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03-18-2009, 10:13 AM | #41 (permalink) |
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The Gates (ft. Tonedeff) - CunninLynguists
"[Tonedeff] I walk towards the figure that's extending it's hand I move to enter past the gates yet I'm met with it's grasp [Deacon] Slow down son, there's things to discuss such as family But first, let us talk about vanity [Tonedeff] Vanity?? Man, you're sadly mistaken Either that or your sanity's shaken If you'd examine me patiently You'd retract on your statement I haven't sinned flagrantly, I've acted as faithfully As any other single father Who raised a baby girl graciously [Deacon] Nakedly, she was at your door after her mother's death Ignorant to racial anger and other stress Later had a mixed baby at her sweet sixteen How did that fit within your picnic scene? [Tonedeff] Sometimes it's too late to fix these things The pristine dream was over Had to face the fact she split these genes with his sick seed With skin the darkest pigment seen And so I kicked and screamed Until we found the peace that distance brings [Deacon] A mixed raced queen, that was your thoughts about her mama Up yonder went her soul, your hate growed from ponders On life, being less trife with a white wife So any instance of y'alls differences it was slice-slice [Tonedeff] Oh my, it's not her race, my daughter's love flies blind I couldn't take her making the same mistakes that crushed my life I'm dumbstruck by these baseless allegations I've saved too many lives of all creeds For you to paint me as a racist I've endangered my own safety to save babies from blazes Black, white, latino, even asian on occasion [Deacon] But why so? [Tonedeff] How dare you question my motivation! [Deacon] No need to second guess, your only aim was to be famous Lord knows, you've left behind scorched souls Black children left chilling, later found burnt whole So sadly, your glory's to come urgently Sentenced to fight fires for eternity" Very long verse but incredibly well written and well delivered. |
03-19-2009, 07:15 PM | #42 (permalink) |
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VERSE 2, IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE - NO MERCY
"When I fight you I won't snipe you I'll use a HIV infected needle to strike you As well as anyone that vaguely resembles or looks like you And just to spite you I'll force your children At gun point to bite you And rip a piece off To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life I'm coming at cha to catch ya by surprising the sight Nobodies stupid enough to back ya when tactically attack ya Because my style is nasty like protruding bone fractures And your a played out dirty pussy devil Like Margaret Datcher But technique never get captured inside the rapture Cause I mastered the art of causing natural disasters You should learn the difference In between the students and the master My stature is the dispatcher of damaging decibels And even though my starving people are considered expendable I consecutively escape the racist court puritanical I spit raw kinetic energy that's immeasurable Retaliation for perpetration is unendable Mercy is not extendible I'll break your ****ing brain down into psychological chemicals" ****, this guy has sick flow. Immortal Technique. |
03-21-2009, 06:01 PM | #43 (permalink) |
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Life Goes On - Tupac
Yeah nigga I got the word as hell Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole Imagine life as a convict that's gettin old Plus with the drama we're lookin out for your baby's mama Takin risks, while keepin cheap tricks from gettin on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gamin on dumb hotties at yo parties Me and you no truer two While scheming on hits and gettin tricks That maybe we can slide into But now you buried Rest nigga cause I ain't worried Eyes blurried, sayin goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball till my dyin days Before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die |
03-21-2009, 08:36 PM | #44 (permalink) |
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Xzibit's verse in What's the Difference
Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you mother****ers baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Rid**** (Yeah!) Come and get it, ****ted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the **** am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five bank accounts, three houses and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference This whole album is sick easily my favorite rap album of all time |
03-21-2009, 10:26 PM | #45 (permalink) |
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Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get ****ed and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em ****in me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though **** is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a **** who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised **** Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha **** Nas - The Message - It Was Written. |
03-22-2009, 09:36 PM | #47 (permalink) |
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[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?) And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani I don't give a **** if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge When I'm drunk as **** Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "**** you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass mother****in barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew {*Eminem's vocal turntable*} Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin MEN ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailie(Da-da?)
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03-23-2009, 12:12 AM | #48 (permalink) |
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my favorite lyric changes for me constantly...but at the moment (in rap) it's:
immortal technique - crimes of the heart "love doesn't need a complicated metaphor, and sometimes nothing needs to be said at all. sometimes the person you with is not your one and only, and you just fxck with them 'cause you afraid to be lonely. and when you come back, it's too late, so you overcompensate like victims of rape for the self-hate. lost in the affection of strangers around you, instead of the only person who ever gave a fxck about you. thought you were happy, so you didn't come check me, but then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly, you conveniently realized that you could never forget me -- and tried to crawl back in my life, unexpectedly. these are my indictments for those who claim to be righteous and leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightment. but i can't give in to hatred and pass judgement, even towards every illusion i've been inlove with -- cause the heart that betrays itself willingly is like a nation that trades freedom for stability. it's so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated, trying to be an independent republic. but liberty, to be loved on the surface is worthless -- the sacrafice of revolution with no purpose. take it from a criminal searching for his redemption, cursing at god, desperately trying to get his attention." that lyric is veryvery deep for me.
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03-28-2009, 10:02 PM | #49 (permalink) |
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"And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back" Eminem - When I'm Gone |
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