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05-18-2008, 08:14 PM | #1 (permalink) |
isfckingdead
Join Date: Nov 2004
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Favorite Verses
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"Suffering and fuck 'em all's the motto I'm trapped in a bottle My music's getting hollow But that's happens when humanity you follow Sell your Marlboros and car insurance Put niggas on the moon but can't pay for your burdens I smoke herb and rock a turbon Meditate on the world and what's occuring A lot of white boys like the style and copy Think it's something deeper and repeat that we're not free It's not about the separation, it's about the population" - Del Tha Funkee Homosapien (Deltron 3030) "Madness" |
05-18-2008, 08:23 PM | #2 (permalink) |
you know what it is
Join Date: Mar 2008
Posts: 2,890
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ODB - Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! |
05-18-2008, 08:25 PM | #3 (permalink) |
Reformed Jackass
Join Date: Sep 2007
Posts: 3,964
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I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons a vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog' a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting (boom) I saw a blind man with a dog screaming 'someday I'll see it all' and then he sat down with his hammer and saw business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checks a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare a pothole, a storefront with a broken open sign a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time I see a f**k up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver a squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-lifer I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the street Aesop Rock, 6B Panorama |
05-18-2008, 11:04 PM | #4 (permalink) |
not really
Join Date: Jan 2007
Posts: 5,223
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Yo...!
I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!" Burn me, I get into ****, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep **** stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE! What?! ol dirty bastard |
05-18-2008, 11:07 PM | #5 (permalink) |
one big soul
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Canada
Posts: 5,096
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Purple velvet melt metal itself quick tell
Everybody in the clique to get down with the Celtic with the felt-tip attack raps around sounds So bounce now, you ain't got the fingers to count styles There it is (what?) that, ambiguous cat Gritty kitty my rikky-raw rhetoric rap Takin' back my style rip r-rebirth (gimme that!) 'cause I don't give a kcuf like the "f-word" reversed! "Subculture" - Styles Of Beyond
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05-19-2008, 12:11 AM | #6 (permalink) | ||
Da Hiphopopotamus
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: cloud cuckoo land
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Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha ****a from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha ****a that ya read about Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin well **** you! This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll **** you up in a minute With a right left, right left you're toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!] N W A's ****in' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah! To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle Do I look like a mutha ****in role model? To a kid lookin' up ta me Life ain't nothin but bitches and money. Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last If ya **** wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass See I don't give a **** 'cause I keep bailin NWA (Ice Cube)- Gangsta Gangsta
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05-19-2008, 06:09 AM | #7 (permalink) |
Account Disabled
Join Date: May 2008
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True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman Skilling, killing, illing I'm able and willing Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas This ain't no real war, Vietnam **** World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing Sex, gambling and boozin', all the **** is amusing Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being Special OP, Huey chopper gun ****, run **** **** run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill **** Spit four-thousand bullets a minute Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it I'm in it to win it, get it The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying It's heating up, a hundred degrees The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease" Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees till the rotor broke, crash land, American man Cambodia, right in the enemy hand Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us Them yellow men wearing black pajamas They want to harm us They all up on us Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived I escaped the war, came back But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive Cause in life, God take, God give r.a. the rugged man- uncommon valiur |
05-19-2008, 07:26 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: May 2008
Posts: 4
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The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark
They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark To the new details, distant wisp of light Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount Couldn't be more wrong prior to your perusings When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction Of ya investigation when ya askin Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya sho Like a child I have infinite patience when I write The victim's dental records showed they loved to bite The under like removed off a charged battery Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery A live wire, fired the shot in the booth It wasn't even in the shooting distance of truth Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria? At the darkest hour in the most densed area In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising I'm rapidly advancing our horizons This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe They simply heard my call We hit up, the remote and primitive land Left walking reminders that saw it first-hand The music was a secure link we all think On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think? -GZA-Uncut Material |
05-20-2008, 05:11 AM | #9 (permalink) |
Existential Egoist
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: Pennsylvania
Posts: 1,468
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Lupe Fiasco - Conflict Diamonds (Verse 2)
Sissero so old and genocide, until the countryside just to get his shine on! I fear what the beards and his peers use to do before the world really knew just to get they mind on! Making paper from slave labour and hittin little kids with life time bids making em cut and shine stones. Inflating the price and making em look nice and i wasnt thinking twice when i was putting mine on. About a young shorty in Sierra Leone or other conflict countries that people call home. I figured i would never go to Angola so it never did affect me that made me indirectly. That my neck leash was funding a rebellion or a military coo, started by malicious that dont believe in following none of Genevas rules. I was brushing of the haters, trying to be cool. Didnt have a clue that the rapper was helping the rapers, raiders of the villagers, pillagers of the schools. Shooters of the innocent, torturers of the witnesses, burners of the binerses At my birth there was the few. Uhh, i aint pushing an agenda homie, im jus pushing the facts, **** Bush! Cuz theres people doin worse on this earth and there black, i took it for years now let me bring it back, We all know on foreign shores that they finance wars, but asks yourself do they finance yours. When i first got mine i took em out on tour, they only lost half the value when i took em out the store. Or it was full of moistened nikes and cubics but the jeweller knew i was stupid and that i couldnt prove it. Feeling like i need it because i do music, to impress the groupies and the interviewers. So i didnt praise nor did i loop it, even gave em to my girl thinkin i was cupid. Homies were all hating hoping they could make me lose it, creeping through my own hood knew i had to remove it. I see the Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters, the undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers. Homie its a rap for the nonsense rhyming, props to Kanye i call this Conflict Diamonds. Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul (Verse 3) So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field augering Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that |
05-20-2008, 07:45 PM | #10 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: May 2008
Location: All over the US
Posts: 11
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Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush hour traffic,
Ain't got no hood ornament, I got an ******* magnet, And it attracts every half ass and dead beat, Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they back seat, And who is this tryin' to commit suicide, You a grown ass man and you ridin' a f**kin' bike at night, With dark clothes like you got a death wish, Get your punk ass on the sidewalk punk b***h, And this mother f**ker crossing the street is takin' forever, Like he tryin to figure out which side of the street he likes better, Better pick fast if I press the gas, And plus I'm goin' so fast that Imma swerve and clip his ass, And this cop is in my rearview pullin' me over, And if I roll the window down he gonna smell the aroma, He's out there reachin' for his gun, I put my hands on the hood, Anyway you paint it, The situation is no good. Madrox - Freak Out |
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