"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.
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
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
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.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
"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
__________________ In bed, without anyone knowing, Quaresma does a trivela.
Time for some Killa Bee poison darts son...(please log in to view the image)
''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!
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
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
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
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
"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
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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 /
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
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Jan 17th, 2006 08:35 PM
so right now im not sure
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