Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises
I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus
Cause latex can break quick just f**kin’ some fly bitch
And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it
Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions
Laughin’ but lately I’m haunted by some of the saddest feelings
That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did
Writin’ supportin’ our focus and practice wisely
They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby
Black man attacked on camera, fagg*t police’ll ride free
So what does Nas see
Don’t wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe
Hate when they beside me
But I just keep em’ close, money over hoes
Secrets and codes, lead by example
Whenever speakin’ on dough
Creep but be careful
In the streets, see niggas’ll dare you, taunt you
Go to jail is what they want you to do
But concentrate
[quote]sMorri wrote:
You are 188lbs and calling me a little boy HAHAHAHA.
“Thats why I can only do chin-ups,
I’m thin, I’m weak,
That’s why I can only do chin-up,
I’m thin, I’m weak.
Yo, I go outta my mind, one chin at a time,
You never saw a body as weak as mine,
You better get rid of those weights, they ain’t gonna help,
What good they gonna do against a man who prays to himself?”
[/quote]
No offense Zeb…but that was dope Smorri lol
Oh yea and lets not start a war… between zeb and smorri
I’d hate to be wearing the wrong colors…
Anyway I was bored, so I freestyled into a tape recorder and here’s your transcripts…
Don’t lie to yourself, y’all are lyrically fictional/
To me mcee slayin isn’t just a sport, nigga its habitual/
I sit in this chair, thinkin bout how my life went to shit/
No girl, crashed my car, no click- only 1 nigga legit/
But I guess thats how the wheel just happens to turn/
I’m a warrior nigga take it in stride, and use it to learn/
That no singular force will eva eva break me/
I’ve done my dirt raised to the top, I aint no fake G/
You want beef nigga, is that what yo’ game be/
I’m not the one to stunt on, i don’t tolerate it lately/
You aint heard of me but I’ve got game, I’ve got skills/
I ride fast and hard, not just somethin with big wheels/
So take your big wheel and your pre school rhymes/
Get to the back of the bus and listen it’s learning time/
I am the best and and I’ll prove it, go get my dime/
Cause I want what belongs to me, this world is MINE/
NAS
“One Mic”
[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]
One time… yeah… yeah…
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip’ll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I’m gon’ body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {siren} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I’m hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I’ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don’t abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!
[whispering again]
Yo, all I need is one mic…
All I need is one mic… that’s all I need
All I need is one mic… all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic… yeah
[gradually getting louder]
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there’s thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there’s sixteen apiece, that’s thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I’m strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y’all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There’s nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!
[whispering again]
All I need is one mic… that’s all I need, that’s all I need
All I need is one mic… there’s nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic… that’s all a nigga need to do his thing y’know
All I need is one mic…
[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I’M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz’ll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I’m blastin cause I’m a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn’t have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn’t true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I’m on the right track I’m finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now
STYLES
Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey
Matter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
Ima finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
I get high cause fuck it, what’s better to do
And Ima never give a fuck, cause I’m better you
good choice all out…nas is quality.
Xen,
I think you are the only one who got what song that came from.
ha, that was a good rhyme.
Props to Xen.
RZA…
Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents on how they raped the continents, and it’s the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle’s filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential, vitamin and minerals Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow Rollin with the lambs Twelve tribes a hundred and forty four thousand chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions
wow this shit came back from the dead.
i’m badder than kruger/
speed rap and confuse ya/
ki’s bag em from cuba/
tea bags for the users/
relax your a loser/
ease back or get fulla/
these caps out the toola/
will lean back your medulla/
these matching my mula’ /
sleeves actually cooler/
my wrist looks like i’ve been playing frezze tag with the jeweler/
[quote]Xen Nova wrote:
I roll by with no engine
After I blow four in ya
One hand stand on top of yo’ Ninja…
-redman
Don’t know wtf he’s talking about but damn that was hyphy.[/quote]
never once has anyone use hyphy like this lol
"Tell the barber that you’re sick of looking like an asshole
Cut the mullet"
Wesley Willis, an obese schizophrenic black musician from the streets of Chicago, that says hello with a headbunt. Maybe he wasn’t a rapper, but he made me smile.
[quote]Hrastnik wrote:
Yo prepare for the worst
This next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then Skittles when I’m digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet
with “No Fear,” like them clothes white boys be wearin
I’m tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain’t a party I couldn’t rock, believe that
There ain’t a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I’m strong, my word is Bond like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they ‘week’ like seven days
MC’s run away when I kick it; they act so chicken
they should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style’s radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley’s Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I’m raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I’m twenty-five
CANIBUS-Buchingham palace
[/quote]
Canibus has got to be one of the greatest lyricists of all time.
I might’ve failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she’s universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she’s a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I’m committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she’s just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I’ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I’m talkin bout y’all is hip-hop
-Common “I Used to Love H.E.R.”
50 cent from the hail mary remake ja rule diss:
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin’
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard for my cell, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin’
Catch me countin’ cheese and when I’m callin’, can you accept my calls?
C.O. let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain’t scared
Mama checkin’ in my bedroom, I ain’t there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin’ they can stop 50, they losin’ it
Lil’ nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin’ about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin’ fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit
When your lil’ sweet ass gon’ come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin’ why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin’, bitch, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black, you’s a motherfuckin’ punk and you’ll see me with gloves
Quit scarin’ them fuckin’ kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what’s goin’ on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap with macs, knew I don’t play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It’s all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin’ like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin’ this shit, that’s how you made me
Feelin’ like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin’ my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin’ blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
(Twenty-one gun salute… BITCH!)
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that’s just for us
Niggaz ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
That’s why we go to thug mansion
That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
… at thug mansion
[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion…
Rap sucks.
There is no such thing as good rap lyrics. Rap music or should I say noise is terrible. There is nothing inspirational about any rap song I have ever heard. In fact most modern rap songs don’t even rhyme anymore.
OK first off, I thought this was lyrics not a whole fucking song, but w/e. second, almost all of the lryics posted are garbage. Mainstream is dead, weak, terrible, and half of underground is pop. I’m not even going to waste time posting because not enough people listen close enough to get it. If you Must listen to some good shit, check out
Non-Phxion(whole Green Cd is dope, old shit is good too)
Necro (Street villians vol.2 , too sick, and lots of other stuff is pure skill)
Ill Bill (most of his stuff is nuts)
Jedi Mind Tricks (every song is classic)
Now go learn newbs. lol
[quote]Rockscar wrote:
Rap sucks.[/quote]
Nice to see you productively added to this thread.
Morons suck,
Toddy