Originally posted by sithsaber408u really think he has a cool flow? i find it boring. maybe cuz his voice doens't match his flow.
👆 ✅Too each his own, I guess.
Mind you I'm not putting him in the class of Talib, Kanye, Common, Mos Def, etc....
Or even Pac or Ice Cube...
but Banks has some punchlines and a cool flow.
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in the back coughin'
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
F*ck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi, a pair of gloves, and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream Coogi
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight
-Lloyd Banks "I'm So Fly"
Originally posted by -hh-
u really think he has a cool flow? i find it boring. maybe cuz his voice doens't match his flow.
Yeah he's cool.
He aint f*ckin' Chingy, or Paul Wall, or Sean Paul (youngbloods) or one of 100 garbage rappers who aint even MC's that are polluting the airwaves.
"Im fresh out the gutta, scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jansport"
That made me laugh out loud the first time I heard it.
Yeah, and that one he ripped from somebody else! 😄
"maybe its cus her mans a scrub like Brillow
while Banks is cool like the other side of the pillow."
I know I heard the "underside of the pillow" way before he ever came out.
Last one, I promise:
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks, nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler, I f*ck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery
Lloyd Banks "Hands Up".
Originally posted by sithsaber408hmmm im trying to remember who else said that line
Yeah, and that one he ripped from somebody else! 😄"maybe its cus her mans a scrub like Brillow
while Banks is cool like the other side of the pillow."I know I heard the "underside of the pillow" way before he ever came out.
Last one, I promise:
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks, nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler, I f*ck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the batteryLloyd Banks "Hands Up".
Interesting thread.
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"Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around."
- Johnny Cash.
"The sky was falling and streaked with blood
I heard you calling me, then you disappeared into the dust
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire."
- Bruce Springsteen
"I'm just an American boy raised on MTV
And I've seen all those kids in the soda pop ads
But none of 'em looked like me
So I started lookin' around for a light out of the dim
And the first thing I heard that made sense was the word
Of Mohammed, peace be upon him."
- Steve Earle
More to come.
This one goes to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac
You goin' around town with your system bump
And your windows cracked low to profile and front
Now I like to have nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do
Like, high postin' when you far from home
Or like, high postin' when you all alone
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense
But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence
Like "**** that, picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible, just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals
Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashin' on your revenue
You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, Like (whooooooo)
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A full on attack and it's happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you, that equals Got to me...
Mos Def- Got
Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoid
Life is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oid
Negroids act like Sigmund Freud
Dreaming of a perfect i-roid, screaming cerebrum steroid
Faking-jack decoys got beef with Ox
You can get caught in my Real Earth chatterbox
That's virtual (virtual), if you drunk a V8
You couldn't be parallel, because hell is vertical
Aha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath you
Got propelled in the sky, now soul is see-through
But it doesn't matter cause there's no molecules
Then genius becomes burden to ridicule
Realize much at stake
And excuse me for lack of better words, that's my bond that never breaks
Pierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflection
In my prism detention, they hate
On Prison's intentions, get diesel, read a book
Find god in a cell block, that's your fate
I'm that voice in the back of LL's head saying
"You gonna let a weed plant do that?" yeah, I like to instigate
This aint a space race so why you rushin'
To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P's percussion
Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up
That's just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cup
And Rome wasn't built in a day but it fell in one
And you don't got half of a step but you walk like one
I got calluses on my hand 'cause I held the sun uneven
I, got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathin'
Can-Ox is like 007 and man from U.N.C.L.E.
You off the top broke but I rip the turn-buckle
You a halloween thug, I'll expose ya face
And use you as an example that fell from Grace
They lied when they said there was no air/Aire in space
I'll boil an emcee to the teeth with no trace
I'm like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea
But it's a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees
This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie
In English with lottery numbers; I'm finished
Uh, with lottery numbers, I'm finished
Cannibal Ox- Real Earth
^ one of the greatest Vast Aire verses ever,he massacred that song, he gets all complex, and then he just starts dropping punchline after punchline. 😄
I can;t really remember the entire verse
"I wake up stare at the ceiling, I'm a king what a beutiful feeling I put on my crown right before I put on my robe and laugh at you little rappers with with your whack little flows I got the popsicle spread I'm so sick i got to write in a hospitol bed, I'm your girls mouth like a popsicle keg." and I forgot the rest it was all straight off the head
Marvolus
Jay-Z
Hova Song (Outro)
But I'm that same nigga from your corner bubblin' raw,
Skully tilted, pants saggin' damn near touchin' the floor,
And I come wit doo rags to your so-called awards.,
T-shirt, wit my chain out like "Fcuk ya all.",
Retrospect, aint been the same since i lost my dad,
he still alive but still, fcuk it, don't cross my path.
"5 boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
And I can make a tight fist and make it crumble ridiculous
Or I can smack the world with a NEW YORK MINUTE
I got Staten Island on my pinky
Queens on my thumb do
The Bronx on my middle finger screaming **** YOU
Rock ice in Manhatten so they the ring finger
You know I had to keep BROOKLYN on the trigger finger"
-Papoose verse on the Touch It Remix
It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the **** you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- *****!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
It's like a mother****in priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that ***** your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that ***** meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A mother****ing mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You ****in punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
Verse 1, "Fake Ass B*tches" by Tupac
Originally posted by 113
"5 boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
And I can make a tight fist and make it crumble ridiculous
Or I can smack the world with a NEW YORK MINUTE
I got Staten Island on my pinky
Queens on my thumb do
The Bronx on my middle finger screaming **** YOU
Rock ice in Manhatten so they the ring finger
You know I had to keep BROOKLYN on the trigger finger"-Papoose verse on the Touch It Remix
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one of my all time favorite verses
[J-Treds]
Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'
Material crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists
Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace
My words speak for themselves, so feel me
Cause on the mic I've got more presence
than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear
Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
2Pac
"Until The End of Time"
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin,
My hard stare seems to scare all my sisters kids,
So you know, I don't hang around the house much, just all night,
money-making got me outta touch,
sh*t, i ain't flashed a smile in a long while,
An unexpected birth worse than a ghetto child,
my attitude got me walkin' solo,
ride on my lonly in my low-low,
watchin' the whole world movin' slo mo.
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on
Verse 3, "Ridin" - Chamillionaire