**** me and the fellas have come up with havent heard on radio yet
like jfk jr dying.....me beating you is plane to sea
i dont care if you was hitler....my style you ca' nazi
******* ya fakin this, ya been involved in more tossed salads than bacon bits
im so cold my ****in pops is winter
tons more i just cant remember
i get bucs like milwaukee cuz like sam i cassell(when he was still playin)
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03-01-2007, 04:31 PM #31☆$★♠☆ BiG-BaLLiN ☆♠★$☆
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03-01-2007, 05:20 PM #32
"They wanna know why I'm so fly,
A girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye."
"Every minute my style switches up,
They say a real man won't hit a girl, well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up."
"Breakin in cribs wit a crow bar,
I was po', I couldn't afford the o-r."
Big L
"I'm the reason *****s got deals the past few years,
Sound anything like 'Kiss? Then sign right here"
JadaFriendship b/w women:
A woman doesn't come home one night. The next day she tells her husband she slept over at a girlfriend's place. Her husband calls 10 of her best friends. None know anything about it.
Friendship b/w men:
A man doesn't come home one night. The next day he tells his wife he slept over at a friend's place. His wife calls 10 of the husband's best friends. 8 of them confirm he slept over, the other 2 claim he's still there.
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03-01-2007, 08:08 PM #34
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03-02-2007, 03:54 AM #35
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03-02-2007, 04:08 AM #36
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Not considered best of all time, but this track is pretty cool
Packfm ft Substantial - Up Close & Personal
http://www.sendspace.com/file/dvirq5Misc Strength Crew
I'm acting like a broke 'Di Nero in Casino
Addicted to wicked women, reel them in to eat my ego.
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Flight Distance.
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03-02-2007, 02:52 PM #37
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03-02-2007, 02:57 PM #38
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03-02-2007, 03:01 PM #39
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03-02-2007, 03:01 PM #40
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03-02-2007, 03:22 PM #41
Here's a Few:
Twinz - Big Pun
Dead in the middle of little italy little did we know
That we riddled some middleman who didn?t do diddily
Poisonous Darts - Ghostface
But anyway back to furry Kangols Jamaican wallabees
My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy
My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards
Next year two hundred ni99az comin with swords!
Victory - Biggie
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a ni99a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all fa99ots ain't killin ****
Ooops Cristal keep spillin sh!t
The 6th Sense - Common
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The common sense in me remembers the basement
I?m morpheus in this hip-hop matrix, exposing fake sh!t
Just don't give a f*ck - Eminem
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherf*cker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, f*ck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope thenChildren groomer, influencer, CEO
Registered LgBLT + Incest, Beastiality, P3dophile with obligations like a vacation on my face
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03-02-2007, 03:24 PM #42
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03-02-2007, 03:31 PM #44
You heard of the raps before but kept waitin
for the son 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 ***** 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 ***** 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
*****z 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
Cappadonna- Winter Warz
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03-02-2007, 03:33 PM #45
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- Triumph
Inspectah Deck - C.R.E.A.M
^dope verse too
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03-02-2007, 03:34 PM #46
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PackFM - Freestyle Marathon [Produced by Celph Titled]
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9y9iobMisc Strength Crew
I'm acting like a broke 'Di Nero in Casino
Addicted to wicked women, reel them in to eat my ego.
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03-02-2007, 03:40 PM #47
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I love stewie
http://www.tv.com/uservideos/?action...lk=viduservids
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03-02-2007, 03:42 PM #48
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Session & Tonedeff came the nicest in that track.
Tonedeff took shots at Diddy in that track too.
Extended F@mm - Fuck You I Rhyme Better
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9xptyk
For those who arent familiar with Extended F@mm
Session spits first
Tonedeff
PackFM
Substantial spits last
enjoyMisc Strength Crew
I'm acting like a broke 'Di Nero in Casino
Addicted to wicked women, reel them in to eat my ego.
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03-02-2007, 05:23 PM #50
NOONE said Fab?
I got em.
They tried to put two nine's on me, just like Gretzsky
But my lawyer saw though it, just like wet tees
i smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teeth
My boy JOEY JIHAD..
Damon Wayans, it's a dirty shame i got the low down,
Lebron with the grind cause i'm workin with the snow now
Fly'er than Lindros, fly'er than lecxlair, fly'er than the pilots that be flyin in the air, but a bag on his head, holes, he'll be scared, i run with basket cases like yogi the bear"What value is there in the grace that I profess if it leaves me unchanged?"
-Spurgeon
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03-02-2007, 07:39 PM #53
"Suicidal Thoughts" - Notorious B.I.G.
When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ****in' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict ****
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
**** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my ****in' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw *****, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bull****
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull ****
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my ****in' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (*****, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of *****s lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'."My dad and I decided that Nancy's kind of hot, so maybe we should just both bang her and in the meantime deal with the retard"
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03-02-2007, 07:53 PM #54
Moment of Truth - Guru
The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with
Could set you up and wet you up, ***** peep the language
Its universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Lets face facts, although mcs lace tracks
It doesnt mean behind the scenes there aint no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there aint nobody to trust
Its like sabotage, its got me ready to bust
But I cant jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So ima get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else well die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when youre shinin, some chumpsll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
Cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as youll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I aint no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth
Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Dont fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that Im facin, is mad amazin
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now Im contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my hearts racin
Suicide? nah, Im not a foolish guy
Dont even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all thats gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, Ive been through a whole lot of other ****, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But Im sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
Im ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that Im too damn kind
And now some skanless mother****ers wanna take whats mine
But they cant take the respect, that Ive earned in my lifetime
And you know theyll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has its day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
Youre gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin *****z, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain g?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the tascam much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphors
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of mcs, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway its just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you cant push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-allah-i now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills theres no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truthLast edited by RickRoss; 03-02-2007 at 07:56 PM.
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03-02-2007, 11:25 PM #59
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
-Eminem, Nail in the Coffin
Look up this whole rap. No one has EVER destroyed ANYONE as much as Eminem did in this rapI'm not bitter, I just want to prove everyone wrong
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03-03-2007, 01:41 AM #60
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