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08-13-2009, 04:30 PM
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Groupie
Join Date: Aug 2009
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Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady Diddy I see you baby Yall niggas done met ya match I'm somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me Chicks is heated then I give my ice see Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me Sexy brown skin complexion Cuz ****s in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh Im fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires Got every club for more we passin street flyers I been there VIP its a short night With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight Im ready for some action hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin Tight ****ies shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it im somethin that the rap game needed Thorough bread plus i stay weeded |
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08-20-2009, 01:22 AM
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Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2009
Location: steinbeck lands.
Posts: 38
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Keith Murray (LL Cool J - I Shot Ya remix)
Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a **** My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip **** all that sensuous **** I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all ****ed up [Word up!] Mm, 'least I like it. |
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08-23-2009, 10:55 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Mar 2009
Posts: 78
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canibus - poet laureate II
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece Your counselor advised you not to speak my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better" even though it sort of irked me He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me Couldnt understand what I mean by ill unless you try to translate what I print to film This is the line of will, the circle of time the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 mind Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied Ive personified dry humor of ***-laude alumni A wise man sees failure as progress a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multi-lateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scourn are a disasterous tool not the whole verse but my favorite part of it. |
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08-27-2009, 11:10 PM
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Master, We Perish
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: Havin a good time, rollin to the bottom.
Posts: 3,710
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Sportscenter - Lil Wayne
Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief Catch up bitch I'm in gear three zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger **** 'em and whoever made 'em I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it She gave me relations, so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike Can I get a mic or a mic and a half That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff I'm all grown, so much better with math I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah Roger Federer, there's no competitors Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries I keep them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seeds Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies (Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride wit the pistols Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistols And if you stand over my body I'll probalie kill ya Yeah, not really, Weezy the realest I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation product of determination stop playin you are not up in my situation I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun Stop hatin, y'all ballers I'ma sports agent Wait a minute lemme translate it, It's Weezy not the father mother****in Baby
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08-28-2009, 01:20 PM
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you know what it is
Join Date: Mar 2008
Posts: 2,890
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WHY? - Decieved
(uh, yeah) overboard, underscored and prayed for, craved more than the tapered candle in the jack o lantern gotta get out of my eddie haskell pattern since high school i've battled it i'm sick of telephone etiquette half illiterate my left eye astigmatic to the point of basically blind probably shaped like a plump banana i'm trying to think if my bandana outlasted my long hair i don't know don't think so only wore it back when i worked at wild oats, the poet of jokes, haven't wrote a funny line since i learned my redline frame was just a high end huffy well fuck me i have been decieved Short, sweet and to the point.
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08-28-2009, 01:41 PM
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Cardboard Box Realtor
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Hobb's End
Posts: 7,648
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Kno's verse from the song "Family Ties" off CunninLynguists debut album Will Rap For Food still holds as one of my favourites:
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08-28-2009, 11:01 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Forest Park, GA
Posts: 1,637
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I don't like Cunnin that much, but that was a nice verse.
And, **** a verse, here's a whole song... (song at the bottom of the lyrics) Quote:
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08-29-2009, 06:31 AM
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A.B.N.
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: NY baby
Posts: 11,451
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Fabolous - Imma Do it
Feelin just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayyye) Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya That's why I'm with naudia I call my gun naudia When she say hi to ya it's buh buh bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe the haters should watch what he say to her you think I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck Now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself Why don't you go practice safe sex and go fuck yourself The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health I coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that Picture me not flop where is them explosives at? Right here on my lap That's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun cock I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck |
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08-29-2009, 06:12 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Forest Park, GA
Posts: 1,637
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Yo, ya flow miss me, buy Vodka get pissy,
Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly, Everready, or Killer, that flows Anghellic, Story tellin' and battle rappin', who cant sell it? Should I speed it up, Naw, Im'a keep it strange, My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged, The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back, Who told him, everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack, I need a "Bunk Rock", fresh pair of "Sucka Duckas", Its a party, I'm bullshitin' with muh fuckas, Shadow fly, look at bitches with a "Crooked I", Battle me, I think ya favorite rapper rather die, Who you know can spit a flow this clean? (no body) My notebooks the 10th grade, I got so many sixteens, Please, I got a lot of hard tones, That'll fuck up your view of the view like Starr Jones, Yall clones, my style is the original, Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful, But me, spittin' classic is a ritual, I stopped liking rap when the lyin' got habitual, Im sick of you, the streets turned me into a sentinel, Im so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you! Shit, cant nobody out rhyme me, So Tech call Trav right now and tell him sign me! Shadow's Verse from Tech N9ne's "Party And Bullshit"
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