opinions?
discuss

opinions?
discuss

MO' fire, more Roc-a-wear attire --- MO'
money, MO' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired

MO' further for the Roc Empire, y'all won't serve us
Y'ALL nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fire

One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
Young shittin on haters, I ain't ****in with y'all
For my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore?"

And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursive
Just add another million to these verses

One million, two million, three million, four
And the money's really worthless, so I'm pissin you off on purpose

My nephew's situated, and my mom is straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come my way
And you ni99az rappin to me, so your drama is fake
You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake

You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist
Razor blades under the tongue, I will eat your face

Appetite for destruction, I am starvin today
Got a money hungry lawyer that'll eat the case
And that's just food for thought, don't let it go to waste
ni99a bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face, ha

I done forgot more than you ever learned
What you don't know will make your home a permanent urn, ni99a!




:owned:

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
G00k run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it,
pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

Killed it.

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
G00k run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it,
pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

Killed it.

I dont know who that is.. .but thats reedickyaluss

Ill Bill in Jedi Mind Tricks ft. Ill Bill - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story

dear mr toilet im tha shit
got these otha hataz pizzed
cuz ma toilet papa thickk

Ill Bill in Jedi Mind Tricks ft. Ill Bill - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story

not to be a dick, but it's not ill bill. it's R.A. The Rugged Man.

Last verse:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Uy75KeDDVhU

First verse:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=178ZAgvW2jk

Second verse:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=lCGux93VQEw

First verse:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=pF62gPPjL-c

Just four, but I think these shit on everything posted so far (no offense). Downright nasty verses from all four emcees.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=8F-oYzWupbg

First verse on this too. Don't pay attention to the lyrics they put up though because dem shits is wrong. And who said there are no quality female emcees?

Eminem on "Renegade" - pick a verse

Verse 1

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a mother****in drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You ****in do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

Verse 2

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a mother****in spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - mother****ers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'****in

Eminem - "Hellbound"

I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you'll think I pulled the ****in ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain't no ****in G, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
**** the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes

Copywrite - "Holier Than Thou" Verse 1

For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten male
I fell from heaven, bypassed earth and stopped at hell
Your plots will fail to stop the Lord
That's harder to pull off than censors on clothes at department stores
You prove your nicer than me, I'll give my soul to you
Allow your strength to increase, then take control of you
You battle me and win.. Christ pulled a cruel joke on you
We'll fry your atoms, cremate you and dispose of you
You're at a point where you've got no options left
With the slightest of ease I'll stop your breath
Interrupt your fun once we abduct your son
Since you use ten percent to think, use your remaining ninety to duck and run
Neutrons rush to rust those platinum, plutonium gold speak only when told
I total eclipse phonies that hold mics, your only a myth
I own the abyss, low and behold
I blessed you.. you owe me your soul, I rock forever
Leavin your train of thought off track like an a capella
And if your who claims to be what's next shit
Then I'm your fiber diet that has yet to be digested
You're drenched in fear when the veterans near
Never dropped science in your life, except in your freshman year
Your ack for lack of a worse word
I'ma do you a favor.. reunite you back with the earth's dirt

Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slammin sucka ****as like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce
Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
Control the mic like Denzel on the girls
Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel
The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC
Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD
Can't forget the De La, the two originality
And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me
Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy
Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies
Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger
Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger
Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy
Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party
Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
Kick the beats and more beats
We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands

Verse 1: Tommy Wright III- Last Alternative]
Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I ****in' die
Street sweep through the hood wid my ***** Kiki in the wood
wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by,
You survive, that's a lie, fifty *****s standin' on the corna
watchin' every mutha****n' move you make,
Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate,
Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come ***** break
Bullet penetrate, in a ***** face not payin'
Tryna **** wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast,
Last ***** died, when he tried, pimpin' big,
got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field
B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance"
But not me, on my tone, get the phone
Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance
Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest
Prove it to me, do a street sweep,
Put a hole in a ***** chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,
Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants
Wasn't shit different when I moved in South Memphis
for the ***** millimetre for they broad got pimpin'
Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks
and ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0,
Still on parole can't catch another case,
Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood
go to war with the world if I gotta,
Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,
Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter



Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your ****in' life,
Roll them dice, get a side bet
Tommy best shot betta aim that I get,
Murder one expert, drinkin' red rum
Hoe my mouth don't move cause I talk wid ah ooze
Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love
Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop
Pistol grippers, leavin' y'all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers
Where I'm from *****s come wid pistols
Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin' who's next
I'm gon' buck 'em, and I'm gon' stuff 'em
Tommy don't love 'em it was only **** phonies
Six feet to me ain't deep
Can't be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat,
Really don't give a ****, nail it to your nuts
Everyday parlay sun down, sun up
*****s don't want no peace so they pack a piece wait,
Murder show at twelve can't be late,
**** scrappin', Tommy Wright cappin' and dappin'
when the damage is done, do away wid the gun
On the run, real billy sippin' O-Z,
Ten wanted men feelin' deep, trick or treat, **** tha police


Tommy Wright III - Last Alternative
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nothoq42XhQ

eminem's verse from soldier was dope as shit.

Yo.. never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one
and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin
Willin to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant
life or death, never live to regret what I said
When you're me, people just want to see, if it's true
If it's you, what you say in your raps, what you do
So they feel, it's part of your obligation to fulfill
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real?
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel
you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it 'til it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

also em's verse from 313.

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, sweet MC's crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your ****ing memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still'll be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I shout wit a slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat, harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their
fingers
But you can bring yours, let's see what you got
But-don't-front, and never try to be what you're not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And **** Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

those are just two of many dope verses from mr. mathers. let's not forget his verse from don't approach me with xzibit, and his verse from hey lady. he is the most versaitle mc of his era, and the greatest mc of his generation, top 5 dead or alive, imo, the greatest ever. he doesn't get posted about or threaded nearly as much as he should on this forum, so this is why i only put his songs on my list, although there are songs from joe buddens i would put on also, and rakim and big l.

Ill Bill in Jedi Mind Tricks ft. Ill Bill - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story

that wasnt ill bill, it was ra the rugged man...

first verse. triumph.wu tang clan. inspectah deck.

fix you heard the new red 1? I know you like them vancouver boys:
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fix you heard the new red 1? I know you like them vancouver boys:
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is that my boy barrington levy?

first verse. triumph.wu tang clan. inspectah deck.


OMG!!!!! I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO SAY THAT SON!! Yo I dont care that he not known never have I heard so much damn heat come out so naturally.

In my opinion the Second Greatest Verse Ever:

Inspectah Deck:
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

The Greatest Verse I Ever Heard:

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another ***** deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked *****s
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Check how hard this verse hits.


Everybody out there, go run and tell
Your homeboys and homegirls, it's time for Kenan and Kel.
They'll keep you laughin' in the afternoon
So don't touch that dial, don't leave the room.
'Cause they always into somethin' fun, and you don't wanna miss it,
It's Double-"K", like 2, the good radius.
Kenan and Kel or should I say, Kel and Kenan
And you gotta watch Kenan 'cause, Kenan be schemin'
With a plan or a plot to make it to the top,
But they kinda in the middle, 'cause they always gettin' caught.
This ain't the Hardy Boys, or a Nancy Drew Mystery,
It's just Kenan and Kel, in your facility,
Like Sigfried and Roy or Abbott and Costello,
Magic and Kareem or Penn and Teller.
Somebody's in trouble? Aw, here it goes.
On Nick, Ni-Nick Nick Ni-Nick Nick Nick . . .


Legendary.

In my opinion the Second Greatest Verse Ever:

Inspectah Deck:
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block



Gotta love the Rebel INS. This is one of my faves from him.


I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin'
While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

Check how hard this verse hits.


Everybody out there, go run and tell
Your homeboys and homegirls, it's time for Kenan and Kel.
They'll keep you laughin' in the afternoon
So don't touch that dial, don't leave the room.
'Cause they always into somethin' fun, and you don't wanna miss it,
It's Double-"K", like 2, the good radius.
Kenan and Kel or should I say, Kel and Kenan
And you gotta watch Kenan 'cause, Kenan be schemin'
With a plan or a plot to make it to the top,
But they kinda in the middle, 'cause they always gettin' caught.
This ain't the Hardy Boys, or a Nancy Drew Mystery,
It's just Kenan and Kel, in your facility,
Like Sigfried and Roy or Abbott and Costello,
Magic and Kareem or Penn and Teller.
Somebody's in trouble? Aw, here it goes.
On Nick, Ni-Nick Nick Ni-Nick Nick Nick . . .


Legendary.
Dopest Eva:banana:

Thread closed

Check how hard this verse hits.


Everybody out there, go run and tell
Your homeboys and homegirls, it's time for Kenan and Kel.
They'll keep you laughin' in the afternoon
So don't touch that dial, don't leave the room.
'Cause they always into somethin' fun, and you don't wanna miss it,
It's Double-"K", like 2, the good radius.
Kenan and Kel or should I say, Kel and Kenan
And you gotta watch Kenan 'cause, Kenan be schemin'
With a plan or a plot to make it to the top,
But they kinda in the middle, 'cause they always gettin' caught.
This ain't the Hardy Boys, or a Nancy Drew Mystery,
It's just Kenan and Kel, in your facility,
Like Sigfried and Roy or Abbott and Costello,
Magic and Kareem or Penn and Teller.
Somebody's in trouble? Aw, here it goes.
On Nick, Ni-Nick Nick Ni-Nick Nick Nick . . .


Legendary.

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!"

AZ on "Life's a Bitch" wit Nas.
Pun's "You Aint a Killer", "Dream Shatterer", second verse on "You Came Up".

Verse 1: Tommy Wright III- Last Alternative]
Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I ****in' die
Street sweep through the hood wid my ***** Kiki in the wood
wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by,
You survive, that's a lie, fifty *****s standin' on the corna
watchin' every mutha****n' move you make,
Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate,
Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come ***** break
Bullet penetrate, in a ***** face not payin'
Tryna **** wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast,
Last ***** died, when he tried, pimpin' big,
got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field
B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance"
But not me, on my tone, get the phone
Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance
Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest
Prove it to me, do a street sweep,
Put a hole in a ***** chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,
Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants
Wasn't shit different when I moved in South Memphis
for the ***** millimetre for they broad got pimpin'
Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks
and ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0,
Still on parole can't catch another case,
Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood
go to war with the world if I gotta,
Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,
Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter



Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your ****in' life,
Roll them dice, get a side bet
Tommy best shot betta aim that I get,
Murder one expert, drinkin' red rum
Hoe my mouth don't move cause I talk wid ah ooze
Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love
Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop
Pistol grippers, leavin' y'all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers
Where I'm from *****s come wid pistols
Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin' who's next
I'm gon' buck 'em, and I'm gon' stuff 'em
Tommy don't love 'em it was only **** phonies
Six feet to me ain't deep
Can't be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat,
Really don't give a ****, nail it to your nuts
Everyday parlay sun down, sun up
*****s don't want no peace so they pack a piece wait,
Murder show at twelve can't be late,
**** scrappin', Tommy Wright cappin' and dappin'
when the damage is done, do away wid the gun
On the run, real billy sippin' O-Z,
Ten wanted men feelin' deep, trick or treat, **** tha police


Tommy Wright III - Last Alternative
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nothoq42XhQ

What you know about that "Old School" Memphis hits?? :D

I'm to lazy to type the lyrics but here is the videos

B.G.

Thugged Out (first video)
Clean Up Man (second video)

THUGGED OUT!
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CLEAN UP MAN!
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These two Talib Kweli verses, from the same song, changed the way I think about writing rhymes. Sick shit. 'Get By'.

Verse One:
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We commute to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Me Abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the South
Before my ***** Core bailed me out
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
with the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die"

Verse Two:
We keeping it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"
Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk
Yo, our activism attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison
Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision
Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to
I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you
Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?
Just to get by, we get fly
The TV got us reachin for stars
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts
Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers
Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch"
We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop