Street addiction, got me tied in thorough with buroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's mellow
Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito
Cause we know, niggaz don't really want us to see doe
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, watch that suicide

[Fillmoe]

you just reminded me of another hot AZ verse

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

[resistanze]

[Eminem]
Once I get on two, hits of X
my disk slips and disconnects
'til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
and puts five more zany acting maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
and spilling liters of blood like swimmin pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*bullets spray*}
A lot of people say misoginistic which is true
I don't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you!)

[resistanze]

[Ras Kass]
The waterproof MC, you ain't wettin me
You need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B
Cause see, no matter how much green you make
You'll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model
Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
That's why I'm pissin in y'all Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics - forever snortin
I want a woman with the body of a whore and a personality like Lauryn
Can't even say I didn't know
Cause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O.
How many years, fo' mo' - so fuck the fake John Gotties
Ain't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin hot toddies
My shit pumpin everything, out Audis in Saudi
I'm +Thuggish Ruggish+ to the Bone,
"and I'm gonna diss everybody.. and I'm gonna diss everybody.."

[TheSanityAnnex]

Gangstarr

I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of MC's, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth

[marini martini]

drinkin' tha gin and juice, baby. Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind :toast

[THE ONE AND ONLY]

I just bite it, It's for the look, I don't light it.

[atxrocker]

some good shit in this thread already.. one of my favorite verses

from A.L -- Lyrics

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

[TheSanityAnnex]

Why hasn't anyone posted a sick ass country verse? Do they not exist?

[atxrocker]

Do they not exist?


:lol :lol I don't think so...

JERU


Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
all battered and bruised, on the streets
Won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this competition, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself

[TheSanityAnnex]

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga

[TheSanityAnnex]

This thread needs some D e l.


It don't matter what you do or say
Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya
Wanna compare your self to them
Well guess what homeboy you don't match up
I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just cuz you say it is
Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain't you that's simply just the way it is

[TheSanityAnnex]

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

[atxrocker]

gotta show KRS some love


This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

[atxrocker]

This thread needs some D e l.





agreed. i was thinking the same thing.

[leemajors]

Why hasn't anyone posted a sick ass country verse? Do they not exist?

who the hell names their album BIG DOG DADDY?!?!

Toby Keith Lyrics

High Maintenance Woman Lyrics

I see her layin' by the poolside every day
She ain't got a lot on
She ain't got a lot to say

She wouldn't look my way
But buddy, what do you expect
I'm just the fix-it-up boy at the apartment complex

And she'll go out dancin' 'bout seven-fifteen
Climb into the back of a long limosine
I know where she's goin'
She's goin' downtown
I'm goin' downtown too, and take a look around

She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tyin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man

I'm just sittin' 'round waitin' on a telephone call
After water pipe exploded in the living room wall
If your washer and dryer need a repair
You know the hadyman's waitin'
And he'll be right there

Twenty-four hours
Seven days a week
If it's gettin' clogged up or maybe startin' to leak
Just ring up my number, baby, give me a try
You know I got all the tools
And I can satisfy

She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't asked her out yet
'Cause I don't know if I can
You see a high maitenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man

She's my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tryin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man
Ain't no high maintenance woman
Gonna fall for a maintenance man

[resistanze]

BDK

Come, get some, you little bum
I take the cake but you can't get a crumb
from the poetic, authentic, superior
Ultimate - and all that good shit
I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic
There you have it, now get dramatic
Creatin drama when I'm on the scene
And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen
I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile
put on trial a rap pile to exile
Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE
And I'm still calm and humble
You need another helpin hand to swing on
I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on
your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey
Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me
And if may make this one thing here clear
that's for you not to come near, PERIOD
So I ain't buggin or delirious
My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is
And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC
that thought he was nice into Minute Rice
Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff
Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff
And the mic I ravage, not like a savage
but in my own way of doin damage
As I design the genuine line
Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?

WARM IT UP KANE!

[atxrocker]

any verse in this song is dope so i'll just post the first

ACEYALONE motherfuckers

Now I know you hate it when the MC ain't fly
So I come in the party live
Chopping rappers down to size
I know em when I see em cause they got that look in their eyes
Surprise
Aceyalone has arrived
They surround around the microphone like shit attracts flies
I arise
The Thai gets me high
I find him, stand right behind him and I spy
No more than two tries; either freaks it or you die
I waited; somebody stated "He's intimidated"
I was faded; I played it like any other brother would've played it
Nut soon as I grabbed the microphone I went into a frenzy
Started givin niggaz black eyes like Spuds Mackenzie
when that bud's in me
Now one of these niggaz tried to tell me my shit was hopeless
His homeboy was on the other side sayin "Man your shit's the dopest"
All of a sudden another rapper pushed his way through the crowd
Came and stood in front of me and told me he was proud
Then he bowed, told me that he liked the way I styled
I thanked him, I smiled
then I had to be out

[leemajors]

It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty,
went to a bar and caught me a 40.
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk,
so I kicked the ass of this little punk.
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell.
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son,
before I knew it my mom pulled a gun.
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat,
I really don't know, she got into the car,
I musta picked her up when I left the bar.
Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill,
but you know how mothers are, she wanted to ill.
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?
'Cause, tonight I wanna be your lover.
Just one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber..."
Wait a little while then we snuk upstairs,
step by step with a hint of fear.
We got into my room, bitch started to scream,
momma busted in with a fucked up scene.
Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees.
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, put down your broom,
My mom fucked up the room.
The bitch jumped up with no respect,
I had to put the big, big bitch in check.
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I don't need no cock."

[leemajors]

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

[Marklar MM]

1800
Jose Cuervo
Yaddadamean
Know what I'm saying, though?

[atxrocker]

A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
Let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
When my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
And caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You're dismissed"
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
Why go job hunting today?
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
And feel my problems shrink away
And by now, the rent's due in two weeks
But inside my mind that's just another problem brew can delete
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
And said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don't live here no more"
And now I'm ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
Though I knew he had doubts
And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with
I'm so confused I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path of nowhere
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
A forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..

A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway
Seems like everytime I start I don't know when it's time to say when
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
At a party with some brothers I don't know I'm chillin in some E&J
With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down
And plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
I can't remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway
Next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
Start talkin out my ass I can't see straight but yet I quote
And I don't know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
That I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to show me
What they got not thinkin straight I don't know why I posed the challenge
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
Some shit was said I know I can't erase and now shit ain't the same
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend
And loose them to booze in my system just ain't how I'm livin
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
A forty ounce for.. nah
A forty ounce for.. fuck!!
Just one more forty just one more I'll make this last day
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day

GIFT OF GAB

[ObiwanGinobili]

as requested, sick ass country lyrics


Well they call me the fireman, that's my name.
Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames.
Well everybody'd like to have a what I got.
I can cool 'em down when they're smold'ring hot.
I'm the fireman, that's my name.

Last night they had a bad one a mile or two down the road.
Well my buddy walked out and left his woman burning out of control.
Well I was down there in about an hour or so.
With a little mouth to mouth she was ready to go.
I'm the fireman, that's my name.


Every night it's the same
I hear you callin' my name
You're lyin' next to me
I give into your charms
You disappear in my arms
I realize it's just a dream, but

[Chorus:]
Desperately, I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love

And now I
Shake the sleep from my head
And try to crawl out of bed
Today is just another day
I make the coffee for one
I turn the radio on
Pretend that everything's ok, but

[Chorus]

And now I
Know there's no reason to smile
It's gonna take me awhile
'Cause I still love you desperately

[Chorus]

And now I
Watch the sun goin' down
There ain't nobody around
I feel a night in the breeze
I keep on tellin' myself
I don't need nobody else
And I can do as I please, but

And now I

[Chorus]

And now
Every night it's the same
I hear you callin' my name
I still love you desperately
I still love you
I still want you
I still love you desperately


and

Country music singers
have always been a real close family
but lately some of my kin folks
have disowned a few others and me
i guess its because
i kinda changed my direction
i guess i went and broke the family tradition

they get on me wanna know Hank
why do you drink?
(Hank) why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
over and over
everybody made my prediction
so if i get stoned
I'm just carryin'
on an old family tradition

I am very proud
of my daddys name
although his kinda music
and mine ain't exactly the same
stop and think it over
put yourself in my position
if i get stoned and sing all night long
it's a family tradition

Don't ask me Hank
why do you drink?
(Hank) why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a Honky-Tonk
Some ol' slicks tryin to give me corrections
I'll say leave me alone
I'm singin all night long
it's a family tradition

Lordy, I have loved some ladies
and I have loved Jim Beam
and they both tried to kill me
in 1973
when that doctor asked me
Son how did you get in this condition
I said hey sawbones I'm just carryin on
an old family tradition

So don't ask me Hank
why do you drink?
(Hank) why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs you wrote?
Stop and think it over
Try and put yourself in my unique position
If I get stoned and sing all night long
It's a family tradition!

[Flea]

Hey I posted an old Suzy Boggus verse earlier, she's country!

Here's another one......I LOVE this song!



Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,
and she's probably getting frisky...
right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...

And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

Right now, she's probably up singing some
white-trash version of Shania karaoke..
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo...
And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats...

Oh, you know it won't be on me!

Ohh... not on me...
Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

Ohh.. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...

Ohh... before he cheats...

[TheSanityAnnex]

spice1- 187 proof


And that’s how the shit was handled, first name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J, E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessey, robs with a mother fucker named
O.E.
E had a bitch and her name was Gin, had a nigga named Juice doin time
in the pen
You couldn’t tell that Gin was a bitch though, cuz she was fuckin some
nigga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they’d come with two fat niggas named Bacardi and
Rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary, the bitch was all bloody
and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body, and all fingers pointed at Rum and
Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel, so Jack tried to bail Juice out of the jail
But ol’ E had the judge on the payroll clout, so Jack shot the judge up
and rolled Juice out
Now everybody’s talking ‘bout Gin and Juice, Juice shot Gin cuz the
bitch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin they ain’t gonna get me, I’ll round up the posse
and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls, had 99 niggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call so E and J and Jack and Juice nined
them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill, got the money
from the bitch reckless Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn’t survive, but Mickey was slick he
had a Colt 45
And now he’s wonderin how he got the word, it was the neighborhood wino
Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice, it was a hundred and
eighty-seven proof

[1369]

And those who know what's best for us

Must rise and save us from ourselves

[1369]

Why hasn't anyone posted a sick ass country verse? Do they not exist?

A little Charlie Robison..

My little brother was just ten years old
When we hit bad weather and
hid in the hold
We could see Texas it was only a mile
Oh little brother I remember your smile
At Indianola
My dad built a sawmill
Of cypress and stone
It was there on Medina
That we made our home
It was year 1850 that I sent for my girl
Oh fraulein come meet me in this brand
new world
At Indianola

When the are they called civil
Had barely begun me and my cousins
decided we'd run
Up through Louisiana to meet up
with the Grant
But 100 damn rebels shot us there
in the sand
At Indianola

They said up in New York the
stock market fell
And the life they was livin'
was shot all to hell
But we ain't seen nothin' no
different than dust
'Cept the wheels on the wagons
all covered in rust
At Indianola

When that scrape with ol' Hitler
Was over and done
I wondered if I had killed kin with my gun
We sat there in Paris in a little cafe
And as they toasted Truman I
drifted away
To Indianola

Well it's fifty years later and nobody cares
About some old city that ain't even there
Well, my sons moved to Houston and they
work in the Gulf
It's seven days on and seven days off and
I work for the doctor who bought
our old ranch
From First Quality Federal the
foreclosures branch
And he calls me hillbilly and
laughs at my hair
But a cancer will get him if anything's fair
And I'll take his ashes to throw
from my boat
'Cause across that ocean I'm going to float
To find me another Indianola


And some Slaid Cleaves

In the melting snows of Ontario where the wind'll make you shiver
'Twas the month of May up in Georgian Bay near the mouth of the Musquash River
Where the bears prowl and the coyotes howl and you can hear the osprey scream
Back in '99 we were cutting pine and sending it down the stream

Young Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay all the way from P.E.I.
Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough, no man's afraid to die
Sandy came a smilin', thirty thousand islands was the place to claim his glory
Now Sandy's gone but his name lives on - this is Sandy's story

Young Sandy Gray lives on today in the echoes of a mighty yell
Listen close and you'll hear a ghost in this story that I tell, boys
This story that I tell

Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd toss the trees onto the shore
They'd come and go 'til they'd built a floe 100,000 logs or more
And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn Sound to cut 'em 'up in the mills for timber
And ships would haul spring summer and fall 'til the ice came in December

One Sabbath Day big Sandy Gray came into camp with a peavey on his shoulder
With a thundercrack he dropped his axe and the room got a little bit colder
Said "Come on all you, we got work to do - we gotta give 'er all we can give 'er
There's a jam of logs at the little jog near the mouth of the Musquash River"

With no time to pray on the Lord's day, they were hoping for God's forgiveness
But the jam was high in a troubled sky and they set out about their business
They poked with poles and ran with the rolls and tried to stay on their feet
Every trick they tried, one man cried "This log jam's got us beat!"

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell.
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell, boys
Breakfast in Hell!"

Now every one of the men did the work of ten and Sandy scrambled up to the top
He was working like a dog heaving 30 foot logs and it looked like he'd never stop
They struggled on, these men so strong, 'til the jam began to sway
Then they dove for cover to the banks of the river, all except for Sandy Gray

Now with thoughts of death they held their breath as they saw their friend go down
They all knew in a second or two he'd be crushed or frozen or drowned
They saw him fall and they heard him call, just once and then it was over
Young Sandy Gray gave his life that day near the mouth of the Musquash River

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell, boys
Breakfast in Hell!"

East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room, there's no fences and no walls
And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost down by Sandy Gray Falls
Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze the echoes of a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell"

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell, boys
Breakfast in hell!"

[Fillmoe]

look at all the bay area cats.... MAD LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


atxrocker with jeru the damaja... SUN RISES IN THE EAST BITCH!


side note... whatever happened to that cat?

[cherylsteele]

The devil bowed his head, 'cause he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again,
"I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been!"

[cherylsteele]

As requested
The Charlie Daniels Band

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, "Boy let me tell ya what.
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play pretty good fiddle boy, but give the devil his due,
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My names Johnny, and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet - your gonna regret
'cause i'm the best that's ever been!"

Johnny rosin up your bow an' play your fiddle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia an' the devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiney fiddle made of gold,
but if you lose the devil gets your soul!

The devil opened up his case, and he said "I'll start this show,"
And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss,
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing like this:

[music]

When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
"But set right in that chair right there
and let me show you how it's done!"

(chorus)

Fire On The Mountain,
Run Boys Run!
Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun,
The Chicken in the Bread Pan Peckin' Out Dough,
Granny Does Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!

The devil bowed his head, 'cause he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again,
"I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been!

And he played

Fire On The Mountain, Run Boys Run!
Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun, The
Chicken in the Bread Pan Picken Out Dough,
Granny Will Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!

[ObiwanGinobili]

A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
And he walked away, but his smile, lemme tell you,
Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Now I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

[TheSanityAnnex]

The only commendable "country" song was Charlie Daniels.

[TheSanityAnnex]

Jurassic Five- Quality Control



You got beef now watch how I settle it
I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development
I'm eloquent
When it comes to digital display
I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray
Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5
Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale
With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style
Cause I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
Cause I be cookin
From here to Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good Times
When I rhyme
I hit the designated area
I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similack
My rhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples
I flip the real skills
I thought I told you once
I kick the lyrical windmills
And backspin Benedict
Strictly for my benefit
I step on toes when I flow don't get offended
Come and get with it
Comprehended when I kick it
I represent the real
From the beginning to the end of it

[cherylsteele]

The only commendable "country" song was Charlie Daniels.
I have heard some describe as "redneck rap". It has been covered by rap artists in the past....KMC Kru as "The Devil Came Up to Michigan" was released in 1991.

For those who are interested, here's the You-tube link:

Iit you-tube...charlie daniels (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIwHpJCzGMQ)
It is from The Midnight Special show...it is the best live version I have seen.

[leemajors]

Do you ever see that stuff that be
when it get cold that is that shit you can't see?
See that shit happens sometimes.
Yep, black ice.

Verse 1:

Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall
did catch that phone call most of y'all did admit
thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip
slipped fell on some black ice
did you think twice, homeslice come in he went
satisfied got bars can't shit
meetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man do-si-dos
too many coming close coz

Chorus:
Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Verse 2:

Circulate like a Sunday paper
capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks
good pick pay hard watch the hard turn sideways
pick the tale for real sale for the who lose cash
flesh keep your life for now
feeling good and warm with the rug tight
thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick
lips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna cut out
take the slack out some people black out
hibernating to a cave blackout

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

I been in it for the past few days
tighter than fades I know my plays now can I rap? can I adapt?
now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders
of those writing dreams
feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall
looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday
stayed away from the pyramid board game
broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame

sky high (x 10)

Verse 4: Big Boi

now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy
slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings
so quick flexing, you speaking sum' that's refreshing to the earlobes
pay for the room and still be in pimp mode
like icebergs, chryslers and buicks
some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it
abuse their priveliges now their whole village is shot to pieces
coz niggas been biting some stupid shit I mean at beaches
boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
seach boy, talking about your dough and punk like lurch boy
every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!

Verse 5: Dre

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum
it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains
to cocaine it a thing that rain
See summer roll around niggas all about change
then they steady move them keys like bob james
Coz old man winter's arrived
the temperature dives
November just died
December's alive
thus it ain't no typical ride
just individual way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone
making it our own taking me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of these no-nos
no you ain't solo, its cause lower levels you can go
take sun people put them in the snow

[leemajors]

well I live with snakes and lizards
and other things that go bump in the night
cos to me everyday is halloween
I have given up hiding and started to fight
I have started to fight

well any time, any place, anywhere that I go
all the people seem to stop and stare
they say 'why are you dressed like it's halloween?
you look so absurd, you look so obscene!'

o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
it's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world

well I let their teeny minds think
that they're dealing with someone who is over the brink
and I dress this way just to keep them at bay
cos halloween is everyday
it's everyday

o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
it's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world

o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should i take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
I'm not the one that's so absurd

why hide it?
why fight it?
hurt feelings
best to stop feeling hurt
from denials, reprisals
it's the same it's the same in the whole wide world

[resistanze]

Lyricals Swords

[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means, an equal value
Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you
To strike first, so precautions must be taken
And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking
It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
And every line or word, is badly placed
Even dealing with the narrow window of time
My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln
Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston

[Ras Kass]
Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker
Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker
Five niggaz licked, on the Internet jacked her
Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of a black Acura
Homies is gat packers, rat packer
Fly nigga, I'm the venomous stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after rainbow, press the laughter
And y'all niggaz is the worst, like fat chicks with little tits
If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters,
College kids and ex-felons feel us
I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords
The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More
Cuz more money, more murder, and more spit to serve

[TheSanityAnnex]

Outkast- ATliens

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

[leemajors]

Mainstream off ATLiens:

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

[resistanze]

Keeping the Outkast theme going...Da Art of Storytellin' (Part 2)

[Andre Benjamin]
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done

[Big Boi]
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though
Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION *echoes*

[Fillmoe]

[Andre Benjamin]
Who said good folks is not supposed to die
The same {nigga} that said {niggaz} is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I'm sure they got a cure for A.I.D.S. but yet it's classified
You wonder why I spit the truth and not to make no dough
To make a difference fo' this {motherfucker} up and blow
in pieces, I could think of many reasons
Only when {shit} is goin bad you want to holla Jesus
I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleedin
From crawling , got these {niggaz} thinkin they really ballin
when they isn't, don't take my word, there's {niggaz} off in prison
that will tell you, that's locked up for long time and won't sell you
no flex, so congregation will turn you text,
To the book of OutKast, chapter two, verse one
The first one that feel me, jump up and make a joyful noise
You'se OutKasted; meanin, you now have a choice like that

[Fillmoe]

Verse Three: Scarface

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin I'm in service
Prayin for forgiveness
And tryin to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me





[Bushwick Bill]
Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another bitch?)
Fuck nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
Fuck laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
Nigga fuck Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherfucker with the big dick swangin
Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues
Geto Boys in this bitch still bangin
And ain't shit changin (uh-uh) ain't shit changin
Don't like faggots, hate politicians
Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen
So I, send the whole world a fuck you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, fuck you hoe! (Aww nah!)

[leemajors]

[Andre Benjamin]
Who said good folks is not supposed to die
The same {nigga} that said {niggaz} is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I'm sure they got a cure for A.I.D.S. but yet it's classified
You wonder why I spit the truth and not to make no dough
To make a difference fo' this {motherfucker} up and blow
in pieces, I could think of many reasons
Only when {shit} is goin bad you want to holla Jesus
I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleedin
From crawling , got these {niggaz} thinkin they really ballin
when they isn't, don't take my word, there's {niggaz} off in prison
that will tell you, that's locked up for long time and won't sell you
no flex, so congregation will turn you text,
To the book of OutKast, chapter two, verse one
The first one that feel me, jump up and make a joyful noise
You'se OutKasted; meanin, you now have a choice like that
one of my fave things about art of storytelling part 2 is how in due time is sampled in it... Who said good folks is not supposed to die

[Fillmoe]

lee majors i got a mixtape you are gonna love by dj jamad and floyd the locsmif...... its called outskirst the unofficial outkast remixes..... if you dont already have it let me know ill upload it for you....

[TPMVP]

A couple:

And I went down to my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a seven eleven
I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of
I looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back

and....

Well, I'm goin' to a place where the tough guys go
and come out even tougher.
A place where a man don't show his feelings,
A place where a man don't cry.
Well they say I'm being punished
And they say I can be reformed
But some day I'll return.
Did they really think that
this time it would work.
You knew all along it wouldn't

[baseline bum]

Switch to southpaw,
split ya right jaw
cause I don't like y'all.
I'm hyper nightfall.
Smooth when I move like an army.
Bullet-proof down in case brothers try to harm me.
Puttin brothers to rest like Elliott Ness
Cause I don't like stress.
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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNBjKWV65Qc

[TheSanityAnnex]

Kardinall Offishall- Man By Choice

(very powerful song)




When the revolution comes I got a finger on the trigga
I was born a regular man of the Earth
With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
Stereotype of my type is a felon
My people cause static cause automatically now a days we fire automatics
Grammatically adequate my people come equipped
With enough lyrics to move battleships
Blood brother ever since the slave ships
It doesn't matter who I am when I walk by
They still see me as a nigga whine I walk by
That's O.K. - this nigga will play the role and come again and take back the Earth another day

[Trainwreck2100]

"I love you like a fat kid loves cake"

[Marklar MM]

Love your cat
Love this house
Well I can’t believe myself
That I'm lovin' getting out
Love talkin'
Love fightin'
The thought of never seeing your lovin’ face
Some words that some words just have to replace

Love you
Love this town
Yeah, I’m sick and lovin' tired of all your lovin' around
There’s only one four-letter word that’ll do
Love you

[Jimcs50]

This one by Bob Dylan,(Positively 4th Street) I think is the best lyric to describe an ex(wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, husband)who really fucked you over. I always thought it to be one of the best lyrics in music, because it really puts his ex wife in her place.

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you :lol


Dave Mathews' Crash has one of my favorite lyrics as well:

Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream... In a boys dream


Dire Straits-

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But not all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

[Flea]

:tu Jim

[TheSanityAnnex]

Andre Nickatina- My Rap World

My Vocabularies vary, its so exclusionary
You'll find my baby pictures in modern dictionaries
Next to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionaries
And sexy freaks eating strawberries
I represent my mind in the 415 dime
Tryin' to stop my rhyme is like tryin' to stop crime
I float like an eagle that soars through the sky
And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise

[resistanze]

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely
Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty
See the problem's that, you way too nice please
Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be
Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted
When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
You got one turn, I suggest you show
me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
When I was born, I know I make the world darker
The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya
Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right
Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight?
Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps
to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts

[atxrocker]

B.I.G-- thats tha fukin hit...

[TheSanityAnnex]

Pharcyde

It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
heavy as boulders but I told ya
till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
ya and that's all I showed ya
and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me
cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from
entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...
But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'..

[TheSanityAnnex]

Pharoah Monch- No Mercy

This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies
Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
to fuck wit the likes of I and my tenacity?
This is, what you, get when, you fuck,
with the, likes of, the magnanimous flows
of total assholes and ignoramuses
M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers
Amateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters we show no mercy.

[TheSanityAnnex]

Tonedeff- Love Ain't

Love ain't for the faint of heart
Start Training, this game is hard
And arduous
You're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park
You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars
enabling your partly clouded logic
To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates, now
You're working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus
And you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence
If nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sense
Then, do you really regret when you've shredded your promise

[resistanze]

Pharoah Monch- No Mercy

This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies
Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
to fuck wit the likes of I and my tenacity?
This is, what you, get when, you fuck,
with the, likes of, the magnanimous flows
of total assholes and ignoramuses
M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers
Amateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters we show no mercy.
That's my shit right there. :tu

[Fillmoe]

the illest cat to ever touch a mic




[Rakim]
Planet, Earth, was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets goin, the goin gets rough
When I start flowin, the mic might bust
The next state I shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Lookin over the edge but the R never fell
A trip to slip cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothin to lean on
Going for self with a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (ghetto)

[Rakim]
I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin how hard it was to be born
Me bein cream with no physical form
Millions of cells with one destination
to reach the best part as life's creation
Nine months later, a job well done
Make way, cause here I come
Since I made it this far I can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know-how
To be, all I can be and more
And see, all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I study, my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rappin to me
Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, they strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in, cause I'm the Asian
Reachin for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti, then I seen a
mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after
I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I thought and I just brought the people
Under the dark skies, on a dark side
Not only there, but right here's an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (ghetto)
Even the (ghetto)

[Rakim]
No more props, I want property, in every borough
Nobody's stoppin me, because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
Double-oh-seven is back and relaxin
On point and reactin, and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito, and takin it easy (ghetto)
Quiet as kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro and play the background
Hopin the whack rapper put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go 'head and slam it
Cause when it's time to build I'm a mechanic
of bondin and mendin, attachin and blendin
So many solos, there is no endin
People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played c-lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go, "We know"
So I collect my cash then slide
I've got my back, my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (ghetto)
I'm from the (ghetto)
Worrrd up
Peace

[Fillmoe]

DPZ!!!

[stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real
Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?
A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it...

[Fillmoe]

I refuse to be a stereotype in your box
Never want to try to be somethin I'm not
I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it
Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up
DP's givin a fuck
RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks
Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up
All my comrades puttin in soldier work
We rollin dirty wit it
Fully dedicated
So real that the radio will never play it
But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it
Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it
That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video
Really do, we really got beef with the popo
Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold
This is for you new niggaz holdin for the radio

Chorus:
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull shit
(repeat 3X)

[Kori Ellis]

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

[Marklar MM]

Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico.

[leemajors]

"Got My Mind Made Up"
(feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

[Verse One: Daz]

You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

[Verse Two: Tupac]

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

[Chorus: Method Man]

I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride... tonight's tha night

[Verse Three: Kurupt]

Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

[Verse Four: Method Man]

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Verse Five: Redman]

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)
West, list this, this, this...

[resistanze]

Vakill

I granted my neighborhood immunity
During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities
Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em
through the window of opportunity
Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession
We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession
Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum
So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum
So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all (?)
My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same
manner, one prick and it's all over
And you can lick the gun clips
But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits
None spit, with my ferocity
I over shadow passion
take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields

[Fillmoe]

^ illest out of CHI CITY!

[degenerate_gambler]

"...I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die."

[mrsmaalox]

"The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing"

[resistanze]

^ illest out of CHI CITY!
Him & Ras Kass = long lost brothers:lol

My fav verse by X

[DMX]
Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution
Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin', FUCK whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin'
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin' on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[Sheek] What's that?
Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets
cause like I said before ain't nothin' goin down until I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches
Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches
And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin' with snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
that come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin' shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty
GET IT

[duncan228]

"Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied 'til he rules everything."

[Marklar MM]

we like it loud, we like it honky,
the party wont be revvin til we crank it to eleven
get it rockin, our boots are knockin
we're gonna say it proud, we like our country and we like it loud

[Marklar MM]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

[jaespur21]

IT Mustve Been Your tiny Dance that made me laugh out loud...
RHCP

[leemajors]

all of dog shit:

She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch!
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White ones cut my toupee!
Seventh day rester, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

[Ol Dirty sings again]
Hoeeeeee!
Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz
De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes
Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers!

[RZA] Let that bitch go!

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
Hoeeeeee!

[Method] Stankin ass hoes!

You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit
Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
*SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
in the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means hoe, you been shit-ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

[crazy drunken ass ODB singin again]

Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Hoe, ohhaowwohh!
Hoeeeee, de heyyyy
(This is dedicated to all y'all bitches)
De, haaaahhhh
Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Ahahaahaaah

Fuck y'all

[leemajors]

and who can forget nirvana's moist vagina:


uhhhh...
She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference
I've been sucking the walls of her anus
analingus

I prefer her to any other

Marijuana(x3)

She had a moist vagina
I preferred her to any other

Marijuana(x11)

uhhhh...

[Lebowski Brickowski]

Zach De La Rocha!

The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists
And march around
Just dont take what you need
Ill jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or Ill drag you to your grave
Im deep inside your children
Theyll betray you in my name

[atxrocker]

boogiemonsters

I'm obsessed with her, I'm at best with her
Thickness surrounds me I'm blessed by her
See I'm fallin' so deep deep for she be infatuation
By the many many styles of she
I wish I could undress her I wish I could caress her
Like she does my soul but I am so much lesser
She's always there for me when I need her like my moms
Relaxin' all my drama I come into her arms
It's unique that very few people understand
How whe came into my life and made me into man
Many thresholds of negative stress stand in my way
But when I'm weary she comes down form heaven slay
If you was in the physical you would be the best
With lips and eyes and hips and thighs and breasts
I'd put you in uh to much to take at a time
I'd push you from my mind I put you in a rhyme
So everyone could get a little taste of your sweetness
Too much passion for self delf mission is in completeness
I treat this as my first and last only love
My chocolate compation decendant from above
In and out I glide and slide losing the rhythm
God sent you here for me so this can't be forbidden
But you are be on me and I think I gotta get over she
Because what do you do when your baby doll is sound
You can freak the tracks but you can't settle down
The world brings me pain
But she'll take that pain and use it
She's underwater I guess women just can't love me like
Muzik sweet muzik

[Fillmoe]

Artist: Mase f/ Black Rob, DMX, The Lox, Puff Daddy
Album: Harlem World
Song: 24 Hours To Live


[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what


You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter

1 - If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

[Sheek]
What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

[B][Styles]
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds

[DMX]
Twenty four left until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame

Repeat 1 until fade


2 of my favorite verses

[resistanze]

Genius/GZA - Labels

TOMMY ain't my motherfuckin' BOY
When he fake moves on a nigga you employ
Well I'll EMIRGE off ya set, now ya know God damn
I show LIVIN LARGE niggaz how to flip a DEF JAM
And RUFF up the motherfuckin' HOUSE
Cause I smother you COLD CHILLIN' mother fuckers are still WARNER BROTHERS
I'm RUTHLESS my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is JIVE, an old SLEEPING BAG/PROFILE
This soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a TUFF CITY
Niggas be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know their mics are formed at VIRGIN
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a MERCURY
The CAPITOL of this rugged slang, is WU-TANG
Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game
I DEATH ROW an MC with mic cables
The EPIC is at a RUSH ASSOCIATED LABELS
From EASTWEST to ATCO, I bring it to a NEXT PLATEAU
But I keep it phat though
Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the WILD PITCH style
I even show an UPTOWN/MCA style
Who thought he saw me on 4TH & BROADWAY
But I was out on the ISLAND, bombing MC's all day
My PRIORITY is that I'm FIRST PRIORITY
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the abbot and the master
Breakin' down your PENDULUM
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
a-ppendix, I'm holdin more more weight than COLUMBIA
Index INTERSCOPE, we RCA. clan
That's comin' with a plan to free a
slave of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the ATLANTIC
Now who's the BAD BOY character, not from ARISTA
But firin' weapons released on GEFFEN
So duck as I struck with the soul of MOTOWN
While CENTRAL BROADCASTING SYSTEMS are slowed down
You're Dirty, like that Bastard
It's gettin drastic

[Fillmoe]

ra the rugged man - LESSONS


THE WHOLE FUCKING TRACK!

[TheSanityAnnex]

GZA- Queen's Gambit (nfl)

[GZA]
She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS
An A-list actress, who was never walked off sets
She loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS
Was a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peers
A PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The Waltons
A former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHIN
When I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALS
Drove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangled
Had basic skills, and worked part time in mills
Raised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLS
Had a man who always roared like LION
A domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her crying
Couldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depression
She was in the air, and there was some room for interceptions
I told her to stay strong, not to be ashamed
You're a "ten-i-see", you just need to TITAN your game
Her ancestors were CHIEFS, who ran with running deer
On the sail with the SEAHAWKS, who battled the BUCCANEERS
The REDSKIN garments, was suede coat liners
Held rare coins, frequently sought from gold miners
They were hard working warriors, we call over timers
Shot plenty arrows at COWBOYS and 49ERS
Her interesting background, but quite unusual
A great force grip, but out of bounds for a musical
She told me to call her, if I came to town
I started TEXAN her, soon as my plane had touchdown
Holding my luggage, in the hand that revealed the bad scars
She pulled up at arrivals, driving the JAGUAR
Her BROWN skin was soft, her legs beautifully shaven
Her house was fly, sitting on the roof, was a RAVEN
As we entered, I heard laughter
She walked into a large living room, I went after her
There was two of her, girlfriends, playing chess like they were VIKINGS
Militant as PANTHERS, they're resemblance was striking
Had on thongs, high heels, and belts that was garter
Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER
I introduced myself to gain yardage
Cuz anything less then smooth, would of been straight up garbage
The shorter one met me, when I had a sky pager
Thought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERS
She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season
One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing
I knew that I was gonna get, wined and dined
It would of been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage line
Now I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-off
One removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick all
She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet
Dying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmet
And I was thinking these girls was SAINTS
But it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paint
Before you know it, I had all three in a huddle
Buckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddles
They spread EAGLES like wide receivers
As I RAM them in the endzone, and they became true believer

[BigZak]

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through

[thispego]

Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you

[resistanze]

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+ expansion
Willis +Reid+s a map that marks the spot showin
On his left George +Burns+ a blunt William's holdin
+Tyra Banked+ the money that +Chaka Khaned+ him for
+Alicia Keyed+ his car for givin +Melba 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
+Don 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 ryhme, the juice spilled 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 +Eartha's Kitt+
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
Then +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+

[atxrocker]

living legends

I heard that good things come to those who wait

But I hate lackin' ass dead time like a line with no bait

And I be sittin' at the dock of the Bay fiendin' for mics

Dreamin' of nights where wishes come true

And the bitches come through

With new Nikes are worn and warm meals are served with ANY form of MC

Who had the bit of nerve but I observe that's not the case

At every time and place

I ask the future for the answer to the question that I face

I had a place called contentment but the rent was too high

Got evicted from that shit now I'm bent through the sky

I spy

My patents like the enemy (enemy)

It's like a nation that pretends to be down until you turn around

I yearn for sounds of bliss so risk you can't ignore them

Anymore men who listen

The smoother my mission flows

Addiction grows like seeds as my need to achieve (feed me)

I take a rest after the leave (leave)


Now 99 these motherfuckers out now don't know shit about sellin' they own tape

But give these niggas a deal they bad as Superman without the cape

Wait

When the album don't get bought and the label drop your ass

"Drop"- Beastie Boys

You find out you wasn't as fly as you thought

Caught ground zero another hometown hero turn has been

While me and my crew just look at your ass then laugh then

Throw your tape out the window on the freeway

We finish the night countin' our money from sellin' tapes the G way

And that's tax free

Now if you ask me

All you signed motherfuckers need to attend underground college

And under me attain the knowledge on how to properly MC

I'm watchin' Rap City, MTV waitin' for someone to ring the gong

Yeah that video is hella fresh but it ain't got shit to do with your song

Now all these crews will never know the meaning of payin' dues

But claimin' they mastered the lessons

But then they holdin' a drink and a mic in the other hand

Become the meaning of stage presence

And backstage can't protect you from the rage of this teenage wonder

Make you state your name break and serial number

Before I put you under

And add another stripe to the cult

See I sniped you through the throat will full metal jacket tactics

Cultivated on the streets of mid city LA

Where niggas don't play that

You said that on the album you better live it

Or give that shit a rest

I'm tired of you motherfuckers not gettin' put to the test

And I'm not believing' that you sockin' niggas in the face just for breathing

Deceiving' the blind throwin' out swine

To all these starvin' mind

And you'll find none in which you can compare me

Cause I ain't done shit unless it's Legendary

Bitch

[duncan228]

Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you

:toast

[Cleveland Steamer]

When the teacher pops a test
I know I'm in mess
And my dog ate all homework last night

Riding low in my chair
She won't know that I'm there
If I hand it tomorrow it'll be alright

[Cleveland Steamer]

The only commendable "country" song was Charlie Daniels.
Stick to copying and pasting rap lyrics.

[TheSanityAnnex]

Stick to copying and pasting rap lyrics.I know all the verses I've posted line for line.http://spurstalk.com/forums/images/smilies/smiafro.gif

[katyon6th]

"God made man but a monkey applied the glue."

[johnpaulwall21]

BIG
Warning

Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
you school be bout some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...

(VERSE 2)
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the inner dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the....??
so I can rip through the intricate
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you motherfuckers betta duck
I leave stains on blood of what remains
Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
see 4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
Start runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........

i liked the whole song, not really a verse.

[atxrocker]

that song used to be my SHIT. shit was the bomb. good ol' days take me back...

[Fillmoe]

yup warning was the shit!