Favorite hip-hop lyrics?

[baseline bum]

From Clan in Da Front by Wu-Tang (GZA)

The response while I bomb that ass,
"You ain't !"
Your wack-ass town had you gassed.
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush.
Souped up z on a stage get rushed.
I don't give a god damn, all the shows you did,
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid.
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know.
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow.
You become so pat as my style increases.
What's that in your pants? Ahhh a human feces!
Throw your ty drawers in the hamper.
Next time come strapped with a ing Pamper.

[SA Gunslinger]

I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad motha a with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And s laugh, til' tha first motha a got blasted.
I put the in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bas in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin' lost on the five-o, them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar "one-time" when I say so.
Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.
Narcs on a 's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny s die?
Tell Mama don't cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young G.

[SA Gunslinger]

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

pull the trigger kill a he's a hero

[atlfan25]

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

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

[SA Gunslinger]

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

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

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

[Splash Splash ..]

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

Hey yo yella boy, let's rewind it!

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

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

[atlfan25]

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

[atlfan25]

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

[SA Gunslinger]

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

[baseline bum]

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

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

* - * - * - * - *

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

* - * - * - * - *

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

[leemajors]

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

Chorus:

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


Verse 2:

They swan divin'
fit they name be thrashing an album
go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
be rhymin' catching the day when the recipe calls for black and
wrong ingredients,
maybe too much herbs and es,
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 s 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 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 s oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery
you know the history about this clique
oh, what, you want me to call you ?
then why you ing 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 mother ing swordfish

[baseline bum]

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

[leemajors]

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

[leemajors]

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

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

Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift

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

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

Verse Three: J-Ro

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

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

[leemajors]

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

[leemajors]

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

Featuring Ol Dirty Bas ]
[Tash] What's yo' name?
What's yo' naaaaaame?
[ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bas ... and I'ma Alkaholik
[Tash] Yeah me too
[ODB] *singin some crazy *
[Tash]
You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin z puzzled like I said my 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
Mother ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
[Ol Dirty Bas ]
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This poutin, this hoe was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a 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 , youse a shrimp, a full line of
my ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin all that mother in water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
z be creepin up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your in asses
Try to chip on up, get these nuts
Mother er 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 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 mother in hoe
or in your butthole/earhole
Whever the 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 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 mother ers 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 ers...
[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 is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo...
[Tash]
See this the type of z 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
z 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 mother in 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, z think you wanna do?
(repeat 2X

[baseline bum]

A couple from the greatest rapper of all-time:

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

* - * - * - *

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

[leemajors]

A couple from the greatest rapper of all-time:

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

* - * - * - *

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

rakim is the master. paid in full is still a ing great album, does not sound dated in the least.

[leemajors]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Marklar MM]

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

[PakiDan]

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

- CC Deville

[DirkAB]

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

-GiG

[jman3000]

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

[E20]

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

[Pistons < Spurs]

Here's some of my fav's


Too $hort

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

___________________________

Geto Boys

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

______________________________

Run D M C

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

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

_______________________________

2 Live Crew

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

______________________________


Paris

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

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AMG

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

betta have my money

__________________________________

BizMarkie

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

________________________________________
Tribe Called Quest

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

_______________________________

Ice Cube

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

__________________________________________

EPMD

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

______________________________________

E-40

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

_____________________________________

Seagram

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

______________________________

Kurtis Blow

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

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

[baseline bum]

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

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