That Pun thread got me on this...post up favorite lines or verses from songs. Feel free to put the artist and song prior to the verse.

1st: AZ - Rather Unique

my verbals rip ****
Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets
**** it I'm on some flip ****
ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
vocals release shells like automatics
Do music's magical causing any battles to be tragical
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia
slaughter your circulatory like lukemia

Who's ****in with AZ? This ****^ is beyond ridiculous.

Rakim - Strong Island

On the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar
Compete witcha livelihood to eat better
And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file
It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
Then developed a strong style on Long Isle

Smooth **** from the G.O.D.

bob dylan chimes of freedom

far' between sundown's finish an' midnights broken toll
we ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing
as majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
an' for each an' every underdog soldier in the night
an' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Here's another. Maybe the nastiest verse ever spit.

Canibus on "Beasts from the East"

Canibus brings the sickest drama,
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack *****es who try to suck dick through a condom
Playing with the mic is something I wont do
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
Defeating, *****s like segal steven,
Putting emcees in, positions to prevent ’em from breathing
I’ll make you question any and everything you’ve ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What’s the matter with ya’ll, I splatter ya’ll
Against the mutha ****in wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle,
I go on & on like erika badu
A hundred times nicer than the best there is
Twice as african as krs is, who wanna test this
**** y’all you don’t impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got aids scared to catch me
All that **** you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha ****in noggin
I grab mics and push *****s to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress
But if you want to battle, I’m down,
If you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard
I’m the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidick can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitten
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness
Kickin’ boring raps with metaphors that’s wack
All of y’all mutha ****as need nordictrack
To get ya weight up, ****in with canibus you get ate up
Get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
Been rockin longer than *****s twice my age
Back in the days before bob marley was rockin a fade
Before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of eden gettin lifted
Stickin dick to eve before she was adams mistress
Before christ created christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The canibus is spitten till’ he’s spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
I’m puttin’ every wack emcee alive on my **** list
Verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted
Took you a minute, to exhibit that I’m sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging ****
Going once, going twice
Sold to that ***** name canibus
Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and funk doctor
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Actually I don't think I've ever heard one entire verse that is more bananas than this. This put Can-I-Bus on the map.

My second favorite track from my favorite album ever:

Common - Communism

Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It's a common market and it's so much competition
but to me, competition is none
To my comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
my compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

Common can rhyme for real when he wants to.

My favorite verse from Mega...

Mobb Deep ft. Cormega - Whats Ya Poison

Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits
Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto ****
Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from mesasuring grams
Gun on my waist, In case I see son
who wetted my man
I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's
Obvious I was destined to rep
Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits
Considered mad real, *****s feel the Montana ****
Born official, my *****s that are gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see ya'll *****s when I get there
Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip
I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete
When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet
And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet
When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing *****'s lead to excellence
I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this
Like a lexus jeep
My technique
Leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me
Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me
Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching keys..please

Rakim - Strong Island

On the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar
Compete witcha livelihood to eat better
And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file
It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
Then developed a strong style on Long Isle

Smooth **** from the G.O.D.

One of my favorite lines ever.

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

Biggie Smalls b.k.a The G.O.A.T

2pac & Outlawz - When we ride

My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
I pull revenge on ***** *****z that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a ***** belly
Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never ****ed around
with a sick-ass ***** like me
They call my name out and *****z run, best be prepared
for the Outlawz, here we come

2pac - Heartz Of Men all 3 verses

Dr. Dre - Let's Get High

Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be
All these fine *****es equal sex to me
plus I got this bad ***** layin next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the ***** out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
Come on let's get high

Notorious BIG - Sky's the Limit

A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While *****s flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt
and alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh, that's that ***** wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this ***** pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin
That hoes clockin, here comes respect
His crew's your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll wid em, stole wid em
I mean loyalty, *****z bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
In here, eyes crossed from blue and white dust
Pass the blunt

This is by marshal mathers b4 he became MNM..


"Human sacrafices, cannabalism,
candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with em
cammels, mammals and rabbits but i dont' get into that i kicked the habbit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And i never eat you unless the ****in meat looks fresh
I gotta line in my pocket
I'm lyin
I gotta 9 in my pocket and baby im just dyin to gock em
He's ready for war, im ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any ****** that said he was raw
My ouzies heavy as yours
yah you met me B4
Just didnt' have as large an arsenal of weapons B4
Marshal step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread onthe bead-bead spread red on the wall,
red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, red on the third then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong..
Weak or the strong who's got it goin on??
Your dead wrong.

Young Buck- Thou Shall

"Thou shall not kill thou shall not steal but rub the wrong way and ****** I will
Thou shall not cheat and thou shall not squeel cause *****'s will put a whole in your ass and that's real".

"***** ******s horse play,
Real ******s go n spray
Bang da foe
Change da clothes and come back tha same day

Ghostface - The Forest

Ghost, please you don’t even want to know
Droopy long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go...
Ricochet rabbit had a habit, he was savage
Bruto slapped, magoto slapped out his glasses backwards
Magelity used to come to class wit rachets
He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics
Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips
Big boy bustin’ out his corderoy fix
Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit
Magoo, he gon’ catch him at the teachers’ conference
So later that week durin’ open school night
Everybody there, saw open school fight
Blows is big, olive oil was pissed
The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs
He said, what great big heat you have
He replied, **** my gun I’ll eat you fast
He said, what great big teeth you have
Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have

Meta-lyrical poetic mystic MC
Hearin the voice of an ancient spirit MC
Premeditated worder
Killin negative concepts out the mind of the observer

You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna
Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob

The second verse of "Lost @ C" by Canibus:


Now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
cause I ain't heard **** worth buyin
I'm bout to show you *****z how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines
with nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
cause you *****z is slower than fat *****es metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
and put his head to the fan on the ceilin
Suffer real "Banned From Television" ****
Drop him off the roof of a buildin and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel that hip-hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the **** that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
shootin the same videos, it's embarassin
Usin the same formulas to have a hit
Usin the same actors and actresses, same **** different laxative
Face it ***** you wack as **** I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin the daylight
then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes
and you get, corns on your toes
til your teeth develop halitosis
but you been goin so long without deodorant
you don't even notice -- mother****er!

This is one from yours truly

Line infrared lights to ya pearly-whites
To break ya grill before da kill - justice won't prevail
Gasoline poured by da posse
Burn-up so when you turn-up they can't I.D. da body

by my man js1...talkin bout some chick

"shes more frigid than a midget and a pidgeon playing sex in the village"

this went down well over her last year

not bad for a guy beginning to learn the game

*****z in my faction dont like askin questions, stricly gun testing, coke measurin, givin pleasurin"

Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan
Assault and Batter ya team
Ya squadron will be barred from rap,
Like Adam & Eve from the Garden
I'm carvin' my initials on ya forehead
So everynight before bed you see the "BP"
Shine off the Board Head

ima show you how to get cha shyne oooonnnnnnn
turn it up the dj payin my sooooonnngggggg
everybody keep on callin my phooonnnneee
which one of yall am i gone take hoooommmee
ima show em how to get the club kruuunnnk
give ya sumthin thats gone rattle that truuuunnnk
tip ya cups up until ya get druuuunnnk
tell the dj to play it lound and turn the beat up
:D

Verse One: Kurupt

It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving mother****ers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And *****z throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Mother**** your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average mother****er's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first ***** smirkin
Give a ****, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, mother****er don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC

[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and **** it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough **** to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {*echoes*}

[Crooked I]
Yo
I spit impossible rhymes
Full of philosophical lines
My phenomenal shine
Leave everyone our your opticals blind
Run you over when it's Apocalypse
I'm half man half diesel like Optimums Prime
****ing this nine to pop ya
Permanente disfigurement have you rocking
Half a mask like the Phantom Of The Opera
Mach three is how fast I'll drop ya
Walk back to (??) the speed they clocked
You thought you had it win here
Like watching ****o flicks with six chicks
I'm the hardest one in here
Straps on the New Year
We bust from every night's New Year
Cerebral hemisphere get blew here
It's really no need to cuss and fuss
Just
Hope out of the bushes scratched up
From the brush and bust
I make the angriest atheist praise me, if not
He's fenna simultaneously pain of a shot
And I shake his pancreas
Maybe it's my instantaneous plots
The craziest emcee couldn't face me
If an alien gave him this thoughts
Kamikazes regulate
I strap a time bomb under my trench coat
And hug you till it detonates
I was brain washed by NWA and BDP
I'm the year 2000 version of the DOC
And when Crooked I spot these fake clicks
They better be able to dodge bullets like The Matrix or take six
I'm so onerous in dominant in prominent hip-hop conglomerate
On this Continent I'm bombing it

"I love finger ****in you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, *****z be duckin or takin numbers..."

"Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense
I'm about a dollar, what the **** is 50 Cents?"

"Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring
No matter how many pounds you bring
It sounds like the same old thing
R-O-C is the strongest team"
:D

Jehst - City of industry

Airbourne, my thoughts shrouded by cloudform
the line ravaged in the wake of this groundwar
the quint-essential outlaw
eye of the storm my tears fall in the torrential downpour
the flood, ya deathwish written in blood
i came in from the cold clothes dripping with mud
gripping the club, primitive a stig in the dump
swinging a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch
i drink black rain, take another swig and im drunk
taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold
spittin out toxins i couldnt dissolve but with hope
never sold my soul for fools gold, so im still free
but too numb to feel pity, some broke down
now this still City's a ghost town
snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
seasons of espionage as time passes, the lion-hearted
survival of the hardest artist
my open arms embrace darkness
still craving carnage and informy
evil parasites starve on this carcass of industry


You can see me as cynical, trapped in my own gothic vision
encapsulating chaos in this composition
calculated like the lies of a politition
gripping the slipshot i size up the opposition
I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise
Fire water falling from these grey skies, to painted trainlines
Chrome over red brick reflective, like a jem stone in a sess pit
Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
the truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic
Infected by the fourth toungue of a liar
now my thoughts are the color of fire
and my nights spend one in the kaya,
un-inspired by the freak show i see ghosts dance in the trail of my weedsmoke
my words are folk law that survive the cold war
new world order and so forth - i go north
ankle deep in snowfall, leaping over dry stone walls with a hold all
steam clouds rise from my firey breath
its the last twilight before the silence of death (death)

"Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring
No matter how many pounds you bring
It sounds like the same old thing
R-O-C is the strongest team"
:D
heh BLUEPRINT is a wicked album.

C-Lo's verse from song 15 on Goodie Mobs first CD is something that sticks in my head always and probably always will.
As he laid in the final resting place
He had such a peaceful expression in his face
My visions blurry from crying
But it aint hard to see that
At any time it coulda been me
It's about 90 degrees outside
But yet it felt like i'm froze
The ceremonies come to a close
I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet
Damn I done ****ed around and got upset
But it aint nothing we can do
It's bigger than me and you
One day our time coming too
So aint no use in being sad
Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had
We should be glad
Maybe his life was something
That he had to give to show me
That I need to be responsible about how I live
I won't complain about my pain
But I just aint gone let my *****s die in vain
So Bean I'm gone make it for you
The cycle that these young black men keep goin through
I'm gone break it for you
And start takin care of me
And me consist of all my friends and my family
From now on, until I'm gone.

Born into these crooked ways

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

masta ace


Aiyo I'm chillin"
and I C you D to go out, and make a killin', but where E?
"F that ***** he making G's on tour with H-Town doing shows overseas"
yeah I heard he DJ'd but stop hatin' OK? (I ain't hatin')
Smoke your L and chill the **** out, I found a way to get paid
you know how I M, we gonna be N
cuz my cousin Tyriq said, to meet him about ten
"Now that's that **** that I'm talking about
so yo let me just take this leak and then we out"
O now you gotta P, well hurry up it's quarter to
and I just got this beep from son, and that's the Q
R you ready? Hurry, I'll be in the S-10, Blazer
out front, he blowing up my pager
"Aiyo I hope this *****'s about getting cash
cuz mom's is about to evict my broke ass"
Chill, my cousin's like the 2001 Mr. T
rock mad ice and platinum, watch you gonna see
He pushin a 600, with color TV in the visor
and got more gadgets, than McGuiver (ooh)
we gonna make dough on the W ain't seen
in your lifetime or my lifetime yo mad cream
oh ****, you seen that car that drove by? (yeah)
well that was his X-hoe Lisa, and that was Y
he told us to drive through the hood and if we caught her
take back that 300-Z that he just bought her...so what's up
"***** I don't give a ****, whatever we gotta do
we can take the ***** car, the money and jewels too
make this u-turn, we'll catch her at the light
and get right, off of this quick jooks tonight
I don't give a ****"

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


He stole the show on that track with that one. **** was ****in ridiculous. I know that by heart and recite it to myself a couple times a month just because... :D

some more ace, i love this song.


met this girl named Fantasy on wall street
From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat
She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace
And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece
She danced at this club and made the guys holler
And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars
The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep
And everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke"
Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne
Who always bettin' money on the Giants game
As soon as it's on yo I stayed away
Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay
I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper
Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper"
Went to the bar checked the score
Got the bartender told him what to pour
He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup
And told me the game was tied "7up"
Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance
Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance
To spend a little money trying to see the rest
She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress
But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go
I already saw the show
See I went to a club like this in Toronto
And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough
And ever since then I see and see clear
You never find love in this atmosphere
Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in
Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing
So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye
And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky
No matter where you from or which way you leaning
Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning

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
YESSSSS!!!! I forgot about this for a moment what a ****in verse..........The one I posted was basucally because of how it made me feel when my best friend passed when we were 18 but this is some serious true to earth Hip-Hop right here.

YESSSSS!!!! I forgot about this for a moment what a ****in verse..........The one I posted was basucally because of how it made me feel when my best friend passed when we were 18 but this is some serious true to earth Hip-Hop right here.
deck killed it right off the bat, he outshined everyone on that track.

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
love that line, ghost is an icon...

Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin, they be gettin misinformed
thinkin everything is everything, that you could just get yourself
a little deal, whatever, youknowhatI'msayin you gonna get on you
gonna get rich. And all these labels be trying to lure us in like
spiders, into the web, knowhatI'msaying. So sometimes people gotta
come out and speak up, and let people understand, that you know you
gotta read the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the
label you might get poisoned...

Lyrics: Genius

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

Read the label and say it loud
Another Wu banger
Thirty-six chambers, to your area
Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc
Rza razor rza razor sharp
Another Wu-Tang production kid, comin at ya

Artist: Gravediggaz
Album: Nightmare in A-Minor
Song: Zig Zag Chamber
Typed by:


[ Poetic ]
Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact
I'm placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your back
Just for the record I'm making it perfectly clear that my method'll sever the ear
Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it's hazardous when I appear
Uh, fake cats'll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware
I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you're way beyond repair
Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels
It's a marriage of fools, stick up! - now you're left in a blood pool
Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of ****
I'll stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pick
I'm sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hell
Rippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well

I could listen to Liquid Swords twice a day every day for 2 years, and would never get tired of it.

My favorite parts of "The Anthem":

When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up
Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned
Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin
Look around, your town is crumblin
This Big Tech from the midwest, leavin MC's lipless
On The Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Potna, you can't **** wit the sniper
Your flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper
Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo
Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
Sway & Tech heard me flow and its sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9NE's filled"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?)
Climped out of a nice house,
through the front window and heard this guy shout
"Hey that's my couch, *****!"
Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
While I'm rippin this ****, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible
Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down
You're tied down and duct-taped, **** rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assualts in small interims
As horrid as Borris Kolaf was
When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of skin
So the head won't fall off, hauled-off
Sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked
Why did he have to die like cast metal?
O, huh, C now like Omar Credle
We pone pedal at a high resolution
On the Wake-Up Show wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The drama that's brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry
For instance, there's nothing in existence that can survive wit me
Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Rand-all
Wit style filed for sexual harrassment like Tisha Camp-bell
You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I ****in murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey

Tech straight killed that ****...outshined everyone cept for Pharoahe's opening part of his verse.

"Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assualts in small interims"

his ****ing delivery is unbelievable.

I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep

Tech straight killed that ****...outshined everyone cept for Pharoahe's opening part of his verse.

"Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assualts in small interims"

his ****ing delivery is unbelievable.


He needs to drop another album, I was just talking about "Internal Affairs" today.

i was litening to azaitic a bit today and on huslter

i love this line:
Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick


not really spectacular but its the way he spits it....

i be tossin, and flossin, my style is awesome
im causin more family feuds than richard dawson!

wu-tang clan aint nothin to **** wit.

Canabis-Patriots(It ain't Canibus's verse though...)

Kick your intestines in and sell your testicles to Mexicans

-That **** cracks me up everytime I hear that..LMFAO..

Canabis-Patriots(It ain't Canibus's verse though...)

Kick your intestines in and sell your testicles to Mexicans

-That **** cracks me up everytime I hear that..LMFAO..

R.i.P. The Greatest

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

Freeways verse on "What We Do".

Tupac - Hail Mary

"Im not a killer but dont push me, revenge is da sweetest joy next to gettin *****"

dats 1 sick lyric!!

i'm popular, i'm a rap star but i live like a rock star
runnin from the cop car
i drop bars on slaps that knock hard
and i charge for this dick extra large
i'm sicker than SARS higher than mars
and i treat my ***** like an ATM card...

- mac dre... thizz in peace... yadadaimean...

cypress hill- live at the fillmore version of stoned as the way of the walk
i remember sister maggie,
breasts were kinda saggie,
used to sell me budah out a ****ed up little baggie,

"Yo, you think you're all that but you're not...
I don't know what to say!"


greatest freestyle ever :cool:

Big Pun - Classic Verses.

[Verse One]
Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitch in us, ***** in us
Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was
Official thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
to either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf
I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze
Don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath
You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin ****, holdin ya dick
Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island
You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics
I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics
My matureness is my insurance
Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit
You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em
I'm head-annointin *****s like the Holy Gospel
I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours

[Verse Two]
**** all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.
Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
*****s is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brain-bolic with knowledge, ****-diesel scholars
Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
You keep playin.. and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap ****, I used to clap ****
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack ****
I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura]
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
My *****z is strapped and quick to lay a ***** on his back
I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose

2pac - Old School

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way"

I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the **** to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when **** was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb ****, nuttin like the old school

Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a *****, I remember
way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them *****z swearin?"
I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young ***** tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school

Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber
breakdancin to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, id rather hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me - Great line.

Ras Kass-Oral Sex

both verses.

I can take a sentence that's rarely heard,
flipped,
now it's a deadly word.

one of my personal favs...from one thee best rappers ever
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost
It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping
Oh ****, this little ******'s thugging
I mean, I was thirteen
I was no singer, knot on my face
But no chose another time and a place
That I would revenge my last fight cuz the same ****
Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night
Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting
Hit 'em, slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife
My product give another ****** advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of **** cuz this life, how many you get?
How many ******s do you know get two
Besides a ****** who snitch to skip a life-bid
Be one in your crew
I don't respect killers, I respect thoughtout knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple
Focus, take care of your brothers, ******s do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It not your enemy you get you
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people

..then t-boz sings a hot verse

Ghetto *****z remain violent all the killers remain silent
*****z strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a mother****er will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where *****z do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the ***** that makin' music for the streets
cause I love this mother****er like ***** with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some *****z make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A mother****er sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
**** that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mother****er deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
**** being a ***** in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this mother****er strange
and talking 'bout a mother****ing change
This is for my thug *****z


Scarface-Homies & Thugs

He on a mission to become a ball player
Flip big benz’s, flossin all gators
Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader
Fresh outta school, he fin’ to go lay paper
He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change
Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game
Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride
And he ain’t have to worry about money cause that’s in time
So now he’s pacin as the time moves slowly
Can’t wait to face shaquille in the paint and school kobe
Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions
And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin
So now he’s sittin on the sidewalk bleedin
Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin
And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin
But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even
And all the cryin in the world ain’t goin to bring him back
His brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother’s eyes
Why’d the game have to go and take the young boys life
Only the wicked live shife, payin the price
While he’s starin at the shell
His brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail
And you, wouldn’t pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the ****in family
That’s betrayal
Betrayal(echoes)


scarface on betrayal by gangstarr, imo guru was outshined by a wide margin... too bad face and premier dont do more work with eachother...

Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin *****s
need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence
**** keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail centres

So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And until I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
It's realism so I visualize it to live it

I just love those verses...AZ is on some other ****.

MJG's verse from Thingz is ridiculous too.

Big L : Some of my favortite verses of his

One of the funniest verses I've ever heard

My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
Cause at night time *****s try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats
That's why I carry gats
Yo, I'm a mutha****in fugitive
Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
Because to me it's all about a buck
I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shootin **** up like Frank Nitty
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash
Then I murdered his ass and took his half
Because I'm all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no mutha****in friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, **** that!
Aiyo, picture me gettin a job
Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet
Makin about 120 dollars a week?
Man, I rather do another hit
I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other ****
Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin mutha****a
Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar
I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
I used to wait until it gets dark
And tell a ***** to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks
Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask
I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast
I vicked this ***** named Eugene
Took his brand new ring
Cause stickin up's a everyday routine
Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride
Saw this ***** named Clyde
And snuck up on him from the blind side
I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked
Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"
The Big L is cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck
Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a ****
Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him
Plenty and many brains I bust
Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous

The flow on this verse was rediculous. Sick ass line, also-- "jewells with biggets swingin like the mets"

Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song
If they said that **** is hot then they told you wrong
Clown *****z, you ain't got a chance at all
Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all
I make moves and boss all across the world
so don't be upset if I toss your girl
I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low
*****es sweat me wherever I go
I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs
Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex
Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets
Throwin the dice and takin all size bets
Never bummy; sip rummy, get money
When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy
On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio
Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what?

Classic Big L verse

Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks
Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks
I sex them chicks and send them home
Corleone is known to be stoned
When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that **** full blown
The other night around 8 P.M.
Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM
Went to the ATM, took a thou' out
then later on I had to wild out
In the club, knock some coward and his pal out
Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out
Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady
And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks
but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks
So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal chips keep my celly on
Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon
If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on
Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst
I've been off the scene over three years
and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;
get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat
That attitude - you better get rid of that
Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real
L is rap's most livest cat
I'm gettin stacks while you askin people,
"Do you want fries with that?"
I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal
Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial


This is one of the best verses that I've ever heard in my life

Yo; you know the game plan
C-Town, that's my main man
We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands
Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan
("Mmm, mmm, mm..") Everything I rock is name brand
L'll make ya dame swallow
Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits
You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L
What's this mother****in rap game without L?
Yo, that's like jewels without ice
That's like china without rice
or the Holy Bible without Christ
or the Bulls without Mike
or crackheads without pipes
The Village without dykes
or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I'm with, mother****er



There are so many verses that I like that it would take too much time to post them all. I may post more later.

Chino XL featuring Killah Priest-Beastin'

[Chino XL]
My saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholar
The author composin' your broken bones into an orchestra
Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me
These homos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation Army
Calmly tearin' ya flesh like the claws of a falcon
Write songs 'til my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
And there's no feelin' in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb
You should see the muscular development in my forearms
I'm swarn human heron from here on
Consider Chino XL a monster, **** Charlize Theron
You cling on to life like a skinny Luther
I'm like an aircraft carrier goin' to war with a Mini Cooper
Gettin' used to being crazy
as a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own baby
Anti-Medical, non-preventable
Make you and a dead man identical
Sound alarms I'm well armed like an octopus tentical
bust ten of you, trust none of you
I'm the murdering minister when God is upset at you
Right on schedule, calligraphers spit a comprehensible
Poison Pen always the illest, today he's exceptional
Slayin' professional between big deals
I get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids meals
I slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshields
Slice them from ear to ear 'til they breathin' out of fish scales
Every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno
I beat a *****z haircut into crop circles
Hear the smotherless pain
Be the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular vein
I stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my name
Crumple your fame, cripple ya fangs
Isn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beast
The hungriest rapper alive pickin' human flesh out of my teeth
You get shot in the streets servin' sentences like Mystikal
Don't even call "rap", "rap" no more, call it Chino XL

props on those Big L verses Steelfist...one of my personal favorites...
[Nas-Undying Love]
Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice
at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights
Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars
Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin, duckin, our *****es in the club cluckin
Tellin my wife who I was dancin with like I was ****in
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin
to the concrete jungle of cement
Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin
Told my dogs peace, kept in movin, I was beat when
got to my crib, where the hell my keys went?
Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo
to the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas
A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands
Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it
Swingin slower and slower..
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin
Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it
Started my way up to where the noise and music was at
Froze, I couldn't react
Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some *****
mumblin ****, he had one hand on her ass
and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses
Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the ****
Searchin for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out buggin, whylin, what I'm gon do?
Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin through

Probably the Chef lyrics I posted inside the Fix's guestbook.

The one's from Glaciers of Ice. That **** is so damn sick.


Stand on the block reebok gun ****ed
Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em
Watch the alley cats bake em
Four-nine made em, jah create em take em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy
Get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?'
Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and
Blowin slow in a montaro flexin
Beats break heavily word to ins bless me
Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the killa hill locked and caged in-acap

That or Chef Lyrics from Casablanca:

Aiyyo,
It's all elegance
He spoke third power style high intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming,
Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes
Fiends beaming, steaming
Associated wit' names and demons
All apparant reasons
We live here the gate blew in a year
Sorta like time share where crime
Sport it like I shine yeah,
Rainbow dough was the emmo
So many flavours yo,
Buy your neighbour off underwater vault
Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco
Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, ***** dead up
Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up
Had a black wiz spoke German
Higher learning burning
Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
***** large percentage on her rich motor lodge
Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south
Paramedics rocked her,
Said she had connections out Anartica
Barrels of juices from Florida
Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin
Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead
Wise guys fell for her ambiance
Pull it together, black renassaince
Queen Elizabeth aunt
Crazy swift Cristal murderer
Guzzle the **** like she dying kid
Showing off her diamond
Flashbacks now it's me and him again
Last word I caught
'Put your money in we could have the **** bumpin'
That's federalo music
I caught the glimpse from the *****
When she winched yeah Santa a grinch
She blinked twitched her nose then froze
Check your Rolls by the blow
It's time to roll ***** let's go
I thought about it
Broke the money down
What's the total count it,
No count it over in the mix
Day going slower,
Nope not time to motor
He estimated over me not being a crook
Count it over
Yo only on the strength of my man
We ain't hit him wid the strong hand
Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
He backhand smacked her
Threw her on the table jacked her
I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
Police knocked on the door
Looked out the window of my room
As your, ***** yeah that's yours
He opened up the door this ***** wildin'
His ***** is in shock
Start smiling and speaking on Valen
Yo wisen up ***** this from the rich
Immobilize the game get your name right
Envelope came hype
Regards from the mayor you hype
**** right, lets **** this money up
And get large and blow outta sight

Raekwon is a verbal monster in every sense of the ****ing word.

Unbelieveable.

Raekwon is a verbal monster in every sense of the ****ing word.

Unbelieveable.
better put Method Man in the same sentense when you're mentioning verbal monsters.

better put Method Man in the same sentense when you're mentioning verbal monsters.

Meth is my favorite artist man.

I've done enough discussing him.

so what's your favorite verse then? I loooooove his first verse on Wu-Gambino's.

so what's your favorite verse then? I loooooove his first verse on Wu-Gambino's.

See....alot of people don't see eye to eye with me about his new stuff. The turn might be one of my favorite jams.....ever.

But in a purist sense...I'd have to say I like his verses from Simmons Inc.......this one:

Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins here
This sport's extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

But there are so many I can't name them all man.....but that **** right there always rings a bell when I think of his verses.

yeah bro The Turn on Tical 0 was pretty sick. That album had a couple pretty bangin songs but the reason it gets ragged on is because it had to many filler/party/sell out songs. Such as Baby Come On, We Some Dogs, Say What (CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID A SONG WITH MISSY!!), Rodeo (even though I sorta liked that joint), and a couple others.

A few other songs I liked on that album were Street Life and, suprisingly, What's Happenin' with Busta.

yeah bro The Turn on Tical 0 was pretty sick. That album had a couple pretty bangin songs but the reason it gets ragged on is because it had to many filler/party/sell out songs. Such as Baby Come On, We Some Dogs, Say What (CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID A SONG WITH MISSY!!), Rodeo (even though I sorta liked that joint), and a couple others.

A few other songs I liked on that album were Street Life and, suprisingly, What's Happenin' with Busta.

I like everything you just mentioned, and I never found a Meth song I didin't like. Like I've stated in the past.....he's my favorite artist hands down, and I think he's the best overall....because nobody is really on his level, except the case could be made for guys like Chino XL, Cannabis, and the rest of the guys from Wu Tang.

But another song that's stuck in my head is Elements from Judgement day. Here are the lyrics from the verse I like.

*****s comin out they shoes like they Usher
These mother****ers on the run, and they socks from
The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at *****s bitin'
Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'
Suckin' away from bustin'
Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class
Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
Plus we got a problem with the Benz
(What's the problem with the Benz)
She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends

That's hilarious......for real.

haha that is hilarious for real man..a lot of people talk about Biggie's sarcasm but Method's is far superior in my opinion. Judgement Day is a pretty sick album. At first it seems boring but after you listen to it a couple times it's pretty ****in sick.

now you know im not an eminem fan but i found this **** ridiculous. ace kills it too, btw for those wo dont really pay attention to masta ace, listen to ems style and than ace's. em has said he tried to emulate ace.....
Eminem

Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. I'll ****in.. I'll..
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
(*****!) 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


[Masta Ace]
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down **** so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the ***** and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My **** go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you ****in with some *****z like this who just don't care

haha that is hilarious for real man..a lot of people talk about Biggie's sarcasm but Method's is far superior in my opinion. Judgement Day is a pretty sick album. At first it seems boring but after you listen to it a couple times it's pretty ****in sick.

haha.

Meth's sarchasm is so damn funny. Like the first line from the prequel...

Once again, it's the super, pied piper
Light your lighters for the future
And I ain't talking about Mekhi Phifer

I laughed for like ten minutes after hearing that ****.

yeah I remember laughing at that ****. What about this from Killin' Fields:
Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us
I feel it in my bones, I can feel it
in my testosterone, when it's on
Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you *****-cat
Cognac off the meat rack, where the ***** at?
Johnny, got these *****z mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical

now you know im not an eminem fan but i found this **** ridiculous. ace kills it too, btw for those wo dont really pay attention to masta ace, listen to ems style and than ace's. em has said he tried to emulate ace.....
Eminem

Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. I'll ****in.. I'll..
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
(*****!) 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


[Masta Ace]
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down **** so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the ***** and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My **** go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you ****in with some *****z like this who just don't care

Yeah that **** is pretty cool. I like Eminem.

On a side note off topic however:

Nobody touches the Wu tang Clan. Nobody.

That is single handedly the greatest group ever assembled. From a Lyrics standpoint they make everyone else look ****ing stupid in a really bad way.

You know what glaciers of Ice is about right? the raekwon song?

It's about killing rastafarians over the drug trade.

That song is ****ing awesome man....I have nothing against Rastafarians but I think that song rules.

DJ Paul:

"Now when is comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery"

Project Pat:

"I know you sick of tha sicka, when you see the rims thicka"

"I straight flipuh, the cheese like pancakuh"

"Project Patuh, attractin dime piecuhs"

Crunchy Black:

"Shes just another ho that I met in the hood, I told her I was crunchy blac and it was all good"

Bun B's greatest verse:

This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya in New york *****s gettin shot fo bombers
Now they got yo life in palm of they hand like California
*****s who roll that hydroponic-marijuana
Gang bangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna
Down in Orange my ***** Pops died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game
I saw once before he died wished it was twice mayne
I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib
Lettin us act bad not giving a **** what we did
When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end
And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin
My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten
But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin in
So **** I walk around wit my mind blown in my own ****in zone
Cause one day you here the next day you gone

Yeah that **** is pretty cool. I like Eminem.

On a side note off topic however:

Nobody touches the Wu tang Clan. Nobody.

That is single handedly the greatest group ever assembled. From a Lyrics standpoint they make everyone else look ****ing stupid in a really bad way.

wu is the greatest group of all time, everyone carries there own wieght and with the exception of u-god i think its safe to say the wu have 8 members in the top 50 or 60 of all time.

^Was Shyheim ever really part of Wu-Tang? Or just a friend of the crew?

^Was Shyheim ever really part of Wu-Tang? Or just a friend of the crew?
wu is huge, its like a big ass family. shyhiem was never part of the clan but he is wu.

there has to be atleast 100 or more solo or group acts that are affiliated with the wu.

wu is the greatest group of all time, everyone carries there own wieght and with the exception of u-god i think its safe to say the wu have 8 members in the top 50 or 60 of all time.


masta killah, odb, inspectah deck are nowhere near top 50.

masta killah, odb, inspectah deck are nowhere near top 50.
odb is imo, i was stretching it a bit.


just for his charisma and presence alone, you are right about deck and m.k. i was being a stan.

RZA has always been one of my favorite of the bunch.He should put down more vocals IMO.His delivery and voice light up a track. :cool:

RZA has always been one of my favorite of the bunch.He should put down more vocals IMO.His delivery and voice light up a track. :cool:

I like RZA and he's like my second favorite guy behind meth.

I really couldn't assemble an order to favorites outside of Meth being at the top...but.

If I had to chose my 3 favorites from the clan I'd chose Meth, RZA and the Raekwon.

Since I've been listening to alot of Raekwon lately....I looked back and forgot how cool a song Rainy Dayz was.

Uploaded here to for your listening

http://media.putfile.com/Raekwon---Only-Built-4-Cuban-Linx---Rainy-Dayz

****ing awesome. That's what real rap is supposed to sound like.

Nas' verses on 'Halftime'. some of the sickest rapping iv ever heard in my life, and iv heard alot.

Notorious B.I.G. "All About the Banjamins"

Rockin Redman and Naughty, "Oh where my kitty kat?"
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight
**** the state pen, **** hoes at Penn State

Gangstarr, DWYCK

I chant eenie meenie, minie moe
I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes
Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this
I shake this you'll take this
I'm kinda fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meaning my mental state
Still I'm 5 foot 8
Crazy as I wanna be
Cause I make it orderly
You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost
The brotha dat will make you change opinions
Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick **** from
The heart, plus I get a piece of the action
I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late
When they dip in the kick they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is
I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise
Out on the expressway
Leavin the Bodega I say "suave"
Premier's got more beats den barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, neva have ta run

Gangstarr, DWYCK

I chant eenie meenie, minie moe
I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes
Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this
I shake this you'll take this
I'm kinda fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meaning my mental state
Still I'm 5 foot 8
Crazy as I wanna be
Cause I make it orderly
You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost
The brotha dat will make you change opinions
Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick **** from
The heart, plus I get a piece of the action
I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late
When they dip in the kick they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is
I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise
Out on the expressway
Leavin the Bodega I say "suave"
Premier's got more beats den barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, neva have ta run

Hands down...the stupidest lyrics of all time.

I'd expect that coming from you however...because you listen to whack music.....because you're whack.

Hands down...the stupidest lyrics of all time.

I'd expect that coming from you however...because you listen to whack music.....because you're whack.
Is it me, or is this guy saying that Biggie and Guru were wack?

Is it me, or is this guy saying that Biggie and Guru were wack?

Gangstarr is a ****ing douche.

The Biggie lyrics were decent....but he was fat and overrated.

Gangstarr is a ****ing douche.

The Biggie lyrics were decent....but he was fat and overrated.
Gangstarr was nasty. The Guru had some of the nestiest lyrics of the early 90's. Biggie was a legend, he had some of the slickest, most wittiest joints in history. Don't hate, just act like you know.

Gangstarr was nasty. The Guru had some of the nestiest lyrics of the early 90's. Biggie was a legend, he had some of the slickest, most wittiest joints in history. Don't hate, just act like you know.

You're taste in rap is as whack as the picture in your avatar.

Biggie in Let's Ride.
that was ill.

You're taste in rap is as whack as the picture in your avatar.
You're feeble attempts to bait me or far from subtle. I am a mature ninja, one who has the master zen that would kick your cyber thug ass in real life, hence it is far from necessary to flame with your ignorant "I love P. Diddy" bull****. My fave rappers/groups are:

2Pac
Tha Lost Boyz
Nas
Jay-Z
Gangstarr
Slick Rick
Dr. Dre
Snoop's first album
Wu Tang Clan
Raekwon and Method Man's solo ****
DMX

Right now, I think T.I. and Kanye are hot. Not really feeling Kanye's ego, though. But he is inovative and unique. Don't hate just to hate homeboy, you're not impressing me or anyone else.

No baiting Run.

No baiting Run.

"Asian_Sensation's" signature is a troll line, with bait attatched.

Juelz Santana, I'm Back

My 4 4 piece talking sound oh so sweet talking
Do mo mo street talking than Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, sling it well, shave it well
Hell, you looking at a preview of the Matrix 12

Some of my favorite Nas verses:

Classic Illmatic ****.

One for the money
Two for ***** and foreign cars
Three for Alize *****z deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain blanks
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin *****z, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that *****'s name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
**** 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane


This verse is some of the most haunting **** I've ever heard. I spit it for my co defendant one time and he said that it sent chills through him.

I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter
If the court paroal ya then another con enters
No remorse for your tears I seen em too often
When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out
Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming
Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property ***** stay legal

This ****'s mad deep. I always thought that Nastradamus was one of his most underrated and better albums.

Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, cause you ****ed her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What's trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your *****z don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with em the next day?
God forbid one of my *****z get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
til you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a ***** worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up

haha, this **** was just lethal

Y'all *****s deal with emotions like *****es
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn though
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
You a dick-ridin ******, you love the attention
Queens *****s run you *****s, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop ****, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss

In too Deep

Yo A yo A yo A yo
I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me
A constapated mental
Always ranged in the ghetto it's pain in the ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made
A "g" will get you gats sprayed
At my man's funeral it's like nobody care
The police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy
Soldiers small faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four fives
Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys
Never trust a ***** cuz a ***** lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when **** gets live
Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets

Sometimes I wonder

Blessing be to the ones who left us
Transcend into spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you rest in
To him we pray for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get that money yammy used to say, not only nice with his hands
But streetsmart, he was twice a man
I try to understand life's deep plot
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rock
They could have went pro but only God knows why not
Like my ***** Bing, let your sneakers be not clean
He'll start snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool ***** warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my *****

My man Will till we meet again
You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here
I hope you hear my prays clear


This is probably one of my favorite verses of his

*****z used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
'til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
just to prove we some creative *****z
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggle and hard work
War is necessary to my *****z in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted
Do your body right and it loves you back
You only get one life, and yo because of that
I'm still blazin, goin out for the cause
Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws
And it's like that

the last part of this verse is really poetic and it makes you think deeper. The hook is prob my favorite hook.

Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'
Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin'
Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs
One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs
Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
Pool parties beautiful view
You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style
Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile
Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses
Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'
Thinkin' damn wish my *****s could afford this
On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless
Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments
Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested
Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia
Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum
You should live, there's only one life that's the physical
Rich or poor in jail why the **** should you be miserable
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion
The ***** you love could start to hate you, the **** you use to do escape you
Things that make you laugh represent the past
Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor
*****s use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more
Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real


[b] There are couple more of his verses that I like. I'll post them later.

"The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels

Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel

Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel

Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table

That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent

Your empire falls and ya lose every cent

For tryin to blow up a scrub

Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb

Should of pumped it when I rocked it

*****z so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets

This goes on in some companies

With majors they're scared to death to pump these

First of all, who's your A&R

A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar

But he don't know the meaning of dope

When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap

that's cleaner than a bar of soap

And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight

Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight"
- GZA

one of the most ridiculous verses i've heard courtesy of j-live:

I keep honey in my archives to transform crowds into beehives

You best to be-lieve that J be Live

Arrive at this conclusion upon my introduction

from distance when the name rings bells you feel the suction

So in order to survive while going to J-Live

realize to speak wise by the way your lyrics (arrive)

Because in the obstruction of justice in my construction

Will lead to your abduction which leads to your destruction

For those that oppose the will or doubt the skill

I put you on the clock when I got time to kill

And seein as how there's never been a time better than now

Rewind rewards you wit a free refill

Last night, got caught in a gunfight, I think it was like
four *****z clutchin they burners and bustin
but only could see one in sight
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe
He wanted my life, come at a *****
with a gun and a knife
He tryin to make the wiped out ***** layin up under the white
But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
and burn to the light
And let myself be one more ***** that just got spun in the night
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe
with one in my pipe
But I'm not one of the type, and I'd rather lose all hung on the mic
Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR
at one in the night
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped
And I've played mother nature before
so yo I'm clappin thunder tonight
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
Send him to kiss Christ, and let my **** slice
in front of him twice
Let one splice, cause ****in with price, ain't tryin to be nice
I want him on ice, no back home
to a son and a wife
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
***** was all enticed to lead his life sheist
but none of it's nice
I peeped ****, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright
instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight
you son of a dykes
With one in the pipe, I'm aimin to light the one on the right
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece
get hunted for life
Four *****z cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life
up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice
and runnin with mice
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice
Slow biz and no kid's nigs
start runnin my wife
Only got one life, yo get this ****in, gun outta my sight
Back at the house, after midnight
I'm done for the night

kool g rap..... :eek:

i think moment of truth is sick. by gangstarr. house of pain have knots

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama I got this urge to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try
Maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
A life where we don't need no welfare
**** with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hug me
And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love

Just got the message you've been calling all week
Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's on G
We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
Cause it ain't easy being who we are
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
Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to play and strategize, my family's gotta eat
When we make somethin out of nothing
No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
If they could cut out all the busting
The liquor and the weed the cussing
Sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops (unconditional love)


I'll probably never understand ya ways
With everyday I swear I hear ya
Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Something inside, please let me die these are strange times
How come I never made it
Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes
So many vivid pictures, and all the currency
I'll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatters
Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
Cause everythang gonna be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry bout a thang baby
Girl I'm a soldier (huh)
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that, unconditional love

that **** is deep.

nas - get down

I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The ***** still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li ****
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't ****in witchu
He responded cool, but told me out here this how mother****ers

"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!"

This was an indirect diss at Pac. Imagine how Nasty Biggie coulda made it if he wanted to call him out. Tupac would have responded with "**** you *****" "**** your mom", all that typical stuff.

Kick in the Door


Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, **** Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
in tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra ****
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin
with my man Capone, dumbin, ****in somethin
You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'
so, Jesus, get off the Notorious
penis, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal ****
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal ****, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"

my favorite line is by d4l

Instead of money she keep condoms in her pocket

I take 7 MCs, put em in a line
and add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
now that's 21 MCs ate up at the same time
-Rakim AKA THE GOAT

This was an indirect diss at Pac. Imagine how Nasty Biggie coulda made it if he wanted to call him out. Tupac would have responded with "**** you *****" "**** your mom", all that typical stuff.

Kick in the Door


Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, **** Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
in tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra ****
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin
with my man Capone, dumbin, ****in somethin
You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'
so, Jesus, get off the Notorious
penis, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal ****
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal ****, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
nas said kick in the door was for him....

Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga ****
-nasir jones

Yeah I heard Nas say that, but I also heard it was for Tupac and Jigga but who knows for sure..
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga ****
-nasir jones

Cam'Ron in Banned from Television, feat. Big Pun , The Lox, and Nature:

Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on 6,666 pages
Wages, I rolled six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases

Cam'Ron and Nature both ripped it up on that ****.

My man Juelz Santana of Dipset, S.A.N.T.A.N.A, Santana is ill.


Okay, I'm reloaded, okay, the heat's loaded
Okay, now we rollin, okay (Santana)
My fo-fo peace talking, sound oh so sweet talking
Do mo, mo street talking, then Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, slang is well, shave it well
Hell, you looking a preview of the Matrix 12
L rock them, I'm hear to shake the bells
Shake your bells, what's my name (Santana)
You got that there right, I'm not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right
**** driving reckless, my mind is reckless
Plus I stay with two time crime offenders
I can't give it up, like an old man who can't get it up
I'm not a man til this up
So I'm rappin' badder, I'm back I'm badder
**** y'all probably thinking I'm taking rap Viagra (Santana)
Got as many songs as 'Pac had on lock stash
I can pop songs, just like I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch ***
I'm here to get the keys to the lock back
Open the door, close it, and relock that
Don't touch, stop that, it's locked black
And guess what, I'm back, I'm baaaaaaaaaack (Santana)

Yeah I heard Nas say that, but I also heard it was for Tupac and Jigga but who knows for sure..
it wasnt for jay, him and big were close to forming the commision.

Nas's God Son album is underated...

Nas's God Son album is underated...
its my second favorite....

The Roots-Thought @ Work

[Black Thought]
Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh?
Wanna pack can't handle your strap
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back
Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken
Wild out take fools out without joking
If I run out of shots I'm going out poking
On a date with sis we going out stroking
And the shot is fantastic
The fantastic is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bounce
we can go to the flat then get tantric
Yeah. you pronounce the name Tariq, any questions?
Street hip-hop I bring forth the essence
You see pulling up five deep
with nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP ****sucker prick
Suck a dick I'ma floss for the **** of it
Girls say the baw Black be on some other ****
***** talk like you work for the government
My words worth like Barnes & Noble
Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal
Spit thought name I'm a bomb your local
neighborness, for a ten mile radius
Well every ghetto craving this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the ground when I finesse the sound
Here come the controller

God's Son is my third favorite but there's some pretty nice ass tracks on there. Nas gotta do somethin with Kardinal Offishall mannn

Heres a tough question, which was better Stillmatic or God's Son? Both great albums, its hard to decide. I can't wait for his next realease...

Heres a tough question, which was better Stillmatic or God's Son? Both great albums, its hard to decide. I can't wait for his next realease...
i like gods son better....

Heres a tough question, which was better Stillmatic or God's Son? Both great albums, its hard to decide. I can't wait for his next realease...
for me it goes:
Illmatic
Stillmatic
It Was Written
God's Son
I Am...
Lost Tapes
Streets Disciple
Nastratrash

Stillmatic is a borderline classic, I don't think God's Son is on its level. Stillmatic is a really nasty and deep album. Even the title suggests how deep it is.

I don't understand all the hatred for I Am...
Very solid album.

Love the Roots. Pure talent. I appreciate them and the NERD on a whole 'nother level than most artists.
The Roots-Thought @ Work

[Black Thought]
Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh?
Wanna pack can't handle your strap
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back
Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken
Wild out take fools out without joking
If I run out of shots I'm going out poking
On a date with sis we going out stroking
And the shot is fantastic
The fantastic is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bounce
we can go to the flat then get tantric
Yeah. you pronounce the name Tariq, any questions?
Street hip-hop I bring forth the essence
You see pulling up five deep
with nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP ****sucker prick
Suck a dick I'ma floss for the **** of it
Girls say the baw Black be on some other ****
***** talk like you work for the government
My words worth like Barnes & Noble
Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal
Spit thought name I'm a bomb your local
neighborness, for a ten mile radius
Well every ghetto craving this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the ground when I finesse the sound
Here come the controller

I don't understand all the hatred for I Am...
Very solid album.
iam was very good, it should have left off a few songs though. dr. knockboot was terrible.

I think people hate it because of those few bad apples it had such as Dr.Knockboot, Life is What You Make It, K I S S I N G, etc.

What is The Roots' best albums?

I think people hate it because of those few bad apples it had such as Dr.Knockboot, Life is What You Make It, K I S S I N G, etc.

What is The Roots' best albums?

Their best is Illadelph Halflife. Great songs: What They Do, Concerto of the Desperado, No Great Pretender, Clones, One Shine, etc among others...

Well that's my favorite at least.

Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...

[Main Flo]
My ***** I know thieves that grow trees
for the fours, for the dope, for the smoke and the four ki's
Know *****z that throw ki's
on the boat, with the dope, with the coke and the trophies
speed it up like ho please
Big ballers, mo' cheese
goatees, 40 ounce of the OEs
For the tons, to the ki's, to the pounds to the Oz's
bag it up for the lo-fi's
Street hustlers toke weed, both Gs
One time for the OGs, flip birds in OTs, dro' breeze
Hot time for the low-cs
invest the proceeds, no peace
Roll *****z in the opi's, for the scope, the soap
the slope and the roast these
Know *****es who take **** for the sake
for the wake, for the snake, for the cake glist'
Know *****es that make wits
for the sake, the grape, the rape and the fake tits
Speed it up 'fo the jake hits
no time for baked bits
Make hits, write down where the lake sits
From the blocks, take trips to the lines, to the flake glist'
Ride around in the '86
Why bredren hate tricks, lay chicks
One time for the state picks, one time for eight bricks, great clicks
frontline for the state picks, all in my wavemix, stay fixed
Main Flo gotta escape quick
from the gate to the plate to the date to the matrix

main flo off of killah preists the rain....

okay i cant find the lyrics but the song of the year is ras kass' write where i left off. so dope....

he uses homonyms through out the song, insane concept.

for the dummies:

A homonym is a word that has the same pronunciation or spelling (or both) as another word, but a different meaning.

Canibus - Poet Laurette

"Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me
when they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
in glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories
the first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
he believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
and he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars
liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
but he would never take it out his archives
He wrote 2 songs per day
and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey
he got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day
it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane
He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same
Especially when there's nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it
properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
to extract the information
They found it utterly amazing
they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him
cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
with sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS
in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds
so many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes

[*beat switches*]

Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom
adjusting the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
affects the population, fluctuation
on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
The juxtaposition of Canibus's position
the precision something no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence
You didnt go to college obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
when the brain orders the body not to breathe
Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league
you couldnt possibly be hotter then me
Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze
but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively, ***** please
my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak
my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
even though it sort of urked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line
Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress
a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process
obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multi-lateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
my attitude is ****ed up but abrogable
Different methods interpreted into different forms
from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved
theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
48 orders of mechanical laws
and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-obsorbed
but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
permitting you heard of Beezlebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
with the DJ doing the needle rub
Chances are you'll never see me son
yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub

[*beat switches*]

I came to holla at some big booty *****es
and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?
Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
its deep as ****, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff
theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap **** alone
and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own
delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
and become "Cani-millenia man"
Grave my back with the emperor's stamp
been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every warrior has an axe to bury
but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane
It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames
and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearin in my head
over and over again, it cost me everything

[*beat changes back to the original beat*]

I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view I think its to late
Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception
in the movement in any direction as progression
Even though of the potency of it lessens
big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a **** no more, no one goes to the book store
ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr
his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
to the right full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do
Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's
sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes
"Canibus why dont you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
That's why I said it so vehemently
You need to replace the hate with respect
I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!"

I heard this song and I was like "DAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!"

"I'm hittin fine models and stabbin punks with broken wine bottles
I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks
I sex chicks, I'll even **** a dead *****
Always sprayin Tecs, because I be stayin vexed
Some ***** named Dex, was in the projects layin threats
I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin
Put his brains in the street
Now you can see what he was just thinkin" - Big L

"****in punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never ****, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man ****
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't **** with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no **** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up *****, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
****in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that ***** is a fool" - Big L

Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's Yourz

U-God from Wu-Tang's Its Yourz

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
**** got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the ***** said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was ****in everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"
Disrespect my click, my ****'s imperial
**** around and made her milkbox material
You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real **** a ***** ****, uhh..

Notorious B.I.G. from Get Money

Camp Lo on some other ****...

Wow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXcG5wFq028&search=cooly)

"From Beva to Bevro in the Montaro slidin to Dero'
With bottles of Asti Spumanti to tranquilize my heaven
Count seven we gettin 'splicit
Shootin sugar to the shorties
Luchini to spare let me see your 'istols in the air
Word life"

One of the most ridiculous verses ever spoken courtesy of Cee-Lo:

"I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm
An entire ocean of emotion
That's enlightening to swim in
Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace
Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release"

http://www.thecriticscorner.com/Covers/CeeLo-Cover.jpg

I just heard Edan's verse on Cut Chemists' "Storm". That **** is crazy.

I like verse from that Houston mix tape.

Song: Slick Talkers
Artist: CRK

I talk slick,
Mouth like a loaded cartridge,
Got game to leave these *****es noxious, Caution,
Cold-hearted with no feeling just game hard dick,
That's all I walk with,
That's all a broad gets,
They be like, "Dog, you heartless."
Regardless, Tricks come up off it,
Cash, checks or charge it,
It's a must a I make a profit,
The same money you trick is the same money I floss with,
What you thought, *****?
I never fell off or lost it,
Game advanced, upgrade, I'm still on that ball ****,
Work'em til they're exhausted,
Or until we're all rich,
Never trick on a hoe, boy we're on that MOB ****.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/0xn56d

I'm sorry, that's not whack!

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones pt II

[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

slick Talkers

I spit game like tech nine shells,
Protect myself, with trojan mags,
Sippin henny as I joke and laugh,
Ten minutes in her ear and I'm poking ass,
I cut that body like a broken glass,
She said, "Don't call before you come, you have an open pass."
VS know what's up, The freak hoe wanna ****,
Just a blunt some Hennessey and Hypno in my cup,
From her mouth it may go to her butt, If that's her flavor,
I don't bar it Imma playa, And Imma tape us on camera I can watch it later,
No need jack dudes, pull straps, bust guns,
When I can break a ***** and confiscate her trust funds,
I got the goods baby!
I pull dimes, ain't no need to brag,
I got a hoe, of fo' sho suck start a jag,
You want one, put your money where your mouth is,
Cash your checks, holla back, **** your house bills.

My second verse on an old song I did called "Fast life"

It's the fast life, fast life this life is trife
it's like a tunnel of darkness without the slightest light
my mic device incites the hype to write
inspite the trife the fight adds a spice to life
up at night, rollin closer to the edge of insanity
no vanity, this life is like a roller coaster
and everyday is colder, it just moves too fast
and people you used to know, now in the news too bad
and kids you used to watch over, just grew to trash
and now you're depressed and sad when you used to laugh
but **** all of that, man, I gotta stay in the process
of progress to get a hold of and cop checks

**** it, might as well type up the first verse, also.

This for all the *****s out there that don't give a ****
doing anything to touch and get a hold of the bucks
blastin' slugs at the cops, masked and gloved with a sock
and running up in your spot, cappin up with the glock
**** is real, ain't no freels or no oscar deals
it's mob appeal, we livin just to rob and chill
and cop and build, with everybody countin them checks
and sitting back in a lex, just drinkin a becks
but reality seems to test any dreams of that
and the means to catch a lot of streams of cash
just seem to have holes in 'em, like there's no winnin,
so I figured just **** it.. the hell with the whole system
I'm a go out blisterin', drunk off the cris an gin
runnin up in your car, smashing the ignition in
at 4 in the morning, yo, **** who's listenin
whatever it takes, I'm a get the chips an win

damn kiddies, the best verse I ever heard........
Did you really think that you would keep a secret from me
When I know you like the back of my hand, c'mon now
I can tell you on the low tryin to hide something
Tryin to hide something, but you aint hide nothing
I been watching you for a minute I already know
Watcha doin you can't hide it from me, c'mon now
I can tell you on the low tryin to hide something
tryin to hide something, you can't hide nothing
Imma call U Out, Imma Call U Out, Ohhhh (x3)

...damn that ****s sick as hell!

See i met this woman from hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said iiiii
Lips were breakfest
***** was lunch
Then her titties busted open with hawian punch

Could there be any better? God that song brings back memories.

The bling bling era was cute, but it's about to be done
I'll leave you fulla' clips (eclipse) like the moon blockin the sun, my metaphors are dirty like herpes, but harder to catch
Like an escape tunnel in prison I "started from scratch"

Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all about comin up
Makin sure no punks are runnin up
Because I'm a gangster havin fun)
Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton
Terrible, I never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang, sold undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin from the police
Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief
or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal
Leave your car open, gank for your stereo
Hard and raw, no regard for the law
Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?
Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me
*****es! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I gotta curse
out anybody gettin on my nerves
You get beat, ganked, broke and served
So... you know who I am
and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn

no more questions by eazy-e, probly one of my favorite songs.

Dre

If it was up to me
You mutha****as would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and **** rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

Lupe

So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh marketing
Oil field augering
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin
Sand camouflage army men
CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
Louis Vuitton modelin, ****ographic actress honorin
String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin
Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them
They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and
All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

Eazy-E Real Mother****in G's (diss to dr.dre and snoop dog)

I never meet a OG who never did **** wrong, u trying to diss a Eazy-E so now ***** its on, U and yo doggy dog thought yall were hoggin ****, both of yall *****es can come and suck my doggie dick,

Its a trip how a ***** can switch so quick, from wearing lip stick, to smoking on cronic at picnics,

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
**** 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 bull****tin you

- Talib Kweli...

+Pimp C+ the wings on an underground king
Who's also klingon, to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, by the +Spinks+ like Leon
A lion in the desert, I fly in on a pegassus, you fly in on a pheasant
Writer of the white powder, spit of the fire flower
Spit hot fiya, like Dylon on Chappelle skit

- Lupe Fiasco...

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 ****
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 **** is amusing
*****es 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 ****, run ****
**** run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill ****
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, ***** 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

- R.A. The Rugged Man...

No one at her school helps, they're packed with passifists
Who just watch the tragedy unfold, like traffic accidents

- Me...

nas - dance is one of the most beautiful songs ever period

and you've been my guide through all the trouble i faced
they playing our song the lifebeat my hand on your waist
i grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes
spin you around with my eyes closed
dreaming i could have....

I believe I already posted my favorites, these are MY quoteables, as in **** I wrote:

"You nitwits can see the inside of a casket lid quick/Should dummies think 'outside the box' like ventriloquist kits"

"Pulled Excalibur from the lake and, raped the ***** swimmin/Nostradamus predicts hardships: The tape drops this winter"

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I hold it down for my *****z that's spending there last days in the county
And for the *****'s that's sending them work laced in them brownies
For them *****z that's popped Jess I'm raising the bounty
'Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me
That's real talk with the real chalk on ya, resting in a twin glock coma
The flows glaucoma who's seeing me now? Out MCing me now?
I win at 106 ****ting on the audience with AJ and free in the crowd
I ain't no ****ing mix tape fake thug take an ak slug in that ***** **** fake mug
And it's alright to show the late greats love
But some of y'all are riding dicks and don't know it like the date-rape drug
Catch me with your little niece on the couch
Kick her out the house with no blouse, Capris on slouch
I ain't **** I just poked at her throat like a Capri sun pouch
Point blank I'm a ****ing problem capech I'm out

And there it is....

heat...

i might have posted that already, but whatever. it's nice.

Heres a tough question, which was better Stillmatic or God's Son? Both great albums, its hard to decide. I can't wait for his next realease...

Thats not a tough question at all. It's easily Stillmatic

Lets get this going again

My ****

~Tha Future~(Self titled album)

Got guns u *****z dont fire it/ i rock the 45 like MJ out of retierment

I ride solo on some dolo ****/ your **** rollled all together on some homo ****

Cop the album late march yall

i might have posted that already, but whatever. it's nice.

better twice then never, baby!

Thats not a tough question at all. It's easily Stillmatic

agreed.
easy question.

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Definitely one of the best verses I've heard in years......

between a whole scene of drug money drama that my soul seen
lookin' through an old screen while we roll green
drink shots, represent, peppermint peach schnaps
think blot through the ink spots to get a mink fox
daily, who the flyest *****, bet they say me
blaze crazy and bring it like phoenix, AZ
the poetic gon' set it, don't sweat it
hittin' hoes til they flo' standin bow legged
phat kat, ronny cash, got a john gotti stash
put you in a body cast from a shotty blast
real talk, shed light on you in a still spark
got the brand new wheels park while you still walk
spill thoughts, you dumb *****s make me feel smart

so sick

Check the verse before last on Misunderstood. Twista goes off sick ass flow.

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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 ****
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 **** is amusing
*****es 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 ****, run ****
**** run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill ****
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, ***** 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

I'm tasteless, there's beauty in strange places
I find beauty in razors
I find beauty in blood drippin from ya faces
I find beauty in the Qur'an and all of its Aramaic equations
I find beauty in twelve gauges
I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is,
I find beauty stainless steel,
that can kill and reveal the front of your grill
Your brainless

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"It's the broadstreet bully and the killa with no face, my mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase"

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It go punch, shoot, stab, kill
Smoke this, sniff that, *****, pass the pills
*****z rappin' 'bout daffodils, tree-hugger
That's when the gat slap ya grill: P mug ya
My defense is offense, offense is nonsense
Drunk with a kufi on, prayin' to Allah bent
Clark Kent with the glasses off
Power-****in' Lois Lane cuz her ass is soft
Kryp-to-nite, but I'm a Blood today
Latin King tomorrow, keep it caliente
I send Spanish *****z to visit ya label
Rep for mi gente, and take ya digital cable
The god hard body, y'all ain't physically able
To test me, I'm Jet-Li—this whippin' is fatal



Sean Price

I'll just edit this from time to time.

Some of my favorite lines:

Kool Keith

"Microwave up your big mac with a dead rat" -Favorite line of his

"With 27 dead people in Pontiac Michigan, 28 in Denver, 28, I can't remember"

"While y'all talk gangster, I push body parts in shopping carts"

"Star struck with one buck your girl look like Donald Duck"

"Gettin' your hair sowed in, cause your facial expression look like a ****in rodent"

Nas

"I switched my motto, instead of saying **** tommorow, that buck that bought the bottle could have struck the lotto"

Favorite verses

Artist:Cormega
Song:Live ya life

verse:
You had an addiction
It was so clear
Child welfare came into your home and apprehended your children
Now you faced with a decision
What ya love more : simulation or your children?
The Choice is yours, In the presence of evil
you started sniffin', Boy you was scared of them needles
Your man died from sharin' with people
You know that dope good if you said it's diesel
but now you staring at your kids room, and it don't seem true
It's sunny outside but it don't seem blue
You got kids who need you
What you gonna do?
The only way you gonna make things right -
Is to get yourself together and Live Ya Life...

Artist:Scarface
Song:This Can't be life

verse:
Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two
Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars
Lovin your kids just like he was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I woulda been wrong
I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
This can't be life

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