I never thought that U would be the one
After all the things that we've been through
U gave your body 2 another in the name of fun
I hope U had some baby, if not, boo hoo
CHORUS:
It's so sad but I hate U like a day without sunshine
It's so bad but I hate U cuz U're all that's ever on my mind
Honey, I hate U - Now everyday would be a waste of time
Cuz I hate U (I hate U)
I never thought that I could feel this way
2 fall in love was a table reserved 4 fools
Say U're sorry if U wanna but it's all in vain
I'm out the door sweet baby, that's right, we're through
CHORUS
I hate U, baby, more than U'll ever know
A movie about the way I feel about U? Oh no
Rated X and over in 10 minutes
Guinness couldn't count the scenes with sex and violence in it
U hurt me, baby
4 that, I hate U
U hurt me, baby, more than I could ever hurt myself
I'd pay somebody 2 knock U off but U ain't worth the wealth
Speakin' of which, U owe me, U owe me about a million 8 or more
Perhaps we need 2 get U down at the corner store
Yeah baby, U know what time it is ... body biz
(I hate U) {repeat 4 times in BG}
I hate U, huh, more than U'll ever know
Cuz U, U're all that I ever wanna show (Sing!)
U're all I ever wanna show my inner thoughts 2, girl
All my many things, all the many things
U're the only reason, yeah (What?)
I wanna sing! (Sing it!)
Huh, last night U should've been home
Huh, last night, baby, U should've been doin' it all alone
Actin' up, girl, U was actin' up instead of grown ... yes U was
Huh, U gave a dog a place 2 bone and now your ass is all alone
Heh, I hate U
(I hate U) {repeat in BG till end}
I hate U, baby (Sing it)
Like a day, like a day without sunshine (Hey girl, chill out)
Cuz U're all, U're all, U're all that's ever on my mind (I said chill out, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, how am I gonna get along on a lonely night?
Oh tell me, girl, tell me, girl, why didn't U keep your panties on tight? (Ooh)
Ask me if I care, ask me if I care
It's so little it's like that feather in Forrest Gump
Floatin' through the air, floatin' through the air until the bus comes
I hate U - Can I get a transfer?
If I sound a little bitter it's cuz, my baby, U danced 4 a dollar
I know he didn't make U holler
And if he did, it wasn't like the time we did it 2 Mahler
Don't U remember?
U were my little nasty lady
Mine and U never felt the need 2 lay another down
And so now I frown at the sound of your very name
Cuz now, my dear, all U are 2 me is an old flame
And when it burns out, I'll be free of the mouth, the lips I used 2 kiss
My baby, my little nasty miss
The one nobody could see
Nobody but me
Why, why'd U wanna leave?
Was I so hard 2 please?
I hate U, baby
Because I love U
TuPac (Me Against the World)
"Fcuk the World"
Some of you n*ggaz iz bustas,
you runnin' 'round wit these tramp a$$ b*tches, don't trust her,
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us,
a str8 thug m*th*fcuku who ain't scared to bust, fcuk the world.
Canibus (Can-I-Bus)
B. Palace
What's the difference,
y'all n*ggas still ain't in lyrical fitness,
to busy mixin' ya bid'ness wit'cha b*tches,
while I'll be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures,
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin' on his fingers.
You best ban TV if you want me to stop,
Cos I'm so heavily influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't just Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs
It's Irreversible, Baise Moi, City of God
It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box
It's seeing paedophiles singing on Top of the Pops,
Gary Glitter, Michael Jackson what?
On the net Ken Bigley got his neck took off
That's some nasty and still you wonder why I'm sick
When I see this shit and I say exactly what I think,
That's some nasty shit and still you don't ban it
But you ban computer games something round here really stinks
What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks
Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink
You're disgraceful like getting caught pissing in the sink
Or a white girl who wont suck my dick just because its pink.
More from mister Plan B.
Brooklyn's Finest by Jay-Z feat. Biggie
[Jay-Z]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. and Bigga baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
**** three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin
D's at my doors knockin
[Jay-Z]
What? Keep rockin
No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit
the **** back with them pistols, blazin
Hot like cajun
Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn
with New York plates outside
Get up outta there, **** your ride
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright
Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)
Chill homie, the ***** in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place
and here's six shots just in case
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Let the games begin from "Roots of Evil"
Kool G. Rap
I analyze guys wit Montana eyes,
and vandalize any man alive, as soon as the hammer rise,
cut 'em down like Samurais,
kickin' that real sh*t that you fantasize,
ni**a step aside and recognize,
It's G, the real cat,
i pack the steel gat,
baby feel dat,
leave you on your back wit your sh*t clapped and peeled back.
you made a bad decision,
now you're in the back of a Cadillac
I keep quoting Kool G. cause imo i think he's the illest lyricist. There are alot others but he as ill as ill can get, to me. And i said only the illest stuff, so..
anyway here another ill verse by him:
While in the bedroom I got shorty boo tendin' my bullet wound,
put on some tunes,
she blew my sh*t like a baloon,
up in the moonlit room,
i zoomed my dcik in her womb,
and hit it full behind her,
grinding her wit my anaconda,
she rode the dcik like a honda,
i took her to the point of no return like bridget fonda,
she back spasmed, givin the crazy orgasm,
from steady rhythm,
my dcik glistened,
her lips hit 'em,
i shot jizm,
then laid back in the sack a lit the izm,
i thought about the realism,
n*gg*s is comin' & bringin' steel wit 'em,
i got just the thing to deal wit' em,
a nickel plate mac, the laser attached, wit to clips packed,
push a n*gg*s whole head back,
so i snatched that for quick spray out,
i surveyed the layout, then bounced
while i'm on alert me and the skirt,
day in and day out.
lol
I like G Rap but to be perfectly honest, he kinda bores me after a while. I could listen to him flow all day, but if I want to hear lyrical mean streets hip-hop I prefer The Infamous or Illmatic to any of Kool G's stuff. Just personal opinion considering how many people would disagree with me, but I find him overrated. There are lots of other MCs that paint more vivid pictures in my head than him.
Eardrums I smash you,
You looking at a natural
That's word to your mother, father,
Peter, Paul and Matthew
And any assh*le that wanna tassel
Reef'll eat em up then *hock & spit*
Like a motherf*ckin' cashew,
I belong in a rap zoo
With a sign that reads
''Please don't feed the angry black dude''
Cos that's when he snaps through
Grabs poop and starts throwing it,
I'm just a gorilla that learned to flow and shit
I can be so inappropriate,
But in the next bar spit a phrase that's deep as the ocean get
You hope I quit, are you bugged I'll beat you to a pulp
And use your body as a mop to sop up the BLOOD!
I'm very nice, in every fight Reggie White
You ape-man I'll pop your body like you was tryna break-dance.
- Reef The Lost Cauze
I can't wait till G. Rap drops his 5th solo joint this spring with Primo doing the beats. Aw man... It'll be his first solo since "Giancana story" from half a decade ago. Can't wait.
kool g. rap
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon, G,
wit honey right in back of me,
we fell on top of the snow in agony,
sh*t was thick, couldn't get the the 6,
i loaded the 5th, and saw a snow mobile, yo fcuk it,
i start jumped it, got on top of the sh*t and peeled,
mad soldiers out in the field,
bussin' they steel, (gunshots; sound effects)
the raw deal,
kill or be killed, sh*t is real,
n*ggas grazed me right on my heel,
tryin make a thugs blood spill in zero degrees,
niggas on skis,
me and these G's slippin' thru pine trees,
we skidded behind these,
Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped,
The other six started to pop, felt somethin' hot,
I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped,
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips,
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blue & black and I
Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in,
Mashed the gas & made the fcukin' wheel spin,
The safety again, and still doing 110,
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the Jeep to give her them,
And took a rest stop at the river bend
We living &, made it the **** out, mad slugs delivering
If that little scene isn't vivid right there, i dunno what is. On top of him adding practically every sound effect he could to make it even more vivid. From the sound of snowmobiles, gunshots, to the sounds of people skiing, down to the sound of the hard fall when he landed on the snow afer jumping of the balcony to when he skidded of when he escaped. With the sound effects in perfect sync with his delivery.
Mad vivid.
I don't know, to me, he always seems to be stuck halfway between gritty reality and his own imagination. Like that verse you just posted, sounds like a cross between a James Bond movie and Midnight by Ice-T. Not a bad thing, but to me there's nothing more vivid and engaging and above all, realistic than Havoc's subtle grimey production and Prodigy's glum delivery. It sounds like it's been recorded on a street corner, no frills or sound effects attached:
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens motherf*cker carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; leavin niggaz done son
[...]
Everything is real inside my mind, these days
You can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given
But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace.
- Prodigy
^ QU Hectic, i think. Definitely one of the illest songs.
But na, i can appreciate that. That you like those types of songs. I do too. I love 'em. But i also love versatility. It's a respected quality in the game. Storytelling is one of the illest form of rhyming in rap when and if it's done right. Mobb Deep's used it too.
But if you know G. Rap you'd know that he could definitely spit some of that real street sh*t too, on the grimy tip. Like real street life sh*t. And he dos it with sick word play along clarity. You can't beat that.
like this favorite of mine:
"Ghetto Knows"
New York, New York, the city that never sleeps,
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets,
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks,
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props,
You gotta split a top, on the regular,
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug by your competitor,
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder,
Another brother six feet under,
You know it ain't no jokin' when the streetlights are broken,
So keep your eyes open or get ready for a, smokin 'loc,
Step out of line, I hope you got your 9 gun son,
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1,
or make a run for it there's too many to tackle,
The big Apple'll put your a$$ on ice like a Snapple,
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped,
N*ggaz act up then i act back,
and bust a cap inside your fcukin' hat,
Don't even pose with them hoe$, the swinger that you chose,
just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows,
It ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops,
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop,
The younger gunmen got the bigger n*ggaz runnin',
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin',
to push a n*gga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back,
The motherfcukin' ghetto knows, and it's like that..
and that just how sh*t really does happen too. And this was just an example, not even his grimiest.