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Jul 30, 04
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aight my *****z and *****hettes, lets do it like this imm rub yo ass in the moonshine
lets take it back to 79.
i bomb atomicaly, socrates philosphese and hypotheses cant define how i be drop these mockeries lyrically perform armed robbery flee with the lottery possibly they spotted me battlescar, shotgun explosion when my bend hits tremendous ultraviolent shine blinds forensics i inspect you through the future see millenium killer bees sold fifty goild sixty platnium shaklin the masses with drastic rap tactics graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmith black wu jackets queen bees ease the guns in rumbling with patrol men tear gas lace the function heads by the score take flight inside the war chicsk hit the floor diehards fans demand more beyold the the bold soldier control the globe slowly preoceeds to blow swinging swords liek shinobi wu got it lock holding on to yo block..... shiet if you knwo it sing it..bitches wu4evar 
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Jul 30, 04
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that was hot
now its my turn If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a ***** for my ***** by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly *****z that jostle Kill a ***** for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep til noon, wrap Pam Grier's hair Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank fill *****z lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all *****z can't eat without Predium I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
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Jul 30, 04
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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 *****z 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
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Jul 30, 04
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hand me an eighth
beam me up and land me in space ima sit on top of tha world and shit on brandy and mase im more than ill scarier than white journalist in room with lauryn hill human horror film but with alot funnier plot and people'll feel me 'cause ima still be tha mad rapper whether i got money or not as long as im on pills, and i got plenty of pot ill be in a canoe paddlin' makin' fun of your yacht
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Jul 30, 04
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ooooh shit!! Man imm give you karma for this track right here.
Capadona 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 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 commin, 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 anesthezias 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 ***** 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 ovation Getting drunk, fuck em, I'm duckin five-year probation Who got the next verse ??
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Jul 30, 04
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or else you'll be fun-kay!
Artist Del The Funky Homosapien Lyrics Album Title If You Must Song Lyrics It's important to practice good hygiene, At least if you want to run with my team. I'm ‘bout to get into some shit that I've seen. This fool's breath forments so bad it'll melt your ice cream. They say don't say nothing if you cant say nice things Sittin' too close and hear my boy like my eye sting I tired to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum I was a victim of breath on the Running his yap about what sets he from Gotta get some gum, gotta gets him some He turned it down, his teeth was brown excruciating, boring, it was a new sensation I had to ask the dope to pass the soap Cuz his toe had the stench of crustaceans Or bathrooms in the bus station He had a can of oh he had some raisins Amazin' Head to toe BO, he didn't know Used to the fragrance Just as the days went without bathin' He felt manly and not like a maiden He had one dread and fungus Said he worked on people's toilets with plungers Girls thought the guy [music change] we were with the tongue, yo So guys take your queue from this little number You gotta wash your ass, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up You gotta wash your ass, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up To, to, to wash up To, to, to, to wash up To, to, to wash up To, to, to, to wash up Now in class you need total concentration, But there's kids in the back holding conversations Crackin' on each other and neither were poster boys Both of ‘em smelled like the type that soap avoid Coast enjoyed a leave of absence One fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks Brimstone Girls would never bring him home I was laughin' and his friend raised his tone and said: [different voice] Bud, you rolled all over yourself Yeah, I know some people n your ass would be submerged Like you need to do in water cuz you smell like a turd Want a cap, get some courage your feet smell horrid But look it up and while you at it get a cup And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle You get our vote for most stinkiest That ****** started thinking the shit Said I was frail, I said he was stale Under arms is right, undergarments might Bout the leap out your holy sweats Then we hold him messin’ after this I'm gonna collect ****** check yourself, respect yourself And watch your motherfuckin' body ‘fore your sweatshirt melt And ready your act of no lady find you attractive The funk got you captive You don't need a map, bitch You gotta wash your ass, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up You gotta wash your ass, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funk-ay To wash up To, to wash up To, to, to wash up To, to, to, to wash up To, to, to wash up
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Jul 30, 04
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War of the masses, the outcome, disasterous
Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, *****z get slayed on the song --------->Masta Killa The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds thats 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-Ah-Rief take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Last edited by BAL1STOPHER; Jul 30, 04 at 08:17 PM.
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Jul 30, 04
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Best thread ever, this made breakfast fun.
I'm listening to triumph in my car on the way to work. Quote:
Last edited by Scarface; Jul 30, 04 at 08:57 PM.
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Jul 31, 04
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first verse / mos def / hip - hop
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Jul 31, 04
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mama said knock you out, i'm gonna knock you out.
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Jul 31, 04
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i gotta drop down the ghostface bit... he's the craziest mofucka in a wu jacket.
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab *****z 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 where's the chef at!?!
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Jul 31, 04
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"I'm on a ice cool padio sippin on a vendetta, huffin on the 10th letta"
^ Huffin on the tenth letta , hands down best weed reference I've ever heard.
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Jul 31, 04
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Let me break ya off some...
Ya sound like Bill Cosby on crack, your whole lingo's wack, I got my rhymes from Aunt jamaima she be sittin in on my sack. Off the hook cookin mack and cheese scratchin the decks as if they got fleas, and she don't say please she just started to wheez cuz my smokes so thick she got lung disease!! Ha ha just kiddin I let the devil to my biddin got the competition shiddin they pants, and when I'm onz the turnztablez peopblez be starttin to dance I wanna hear I can's and no I can't's!--Yo! THESE LYRICS ARE PURELY FOR RITUAL BEATINGS OF THE MIND AND WILL NOT BE ON THE RECORD! So round and round she goes and you chop it up fine and stick it up yo nose like antibiotics my narcotics make you a psychotic, robotic layin down the beats and gettin melodic, with a trance circumstance to make you hypnotic...
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Jul 31, 04
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It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise
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