[RdTv]

to quote roots manuva: ''There ain't no blood in my body/ only liquid soul in my veins''

[afterthefact]

Originally Posted by RdTv

to quote roots manuva: ''There ain't no blood in my body/ only liquid soul in my veins''

to quote me: "roots manuva is great"

[krastian]

Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin' to poke on

[RdTv]

rep for you my friend...rep for you

[k-krack]

I like cLOUDDEAD- Physics Of A Unicycle, Son of a Gun, Rifle Eyes (and every other cLOUDDEAD song... but these are favourites)
Buck 65- in every dreamhouse there is a heartache, and all of "Secret House Against the World" (album) (i dont feel like getting lyrics for all these...)

[jon boy]

if it wasnt for middle class white kids hip hop wouldnt be as popular as it is. who said that?

[Hip Priest]

Eric B. And Rakim - Eric B Is President

I came in the door, i said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line,
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist
Saying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left

I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
But he's kicking it because it ain't no half stepping
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in-
Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Go get a girl and get soft and warm,
Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
But now it's out of hand cuz you told me you hate me
And then you ask what have I done lately
First you said all you want is love and affection
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
I must of got you too hot and burned off your wings
You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch wit my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Funky...

[jennthebenn]

one of the greatest choruses ever, nonphixion's "i shot reagan":

yeah yeah, i shot reagan
fuck a pagan
ate falafel with menachim begin
who the fuck is carl sagan?

LL Cool J, "I'm Bad"

Aaaahhhhhhhhhh...

No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop
Make you say, "Go L.L. and do the wop"

If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good
I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would

And when rap begin then I gotta join in and
Before my rhyme is over you know I'm a win
Cool J has arrived so you better make way
Ask anybody in the crowd they say the kid don't play!

Sparring competition that's my hobby and job
I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob
Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
So many girls on my jock I think my phone here is tapped

I'm bad
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(C C C C Cool J J)
(Cool J)
(C C C C C C C Cool J J J J J)

I'm like Tyson icin' I'm a soldier at war
I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more
Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and
Even when I'm braggin' I'm bein' sincere

MC's can't win I make 'em rust like tin
They call me Jaws my hat is like a shark's fin
Because I'm bad as can be got my voice all waxed
Some brothers think he's making records now he must have relaxed

I couldn't shouldn't and it'll stay that way
The best rapper you've heard is L.L. Cool J
Kamikaze take a look at what I've done
Used to rock in my basement now I'm number one

And can happen on time never standin' on lime
You wanna try me first you better learn how to rhyme
I'm the pinnacle that means I reign supreme
And I'm notorious I'll crush you like a jelly bean

I'm bad

I eliminate punks cut 'em up in chunks
You were souped you heard me and your ego shrunk
I'm devastating I'm so good it's a shame
Cause I eat rappers like a cannibal they call me insane

I'm as strong as a bull of course you know I am pull
I enjoy what I'm doing plus I'm paid in full
Not Buckaroo Bonsai but busted out as I
Say the kind of rhymes that make MC's withstand I tie

Never retire or put my mike on the shelf
The baddest rapper in the history of rap itself
Not bitter or mad just provin' I'm bad
You want a hit give me a hour plus a pen and a pad

MC's they retreat cause they know I can beat 'em
And eat 'em in a battle and the ref won't cheat 'em
I'm the best takin' out all rookies
So forget Oreos eat Cool J coookies

I'm bad
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(Cool J J J)
(Cool J J J)
(C Cool J)

Never ever no never
Never wearin' no Levis battle me why try
I'll treat you like a stepchild so tell mommy bye bye
Sparrin' MC's and I'm a never get with
When I retire I'll get worship like a old battleship

L.L. I'm bad other rappers know
When I enter the center they say, "Yo, yo there he go!"
My paycheck's large Mr. Bogart in charge
Not a puncher or hunter from a rap cool large

The original Todd teachin' how to be hard
Take the skin off a snake and split a pea from a pod
You're a novice I'm noble and I decipher my tongue
Not Atilla the Hun but no I'm Threwler his son

My vulture's exact like rack and pinion in a Jag
You try to brag you get your rhymes from a grab-bag
No good scavenger catfish vulture
My tongue's a chisel in this competition sculpture

redman, "blow your mind remix"

AHHHH!! Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps
who don't be knowin my name, I tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock
Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props
My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher: 'Red, get freaky to the rapture'
So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her
The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you! AHHHHHHHHHHH! Funky fresh in the flesh trail
Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck
Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette
But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo Red! (Whassup G?) Briiiiiidge!

Look out.. AHHHHH!

Can I tear the roof off this mother? It's the Funkdafied brother
Then I laugh, because I burn ya like _Backdraft_
So call the fire engine cause I'm flamin up your buildin
_One Life to Live_ so the funk is in _All My Children_
Cause I can get wicked like the witches from Eastwick
And freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit
and crumble, my style is more flyer than ? Brundle ?
Fly from the fly part one to fly part two
PsychoBetaP-Funk, got styles hard as tree trunks
For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one
And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump
with the fly human being, watch me freak it in Korean

Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara
Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman
Na bo da challan nom hana do upda
Yi sae sang cheil eu na nun Redman, my man

[ Get away, get off me, get lost]
[ Who am I, I am, I'm Redman]
[ There's no one better than me]
[ The world's BEST is REDMAN, my man]

I rip shop in hip-hop I get props my lip rocks
The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock
Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track
And press rewind if I haven't blown your mind

ERRRK! Let me get busy with the funky fly stuff
cause I cut your freakin eyes out, fuck Bruce Willis because I die rough
It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the
Funkadelic level, the P-Funk, the devil
The spectular, Blackula, bust holes like Dracula
Loaded of course, more Legend than Acura
I'm swift, I like big spliffs so I tisk tisk a tasket
Plus keep the glock in my basket
I cough up a lung cause I freak it with the tongue
cause I can 'Wax on! Wax off!' like Daniel-son
Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey
to the boogey to the boogey thanks to E cause he hooked me
So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause I mack
Framalama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from -- NEW JERZ
It's the renegade rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode
Yo, hold your breath while I explode!


kool keith, "livin' astro"

I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin autographs for rappers, while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly, for Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan DeVille's
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
Step in the front row, primetime I move your way
Budweiser Fest soundcheck, demanding more respect
I come correct through the Metro, and turn y'all petrol
I'm up here early bitin donuts sippin on espresso
While you sleep, I creep, gainin ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin phone calls, I'm closin deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry Hill
I'm doin it well, I'm doin it swell
Yeah

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two

Movin roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio
I talk swift the Rock King Black Romeo
I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo
Damage your area, I'ma launch a fierce missile
I roll schools, movin butt like I'm toilet tissue
What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you
Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw
New Jersey Nets real man, you ain't no Donald Hillman
Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch
Forward your info, while Tony Lou, crank the Benzo
Move out your driveway, white girls look, turn they eyeway
Jealous in fact, tryin to rip the capes off my back
I move with calm and, potential, through instrumentals
Y'all front on BET with slum gold, drivin rentals
I get real dino, runnin groups like a rhino
Endin careers, that's my job, yo your rap is final
Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin floors
Fixin tiles, stoppin potholes up on the roof
You work for service no tips man I speak the truth

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two, one two

Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty
Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry
Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum
Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum
Changin my zones, drinkin cocktails on cellular phones
I tour with Anthrax, through Texas with the Rolling Stones
Booked by the agency, famous artists payin me
Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin at the moon
Mad atmosphere, ridin first class on British Air
Lobster and steak, while y'all back in time, doin remakes
I'm futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000
I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with
fly young ladies, AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes
Brand new models, only seen one, in Colorado
Light green metallic in the Shark Bar, eatin salad
Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin in Beverly Hills
Step up your wildest spaceship kid, in the Plymouth Prowler
Comin down

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two

[Toilet & Bowels]

Gang Starr - "Flip The Script"

Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
by the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I'ma send him a wave
of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin about
He's kickin a bunch of crap, so I'll be the judge of that
The boy lacks artistry, but still he tries hard to be
an entertainer, but instead he's a waste of
my time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes
Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional
and credible, straight to the G's you better go
Cause GangStarr's known to be prone to be
masters of streetwise poetry, and turntable wizardry
and it'll be, a cold day in Hell, when you hear that the Guru or Premier ever fell,
suckers get sales but they fail in the long run, that kid who went gold yo
That was the wrong one, but the spotlight tonight is all on me
I'm the Guru, of the G-A-N-G
Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way
and I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go
to show they can flow like a real pro
So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe
I'm changing the scenery and I make em uncomfortable
cause most MC's ain't really got no pull
Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit
Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script

Chorus

Fool listen, I know that you've been missing
all this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten
like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type
I'll shine so bright I'll be blinding your eyesight
Your capabilities fall short, so I'ma treat you like a dwarf
on a basketball court, still you try to rap
And even claim you got new styles
but rolling your tongue's been played out for a while
And you don't sound fly, so why are you doing that?
You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that
I couldn't make out what you were saying
your diction is jumbled where as me I'm conveying
clear thoughts, to a crowd that's most critical
Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful
I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer
Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere
But that's OK cause I'm peeping your card
If rap was my house you'd be sweeping the yard
As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya
like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers
So don't even trip or run off with the lip
Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script

Chorus

So as I kick a bit flip the script without a skip
butter roll MC's get dissed like this
You'll never got none son because I'll become troublesome
You rap like a simpletona And I hate scum
I can easily deflect your threats cause they're idle
my recital will break you down
Just a fight til the end, cause I can take ten at a time
Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme
And even if one is decent, I'll still get props
I'll kick the slick lines til the last one drops
As my powerful skills are unveiled I'm tippin the scales
and weighing much more than your tall tales
Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe
and make simple notation
Nobody no where no way or no how
is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now
Can you feel it, I bust the real raps so lay off
before I steal that, so called title that you gave yourself
But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself
And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip
You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script

[jennthebenn]

big pun, "the dream shatterer"

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and tounge's packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon-pana we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda
A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination

I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurathane
Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn!
Higher and hotter than lava this scholar
is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver
To put honor inside the heart of a lion
revolved in a life of crime (crime!)
Fuck it I like the shine (shine!), Up in the white and lime (lime!)
Comes with the pipe design
Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT!
Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night...
Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter
It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on the stagger
So get outta town, 'fore I hit you
with the loudest sound you ever heard
Desert bird player you outta bounds

[CHORUS (3x)]

You need the Pun to dis you if your whole steez is unofficial
I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
The first murder's the worst now I thirst further for reverse birth
Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending
Than Eddie Murph's worst
I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter
IS A GOD DAMN LIAR!
I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
I'm no joke!
I soak your face with a sweeper
Dying disgrace, I'll face your death through the speaker


cannibal ox, "iron galaxy"


[ Vordual Megala ]
Life's ill, some-time's life might kill
Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill
Is life real? Yo akhi builds
When life feels, like earth don't spin
Whirlwinds mic blend
Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous cuz man kills
And still, cats visualize life ghetto like
Born mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life incomplete light and be like
I'm a live life after this
One crime, one line from the Mega-la
Blow spine, everyone
Knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still black man holds nine
Gotta chill star
C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar
Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars
and detach large, channels
But our bar's handle might break mic's
Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's
Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's

"Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?
Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out.
Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..."

Five digits cock biddy nine mili
One floor shine silly
Spun city one verbs hit milly
Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty
Livin' in in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
And while 5-0 might shoot black head
Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads
D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
Black kids, locked away
Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
While, lock head fabian
Achmed Arabian
Layin' in
Bodeg holdin' drama a.k
Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque
Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j
Wig splits mad quick
Spinnin' three six oh ways
C 4 blew the door nuber eight
Summer fate tank top wit a knot
Number nine said run the place
Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape
Yo star, don't wet that
Fucked her face lets stuff the plays
Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon
Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
Gonna make a difference so we get locked
Caught in the shit and losin' what we got
Come on black
E-qual-E-qual

"Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species
that preys even on itself?"

[ Vast Air Kramer ]
And if there's crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Two step arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be vic-tims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
"No doubt"
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillin's
One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'
I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'

[jennthebenn]

nas' second verse in "the world is yours"

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life "It's yours!"
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker


nas, "it ain't hard to tell" (probably my favorite hip hop song of alltime)

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm +Ill+
plus +Matic+, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell

meth and red, "how high", red's verses only:

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse,
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks,
Cause aint no need for that hustlers and hardcores,
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs,
The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it,
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch,
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild,
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust,
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts,
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck,
Examine my nuts I dont stop till I get enough,
Your shit broke down light your flare,
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares,
6 million ways to die so I chose,
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed,
The blindfold, cold so you can feel the rap,
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass,
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now,
Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now,
Forget me not I rock the spot check glock,
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop,
Fuck the billboard I'm a bullet on my block,
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot




[Verse 6: Redman]

Look up in the I got the verbs nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa lyrics bang like rico-chet,
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic,
Rollin blunts an all day habit,
I get it on like Smiff and Wess,
Who clicks the best,
Punks take a sip and test,
Who split your vest,
The funk phenomenon,
I'm bombin you like Lebanon,
Blow canals of Panama,
Just off stamina,
Styles not to be fucked with or played with,
Fuck the pretty hoes I love those Section A Bit-ches,
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with,
Phat radical mathematical type scriptures,
I dig up in your planets like Digga,
Boo scared you blew you to smitha-reens,
Fuck the marines I got machines,
To light the spit and read Mad magazine,
I fly more heads than Continental,
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental,
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks,
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks,
I breaks em up proppa,
Ask Biggie Smalls Who Shot Ya,
Funk doctor with the 12 Gauge Mossberg,
Look I got the tools like Rickle,
To make your mind tickle,
For the nine nickle,
(Yo Red, yo Red!)
Punk ass pussy ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, thats it)
Word up Tical, We Out
(IT'S OVER)
Sick ass niggas

[krastian]

Good call on the Non Phixion jenn.

Mike D yea with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings ?!?
Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med

If You Only Knew-Jurassic 5


Never think just for
Shits and giggles
Do we spit sylable riddles
For bits and kibbles
So chics can wiggles and shake
Cause this image is fake


I'm tryin hard to relate
In a place filled with so much hate


Some brothers debate
Some love or some hate
Whatever the case
Its all about the choices you make
That's the reason your balloon'll deflate


But to relate
We tryin' to take rap back to its primitive state, wait


No overnight success or runnin' with vets
Just pure unadulterated work progress
I'm willin' to bet the farm
You'd give your right arm
For a piece of the pie
Ask yourself, Why?



If you only knew
The trials and tribulations we been through
But if you only knew
We're real people homey, just like you
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
What we do, is try to give you what you ain't used to

Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to


Yo yo, I ams what I am and thats all I can be
Uh, no more no less what you're seein' is me
Akil the emcee dubbed the U-I-S-C, uh
Wise, intelligent, God did bless me


Yes we, rock up off the S-B freshly
Especially dangerous rough and deadly


The pimp positioner, tip the Richter...Scale


Alone we sink together we sail and prevail
The rum raisin comin through guns blazin'
Some of you duns runnin' ones with none savin'
Complainin', me and my clan are unscathen
From the soul comes somethin' amazin'






Yo, how many times I got to hear
Some fanatic in my ear
Tellin' me I got to keep it real
When they ain't payin' my bills
Or feedin' my kids, judgin' me on how I live
If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills?


Have you forgetten who you are?
Oh, you think yo a star
Why you frontin'? (You ain't nothin')
You went from nothin' to somethin'
But somethin' means nothin' if ya people still wantin'


And ya got money and givin' them nothin'


Flossin' and frontin'


Ya game of sharades
The way you behave
The image you save
Yeah brother thats one big parade
I'm sick of your ways
I'm sittin here spittin a phrase
Next time they smile and they wave
They probably be with a gaze




Soul..soul..soul..soul..soul

[Disgruntled Youth]

[Kool Keith]

One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two!
One two one two, one two one two!

I just step and I rap rap
Move and you clap clap
Dance and wiggle, and little feets go tap tap
Over and switch switch, change my pitch pitch
You can get down down, rock with my sound sound
As I rock freak a rhyme, blow up the town town
MC's in the back, Double Trouble can learn learn
As I start to burn burn, MC's wait your turn turn
Look at me black black, don't come to me wack wack
I chew em like gum, eat your crew like a Snack Pack
Walk and I flex flex, check and I stop stop
Beat em on down down, suckers I rock rock
Cling on, swing on, walk and you step step
Pick up your pep pep, build up my rep rep
Move and get smacked smacked, I'm tellin you black black
I told you again, I'm clockin fat knots

("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk" -- Cypress Hill)
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two

Continue I flow flow, not stiff and I blow blow
X'll get raw raw, and travel on tour tour
MC's they get crushed crushed, stomped in the dust dust
Mack-10 Tec, every rhyme goes bust bust
Out on the West West, facing your chest chest
Let me go rock rock, people just clock clock
Girls they wet, damp panties and jock jock
Move and I swing swing, to Riker's and Sing-Sing
Knock on your brain, picture bell go ding ding
MC's that flow flow, I think they all so-so
Like G.I., G.I., kiddie toy named Joe Joe
Rappers are doodoo doodoo, deep as a voodoo voodoo
Come and don't play play, watch what I say say
Pick up your mic, I'm clockin fat knots

("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two

X'll get wreck wreck, breakin your neck neck
Your brain is the seed, like a bird I go peck peck
Don't call me no Jeff-Jeff, Keith no Sweat Sweat
You can be dog dog, cat and my pet pet
As I go woo woo, yo B I'm so smooth smooth
Rhymin like Wild Bill, strong and I feel feel
Suckers ain't jack jack, jumpin on Zapp Zapp
Thinkin they funk funk, soft and they punk punk
Like they in jail jail, soft and they swing soft
But I gotta dip dip, you stay off my tip tip
(Why?) Inside Hermin's Head, I'm clockin fat knots

("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")



Artist: UltraMagnetic M.C.'s f/ Godfather Don
Album: The Four Horsemen
Song: Raise It Up
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

Intro: Kool Keith

Yeah... yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And I want some... old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare

Verse One: Kool Keith

They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like I used to be on Critical Beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em
They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin big words
I went to college, I'm even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I get atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom I'm in my own world
Galaxy rays! Powerful

Artist: Nas
Album: Illmatic
Song: N.Y. State of Mind
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Intro: Nas]Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)(Word, it's time nigga?)Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rapWhere fake niggaz don't make it backI don't know how to start this shit, yo, now[Verse One: Nas]Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickinMusician, inflictin compositionof pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaineHoldin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, nowBulletholes left in my peepholesI'm suited up in street clothesHand me a nine and I'll defeat foesY'all know my steelo with or without the airplayI keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairwayOr either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champsLaughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken ampsG-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shitRemeniscing about the last time the Task Force flippedNiggaz be runnin through the block shootinTime to start the revolution, catch a body head for HoustonOnce they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass andI ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassinPick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spitLead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflipHeard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't lookGave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuckTry to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in dangerFinally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamberSo now I'm jetting to the building lobbyand it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the sameGot younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they nameand claim some corners, crews without guns are gonersIn broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on usFo'-fives and gauges, Macs in factSame niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in blackThere was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knockedSo hold your stash until the coke price dropI know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rockAnd if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yoYou gotta slide on a vacationInside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basinIt drops deep as it does in my breathI never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of deathBeyond the walls of intelligence, life is definedI think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind("New York state of mine" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)[Verse Two: Nas]Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin TecsMakin sure the cash came correct then I steppedInvestments in stocks, sewein up the blocksto sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega copsBut just a nigga, walking with his finger on the triggerMake enough figures until my pockets get biggerI ain't the type of brother made for you to start testinGive me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressinThinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelterWhenever frustrated I'ma hijack DeltaIn the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are straysYoung bitches is grazed each block is like a mazefull of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packedFrom what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, blackI'm livin where the nights is jet blackThe fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit backand lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewnOr the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homesI got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too saneLife is parallel to Hell but I must maintainand be prosperous, though we live dangerouscops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostagesIt's only right that I was born to use micsand the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykesI'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slowMy rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsuleThe smooth criminal on beat breaksNever put me in your box if your shit eats tapesThe city never sleeps, full of villians and creepsThat's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaksI'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepersIn the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach yaInhale deep like the words of my breathI never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of deathI lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier timesNothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)("Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X)

[Toilet & Bowels]

Percee P - Lung Collapsing Lyrics


<Eh yo, Perc> eh, yo, what's up?
<eh yo, kick some ol' lung collapsing lyrics
for the feeble minded MCs to assimilate> all right
<yo, let the homicides begin>
I know what you mean, yo, give me the mic

I'm the capital P-E-R-C-double E dash P-P dash double E-C-R-E-P in me
shots in top lyrical fitness that's why you bit this
get this, I got a witness and I won't quit this
and flip flop, get dropped, shit I'm in tip top shape
lyrics escape, can't even catch him with tape
main attraction using my brain a fraction
of my knowledge or wisdom a lyrical rhythm'll give 'em
a migraine, before I reign on stage
you better walk like the fingers on a yellow page
rhymes and homicides are lethal, nobody's equal to me
no one survived, so why make a sequel?
MC Percee P give no mercy to anybody MC'in 'till they reimburse me
I cold grip the mic, strike then rip his life
my raps dilapidate adversaries with kryptonite
hit you with a verse, make you disperse but first
call up a hearse 'cause Perc leave you worse than this
brain cells shatter, MCs scatter
I splatter them all with something that ain't even matter
got a ladder on stage women runnin', comin' every age
but never(?) ring on my finger this thing'll linger un-engaged
renegade, Percee P ain't afraid of no one
no gun or son, I'm gettin' paid and my rec's played
every weekend like lottery, rap's a part of me
words flow but don't show no blood in you artery
ladies greet me, treat me like the stars
when I show up they start to throw up all their panties and bras at me
rap is the last of me now to gas women with my pencil
I send you into a mental catastrophe
this rhyme ain't designed for prime time
and a battle line for logic behind every mind
tryin' to rhyme with intellect, spellin' all incorrect
defy your every line, mine's an introspective
those in the premises will always remember this
record, elected your top ten, stop then and reminisce
Percee P, no rapper get worse than me
when it comes to rhymes every verse will be
harder than titanium, parts from your cranium
burst, disperse, every verse explodes like uranium
so, yo, don't upset me, 'cause that will only get me
mad enough, it's bad enough, I had enough of
lettin' this amateur rock a cord or wallabies
I bet they're all the P's
and if they ain't they gonna be
to all y'all critics, just admit it
my style is dope
you can't cope and you hope to get it
you're captivated, activated, rap related fans leave infatuated
when I get open the place starts smokin'
you start chokin', showboat and Perc get broken
rehearse a while, let it get versatile
I reverse your style, ok, be then maybe Perc'll smile
you're put in a stretcher
when I let the style get ya', I bet ya'
sweat the Rhyme Inspector
records you manufacture are so wack you can't
sing 'em or bring 'em, people fling 'em back at ya
you're the fattest, baddest, of the best copycata's
when you played it, it's rated G for garbage 'cause that's your status
nobodies iller
on the mic you never know when I'mma strike 'em like the Zodiac killer
this twenty two year old veteran, you ain't better than
medicine won't help, slicks think we're peddlin'
when writers bite and hype the type parasites swipe
you're bitin', you're stage fright, don't even hold the mic right

yeah, this is the Rhyme Inspector Percee P coming from the Boogie Down Bronx
I want to give a shout out to the Ultramagnetic, Organized Konfusion
to everybody around the way at Paterson Projects, I want to say peace
I dedicate this to my cousin, Kevin Turner, rest in peace

[nomadicfollower]

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

[finding nobody]

They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobody's invincible no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth
Verse One: Guru
The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with
could set you up and wet you up nigga peep the language
It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks
it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust
It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust
But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you'll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth
Chorus: Guru
Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people don't speak of
It's best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth
Verse Two: Guru
Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has it's day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
("You should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the
Weight?_)
Verse Three: Guru
Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of MC's, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth
First Chorus

[Cantankerous]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows me, slut, you're composed to
a crazy muthafucker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb muthafucker that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
that's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton
straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfucker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin
but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin
lookin for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton

[terminal pharmacy]

Artist - Hilltop Hoods


Album - Left Foot Right Foot


Lyrics - What The Seasons Change



i once knew this man who was cursed from birth,
destined to stagger through his life just to earn his worth.
In one turn of the earth this story takes its place
upon the summer shores of nowhere the place that he makes
his home he returns alone from a long day
having lost his job .... his home and fiance
the wrong way to turn was the path that he took, he pissed his savings
up the wall and on the grass he was hooked
the path that he took for granted had messed with his ....
he missed the finer points such as lessons in life
It was his word to be ... that brought the cool in his heart
And by the time the autumn came things were falling apart... things were falling apart

So now hes standing in the dole queue, this girl with the face of an angel says hes looking down but she has a way to sustain you, it comes in a powder form and its good for healing scars
but healing scars comes at the cost
of robbing till's and steeling cars.
Feeling far from obliged
he follows her lead, down a beaten path where the homeless wallow in seed
he swallows his need for pride
he cant hold his thin weight
so finds him self in a church
to control his intake, being judged by a father for trying to pave his way
he looks him in the eyes and asks hows your faith these days, i strive for better he replies in tones with sentiment
but i lost all faith in this god that i once saw heven sent.
He never meant to destroy all the things that he came across.
Its the sour taste of defeat on the street,
now all aim is lost, the pain and cost, f
or his mistakes but never even really a sinner
..HUH..Its gonna be a long winter,
His brow body shudders as the winter wind passes through him.
Thinking of all the people in his past that knew him.
The shafted or screwed him.
His heart is brewin for knowing what he must do
is seek shelter and aid from the love he once knew.
One last shot fo courage hits him then his eyes are blood red.
Inside he sees a man living the life he once led.
Forfits in to the anger and torture within
he decides to pay back mankind for her sins
jumps in a stolen car grabs a needle from the glove box, deciding that he never even really knew what love was, he kicks in the front door to catch em havin sex, slams him to the floor then stabs her in the neck
She kicks and she screams so he beats her till shes slack mouthed
realising what he's done he says dumb founded, smacked out.
Blacks out. Awakens in a holding cell knowing he cant see
hope tommorow is spring...
Time for regrowth,x3
So with the first light of spring the officer removes his chains,
his mood is pained as he re-enters the world his vision to regain.
Takes a step and says in a divine statement
'anything lost can be found again except for time wasted.'
He's right adjacent on a path to heal himself,
kicks the habit before he kills himself and feels his health
returning in the mental n physical. His intention ......
Though a struggle when prevention is visable.
Redemption isnt all its cracked up to be
he decides as he dreams of smackin up a key.
On the brink of life or loss,
not knowing what he's holding so before he fucks it up again
somebody should have told him.
No matter your status factors weve all been humbled,
no matter the foundation all solid things can crumble,
no matter the strength or length something sustained,
it never stays the same thats simply what the seasons change.
No matter your status factors weve all been humbled,
no matter the foundation all solid, things can crumble,
no matter the strength or length something sustained,
it never stays the same thats simply what the seasons change.

[Iain]

Kool G Rap w/ MF Grimm and B1 - Money on My Brain

Ninety-five, keep it live
Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1
and my motherfuckin man Grimm
Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem

..

[B1]
It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Chorus: Grimm, B1

I gotta flip these bricks
cause bein broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin brain
From O-Z's to ki's
the triple beam brings fame to my name
Money's on my motherfuckin brain
Niggaz be scheamin and teamin
but still I maintain
Money's on my motherfuckin brain
Cause money and murder go hand in hand
It ain't nothin but a game
Money's on my motherfuckin brain son

[Grimm]
Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I killed
But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin mills servin
Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next
Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs
A large ratio in this game dies
But I'm flippin pies, til the Senate legalize

Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G. Rap]
I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links
Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak
So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies
Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank teller
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug seller

[Norma J]

Straight outta Lowcash
Crazy muthafucka named Gusto
Fucked your wife cuz the bitch is a big ho
Fucked your sister
Fucked your cat
Would fuck your mom but the bitch it too fat