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| EmSeeD |
Date: Wednesday, 08/Apr/09, 4:01 PM | Message # 46 |
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this isn't the most lyrical but it's still a fave Go get a girl to get soft and warm,
go get excited, you've been invited,
to a quiet storm
but now its outta hand coz you told me you hate me
and then you ask what have i done lately
first you say if all you need is love and affection
let me be your angel and i'll be your protection
take you out by you all kinds of things. its called an attitude
you need food to eat up
im steaming like im dreaming on a couch with my feet up
you scream im lazy you must be crazy
thought i was a donut you tried to glaze me
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Wednesday, 08/Apr/09, 4:01 PM | Message # 47 |
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Heads
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eric b and rakim
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| Render215 |
Date: Wednesday, 08/Apr/09, 5:56 PM | Message # 48 |
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I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity, who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following, so big, that if i counted all the freaks that followed me, I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology... lol
"People said his brain was infected by Devils..."
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Thursday, 09/Apr/09, 1:30 AM | Message # 49 |
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who said that?
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| PNobleDaLyricist |
Date: Thursday, 09/Apr/09, 11:54 AM | Message # 50 |
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i dont think y'all listen 2 dis dude but one of my newest favorite verses came from Ransom ransom-No introduction They say that the fire is gone but it never left
hotter than a brimstone found deep in the devil's chest
no religion I hold the vision farther than heaven's steps
hope you listen ain't no forgiven driven by every breath
My pops could've stuck around but instead he left
so he met his death fuck grievin I'm already stressed
Bring it to the calisthenics nice steady reps
I'm doin heavy sets drinkin on every rest
they say I'm very blessed, I think a different way
I sell a clip of yay and now ya got kicks today
I ain't got shit to say this is just a sick display
street religion I give'em grab a clip and pray
I'm legendary and sharper than ten machetes
my vocals evoke spirits and wake up the cementaries
where acres of men are buried, my hands on the eagles
and the only safeties I know they play in the secondary
you haters are never ready, my words' dope
take 'em in vain they have you shakin like paces from epilepsy
I'm sayin you best respect me the last one of his kind
a street prophet you better pray that this vest protect me
don't wait 'til the feds arrest me my life should be celebrated
visons of middle-aged niggas sayin they never made it
the world's segregated the have and have-nots
blast shots what you expect we ain't been educated
I'm mentally elevated I meant to be levitated
those who oppose me is eventually devastated
I'm hated by many respected by all
loved by the ones who told me I was destined to fall
aggressive and raw I don't use discretion at all
artistic violence all of my weapons can draw
From here to eternity my words'll be surgery
mercif'ly the devil occurs to ever gave birth to me
the booth is my solitude this is church for me
you shouldn't even exist on the same earth as me
send 'em straight to mercury for tryin to spit their verse at me
I'm perfectly chiseled from cast-iron
my verses is scriptures from past Zion
I worship the pistol and blast iron
submersed in the issues of scag buyin
My vivid tells, a street horror, I leave scars
in the worst part of your brain that destroy you like pearl harbor
this boy is the world's author
autobiographical scriptures, the first father
just listen and work harder Added (09/Apr/09, 11:54 Am)
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Quote (8Diagrams) clipse - hello new world I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+
"Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its me
Make em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where its s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta be you 4got dis part They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning!
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| ill |
Date: Thursday, 09/Apr/09, 3:24 PM | Message # 51 |
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haha yeah but i didnt really like
Quote (PNobleDaLyricist) And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
that line of the verse jay z d'evils This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all trying to win, but then again
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much
You know they're trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils...
The World Is Yours
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| Render215 |
Date: Thursday, 09/Apr/09, 7:10 PM | Message # 52 |
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Emcees
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Eminem , my fault...
"People said his brain was infected by Devils..."
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| LoveThatHipHop |
Date: Thursday, 09/Apr/09, 9:47 PM | Message # 53 |
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The first verse of "State of Clarity" by Guru feat. Common.
This is common's verse:
My mind blows decisions at times indecisive, I think about the paradox that life is, keep my head to the sky and understand who Christ is, turn off the news cuz everyday is a crisis, lifeless niggas on the couch weeded out, there certain types of niggas out my life I weeded out, I believe in the route of soul before paper, no gold before labor, truth told with no glaziers, days are getting darker quick, I was told that it was written imma author it, wanna go the same place that the martyrs went, the Black figures on the wall in my apartment, like LaDanian yall I be charging it, touching down with the people from my town, its the Chi that be giving me my ground, dug in the crates of my soul and I found, clarity.
Because I'm cool like dat. I'm chill like dat. I'm peace like dat.
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| NtG |
Date: Thursday, 09/Apr/09, 10:20 PM | Message # 54 |
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ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now
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| Authentic |
Date: Friday, 10/Apr/09, 11:22 AM | Message # 55 |
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got a lot of favorite verses, but this one is one of the best from Main Source - Live at the BBQ (feat. Nas) by the way is nas' verse Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket
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| Menace |
Date: Saturday, 11/Apr/09, 9:02 AM | Message # 56 |
Heads
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throw a molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think
Organize the hood under I ching banners
Red, black and green instead of gang bandanas
F.b.i. spying on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society
With no respect for the peoples right to privacy
Ill take a slug for the cause like Huey.P
While all you fake niggaz try to copy master p
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Sunday, 12/Apr/09, 5:18 AM | Message # 57 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ? a penis didnt cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty calis
Rockin lizard ballys while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-os then parlay in reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
Weve seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
Thatll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our giorgio armanis
You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a coke without the cola
Me and black dont fake jacks but we might sling one
It aint no shame in our game we do our thing son - Kool G Rap
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Sunday, 12/Apr/09, 5:19 AM | Message # 58 |
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Heads
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Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback - Inspectah Deck
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| ill |
Date: Thursday, 04/Jun/09, 5:26 PM | Message # 59 |
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Joseph, but am not ur average Joe tho,
I will murk your whole team on a solo,
cos am massive in da game ur a midget in da game, am like pizza hut an ur like pizza go-go,
me wife a ho? thats a no-no,
neva give no girl my last rolo,
cos am still get thoughts of my girl goin up and down on her ex man like a yoyo!! also yo, anytime you see me wearing a glove
boy better know i got the gun in my boxers
i dont wanna send an emcee to the doctors
i just wanna win a MOBO then go for the oscars
thers only 1 skepta so i gotta link down any imposters
lick off your head like innocent fosters
cant take skeng man for pocahontis
The World Is Yours
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| ThaScience |
Date: Thursday, 04/Jun/09, 5:41 PM | Message # 60 |
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Nas Verbal Intercourse is the best.. also U-god in Da Mystery of Chessboxin, INS the Rebel in Triumph, Nas Memory lane verse 2 and It aint hard to tell verse 1, Nas Purple verse 1, 2Pac Keep ya head up verse 2, Q Tip's first verse in Elelctric Relaxation, Big L Lifestylez song and Represent, etc but this one right here just straight kills everything except verbal intercourse. My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you expect
To catch wreck in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
Never had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white cops till the life stops
For a low price hops
Cause my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap, click-clack
Sorry jack but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was speakin
He started reaching
So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
Message edited by ThaScience - Thursday, 04/Jun/09, 5:44 PM
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