50 is a rather conservative estimate.
I don’t see any of you guys piping in with your lyrics…
And don’t underestimate Zeb’s rapping ability, remember, he’s the only one on the forum old enough to have owned slaves so he learned from them.
[quote]sMorri wrote:
50 is a rather conservative estimate.[/quote]
ZEB is a rather conservative guy.
Rollin’ in my five-point-o…just kiddin’ guys.-
Tupac (RIP) “Only God Can Judge Me”
or any of his other sh!t. The man could flat out FLOW.
[quote]sMorri wrote:
E tu, Wideguy?
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HAHAHA Never said I was a rapper.[/quote]
It’s a good thing, because basically you suck at it! 
˝He front, smoke his ass like a philly blunt.˝
PRODIGY
LOL! This is awesome. My boy ZEB servin’ up some rhymes. Way to go man. That was some funny stuff!
[quote]RIT Jared wrote:
ZEB wrote:
Here’s one back at ya…
“talkin trash don’t make you a man You missed that by a very big span Your a little boy just playin the game And all your posts are readin lame Better step aside fore you get in deeper cause Zebs got ur number and he’s gonna keep it!”
(LOL-let’s do more this is fun)
HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! You lay it down ZEB!
I hate to say it sMorri but you just got served. ZEB gets double points for any of his rhymes because A) he doesn’t listen to rap, and B) he’s like 50.[/quote]
[quote]ZEB wrote:
sMorri wrote:
E tu, Wideguy?
’
HAHAHA Never said I was a rapper.
It’s a good thing, because basically you suck at it!
[/quote]
Which is why you should never claim to be a weightlifter, because you suck at it.
[quote]sMorri wrote:
Which is why you should never claim to be a weightlifter, because you suck at it.
[/quote]
You’ve proved you suck as a ‘rapper’. Where’s the proof that ZEB sucks as a weightlifter?
It’s simply amazing how big and strong an internet punk-ass can be when he never has to step up and prove it.
[quote]rainjack wrote:
sMorri wrote:
Which is why you should never claim to be a weightlifter, because you suck at it.
You’ve proved you suck as a ‘rapper’. Where’s the proof that ZEB sucks as a weightlifter?
It’s simply amazing how big and strong an internet punk-ass can be when he never has to step up and prove it. [/quote]
Pretty well said rainjack!
If this boy isn’t careful I’m going to start rappin again…this time it’s really gonna hurt…LOL
Alright Morris
The reason I didn’t spit yet’s cause I was sucking your moms clitoris
But now it times to drag you deep into the forest
And sodomize you with a spiked bat till your voice gets horse
Now Here comes the chorus:
This is the church
This is the steeple
Wait in the parking lot of your church on sunday
Then wet all your people
Like slim I’m what happens when bad meets evil
So please leave me with the keys to your M5
Bitch ass gagged up in the trunk bleeding out the asshole half alive
I chew through you garbage rymes like a mad bow weavel
I’m what they call diesel
You’re what they call feable
And I don’t mean the fucking jean
Just ask around around
Cats know what I mean
With a look that makes law say
“What a nice clean cut white boy”
That only leaves me the choice of
“What toy?”
To pick to destroy you?
But your lil girly mouth made the choice for you.
This is the church
This is the steeple
Laugh like a madman while you cry over your lost people
You really can’t see me
Mark ass Fag don’t even try to
Cause I know you don’t hate life nearly as much as I do
I’ll pose as the cat who works at the drive thru
Come to pay for your order and I’ll point blank 45 you
WIth more witness around then when pac got hit
And just ask pops if I gots and know how to rock that shit
Returning to topic:
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit’ your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin’
and keep them shook crews runnin’
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you’re in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they’re whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it’ll be your very last time breathin’
your simple words just don’t move me
you’re minor, we’re major
you all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player
don’t make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots’ll make you levitate
I’m only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain’t nothin’ really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don’t know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn’t choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook…
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
livin’ the live that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones…shook ones
he ain’t a crook son, he’s just a shook one
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt. II
I can’t believe this didn’t come up before me.
“CAR FULL OF FAT CHICKS TRUNK FULL OF FAYGO” ICP
What is a Juggalo?
Well let me think for a second,
Oh, he gets buck naked,
And he walks down the street winkin at freaks,
Wit a 2 liter stuck in his butt cheeks"
I don’t wanna be like this,
I don’t wanna hurt no feelings,
I’m only being real when I say,
Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap,
And old men have heart attacks, and I dont wanna be responsible for that so,
Put the Mic down and walk away,
You can still have a little bit of dignity.
While you picked two great verses from two very good MC’s, I gotta pick another Wu, possibly the most sampled Wu ever…
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
and hypothesis can’t define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B’s sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B’s ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block -Inspectah Deck aka Rebel I.N.S.
another from him.
It’s only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact’ll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up – put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit, like bricks you see fall[/quote]
Looks like were both fans of “Triumph.”
IMO, that song is a work of art.
[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It’s my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It’s court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain’t got ta tell you where it’s coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums
[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y’all to all praise to the Gods
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it’s war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
[RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn’t hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon’s Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I’m duckin five-year probation
[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that’s heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma’s on my man’s rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I’ll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it’s me, black nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
Caesar needs the greens, it’s Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that’s amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank’ visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y’all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
[Nas]
Book one, strategy, tactics, techniques
Look dumb, but massively notice the weakness, in all them
Gotta shoot only if necessary
Homey vest is very real if enemies carrying heavy steal
Beware the thugs who ain’t scared of blood or jail time
Where Aryan nations ain’t having integration, we so blind
The beauty of life, was when my mom said nigga you could be Christ
I wasn’t old enough to hold my dick and pee right, “Jesus”!
What is he like? I picture him standing with diamonds on him
Little different from the way my mommy saw him
Practice your aiming, physical training in, difficult terrain and
Test your endurance, try to keep your stamina banging
Splitting dutches up, strap up, the armies is school
Teaching smart ways to kill, I’m thinking Ghandi was a fool
But chronic’s a fool; got me thinking out loud, fuck it
Sleep on my drunkenness I’ll blow your brains out
[Lake]
My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale’s, I build
With dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill, in dix hills
for fish scale, to cop guns, the time come
I’ll mask up and get my comrade off the bus
Fuck the beef I’ll snatch your seed, from chuckie cheese
And feed him to the rats in the back of the P’s
Black fatigues and ? on the sofa
50 inch flat screen Louie Vitton holdsters
My motions don’t appeal to repel at divisions
I did it strong for 7 long years in prison, fuck the system
I’m like a modern day Hitler, black gorilla, crip and blood in one nigga
Only killas know my face
I beat a case for shooting at the police, nigga, the name Lake
Though simultaneously the street revolution
21 gun salute the new Huey Newton
We keeping it gangster say “fo shizzle”, “fo sheezy” and “stayin crunk”
Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk
Yo, our activism attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison
Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision
Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to
I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain’t bullshittin you
Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?
Just to get by, we get fly
The TV got us reachin for stars
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts
Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers
Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
Niggas be so transparent, easy to see through
Hit you from the blindside, niggas try to defeat you
But the game is far from over
In fact it’s just the first quarter
I feed millions and walk on water
All business never personal
Listen, I’m irreversible
From this life I’m livin’
F**k facin’ life in prison
Now that’s a hard decision
Freedom or your respect
Hold a gauge to the back of ya neck
Reflect hard street principles
Damn near invincible
Keep it on the rise like an organized criminal
This is for the niggas with me movin’ in silence
California grievance sex, money, and violence
Self-made, made to order
Tell me blood is thicker than water
Takin’ turns stickin’ dick to ya daughter
Just another days work to me
Spittin’ the truth, the truth gonna set you free
Misery loves company
----Xzibit, “Some of 'em”, Devin the Dude