Ok a few more quick ones
"I dont front, and I dont look backwards, and i dont practice, and I dont lack shit ... and you can get barry to suck my bat bitch" - lil wayne off the track barry bonds from kanye's graduation cd. "Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a kings throne My destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And god, Im so thankful" |
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wait till I get back on a comp I'm postin mad lyrics.............MAD LYRICS!!!!!!! LOL
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SWEEEEEEEEET a Hip Hop thread How did I miss this one!!
Big L 98 freestyle, 1 hell of a freestyle [big l] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big l, bout ta.. get into some shit Aight check it out Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich Im from new york and never was a fan of the knicks And Im all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper Im quick to body somethin You lookin at me like Im probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest Im, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around yall, cause niggaz like you Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I havent got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you aint a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, Im far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head {*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think Im loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (yeah!) so what you actin for? You aint half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sumun, fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, Im runnin with men Ima be rippin the mics until Im a hundred and ten Have yall niggaz like, damnit this nigga done done it again I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks Im makin wonderful figures I dont fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz And rob every last one of you niggaz [bobbito] yeahhh! (what? ) [big l] Im tired [bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasnt, that wasnt too bad! |
Nas opening verse from the track Verbal intercourse off Raekwons debut album "Only Built For Cuban Linx"
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual Awesome! |
IM BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!
you would have to listen to his flow on this one instead of reading it. but once he gets into these lines they are basically rolling off his tounge. Lupe fiasco. we just might be ok off of food and liquor stores "I'm cool I don't for tell best I ain't nicest MC, I ain't cornel west I am cornel west side chi town Guevara Malcolm eXorcise the demons Gangster leaning He traded in his kufi for a new era chose a 44 over a mortar board I ain't a credited institute graduate I ain't from Nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate I ain't mastering no calculus A good addition to the rap audience I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on" |
some canibus lyrics
"I'm the illest lyricist in America -- MC's can't see me cause I'm too quick, for the human retina to regista I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves At a +Speed+ that would confuse Keanu Reeves So ask yourself, who am I? I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin life I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme til the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9 Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time whether they signed or unsigned Wit many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus More lines than a African herd of zebras" |
Jay-z beach chair, from kingdome come. i can def zone out to these lyrics.
Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap year I don't know why we here Since we gotta be here Life is but a beach chair Went from having shabby clothes Crossing over Abbey Roads Hear my angels singing to me Are you happy HOV? I just hope I'm hearing right Karma's got me fearing life Colleek are you praying for me See I got demons in my past So I got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct Then the child should have to pay For the sins of a father So I barter my tomorrows Against my yesterdays In hopes that she'll be OK And when I'm no longer here To shade her face from the glare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter and a new beach chair |
jay-z. diamonds remix.
Yep! I got it from her 'ye damn! The chain remains, the game is in tact The name is mine, I'll take blame for that The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? [laughs] Pardon me I had to laugh at that How could you falter when you're the rock of gibralter I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water This ain't no tall order, this is nothin to me Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep, I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I'm guessin' I can sell CD's I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man Let me handle my buisness, damn! Kanyeez you got me, Freeway and Foxy YG', Teairra Mari, Petey watch me Bleek could be one hit away his whole career As long as I'm alive, he's a millionaire And even if I die, he's in my will somewhere So he can just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah He don't even have to write rhymes The Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly What I was sayin practically me whole carreer The diamond is forever, I been mindin' this forever Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin' Instead we rose from the ash like a phoenix If you waitin' for the end, the dynasty signed And what seemed like forever is a mighty long time I'm young bitches |
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