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07-02-2011, 08:24 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Posts: 942
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Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 125 and Saint Nick Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain Under my heart three clouds of pain She got the best of me What was her destiny? Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...ter My mind is in a blur Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together We were inseparable, no one could sever At least that's what I thought But later I fought with her substance And almost ended up in Supreme Court When I was on the road doing shows getting biz She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip Time went on I started noticing weight loss Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorry But I keep having visions of snow, I need blow And I said whoa, little hottie I'm not DeLorean, Gambino or Gotti I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks And what do you know In 18 months she came home and I let her back in And now she's sniffing again... |
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07-04-2011, 12:02 AM
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#232 (permalink) |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Jan 2011
Posts: 1,848
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MF DOOM on That's That (crazy flow)
Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share strawberry morinin, gone an more important spawnin Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switchin positions, auditionin' mortitions saw it in a vision, ignorin prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found em drowned in cows dung, crowns flung Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers Seven figures invigor Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea Lend sympathy to limper simple simon rhymin emcees Trees is free, please leave a key These meager fleas, he's the breeze And she's the bees knees for sheez G's of G's Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese Drop the grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa! DOOM rock grammar like the kumbaya! Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama! Civil liberties These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically Don't expect to see the recipe Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee More wreck than section Z What you expect to get for free? **** from me, history The key, plucked it off mayor Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa They say he's gone too far DOOM'll catch em after Jumar on cue lacka!! Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr The rumors are not true, got two ma No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob Bake a cake, sweet Jamaica trade in treats on the beach Make a skeet til her feets meet Can it be I stayed away too long? Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone? As you listen to these crazy tracks Check them stats then you know where I'm at And that's that |
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08-11-2011, 03:12 PM
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#233 (permalink) |
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#based
Join Date: Feb 2011
Location: (Near) London, England
Posts: 443
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Cappadonna's verse on Winter Warz:
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin mother****ers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son **** what you heard Niggaz still talkin that **** is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin From 2:26 Also, [/thread]
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08-11-2011, 04:23 PM
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Your Ad Here
Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: The Twilight Zone
Posts: 876
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Part of 'Distorted Prose' by Dalek.
Meaning lost to these zealots Prefer bullets to ballots Watch the rich sip from chalice As these eyes fill with malice Peasant hands remain callous as our days retain darkness I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened. |
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09-19-2012, 12:57 PM
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#235 (permalink) |
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Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 3,565
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We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked
I had to pull your card you was on the top deck So I plotted my escape, I saw the Thin Line Between Love and Hate And fast from the hog on the plate I suffered brutal pains, from whips and chains Punishments that were set to wash the brain So look listen observe and also respect this jewel drawed up, di-tect and reflect this light I shine, that cause my power to be find through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds Purified gases and masses the same elements that helped spark civilization classes I see brothers quote math plus degrees Look at professor ass niggaz can't feed they own seeds. |
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09-20-2012, 03:37 AM
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Stoned and Jammin' Out
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Northern California; Eugene, OR; mobile
Posts: 1,602
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09-20-2012, 03:43 AM
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Stoned and Jammin' Out
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Northern California; Eugene, OR; mobile
Posts: 1,602
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Quick on ya brain from the soul of a man with a cane On the side of his waist as he wanders the earth for the 28th time On the grind for the angel of death not quite what you think Hes a man full of peace, used to be full of **** Life runnin over, spill it, blood, fill it, cup, won't kill it Put it back in the chamber (and pray to God you could feel it) But I, can't sweat it can't let it get too close Cause I'm on my tour on a mission Glad to be back on this planet but I gotta Listen to my boss, cause losing my wings, Can't get that, so I take strides, open up eyes, Building my size, holding my ties, By giving advice that won't suffice, so I needa make time Slow DOWN for a man headed to the bottom bring it back And make a beeline for life, feel-ine to fight for Get em to love man, find him a cause man, I gotta cause man Human beings, get em up to they full potential, Living the life they were meant to live, on the fight, I'm the fight, I'm the fight inside that you feel, Back and forth in your mind Hook: Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Everybody got a reason to live, everybody got a contribution to give Talent comes in many forms, in and out of many storms, Weathered storm feathers worn white and grey, so slight A build really don't meant ****, me weight so heavy in a state Of bliss I kiss the ink, blown like glass on the paper when Take it and I put it out to give it to the universe, you can imagine Every goddess with the gods, Playin monopoly with the planets and the stars Get in my company I'm taking you to mars, me and you, On a journey where we just a facade, Leave all the preconceived notions abroad, Anyone here knows anything more than anyone else Wiser admits that he don't know ****, and he won't throw fits, When another mans right, angel of death here to Prove you a point, that lifes more precious than Any given argument on any given Sunday One day we gonna see the sun say, we gonna see the sun say when the sun rise Open up your eyes, sun say rise in the sun Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Eligh - Angel of Death Last edited by Mrd00d; 09-20-2012 at 03:53 AM. |
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12-29-2012, 02:09 AM
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#238 (permalink) |
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2012
Location: idaho falls idaho
Posts: 1
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lil freestyle.....
anough said and its time for change, sex,drugs and murder it comes with the fame,if its all about you your quick too blame,homie trynna target me better fix your aim,why we push drugz just too get a double up and get payed? and kill our kind over paper with the same k? christ done told me we living the wrong the way,look at the facts young homie the truths the same,you blinded by the lies stuck in your past,homie look up,never look back,turn right never turn left,i keep my faith foward and never fall back,why we judging like we better than you,thinking your complete from all the tools? find christ change your life thats the ultimate truth.. |
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12-29-2012, 02:08 PM
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not really
Join Date: Jan 2007
Posts: 5,223
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dooms new song doomsayer is pretty effin rad
i bolded the parts that are the craziest Quote:
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