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Quotes can come from any artist you thought had a tight line or verse or if you have something of your own.

Don't forget to name the source.

Like for example you'd say a verse like:

"Prepare for the worst / this next verse is the face of death.

Me without lyrics, is like a porn flick without sex"

- Canibus

Or you could include the album too like :

Canibus / Can-I-Bus

Or whatever you want as long as you name the source.

"Before she get her back blown.
Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin'.
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact.
Runnin' track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit' my rap slogan.
Jack Frost, leave 'em frozen.
Bust flows and never lay tex' without my Trojan."

Method Man last verse (part of) from Step by Step.

-AC

http://www.killermovies.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&postid=5781980#post5781980

''Slay Bambi, spray his whole family,
Tried to act cute got his hooves in my pantry''
> El-P - Dead Disnee

''I beat the odds, like an abusive freakshow owner''
> Copywrite - Forbidden Scriptures

''The last cat that tried to see me,
He now gotta touch braille''
> Vast Aire - Straight off the D.I.C.

''Pacify a crowd but you suck like Maggie''
> Birdapres - Bad Actorb

''I'll be the ice-breaker for you unskilled skaters''
> GZA - Illusory Protection

''Inspired by doom death and metal objects
Like a young Zev Love X reading Marvel comics''
> Cage - Perfect World

''As much as I love pussy, you can't feed it to me,
Know why? I don't eat anything that bleeds for a week and don't die''
> Louis Logic - Coochie Coup

Originally posted by Inspectah Deck
http://www.killermovies.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&postid=5781980#post5781980

I tried clicking on that link and even tried cut and paste it on on the address bar, but it just takes me back to the main KMC window..o well.

An Ill Meth verse Alpha, no doubt especially that last line.

I like:

"Im tougher than denim / Lethal like venom in snake bites,

the marijuana makes my eyes bright / red like brake lights"


-Canibus


And from the same artist, i like :

"Mc's run away when I kick it / They act so chicken, they should come

with a large drink and a biscuit."

lol

The planet revolves, supposedly, man evolves
But no problem is solved, cause man is the cause
- Ras Kass

The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
- Rza

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
- Gza

Originally posted by -hh-

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
- Gza

So is that what he says. I always thought it was :

"Thinking that their lyrical surgeons / their only microphone virgins.

And if you ain't born to mic, you couldn't hurt a bee."

o well, here's an ill one:

"I analyze guys wit Montana eyes /
And vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise /
Cut 'em down like Samurais /
Kickin' that real shit that you fantasize, /
Nigga step aside and recognize /

Kool G. Rap

I'm cocking it low / Ready to hurt foes, on dirt roads /
Making my hand jerk from every burst / I gave the 1st blow. /
Keepin' alert though / giving 'em red clothes / giving they shirt holes / 3 birds and blow up in the back seat / I squirted the hoe / she could've been a model / coke bottle figure / Instead she fitted just like a desperado / Left her head hollow / 2 slugs to swallow / Who's next to follow /

i love this jam..i gotta keep goin.

Some cats behind some cactuses / clappin hazardous / who these ******* is / wit low shot averages / bussin' right back at they cabbages / Giving them flashbacks of baby carriages / This mexican inside this Lexus / tryin to crash my shit / driving wreakless / look like he's desperate / pulled down the tinted glass and let the tech spit. / Ejected, his car flew in a bodega wit his neck hit / body and head were separate / totally disconnected.

best canibus lines ive ever heard

"breakin' the laws of physics with metaphors and lyrics,
speakin' to dead poets by conjurin' up their spirits"
- canibus

"i got divine chromosomes in me,
my eggs'll scramble the eggs in a womans ovaries"
- canibus

"comin' up short like 69 with a midget"
- vakill

"i got an army of skinny robots hidin in the cracks of the sidewalk,
that'll rise up and surround you and enter your brain through your eyeballs,
syphon your rhyme thoughts, rewrite all of your minds flaws,
until the only thing you'll ever say is thew best emcee is icon"
- icon the mic king

"my rhymes have minds of their own they fight eachother for supremecy,
so you never hear my best verse its just those that survive in my memory"
- icon the mic king

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
So is that what he says. I always thought it was :

"Thinking that their lyrical surgeons / their only microphone virgins.

And if you ain't born to mic, you couldn't hurt a bee."

o well, here's an ill one:

"I analyze guys wit Montana eyes /
And vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise /
Cut 'em down like Samurais /
Kickin' that real shit that you fantasize, /
Nigga step aside and recognize /

Kool G. Rap

I'm cocking it low / Ready to hurt foes, on dirt roads /
Making my hand jerk from every burst / I gave the 1st blow. /
Keepin' alert though / giving 'em red clothes / giving they shirt holes / 3 birds and blow up in the back seat / I squirted the hoe / she could've been a model / coke bottle figure / Instead she fitted just like a desperado / Left her head hollow / 2 slugs to swallow / Who's next to follow /

i love this jam..i gotta keep goin.

Some cats behind some cactuses / clappin hazardous / who these ******* is / wit low shot averages / bussin' right back at they cabbages / Giving them flashbacks of baby carriages / This mexican inside this Lexus / tryin to crash my shit / driving wreakless / look like he's desperate / pulled down the tinted glass and let the tech spit. / Ejected, his car flew in a bodega wit his neck hit / body and head were separate / totally disconnected. see that's what i thought he said too, i check ohhla.com and it had that so right now im not sure

Originally posted by Phat J

"i got an army of skinny robots hidin in the cracks of the sidewalk,
that'll rise up and surround you and enter your brain through your eyeballs,
syphon your rhyme thoughts, rewrite all of your minds flaws,
until the only thing you'll ever say is thew best emcee is icon"
- icon the mic king



lol, an Ill-ass verse right there. That Canibus song "Channel Zero" has some carzy shit like that in it to.

I like:

"In this profesion, I gets busy without a question /

Seeing me is like seeing a vampire's reflection."


lol You can't see 'im, he's to nasty that's why.

thats an acapella too, hes my favourite emcee.

Whateva, the weather be / I got mental telepathy /

So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's.


Redman

Time for some Killa Bee poison darts son...http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/images/wu-tang/Wu-Tang_Small_Logo_gray.gif

''Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony
Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me
I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second
To break your back like Big Jack from Tekken''
> RZA - Samurai Showdown

''These ancient rhymes are lethal,
When manifested bring wrath of bloody vengeance
To suckers that second guessed it
Confess it, I got the type flows that'll make you stagger
Came out my mother's womb with a blunt, and bloody dagger''
> Dr Doom - Fatal Sting

''I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypothesis can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery''
> Inspectah Deck - Triumph

''Automatically I reign supreme,
Laser beam tracks and graze your brain
Hit your spleen, ricochet and decay, exit clean''
> Killa Sin - Universal Soldiers

"Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual"
-Nas verse on Verbal Intercourse

^disgustingly ill, how the f*ck does a 9th grade dropout come up wit somethin like this?

nas bodied both rae and ghost on this track. lol, its prolly even the best verse on OB4CL!

peace

Originally posted by #16
disgustingly ill, how the f*ck does a 9th grade dropout come up wit somethin like this?

nas bodied both rae and ghost on this track. lol, its prolly even the best verse on OB4CL!

peace

lol some ill verses, word up to Triumph and that Nas piece. But I don't know if it was the best verse on OB4CL, i'd have to relisten to it again.

I agree, Nas was the illest on that track but i don't know if he really bodied Rae and Ghostface, they ripped it too.


Ready for the grimyness?:

As I steps in side the playground / I lays down the law at the door /
Any nigga thats lookin for trouble, gots to face these silver double fours /
That I be packin on my hip / hollows tips inside the clip /
Ready to leave a nigga ripped and leave his wig spilt /
to the side / as a homicide's commited / I gets rid of niggas quick /
cause ain't no bullshit commited, I'm an outlaw. / The motherf***in' villain doin' killin's and I won't stop till the morgue got bodies stacked up to the f***in' ceilin' / It ain't no drive by / I'm masked as a bag lady, disguised / so surprise! / you got a hole between your f***in' eyes / niggas is grazed / catchin' strays, from the blaze / amazed by the ways I lays 'em down, when my shit sprays / crazy brains hangin' and niggas veins are swingin' / bangin and gun slangin even my own f****in' ears are ringin' / Cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's / do a hail mary / and make Bloody Marys, out of your capillaries / pieces of flesh, hangin of that niggas chest / cause that vest / that he dressed / couldn't **** wit the Smith and Wes / Mo'f***a's runnin for miles / bodies stacked up in piles / i'm killin' executioner's style.

lol

Kool G. Rap

nice g rap^ thumbup

U-God- Pleasure and Pain

Representin... how much gold can one man claim?
Over horizon, recognize him, it's candy rain
Flusty, lookin out of dusty old window pane
with nothin to lose, but everythin to gain
So far to go, much more is unclaimed
No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps
stumpin somethin gritty, it's gun nitty in the city
that never sleeps, street sweepin
is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein
A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom
On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour
I came to realize, the sin is most inner-most power

BUG

"Whose foolin' who?
Whose foolin' who, well I can't believe my eyes

High wire, firewire, stressed, doomed, denigrated
Bush whacked, side-tracked, tired of being manipulated
Brain dead, paranoid, the mutant pact is activated.
Acting out..just automated

Forked tongues everywhere, can't believe a word they're sayin'
In the news, on the net, channel hopping, mind boggling
Trying hard to find solutions, constant media pollution
Mind control robot stare me in the face

Where do I look, where can I turn?
Always conquering the world, is there nothing we have learned?
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Is it really my reflection or a channel on TV?

Whose foolin' who?
If you're fooling yourself, then whose foolin' who?

Electromagnetic vibrations fill the air
Contaminate my mind, confusion and despair
I can't tell what's going on most of the time
I'm full of desires, that aren't even mine!

Hounded, grounded, frowned upon, isolated
Sensory overload, not what I anticipated
Totally drained, and I'm down on my knees
Existence in denial, I'm losing my mind

What do you see when nothing is real
Are you a dream or just a figment of my mind
Or a chemical reaction running rampant inside?
Truth is not what it used to be!

Whose foolin' who?
If you're fooling yourself, then whose foolin' who?

Can you trust what you see?
What you hear?
What you read in the papers, on TV?
CNN, CBS, UPN, TBN
When will it ever end?
Always living in the red
Are we the living dead?
This is living hell
Strange little world that's all in your head

What do you see when nothing is real?
Are you a dream or just a figment of my mind
Or a chemical reaction running rampant inside?
Truth is not what it used to be!

Whose foolin' who?
Whose foolin' who, well I can't believe my eyes

If you're fooling yourself
Then whose fooling who?
You!
Here! I'm talking to you!".

-Dave Davies

Clown keep f***n, and you'll be dead G / I'm spittin out the lead see /
to split your f***in' head, like the Red Sea / Charged up wit anger / six slugs in every chamber / dangerous stranger / wit itchy trigger fingers, like a Ranger / I'm comin' to split your cabbage like a savage, and put 2 in yo ass, ***** / And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage / So head for the hills / I kills niggas for thrills / causing crazy blood spills / when I let one drill in your grill / I will pull out the glock, and clear the block kid when I cock it, get laid and played out your pockets / then put a rocket in your eye socket / So raise up queers / and say your f***in' prayers / I've been killin' for years / huntin' mo'****er's like reindeers / If one nigas left standin' I'll squeeze the cannon / BOOM! / Open his mo'****in' ass like the Grand Canyon / Layin' ****** niggas like Tao / when I gets wild im foul / I'm killin' executioner's style /
G.Rap's been murderin' niggas as a child / you can go and check my files / I'm killin' executioner's style /

thumbup^

We met up again, went undercover literally
I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
Physics and photography, a little Russian history
Everything about her to me was such a mystery
I gave her the once over, she gave me the blood blister
She had no idea that I was falling in love with her
- Buck 65

I drop the punchlines, at lunchtime / Cause i'm a close encounter of the none kind / wit dope rhymes / I'll battle all of y'all at one time. / So f** all you fools wit the large vocabulary and your sentence / I don't need that s*** to pay my rent wit / and to the nasty stank ass ho's i ask you / why you be actin' all fly when your monkey-ass work at a fast-food /

Redman


Since I murder for hire / rapid fire's what I require / making niggas prespire / so send a message thru the wire / cause violence is contagious / it got me bussin' gauges / the 95 Larry Davis / and i'm wettin niggas for wages / Queens is the home / the one and known felon / and it ain't no tellin / when i'ma crack ya f***in' melon / For the right amount of chips / i spit clips, and hit whips / leaving niggas bloody / the leather seats is where the s*** drips / wit the pound 7 i be creepin / rockin niggas while they sleepin / shots repeatin / leaving f*gg** niggas leakin' / When I cock back the iron / niggas is dying / marchin' to Zion / cause the pound kick-roars like a Lion / Word son / niggas be collapsin' / cause my weapons is ready for action / makin' your hearts catch contractions / In this underworld of shootin' galleries / niggas lose calories / cause my salary's, based on fatalities /

Grim

I find the following lyrics entertaining:
"Insane
Am I the only motherf*cker with a brain
I'm hearing voices, but all they do is complain
How many times have you wanted to kill
Everyone, you you'll do it, but never will"

Originally posted by -hh-
We met up again, went undercover literally
I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
Physics and photography, a little Russian history
Everything about her to me was such a mystery
I gave her the once over, she gave me the blood blister
She had no idea that I was falling in love with her
- Buck 65

lol the smooth flow. Here's something smooth right here from "The boss's wife."

I had to have her / since my first glance at her / pimp stance at her / watchin' her man throwin' Benjamins and Grants at her / Bottles of Italy and France at her / advanced at her / spit romance at her / champagne glass chatter / ass fatter than the ass is up in "Family Matters" / lips thicker than Mic Jagger / dcik so hard, you could stabe her / she drives a sick Jaguar / told me her name was Valerie, she don't f*** around wit the help / a nigga on a salary / pockets too low calorie / her man'll send a cavelry / to straight turn the town into a shootin' gallery /

Originally posted by Bardiel13
I find the following lyrics entertaining:
"Insane
Am I the only motherf*cker with a brain
I'm hearing voices, but all they do is complain
How many times have you wanted to kill
Everyone, you you'll do it, but never will" i didn't like those lyrics. who's the artist?

"Bend up and smell my anal vapor
Your face is my toilet paper"
-The Mentors

ill think ill do some rise lines

"my raps sound fat like cats that breath heavy"

"concieted creep i take a week to answer my beeps
im the king, i should be fed grapes and fanned with a leaf"

"kick rhymes thats priceless, freestyles accost you,
im an honour to rhyme with, but a jerk to talk to"

"rise, my mindstates bigger than spawn's cape"

"mad quiet you won't even know that i'm there,
my closet's full of skeletons i hang my coats on the chair"

i wish his album had lines like this in it

Cryin, hopin' God forgive me for the ones I killed / But until still, I dry my eyes wit hundred dollar bills / Like Mc Donald's making mill's serving / fcuk a Landcruiser now cause i got 2 Suburbans / Stressed out sittin' thinkin' past bedtime / scared can't sleep, nightmares about Fed time / Diamonds, linens, Ostrich and all that / Phat shit / I'm talkin code cause my phones tapped / Crackheads worship me like i'm Jesus / Uncle Sam can't stand me cause i'm fcukin' all his nieces / Cuties every color who, I wanna fcuk next / but a new car, maybe Lamborghini truck next / Look at the jealously in the eye of the ruffnecks / Bulletproof glass just incase they wanna buck techs / A large ratio in this game dies / But i'm flippin' pies / till the Senate legalize /

Grim


I'm sportin flavors of Tims / the 2005 Benz wit the chrome rims / Presidential Rolex, 2 karat diamonds wit the stone gems / pockets filled wit loochi, leather wallets designed by Gucci / parlay in restaurants eatin' shrimp, scampi and sushi / fly minks, with icicles that blink inside Cuban links / Lookin' spank / got loot like i'm doin' banks / hundred dollar bottles of Shami / Condos in Miami / Front row seats up at the Grammys / the broke niggas can't stand me /

are you talking about gm grimm?

Originally posted by Phat J
are you talking about gm grimm?

Kool G Rap's boy, not sure if it's spelled either "Grim" or "Grimm"

It's definitely not "Grim-Reaper" from "The Gravediggaz", though.

it's MF Grimm. he's incredible.

"im dr death mother ****er ever heard of me
close your eyes cross your fingers time for surgery
im already dead, so nah you cant murder me
cuz quantities of entities enter me evily"

Originally posted by Phat J
ill think ill do some rise lines

"my raps sound fat like cats that breath heavy"

"concieted creep i take a week to answer my beeps
im the king, i should be fed grapes and fanned with a leaf"

"kick rhymes thats priceless, freestyles accost you,
im an honour to rhyme with, but a jerk to talk to"

"rise, my mindstates bigger than spawn's cape"

"mad quiet you won't even know that i'm there,
my closet's full of skeletons i hang my coats on the chair"

i wish his album had lines like this in it


lolo nice

Some slick lines right there..especially that spawn one, and the closet one too.

he changed it to gm didnt he?

what song is that from hh?

i think that was from

Kool G Rap feat MF Grimm- Take Em' to War

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
lolo nice

Some slick lines right there..especially that spawn one, and the closet one too.

they're all from the same verse too

Originally posted by -hh-
i think that was from

Kool G Rap feat MF Grimm- Take Em' to War

i only hvae the original version w/o g rap, its not in there.

the original 'take em to war' is with MF Grimm and not person featuring. it's from teh 4,5,6 album.

Originally posted by Phat J
they're all from the same verse too

Yup -hh-, that was from "Take 'em to war" from one of the illest albums, 4, 5, 6.

Yo J, you do you mostly listen to ?

lately ive been listening to a lot of louis logic, some tame one, some one.be.lo, some lootpack and a lot of that one artifacts album i dled.

Originally posted by Phat J
lately ive been listening to a lot of louis logic, some tame one, some one.be.lo, some lootpack and a lot of that one artifacts album i dled.

I see.

These heads are new cats?

uh, no not really.

louis logic has been around since 98, one.be.lo has been around since 2000 at least and lootpack and artifacts have been around since 94.

tame one's 1 half of artifacts which i did not know until just now when i checked, i thought it was just a coincidence.

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
**** em, we hate a nigga lovin this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life
Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
and I ain't got nothin but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
close range, never touched me, divine intervention
Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?

^classic shit

Aiyyo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
new reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the **** is it, why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial
You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl
you better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now
In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs
If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)
Shut the **** up
^98' cam

(auto quote)

classic jay-z^

Originally posted by #16
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
**** em, we hate a nigga lovin this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life
Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
and I ain't got nothin but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
close range, never touched me, divine intervention
Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?

^classic shit

lol i could actually hear the beat as i was readin taht, dope song^

RETURN TO WATERLOO

..."Started off this morning as usual,
Checkin' out the mail and all the bills to pay.
Maybe something special's gonna happen,
Maybe this is my lucky day.

The forecast says heavy weather,
So take your umbrella just in case.
Will I get away, will I see it through,
On the return to Waterloo.

Somehow you feel that the world's been passin' you by.
Can't help thinkin' somehow they're living a lie.
Now I'm asking questions, I never thought I'd ask them before,
Like "why" or "how" or "what am I doing it for?"

Will I reach my destination,
Or will I get off along the way?
Will I reach my destination?

Will I reach my destination,
Have I stopped or am I only going slow?
Have we got a couple more stations,
Or is this as far as we all go?

The headlines cry out from the papers,
"Inflation," "murder," "wars," who really wants to know?
If I return to Waterloo,
It'll cost me more in 1992.

Will I get away,
Will I see it through?
And come back home to you,
On the return to Waterloo".

-Ray Davies

Haiku D'Etat- Wants vs Needs

Abstract Rude's verse

"Trick b****** jumped my boo after school, a few years ago / Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit / Ey, yo these b****** started swingin' and shit, so I jumped in / Those were the days / made face in school plays / paper trays, city-wide tests / late on half 'a days / Shootin' puppy water / might hump the pillow, d*** an inch taller / Stapleton bum nigga / I pop her cherry for her / Fresh hair, fun hairs done / alphabets berets, jellies, Bubble Yum / soda tongue, too young to cum / Then engaging wit them candy rings, ey yo I hit that shit / Got jealous when she kissed Rob, I broke her chico sticks /

Ghostface Killa

"i dont want fans that don't know who G Rap is"
- Ra The Rugged Man

thumbup

Originally posted by -hh-
i didn't like those lyrics. who's the artist?

Ah well, they weren't exactly rap lyrics, so they were sort of a different style. I didn't see anything about them having to be rap, so I decided to take advantage of that. If there was something that said it had to be rap, my bad. Plus, I only said I found them entertaining, not "OMFG that was ILL!!"

Originally posted by Bardiel13
Ah well, they weren't exactly rap lyrics, so they were sort of a different style. I didn't see anything about them having to be rap, so I decided to take advantage of that. If there was something that said it had to be rap, my bad. Plus, I only said I found them entertaining, not "OMFG that was ILL!!" no it doesn't have to be Hip Hop related, you can post any lyrics, i just said i didnt think the lyrics were that impressive for the one you posted.

Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been at
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps
Have a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbin it, form partnership
Increase armorment, street pharmacist
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off

- Mos Def


pick my head up, with a face full of drool
Look around the classroom, now I'm some geek in high school
Get ****ed with in the hallway and can't do shit
But write names on bullets and fill a few clips
No need for rags and vodka, got a locker
With enough fire-power to war with helicopters
First click to pass, I'm clicking to release
Each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers
And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin'
When I shoot up the crowd like a heroine convention
Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls
Made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls
See my teachers dead through holes in the door
And alerted the cops outside, holdin' the floor
I exit the bathroom, enter a vet parade
Getting shot the **** up but smoke some pigs on the way

- Cage

I know it's been two years but see the Tribe was never fallin
Would have tried for singin but that stuff was not my callin
The mic is in effect so you know I'm never stallin
Walkin through the door and all them suckers started haulin
Talk a lot of trash but no one can seem to beat it
Pull out your microphone and watch the Phifer make you eat it
The MC's they get jealy when the girly's on my belly
Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly (bust a rhyme)
Today's a hip-hop draft will I be top-seeded? (uhh)
Worked too frickin hard while all the rest were gettin weeded
Steady kickin styles so I can reach that other level (uh)
Don't worry about gettin gassed I push the pedal to the metal
Always wanted this cause it surely beats a scramble (right)
I'm Jordan with the mic, huh, wanna gamble? (mmm)
This I dedicate to all the honiest that be bogle-in
Cause at the end of the night y'know Malik will have his Trojans
But when it comes to nights like this I got lyrics to go

- Phife Dawg

thumbup^

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
then guard you, and bust through like a fullback

- Inspectah Deck

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
When I **** I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
**** yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin

- Ghostface

We came up learned those ways living in a time
when raps and shows paid trifling days everybody
got to eat but we all need food for thought
caught up in a real live struggle to the grave
some are just sick cause they wanna' be saved
by the preacher man but
I'm ah reach you men open them up way back when
African we was still rappin and beating on skins
what the people say gotta' shed a little bit of light
my insides is a beauty that is way beyond comparison
and I just wanna share it all with you

Like Bartholemeu, cause every particle, is physical article /It's diabolical till the last visible molecule / A Space Knight like Tron / Consume planets like Unicron / Blastin' photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron /

RZA - The Abbot

It's the Corona Queens Apocalypse.
My block is here wit the dark eclipse,
takin' no hostages so grab your glocks and clips.
The rap Apostle is big as the Loch Ness,
Large as Colossus,
cause marvelous s*** could shine out the esophagus,
the thug saga-novelist.
Sexin' this rap s*** monogamous,
Rainin' like the tropics ontop photographers.
Blood money monoplers, do it for Eons,
shinin' like it's neon hot, covered in freeon.
Decide on which team to be on,
baby cause that's the s*** that we on,
niggas go to warwick like Dion, and put the G on.

haha

G. Rap.

^

G Rap = top 5 mc's easily.

FistoftheNorth> what's your fav G Rap album?

Originally posted by -hh-
FistoftheNorth> what's your fav G Rap album?

Damn, that's a hard one but if I had to chose between "4, 5, 6 " or "Roots of Evil "?....hm

Out of the 2, I'd have to say "4, 5, 6 " only because it has more tracks in it that I like, but just by only 1 or 2 songs, though. What's your's fav? (g rap album)

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
Damn, that's a hard one but if I had to chose between "4, 5, 6 " or "Roots of Evil "?....hm

Out of the 2, I'd have to say "4, 5, 6 " only because it has more tracks in it that I like, but just by only 1 or 2 songs, though. What's your's fav? (g rap album) too many great ones

Road to Riches, and Roots of Evil are my fav i guess. Giacana Story was nice too. Same with 4,5,6

i can't pick one

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

^Inspectah Deck from C.R.E.A.M.

Originally posted by Inspectah Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

^Inspectah Deck from C.R.E.A.M. thumbup

bring drama like ya, spit on my momma
Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer
I'ma, head peeler, girl stealer
Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, HUHHHHHH!
When I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin left
I cook you up so quick they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef
My burner's in my left, I'm not the type to fight
I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite
So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun
The gat to your back, I'm smokin everyone
Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the trigger
Who's in the house? HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas!

^Biggie Smalls from A Buncha Niggas

''Terror's what I am, terrorism's what I rep,
Rap heads bely we don't forgive or forget,
Strapping down the mic, kamikaze rock the mic
Suicide, stage dive, it's gonna be a live night
Now just to be accurate, label me immaculate
Short fuse like Montagues fuel Capulets,
Elaborate labyrinth, lavish pimp pattering
Rip, rude to ravishing, cabbage scavenging
From word babbling, babbling brook and words travelling
Like Miles Tattling, I'm kind of partial to battling,
Haven't you heard, you got beef I rustle cattle then
Hit the sunset saddling, rap Bronco
Riding over tracks, Lone Ranger and Tonto
Compose on the console, making it feel better,
Sunny to ill weather, I'm a all-season pro''
> Senim Silla - Slang Blade

''Yo, this is Ghostface/Theodore, I'm magically suspicious
Police try to get money, and sell my pictures
To the star ledger, inquirin' minds wanna know
How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow
Where the bird go? That shit flew south for the winter
Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan?
Did I really dodge death? Am I true Ironman?''
> Ghostface - Hideyaface

''You fidget like a nervous culprit, gulping,
Sweat a bullet, dead emotion sequence reactor,
Speakin disaster, who leaps off the canvas
To provoke a sidewinder snake in the grass
With dirty belly and his work to sell me,
I've got my word to tell you, I got absurd magics,
But it works like pistons pumping through the realm my fam inhabits
Not a rabbit-hat combination, nah
More like I spit pixie-dust till this mixed paper community combusts''
> Aesop Rock - Sinister

Kool G. reflecting on the "Scarface" movie scene where Tony Monatna and Manolo kills their boss Frank and that DEA cop.

He had the rapid flow on this one. It's like he didn't even stop to breath, he just kept goin' and goin', rippin it mad fast just perfectly in synch wit the sick beat provided.


Fireflash, I left another one of them splashed.
The bloodbath. 3 niggas found dead on the Ave,
When to a phone to hit my nigga, Big C, swiftly,
Yo check the s*** G, these niggas tried to hit me,
Yo meet me in about 50, wit big gats, so move it quickly,
I'm about to hit D, put that mo****a 6 feet.
*Ey yo wat happened G?*
Niggas on the Ave was clappin' at me, bussin' at me,
tryin' to put caps in my nappy,
*Yo as long as you made it kid, I'm happy*
We're still goin' to where this cat be
wit A-K's all day, called up my nigga J,
call a nigga Damien for me ok
Make it about 3:38, straight this is what you say,
Ey yo, we ****ed up, he got away.
If he play, i'ma split his tupay.
We on our way to this niggas office,
wit armed forces, he showin' softness,
and watchin', horses racin' wit other bosses,
Pulled out the torches, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned,
he probably got numb, knowing he 'bout to catch a hot one,
terrorizin' the whole spot son, the phone rung,
he acted like it was the wrong number, lookin' all dumb,
Hands on my glock son, 5 minutes later the shots rung
that nigga got done, died wit his hands on a cocked gun.

G. Rap.

Originally posted by -hh-
too many great ones

Road to Riches, and Roots of Evil are my fav i guess. Giacana Story was nice too. Same with 4,5,6

i can't pick one

you gotta listen to "wanted: dead or alive"

^g.rap's best

Originally posted by #16
you gotta listen to "wanted: dead or alive"

^g.rap's best heard it, i just forgot to mention it.

"**** all y'all non-believers, I roll wit God, the squad and T.S.
Out wit the BS; we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drownin with diamond boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin you down with the 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 a 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 shit
I used to clap shit, now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the Ac
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a ***** on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose" - BIG MOTHER****ING PUN!

Big ups to Big Pun, definetely and still the illest member of the Terror Squad. r.i.p.

Three To The Dome

classic song, Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap and Chino XL

if you haven't heard it, i'll try uploading it for you guyz


Uh-huh, you in the perils of the lyrical heroes
That rule just like the pharoahes
Robert DeNiro's got it covered just like sombreros
Seek shelter, here comes the warpath
Anyone who's tryin to reign, I change the whole forecast
If I slip, half a herd he learned
This murder he earned ?in turn? ? turned his body to third-degree burns
You're purely pathetic, I won't let it
And once I set it, the after-party's in the paramedics
Vulgars, come back when you're older
Talkin like you're grown, you cats is small soldiers
Enough of them as the god muscle in, it's puzzlin
You couldn't carry weight if you was hustlin
Style ain't even de-cent, them not gonna squeeze none
Please dun, give me one rea-son
What I, say in a verse will be slayin you worse
As I wet em up just for the sake of obeying my thirst
Anytime anywhere, without any fair
I'll do it with any hair, what da deal, ain't he there? wha what
What I do will be crucially brutally
Usually legal and rippin stupidly, ain't nuttin new to me
What I spit attract felons, crack melons
Leave the chickenheads back swellin
Game tight wit the way I'm livin
I bag birds and I stuff em like Thanksgiving
My bad self, get more love than tennis
>From New York to Venice
Black as a dentist here to represent to live wit the menace
To win the apprentice, if your heart shows stealth
You better watch yo' self before I stop yo' health
Cuz then the props here baby, you ain't gettin
You better recognize, the true and livin
You played yourself fast, put two quarters in your ass
What I meant? Arcades done went up to fifty cent


That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of
Wit one verse, shittin on a whole label roster sampler
My first name:Chino, my last name:Went There
Leavin rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair
Wit lyrical warfare, when I spray shit
My style like AIDS, half a y'all got it just none of y'all is sayin shit
I hate and spit at devils that want to posses Chi
Jesus came in the vocal booth, like "Nigga, you the next me!"
So test me, battle and you will become a dead man
And there's a lot of fake Chino's like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
Writin more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh, like fat asses on a nun
I'm God's bastard son, that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
I hate you wit a passion, make white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
Historically know for bringin down the house like I'm Samson
My damn tongue bursts, in the the first verse there's a bad curse that hurts
I'm leavin wack church passengers inside of a fast hearse
Escapin the wrath of Jerse
It's a sad earth when my pen dirts
Axe murderer type of massacre occurs if we match words
I'm past blurs, I smack herbs
Gritty-green eyes like Badu
Leavin minds ****ed up like Maxwell's hair-do
And I'ma be the sickest till I'm dead
The type to rent Halloween 4 eight times just to laugh at LL's head
My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up


The Godfather saga, hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
Funer-als crowded like soccer while I'm watchin opera
Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
Binoculars is how I'm watchin droppin from the chopper
Mafia imposter
You're left for dead wit your face inside of your plate of pasta
?Freddy in a hasa?, salute to my crew to prosper (salute)
You know how we do, we icepick the boulder
You get dabbed over glasses of ice wit the Bolla
Blood on your shoulder, make costra nostra
Keepin the heater wit the toasters
Dough in the sofa, cashmeres and gator loafers
We bullet-proof the Rovers, pimp-smack you sober
Our whole crew is ?skippin? lieutenants and soldiers
Flip on you the way Montana did to Minola
Condition vulgar holdin on blowers older than Yoda
Leave bad odors when we give cobras crystal like Yoga
Colder than the caps that's in the Polar, bubble like soda
?Been in Egypt for loader foreliners over?
Cross me, cut our your momma's ovaries
Kid you know the steez, have your wake smellin like potpourri
On the low-key, ship keys to over-seas
My shit gets sold quicker than groceries
K-double-O-L-and-G, you know it's me

Originally posted by -hh-
Three To The Dome

classic song, Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap and Chino XL

if you haven't heard it, i'll try uploading it for you guyz


Uh-huh, you in the perils of the lyrical heroes
That rule just like the pharoahes
Robert DeNiro's got it covered just like sombreros
Seek shelter, here comes the warpath
Anyone who's tryin to reign, I change the whole forecast
If I slip, half a herd he learned
This murder he earned ?in turn? ? turned his body to third-degree burns
You're purely pathetic, I won't let it
And once I set it, the after-party's in the paramedics
Vulgars, come back when you're older
Talkin like you're grown, you cats is small soldiers
Enough of them as the god muscle in, it's puzzlin
You couldn't carry weight if you was hustlin
Style ain't even de-cent, them not gonna squeeze none
Please dun, give me one rea-son
What I, say in a verse will be slayin you worse
As I wet em up just for the sake of obeying my thirst
Anytime anywhere, without any fair
I'll do it with any hair, what da deal, ain't he there? wha what
What I do will be crucially brutally
Usually legal and rippin stupidly, ain't nuttin new to me
What I spit attract felons, crack melons
Leave the chickenheads back swellin
Game tight wit the way I'm livin
I bag birds and I stuff em like Thanksgiving
My bad self, get more love than tennis
>From New York to Venice
Black as a dentist here to represent to live wit the menace
To win the apprentice, if your heart shows stealth
You better watch yo' self before I stop yo' health
Cuz then the props here baby, you ain't gettin
You better recognize, the true and livin
You played yourself fast, put two quarters in your ass
What I meant? Arcades done went up to fifty cent


That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of
Wit one verse, shittin on a whole label roster sampler
My first name:Chino, my last name:Went There
Leavin rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair
Wit lyrical warfare, when I spray shit
My style like AIDS, half a y'all got it just none of y'all is sayin shit
I hate and spit at devils that want to posses Chi
Jesus came in the vocal booth, like "Nigga, you the next me!"
So test me, battle and you will become a dead man
And there's a lot of fake Chino's like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
Writin more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh, like fat asses on a nun
I'm God's bastard son, that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
I hate you wit a passion, make white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
Historically know for bringin down the house like I'm Samson
My damn tongue bursts, in the the first verse there's a bad curse that hurts
I'm leavin wack church passengers inside of a fast hearse
Escapin the wrath of Jerse
It's a sad earth when my pen dirts
Axe murderer type of massacre occurs if we match words
I'm past blurs, I smack herbs
Gritty-green eyes like Badu
Leavin minds ****ed up like Maxwell's hair-do
And I'ma be the sickest till I'm dead
The type to rent Halloween 4 eight times just to laugh at LL's head
My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up


The Godfather saga, hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
Funer-als crowded like soccer while I'm watchin opera
Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
Binoculars is how I'm watchin droppin from the chopper
Mafia imposter
You're left for dead wit your face inside of your plate of pasta
?Freddy in a hasa?, salute to my crew to prosper (salute)
You know how we do, we icepick the boulder
You get dabbed over glasses of ice wit the Bolla
Blood on your shoulder, make costra nostra
Keepin the heater wit the toasters
Dough in the sofa, cashmeres and gator loafers
We bullet-proof the Rovers, pimp-smack you sober
Our whole crew is ?skippin? lieutenants and soldiers
Flip on you the way Montana did to Minola
Condition vulgar holdin on blowers older than Yoda
Leave bad odors when we give cobras crystal like Yoga
Colder than the caps that's in the Polar, bubble like soda
?Been in Egypt for loader foreliners over?
Cross me, cut our your momma's ovaries
Kid you know the steez, have your wake smellin like potpourri
On the low-key, ship keys to over-seas
My shit gets sold quicker than groceries
K-double-O-L-and-G, you know it's me

lol!

yea

Big ups to G. Rap, Chino's nasty too

I've never heard of that Kane track but was that G. Rap track from "The Giancana Story "?

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
lol!

yea

Big ups to G. Rap, Chino's nasty too

I've never heard of that Kane track but was that G. Rap track from "The Giancana Story "? all three verses are from the same track, not sure if they have been used anywhere else before.

oh ok the whole thing's from the song "Three to the Dome", i didn't catch that.

From what album?

Originally posted by #16
you gotta listen to "wanted: dead or alive"

^g.rap's best

Classic old school G Rap, love "streets of New York".

-hh-, i'd love to hear that Kane, Chino and G-Rap joint if its not too much trouble.

Dear then, I'm writing from the now
Trying to steer this crooked zen somewhere else and warn your crowds
The current date somewhat irrelevant, I can't see through this cloud
Wish I could say these bunk samaritans boogied to make you proud
Spawned a thousand grand objects dot daughters
But these fathers bothered only to harbor pain in the nostrils
The sparkle in they iris fell to earth
Dissention of the jackal hybrid overloader, draped over the curse
Now from the sunniest of meadows to the bummiest of ghettoes
Every man bloodthirsty buzzard behind sweet hummingbird helloes
And its portable mayhem that stems from every a sentence burdened
And it's the result of sheep refusing to be herded
Radio, television mixer, hand cannons
Ying yang, the worker ants war dance for carjackin bandwagons
And I preface my apologies with a buckle that latch up, soldier
Hoping your professors counteract their predecessors
I know my job and bully my heart into every token tossed
I wish I had a penny for every word that I spoke and lost
Some cats never soaked up (?) elixir
Oblivious to the wild dogs procreate well beyond modern man's victors
And I'm done, I just completed knot thirteen, it's sliding well
My neck fits to perfection, I hung it inside my cell
It's in your hands now, closed eyes, pick off (?) departing
Leaving you this letter and this worldwide ****ing mess, I'm sorry

- Aesop Rock

Ha ha ha ha!
The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe
A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe
Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre
Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay
Danger with the vest screamin "Shoot the DJ!"
Doom clickin over two chickens, three-way
Four in the 5, a cork on the freeway
Villain find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say
... state your intentions
"I really love your tape but I hate your inventions"
Very well - what you want, a brownie?
He took off the mask and whispered "Put me where you found me"
He kept his paper digits in a chunk
Once joined a rap click - midgets into crunk
He did a solo on the oboe
Coulda sold a million then the Villain went for dolo
... and cited creative differences
Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses
Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt 'em
The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the {****in shit} out 'em
- MF Doom

On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday
watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels
I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl
And a paused beat from my stereo
Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach
Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse
Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you
But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo
And, I might be buggin but it seem to me
that cartoons be realer than reality TV
They inspire my decision to be open and listen
But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position
Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past
that's similar to the cast of Different Strokes
Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke
The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke
I draw on anything for inspiration
A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station

- Talib Kweli

Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

- Talib Kweli

Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all

- Mos Def

Originally posted by koolruningz
Classic old school G Rap, love "streets of New York".

-hh-, i'd love to hear that Kane, Chino and G-Rap joint if its not too much trouble. i'm on it. sick track.

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
oh ok the whole thing's from the song "Three to the Dome", i didn't catch that.

From what album? it's from one of the Wake Up Show album/mixtapes. i dont remember which one exactly.

Originally posted by Mugen
Dear then, I'm writing from the now
Trying to steer this crooked zen somewhere else and warn your crowds
The current date somewhat irrelevant, I can't see through this cloud
Wish I could say these bunk samaritans boogied to make you proud
Spawned a thousand grand objects dot daughters
But these fathers bothered only to harbor pain in the nostrils
The sparkle in they iris fell to earth
Dissention of the jackal hybrid overloader, draped over the curse
Now from the sunniest of meadows to the bummiest of ghettoes
Every man bloodthirsty buzzard behind sweet hummingbird helloes
And its portable mayhem that stems from every a sentence burdened
And it's the result of sheep refusing to be herded
Radio, television mixer, hand cannons
Ying yang, the worker ants war dance for carjackin bandwagons
And I preface my apologies with a buckle that latch up, soldier
Hoping your professors counteract their predecessors
I know my job and bully my heart into every token tossed
I wish I had a penny for every word that I spoke and lost
Some cats never soaked up (?) elixir
Oblivious to the wild dogs procreate well beyond modern man's victors
And I'm done, I just completed knot thirteen, it's sliding well
My neck fits to perfection, I hung it inside my cell
It's in your hands now, closed eyes, pick off (?) departing
Leaving you this letter and this worldwide ****ing mess, I'm sorry

- Aesop Rock

I love that verse, Vast and Illogic are awesome on that track to. Great choice.

here's that Big Daddy Kane, Chino and G Rap song

http://s8.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1TVW4B71XV4Q703MFAMS3IDNB2

enjoy guyz

Originally posted by -hh-
here's that Big Daddy Kane, Chino and G Rap song

http://s8.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1TVW4B71XV4Q703MFAMS3IDNB2

enjoy guyz

Thanks man. Great track, i hadnt heard Kane or G Rap rhyme in ages - Legends.

Classic Infamous Mobb Deep acapella


"Yo Son tell 'em about that BS they put you thru,

"Yo son, word is bond, dun":


Sometimes I wish I had 3 different faces.
I'm goin' to court for 3 cases, in 3 places.
One in Queens, Manhattan one in Brooklyn.
The way things is lookin, I'ma see Central Bookin's
Faces 3 - 3 to 9's, is mad time,
after I ran cuncurrent for assult and 2 nines.
I gotta maintain, cause stress on the brain,
could lead to a mothu****in' suicide thing.
And plus my probation, an ill violation,
how the f*** did I get in this tight situation.
I'm goin' all out, you know moves I never fake,
and f*** the Jake, they could catch me at my wake.
And if I die burn a bag of blay,
put the Lyi in the air, sometimes I just don't care.


- Big Noyd a.k.a. Rapper Noyd

i never really liked Big Noyd. kinda annoying. do you recommend anything else from him that i might have not heard.

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
Classic Infamous Mobb Deep acapella


"Yo Son tell 'em about that BS they put you thru,

"Yo son, word is bond, dun":


Sometimes I wish I had 3 different faces.
I'm goin' to court for 3 cases, in 3 places.
One in Queens, Manhattan one in Brooklyn.
The way things is lookin, I'ma see Central Bookin's
Faces 3 - 3 to 9's, is mad time,
after I ran cuncurrent for assult and 2 nines.
I gotta maintain, cause stress on the brain,
could lead to a mothu****in' suicide thing.
And plus my probation, an ill violation,
how the f*** did I get in this tight situation.
I'm goin' all out, you know moves I never fake,
and f*** the Jake, they could catch me at my wake.
And if I die burn a bag of blay,
put the Lyi in the air, sometimes I just don't care.


- Big Noyd a.k.a. Rapper Noyd

Originally posted by -hh-
i never really liked Big Noyd. kinda annoying. do you recommend anything else from him that i might have not heard.

Na? I thought he had a few good rhymes on that "Infamous" joint but I never picked up that solo album he dropped. I heard it was good too. But as far as hearing anything significantly different from him, then na, I wouldn't know much on him except for his work on that "infamous" album and I remember him being on a couple of tracks he did on a mixed tape or 2 a while back that I can't recall.

I'll leave you right where you stand,
and have the ambulance pass of ya Timberlands
right off to your man, cause he p****,
He ain't gonna do nothin' but look,
when it come to beef, he don't wanna do nothin' but cook.
cause as soon as the chrome scopes him,
right there, 2 in the dome smoked 'em,
Kiss keep funeral homes open.
I fought back, smoke an ounce in the dark,
bounce on a Preme track, like I'd bounce on a Narc,
keep playin', y'all niggas'll burn,
they say it takes somethin' to happen for niggas to learn,
let the 40-Cal. give 'em a perm,
this industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ,
you just mad cause you'll never be as nice as I am,
J. to the Muah, and i'll leave you right where you stand.

Jada Kiss

"a tech nine is my utensil, fillin niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil"-big l

"This shit is underground like a gopher" -masta ace

Originally posted by Furious Angel
"a tech nine is my utensil, fillin niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil"-big l

"This shit is underground like a gopher" -masta ace thumbup

love that masta ace song. "Good Ol' Love"

I know it's past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers?
The doctor dont wanna take procedures
He claimed her heart can't take the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
The little thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beeping,
Hey chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say at this time?
Remember when I was nine?
Tell her everything gone be fine?
But I'd be lying, the family crying
They want her to live, and she trying
I'm arguing like what kind of doctor can we fly in
You know the best medicine go to people thats paid,
If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
And all the broke mutha****ers past away
You tellin me if my grandma's in the N.B.A.
Right now she'd be ok?
But since she was just a secretary
Working for the church
For thirty five years
Things sposed to stop right here
My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he strong,
Thats where I get my confidence from
I asked the nurse "did you do the research?"
She ask me, "can you sign some t-shirts?"
***** is you smokin reefer?
You dont see that we hurt
But still...

Kanye West

Originally posted by Inspectah Deck
I know it's past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers?
The doctor dont wanna take procedures
He claimed her heart can't take the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
The little thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beeping,
Hey chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say at this time?
Remember when I was nine?
Tell her everything gone be fine?
But I'd be lying, the family crying
They want her to live, and she trying
I'm arguing like what kind of doctor can we fly in
You know the best medicine go to people thats paid,
If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
And all the broke mutha****ers past away
You tellin me if my grandma's in the N.B.A.
Right now she'd be ok?
But since she was just a secretary
Working for the church
For thirty five years
Things sposed to stop right here
My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he strong,
Thats where I get my confidence from
I asked the nurse "did you do the research?"
She ask me, "can you sign some t-shirts?"
***** is you smokin reefer?
You dont see that we hurt
But still...

Kanye West best song on Late Registration. Actually, one of the best Kanye song's ive heard.

"My guns like my dick, bigger than usually"

I hate lines like that.

Doom said it best when he said tha you shouldn't spit rhyme after rhyme if you're gonna talk about yourself all the time, especially false claims.

That said, it was a battle. My idea of a good battle MC is someone who can make his opponent feel two inches tall. Battling isn't about "Look how much I can claim I'm the best", it's about making your opponent look stupid. Too many MCs think they can win a battle by saying how good they are.

I'm not the greatest lyricist but I used to enjoy battling and people liked it because my main aim was to make it fun for all involved.

-AC

That's very true. There are a couple of exceptions though, Vakill and Copywrite have come up with some incredible self-aggrandising lines in the past, and the best are the ones that do both in one,

''the reason I think with my dick so much...is cos it's the smartest thing to come outta your mouth all day''

Yeah but that goes by the logic of less is more, and it is.

Redman and Method Man (who I still love and listen to, regardless of Meth's new material not being amazing) rarely talk about guns or money or jewels, but when they do it's always funny. It's not done in a flashy way.

I don't think Redman and Method Man (separately or together) are quoted nearly enough in threads like this. I've been listening to Redman's solo a lot lately and he has solid albums in my opinion. They're always so funny, which is great. He aims to enjoy what he does, and I enjoy what he does because I can see he's enjoying himself, and that's what hip hop is about. Music in general too. I also think he's quite a great lyricist.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
he has solid albums in my opinion. They're always so funny, which is great. He aims to enjoy what he does, and I enjoy what he does because I can see he's enjoying himself, and that's what hip hop is about. Music in general too. I also think he's quite a great lyricist.

-AC


I agree with your opinion on the solidity of his solo albums.

And what you said is true when you wrote "He aims to enjoy what he does and you can see he's enjoying himself" cause he really is, he even said so himself when he said,

Hit the pokie, if ya like runnin around gettin' blized,
Ask me if I love the rap game,
I'm Lovin' it,
Cause i could do what the f*** I feel is real,
Blaze the poof wit D Don, and tell Oof to get the Dils"

on that "Muddy Waters" album from that track "Smoke Buddah" with that "Mary Jane" beat from Rick James.

I liken his albums to concerts. There are many, many bands on Earth that are better than Foo Fighters in terms of the music they make, but there are far less enjoyable bands to see live.

Why? Because Dave Grohl just looks and sounds like he's having the best time on that stage, and it reflects on the audience.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
that's what hip hop is about.
-AC

thumbup

"Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist"

- Redman

Originally posted by -hh-
"Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist"

- Redman



lol ye, he rips it on that "Noorotic " track, hu.

i like when he says:


The '94 era, I cause terror, what eva,
rainin' on you punks, wit the funk, so get 'cha umbrellas,

&

Gimme your time and i'll free your mind and lick your funky emotions,
and blow your veins up with funk over-dosage.
Now who's that nigga that got 'cha crew bailin',
Not wit guns but funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen


lol

"Noorotic " is definetely one of the illest tracks on "Dare iz a Darkside ", I place it on my top 3 on my list for that album and top 5 Redman song.

Originally posted by -hh-
i never really liked Big Noyd. kinda annoying. do you recommend anything else from him that i might have not heard.

Episodes of a Hustla is nice, it's basically The Infamous part 2. All gritty, old-school Havoc production, and just as much of him and P as there is of Noyd. It's no classic, but it's very solid.

Intro / 40's cartoon comic-book villain voice

*Arrggk!,..Just by destroying Stark Enterprises, (cue rza beat) we could cripple their national defense. So You!, Professor Vinkle!, the world's greatest expert on electricity, must devise the destruction of Starks mightiest guardian, Ironman!!*

Yo!, summertime, holdin' a nine, split the Vega in half,
Jeeps rumble while my dogs puff grass,
Bank stop, hide 'ya rocks in hydrolics.
The kid wit the most knowledge, will obtain and touch top dollaz

lol


- Ghostface Killah a.k.a Ironman / Tony Stark

"more than frontin like you met nicholson, especially if you dont know jack"

- john labels (blitzkreague)

"my flow is c-section, a cut above all you pussies"

- vakill

couldnt resist throwin the vakill in there

Originally posted by Phat J
"more than frontin like you met nicholson, especially if you dont know jack"

- john labels (blitzkreague)

"my flow is c-section, a cut above all you pussies"

- vakill

couldnt resist throwin the vakill in there

ha, i like that c-section line. It reminded me of Lord-Have-Mercy's line on that "Def Squad meets Flip Mode Squad" track when he said.

Me be Lethal, like Gibson
Flippin', steppin'
wit 3 weapons,
lay in the cut like c-sections

Compared to the Vakill line, that sounds really half-assed.

Originally posted by Deathblow
Compared to the Vakill line, that sounds really half-assed.

Your point is moot. All Vakill's line did was remind me of Lord's line, that's it. Not if it was better to you or not; could care less.

But here's a deadly verse:


So I kept in the down-low
and just laid back,
and watch the f***in' reaction of this clown hoe,
But this nigga is a real trip,
he's talkin s***,
and wants to jump off on into some ill s***,
So I told him f*** him,
and if he came a little closer, then I wud've had to buck him.
He came a little closer so I gave him one,
and left the motheu****u stunned,
And right before I mobbed,
I gave him one more for the road,
just to finish the f***in' job.
So off wit yo head, b****,
cause i don't f*** around wit that return from the dead s***,
I'm makin' sure I get you good,
and if your twitchin' like you still alive,
homey loc, I wish you would,
cause that just gives me one more reason,
to grab the trigger out this muthu****in' pistol and continue sqeezin'
I don't believe in second ghost,
you only get one chance and if you slip then yo ass is toast,
Some niggas say they feelin this, but niggas ain't real wit this,
cause niggas wasn't killin' s***,
But yo I guess instead,
I'll just be givin' you 2 to your mothu****in' head,
Makin' sure you dead,

lol


Artist: Scarface

Title: He's Dead

Album: The World is Yours

"you wouldnt drop an album if it slipped from your hands"

wordsworth

Originally posted by Deathblow
Compared to the Vakill line, that sounds really half-assed.

i didnt wanna say anything, but yeah, pretty much.

Some people like that concious bs some people like that street shit, but hey, to each his own.

From the H.N.I.C.


Now maul over, me and my dogs enjoy this,
Pop bottles, celebrate your death,
blow a kiss at your widow b****,
wish pain on your kids,
piss on your casket, kick your tombstone and s***, dog,
And i ain't even that foul type of dude,
but all's fair in love and war, it's what your hand called for,
Now you mans wanna ride for your cause,
well f*** it they could get it too, simple as you,
And i'll be God-damned if they put they hands on me,
money brings power and puts guns in parties,
Sends niggas on Amtrack wit doe for your body,
And pay for dirty plane tickets if you got beef,
hardly you don't know what that is,
I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads,
teenage killas wit Mack-10's,
Best friends cut each others throats and twist they own fam backwards,
Made it out alive, now i'm on some rap s***,
albums sold out, keeps me far from the big house,


Prodigy

conscious bs?

how is that line even a conscious line to begin with? because its clever?

Originally posted by Phat J
conscious bs?

how is that line even a conscious line to begin with? because its clever?

(?)

Na, not cause it was clever. It was. It wasn't close to a conscious line though. What made you think I said it was?

I didn't get it. I was referring to what people think is hot to them and not to others. Some people like it one way if not the other way and thats cool that's it.

Imagine if we all liked the same s***, it'd suck.

that P verse is sick man...

but i listen to outta control and wonder if prodigy ever wrote them lines.

damn

that nigga fell hard, hes still top 20 in my book tho

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
(?)

Na, not cause it was clever. It was. It wasn't close to a conscious line though. What made you think I said it was?

I didn't get it. I was referring to what people think is hot to them and not to others. Some people like it one way if not the other way and thats cool that's it.

Imagine if we all liked the same s***, it'd suck.

well, from what we were talking about.

guess i misunderstood

best verse on The Symphony

Kool G Rap

"Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice,
and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price
goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep,
and while I'm countin' the money, you count sheep.
When G Rap strikes the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like,
and make the people unite.
I grip up hips and zip up lips, step on reps, you flip and wanna sip on my tip.
Take a deep breath, because you don't have another left.
Comin' back like I'm avengin' my brother's deat.
Makin' veterans run for medicine,
cuz I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
Rip the damn cage like I'm on a rampage.
And if you want rage, I'm-a make front page.
Read the headlines, suckers, todays the deadline,
your head is way past bedtime.
Can't kill though. Solo. Cuz you're still all...soft like a pillow.
My rap is rougher than Brillo.
So fear me, don't dare dare me,
and don't compare me to him when you hear me.
Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can't replace me, ice me or ace me, bass me, face me, slice me or race me,
bite me or taste me -- I'll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he's rated X, to mean the boy is sex. Next...
the amplifier gets used and abused. Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness, ready to hang 'er.
Rapper or singer: I'm puttin' up my middle finger.
Next up... (I believe that's me)
Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony."

Originally posted by -hh-
best verse on The Symphony

Kool G Rap

"Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice,
and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price
goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep,
and while I'm countin' the money, you count sheep.
When G Rap strikes the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like,
and make the people unite.
I grip up hips and zip up lips, step on reps, you flip and wanna sip on my tip.
Take a deep breath, because you don't have another left.
Comin' back like I'm avengin' my brother's deat.
Makin' veterans run for medicine,
cuz I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
Rip the damn cage like I'm on a rampage.
And if you want rage, I'm-a make front page.
Read the headlines, suckers, todays the deadline,
your head is way past bedtime.
Can't kill though. Solo. Cuz you're still all...soft like a pillow.
My rap is rougher than Brillo.
So fear me, don't dare dare me,
and don't compare me to him when you hear me.
Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can't replace me, ice me or ace me, bass me, face me, slice me or race me,
bite me or taste me -- I'll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he's rated X, to mean the boy is sex. Next...
the amplifier gets used and abused. Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness, ready to hang 'er.
Rapper or singer: I'm puttin' up my middle finger.
Next up... (I believe that's me)
Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony."

lol nice..i especially liked that 2nd line and that "So fear me, don't dare dare me" line

G. Rap constantly rips it guaranteed and never fails to disappoint, ever.

If G. Rap's on it, it's mos definitely ill.

i always liked ace's verse the best, its hard to choose on a song like that though.

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
lol nice..i especially liked that 2nd line and that "So fear me, don't dare dare me" line

G. Rap constantly rips it guaranteed and never fails to disappoint, ever.

If G. Rap's on it, it's mos definitely ill. not ever song. some songs on Roots of Evil weren't that great.

"like outback, i got a reputation at stake"

- supastition

A Jay Z verse I always thought was ill but definitely ballsy.

I'm that same nigga from the corner bubblin' raw,
skully tilted, pants saggin' damn near touchin' the floor,
And I come wit do-rags to your so called awards,
T-shirt wit my chain out like f*** y'all all,
Retrospect, ain't been the same till I lost my dad,
he still alive, but still, f*** it, don't cross my path,
A&R's had me feelin like moss in the draft,
so I turned the league out wit Reasonable Doubt,
Get 'cha CD's out, lets do it song for song,
I'm the illest nigga doin' it till y'all prove me wrong,
Do you believe?...................... It's Hova tha God,

Vol. 3

Originally posted by -hh-
not ever song. some songs on Roots of Evil weren't that great.

I'm assuming you're sayin' that they weren't that great to you. Or what do you mean, his flow is flawed on some of the tracks on Roots of Evil?

On what tracks.....

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
I'm assuming you're sayin' that they weren't that great to you. Or what do you mean, his flow is flawed on some of the tracks on Roots of Evil?

On what tracks..... no his flow is always great. just some of the songs aren't up to Kool G standards in my opinion.

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
Your point is moot. All Vakill's line did was remind me of Lord's line, that's it. Not if it was better to you or not; could care less.

It was a comment, not a point. Anyways, this is a public forum so I can give whatever opinion I want, if you don't like it, don't read it

Originally posted by Deathblow
It was a comment, not a point. Anyways, this is a public forum so I can give whatever opinion I want, if you don't like it, don't read it


lol, I'd be nice if i possessed clairvoyance but i don't so but how can I know if i'll like it or not if I haven't read it yet.



Check it, a classic "the world is yours" verse. - no tears -


We play this game for keeps and if you sleep, i guess you sleep
You show no f*** and now yo ass is 6 feet deep
Cause where i come from yo everybody's got a gat,
a niggas try yo ass just to see where you got your heart at,
and if yo s*** is flimsy then yo ass is gonna bend,
and like i said before, there be no tears in the end,
im rollin thru yo hood and now my heart is filled wit anger,
you at your sisters house and now your sisters life's in danger,
*by a cold stranger*
wit the hanga, niggas wanna bang ya, and hang ya
stang ya, wit one up in the chamber,
Lets take a trip up Holloway,
so you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today,
We standin up for our own shit,
and if you outside the click, then you die b****,
It ain't no love in this mothu****u,
I aint no love for yourself or your other brother,



Im goin of on the deep end,
i find myself face to face wit myself while i'm sleepin',
i see your picture in my head, now my hands shake,
you can run, you can hide, but theres no escape,
my inner feelin's show no mercy on my enemy,
i got to get this muthu****u 'fo he gets to me,
so in your own blood your banged,
and i won't stop until i put this mothu****u in his f***in grave,
and i can say this once again...,
you can cry but you'll still die,
there be no tears in the end,
(cue police dispatcher)

- Scarface


lol some ignorant s***, hu.
I still gotta give it to face though, man. He's ill.

You were supposed to be my dog
Homey when I first met you what was told to me was fraud
What a shocker an imposter, I been crossed I lost ya

My best friend turned out to be an enemy the sin in me hit me
No sympathy no empathy either, Homey I never denied ya

Nothing that you wanted women, I never player hated I hooked
You up booked you up from the beginning the sin in me had
Love for you shed blood for you when you wanted to dig
I dug for you nigga, But you a double crosser nasty hand tosser
I should've known you was evil, when you told me it was cool
For we to be sex fools when we under the steeple the retrieval

I'm trying to get my life back no more stopping women
From putting a knife at your cap remember when we were
Kickin' it bitches was giving everyday we did it in
Everyway, but the respect went away you got a mind of
Your own now you're grown now can I ask you a question
Did you forget we were kinfolk nigga we the same complexion
I'm stressing

You was always in front of me so I listened everyday
You wanted me on a mission I even let you have sex
With my lady like a g. infatuated with you and not me
I sucked it up; I got back with her you ****ed it up
By letting her know I creeping around with every chick in the
Town buster, I should've known not to trust you

Listen I'm losing my life because of you
I lost my life because of you; I'm losing my wife because of you
I even had sex and a baby with that crazy ***** you introduced me to
Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh
The fate was just, belate the Tech laid to rest
Every time you got drawls you made my
Poor little life fall nigga you got balls

You ain't never had a partner like me, real a never
Ever sold you pipe dreams personal yes it might seem
Nigga when you was burning, I went and got the doxcycline
Looked out for your health, and this is all the respect
I get hater your neck I slit but I can't cause I'm
Attached to ya and I don't know why sometimes I wish
You would just die

It would eliminate all this hurt maybe I could
Get up out of all this dirt you caused me so strong
Nothing can stop ya not even cerebral pawlsy I can't believe
It my best homey turned on me you must have forgot
We grew up together I'm thru life is over now it's
Nothing else to do point the finger and blame it on you


It's all because of you, you, you. I lost my girl, my world
Is upside down because I found you wasn't shit.
It's all because of you, you, you. Broke us into you untrue
Don't know what to do I'm talking to you, who?
My dick!

Worst Enemy- Tech 9

Thats pretty talented that he raps about his penis the entire song and you have no idea untill the final verse

Birthdayz was the worst daaaaaayz
Now we sip champagne when we thirstaaaay


-"Juicy" by Biggie, 1994

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
lol, I'd be nice if i possessed clairvoyance but i don't so but how can I know if i'll like it or not if I haven't read it yet.

If you don't like opinions, don't read them...simple

What's this about clairvoyance now?

"Some might even say this song is sexist-es.
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses.
Whether your ridin' the train or in Lexus-es.
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses.
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint.
You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point."

From Simon Says by Pharoahe Monch.

I really like that part.

Also this line:

"I alleviated the pain with a long term goal." from the same song.

-AC

Originally posted by Deathblow
If you don't like opinions, don't read them...simple

What's this about clairvoyance now?

Clairvoyance means clear vision or the ability to see what hasn't been seen yet. Like some sort of psychic ability or something.

I was messin' around sayin' that cause you said "if i don't like opinions then don't read them." But it's like how am I suppose to know I'd like your opinion or not if I don't get to read it in the 1st place,lol. no big deal man, it past and it's been put behind me..let's move on.

Lets throw some ill s*** up in here. i wanna read 'em. I'v been seein' nothing but ill s*** so far from heads, keep 'em comin'. Lets go.

I know what you meant, and thanks, but I know what clairvoyance is

Here, I shall offer you some ''ill shit'' as a sign of good faith

''We're like Neanderthals trapped in ice to be precise
Microchip in your body like Blood of Christ
I fast forty days and pray for forty nights
Return to the essence of Life for all life
Conceived in the Earth and placed upon walls
Resting in the pyramid, wake when night falls
Bless me with the gat and clips to be injected
To the next life it changed my whole perspective
Slaughtering my children - Gentiles and Romans
I'm holding - swords and gats for evil omens
Mark of the beast imprint were being sewed in
To the last day they say - world exploding
1999 unrefined, internet web control your whole mind
My third eye shine insight to lead the blind
Hundred and forty-four thousand more crimes
A fugitive who's wanted by feds of all kinds
For waking up thugs and showing them true signs...
Been on this planet for 25 years but still bleeding
Internally - trapped in Hell but still breathing
Caught up in the Empire State - Garden of Eden
Millennia surround my life for wrong reasons
I didn't ask to be here, god, see I was placed
Amongst Canaanites with six carved in face
Holding all the gods up north behind gates
Amorites ruling the world and all states
True lies coming from tongues of true snakes''

-Tragedy Khadafi

Originally posted by Deathblow
I know what you meant, and thanks, but I know what clairvoyance is

Here, I shall offer you some ''ill shit'' as a sign of good faith

''We're like Neanderthals trapped in ice to be precise
Microchip in your body like Blood of Christ
I fast forty days and pray for forty nights
Return to the essence of Life for all life
Conceived in the Earth and placed upon walls
Resting in the pyramid, wake when night falls
Bless me with the gat and clips to be injected
To the next life it changed my whole perspective
Slaughtering my children - Gentiles and Romans
I'm holding - swords and gats for evil omens
Mark of the beast imprint were being sewed in
To the last day they say - world exploding
1999 unrefined, internet web control your whole mind
My third eye shine insight to lead the blind
Hundred and forty-four thousand more crimes
A fugitive who's wanted by feds of all kinds
For waking up thugs and showing them true signs...
Been on this planet for 25 years but still bleeding
Internally - trapped in Hell but still breathing
Caught up in the Empire State - Garden of Eden
Millennia surround my life for wrong reasons
I didn't ask to be here, god, see I was placed
Amongst Canaanites with six carved in face
Holding all the gods up north behind gates
Amorites ruling the world and all states
True lies coming from tongues of true snakes''

-Tragedy Khadafi

An ill verse no doubt. Some profound, conspiratorial type of flow right there.

I liked..

"I'm holding - swords and gats for evil omens
Mark of the beast imprint were being sewed in"

I could just picture that easily in my own way.

its heavy metal, band is called Brujeria...kinda underground here, but big in Mexico.

one of the greatest lyricists of all time

Ras Kass- Ordo Abchao


Now shit gets no realer, reality dictates fate
Global Policy 2000 by then, the planet depopulates
By about 1 billion men women and children
By whatever means necessary
Wars, diseases, starvation, plagues etc.
Set ya watch and watch Lord Matreya ascend
Been in effect since before George Washington Monument
An obelisk the 3300 pound capstone semi conceals the Masonic seal I'm
knowin'
But it's like trying to stop the sun from shining
Soul on Ice damned if I do and ****ed if I don't
Dog eat dog like Jeff Dauhmer
And most brothers ain't soilders cause you gots no code, you gots no honor
Wanna build an empire blood sucking me too get richer
So B, what's getting 6 figures when ya ****in' with ***** niggas
I ask you don't make me gay bash you
So the longer I live the less love I have to give
And the tragedy is it's a vicious cycle everybody's caught up the vortex
So we try to cash more checks and have more sex
The problem gets worse but a solution ain't clear
And we been sayin' the same shit for 650 years
What the ****?

It's can possibly be the best track on there. But I liked "Let the Games Begin" more.


Smif 'n Wessun

"Bucktown"


I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side,
no frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin',
'round here headz don't act their age,
ya might be another dead Boy on the front page,
Enter,
the cipher,... withcha lighter,
El's are ready,
prepare for another allnighter,
But keep a watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks,
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots,
They be actin' like they bigga than us niggas from da streets,
cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats,
I guess they hold a grudge,
cuz I won't budge, playin' tough,
starin' at the Judge with my hands cuffed,
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear,
awww yeah,
Now I'm up outta here,
Pigs look me up and down with a frown,
Is it because I'm brown, or is it because
I'm from Bucktown?,

They were like the Mobb Deep of rap before Mobb Deep came in, to me.

lets the games begin by who?

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

Originally posted by Penfold2006
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 thumbup

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
It's can possibly be the best track on there. But I liked "Let the Games Begin" more.


Smif 'n Wessun

"Bucktown"


I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side,
no frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin',
'round here headz don't act their age,
ya might be another dead Boy on the front page,
Enter,
the cipher,... withcha lighter,
El's are ready,
prepare for another allnighter,
But keep a watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks,
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots,
They be actin' like they bigga than us niggas from da streets,
cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats,
I guess they hold a grudge,
cuz I won't budge, playin' tough,
starin' at the Judge with my hands cuffed,
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear,
awww yeah,
Now I'm up outta here,
Pigs look me up and down with a frown,
Is it because I'm brown, or is it because
I'm from Bucktown?,

They were like the Mobb Deep of rap before Mobb Deep came in, to me.

They blew up same sorta time didn't they? Dah Shinin' dropped after Mobb Deep's debut, I'm pretty sure.

Anyway f*ck all that, Smif N' Wess. I love em, 90's east-coast at it's grimiest best. Dah Shinin' is perfect, in my view it's definitely up there with Illmatic, Cuban Linx and The Infamous. Wontime and Next Shit are immortal bangers.

Sure Warcloud's gone onto ''better'' things solo, but when he was still a Black Knight, nobody could spit a battle verse like Holocaust.

Absolutely murders RZA and Ghost on this track.

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doomed reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, loose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crusher german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab,
Get stabbed in bloody bath
While I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars...

Originally posted by Deathblow
They blew up same sorta time didn't they? Dah Shinin' dropped after Mobb Deep's debut, I'm pretty sure.

Anyway f*ck all that, Smif N' Wess. I love em, 90's east-coast at it's grimiest best. Dah Shinin' is perfect, in my view it's definitely up there with Illmatic, Cuban Linx and The Infamous. Wontime and Next Shit are immortal bangers.

Phat J, Kool G. Rap wrote "Let the Games Begins."

True, they were on the scene at the same time but I heard Smiff -n- Wessun alot first, then "Infamous" came out and it was over. Especially that wit that "Shook one's part II" s***. I didn't listen to "Juvinile hell", but I listened to "Infamous" way more than "Dah Shinin", which was an ill album too, but not iller than "Infamous".

But I still love the classsics Coco Brovas & Buckshot & Blackmoon (Boot Camp Click) provided. Heltah Skeltah was nasty too.

But IMO, as far as anything, Mobb Deep became the illest rap duo after Smiff n Wess.

Originally posted by Deathblow
Sure Warcloud's gone onto ''better'' things solo, but when he was still a Black Knight, nobody could spit a battle verse like Holocaust.

Absolutely murders RZA and Ghost on this track.

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doomed reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, loose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crusher german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab,
Get stabbed in bloody bath
While I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars... i know the verse by heart.

Warcloud- America

i love the imagery

The maid was in the garden, hangin' out the clothes
While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose
Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin
One stranded couple terrorized by backwoods men
A young man home from reform school, now a burglar
Since sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer
A man investigates the death of his twin brother
Three kids search for their missin' parents and cover
A nightclub owner, schemes against mobsters
Four congressmen turn out to be impostors
Five teens try to track down the jewel thief
One little boy, knocked out another's teeth
Successful script writer becomes a heroin addict
A surgeon and his ex-wife slaughtered by a mechanic
A barroom boss and they lost, threw it to the hospital
A little girl found a fly inside a popsicle
Two bored Indians become bank robbers
A cop searchin' for the killers of his father
A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze
A highway man, swindles a drunker's booth
A homeless in a dumpster, and finds a new pair of shoes
An injured jazz musician, dead on the news
A housewife entangled in lies and domestic abuse
A dirty politician tries to rub out his opponents
The outside man fought another man in the rain
A business woman had to smooth for the correct spelling of her name
A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang
Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery was never neighborly, romancin', a jackpot
He killed his wife and drove to Vegas wit her head in a hat box

P.O.S- Gimme Gimme Gunshots

Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out
I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth
Can I sleep in your den? I'm mad 'bout how she's shanking me with my house
I wrote this thing from amongst the best
She aimed it out, the time
Give me the biggest ****ing shot of disastrous ass-backwards
Triple X 1000 proof shit in a glass
Better get the whole bottle
Better yet I'll get water, I don't drink
Just give me the keys to your Civic
It's the director's to the brink
I'm, um..
I'm kind of in the mood to get shot
I'm sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by cop
The little fake hold up the clerk but I'm not loaded
The jerk at his work at my worst
By the burst, it's a loaded gun
And when the cops come
I'll aim it at they face until they lay me to waste
People will blame it on race, riot, and **** up the place
Deface all in they path and
That's what I call a crime of passion
Time, give me some NyQuill and a Tylenol
I wanted you in space
But not the shit that I do to the wall
And maybe I should call
And maybe I just **** the **** off
Cuz, it's my fault, and I ****ed it all
What am I, 10 again?
This shit was messed up from the beginning
And I knew I'd fall in love and then I'd lose it
And lose a friend
Maybe it's her fault
She never seemed to try
Time, give me a second, I've got something in my eye