Domingo 25 Abr 2010, 4h:14
there's a lot of songs and artists I named here…I suggest you use Ctrl-f Still editing…I often realize verses I like, if the track is spit by 1 artist, comes from songs that only take 2 verses…i mean, that's all it takes if they're solid-solid tracks
I would put more jay-z lyrics up here, but the truth is, after "in my lifetime vol 3," he started biting off nelly (99 problems), big l (kingdom come), biggie (too many), nas (2-3 songs), eminem (success)..everyone who was successful…listen to swagger jacker if you haven't already http://epicfoxx.com/post/394915982/fakinjaxjayz
I'm Comin Through Y'all, With The Glock Buckin
ya Whole Block Duckin
every Bitch That I'm Fuckin
With Now Is Cock Suckin
it's Like I'm Allergic To Not Fuckin
ya Niggaz Is Faggots Like Rock Hudson
And Boy George, i Destroy Broads With One Verse
nigga We Could Knuckle Up Or We Could Let The Guns Burst
L Is The Type, To Murder Your Son First
To Get My Point Across
since Y'all Wanna Chit Or Chat With The Powers
y'all Might As Well Join The Force
where I'm From Believe Me, Snitches Get Killed
niggaz Be Hustlin Daily Tryna Fuck More Bitches Than Wilt
takin Pitchers In Silk
Gated It Up
passport: Dated Up
Hair Braided Up
i Fucked Ya Bitch But I Ain't Rape The Slut
She Gave It Up
i Runnin With Wop, You Runnin Wit Me, We Runnin Together
we Get Drunk And Blunted Together
but Don't Front, The Guns Is Under The Leather
ready To Ill
Ready To Kill
Ready To Peel
steppin To Corle' You Better Be Real
cuz None Of My Niggaz Be Lettin Me Chill
my Crew Be Deliverin Hot Lead
when Gats Are Clenched Rappers I Clap And Lynch
nobody Can Fuck With The Way I Be Killin Up Shit In Rap Events
it's Like, Soon As I Pick Up A Mic And Start Flowin The People Yell
i'm Rugged As Hell
brothers Can Tell
That None Of Y'all Niggaz Is Fuckin With L
when I'm That Nigga Ya Ex-Pect
To Catch Wreck
On Any Cassette Deck
i'm So Ahead Of My Time My Parents Haven't Met Yet
big l doo wop doo wop my niggaz doo wop #5
Uh, one thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain
I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back the beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1,2,
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls
If we don't get them
They gonna 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
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all y'all records sound the same
I 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
dead prez m-1 stic.man hip hop
Vice behind me on the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirators,
Who wanna try me, but
ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child of the eighties
y'all niggas is lazy,
Complain about labor pains, nigga show me the baby,
And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
+Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles+
Yeah, I learnt my lessons
and heard y'all snitchin',
Witnessin' you rockin with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em,
I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it,
And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
And still I don't abort 'em when and if they sink quick,
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live
nas why you hate the game
Introducin' phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From efficient
and these leathers showboatin with Rugars
Flash vines Belafonte vigga
Lets get for what it's worth
As we confiscate your figgas
Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get
Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood
Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues
I play the deef (What?!)
Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!)
For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!)
The boss of Vegas substitutes when the Dutch is gone
The Lo don't stop give me shouts
Its the season sauters
Souflers for swervin no corners
We magnets to moolah
Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets
No smilin were slidin
That gets you caught up in the octa
Or deaded for movin
Its just like that as we proceed
Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah
A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah
The chain gang keep your ears out for our years
Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise
Chorus: repeat 2X
This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!)
The cheeky vines
The sugar dimes
Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?!)
This is it (What?!)
(What?! What?!)
Verse Two:
For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa
Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down
We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface
Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9
And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweet
On your orifachiny in London
Relaxation in Bora Bora
Got notion to bring it… sing it
Love up in my function
Stonin… robbin
We hiestin merchandise and gunnin
Love it… leave it
But bless the war chief or his bison
Get it… got it
The Lo will forever be nicin
Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines
This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack
Then what we do after we sip the Armaretta
We start the Harlem River quiver
Dig it sweet daddy
Sharpen the crimson blade
High sierra seranade
Anatomy for seduction be this here
Jealousy…
Enter the place with grace
Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds
It pours.. everything seems better
Or flats with love we move
Only in the mist
Its Lo its life
And we can't get enough of this
camp lo luchini (this is it) luchini
Yo, from the first to the last of it
delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it
vocab
and not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with
accurate assassin shit
Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth
After this
you be pressing rewind on top your master disk
Shining like an asterisk
for all those that be gatherin
Connectin like a roundhouse
from the townhouse
to the tenements
Cause all my Brooklyn residents
don't know heavy regiments
Don't believe? here the evidence
where Brooklyn, See that?
Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin tree at
to where the police be at
Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at
Brooklyn New York City
where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
what a pity
blunts is still fifty cents
it's intense
Tree scents
is dominant can't be covered with incense
My presence
felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception
Let me meditate
set it straight
came to the conclusion that most of these cats is featherweight
let me demonstrate
Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body
You must know karate
or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade
Stop actin like a bitch already
be a visionary
And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary
Third GRADE teacher readin and talkin about,
"I knew he'd amount to nothin"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin?"
Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA
get carted away
with body parts and treys
what a way to start your day
Yo it's like
Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli
One two three
Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, Y, O
I said one two three
It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac and Biggie
Too much violence in hip-hop, Y, O
I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!)
Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!)
So relax
we're takin it back
Redhook where we're livin at
Plenty cats be strugglin
not hustlin
and bubblin
It ain't about production and
what else we discussin?
When the cock crows
my crop grows
enable me to rock flows
Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
COLOSSAL
true original b-boy apostle
Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo
You think you the shit
somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
or some random kid
you smoked buddha with
Consider me the entity
within the industry
without a history
of spittin the epitome
of stupidity
livin my life
expressin my liberty
it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty
People follow me
and other cats they hear him flow
And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano
Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto
Three hundred and sixty milliliters
for all our believers
In miles or kilometers
most cats, cannot proceed us
in the jungle with the leaders
we the lions you the +cheaters+
A cypher, will complete us
if we come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us
and then take us home and read us
(line for line) Good Jesus
Mos Def and Kweli just
make a pussy freeze up
thinkin we will ease up
Mos def talib kweli black star definition
real g's move in silence like lasagna …yeah, the G in lasagna is silent…well played, lil wayne
You lack the minerals and vitamins
irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend
rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
bout foul talk
you sqwak
never even walked
the walk
More less destined
to get tested
never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand never word of mouth
What's in the future
for the fusion
in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
who will use wits to be a remainder?
When the missile is aimed
to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and
some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur
crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
a image
to me this is, just a scrimmage
I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
"Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick
(from the song _Hey Young World_)
Speakin in tongues
about what you did but you never done it
Admit it
you bit it
cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It's the same old
same old
just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed
or vexed
So why you puhsin it?
Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's
drama
that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo
slow your roll
give a good to go
Guys be lackin
in this thing called rappin
just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principal of it, I get a rush
when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual
non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
I'm here to make a difference
besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin
rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
O.C. Time's up
I don't write verses
I write controverses
Harder than controllin Anthony Anderson's sexual urges
You nervous
at my foul ability to smile while
Killin off ya family child by child
Mutual respect it's wild
cats like KRS in Miami
Music's my apprentice Donald Trump couldn't fire me
Any sticky drama beef physically imma strike back
Vin Diesel
was like "Chino
nigga how'd ya arms get like that?"
I sit back simplify the style (monumental)
Cuz niggaz keep missing the point like a broken pencil
Street education
I slip it in like white boys who think they down
Threw the word nigga inside their conversation
Back of cryogenic hibernation
The lyrical Benicio Del Toro up for ya oscar consideration
Not a adjulation they show my battle raps
on cinemax
To open ya eyes I drive a cadillac
through ya cataracts
Some raw like Puerto Rican birth control after sippin rum
Got 99 problems but a verse ain't one
Since 14 been in the street of my own
Don't cry for me like Evita Peron
Find my mind iller than Nina Simone
Backpedalin like Sly Stallone
on a 10 speed
Smokin weed
in a world where everybody's against me
See I'm more than famous
The public school system plans class trips to my projects to watch me twist the language
I'm dangerous as swarms of locusts
wanted with niggaz that's broke as
Handcuffin soldiers
that sold for some dotal emotions
I notice ya cd for 99 cent what
Blank cds a dollar fifty you make more from shut the fuck up
chino xl i Wish u would
From the land of the trill
where the vanity's real
And yo man'll
be peeled
or at least branded
God-dammit
we ill
More horror
than "Amityville"
no sorrow
hand me the steel
Your tomorrow
I can't even feel
oughta
be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while
but still we stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file
standin on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile
this ain't bout shoppin and style
This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black
and the 'Lac
swingers clap
and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked
for your packs
paper stacks
and you'll crack-back
yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya
from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun that'll never fail ya
ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya
Bun B - Rep Yo City w/ Lil' Jon
In the beginning there was none
other than the original people, skin blackened from the sun
But somewhere along the line
I broke the laws of the divine
And a curse was placed on this soul of mine
Pale became the color of my face
Feelin out of place
amongst the people of my race
Filled with hate
I moved to a colder climate
Intercourse with animals and raw flesh was ate
Filth and disease
sub zero degrees
With satan's blood in my veins didn't freeze
This hatred that I have for you, it runs deeper than your skin
I hate the one that put me in this position that I'm in
Until
I realize the powers of evil
Anything I have to do I will
still kill
and destroy
Went home to Africa looking for slaves to employ
Blue eyes
lies
and a smile was my only decoy
Snatch you up from your Roots
What good is a spear when I have this new invention that shoots?
Brought you here then deceived you
I changed
and rearranged
everything that you have ever believed true
My soul is cold as ice is
I sold you for prices
You were hung from trees for sacrifices
But through the blood sweat tears and pain
God's spirit in ya'll still remained
Which is actually more than I got
But I have a mansion and a yacht
The plot
is makin you think that it's about what its not
With precision
I tell you lies through television
Distort your religion
wrap you up in materialism
How could you kill your own?
Don't you see?
you're learning to act just like me
But be more aware
that the truth is there
I tell you all the time but you niggas don't dare
But not all of you
there a few
that get into themselves
and books on shelves
and learn something new
and once they know
they become so powerful
but many don't have the means nor the inspiration to go
To school and I know they hate it
But you can't get a decent job unless you're properly educated
But educated about what?
It seems to me that thus far
you've only learned about who we are?
Isn't that funny?
You'll give a school all your money
For what you think you need but it's never guaranteed
The misled mislead
you
Your faith has been broken
provoking
you to do whatever will feed you
Well i'll front you some cooked cocaine, in plain plastic sacks
to sell to your fellow blacks
And while the foundation of your people cracks
You tried to resist
But I wont stop until you niggas don't exist
You niggas strong though, I'll give you that
But you must stupid be as hell to be that strong and still be where you at
And you still don't have a clue
I am who I am because of niggas like you
Cee-Lo Cee-lo on the Wake Up Show http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf-czOxQVKE
see how I sit in dark, in journals take my thoughts and I write 'em
so even when a nigga dead, even your kids would recite 'em
be the type of shit to be having the government shooken
and now they be putting verses from rappers in history books and
I'm saying, it's funny, you know shit's amazing to see it, my niggas
now the children condition to be just like me and my niggaz
it's crazy how the streets will certify
fortify
niggaz
and how the shit I spit immortalize niggaz
and then I shit and floss with the bitches and lavish in best silk
blood a trace of sippin virgin mary breastmilk
watch me blanket the steet and we cover shit like bed quilts
today's generation, a nigga just waiting on the best built
hot +dodger+
til i can +charge+
I go harder
for motherfuckers
glocker
sparker
til I become a martyr
for motherfuckers
while we alive, why you wonder we cause this commotion?
because we touch the soul of the street and we fuck with emotions
we make niggas hit the street and have fun
we make people just wanna spaz and go rob some nigga bussing their guns
you with the shit? now you writing your suicidal raps
fronting like you're the champ
fighting to get your title back
but mami, that
this could even cause a homicidal act
and if you blaming the music then watch me wipe the title track
continuously blaze the street while I be bussing you head
while I rep the god that will be blessing the dead
c'mon
Busta Rhymes Gunz on my side
The Y2K is a brand new +era+
I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra
I wonder how long I'll be in this biz
Cuz it's not all +cheer+ like you think it is
There's a whole lot to +gain+ but a lot to lose
Just ask any rapper who paid dues
Everybody now and then bound to struggle
I just grab my wife and we lay and +snuggle+
We talk about the +ivory+ coast how one day
We gonna sail on the +tide+ and get +whisk+ed away
Look up at the stars til the crack of +dawn+
Hold up I never leave your side for long
But for now I keep on making you +bounce+
And make +sure+ something in my checking accounts
Grab my cell phone and then start to +dial+
Take a look at my life and start to smile
It's funny how the game make you change your tone
Cuz the +joy+ of my life is the microphone
- masta ace "soda and soap"
I wish I was a lil bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looks good, I would call her
I wish I could pull a rabbit out a hat
with a bat
in a 6-4 impala
- Skee-LO "I Wish"
80 degrees
when I tell a bitch, please
get off these N.U.T.S.
cause you get none of deez
- "Snoop Dogg" Gin & Juice snoop snoop doggy dogg
Don’t lift weights
shoot 38’s
Load the clip pull the truck up
I been through it
Sittin in the block in that tan Buick
KRS in the speakers equivalent to Nas's Ether
And watch a Martin Scorsese flick
I’m from the old school, these new school niggaz bore me
Aint got shit for me
Shoulda been influenced by Calvin Broadus, Nasir Jones, and Sean Corey
- Game "pain in my life (remix)" w/Saigon
I'm a block away from hell
not enough shots for straight shells
an ounce away from a triple beam, still using a hand held weight scale
you laughin', you know the place well
where the liquor store and the base dwell
and government? fuck government! we politic ourselves
where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
and life expectancy so low, we making our wills at 18
where how you get rid of guys
who step out of line, your rep solidifies
so tell me, when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
- Jay-Z "Where I'm From"
Driven by my ambitions
desire higher positions
So I proceed
to make Gs
eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation
of today's generation
If could make 'em listen
- 2Pac "Unconditional Love"
I'm just statin' the obvious
About to get greater
Hit the Peja (pager)
Like I play with Stojakovic
Ballin', kinda like the Lakers
If you're a traitor (trader)
Like Shaq, then see ya later
Charles Hamilton "Brooklyn Girls"
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well
From Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you are the next American leader
Cause it's trendy to be
The conscious MC
But next year, who knows what we'll see?
- NaS "These Are Our Heroes"
I'd be having conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn if it's me ya ain't liking
The last great debate I had was with Michael Eric Dyson
Call me a dumb rapper? Girl stop, pardon me
You be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as me
Maybe Jay-Z, Tupac, C-U-B-E
But Oprah'd rather put Supahead on TV
Now whatcha white audience gon' think about we?
The same white audience that watch Bill O' Reilly
I saw the smirk on they face when you came at Luda
The same nice ladies that forgave Martha Stewart
So I can be a crook, take money off the books,
just as long as I'm liked by a rich man's wife?
- Killer Mike "That's Life"
Gun to mind
And mind to gun
Define which one
Is the surviving one?
You say the gun
is you means of surviving
Define it son
where you get your power from
when drama comes?
behind a gun
money is power, power is money
drop it son
Gun to mind
And mind to gun
Define which one
Is the surviving one
You say the mind
Is your means of surviving
Define it, son
Rappers use their mind
Since the mind
Behind the gun
The mind refines the dumb
Guarding them
For time to come
Drop it, son
Papoose Gun of Mines w/ busta rhymes
let the money drip dry
hundred dollars wipe the tears from my eyes
Shyne bad boys
Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus
On every known level
I'ma stone cold Rebel
Clothes is crisp
I rolls Gold the Wrist
I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth
How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff
So if the truth ain't me
then the truth can't be
AZ A.Z. Animal
I own a fortress
Corridors
With Olympic torches
And Mona Lisa portraits
Jacuzzi's and saunas
And eating steak at Benihana's
Bentley limousines
The front yard stream
Is full of piranhas
Kool G rap Kool G. Rap It's a Shame
We do or die
like Bed-Stuy
through the red sky
with the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly
on some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die"
talib kweli get By
cause this life, how many you get?
Does your soul rest where your coffin is,
or is death just a metamorphosis?
Does life go on in the mental form,
If we live a good life will we get reborn?
Is it a heaven or are we trapped in hell?
Where do we go from here, nobody came back to tell.
If we reincarnated or perish in time,
could you shine when darkness inherits your mind?
And your eyes closed for good, you out the galaxy now,
Is this subconscious dream my reality now?
Listen to brain, with no physical frame,
Could we return to the hood on a spiritual plane?
Ask yourself, "If I pass tonight,
Am I prepared for what's after life?"
rakim after you die
I seek some
and deceive none
for each one
must teach one
At least one
must flow
and show
the structure, of freedom
gang starr guru Robbin Hood Theory
I been had skills
Crystal spills
Hide bills
In Brazil
About a mil'
To ice grill
Make it hard to figure me
Liquor be
Kickin' me
In my asshole
Undercover, Donni Brasco
Lent my east coast girl
The Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty
Push the chrome 740
Rockin' Redman and Naughty
All in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yay, in the bra, where her titties at
And I'm livin' that
Whole
Life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state
Pen.
Fuck hoes
At Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close
It's Francis
The praying mantis
Attack
With the mac
My left hand spit
Right hand grip
On the whip
For the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away
Or my lead will spray
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty
Don't tempt me
Only
To hell I send thee
"All About The Benji's"
What!
The Notorious B.I.G. All About the Benjamin's (remix)
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it
if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin'
talkin bout That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo'
but I'm off to the studio
gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout
Andre 3000 What a job
I'm out here slingin
bringin
the drama, tryin to come up
in the game
and add a couple of dollar
signs to my name
I'm out here servin
disturbin
the peace
life could be better, like my man reclined in
plush leather seats
He's sellin weight
I'm sellin eight
… balls
sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all
I ain't gon' sweat him
I'ma let him
come to me
If he give me
the nod then these niggaz gon' see
I'm tired of bein out here round the clock
and breakin day
and chasin crackers up the block for my pay
I'm stayin fresh
so chickens check
I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes
to the Jets
Diamonds reflect from the sun
directly in your equilibrium
and stunned
I'm waitin for my day to come
I got the urge
to splurge
I don't wanna lifetime sentence, just give me the word
- Memphis Bleek Coming of Age
As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine
To all those congested, my job raw never clean
A toast to the uncontested, murderer
I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya
Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid
Time is money well invested, burning your press kit
Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards
Never protested, the living proof manifested
Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois
Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear
Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier
Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder
Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder
No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner
Future darker than permanent black… marker
I part you from existence on solid ground
Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I found
Is we hell or is we heaven bound?
I bomb the target without a sound
Ain't nobody left around to hear it
Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days
By the South Pacific, cheddar taste better when specific
Cheddar look better when explicit
Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits
All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun
'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue
I'm young plus I'm well hung
Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung
I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design
Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my shines coming from behind
I'm high beaming in your rear view
Get out the left lane before I steer through
Ain't even trying to hear you
It was important 'til you thought I feared you
Naw, loosen your bra bitch
Never rest until I'm considered, the high exalted
Even then I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted
Through the speech, now it's time to walk it
This potent poet, who only spit it if he know it
Prefer to show it to the hardest of hip hop artist
If you a baby making baby, finish what you started and be a MAN
God damn, resort to plan B sucking on candy
Far from delicate procedure, no time for leisure
The fine line between yours and mine, freak the design
Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my shines coming from behind
I'm high beaming in your rear view, CRASH
I stop at nothing, my blood stream pumping nothing but utter destruction
Towards cats I describe in this rap production
Suffering from mal concussions, you head bangers catching repercussion
First impression had you lustin'
Now the name Saukrates ringing more than bells
Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future
Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future
You want to poise for the portrait, here let me shoot you
saukrates Fine Line
Straight from the underground
fat boy from the mound
Spit it
how I live it
keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk
let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck
break it down, then roll it up
Back it up
a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind
fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch
sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G
part of the streets
cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down
please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round
- 8ball
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him
overheat him
Really mistreat him
let's Rodney King him
and over beat him
MJG is the reason
yo season
needed seasonal spices
They needed more life
and lucky yo wife
was bleedin
Now your life
is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate
I'm shinin
floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin
in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin the clip
for niggaz supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip
we finna set 'em free
- MJG
8Ball & MJG 8Ball and MJG You Don't Want Drama
I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth
Bitch I'm From The South
I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About
I'm In My Best On The Block
A Vest And A Glock
And The Rest In My Sock
Unless I Was 'Pac
You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back
Gotta Do My Own Thang, Can't Copy That Cat
Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute May'ne
If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang
I'm Bustin Any Brain
They Say That I'm Insane
But I Came
In This Game
With Cocaine
In My Veins
What I'm Sayin
That I'm Trained
To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20
You Complain
I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me
Ain't It Strange?
How I Went From A Hoopty
To A Bently
I Ain't Changed
I'm In The Hood, You Want Me?
Come And Get Me
Feel My Pain
But Don't Feel Sorry For Me
Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat
- young buck "do it like me"
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Pray to God I get shot tomorrow cause I don't like surprises
When you hot as an oven
they embrace ya with open arms
When you cold as a freezer
niggas treat ya
like they don't need ya
Some people call it
me, I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds ya (uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck'em all let them die slow
All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro
Cuz i kno everybody gon' die one day
lloyd banks die one day
Who besides
the Egyptian
walker
fuckers
have a conniption
My existence
persistent
to bring foes
misfo-
rtune I dazzle 'em
like the alderman
Billy Dee
in Mahogany
minus
the perm
From the tini-
est sperm
to the mighti-
est The Almighty
can muster
Project
prophet
chronic
blockage
gives Alzheimer's
to youngsters
Amongst them
is me
can't remember
my beefs
With who? For what?
They screw-faced me up
my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condos
with bimbos
in south of Kalan Gro
in pimp mode
The inf' (rared) glow
on his clothes
an'
you know it's over
Hammer
hit pin
pin
hit shell
from the shell
the slugs gonna
chew ya
Try not to
lose me, I try not to
lose'ya
Mamma
say mamma
sa
mu makasa
fly to Cuba
To chill
with some politi-kill
niggaz
who ill
'Cause y'all niggaz
are losers
don't get comfortable niggaz
Say hello to Mr. Bad
Guy
get that
cash
pa
I'm the last
don. Yo-
'll ever know
so
here you go
y'all
can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm charg-
in' emcees
a late fee cost
So when y'all
done with my style
please
break me off
But never make NaS
mad just in case we cross
'Cause ah
lately
y'all
don't make me
happy
To calm my nerve
I need the herb
GNC
don't carry
NaS Grand Finale
Mc's wit thin throats
Get lynched wit thick ropes
Nod til they necks broke
And they cassette decks smoke
I'm prolly the most murderous
Merciless
Version of a modern day copernicus
The world has ever heard of yet
Cold blooded and rugged
Shove a gun turret to ya stomach
And start bustin
Til ya shittin buckets of dry ice nuggets
Cold freestylin
Cold rhymin
Cold enough to freeze the mucus linin
In ya sinus rock solid
Spittin
Straight runnin thru the competition
Quicker than calculators take to run through long division
Sprintin
From the beginnin
From the start to da finish
Quicker than the cameras niggaz use to see a split decision
Arms swingin
A 4/5th slingin
Ammunition
Pop ya clip in
- Canibus..I heard it on Paparazzi remix w/ Xzibit and 2Pac
I went to Texas lethal
caught wreck with people
Who had injected
infected
needles
some terrorist people
Favorite words be desert eagles
killa slices
Cold as the icisis
one of the trifest
Hypest
to shiestest
y'all run like mices
in a crisis
Y'all never hear nobody did me in
I be in Lebanon with the Libyans
but now it's just Caribbean
I blow fucking tally on
cause I got money pals on
tours
selling big thousand
on crack, smack and Tylenol
All I got's the crack options
031's what I wrap boxing
In '89 when I was slap boxing
now I box on padlocking
And gat cocking
and gat poppin
doing drive bys out the black drops
I ain't little but vicious
guns no misses
You feel me, kisses
or wishes
before I break you up like dishes
Fuck your bosses
my forces
endorses
To kill all your sources
you niggaz best be cautious
No losses
my fortress
is Jaguars and Porsches
Ride the OTB to check my money on the horses
My horrors
is flawless
my block one of the broadest
Off the main attraction on the mighty ass Taurus
That I tosses
it scorches
with out no remorses
Leave their bloody body to be found in Mount Morris
Harlem leave you scoreless
I shoot your bitch and leave you broad-less
So if you want we can start the static like a cordless
Cam'ron Children of the Corn
In this American metropolis
filled with MC's
A Tribe Called Quest
came to drop jewels wit' ease
Plus make you party
we do this music thing for everybody
Black, White, Latino and Asian
we cold raisin
The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau to bridge gaps in generations
for future plantations
A god-fearin folk
cos we all from the yolk
Of one breed/one seed
to good goals we proceed
Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence
Even though not too long ago I was a truant
Now I'm droppin it on this and many broad topics
From man's obsession/with money to holy prophets
Like Mohammed
yo, you know the scene is so freaky
Enemies they denounce me
and my own try to sweep me
Now I got hip-hop acts
posin like fat cats
Lex
and a Rolex
Moet
and a top hat
But what about your contract
slick? Is you proper?
It's time we turned the tables
of this hip-hop
fable
I be strivin yo, tryna bang
these joints out my skillet
And fulfil it
think about these kids, we can't kill it
-A tribe Called Quest "The Pressure" q-tip
All day long I sling
I'm so free like the song I sing
I'm soo freee likeee
Alex Haley retracing his roots
I'm free, like the haze in the booth
inhale it then POOF
I'm free like a mixtape rapper that just ain't known
free like a right hand man that just came home
- SAS "So Free" The Diplomats
Cam' holla, cuz i'ma bring this label plaques
That ain't made of plat-
nium, whoa
your jewelery ain't gold
you copied jewelery from Hov
THEY ALL FADE TO BLACK
J.R. Writer Real Niggas (Feat. Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones & Juelz Santana)
"This is for all the engineers who smoke weed"
-Devin The Dude what a job
I'm walkin' waters
spit fire
and shit Häagen-Dazs
idolize
no man
like Conan
and stand beside the gods
be larger
than life
twice
as nice
as ya idol
pump you with pride
then guide
you straight to hell like the bible
I'm lible
to start manipulatin' minds
infiltratin' climb
out the pitfalls of life
entice
with nickle plated nine
it seems
every time
I'm dream
I'm in a nightmare
I fiend
of livin' in a world of mothers and queens
and men would fight fair
I wish I could, I wish I could
never forget this whole damn world ain't shit, not just a hood
I change my life
make my wife
forget the tears
and physical abuse, give her back her best years
grab my chest hairs
pound my fist on the hard cement
spark the scent
and cloud the sky
till my heart's content
repent
and thou she be forgiven
how could we be proud
to live in a world, which condemns
man, child
and women?
- Big PunBig Punisher "Wishful Thinking"
I got the evil of a dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to my mankind
Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighbor
hood breed young hell raisers
A 30 dot 6 with a scope
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast
Motherfuckers catchin heat as I bring anger
And release more danger
from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low
from the back slow
and push lead
in that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope
when every nigga
wants to be the nine milla
on the trigga
- Eazy-E "BNK"
I'm on fire
survival
admire
you liar
Who hire
new tires
flew by
you Dubai
Brunier
the new sire
Each line
I think it's lightening
What you think is writin'
Is my ink ignitin'
I stole that from L, but I don't think it's bitin'
Beef is hidin'
on side of the stage
Speakin' of fightin'
I write like
I pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial
serial
killers in front of a mural
of Dilla
Proof, Blade
A burial crusade
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.
I'm sick
I'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet
I'm sentimental
End up with your dental
Loose cave
Bitch we ain't Friends
I ain't Phoebe Buffay
I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ like Lupe
Get a lot of
vagina
Stylin'
like I'm a designer
Whoever
hotter than me
I probably find them inside of me
Connected, I probably supply them
it's eeeeeasy
- Royce Da 5'9 "Jockin' My Fresh" Royce Da 5'9"
Gator boots
with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job
but I stay suave
Can't pay my rent
cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly
Got a quarter tank of gas
in my new E class
But that's alright
cause I'm gon' ride
Got everythang
in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah
- Big Tymers "Still Fly"
I bomb atomically
Socrates'
philosophies
and hypotheses
can't define how I be dropping these
mockeries
lyrically
perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery
possibly
they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun
explo-sion
when my pen hits
tremendous
ultra-violet shine
blind
forensics
- Inspectah Deck from Wu-Tang Clan's "Triumph"
Yo time is wastin'
I use the mind elevation
dime sack lacing
court pen pacing
individual
lyrical
math abrasion
psychic evaluation
the foulest nation
we livin' in
dangerous lives
mad leak
and battered wives
A lifestyle where bad streets
is patternized
-NaS "Take It In Blood"
So I'ma walk inside the restaurant alone
leaving behind, just residue and bones
in your residence, put rugers to your dome
asking, "Where are you holding the coke?"
choke
- Lil' Wayne "Go DJ"
Presidential
suites, my residential
for the weeken'
confidentially speakin'
in code since
I sense
you peekin'
Viva
Las Vegas
see ya
later at the crap tables, meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way, no frauds present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas
- Jay-Z "Can I Live"
Swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
It's gonna be on both feet
never knees
in the dirt
You can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurts
Fine
we lose two lives
yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time
don't let Mrs. Carter
grieve
At the funeral parlor
dripping tears down my sleeve
Told the judge
he didn't budge
it was him or me
and I ain't trying to be hard
but I'm guilty as charged
Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God
And pray hard
that none of my nephews wanna be stars
- Jay-Z "Lucky Me"
Staring out my 3rd story window
blowing indo
writing sick shit to The Firm instrumental
streets is whispering
from hood to penitentiary
without homie how can I top The Documentary?
It's elementary
I told niggas Dre sent for me
we +Started from Scratch,+ +Hate it or Love it+ I'm rap's +MVP+
We drove out of the fire and
I came this close to bringing Hov out of retirement
The truth will rise
March 9th in NY
and if I die
let me fly
with the ghost of B.I.(G.)
- The Game "My Life feat. Nu Jerzey devil"
Father forgive us for living
Why are all my homies stuck in prison?
Barely breathing
believing
that this world is a prison
It's like a ghetto, we can never leave
A broken rose giving bloom through the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see
Things to be
Our history
so full of tragedy
and misery
To all the homies who never made it home
The dead peers
I shed tattooed tears
for when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest
finding peace through this land of stress
In my chest
I feel pain, come in sudden storms
A life full of rain
in this game
watch for lead thorns
Our unborn
never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world filled with countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show a sign, to make us all believe!
- 2Pac "I Ain't Mad At Cha (Video Version)"
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration
Mush the Senate's face in
and push this generation
Of kids to stand and fight
for the right
to say something you might not like
Yeah you laugh till your motherfuckin' ass gets drafted
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen
Till you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping
Fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashing
All this terror America demands action
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin
To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy
You just a baby
Gettin' recruited at eighteen
You're on a plane, now eating their food and their baked beans
I'm 28 They gonna take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane
or insane crazy?
When I say Hussein
you say Shady
My views ain't changed
still Inhumane
Wait
Arraigned two days late
The date's today
- Eminem "Square Dance"
We walk a long road
Trying to find the essence of self
But I picked the wrong clothes
Doo rag with a gat under my belt
'Cause life's throwing strong blows
But I keep a little hope and some dreams
And I try to stay focused and clean
But I got a little dope and some green
- Ludacis "Cold World"
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
I don't bring the problems from the 90's in the 2-thou
Cause the kid's ready to tell how he feel in a few vows
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
Fifth Ave, shopping sprees, and those dinners to chow
I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now
- Fabolous "So Into You"
And that's just half
of my warpath
laugh now, cry later
I rhyme greater
than the average player hater
and spectators
buy my CD
twice
they see me
in the streets
and they be
like "Yo, he nice!"
- The Notorious B.I.G. "Long Kiss Goodnight" Notorious B.I.G.
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled
other dudes
like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals
blast suckas in they dimples
- T.I. "I'm a King"
Go to practice
With tactics
When the track hits
Theatrics
Women that look like actresses
The status
Of Cleopatra’s
No time
To sip mo’s
with hostess
Never mind
What the total gross is
I rip shows
Stay focused
And split cheese
With soldiers
While you hit trees
And coast
I spit flows
That be ferocious
And with these explosives
I split seas for Moses
Shine Permanently
Only My Mind’s Concerning Me
Fire Burns In Me
Internally
Times Eternity
Followers Turn On Me?
They’ll Be In A Mental Infirmary
Determinedly
Advanced Technology Better Than Germany
From the mind
Which is one of Allah’s best designs
And mines’ll
Stand the test of time
When I rhyme
- Rakim "18th Letter"
I say and I quote, we need a miracle
And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love Bun, I'm forgiving you Pimp C
You know how the Pimp be
that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me to stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine
Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a King
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream
- Young Jeezy "My President feat. NaS"
And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
Adjust the
nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard
Now I got confidence
I don't need no condiments
All I need is common sense
to see through your incompetence
- Ludacris ft. UGK "Stick 'Em Up"
One wall, twenty plaques
dudes say, "Gimme that"
I am
limelight
Blueprint, 5 Mics
Go get his rhyme like
shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated
Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated
cheerleader, prom dated
Barbershop, playa hated
mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt like it rained
'til the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me
crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
- Kanye West "Two Words feat. Mos Def & Freeway"
I never thought that there would ever be a time
When a man would want to kill another man behind a rhyme
I never thought that I would ever live to see
Another man try to come and take my life away from me
I never thought that I would ever have to deal
With the fact that to protect my life, somebody might get killed
But I’ll survive and I know I’m blessed to say
I realize that tomorrow won’t be like yesterday
- PSK-13 "Like Yesterday feat. UGK"
Yo, it's the art of rhyming
ya'll niggas can crush a stone? try crushing a diamond
Terry cloth
Rudolf
joints, valour
pockets, Mr. Dior
Cavallin just to see ya'll
cash that'll put 'em in order
ya'll lil' fishes ain't big enough for ice water
paralyze the right corner
- Raekwon "Big Spender" from The Vatican Mixtape
It's a cold world baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
Animals on my back keep me warmer
my armor
Frank Lucas persona
warmin' coke up in the sauna
let me warn ya
trip against my team you'sa goner
in fact
it's drastic
a couple million in the mattress
with a safe dick I say fuck taxes
rather indulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
crime pays
nigga, Nine-Hundred and Ninety-Nine ways
my destiny's vague
will I survive or blow trial?
lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
while my enemies smile
buried in style
Gucci suits and cuff links
sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs
- Shyne "Commission"
What's up with Skateboard P? Is he really that dope-ah?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
I'm on a pêche sofa
reading Deepak Chopra
tryna figure out how I'm gonna act on Oprah
My momma like, "Whatchu doin' glorifying hustlers for?"
Well, it's God's movie, I'm just doing the score
yeah, nigga to motivate you and your whore
for more chips
bigger cribs
and a few of those porsches
Shawn made hustler music
Em' made fight music
I make beige music
I make white music
hype needles and inducing, how you gonna try?
what's your vehicle of choice? how you wanna kiss the sky?
and they protect themselves, got some potatoes
to your facial
hit your t-zones and clean our your pores
I'm not really sure
how a .40 makes a hole
but it removes the dead skin and exfoliates your soul
- Pharrell "This is the Life" from "In My Mind: The Prequel" mixtape
Top of the food chain
it's just the way that I do thangs
The dungaree seats in the blue range
I'm workin' with new change
I stop playin' with birds
and started playin' with words
The money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the curb
And I'll be a
playa later
but for now call me Puve Kiss
If not that, Montega Jada
And when it comes to life
The route you been usin' thus far ain't workin right?
take the scenic
Whatever faith you got, put it in a crook
wanna hide somethin' from a nigga? put it in the book
- Jadakiss "Bring You Down"
My crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you expect
To catch wreck
in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
Never had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot ass half-dead
My 38
works great
so make a mistake
and hesitate
I can't wait
to demonstrate
this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was speakin
He started reaching
So I left him sleepin
with his temple leaking
- Big L "7 Minute Freestyle"
Isaac said he kissed you, beneath the apple tree
When Benjie held your hand he felt, electricit
When Alexander called you, he said he rang your chimes
Christopher discovered, you're way ahead of your times
Stop! The love you save may be your own!
Darling, take it slow, or some day you'll be all alone
You'd better stop the love you save may be your own!
Darling, look both ways before you cross me, you're headed for the danger zone
- The Jackson 5 "The Love You Save"
They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep
But researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering when, what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them
they didn't deserve them
My ideas
are only for the audience's ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture
born with structure
Because of my culture
I'm a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that'll be
for the technology
Complete
sights
and new heights
after I get deep
You don't have to speak
just seek
And peep
the technique
- Eric B. and Rakim "Don't Sweat the Technique"
Sometimes I have to fight 'cause my mouth too slick
Baby why ya doin' me like I ain't worth shit
Make me wanna ride pass ya house and sit
Kick down your doors and smack ya chick
Just to show you Monica Not havin' it
So in love with you like a drug habit get
you treat me so unreal
- Monica "So Gone"
My favorite DJ Premier skit is "Aiiight Chill" where at the end of EVERY message on the answering machine, a rapper wanting a beat says "Aiiight Chill"
DJ Premier
T-R-U, C-P-3, Calliope, in da Nolia "The Truest Shit I Ever Said" had some nice-ass beats…I'ma criminal, she's a criminal, he's a criminal, we some criminals, wouldn't you like to be a criminal, too?
- C-Murder
Just face it
I blaze shit
Yo shit is basic
my shit is matrix
Make you erase shit
Niggas won't say shit
but DJs you ain't shit
Cause you don't play shit
unless it's that gay shit
I'm straight off the slave ship
my style is ancient
I'm rich and I'm famous
I'm armed, I'm dangerous
I came wit that language
it's mad, it's brainless
You study at Cambridge
I'm fuckin' yo main bitch
Plus my ebonics
is full, of gin and tonic
erotic
Yeah you got it
hypnotic
plus I got it *brrr*
After 9/11 niggas got patriotic
On 9/12 I'm like fuck it, nigga blaze the chronic
- Westside Connection (Ice Cube, WC, Mack 10) "911"
I don't wanna run no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin wit Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead?
and they hit these penitentiaries and niggaz make a pledge
So I dip and dodge the feds
all my homie caught out on indictments
Caught up on the phone talkin prices
25-to-life's
the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung?
Got a C.I.
on the inside
and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers separated from they sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day
- Scarface "G-Code"
"It's C-H-O-double-P-E-R C-I-T-Y
nigga, 'til the day I die"
- B.G. "My World"
Introducing The Re-Up Gang, the montage
The renaissance, the rebirth, the avant garde
Chaupard the arm, the car's the aranage
Deal with the whip
Follow the brick
I am OZ
oh yes, the wizardry
Fire to pot chemistry
The coke calls straight to their souls like a ministry
Like it or not
We kicking the door, we picking the lock
And still tossed a big in a pot
Copped the sorbe
Straight from Jorge
Jack of all trades
Even mastered the gourmet
Plus the price got the street tongue in cheek
Cook it till its al dente, 'muah', magnifique!
Black card the era
We got it in the bag
Y'all niggaz ain't a factor like trinidad's jab
I'm back like zab
Re-up the visual
recite them these ghetto hymns and regard them the scriptures, nigga
- The Re-Up Gang (Clipse, Liva, Sandman) "What's Up" from "We Got It 4 Cheap, Vol. 2" mixtape