one of my fav songs from Young Gnz
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one of my fav songs from Young Gnz
i've been tight af after reading this shit several times
you pissing me off today
roasted jay's ass......
like i know niggaz always talking about rhyme schemes and i find that discussion hilarious... but chriss zapped out on the part i quoted...like readnig it and hearing it, i don't even know how he put that shit together.....
nigga was only like 20 at the time too if i'm not mistaken
Joshie Kahn
"I can fix that"
Killer Mike and El-P verses from twin hype back
El-P:
This is born alone die alone, so my dialogue's dastardly
Life's a tragedy generator operating at max capacity
This is porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing
I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent
Killer Mike:
This is arrogant fat black, it is what it is
This that stingy with dick bitch, not a fuck do I give
I'm no respecter of person, I'm no respecter of rules
I catch the Prince of England slipping
He goin' run me the jewels
I could wake up brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will be
The illest there'll ever be cause I be what you'll never be
My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull in my pedigree
And dogs fight to the death
You say you better, you better be
El-P:
This is born alone die alone, so my dialogue's dastardly
Life's a tragedy generator operating at max capacity
This is porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing
I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent
Killer Mike:
This is arrogant fat black, it is what it is
This that stingy with dick bitch, not a fuck do I give
I'm no respecter of person, I'm no respecter of rules
I catch the Prince of England slipping
He goin' run me the jewels
I could wake up brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will be
The illest there'll ever be cause I be what you'll never be
My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull in my pedigree
And dogs fight to the death
You say you better, you better be
TheGOAT
I dont like it here.
"Some niggas fuck they enemies in the ass when they catch them... Weird ass niggas who dangerous so dont test them"
-Nas "Get Down"
lol, only person who actually left one lyric,
i'll do the same
"Sigel hard like corn liquor, I take you out this world like you was born nigga......butt naked, covered in blood, gasping for air, clinging for dear life...nigga you scared right?"
dude made a song about selling drugs using fucking fast food
Hey, he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mack, had a whole lotta steez
Made a lot of niggas fat, gave a whole lotta Gs
Grams, man, he had a whole lotta these
And he would let you hold, like, a whole lotta keys
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones
Twice the bread, it's like he had two buns
And he had a whole lotta seeds
Even his kids had meals for reals
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they was lil'
Catch up (ketchup), nigga
chrous
He was a heart breaker and a law shaker
If it was bout caking, he was a partaker
International, he would take trips, bon voyage
That's how hard he was fishing for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy, that's what some say
The way he shunned all the bums hanging in the subways
He called them fruits, then laughed at 'em
Delivery man on the pick-up drive through and throw a bag at 'em
And it was hard to understand him sometimes
Making a killing the way he had 'em standing in line
chrous
Lovers call him king, haters call him clown
He would say "bite me, that's the way it's going down"
He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep friar
Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones, was only scared of the feds
He lived the fast life, couldn't get his path right
Friar just told him 'bout the hooters that he had last night
Turned himself in to the paddy wagon, said no
Bacon wouldn't take him, half the pigs on the payroll
Gotta Eat
-Lupe
Hey, he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mack, had a whole lotta steez
Made a lot of niggas fat, gave a whole lotta Gs
Grams, man, he had a whole lotta these
And he would let you hold, like, a whole lotta keys
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones
Twice the bread, it's like he had two buns
And he had a whole lotta seeds
Even his kids had meals for reals
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they was lil'
Catch up (ketchup), nigga
chrous
He was a heart breaker and a law shaker
If it was bout caking, he was a partaker
International, he would take trips, bon voyage
That's how hard he was fishing for the chips
So greedy he never gave to the needy, that's what some say
The way he shunned all the bums hanging in the subways
He called them fruits, then laughed at 'em
Delivery man on the pick-up drive through and throw a bag at 'em
And it was hard to understand him sometimes
Making a killing the way he had 'em standing in line
chrous
Lovers call him king, haters call him clown
He would say "bite me, that's the way it's going down"
He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep friar
Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones, was only scared of the feds
He lived the fast life, couldn't get his path right
Friar just told him 'bout the hooters that he had last night
Turned himself in to the paddy wagon, said no
Bacon wouldn't take him, half the pigs on the payroll
Gotta Eat
-Lupe
Joshie Kahn
"I can fix that"
"Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad. Been there so long I can't remember who I am, or where I stand. But in the end I guess I just don't give a damn. Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan. Fuck it man"
MC Ride/Death Grips - Thru the Walls
MC Ride/Death Grips - Thru the Walls
Cash Money Records taking over for the '99 & the 2000
NeighborhoodNomad
the marathon continues........
I know murda, conviction, burners, boosters
Burglers, ballers, dead, redemption
Scholars, fathers dead with kids and I wish I was fed forgiveness
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Soulja's DNA
Born inside the beast my expertise check out in 2nd grade.
Burglers, ballers, dead, redemption
Scholars, fathers dead with kids and I wish I was fed forgiveness
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Soulja's DNA
Born inside the beast my expertise check out in 2nd grade.
FakeOhMars
MEH!
Trickery in the system, put my niggas in prison
All our history hidden, ain't no liberty given
We all fit the description of what the documents written
We been lacking the vision and barely making a living
We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin'
Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it
The Lord won't get you acquitted, but you still ask for forgiveness
Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion
How many times do I gotta tell you I'm a man on a mission
Many times I gotta tell you I don't need no permission
A human with super vision, ain't no livin' condition
I'm reaching out to my children, just hoping that they will listen
Start a new coalition against corrupt politicians
It's not enough pots to piss in, too many murder convictions
Another family evicted, another black man a victim
That's as real as it's getting, you should take recognition
-Joey Bada$$
All our history hidden, ain't no liberty given
We all fit the description of what the documents written
We been lacking the vision and barely making a living
We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin'
Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it
The Lord won't get you acquitted, but you still ask for forgiveness
Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion
How many times do I gotta tell you I'm a man on a mission
Many times I gotta tell you I don't need no permission
A human with super vision, ain't no livin' condition
I'm reaching out to my children, just hoping that they will listen
Start a new coalition against corrupt politicians
It's not enough pots to piss in, too many murder convictions
Another family evicted, another black man a victim
That's as real as it's getting, you should take recognition
-Joey Bada$$
Achewon87
Chanel dreams & yeyo wishes...
Conway on "The Cow". Whole verse had me like that...
Westside Gunn - The Cow Ft. Conway
Westside Gunn - The Cow Ft. Conway
Roll the swish and get high
Free the homies behind the wall
Free my niggas inside
All them niggas that died
Rest in peace to my niggas I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor, load your fifth
For the niggas that ride
For your niggas that got hit bagged didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like I'm the realest nigga alive
Since we was kicking doors, four niggas
Divi'n pies
They ain't believe me when I told niggas the city was mines
Now look at me though Buffalo nigga
But did records with Kool G though
Necklace is two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to Cousin Tito
Me and Pat was right there, he took it like a G though
That's a real nigga that's a fact when I came home from doing two
He gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said you don't owe me shit just put the city on the map
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it that shit ate my pride
I swear
But maybe that was a sign
Maybe God ain't want me killing them niggas
And doing time
Maybe God wanted me here to kill em' with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know I'm not religious
All I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and it's strictly for my niggas
I might shed a tear listening to this shit
Pop the Spade cork like Machine Gun we did it
Damn, who would've known my crew would've blown
Every verse is verse of the year, shit is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer I couldn't do it alone
Remember that fuck nigga pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck I should've died nigga
I feel like my nigga Dunce Kept me alive nigga
Slack in my face like bruh open your eyes nigga
Shaking my head like fuck that you can't die nigga
Only real shit what I provide nigga
I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes nigga
Now they gotta consider me top five nigga
You hear my shit is you surprised nigga
You know what's funny I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head I seen my face
Like I'm done with this shit
(It's over)
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shit
Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
That Bell's palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same niggas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad and broke
And everything I drop is classic dope
This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
This the realest shit that I wrote
Free the homies behind the wall
Free my niggas inside
All them niggas that died
Rest in peace to my niggas I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor, load your fifth
For the niggas that ride
For your niggas that got hit bagged didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like I'm the realest nigga alive
Since we was kicking doors, four niggas
Divi'n pies
They ain't believe me when I told niggas the city was mines
Now look at me though Buffalo nigga
But did records with Kool G though
Necklace is two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to Cousin Tito
Me and Pat was right there, he took it like a G though
That's a real nigga that's a fact when I came home from doing two
He gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said you don't owe me shit just put the city on the map
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it that shit ate my pride
I swear
But maybe that was a sign
Maybe God ain't want me killing them niggas
And doing time
Maybe God wanted me here to kill em' with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know I'm not religious
All I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and it's strictly for my niggas
I might shed a tear listening to this shit
Pop the Spade cork like Machine Gun we did it
Damn, who would've known my crew would've blown
Every verse is verse of the year, shit is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer I couldn't do it alone
Remember that fuck nigga pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck I should've died nigga
I feel like my nigga Dunce Kept me alive nigga
Slack in my face like bruh open your eyes nigga
Shaking my head like fuck that you can't die nigga
Only real shit what I provide nigga
I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes nigga
Now they gotta consider me top five nigga
You hear my shit is you surprised nigga
You know what's funny I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head I seen my face
Like I'm done with this shit
(It's over)
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shit
Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
That Bell's palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same niggas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad and broke
And everything I drop is classic dope
This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
This the realest shit that I wrote
Judge Dread
Active Member
There's a natural mystic in the earth , that's what they really don't know
Spiritual uprising in di people with a burning glow
confidence in di victory over evil in this Armageddon
It's a cold world di whole world haffi witness Afrikan Redemption!
Pressure Buspipe - Same I ah one
Spiritual uprising in di people with a burning glow
confidence in di victory over evil in this Armageddon
It's a cold world di whole world haffi witness Afrikan Redemption!
Pressure Buspipe - Same I ah one
Knock_Twice
2 Words
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut - fa'sho'
She gonna be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then Now
tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else
She gon' to be with her boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
A bitch a get you kilt that's the way I think,
You can fuck my bitch,
Let me fuck yo bitch,
I'on love that bitch,
I'on trust that bitch
Juvie (on fire)
Whole song just full of game. Song should be taught in school.
She gonna be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then Now
tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else
She gon' to be with her boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
A bitch a get you kilt that's the way I think,
You can fuck my bitch,
Let me fuck yo bitch,
I'on love that bitch,
I'on trust that bitch
Juvie (on fire)
Whole song just full of game. Song should be taught in school.
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