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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - "Wanted Dead Or Alive"
I'm wanted dead or alive I stalk the New York sidewalk All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine Never fess cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess Driving a Saab that connects with the mob Bank job, plenty niggers I rob Blood stains are on my Ballys A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley Pumped his face full of dum-dums Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums Yo a lot of suckers hate me with a passion Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing I got a crazy big posse or should I say a crew? Of niggers that belong in the zoo Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up One in the head, making sure you don't get up This is what happens and nobody can't stop it Crackheads searching a dead man's pockets Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Illville They murdered before and they still will Posse's roar in a drug war Cause some believe in death before poor Shooting galleries, for a rich man's salary Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories I got an order for another manslaughter Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water I had to run up in the kid's crib For something he did, I didn't dig, the little pig Anyway I didn't have it In fact now the little faggot is crawling with maggots Try to bother the neighborhood godfather And I'll burn your ass up like lava Took alive the suckers that tried to get live I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive <break: Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit between 7th and Broadway... This is Unit Two, we're closing in... Proceed with caution...> Here's the plan: Shannon, you bring the van Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots I want us all to roll like troops See now we get the roll on them Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them I want him bagged them too Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew Shoot a sucker at point-blank range If he seems like he's acting strange Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels And we can even take niggers' jewels Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness Survivors try to get live and get with this Snatch up the top man and start slapping him And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him Up and pass no time to shiver Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop The one that keeps getting niggers knocked Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe Two bullets went right through his windpipe Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath Left to bleed to death Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive <Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic... Unit Three, requesting back-up I repeat, officer requesting back-up... Yo this is Unit Two Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now I got him, I got him, I got him But when you see him, he won't be alive Cause I'm gonna get him...> I'm wanted dead or alive So you better go and pin up posters Souls are burning like bread in the toaster You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers Ready to kill some one else and Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder Plus shit you never heard of Come in my face with the he say, she say And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pel?One night some kids went for broke And you can almost choke from the gunsmoke Somebody got robbed and got fed up So he set up the block to get wet up One kid got caught down a dead-end street Gunned him down from his head to his feet One brother got smoked in a car chase Through the windshield, a bullet in the face Left his head wide open like a basket Went to his funeral, shot up his casket This is the type of shit on the street I survive Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive |
Oxide Neutrino - Only Wanna Know U Cos Ure Famous Lyrics
only wanna know coz you're famous NOW and they see us on the TV hear us on the radio they wanna get with we coz we makin G's and they wanna spend that and get publicity LIKE TRUE SAY you're on TV and all that your famous it's like certain people start crawling out from under the rocks but back in the day, they didnt wanna know you, they didnt check for you and they only wanna know you now (know you now) (chorus) only wanna know coz you're famous NOW and they see us on the TV hear us on the radio they wanna get with we coz we're makin G's and they wanna spend that and get publicity (x2) we're on stage with the champagne and i don't give a damn, give a damn, give a damn and before i can pop that shit i got 10 chicks up on my back so take'em up in the V-I-P getting mashed and all messy EVERY GIRLS LOOKING good to me but they start to talk some messy trashy: what car do i drive? how much money have i got? have i got a big house? can i have some champagne? but wait- stop what car do drive? how much money have i got? y'know what you can go suck my cock! (then neutrino gets a phone call) {hello? yo man who's this? it's me man it's me! who's me? a'yo don't ya remember me man? i suppose it's been a long time man! what? what you talking about? oi! i've seen you on the TV and everything man- me and you should go out man! what you talking about? get the fuck off the line you dickhead! ring ring mobile ring someone talking bout how i'm doing hang on THOUGH? didnt i chat you up 4 years ago? and now you wanna know? you wanna meet neutrino? you want to MC down the phone? Ya know what bitch- go blow! ring ring mobile ring WAGARN BLAD how am i doing? back in the day - you didn't talk you never stopped you just walked beg friend you need to come correct you see this fame and you wanna try set just remember how me and you were otherwise SOMETHING BADS GONNA occur (chorus)(x2) |
Tone Loc - Funky Cold Medina
cold cooling at a ball looking for some action but like Mick Jagger said I can't get no satisfaction the girls are all around but none of them wanna get with me my threads are fresh and I'm looking def yo wassup with the l o c the girls are all jocking at the other end of the bar having drinks with some no name chump when they know that I'm the star so I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina I asked the guy, "why you so fly?" he said "funky cold medina" this brother told me a secret on how to get more chicks put a little medina in your glass and the girls'll come real quick it's better than any alcohol or afrodesiac a couple of sips of this love potion and she'll be on your lap so I gave some to my dog, when he began to big and then he licked his bowl and he looked at me and did the wild thing on my leg he used to scratch and bite me before he was much much meaner but now all the poodles run to my house for the funky cold medina you know what I'm saying I got every dog in my neighborhood breaking down my door I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Strolls they won't leave my dog alone with that medina thing I went up to this girl she said "Hi, my name Sheena" I thought she'd be good to go with a little funk cold medina, she said "I'd like a drink", I said "ok, I'll go get it" and then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was with it so I took her to my crib and everything went well as planned but when she got undressed it was big old mess Sheena was a man so I threw him out I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner you must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold medina you know, ain't no plans with a man, this is the 80s and I'm down the ladies, break it down, back in the saddle, looking for a little affection I took a shot, I thought I'd test it on the Love Connection the audience guests voted, and you know, they picked a winner I took my date to the Hilton ford media had some dinner she had a few drinks, I'm thinking soon what I'd be getting, but that's when she starting talking 'bout plans for a wedding, I said "wait, slow down love, not so fast, I'll be seeing ya", that's why I found you don't play around with the funky cold medina you know what I'm saying that medina's a monster y'all |
Oxide & Neutrino arent really hip hop.Anyway,here's Mr Lif's 'Return of the b-boy'.
Verse One] Seconds after I have been swept off my feet Open through the doors and in steps the beat Complete with medical packs and four fours Looked at me and said "damn this nigga need god" Bored, apart in the streets he got beat The meat, a disinfranchised he left wheat Me, these images I could'nt ignore Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within We remove bullets and pack skin The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry At the clerk he say don't fire rounds in the flurry And I have bad, tied the hostages with his gat Told 'em break the fuck out and never look back They have the form like meiogy for the kamikaze Then they got me walking out pass the local paparazzi I see y'all re animated, sure kick get damned a flavor We came to save ya and we came to, pull back the data I repay a major situation across town, my music is lost sound Cause they had us locked down. They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs Then they facing masteries, just fittin lack of pieces Whats dope and hope that we accept the wack atheists, jesus Wheres the chamber? Allow me the become the scum rearranged uh They said "focus ya anger" and bring the rhymes that you wrote Because these folks will hang ya I accepted their concerns turn to him and said "fuck that written shit I'll flip that kid off the head" What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy We didn't want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy [Chorus] Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) x4 [Verse 2] Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map X's mark the rappers out with two head with Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat And make him regret, the day that we met I suspect he got a smooth box, I head into the rooftops Where I'll make me strategy so I can splatter them They were only half of them, five less rappers alive So we can vibe the stand and then, dope they didnt coincide They were half religous, and vicious, with dark wishes Which is to assure the core of hip hop which is snitches I dropped dimes on how to travel back in time So they can melt and miss the nine pioneers patterns to rhyme And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing Soon those niggaz won't be breathing Ive seen what I got so I'm leaving Cause I wanna, set up to stop up for the evening Niggaz hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness I'm about to rip this, come fear witness [Beat plays for About 20 seconds] [chorus] x2 [beat changes] [Mr. Lif begins rapping] Mic Check! We had ill static, over illmatic, I reached for it This nigga said I couldnt have it So tragic they try to counter my magic, I'm rabid I reached for his fuckin face and grabbed it Nigga, how the fuck did you figure You can Interfere with the music so potent That I need to just go for a moment Before I moved on. Then I heard two songs Spit flavor from those head up the 36 chambers I'm about to bring this nigga danger He was illucive an uncle tom carry a nuciance Strong and spiritually useless I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin treated like labrats Beatin with sticks and straps Hidden with conscience, held a mirror up to his face The motherfucker jetted out of the place Who's next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats Claiming that he got contacts, I stepped to him slow Looked deep in his eyes, see another person was within him Cause he's living a lie A rap nearly operation Told him that man was not meant to leave earth's population These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low This had no effects on my abilities though To murder an MC is standing procedure Looked and see this cat gone follow the leader But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chester leader The primary feature, my intense earth to to bleed ya All this blood stream, and I'm steadily aiming To find the next nigga for naming Thats when the death sticks came in, hand me This mega large nigga tried to brand me I thought the mega blast to enemies Then my mind aged to centuries Futuristic data, for a complex matter This power left to cater, I can compete with the equator Smiled I can see him through the earth's vapors Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground What mind, jaw dropped looked what I found Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, EMPD and RUN DMC But when we get three feet Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldnt believe My enemy was a genetic replica of me That means self is the biggest tour It could me the bigger fall, a truly vicious type of war So now I'm thrown off, taken back to back, I didnt know how to react To lack a plan of attack, but it was in full effect, connect He didnt affect my intellect, but thoughts I couldnt accept Images of my grandmother in that old folks home Became Very vivid in my dome, this method of rap is telepathic Damage of my mental fabric, hell a vibe or I have it Criminal I can't stand it,or understand it yet my torture was expanded By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down By himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health Chronicle inseperable thoughts, to my head 98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again Had a vision of my defeat of him So now I'm back, strapped and intact Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact Thoughts were un holdly, slowly up he looked me up and down coldly Like I'm the motherfuckin chrome be And I am damned I dropped the mic from my hand Saw some open land so I ranned But as the gem has past hearts, my man had blast shots Bloodcots stopped ciculation from my nog My ego's dead my humiliation to mumble feeble shit Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips So who's me, maybe this oozie, cold hard and steel With a sign that says use me I call on Susie, and tell what you see Usually, I wouldnt let a biter confuse me Much of this instance, make a difference So started to think with, the innocence fit infants incents of incest Burn in inscents, I'm intense Funny how the powerful scent just dense his senses Dont even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone To relentless, sequences that leap fences beating all human kind to defenseless So I shift for, never sick for with a swift sword, clipped and flipped this mic for Speechless, never wit weakness he tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif Be my guest, take a guess who was left to mess And at peace request I summoned the sun to burn a whole in his chest [Mr. Lif Talking to the end] |
OK, Oxide and Neutrino aren't hip-hop, but they are rap. And those lyrics are good.
I - Public Enemy (Flava Flav on vocals) I Came From A Place I Forgot I Woke Up In A Parking Lot Far From A Meal & A Cot On The Corner Where All The Streets Got The Same Name Maybe My Brains On The Brink Of Insane Pain Between The PapersWhile Sleepin On The Train This The Land Of Milk And Honey Know What I’m Sayin The Invisible Man Times Three Black, Down & Out Out Standing On A Corner No Doubt Now A Nation Of Homeless Sleepin In Bus Stations Another Win For The Pilgrims Who Said No More Haitians As I Proceed Someone To Feed Me Is What I Need Through Three Blocks Of Dealers Tryin To Hit Me Off Wit Weed Avenue & Boulevard Hungry As A M-Fucka Hope To Get A Ride From A Trucker Everybody Know I Ain’t No Sucker Everyone Used To Drop 30 At The Rucker Away From Crazy Kids In Generation Wrekked Dissin Pyramids While Praisin Projects Walk Past Old Folks Gettin No Respect Callin Young Folks A Bunch A No Good Rejects And I Walk On An Eye For An Eye I Can’t Recognize The Man In The Mirror Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I’m Lookin At Cause I’ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I’m Goin An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee Now How The Hell Can I Be Free Who This Cat I’m Lookin At Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin So I Move On And I Walk On Past The Preachers And The Pimps Gettin Their Talk On Now Why Do Home Gotta Be Where The Negative Roam To Be Or Not To Be - So I Roll Alone I’m Trapped Within This Skin & These Bones Temporary Kings On Cellular Phones Can I Last As I Walk Past Cigarette Billboards & Malt Liquor Ads Walkin On Broken Bottles & Potato Chip Bags Everyone I See Got The Nerve To Brag Where They From What They Got And Don’t Own Squat Disrespect Where They From And Ya Might Get Shot Zombies Askin Me What The Latest Bomb Be Should Shot The Fuckin Sheriff & The Fuckin Deputy For Ok In The Drug Trade And Lettin It Be But I Know Prison For Me Is An Industry So I Walk I Heard The Best Things In Life Be Free Didn’t God Make The Land The Air We Breathe Not For The Homeless Don’t Give A Damn About Me In The Mirror Somebody Else Is Starin At Me Maybe Prison Is The Skin I’m Within All This Time I Been Sufferin Can’t Fix It Wit A Bufferin Plus They Said I’ll Never Work In This Town Again Damn So I Keep On Walkin An Eye For An Eye I Can’t Recognize The Man In The Mirror Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I’m Lookin At Cause I’ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I’m Goin An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee Now How The Hell Can I Be Free Who This Cat I’m Lookin At Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin Lil Day Day Is Big Day And Just Did Time Seen Him Standin On The Unemployment Line Which Collided Wit The Line Of The Health Clinic I Seen Crazy Stacy Her Ass Standin Up In It No More Welfare Cut Her Medicaid Damn My Mama Used To Do Her Braids I Keep Walkin So They Don’t See Me But I Doubt If They Doin Any Better Than Me So I Walk On Never Take The Planet For Granted I Paved The Concrete, Asphalt & Granite I Walk Past 3 Brothers Sittin On The Porch Wit A Yard Of Dirt And Littered Wit Newports Talkin How They Comin Up While They Sittin On Their Ass As I Walk Past Em I’m A Target Of Their Laughs And One Said Lets Get Em For His Fuckin Stash As I Walked Fast Past The Other Yards Wit Grass Had A Lil Cash Tried To Make It Last From A Few Deals I Made From Cleanin Windshields I Ran Like A Rally They Caught Me In An Alley Can’t Get Out The Ghetto From New York To Cali I Thought I Had Nuthin Till I Felt The Knife And Now I Ain’t Even Got A Life |
Dr.dre
(Snoop) Yeah nigga. We still fuckin wit ya. Still water runs deep. Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Nine nine nigga, guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit uh dre, oh fo sure [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K.nigga. Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot. Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock. You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block. Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was "The Chronic." They want to know if he still got it. They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it. [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on thangs. [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x) Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still,I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus x2 It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Nigga's try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regards Chorus x3 [Snoop] Right back up in ya muthafuckin ass '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky icky Oooh weee, put it in the air Or you's a fool D.R. |
the funniest guy. the best one and two liners ever.
i dont have no trouble wit you fuckin me, but i have a little problem with you not fucking me. rhymes come stinkin like a girls poo poo. i keep my breath smellin like shit so i can get funky. i wanna see blood, whether its period blood, or bustin your fuckin face...some blooooooooood!!!! he was a nut. love it. |
Cistychov
"Hanba Ti" Svojich ojebavas,Hamba ti R: Patríš k tým co majú všetko v p*ci ty,Hamba ti Vravia ti smrad skur*ený,Hamba Ti Bez chrbtovej kosti,nevieš kde koncí brada ti,Hamba ti Ked charakter ti vznikal,možno to niekto spiskal, možno ty si to zle loto vybral a povrchnost v ruke stiskal a s nou piskal v drzosti a správaní sa k blízkym zlym co raz odvážnejšie císla písal,pre svoje nové gate oje*al by si aj mater si frajer ,no na cudzí úcet a nefér ojeba*ý známi z bráni brali na teba moc malý meter a tak u ludí na okolí zanechal si hodne vela sekier v sebectve, pre seba na vonok v herectve no niekedy už aj ten dobrý herectve si bol plno ale cinov málo ako hudov v neveste,skutky kdeže ste v pici R: Všetko sa ti naspät vráti aj ked nie dnes ešte zhnijú tvoje po tajomky oberané cerešne Zo stromov blízkych ludí, co si oberával necestne aje*avat,aje*avat ženy kamarátov za ich zadkom sto percentne budes dobrým tatkom ked si bol malý ta bili lebo si hovno vedel viacej ti doslo na cinky a ihli aby si si vo svojom zrkadle sedel že k tomu nemecké auto za sto,horsa na mladších strúhat gestá gangstrov mestom už ide množstvo vyje*ancov, takých ako ti si stroskotancom majú plnšiu buksu,no plitšiu dušu,plnú hubu hnusu slov bez vkusu Hanba Ti,curák ta až naro do mínusu taký ako ti zbytocne tu sú anyone with me? |
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H16 - "Nech ti nejebe"
 Ha, H16 a, a, aha, tu a teraz, Dilema, AB, Kardinál a Dj Yano , áno? ha, 2003 synak, nech ti nejebe(nech ti nejebe), ha, aha, druhá strana mince brácho, H16-ka, raz, dva. Synak máš tu česť, spoznať aký štýl dáva H16, AB, Dilema, Kardinál v spoločnej veci, po jej dokončení zabehneme na pol deci, oslávime to a napíšem zas niečo nové, pretože som MC, je to moja práca a Hip-Hop to není Fredy Aisy ani Ibi Maiga a jeho prijebané vlasy, ale ulica, málo kešu a mladí chlapci. Ne sú to zvoncové nohavice a vyjebaný pervitín ale štyri elementy, veľmi silný tím 2003. A diktujem z duše skrz mikrofón, moje rapro schopnosti nútia ľudí skákať po plafón. Ne som skupina, rými a metafory, mám ich milión. Falošných vyjebancov zrazím odsutý kamión. Synak môj flow ťa vyťahá za uši, štýl zlomí všetkých čo si myslia že ten ich je najlepší. Á pretože flow, tok slov, ten je väčší ako všetky hory, lepší ako diery v mori, flow ktorý tvorím ja keď mysľou tu ponorím sa do slov hovorím len čistou rečou plnou zmyslov. Tá ktorá vniká do človeka a tak vzniká aká taká rétorika, ktorá priamo dotýka sa protivníka, tak, tak, tak ako rieka vteká do jazera, tá moja lyrika vniká do pozerá, do toho, čo pozerá, do toho, čo zazerá ako pako na to ako sa to ľahko dá, keď sa robí jak sa má, keď sa baví nech sa dá, tá tvoja hlava rozmáva, H16 slová rozdáva. Prásk, krásk z prava od Dunaja nová zostava(zostáva), Dilema, AB, Kardinál zas raz čas aby si stál, tancoval, ruky dal ty hore, mal to svoje ale teraz bral to moje, to čo je moje, to je to ktoré tu teraz ty počuješ, nechápeš to ale vieš že ty tiež dokážeš to, len ak ty chceš ak ty vieš že ak ty nebudeš čakať nikdy nebudeš sa flákať ale stále budeš makať no a stále budeš dávať a hrávať rap ktorý bude pózy lámať, aha, rap ktorý bude pózy lámať, je to rap, ktorý pózy láme. Refrén: Pre ľudí z ulice, hej, hej, tá skupina chalanov H16, to je rým a beat, je to kurva jasné?(2x) H16-ka čerstvá jak chleba z Tesca, pripravená na tie decká z www.hip-hop.sk. A behom vyciahli ženu, z domu rodinu preč na Ukrajinu, z duše spúšťam slovnú lavínu a nepičujte do nás lebo stúpite na mínu. Urážaš H16? Urážaš moju rodinu. A to není moc dobrý nápad. Chceš sa do mňa obuť? Vyradím ťa jedným veršom synak, s tým by si mal rátať. Vždy, keď chytím pero alebo tužku píšem pre môj tím, pre tých čo fajčia endors silný jak heroín, pre chalanov čo drtia basketbal na ihrisku, a pre celú moju družinu tam na sídlisku. Pre writerov čo nosia celý rok dve mikiny len aby mohli mrdať fľaky, aby mali na kedy, pre najebaný víkendový dobytok, čo príde na byt na party a začne demolovať nábytok. Pre hip-hopovu kultúru, ktorá nás spojila v jednu armádu, čo píše rými, skladá beaty a zmetá fasádu, takže asi tak brácho. H16, nech ti nejebe. Á, ďalšiu dekádu za moju armádu, né pre parádu no ale pre ľudí čo na ulici vytvárajú rodinu, hodinu čo hodinu ja viem že tam na ihrisku mám ľudí skupinu blízku, Tu H16-ka, tam na sídlisku, presne tam kde ty riskuješ keď pyskuješ, zisťuješ že piču vieš o tom kto som. Tak o čom potom tu trepeš keď nevieš. Šak ešte ani nechodíš a už myslíš že bežíš, ja tu každú vetu venujem iba rozkvetu rapu, ty bozkaj my pätu, keď tu chceš ukazovať svetu, že aký si ty veliký a bohatý, pre mňa ty stále si muklo a si osratý, čoskoro pochopíš že každú jednu pózu život fackou ti oplatí a nakope ťa do riti tá hanba, a vtedy sa ukáže aká je tvoja banda, a niekto z nich sa vráti iný stratí že? , že? , preto verím že keď sa tá karta obráti mňa tá parta nezradí a za tých mojich pravých, za každým ja sa tu postavím. Ja a môj rým ako zohratý tým, tak ako otec a syn, tak ako ciga a dym, no ale stále iba svoj to pokoj, stále som len taký istý jebo ako ty, nič viac ako ty, no ale určite ne menej, radšej iba ďalej, stále sebou sám ostávam, som taký aký som a jebal pes či to chutí tebe, mne stačí tu H16, tak nech ti nejebe, brácho, H16 stále pri sebe, stále pri sebe, stále pri sebe(stále pri sebe). Refrén: Pre ľudí z ulice, hej, hej, tá skupina chalanov H16, to je rým a beat, je to kurva jasné?(2x) |
ok, enough for the language jokes.
not funny anymore. |
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Sure you mean UK Garage?? |
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I don't know much about rap, but i know what i like... Buck 65 is a bit easier for a white guy in the sweaty crotch of the UK to relate to...
Artist: Buck 65 Song: The Centaur Most people are curious Some wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down I'm a man But I'm built like a horse from the waist down People are afraid of me but act like they love me Feast your eyes upon my nudity I am Beauty AND the Beast I have plenty to say But nobody listens because my cock is so big And the end of it glistens; so I'm famous for it Freaky is what everyone's name is for it Sure, it's larger than yours I'm a CENTAUR for Chrissakes! I like to eat rice cakes and listen to classical music I'm told passion is my specialty But really I'm old-fashioned I'm quite well-built As fas as physiques go So people seem to think that I belong in a freak show They wanna have pictures taken Constantly assumin' that my sex drive is three times that of a normal human Askin' silly questions like I'm their personal mentor All they care about is my big dick because I'm the centaur The porno industry Wants to pay me lots of money to appear in books and movie 'Cause they think I look funny But I'm lookin' for true love Not groupies and freaks More than a huge cock - I have a complicated mind I'm not the favorite kind of companion For the average person Sometimes things start well But eventually worsen when sex becomes a problem Or else they're unimpressed with the attention that you get Bein' a centaur's love interest You don't care about my next life Just my ex-wife and the intimate details of our sex life Most people are curious Some wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down I'm a man But I'm built like a horse from the waist down |
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Good call on Mr.Lif Porkmarras, I used to listen to him like, every day last summer. I thought he was white at first because of his unique voice. I don't listen to him so much now because it's pretty much all I used to listen to in regards to hip hop, but some of his albums barely had any weak tracks. I like how Return of the B-Boy attaches to the previous two tracks and it makes a story about how he needs to get a gun, and then he ends up getting shot and goes to heaven. |
Return of the B-Boy is one of the best fucking hiphop tracks I've ever heard. I mean, the last part of it, with machine-gun fast flow over oldskool breaks is just nuts!
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I actually enjoyed A Glimpse at the Struggle much more than Return of the B-Boy.
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Ay, this is life man, niggaz out here talkin
rappin about shit you ain't never seen or had no parts in, youknowhatI'msayin? Shit ain't cool man, ay Lo, take 'em where you from Let me take you to a place where the sun don't shine Killers don't talk, little kids don't mind Men don't work, don't take care of babies You bought my album but bootleggers don't pay me City runnin wild, cats don't give a fuck Junior High students don't say no to drugs Liquor stores don't ask shorties for their ID This is a place where don't nothin surprise me The ghetto The ghetto, yo.. Now you can get shot, everyday it's a struggle to be alive Mentally, physically, only the strong survive Can't hide from the fact ghettos is filled with blacks (blacks) crack (crack) smack (smack) roaches and rats Thugs totin they gats, this ain't a nice place to visit The people that you live with, hearts cold and frigid That girl over there, don't even bother with her (why?) She's a hoodrat, gold-digger, never had a father figure Her older brother was a big time drug dealer When he was young his role model was a drug dealer Now that he's older, everybody wants to cop a boulder He took a bullet in his head, now he's in a coma (bloaw!) You callin 9-1-1, this ain't a joke You rollin like a blunt cause you might get smoked The sad part about it ain't the money or the dope The trigger man wasn't even old enough to vote Shit ain't all good in the hood Touch mine, wish a nigga would You knowhatI'msayin? (In the ghetto) Landlords don't do nothin but collect rent Police don't patrol, serve or protect it Brothers don't allow others to hustle on they block Always carry heat cause the beef don't stop And it don't quit, everyday the same shit Hustlin to get you what your job can't get And I ain't even talkin 'bout a Benz or Mercedes (what you talkin about?) I'm talkin about toothpaste, diapers for your babies The basic necessities of life The homeless sleepin in a cardboard box every night The only playgrounds is vacant lots and burned buildings You gotta feel sorry for the children How they gon' do they homework when they homes don't work? They can't read books cause the lights don't work (nope) They can't take a bath cause the water don't work (nope) The stove in the kitchen, plus the heat don't work (nope) It's cold at night, they mommas can't afford jackets She too busy tryin to support the crack habit The State took her kids, now they all doin bids (man that sound crazy) I know it sound crazy but that's how it is, in the ghetto The ghetto All I see are hearts that's hollow, from Detroit to Chicago Just hopin you can follow Shit's real, I know it sounds crazy Shit, it's how it is, how it is.. (This is a place where) Nothin surprise me (This is a place where) Nothin surprise me.. |
I LOVE RAKIM!
the illest flow, the best internal rhythms, the smoothest yet roughest voice. But we cannot forget the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, Slick Rick The Ruler. THE MOMENT I FEARED Well Im sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth (my teeth) Its the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief) My muscles kind of ache, they felt rigid and stuff So I looked around, and I smoked this big fat spliff Now Im happy as can be Im in this pothead spell I put some visine in my eyes so that no one can tell Its 12:55 almost time for the bell Put the breathmints in the mouth so that the mouth dont smell Now back on the job, I dont bother no one I keep strictly to myself and all my work gets done Now the jobs finally over its time to have fun And Im hangin out with trevor theres a kid named john Got real drunker than a skunk and happy as can be We went, to the latin quarters and we got in free Scoopin all the girls like nuttin with my trunk jewelry Cause ima fly brown brother and you cant school me Boogie down was performin hey they aint no joke And a bunch of brooklyn kids was lookin all down my throat Was it my big chains with the big plates on em? Then they rolled on me and told me to run em This was the moment I feared... Hey yo homeboy take off your chains man Bout to hurt you real fuckin bad, Im gonna fuck you up This was the moment I feared... Yo whats the matter stupid? take the shits off man! The fuck is up? I said, theyre really not real, theyre just a front for the girls Then a whole bunch of fists just, caved my world I was in pain, so ashamed, I wish I had not came Had to kindly pick up my face and then ride home on the train, then I went to an open store thats where I brought/bought me a quart Then I went to the park, and I sat and I thought I seen danny boy though hes with his girl named sarah In one of his cars, I think this ones a bravera She calls out to me, but, I really couldnt hear her So I went just a little bit closer so Id hear a little clearer She said, I need veronica blades thats right near tilden I said, I know where thats at cause thats right next to my building I gave em the information and they went on their way I went home, and there I slept til almost three the next day Then someone knocked on my door, I opened up, no quit! It was sarah with some magazines and a bag named kit She tried to use me and seduce me and at first I wasnt with it Then we did it and we did it and we did it and we did it She said it was great, she said shes glad we had done it The elevator came and danny boy was on it This was the moment I feared... Hey yo what the fucks goin on here? What you doin to my girl homeboy? This was the moment I feared... Oh I just know yall didnt just finish fuckin I just know yall aint just finish fuckin Well he was huffin and puffin and he swung at me -- word So I pulled out my jammy and I silenced the nerd Then he was dead two in the head I took the cash and the visas She said, dont worry about a thing just make sure nobody sees us We went back to her apartment, there was blow in the freezers She said, were rich were rich we can have whatever will please us Now I dont hang with no one who aint good for my health So I put the sugarhead out and I went for self Now I was rich as I was rich I could have whatever would please me Now I could wear real gold in front of folks that would tease me Yah me, Ill be a new neighborhood dad Catsll roll up on me screamin, yo rick my man!! I guess I was too fly word up Im sorry to say Ya see a cop rolled up on me and told me, make my day I said, relax brother, but he had proof that I had done it Yah they had false hair on underwear with my fingerprints all on it This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style And I was the main event on the tv for a while But now Im in jail doin life and Im scared Some kids snuffed me cold and greased me where no one dared This was the moment I feared... Turn around nigga (hahahaha) Spread your cheeks This was the moment I feared... Uhh, aowwhwhwaa! stop stop! ahaowwhahaooho |
Big L: Ebonics
Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down 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 cop And if you got rubbed, you got stuck You got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus: repeat (2X) "Speak with criminal slang" -Nas That's just the way that I talk, yo "Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas Yo, yo A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook If you caught a felony, you caught a F If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats Condoms is hats, critters is cracks The food you eat is your grub A victim's a mark A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart Your apartment is your pad Your old man is your dad The studio is the lab and heated is mad I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus (2X) 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 |
Quasimoto - The Clown - Further Adventures of Lord Quas
Artist: QuasimotoAlbum: The Further Adventures of Lord QuasTitle: The Clown feat. Madlib [Madlib] If I could I'd buy records everyday of the week But then I would have no money for when I'm with my freak Fuckin with these records I ain't never going to sleep But that's how it is when you're into this shit [Quasimoto] Want this [Madlib] Paying 60 dollars for a simple drum lick [Quasimoto] What about your beat [Madlib] Spending 2 hours looking for a certain kick Man I ain't about to buy a beat man I can't even find a disk man to sell it Man, what the fuck I make beats everyday of the week I used to listen to the "Sound of the Zeekers" Rock and Roll Now I'm over here on smashing your speakers Boss 303 |
Mobb Deep
(Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no fellas (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is featherweight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your pretty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no feelins G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money... |
When The Music Stops- D-12
Bizzare Music (music), reality (reality), sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psyche! Eminem If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter if there aint Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for A joke You smokin' crack? 'fore I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some whack Shit out I'm trynna smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin' to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothin' but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin' I'm just trynna to knock His teeth out (Punching Sound) Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, muthafucka if you're really feelin' froggish, leap Yo Slim, you gonna let him get away with that He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops Swift There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you woulda tried The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennesy, Got drunk then I finished he (gunshot sound) I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga wit beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently I'm not what ya think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin', ya think not ya got balls We can see how large When the music stops Kon Artist I was happy havin' a deal at first Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst It hurts when you see ya friends turn their back on you dawg When you ain't got nothin' left but ya word and ya balls And your stress full of cause Of ya new friends they beggin' wit they hands out Checkin' for your record when it's sellin' When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin u drink till you car spin you then Screech Damn! Crash you slam into the wall and you fall Out the car, trynna crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music Stops Kuniva Let's see how many of ya men loyal When I pull up lookin' for ya Wit a pistol sippin' on a can of Pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ya head would just explode With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin' about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while given the chance Understand I can enchance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dyin' alone that really Hurts me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trynna walk how g's walk before we spark Hump the floor while we playin tug of war with your life, fuck the tour and the Mic I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like yoU high hype poppin' shit in broad daylight nigga your a goner at night When The Music Stops Proof Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors Ya'll don't want war, Ya'll want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof! Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomp the booth shake the floor tiles loose The more ya'll breathe, shits the more I moves This hill street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our dues (nigga) Or make the news betcha all ya'll move When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop Bizzare Music has changed my life in so many ways Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now I'm in jail '93 was strictly R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who go'n tell me I ain't Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fuckin' Priscilla tonight Flyin' down sunset smokin' crack Transvestite in the front Eddie Murphy in the back MOP had me grimy and gritty Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue And grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now I'm in the hospital with a Broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock, I'm reachin' for the glock but the music stops |
Busdriver - Imaginary Places
Im just here to hold your hand when you die and to show you around imaginary places puttin many lumps on my bloody stump edible habits so I bit the perfect circle die in your sleep with the sky at your feet ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace how did you do it, i dont know, im ok every person i know is a secret sorta agent cuz im accused of lewd conducts (all prove hard to rate the prompts?) (**my guess**) any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin a funny farm a coo coo but they need a villian Im just here to hold your hand when you die there is not a sicker person that can do it better no need to skip it in my eco system but in the audience of me being evil christian H-M know how I hate him so but he charged me for a halo but im on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk of a sky mirror Ill go crazy with a mud pie I play dead songs on the sill screen Iron my shirt it is a chill dream It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it straight up from the center finally fair-well Im just here to hold your hand when you die and to give your assault rifle a bannana clip flow in the dark when i stroll in the park giving everybody informative pamphletes no sign of life for as far as i can see everybodys just charred meat up in the car seat eat shit and die to the secret spy cuz i have this funny feeling that im being watched 24-hour survailance money or power or ailments whyd they send the medical the he shimmered me the hammer it was way too much you coulda went and had 200 Im just here to hold your hand when you die Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot late market closed, and the irk on her nose turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts shes had no love for the thought that she was she doesnt love me cuz I dont have the right hair cut Im miss-understood, I just face it, Im no good but I will not appologize for anything that I say My name is Mr Busdriver this is the producer Paris we are not embarassed to admit that we were purchasing a bit of our own imaginary place kids.. if you want to piss off your parents show interest in the arts kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes ok ok, alright, um, yea.. now move! - lots of scratching - gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to) Im just here to hold your hand when you die Paris and Daddy care, theyll also be there too Im just here to hold your hand when you die Unless you get the (senamums) to her we'll help you Im just here to hold your hand when you die Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you Im just here to hold your hand when you die Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too Im just here to hold your hand to die Im just here to hold your hand when you Just here to hold your hand.. when you die.. |
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third verse of "my philosophy":
How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!" this is just one style out of many like a piggy bank this is one penny my brother's name is Kenny Kenny Parker my other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker who gets weaker? the king or the teacher it's not about a salary it's all about reality teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood if you were to rule over a certain industry **** right now would be in misery no one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king am I wrong?! so yo, what's up it's me again Scot La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend we're criminal minded and only tend funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they get the album take it home and start sweatin' why? well it's simple to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us me or Scot La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sound? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88 you suckas |
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I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all. You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired, and you're waving the damn flag. Frank, what's that man? I'm just watching some bullshit. On the news. It's fucking bullshit. Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself for your live telecast. Coming live from my own theater room, Beautiful weather offered a nice shine, Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline. It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence. My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures. Don't give me that ethical shit. I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids, and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is. That's exsactly how they attacked, with a typically dark-skinned disney villain. Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings. Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction. Pregnant women could have protected their children; wheelchairs were stairway obstructions. I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal, wondering if after it settles, we'll find who provided power to radical rebels. The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over, but only on our own soil, so the little boy holds a toy soldier, and waits for the suit and tie to come home. We're going to wait until he's older, though, before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. I'll get a close-up of his head. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself while the stock markets crash. The city is covered in inches of mud. I see some other pictures of victims erupt. Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck, leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding hands, to escape the brutal heat; sometimes in groups of three. The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would like to breath, but all they say when all was said, beyond the talking heads, was the bloody dust with legs, looking like the walking dead calling for meds. All the hospitals overwhelmed, volluntiers need to go the hell home. Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell phones. Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death toll? Someone we rally behind. He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll. We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control. The less we know, the more they fabricate, the easier it is to sell a soul. (Man talking) There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last. Changes need to be made; no more curbside baggage, seven pm curfew, racial profiling will continue with less bitching. We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote, remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier. So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part. We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on TV. Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties. The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck, 'cause lots of things seem too sick. I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music. I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss. We don't really know who the culprit is yet, but he looks like this. We know who the heroes are, they're not the xenophobes who act hard. We taught the dog to squat, how dare he do that shit in our own back yard. They happen to scar our financial state, and char our landscape. Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn tape? While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats, on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst. So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a family huddle, 'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score, humanity struggles. There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble; some of them dug for answers in the mess, but the rest were looking for trouble. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself. Don't waive your rights with your flags. (Two people talking) Seriously, if I want to find out anything, I'm not going to read Time Magazine, I'm not going to read Newsweek, I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth, you know that. What kinds of truths are they omitting? Well, anything. Even on a worldwide basis. They'd just go off the stands in a day if they printed really the truth. What is really the truth? Well, really the truth is just a plain picture. |
The Point Of No Return Immortal Technique lyrics
Artist: Immortal Technique Album: Revolutionary, Vol. 2 Year: 2003 Title: The Point Of No Return  Print[Talking] Yeah... It's that real this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped Living in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crack But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B Just like the spanish exterminating Tainos Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomer strapped and ready to blow Lethal injection strapped down ready to go Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatte The end of the world, mother fucker you not ready This is the point of no return and nobody can stop it Malcolm little running up before Elijah Muhammad The commedent killed the dinosaurs, changing the earth They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse Like prescription pills when you miss using them nigga The temple of nights when they took Jerusalem nigga And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple Al Aksa the name is no coincidental I know too much to government is trying to murder me No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically How could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the country Genetic engineered sickness spread amongst me My people are so hungry that they attack without reason Like a fuckin' dog ripping off the hand that feeds him Immortal Technique is treason to the patriot act So come and get me mother fucker cause I'm not coming back [Hook] This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever I burn This is the point from which I could never retreat Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace This is the point from which I will die and succeed Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed From now on it can never be the same as before Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore [Verse 2] This is the point of no return nigga you better believe this Mary Magdalen giving birth to the children of Jesus The evolution of the world, bloody and dramatic Human beings killing monkeys to conquer the planet The kingdoms of Africa and Mesopotamia Machine gunnin' your body with depleated uranium This is the age of micro chips and titanium The dark side of the moon and contact with aliens I started out like Australians, criminal minded Broke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind it South Paul, murderous, methadology nigga Remember that I'm just a man don't follow me nigga Cause once you past the point you can never go home You've got to face the possibility of dying alone So tell me mother fucker, how could you die for the throne? When you don't even got the fuckin' heart to die for your own It rains acid, one day the earth will cry from a stone And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome Comperized humanity living inside of a clone This is the place where the unknown is living and real Worm went to planet X and the seventh seal Universal truth is not measure in mass appeal This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky Cause almost everything that I was always ever told was a lie [Hook] This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever I burn This is the point from which I could never retreat Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace This is the point from which I will die and succeed Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed From now on it can never be the same as before Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore |
L'encre coule, le sang se répand
la feuille buvard Absorbe l'émotion, sac d'image dans ma mémoire Je parle de ce que mes proches vivent et de ce que je vois Des mecs coulés par le désespoir qui partent ŕ la dérive Des mecs qui pour 20.000 de shit se déchirent Je parle du quotidien, écoute bien mes phrases font pas rire Rire, sourire, certains l'ont perdu - je pense ŕ Momo Qui m'a dit ŕ plus; jamais, je ne l'ai revu Tenter le diable pour sortir de la galčre, t'as gagné frčre Mais c'est toujours la misčre pour ce qui pousse derričre Pousse pousser au milieu d'un champs de béton Grandir dans un parking et voir les grands faire rentrer les ronds La pauvreté, ça fait gamberger en deux temps trois mouvements On coupe, on compresse, on découpe, on emballe, on vend A tour de bras, on fait rentrer l'argent du crack Ouais, c'est ça la vie, et parle pas de R.M.I. ici ici ici Ici, le ręve des jeunes c'est la Golf gti, survet' Tachini Tomber les femmes ŕ l'aise comme many Sur Scarface, je suis comme tout le monde je délire bien Dieu merci, j'ai grandis, je suis plus malin, lui il crčve ŕ la fin La fin, la faim, la faim justifie les moyens, 4, 5 coups malsains Et on tient jusqu'ŕ demain, aprčs on verra bien On marche dans l'ombre du malin du soir au matin Tapis dans un coin, couteau ŕ la main, bandit de grand chemin Chemin, chemin, y'en a pas deux pour ętre un dieu Frapper comme une enclume, pas tomber les yeux, l'envieux en veut Une route pour y entrer deux pour s'en sortir, 3/4 cuir Réussir, s'évanouir, devenir un souvenir Souvenir ętre si jeune, avoir plein le répertoire Des gars rayés de la carte qu'on efface comme un tableau tchpaou! c'est le noir Croire en qui, en quoi, les mecs sont tous des miroirs Vont dans le męme sens, veulent s'en mettre plein les tiroirs Tiroir, on y passe notre vie, on y finit avant de connaître l'enfer Sur terre, on construit son paradis Fiction, désillusion trop forte, sors le chichon La réalité tape trop dure, besoin d'évasion Evasion, évasion, effort d'imagination, ici tout est gris Les murs, les esprits, les rats la nuit On veut s'échapper de la prison, une aiguille passe, on passe ŕ l'action Fausse diversion, un jour tu pčtes les plombs Les plombs, certains chanceux en ont dans la cervelle D'autres se les envoient pour une poignée de biftons, guerre fraternelle Les armes poussent comme la mauvaise herbe L'image du gangster se propage comme la gangrčne sčme ses graines Graines, graines, graine de délinquant qu'espérez-vous? Tous jeunes On leur apprend que rien ne fait un homme ŕ part les francs Au franc tireur discret au groupe organisé, la racine devient champs Trop grand, impossible a arręter Arręté, poisseux au départ, chanceux ŕ la sortie On prend trois mois, le bruit court, la réputation grandit Les barreaux font plus peur, c'est la routine, vulgaire épine Fine esquisse ŕ l'encre de Chine, figurine qui parfois s'anime S'anime, anime, animé d'une furieuse envie de monnaie Le noir tombe, qu'importe le temps qu'il fait, on jette les dés, faut flamber Perdre et gagner, rentrer avec quelques papiers en plus Ca aidera, personne demandera d'oů ils sont tombés Tomber ou pas, pour tout, pour rien on prend le risque, pas grave cousin De toute façon dans les deux cas, on s'en sort bien Vivre comme un chien ou un prince, y'a pas photo On fait un choix, fait griller le gigot, brillent les joyaux Joyaux, un ręve, plein les poches mais la cible est loin, la flčche Ricoche, le diable rajoute une encoche trop moche les mecs cochent Leur propre case, décoche pour du cash, j'entends les cloches, les coups de pioche Creuser un trou, c'est trop fastoche Fastoche, facile, le blouson du bourgeois docile des męmes la hantise Et porcelaine dans le pare-brise Tchac! le rasoir sur le sac ŕ main, par ici les talbins Ca c'est toute la journée, lendemain, aprčs lendemain Lendemain? C'est pas le problčme, on vit au jour le jour On n'a pas le temps ou on perd de l'argent, les autres le prennent Demain, c'est loin, on n'est pas pressé, au fur et ŕ mesure On avance en surveillant nos fesses pour parler au futur Futur, le futur ne changera pas grand-chose, les générations prochaines Seront pires que nous, leur vie sera plus morose Notre avenir, c'est la minute d'aprčs le but, anticiper Prévenir avant de se faire clouer Clouer, clouer sur un banc rien d'autre ŕ faire, on boit de la bičre On siffle les gazičres qui n'ont pas de frčre Les murs nous tiennent comme du papier tue-mouches On est lŕ, jamais on s'en sortira, Satan nous tient avec sa fourche Fourche, enfourcher les risques, seconde aprčs seconde Chaque occasion est une pierre de plus ajoutée ŕ nos frondes Contre leurs lasers, certains désespčrent, beaucoup touchent terre Les obstinés refusent le combat suicidaire Cidaire, sidérés, les dieux regardent, l'humain se diriger vers le mauvais Côté de l'éternité d'un pas décidé Préfčreront rôder en bas en haut, on va s'emmerder Y'a qu'ici que les anges vendent la fumée Fumée, encore une bouffée, le voile est tombé La tęte sur l'oreiller, la merde un instant estompée Par la fenętre, un cri fait son entrée, un homme se fait braquer Un enfant se fait serrer, pour une Cartier menotté Menotté, pieds et poings liés par la fatalité Prisonnier du donjon, le destin est le geôlier Le teurf l'arčne on a grandi avec les jeux Gladiateur courageux, mais la vie est coriace, on lutte comme on peut Dans les constructions élevées Incompréhension, bandes de gosses soi-disant mal élevés Frictions, excitation, patrouilles de civils Trouille inutile, légendes et mythes débiles Haschich au kilo, počtes armés de stylo Réserves de créativité, hangars, silos Ca file au bloc 20, pack de Heineken dans les mains Oublier en tirant sur un gros joint Princesses d'Afrique, fille mčre, plastique Plein de colle, raclo ŕ la masse lunatique Economie parallčle, équipe dure comme un roc Petits Don qui contrôlent grave leurs spots On pčte la Veuve Cliquot, parqués comme ŕ Mexico Horizons cimentés, pickpockets, toxicos Personnes honnętes ignorées, superflics, Zorros Politiciens et journalistes en visite au zoo Musulmans respectueux, pčres de famille humbles Baffles qui blastent la musique de la jungle Entrées dévastées, carcasses de tires éclatées Nuée de gosses qui viennent gratter |
Lumičres oranges qui s'allument, cheminées qui fument
Parties de foot improvisées sur le bitume Golf, VR6, pneus qui crissent Silence brisé par les sirčnes de police Polos Façonnable, survętements minables Mčres aux traits de caractčre admirables Chichon bidon, histoires de prison Stupides divisions, amas de tisons Clichés d'Orient, cuisine au piment Jolis noms d'arbres pour des bâtiments dans la foręt de ciment Désert du midi, soleil écrasant Vie la nuit, pendant le mois de Rhamadhan Pas de distractions, se créer un peu d'action Jeu de dés, de contrée, paris d'argent, méchante attraction Rires ininterrompus, arrestations impromptues Maires d'arrondissement corrompus Marcher sur les seringues usagées, ręver de voyager Autoradios en affaire, lot de chaînes arrachées Bougre sans retour, psychopathe sans pitié Meilleurs liens d'amitié qu'un type puisse trouver Génies du sport faisant leurs classes sur les terrains vagues Nouvelles blagues, terribles techniques de drague Individualités qui craquent parce que stressées Personne ne bouge, personne ne sera blessé Vapeur d'éther, d'eau écarlate, d'alcool Fourgon de la Brink's maté comme le pactole C'est pas drôle, le chien mord enfermé dans la cage Bave de rage, les barreaux grimpent au deuxičme étage Dealer du hashich, c'est sage si tu veux sortir la femme Si tu plonges, la ferme, pas drame Mais l'école est pas loin, les ennuis non plus Ca commence par des tapes au cul, ça finit par des gardes ŕ vues Regarde la rue, ce qui change? Y'a que les saisons Tu baves du béton, crache du béton, chie du béton Te bas pour du laiton, est-ce que ça rapporte Regrette pas les biftons quand la bac frappe ŕ la porte Trois couleurs sur les affiches nous traitent comme des bordilles C'est pas Manille ok, mais les cigarettes se torpillent Coupable innocent, ça parle cash, de pour cent Oeil pour oeil, bouche pour dent, c'est stressant Trčs tôt, c'est déjŕ la famille dehors, la bande ŕ Kader Va niquer ta mčre, la merde au cul, ils parlent déjŕ de travers Pas facile de parler d'amour, travail ŕ l'usine Les belles gazelles se brisent l'échine dans les cuisines Les élus ressassent rénovation, ça rassure Mais c'est toujours la męme merde, derričre la derničre couche De peinture, feu les ręves gisent enterrés dans la cour A douze ans conduire, mourir, finir comme Tupac Shakur Mater les photos, majeur aujourd'hui, poto Pas mal d'amis se sont déjŕ tués en moto Une fois tu gagnes, mille fois tu perds, le futur c'est un loto Pour ce, je dédie mes textes en qualité d'ex-voto, mec Ici t'es jugé ŕ la réputation forte Manque-toi et tous les jours les bougres pissent sur ta porte C'est le tarif minimum et gaffe Ceux qui pčsent transforment le secteur en oppidum Gelé, l'ambiance s'électrise, y'a plein de places assises Béton figé fait office de froide banquise Les gosses veulent sortir, les "non" tombent comme des massues Les artistes de mon cul, pompent les subventions dsu Tant d'énergie perdue pour des préjugés indus Les décideurs financiers plein de merde dans la vue En attendant, les espoirs foirent, capotent, certains rappent Les pierres partent, les caisses volées dérapent C'est le bordel au lycée, dans les couloirs on ouvre les extincteurs Le quartier devient le terrain de chasse des inspecteurs Le dos a un oeil car les eaux sont truffées d'éceuils Receuille le blé, on joue aux dés dans un sombre cerceuil C'est trop, les potos chient sur le profil Roméo Un tchoc de popo, faire les fils et un bon rodéo La vie est dure, si on veut du ręve Ils mettent du pneu dans le shit et te vendent ça Ramsellef Tu me diras "ça va, c'est pas trop" Mais pour du tcherno, un hamidou quand on a rien, c'est chaud Je sais de quoi je parle, moi, le bâtard J'ai dű fęter mes vingt ans avec trois bouteilles de Valstar Le spot bout ce soir qui est le King D'entrée, les murs sont réservés comme des places de parking Mais qui peut comprendre la mčne pleine Qu'un type ŕ bout frappe sec poussé par la haine Et qu'on ne naît pas programmé pour faire un foin Je pense pas ŕ demain, parce que demain c'est loin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uQ_X6nQ8xk&search=IAM |
in a completely different vein:
Tenu éloigné du niveau des pros, je reviens agile comme Bebeto. Guette ma technique, je suis physique, N° 1 au classement des tchatcheurs, la division 1 ne me fait pas peur. Le Kaďser du rap, le roi, le pape, Mčne l'attaque et les sponsors attaquent, on m'attaque et j'évite les tacles. C'est comme ŕ l'entraînement, quand je saute les obstacles, je me balade sur le terrain musical. Je tue au micro comme je shoote dans la balle. Sur ta console, tu luttes ŕ Kick Off. Moi je marque des buts, męme ŕ Dino Zoff. Je suis le filou : Michel Platini, qui échappe aux griffes du gros Basile Boli. Oui, j'en veux. Comme Rumenigge : je mouille mon maillot quand je suis au micro. C'est un passement de jambes, sur le beat je flambe Un passement de jambes, un passement de jambes Un passement de jambes, une mise en avant Un passement de jambes sur le beat je flambe... Transfert effectué : l'homme de l'année a enfin signé. Pręté par la secte aux Virgin A.C. ma tchatche est brossée, tous mes mots sont cadrés. Męme Mark Landers, en tombe ŕ la renverse. A l'aise dans mes Coppa, stylé en Diadora, je suis le prince du parc Guadalajara. On fait la hola pour Umbro Gynéco ; et ooh-ha ooh-ha, pour Cantona. Rescapé de la grande époque des Verts, je remonte le score quand ma Clinique perd. Vainqueur de la Coupe des vainqueurs de Coupe. Le lion indomptable a de la force dans ses shoots. J'ai le ballon d'or, le micro d'or, les souliers d'or et des disques d'or. Les hoo-ligans sont gan, morgan de moi, et comme ils disent : "Vive le roi". C'est un passement de jambes, sur le beat je flambe Un passement de jambes, un passement de jambes Un passement de jambes, une mise en avant Un passement de jambes sur le beat je flambe... Rencontre au sommet, TF1 retransmet : La crise sera cardiaque dans les foyers français. C'est moi qui arrache la qualification ; je marque de la main et empoche le pognon. Ce soir je vous mets...de l'huile sur le feu. Coup de sifflet final : pas de prolongations. j'ai mené le bal, repasse toi mes actions. J'ai des millions de francs cachés dans mon jardin. Je bois du Cacolac, ça c'est Jean-Pierre Papin. Le foot, c'est malsain, comme la musique : y'a que des requins. Pas d'échange de maillots : tu pourrais prendre mon flot. |
Jane, Stop This Crazy Thing! by M.C. Shan
(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x) She was this girl that I know named Jane She used to be cool, now the girl's insane Now all Jane does is walk around all day Sayin, 'Beam me up, Scotty, take me away!' Now I remember Jane from back in the day When she used to go to school, get all straight A's Now you see Jane on the street corner Stoppin every car anytime she wanna Whatever went wrong, the facts remain But who could think this woulda happen to sweet old Jane (Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x) Jane's lifestory was a tragic one She started gettin high, cause she said it was fun There was no party, just a meeting of friends And then the question arose: who got ends? It went around, they had 300 in all Somebody yelled out: 'We're gonna have a ball!' Steve grabbed the money and ran down the block Came back and said, 'Y'all, take a look at this rock!' Jane was gettin into somethin heavy that night 'Hurry up quick, somebody give me a light!' [Name] said 'Hold it!', he was pullin too fast But Jane was amused by the smoke in the glass She was tickled to death at the faces they made 'Puttin fire to the glass, don't you think it won't break?' In a flick of a flash the torch was lit She put it to her mouth, and she took a hit Smoke rushed from her lungs and up to her brain This was the beginning of the end of Jane (Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x) Jane got weak, and the bass got strong What she used to do right, Jane now does wrong I walked past one day, called my man Jack She almost broke her neck cause she thought I said 'crack' It had to be a week since I seen her that day But the body that she had just wasted away When she used to walk by, we used to say she looked chill But now as she passes, everybody go (ill!) The girlie we saw hop off Mercedes Benz She was on it so hard, she started stealin from friends To all the drug dealers she was so in debt That she sold her VCR and her TV set Jane used to live the life as the storybook tells Now everything she gets, she eventually sells Sneak around the corner when you see Jane comin She'll be touchin on your clothes, the girl be crumbin (Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x) If you know a girl who was the quiet type Who acts kinda funny and a bit too hype These kinda actions only mean one thing She's only buggin like that cause she's suckin the thing Not only the girls, it can happen to guys But the fellas try to beat you, then they greet you with lies One day Jane coulda been my honey I just couldn't wait till the girl made 20 I see her nowadays, and all I do is sing (Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (3x) |
MC Pee Pants-I want candy
I want candy, bubble gum, and taffy Skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy Got my pennies saved so I'm her sugar daddy I'm her Hugh Cronyn and she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy! put it in a pile, split it with my bitty 50/50 down the line kinda like close encounters of the cavity kind im talkin liquorice kisses, talkin chocodile smiles I want candy, i got a sugar tooth put on your shin gaurds, Sandy, 'cause i wanna knock boots lick my peppermint stick til' the lollipop droops gumdrop that dont stop til' its licked knot loose (ladies) candy... candy... i need candy bubble gum, and taffy get in my way punk, you're gonna get ya ass beat, nasty Do it till your dad sees, embarass your whole family Just 'cause you came between a kid and his candy I need candy, any kind'll do Don't care if it's nutritious or "FDA approved" It's gonna make me spaz like bobcats on booze A hyperactive juice that only I can produce And fuel a giant drill, bore straight into hell Releasing ancient demons from their sleep forever spell So they can walk upon the earth, and get resituated And Hawk the diet pills that MC Pee Pants has created Want some candy, need some candy, feed me candy til' I'm dead I'll kill you for some candy, give me candy, give me head! Where you keepin' all the candy?! Who made you candy king?! If you dont give me some candy, I will make the ladies sing! (ladies) Candy, in tha morning, candy on the way to school Candy, at school, at lunch in the afternoon Candy, its good, on your way home from school Candy, at diner,at dinner, in bed! Mess up the mix, mix up the mess Come on down yo, here's the address At 6-1-2 Wharf Avenue right next to Gentlemen's club. |
Best Big L lyric, I'm like Beavis, I get nothing But- head.
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