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May 03, 05
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dunno if this is exact wording but:
"When stress burns my brain like acid rain drops, maryjane is the only thing that makes the pain stop" People under the stairs "Who? Who? Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators? With rhymes so major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager *****s catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper" The who - Del 
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May 03, 05
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omigod dude same! lol Bus Driver all aboard! get on the bus in the driver we trust hold on now i hope we going fast enough u know the style hope we dont pass you up
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May 03, 05
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"Take that bass out your voice---you, talk to me in treble" -Kweli
"I'm off probation now, its like I grew up It took me so long, I still aint blew up So I write new songs, I got that new stuff Yo I've been through it all, thats what I'm used ta While you just playin pretend yo brushin shoulders with killers Thats how ya days will go end, you better know what the deal is Yo bitches know I'm the realest, go toe to toe with the illest I'm a young silverback with some older gorillas If you get hold of this feel it, buy download it and steal it You might not know but I fry hoes on a skillet I write flows and I willit just to get through the day And this poetry helps me so I dont spit in your face But I can see I gotta get out of this bottle Gotta get down on the throttle cause I'm just not a Soprano And I can see I gotta take it if I want it And I always rap even if forsaken and its haunted And I can see that I can throw it all away If I spend it all on bitches and I blow it all on yay And I can see if I forget from where I came That I'm fuckin worthless I aint shit to them I'm lame" -vishiss "This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy The epitome of lyrical epiphanies Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity to fuck wit the likes of I and my tenacity? This is, what you, get when, you fuck, with the, likes of, the magnanimous flows of total assholes and ignoramuses M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers Amateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters" - pharoahe monch "You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear I make the devil do the work of God and God do evil I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people" -ill bill "And intoxicated and stimulated emcees Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze Watch them flee, hip-hop heads Take a walk with me and what you'll see Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme And emcees have left materialism behind them verse2 I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum Out on sunset strip, he asked me "How would you feel If everybody acted like you didn't exist You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip." So let it be known, the only reason that we do this Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith Over seeing the game, over being part of the same ol' thing It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again" -shinoda "and all the real heads scream fuck hip-hop, until this mediocre bullshit stops" -jakki da motormouth
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May 03, 05
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"These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion Is this the model for life you will envisionin free as can be in a world of imprisonment? I dare you to check new territory American dream? Time for another story One where I don't choke to keep afloat I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope With a knife to my own throat Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat Because I know the ropes Reality in this world is bought and sold A very limited scope of life is shown And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled Left to erode in my humble abode You won't hear me because I got no loot You don't hear me because you don't compute" -mr.lif "In my historical oracle I blast metaphorical editorials educating in my territorial get torn heavenly arm with seventy bombs that'll blast devine like a heavenly song Your men'll be gone if they explore my people start i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk I'm dreaming a stalk MCees in the dark I walk Blindfolded the mines golded Watch how you talk My styles is an art Recognize lycially purity All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security The dopest vocalist with my third eye I focus with I proceed, flow with the speed of the indian motorist There's more of this than wasted Shiny chains and braclets I hit tracks my toungue weigh for the brains to blaze in Amazin angelic, tell it to your people" -planet "Ain't no pickin your position to beginnin your life Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife Too many lost kids in the night Hand on heat, grippin it tight Any man want beef could get it right Followed by enough flame to put a permanent end To the learning of men Class session, too many the blast the last lesson Often taught like the wars that are often fought As old as mankind Now outta his damn mind Stand on the gunpowder landmine Ready to blow at any second I'm checking for the signs of the end of all-time, I figure its on time my last thoughts forming the rhyme Got me running through the streets That reek of the dead, its more food to the wealthy My *****z on welfare, nobody givin up healthcare Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here George Bush having a swell year Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map You done seen what they bring to Iraq Now bring it back to the source, land of the physical force Land of the gun..." -breez evahflowin "This is the place where cops are rushin the building Paramilitary death squads murder your children Empty shell of a man rippin shots in the air Soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares Prepare for the future but make note of the past Or be condemned to live it again and get blast Class warfare kept outta the news Replaced by a corporation's political views Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and sold The land that was stolen stripped of all of its gold Old timers on the death bed speakin the wisdom Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians Now we all got freedom to die in the street But the difference is more of us die in a week Than they die in a year I made it clear Where I stand when the line is drawn But now the line is gone And ***** anything goes The land where the guns don't let anything grow And what the fuck you *****z know about living in hell You not built like me you never lived in a cell You never gambled with your soul Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm But you got a *****z life in your hand Young man, just remember that slicing a gram Is a bloody game, like throwin mice in a fan My words flow like the rivers thats west of Iran The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the middle I reveal the depth of history's scars when I scribble I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a little The martyr is crippled The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is simple And its not written down in holy books as a riddle Now we running through the streets, starvin On that guerilla warfare My people stuck in a guerilla warfare Innocent children screamin in tears You actin like the army ain't put hell here Military industry havin a swell year Swinging a gat while lying in heaven Living off a blank check after 9/11 But I'm have the truth brought back to the source Fight for my land with physical force Speak through music, the subliminal course I need a tek and a clip, fuck a chain and a porsche Land of the gun" -immortal technique those last two are off tha same track. i could go on forever wit this shit but ill stop
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May 03, 05
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Sights a bit wrecked. I ain't even light the spliff yet and already my eyes are blood-shot like a crip' set -copywrite78 I'm not all about copy, but he's got some good ones. "and I don't write for the wealth I stage my own death, come back, and ghostwrite for myself" -copy Last edited by scue; May 04, 05 at 12:03 AM.
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May 04, 05
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[quote=christof]"Heaven only knows, cuz i dont understand
wont u tell me please whats the master plan spend so many days sitting on a cloud heaven only knows so ill just move around" (K-os) thats my favortie k os song I dont wanna change the world..i only wanna stop PRETEND-ing...what u say?come again..what u say? come again noww... its a good one. my fave lyric is the classic.. "Its like word up and it sounds so nice,hip hop you..the love of my life.. or even more classic "its bigger then hip HOP hip HOP
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May 04, 05
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dels the shit. his lyrics on "dont forget the bass" from future development, and "love song" from 3030 stick out the most.
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May 04, 05
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"electromagnetic beam I get charged
rhymes I run right thru em like a big box of Trojan large Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang poison slang poison fang poison pen let me begin tryin to rhyme up in my cipher is gambilin freestylin me g I be buckwilin you cant even challenge a ***** in my position technician renditions more freaky than Rick James fly like airplanes thru all it remain the same my cuts like Freddy Krueger dont need a German Luger but shoot more shit than Stern-ruger dirty rottens comin thru punks cling to their guns dont start none, there wont be none cuz ahh...fuck around and it'll be tragic Chorus and I could rock a rhyme with just statik" Jeru's 1st verse from "Statik" "Here comes the ruckus, the motherfuckin' ruckus Thousands of cut-throats and purse-snatchin' fucks Straight from the brain, I'll be givin' you the pain, anger Comin' from the 36th Chamber, Bang! Tical, hittin' with the Buddha-Fist style Shotgun slammin' in your chestpiece, plow! Brain, is blown all over the terrain Like a man without no arms you can't hang Time for a change of the guard You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you hard For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar I'm the true fist of the North Star!" Method Man "P.L.O. Style" "Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You *****s be thinkin this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt I'm from the alley, not the valley I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'" Big L (R.I.P.) "8 Iz Enuff"
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May 05, 05
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-----fdskjfjewoifnoewifblaazzzzzeddddddd "my birth certificate reads earths most descriptive mc my death certificate'll read im dead, quit listening to me"-copy jakki does got some better lines but i like what that ones sayin an yea it was off fhh Last edited by Mr.Wrong; May 05, 05 at 03:43 AM.
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May 05, 05
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"put liquor in me and i dont need a reason
obnoxious with the women hot tucked in the linen i pull up let her get in she knows from the beginnin she added to the list of them chicks that i done been in my head spinnin and her head spinnin mine from juice and gin'in hers from suckin dick in im a winner man" -clipse
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May 05, 05
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"After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling" -rakim "I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali Not number one but here to have fun Guaranteed to proceed and get the job done Y'all, know, my competition is none Funky funky fresh from the day I begun You rock with me, you're guaranteed to have a ball Got a big belly, over six feet tall My favorite team is the Vikings when I watch football Here's another one to get you off the wall' - biz markie "I'm not Captain Kirk, or Mr. Spock When I put the party people in a state of shock I'm like Mark Twain, or Shakespeare Cause when I'm on the stage, people throw they hands in the air" - biz markie "Dance floor's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhyth with ral rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike There's a slight chance The crowd is crucial M.C.'s grounds are neutral Now that you're here let me introduce you Get ready I'm hard read like graffiti but steady Science I drop is real heavy Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy The prescription's one every hour Now it's a havoc If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention: follow directions real close Keep out of reach of children Beware of overdose Too many milligram But what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts That kill a man I deas for the ear to fear Might split 'im He'll never forget 'im He'll rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im The last breath of the words of death Was the rhythm Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go Rakim will do the rest of this slow If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up If I slow up, catch up, hell no Wicked as I kecked it Don't need to remix it 'Cause I prefixed it Reversed and switched it To perform to perfection Section for section Rhymes keep connectin' Ya guessin' what's next an' Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten 'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain Travel through the brain hit a vein Then remain, let it radiate Vibes will vibrate Why did you violate Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak Moans now the tone is ingrown After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone Before I get that fifi I met Whisper I wanna reach your intellect Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect So I shine and let the write reflect Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older Lay her on my shoulder EEverything I told her Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er And you know how I did 'er Me and the rhythm hit 'er" -rakim
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May 05, 05
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May 08, 05
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copy got me wantin to smack him around (jus like camu did hah) with the news comin out surrounding him... tracks with lil jon.. n some other shit "i dont wanna be mainstream, i wanna piss in it" -----guess not couldnt really see him conforming to mainstream ways though, but im sure wierder things have happened
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May 08, 05
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[Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
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May 08, 05
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I stand alone
Burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder A stronger tide is coming and I've been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel Passed through the absence of parentally hands to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me Don't pretend to understand any of the issues that I'm holding I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't swell up I'll see you one my way One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now And keeps me down, stealing all my energy I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity Not dealing with my tendencies I peel the skin and then I squeeze The real imprinted Hanse's disease Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me breathe, While I wore a game face In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place This planet is just an overpopulated mental hospital Each zombie walks around constitutes another obstacle So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself I'm insecure by every facet of the existence From my addictions, to the conditions I choose to live in Who you kidding I suffer from excess anxiety A product of pollution in American society Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind but I've been trying disregarding my insanity Every form of hurt isolates me from humanity But it's provoked against being force fed so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own They taught me how to know everything except my soul Which is everything I need to grow Everything that keeps me whole Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea So I leave with golden hopes to rip the beast that holds my focus but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains So people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap thespian Feeling my organs drilling distorted short portions of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in Feels like the brain is hanging on but with clothes pins I've hidden in the darkness for too long I make it look all right but in the inside its so wrong I want life to change but I don't know if it can for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water No longer hiding from my personality disorder You want to die in my life then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner Cause even Shadows have Shadows and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding I scream in my dreams Away but they keep on defeating me Even Shadows have Shadows Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter Even Shadows have Shadows I'm about to break free from my fears When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear Even Shadows have Shadows So don't judge a book by it's cover Cause my story is fucked up as any other! -Eyedea
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May 09, 05
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you hear all that shit about camu and copy gettin into it a week or so ago right, that shits funny
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May 09, 05
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"Heaven ain’t something someone else can give
It’s all inside of me" - Eyedea "Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed Every action has a point, five points make a fist You close 'em, you swing 'em, it's hurts when it hits And the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says "Warning" That's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left and save breath, And avoid you, sober and upset in the morning" - Slug "Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows Becoming A piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything you felt" - Slug
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May 10, 05
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May 10, 05
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[Dr. Dre]
Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out Dre you nasty man! but I love it
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May 11, 05
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i dont grab viddys cause my comp dont run em half the time cause its a piece "It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people To make 'em believe I'm crazy so they can relate to me And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin users without Marlilyn's music But I figure I make my music I don't care if you use it To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it! Now the parents are suein' cuz little Darren is screwin' Karen and Susan cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up Cuz of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up My attitude's 'fuck it' like Pac's was at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody And I'm just laughin' like it's funny Cause I don't really give a shit about no-muthafuckin'-body I'm so muthafuckin' nutty I don't give a fuck about nuttin'!" -eminem before he sucked
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