Originally posted by koolruningz😂
😆 "spit some southern shit."
Originally posted by koolruningz😂
😆 "spit some southern shit."
"The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it"
-BIG L/EBONICS
^one of the best concept songs
Artist: Prince
Album: Emancipation
Year: 1996
Title: Face Down Print
Correct
(Dead like Elvis) [sample repeated in song]
Check, check, 1 2, check
U know what he's sayin'?
Face down! [x2]
Somebody once told him that he wouldn't take Prince through the ringer
Let him go down as a washed up singer
Ain't that a *****?
Thinkin' all along that he wanted 2 be rich
Never respected the root of all evil and he still don't 2 this day, huh
Bury him face down, let the mother****ers kiss a ass, OK?
Face down! [x2]
Told 'em he wanted 2 sing a song about a black child goin' buck wild
And they just laughed in his face
Talk 2 your lawyer but U got no case
What U need 2 do is keep your place
Next time U pull a card, it better be a ace mother****er
Or U can lay face down (Face down!)
1 2
Face down! 1 2
Horn [x2]
Bass [x2]
Him and her meaning who I'm singin' about
And his psychoanalyst kinda saw the catalyst
As the devil with the blue jeans on, huh
Ain't it kinda funny when U see the dawn?
Sign the name they gave ya
But when them mother****ers turn around ass up, U're what?
Face down! 1 2
Face down! New Power Generation in the house, bury 'em all
Face down! Yes, oh Lord
Face down!
Orchestra [x3]
Face down!
Orchestra
Face down!
It's in his will, I read it
He shot 2 kill, he said it
4 those who know the number and don't call
Huh, **** all y'all
Face down! [x3]
Originally posted by -hh-
Will Rap for Food: 5/5
Southernunderground: 4/5
A Piece of Strange: 4.5/5i say get Southernunderground cuz it sounds more like WRFF. APOS on the other hand is a masterpiece and sounds a lot different compared to the first 2 albums.
4.5? Woah 😑
Am I the only person who thinks APOS was wack compared to their first two?
Check it: My weed smoke is my lye.
A ki of coke is a pie.
When I'm lifted, I'm high.
With new clothes on, I'm fly.
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks.
Money is chips, movies is flicks.
Also, cribs is homes. Jacks is pay phones.
Cocaine is nose candy; cigarettes is bones.
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox.
Fat diamonds is rocks, and jakes is cops
^Big L
Prince - Dirty Mind Lyrics
There's something about U, baby
It happens every time
Whenever I'm around U, baby
I get a dirty mind
It doesn't matter where we are
It doesn't matter who's around
It doesn't matter
I just wanna lay U down
In my daddy's car
It's U I really wanna drive
But U never go 2 far
I may not be your kind of man
I may not be your style
But honey, all I wanna do
Is just love U 4 a little while
If U got the time
I'll give U some money
2 buy a dirty mind
Don't misunderstand me
I never fool around
But honey, U got me on my knees
Won't U please let me lay U down?
(Down, down, down, down, ...) {fade}
I really get a dirty mind (mind, mind, mind)
Whenever U're around
It happens 2 me every time (time, time, time)
U just gotta let me lay ya, gotta let me lay ya, lay ya!
U just gotta let me lay ya, gotta let me lay U down!
In my daddy's car
It's U I really wanna drive
Underneath the stars
I really get a dirty mind
Whenever U're around
I don't wanna hurt U, baby
I only wanna lay U down
I like the name of the label: Flamboyant records. just sounds ill.
"Buck 'em down"
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life,
Each and every individual I'm in the sight,
Let my man Jewel peep your style for your card,
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God,
*Ey yo God, hit the brothers wit a verse real quick,
and show 'em how you represent the BootCamp click.*
You know what they say about brovas who screwface
Upstate, ya maybe get laced, wordlife I ain't gon bull,
Ask my man Buff,
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff,
Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke,
I got the loot from the man last night from my Timberland
Buck to the shot that i bang wit hang wit,
gangbanin' wit the double edged banger,
BootCamp Clicks breakin your laws,
If your fake, we gon bus' a cap, matter fact, break your jaw,
I'ma bring it to your chest like wind,
and fill your lungs up with all the bull you have within,
But I'ma put it back so parlay,
To the weak in, Bucktown, all we do everyday is.....
Buck 'em down!
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, buck 'em dowwn.
Some classic Deck stuff 😎
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthin Ta F Wit
‘Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I’m forced
To **** it up my style carries like a pick-up truck,
Cross the clear blue yonder, see the China Sea
I slam tracks like quarter back sacks from LT,
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS,
Blessed since the birth I earth slam the best,
Cos I bake the cake, then take the cake
And it eat it too with my crew while we head state to state’
Mr. Sandman
‘My hazardous thoughts cut the mic’s life support short
Grain gets stained like tablecloths when I let off,
Powerful, poetry push past the point of no return
Leaving mics with third degree burns,
I be at am, I cramp ya style like a spasm,
Drag em through the mud then I bag em,
Screamin hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores,
And I’ll be raw, full-force score plus seven more,
I strike like a bowling ball, holding no hostage like jail,
Electrifying like the third rail,
Beats will smash with paragraphs of ruckus,
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuthin to **** with’
Guillotine (Swordz)
‘Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath,
First class, leaving mics with a cast
Causing ruckus like the aftermath and guns blast,
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter,
Rhymes running wild like a child in a walker,
I scored, from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I slice the mic from the cord,
First to criticize, but now they have become, mentally, paralyzed
With hits that I devise, now I testify,
The best as I, Rebel INS ya highness, blessed to electrify,
With voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal that crush the amateurs
Who scream they keep it real
G’s are blacked down hoodied up and fatigued,
Part-time minor leagues receive third degrees,
Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back
The God’s shoot, and bust through like a fullback’
Visionz
‘Mind arson my squadron surround the sound garden,
Guns for hire plus you under fire in the target,
Sniper in the cipher, I, pied piper move the housing by the thousand,
I watch out the Chrysler, rhymes strike ya like the mighty Thor
Blast the door, recite a page like a tidal wave crash the shore,
Two pulls, I’m wild like mechanical bulls,
Pack a full house it’s girls’ night out, pull a handful,
Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced
I motivate, and await my sober state’
Rumble
‘I spit bars traveling tremendous speeds
Measuring far, busting satellites circling Mars,
Verbal onslaught, bring forth, physical force,
Of a hundred wild niggaz piled in the Trojan Horse,
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethics,
Confessional neck shit, left foes beheaded,
This music, is mind control like computer chips,
Been doing this for numerous years refuse to lose it,
With jungle tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
Hall of fame flamethrower take aim it’s game over,
Ayatollah, high roller nine toter,
Mind controller 2009 time quoter,
My coalition, bring the demolition,
Wu made decision, slay the competition,
With no intermission, spitting hazardous darts,
Upfront like Rosa Parks make a million men march’
Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
‘Dance with the mantis note the slim chance chant this,
Anthem swing like Pete Sampras,
Taking it straight to big man on campus,
Brandish ya weapon or get dropped to the canvas,
Scandalous, made the metro panic,
I cause static, with or without the automatic,
And while I’m at it, yo, you got cash pass it
It’s drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard’