[Toilet & Bowels]

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

[Hip Priest]

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)

[sonicl]

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

[porkmarras]

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]

[Hip Priest]

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

[Trasher02]

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.

[wax]

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.

[_slavo_]

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?

[Tokolosh]

Originally Posted by _slavo_

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?

Mmmm. Come again??

[_slavo_]

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)

[_slavo_]

ok, enough for the language jokes.

not funny anymore.

[porkmarras]

Originally Posted by Hip Priest

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

Sure you mean UK Garage??

[_slavo_]

check this:

http://rap.about.com/od/toppicks/a/WorstRapLyrics.htm

[Infinite Spark]

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

[Inhuman]

Originally Posted by Trasher02

Dr.dre - Still D.R.E

Got the single, and the acapella version of it's awesome. It's amazing how different it sounds without the beat. I should have bought a sealed copy, but I was too anxious to get it.

 

Originally Posted by porkmarras

Oxide & Neutrino arent really hip hop.Anyway,here's Mr Lif's 'Return of the b-boy'.

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.

[_slavo_]

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!

[Inhuman]

I actually enjoyed A Glimpse at the Struggle much more than Return of the B-Boy.

[porkmarras]

Originally Posted by _slavo_

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!

The whole album is a bomb.in fact i could have posted a lot of other lyrics from that one.Did you get his new one?

[_slavo_]

Originally Posted by porkmarras

The whole album is a bomb.in fact i could have posted a lot of other lyrics from that one.Did you get his new one?

nope man,
can you upload?

[porkmarras]

Originally Posted by _slavo_

nope man,
can you upload?

I didn't get it yet.