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06-15-2011, 05:08 PM
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A.B.N.
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: NY baby
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I hate the post whole songs when it's supposed to be just favorite verse but I was cracking up at this when I heard it this morning.
[Intro: Eminem:] Ay, you This next song, is a true story (Come here sl-t!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense But somehow always seem to f-ckin' work [Verse 1: Eminem] Driving down 975, about to hop on 696 I look over, this f-cking chick's tryina' fix Her makeup, I'm like b-tch? You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror She's like yeah? so? I'm like so? You gon' need a stich you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband sl-t? That's a rhetorical question You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll f-ck you up In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates No b-tch rides shotgun, what? Taxi? Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up? Is that what you actually ask me? b-tch reaches over and smacks me And says I annoy the f-ck outta her Get in the f-cking back, put on your sl-t powder You sl-t, what? Shut the f-ck up now, or get your feelings hurt Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her And she heard me spreading age rumors about her Turn the radio up louder, make it bump While I thump that Relapse CD, tryin'a hit every bump In that... till I snap back in that accent Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her C-NT I SAID THAT C-NT [Hook x2: Eminem] She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh You wouldn't wanna show [?] Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin' I'm feelin' a bunch of b-tches lookin' at a n-gga, cheesin' I get approached by this little skeeser She asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face Like Camden, that little kid from... She said I'm feeling a bit of ego Wait, am I talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why? She said why you never make songs for chicks like it's hard to do? I said I make songs for me, leave the studio And go and f-ck the b-tch who belong to [?] She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up? I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO [Hook] [Verse 3: Eminem] We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm f-cking hunchback Where the f-ck's this party at sl-tbag C-NT? Cut what act? Think it's an act? f-ck that, I'm tryina' [?] finest loveshack Or somewhere to f-ck at, eh? Don't touch that You fat ****, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Bagdhad Don't act like you don't like em', them accents I rap tight, and I'm a torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right Thought it was just past this light, past Van **** Better hit that map right, read them directions Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light Spun out, hit a patch of black ice Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back We jackknifed, b-tch flew out of the car I laughed like, she deserved it She didn't think I'd act like that in person (Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!) [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight Between my mistress and my damn wife Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat So I gave her that and told her to scat I'm not mean, I'm [?] On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route To avoid this chick with a lace front Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets My mind drifted back to this sh-t I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis Then I step out and see my evil twin He gives me an evil grin He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this sh-t! " He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b-tch he rode with Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"
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06-27-2011, 02:47 AM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2011
Location: LA, Ca
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let me go old school
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it"
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06-27-2011, 02:53 PM
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Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 38
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The opening verse of De La Soul - Eye Know
"Greetings, girl, and welcome to my world of phrase I'm right up to bat It's a Daisy Age and you're about to walk top-stage So wipe your Lottos on the mat Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your Involvements before the sun But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport And who's better for this than Plug One Now you don't have to worry about me squashin' other deals 'Cause they've already been squooshed Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue Right behind the bush You'll stay with me Eye Know this But not because of all my earthly treasures Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos But because..." |
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07-02-2011, 09:07 AM
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Live by the Sword
Join Date: Jan 2011
Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Posts: 9,075
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[ 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 **** 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 ****ty Yo they spun young earth, now ****ty 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 ****ed 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 **** 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 **** 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' Cannibal Ox - Iron Galaxy (i don't even know what it actually means cept for here and there, but it sure sounds great)
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