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?
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
..."Some days will stay a thousand years
Some pass like the flash of a spark
Who knows where all our days go
Out here we lie together
Outside the thunder gathers
Why care about the weather
It always ends in dark
I looked west in search of freedom and I saw slavery
I looked east in search of answers and I saw misery
Some days I just don’t worry, I let it walk through me
Some days I walk into the very depths of me
So out here to the east of Eden I let my conscience be
I was waiting, I was watching
Would it ever be before me
And I found that hope and a lucky card
Were all I had to walk with me
Some days will stay a thousand years
Some pass like the flash of a spark
Who knows where all our days go !".
-Stuart Adamson
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..."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".
"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
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
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!!"
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
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
[Aceyalone]
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
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
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
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
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.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
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Plus, I only said I found them entertaining, not "OMFG that was ILL!!"
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