Hip Hop/Rap Lyrics by Underground 2009/12/27 09:40
Here are some of the great Hip-Hop/Rap lyrics ever.If you know any that is worth being added here, put it down.
Here are some of the great Hip-Hop/Rap lyrics ever.If you know any that is worth being added here, put it down.
Underground 2009/12/27 09:43
Pharoahe Monch Hell (feat. Canibus) lyrics
*modem dialing and connecting*
[pharoahe monch]
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights i've been formed to forget
For pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Befo' fondlin female mc's fiercely
Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly
Feel me, for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers
Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!!
To all my niggaz who been shxtted on, let's get it on
Think i'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on
The desk of any redneck record exec
I strike em wit the right hand send em a step
And this is (hell!) this is (hell!)
This is (hell!)9x
This is hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser
A hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right wing extremists
On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penis
Martinez, probably
Just as raw as lady saw esocidae this is (hell!)
This is (hell!)8x
This is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is
[canibus]
Yo yo i feel like i'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers
And i plan to graduate wit honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimer's
Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still
Pharoahe Monch Hell (feat. Canibus) lyrics
*modem dialing and connecting*
[pharoahe monch]
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights i've been formed to forget
For pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Befo' fondlin female mc's fiercely
Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly
Feel me, for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers
Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!!
To all my niggaz who been shxtted on, let's get it on
Think i'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on
The desk of any redneck record exec
I strike em wit the right hand send em a step
And this is (hell!) this is (hell!)
This is (hell!)9x
This is hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser
A hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right wing extremists
On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penis
Martinez, probably
Just as raw as lady saw esocidae this is (hell!)
This is (hell!)8x
This is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is
[canibus]
Yo yo i feel like i'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers
And i plan to graduate wit honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimer's
Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still
Underground 2009/12/27 09:41
Dead Prez - Hip-Hop
Fake Fake Records
1 2, 1 2
1 2, 1 2
All Ma Dawgs
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folkes say it controls your brain
I know betta than that thats game
And we ready for dat two souldjas head of da pack
Madda a fack who got the gat
And where ma army at rather atact and not react
Back the beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
Whether your projects put on hold
In the real world, these just people wit ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disapear
Again the real world
Is bigger than all these fake records
Where po folks got the millions and my womans disrespected
If you check 1 2 my word of advise to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do if that dont work then kick the facks
If you a fighta rida bouta flaymadonna chronic sida
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a lia lia pants on fia wolf cria agent wida
Why im goina know it when i play it
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Who shot biggy smalls if we dont get them they gonna get us all
Im down for runnin on them (blured) in they city hall
We ride for yall all ma dawgs stay real
Dont thank these record deals goina feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got
All yall recods sound the same
Im sick of that fake thug r&b rap scenerio all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, manatamis material
Yall dont hear me tho
These record lables slang our tapes like dope
You could be next in line to sign and still be writin rymes and broke
Youd rather have a lexus or justice
A dream or some substance
A beemer or neclace or freedom
Niggaz like me dont playa hate i just stay awake
Its real hip hop, and it dont stop till we get the police off the block
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
(x5)dps got that crazy shxt we keep it crunk hu john blaze and shxt
Dead Prez - Hip-Hop
Fake Fake Records
1 2, 1 2
1 2, 1 2
All Ma Dawgs
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folkes say it controls your brain
I know betta than that thats game
And we ready for dat two souldjas head of da pack
Madda a fack who got the gat
And where ma army at rather atact and not react
Back the beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
Whether your projects put on hold
In the real world, these just people wit ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disapear
Again the real world
Is bigger than all these fake records
Where po folks got the millions and my womans disrespected
If you check 1 2 my word of advise to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do if that dont work then kick the facks
If you a fighta rida bouta flaymadonna chronic sida
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a lia lia pants on fia wolf cria agent wida
Why im goina know it when i play it
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Who shot biggy smalls if we dont get them they gonna get us all
Im down for runnin on them (blured) in they city hall
We ride for yall all ma dawgs stay real
Dont thank these record deals goina feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got
All yall recods sound the same
Im sick of that fake thug r&b rap scenerio all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, manatamis material
Yall dont hear me tho
These record lables slang our tapes like dope
You could be next in line to sign and still be writin rymes and broke
Youd rather have a lexus or justice
A dream or some substance
A beemer or neclace or freedom
Niggaz like me dont playa hate i just stay awake
Its real hip hop, and it dont stop till we get the police off the block
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
(x5)dps got that crazy shxt we keep it crunk hu john blaze and shxt
Underground 2009/12/27 10:10
Lyrics to Where Brooklyn At :
Biggie Smalls and Tupac
(Biggie)
Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at! we gon do it like this anytime you ready check it.
I got seven mack elevens, about eight thirty eights, nine nines, ten mack tens, the sh*ts never end. You cant touch my riches even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**ches. Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the masion, the yacht, the crew weed spots, the two hot glochs, thats how i got the weed spot. i shot dread in the head, put the bread in the lamb spread. Little gotti got the shotti to ya body, so dont resist or ya might miss Christmas. I tote guns, I make number ones, I give MC's the runs drippin', when I throw my clip in the AK I slay from far away everybody hit the D-E-C-K. My slow flows remarkable peace to Matteo, now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the yayo thats crazy blunts, mad L's my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells oh my gosh im droppin sh*t like a pigeon I hope you listenin' smackin' baby's at they christenin'.
(Tupac) Muthaf**kin Biggie Smalls!
(Kane) What you gonna do with it Tupac?
(Tupac)
Yeah where the muthaf**kin thugs at?
Throw your motherf**kin middle finger
We gonna do this sh*t like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin'
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my n*ggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life muthaf**ka crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest muthaf**ka that you ever saw
Lyrics to Where Brooklyn At :
Biggie Smalls and Tupac
(Biggie)
Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at! we gon do it like this anytime you ready check it.
I got seven mack elevens, about eight thirty eights, nine nines, ten mack tens, the sh*ts never end. You cant touch my riches even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**ches. Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the masion, the yacht, the crew weed spots, the two hot glochs, thats how i got the weed spot. i shot dread in the head, put the bread in the lamb spread. Little gotti got the shotti to ya body, so dont resist or ya might miss Christmas. I tote guns, I make number ones, I give MC's the runs drippin', when I throw my clip in the AK I slay from far away everybody hit the D-E-C-K. My slow flows remarkable peace to Matteo, now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the yayo thats crazy blunts, mad L's my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells oh my gosh im droppin sh*t like a pigeon I hope you listenin' smackin' baby's at they christenin'.
(Tupac) Muthaf**kin Biggie Smalls!
(Kane) What you gonna do with it Tupac?
(Tupac)
Yeah where the muthaf**kin thugs at?
Throw your motherf**kin middle finger
We gonna do this sh*t like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin'
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my n*ggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life muthaf**ka crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest muthaf**ka that you ever saw
Underground 2010/01/04 14:18
Artist: KRS-One
Album: KRS-One
Song: Wannabemceez
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*"
Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC
where glamour and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty
Classical like a German luger
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT
The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, HUH
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
Triplet syllables for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak
Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar
with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
and crack the back of that DJ
I'm strappin and attackin a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G
G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills
We built and killed style and skill
while poetically recriminate you like a child I will
get ill, and switch to earn
Cause I prefer to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it
be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it
Observe me then beat it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York City is too witty
I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter
fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't been to
You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through
Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you
*cause they can't MC*
But what you really sayin
You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing!
Switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?"
?No great area?
Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience
But lyrically there ain't no stoppin
I'm droppin a lot in your noggin
Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin
Carbon, your name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE
Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier
I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me show you slow
your blow, I'm not your foe
Battling me? No no no no no no NO!
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
[Mad Lion]
If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!!
BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah
Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head
Gwan *echoes*
Artist: KRS-One
Album: KRS-One
Song: Wannabemceez
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*"
Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC
where glamour and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty
Classical like a German luger
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT
The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, HUH
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
Triplet syllables for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak
Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar
with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
and crack the back of that DJ
I'm strappin and attackin a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G
G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills
We built and killed style and skill
while poetically recriminate you like a child I will
get ill, and switch to earn
Cause I prefer to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it
be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it
Observe me then beat it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York City is too witty
I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter
fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't been to
You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through
Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you
*cause they can't MC*
But what you really sayin
You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing!
Switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?"
?No great area?
Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience
But lyrically there ain't no stoppin
I'm droppin a lot in your noggin
Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin
Carbon, your name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE
Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier
I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me show you slow
your blow, I'm not your foe
Battling me? No no no no no no NO!
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
[Mad Lion]
If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!!
BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah
Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head
Gwan *echoes*
Underground 2010/01/04 14:14
Artist: KRS-One & Marley Marl
Album: Hip Hop Lives
Song: Hip Hop Lives (I Come Back)
I come back
Every year I get newer
I'm the dust on the moon
I'm the trash in the sewer
Let's go
I come back
Every year I get brighter
If you thinking Hip Hop is alive hold up your lighter
Let's go
I come back
Every year I'm expanding
Talking to developers
About this city we planning, c'mon!
I come back
Through any endeavor
This is Hip Hop
We gone last forever
Hip means to know
It's a form of intelligence
To be hip is to be up-date and relevant
Hop is a form of movement
You can't just observe a hop
You got to hop up and do it
Hip and Hop is more than music
Hip is the knowledge
Hop is the movement
Hip and Hop is intelligent movement
Or relevant movement
We selling the music
So write this down on your black books and journals
Hip Hop culture is eternal
Run and tell all your friends
An ancient civilization has bee born again
It's a fact
I come back
Every year I'm the Strongest
Krs-one, Marley Marl
Yup we last the longest
Let's go
I come back
Cause I'm not in the physical
I create myself man I live in the spiritual
I come back through the cycles of life
If you been here once you gone be here twice
So I tell you
I come back
Cause you must learn too
Hip Hop culture is eternal
Hip Hop (Shan!)
Her Infinite Power
Helping Oppressed People
We are unique and unequaled
Hip Hop
Holy Integrated People
Having Omnipresent Power
The watchman's in the tower of
Hip Hop
Hydrogen Iodine Phosphorous
Hydrogen Oxygen Phosphorous
That's called
Hip Hop
The response of cosmic consciousness
To our condition as
Hip Hop
We gotta think about the children we bringing up
When Hip and Hop means intelligence springing up
We singing what?
Sickness Hatred Ignorance and Poverty
Or Health Love Awareness and Wealth
Follow me
I come back
Every year I get newer
I'm the dust on the moon
I'm the trash in the sewer
That's right
I come back
Every year I get brighter
If you think Hip Hop is alive hold up your lighter
Let's go
I come back
Every year I'm expanding
Talking to developers
About this city we planning, uhuh!
I come back
Through any endeavor
This Hip Hop
We gone last forever
We will be here forever
We will still be here forever
Get what I'm saying
Forever
Marley!
Repeat
I come back
Every year I get newer
That's That
That's That
Artist: KRS-One & Marley Marl
Album: Hip Hop Lives
Song: Hip Hop Lives (I Come Back)
I come back
Every year I get newer
I'm the dust on the moon
I'm the trash in the sewer
Let's go
I come back
Every year I get brighter
If you thinking Hip Hop is alive hold up your lighter
Let's go
I come back
Every year I'm expanding
Talking to developers
About this city we planning, c'mon!
I come back
Through any endeavor
This is Hip Hop
We gone last forever
Hip means to know
It's a form of intelligence
To be hip is to be up-date and relevant
Hop is a form of movement
You can't just observe a hop
You got to hop up and do it
Hip and Hop is more than music
Hip is the knowledge
Hop is the movement
Hip and Hop is intelligent movement
Or relevant movement
We selling the music
So write this down on your black books and journals
Hip Hop culture is eternal
Run and tell all your friends
An ancient civilization has bee born again
It's a fact
I come back
Every year I'm the Strongest
Krs-one, Marley Marl
Yup we last the longest
Let's go
I come back
Cause I'm not in the physical
I create myself man I live in the spiritual
I come back through the cycles of life
If you been here once you gone be here twice
So I tell you
I come back
Cause you must learn too
Hip Hop culture is eternal
Hip Hop (Shan!)
Her Infinite Power
Helping Oppressed People
We are unique and unequaled
Hip Hop
Holy Integrated People
Having Omnipresent Power
The watchman's in the tower of
Hip Hop
Hydrogen Iodine Phosphorous
Hydrogen Oxygen Phosphorous
That's called
Hip Hop
The response of cosmic consciousness
To our condition as
Hip Hop
We gotta think about the children we bringing up
When Hip and Hop means intelligence springing up
We singing what?
Sickness Hatred Ignorance and Poverty
Or Health Love Awareness and Wealth
Follow me
I come back
Every year I get newer
I'm the dust on the moon
I'm the trash in the sewer
That's right
I come back
Every year I get brighter
If you think Hip Hop is alive hold up your lighter
Let's go
I come back
Every year I'm expanding
Talking to developers
About this city we planning, uhuh!
I come back
Through any endeavor
This Hip Hop
We gone last forever
We will be here forever
We will still be here forever
Get what I'm saying
Forever
Marley!
Repeat
I come back
Every year I get newer
That's That
That's That
Underground 2010/01/04 14:10
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: The W
Song: Gravel Pit
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...
[HOOK: Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
[Meth]
Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killer bees blackwatch (blackwatch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BRBRR!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]
[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms
[Meth]
And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight, master your high...]
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen
[Meth over hook]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
[Ghostface]
E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shxt I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old
[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shxt right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
[U-God]
Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the teks and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shxt...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shxt
[Meth over hook to end]
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: The W
Song: Gravel Pit
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...
[HOOK: Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
[Meth]
Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killer bees blackwatch (blackwatch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BRBRR!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]
[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms
[Meth]
And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight, master your high...]
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen
[Meth over hook]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
[Ghostface]
E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shxt I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old
[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shxt right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
[U-God]
Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the teks and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shxt...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shxt
[Meth over hook to end]
Underground 2010/01/04 14:06
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Song: C.R.E.A.M.
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shxt]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
KnowhatI'msayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly shxt out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shxt, yo!
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch
POW! Move from the gate now
Chorus: Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
Verse Two: Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shxt is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Outro:
Chorus -- 4X
Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Cuz we can't just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
Chorus -- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Song: C.R.E.A.M.
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shxt]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
KnowhatI'msayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly shxt out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shxt, yo!
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch
POW! Move from the gate now
Chorus: Method Man
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
Verse Two: Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shxt is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Outro:
Chorus -- 4X
Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Cuz we can't just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
Chorus -- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH
Underground 2010/01/04 14:04
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: Iron Flag
Song: Rules
[RZA]
All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes
{*scratched samples*}
"Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon
"Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost
"We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck
"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man
[Ghostface Killah]
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shxt over my hood and get blown to bits!
No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!
[Inspectah Deck]
Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball
Role call where my niggaz that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu
[Masta Killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
[StreetLife]
How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430
That shxt that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[Method Man]
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shxttin?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin
Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"
[Method Man]
It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..
[Chorus]
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: Iron Flag
Song: Rules
[RZA]
All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes
{*scratched samples*}
"Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon
"Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost
"We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin"
"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck
"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man
[Ghostface Killah]
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shxt over my hood and get blown to bits!
No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead
America, together we stand, divided we fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!
[Inspectah Deck]
Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball
Role call where my niggaz that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin you pure ecstasy without pills
[Chorus: Method Man]
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu
[Masta Killa]
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz
Yo wonderful, spark the blillz
Let me build with the people for the mills
I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
[StreetLife]
How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef]
Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo
We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink
Daddy everybody get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday
Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430
That shxt that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo
[Method Man]
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shxttin?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin
Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin
Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
"Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth
"Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang"
[Method Man]
It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang
Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is..
[Chorus]
Underground 2009/12/27 10:15
Lyrics to Fuck What You Think :
(featuring 9th Prince, Islord)
[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
[Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital]
It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black silhouette
of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to your family tree, timber
Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys
Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin
The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin
I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a female
CEO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insght like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior material
Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats venereal
injections, lethal injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Struggled for charisma, yo
[Chorus]
[Islord]
Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majorly once the God slides in
on the scene, love-love in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice
in this rap market from Now Y all the way to England
cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions
That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes
Faster than the rate of the Earth travel
Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less
than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
golden suitcases, slitted across the table
to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight
[9th Prince/Madman]
Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, halftone dark Indian
9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal
Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual
English grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Word up, Fuck what you think
Word up, yo
*beepin sound to fade*
Lyrics to Fuck What You Think :
(featuring 9th Prince, Islord)
[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
[Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital]
It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black silhouette
of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to your family tree, timber
Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys
Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin
The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin
I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a female
CEO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insght like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior material
Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats venereal
injections, lethal injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Struggled for charisma, yo
[Chorus]
[Islord]
Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majorly once the God slides in
on the scene, love-love in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice
in this rap market from Now Y all the way to England
cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions
That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes
Faster than the rate of the Earth travel
Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less
than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
golden suitcases, slitted across the table
to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight
[9th Prince/Madman]
Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, halftone dark Indian
9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal
Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual
English grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Word up, Fuck what you think
Word up, yo
*beepin sound to fade*
Shaev7 2010/04/03 14:23
"Off The Wall"
(feat. Redman)
[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
[Eminem]
I'm almost as famous as fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Musketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Gotta have it, I hold Tylenol in his hands
'til it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visit the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol whipped with a Mauseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shxt
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shxts
If I get too rich, I just get sued
[Redman]
Yo, I leave with no injure, after I blow four in you
One handstand on top of your ninja
Crash it, (ERRRR) Doc stir the madness
'til you all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
America's most with the army after us
Fuck flossing, we take what's yours
A low fifteen like a ace in four
I'm outta work, but Doc laid them off
(shxt, the power's out)
The tape is off
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Betty you with a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'm gonna do
'Cause that what white boy Tano do
[Eminem]
So how is everybody doing tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
'Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!!
[Redman]
Yo, so how is everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
'Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump... Off the Wall!!
[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
[Redman]
Yo, you could buy Jaz spittin', hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, got Marshall Maths [printing]
Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it
I'm "What's happening?" with no "Rerun"
Doc Rob "Deniro" when the "Heat" come
My barrel hang out the Camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes it's hard to breathe from
Flash the gat, your town, bogardin'
Your wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M & M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them
[Eminem]
It's like, Funk Doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box [uh]
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank God for Vodka
'Cause with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a tan tinted Sedan
He pull your mouth out 'til you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam
'til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplifted a mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma, maybe I'll give you a call
Sike you fucking bitch, suck a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my job descript'
which is to piss bitches and priest off with this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But you all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
'Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor
[Redman]
So how is everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!
[Eminem]
So how's everybody doing tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!
[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
No matter... oh
"Off The Wall"
(feat. Redman)
[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
[Eminem]
I'm almost as famous as fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Musketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Gotta have it, I hold Tylenol in his hands
'til it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visit the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol whipped with a Mauseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shxt
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shxts
If I get too rich, I just get sued
[Redman]
Yo, I leave with no injure, after I blow four in you
One handstand on top of your ninja
Crash it, (ERRRR) Doc stir the madness
'til you all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
America's most with the army after us
Fuck flossing, we take what's yours
A low fifteen like a ace in four
I'm outta work, but Doc laid them off
(shxt, the power's out)
The tape is off
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Betty you with a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'm gonna do
'Cause that what white boy Tano do
[Eminem]
So how is everybody doing tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
'Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!!
[Redman]
Yo, so how is everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
'Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump... Off the Wall!!
[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
[Redman]
Yo, you could buy Jaz spittin', hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, got Marshall Maths [printing]
Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it
I'm "What's happening?" with no "Rerun"
Doc Rob "Deniro" when the "Heat" come
My barrel hang out the Camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes it's hard to breathe from
Flash the gat, your town, bogardin'
Your wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M & M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them
[Eminem]
It's like, Funk Doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box [uh]
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank God for Vodka
'Cause with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a tan tinted Sedan
He pull your mouth out 'til you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam
'til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplifted a mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma, maybe I'll give you a call
Sike you fucking bitch, suck a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my job descript'
which is to piss bitches and priest off with this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But you all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
'Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor
[Redman]
So how is everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!
[Eminem]
So how's everybody doing tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!
[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
No matter what people say
I'm gonna keep doing my thing
No matter... oh
Underground 2010/01/04 14:23
Artist: Xzibit
Album: At the Speed of Life
Song: Paparazzi
[Intro]
1996, the dysfunctional member, of the Alkaholik family
It's Xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this
[Verse One]
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versatile with million dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin up
The niggaz that was real and the niggaz that was scared as fuck
that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigger talk, you ain't killin shxt
It's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy Woof tickets
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seen like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the Likwid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Always claimin that they're ridin but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense; either you a soldier from the start
or a actor with a record deal tryin to play the part, like that
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame (Extra large!)
It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame - Paparazzi
[Verse Two]
I don't need no lights, no cameras, just action goddammit
Never no superstar, I'm more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
Emergin from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Tryin to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
and that's deep, how deep? It's deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous, big bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, vandalous, yo, not to be trusted
So how the fuck is you hard not bein scarred by the boulevard?
I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin motherfucker
Flowin' like liquid, soak it in motherfucker
I'm breakin' it down, my sound, surrounds like, death
From the West, puttin' whole counties to the test
It's all in perspective, breaker one-nine copy
This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
NiggaZ smoke stress and cross dress, but I just play the back
Others goin through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract
Real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mill' before I had a record deal
Therefore you look and stare like it's magic
But too much of anything can make you a addict
When devils be startin static, break out the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
Who dares to cross this path? Yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a bloodbath
So on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
Smoke a blunts with, I dispose of yo' punk shxt (oo-OOOOH!)
And keep it all in perspective, carbon copies
Gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Once again, it's the Likwidation Crew
And we return, for you like this
[Chorus]
It's a shame
Artist: Xzibit
Album: At the Speed of Life
Song: Paparazzi
[Intro]
1996, the dysfunctional member, of the Alkaholik family
It's Xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this
[Verse One]
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versatile with million dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin up
The niggaz that was real and the niggaz that was scared as fuck
that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigger talk, you ain't killin shxt
It's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy Woof tickets
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seen like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the Likwid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Always claimin that they're ridin but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense; either you a soldier from the start
or a actor with a record deal tryin to play the part, like that
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame (Extra large!)
It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame - Paparazzi
[Verse Two]
I don't need no lights, no cameras, just action goddammit
Never no superstar, I'm more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
Emergin from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Tryin to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
and that's deep, how deep? It's deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous, big bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, vandalous, yo, not to be trusted
So how the fuck is you hard not bein scarred by the boulevard?
I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin motherfucker
Flowin' like liquid, soak it in motherfucker
I'm breakin' it down, my sound, surrounds like, death
From the West, puttin' whole counties to the test
It's all in perspective, breaker one-nine copy
This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
NiggaZ smoke stress and cross dress, but I just play the back
Others goin through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract
Real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mill' before I had a record deal
Therefore you look and stare like it's magic
But too much of anything can make you a addict
When devils be startin static, break out the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
Who dares to cross this path? Yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a bloodbath
So on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
Smoke a blunts with, I dispose of yo' punk shxt (oo-OOOOH!)
And keep it all in perspective, carbon copies
Gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Once again, it's the Likwidation Crew
And we return, for you like this
[Chorus]
It's a shame
Underground 2010/01/04 13:54
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Song: Neighborhood Watch
[Intro: Evidence] + (Iriscience)
The neighborhood watch (Is jewels and spots)
It's mine and yours (Let's guard the block)
This ain't the cops (It's the neighborhood watch)
It's mine and yours
[Verse 1: Evidence]
When I was young the neighborhood watched
Us get down on a cardboard box in vacant lots
Well down on Venice Beach, you had to jet before dark
The freaks come out at night to spark
Write with my right, bat with my left hand
Hearing of a blind cat, vision of a deaf man
Breath through my eyelids, my flow keeps my teeth white
Half B-boy, half Z-boy, the street lights watch
The neighborhood watch it is jewels and spots
It's mine and yours, Let's guard the block
This ain't the cops, It's the neighborhood watch
It's mine and yours, Let's guard the block
[Verse 2: Iriscience]
Watch your colours and watch your slang
Watch how your fingers twist and change
Alot of cats out here ain't playin'
Alot of cats here still can't bang
Me? I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminding me I should rhyme
And not floss but invest in mine
And hope it never comes to the best in nine
But hey, the neighborhood watch guard the block
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
It ain't gon' stop, it's the neighborhood watch
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
[Hook: scratched by DJ Babu]
Neighborhood watch (x4)
[Evidence]
Protect your own, protect your home
Respect the hustle and set the tone
Entertain but drop gems mostly
Like, don't covet your neighbour but watch him closely
[Iriscience]
Closed circuit, checking the street
Between blessing the beat and stressing to eat
Between my first breath and resting in peace
Between keeping the peace and arresting police
[Evidence]
The eyes have it, once again it's your Peoples
Blacked out your tinted windows, we still see you
The streets is breathing, the streets is watching
The streets start trends and end them - be cautious
[Iriscience]
Black Panthers, Brown Berets
We watched the watchers and found a way
I see it all like a fly on the wall
And thats real gay, so keep your eye on the ball
[Evidence]
The neighborhood watch is jewels and spots
It's mine and yours, let's guard the block
This ain't the cops, It's the neighborhood watch
It's mine and yours, let's guard the block
[Iriscience]
The neighborhood watch, guard the block
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
It ain't gon' stop, it's the neighborhood watch
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
[Outro: Scratched by DJ Babu]
Neighborhood watch (x 7)
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Song: Neighborhood Watch
[Intro: Evidence] + (Iriscience)
The neighborhood watch (Is jewels and spots)
It's mine and yours (Let's guard the block)
This ain't the cops (It's the neighborhood watch)
It's mine and yours
[Verse 1: Evidence]
When I was young the neighborhood watched
Us get down on a cardboard box in vacant lots
Well down on Venice Beach, you had to jet before dark
The freaks come out at night to spark
Write with my right, bat with my left hand
Hearing of a blind cat, vision of a deaf man
Breath through my eyelids, my flow keeps my teeth white
Half B-boy, half Z-boy, the street lights watch
The neighborhood watch it is jewels and spots
It's mine and yours, Let's guard the block
This ain't the cops, It's the neighborhood watch
It's mine and yours, Let's guard the block
[Verse 2: Iriscience]
Watch your colours and watch your slang
Watch how your fingers twist and change
Alot of cats out here ain't playin'
Alot of cats here still can't bang
Me? I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminding me I should rhyme
And not floss but invest in mine
And hope it never comes to the best in nine
But hey, the neighborhood watch guard the block
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
It ain't gon' stop, it's the neighborhood watch
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
[Hook: scratched by DJ Babu]
Neighborhood watch (x4)
[Evidence]
Protect your own, protect your home
Respect the hustle and set the tone
Entertain but drop gems mostly
Like, don't covet your neighbour but watch him closely
[Iriscience]
Closed circuit, checking the street
Between blessing the beat and stressing to eat
Between my first breath and resting in peace
Between keeping the peace and arresting police
[Evidence]
The eyes have it, once again it's your Peoples
Blacked out your tinted windows, we still see you
The streets is breathing, the streets is watching
The streets start trends and end them - be cautious
[Iriscience]
Black Panthers, Brown Berets
We watched the watchers and found a way
I see it all like a fly on the wall
And thats real gay, so keep your eye on the ball
[Evidence]
The neighborhood watch is jewels and spots
It's mine and yours, let's guard the block
This ain't the cops, It's the neighborhood watch
It's mine and yours, let's guard the block
[Iriscience]
The neighborhood watch, guard the block
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
It ain't gon' stop, it's the neighborhood watch
Watch for criminals and watch for cops
[Outro: Scratched by DJ Babu]
Neighborhood watch (x 7)
Underground 2010/01/04 14:20
Artist: Xzibit f/ KRS-One
Album: Restless
Song: Kenny Parker Show 2001
[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit]
Well it's me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shxt I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shxt, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
Rockin L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shxt and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me
Why? Well that's my secret baby
I don't take shxt, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids
Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your mentor
History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don't know
or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped
[KRS-One]
Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!
I don't think they understand this shxt!
Break this shxt over they backs!
[Xzibit]
I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in creation
All you assholes in ANY occupation
Like rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshxt, the game is over
when you push the record but don't push the culture
[KRS-One]
Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin
Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!
[Xzibit]
Just throw your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stop
Yeah..
[KRS-One]
Woop woop, woop, woop woop!
You know what time it is
Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the street
Xzibit, turn it up..
Artist: Xzibit f/ KRS-One
Album: Restless
Song: Kenny Parker Show 2001
[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit]
Well it's me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shxt I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shxt, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
Rockin L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shxt and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me
Why? Well that's my secret baby
I don't take shxt, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it's a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids
Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your mentor
History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don't know
or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped
[KRS-One]
Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!
I don't think they understand this shxt!
Break this shxt over they backs!
[Xzibit]
I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak
but when you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth
The light comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in creation
All you assholes in ANY occupation
Like rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather
gather together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshxt, the game is over
when you push the record but don't push the culture
[KRS-One]
Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin
Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!
[Xzibit]
Just throw your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stop
Yeah..
[KRS-One]
Woop woop, woop, woop woop!
You know what time it is
Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the street
Xzibit, turn it up..
Underground 2010/01/04 13:57
Artist: Dilated Peoples f/ Guru
Album: Expansion Team
Song: Worst Comes to Worst
(Babu mixing)
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst...come.....to worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst come...to...worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Evidence talking)
Yeah
It's goin down y'all
That's Babu
Yo, some people got good friends, at night I live my life right
Intense, on the edge
On the wild, I'm from the group where friction leads to fire
Stack your bricks, the time is take your pick
Do or don't, the track - Alchemist
My life is good, I got my peeps in the mix, so...
"Worst come to worst my people come first"
(Iriscience)
I got worldwide family all over the earth
And I worry 'bout 'em all for whatever it's worth
From the birth to the hearse, the streets, the guns burst
Words I disperse are here to free minds
And if mine are needy I need to feed mine
"When worst come to worst..."
(Evidence)
Set up shop and write a verse
Actually (what?), that's best come to best
My lyrics take care of me, they therapy
Get shxt off my chest
Extra stress, three-four over the score
Different patterns of rhymin prepare me for war
So next time you see us we'll be deadly on tour
(Babu mixing)
"Oh, when you need me"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Guru talking)
Word up, if worst comes to worst, I make whole crews disperse
You know it's family first
Gifted Unlimited with Dilated Peoples
Babu, Evidence, Iriscience
And a shout out to my man Alchemist on the trizzack
"Oh, when you need me"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Iriscience)
I'm a glutton for the truth, even though truth hurts
I've studied with my peoples on streets and in church
We make it hard when we go on first
Long road, honor of the samurai code
These California streets ain't paved with gold
Worst comes to worst
"Worst come to worst my people come first"
(Evidence)
Uh, I got them back, at the end of the day
We could go our seperate ways but the songs remains, it won't change
Got my target locked at range
I might switch gears but first I switch lanes
Without my people I got nothin to gain
That's why...
"Worst come to worst my people come first"
(Iriscience)
Special victims unit, catalyst for movement
Creates to devastate, since '84 show improvement
Definitely Dilated Peoples comes first
Cross-trainin spar, we raise the bar
And we put it in your ear no matter who you are
(Babu mixing)
"Oh, when you need me"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst....come...worst my peoples come first"
"Worst...worst....worst....come to worst my peoples come first"
"...my..my...my peoples come first
"Oh, when you need me"
Artist: Dilated Peoples f/ Guru
Album: Expansion Team
Song: Worst Comes to Worst
(Babu mixing)
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst...come.....to worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst come...to...worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Evidence talking)
Yeah
It's goin down y'all
That's Babu
Yo, some people got good friends, at night I live my life right
Intense, on the edge
On the wild, I'm from the group where friction leads to fire
Stack your bricks, the time is take your pick
Do or don't, the track - Alchemist
My life is good, I got my peeps in the mix, so...
"Worst come to worst my people come first"
(Iriscience)
I got worldwide family all over the earth
And I worry 'bout 'em all for whatever it's worth
From the birth to the hearse, the streets, the guns burst
Words I disperse are here to free minds
And if mine are needy I need to feed mine
"When worst come to worst..."
(Evidence)
Set up shop and write a verse
Actually (what?), that's best come to best
My lyrics take care of me, they therapy
Get shxt off my chest
Extra stress, three-four over the score
Different patterns of rhymin prepare me for war
So next time you see us we'll be deadly on tour
(Babu mixing)
"Oh, when you need me"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Guru talking)
Word up, if worst comes to worst, I make whole crews disperse
You know it's family first
Gifted Unlimited with Dilated Peoples
Babu, Evidence, Iriscience
And a shout out to my man Alchemist on the trizzack
"Oh, when you need me"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Iriscience)
I'm a glutton for the truth, even though truth hurts
I've studied with my peoples on streets and in church
We make it hard when we go on first
Long road, honor of the samurai code
These California streets ain't paved with gold
Worst comes to worst
"Worst come to worst my people come first"
(Evidence)
Uh, I got them back, at the end of the day
We could go our seperate ways but the songs remains, it won't change
Got my target locked at range
I might switch gears but first I switch lanes
Without my people I got nothin to gain
That's why...
"Worst come to worst my people come first"
(Iriscience)
Special victims unit, catalyst for movement
Creates to devastate, since '84 show improvement
Definitely Dilated Peoples comes first
Cross-trainin spar, we raise the bar
And we put it in your ear no matter who you are
(Babu mixing)
"Oh, when you need me"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst....come...worst my peoples come first"
"Worst...worst....worst....come to worst my peoples come first"
"...my..my...my peoples come first
"Oh, when you need me"
Elfuego 2010/01/02 12:33
2PAC THUG LUV FT. BONE THUGS N HARMONY
2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shxt from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a fuck where you lay at nigga
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas
[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and r.i.p (rip) with Thug Luv
[2Pac]
they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shxt for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it
[Bizzy]
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly by that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson
you brought me
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem
niggas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over
cleveland
[2Pac]
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
(Bizzy in background) He's alive, he's alive, he's alive, he's alive.
put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas
and slug it out or do this like punks and punk it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill me thug life
baby
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they
see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world niggas kill you in your sleep watch me
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me
[Layzie]
Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt
F**kin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya
So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War
Putting niggas on the floor
when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us
trying to put a twist in this thugsta
era Paired up with a nigga like Pac
and a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky
but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry
So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century
[Krayzie]
Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit
the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don't want to get to f**kin with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah
A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
so get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised
[Wish]
Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas
you gots to die(it's only right)
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking
fuckin domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but
thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around
my way
Give it to 'em on another level nigga
get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg you can fled
but still gone bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
cause we out ridin looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone
[Bizzy]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac can r.i.p (rip) with Thug Luv
2PAC THUG LUV FT. BONE THUGS N HARMONY
2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shxt from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a fuck where you lay at nigga
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas
[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and r.i.p (rip) with Thug Luv
[2Pac]
they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shxt for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it
[Bizzy]
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly by that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson
you brought me
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem
niggas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over
cleveland
[2Pac]
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
(Bizzy in background) He's alive, he's alive, he's alive, he's alive.
put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas
and slug it out or do this like punks and punk it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill me thug life
baby
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they
see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world niggas kill you in your sleep watch me
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me
[Layzie]
Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt
F**kin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya
So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War
Putting niggas on the floor
when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us
trying to put a twist in this thugsta
era Paired up with a nigga like Pac
and a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky
but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry
So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century
[Krayzie]
Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit
the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don't want to get to f**kin with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah
A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
so get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised
[Wish]
Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas
you gots to die(it's only right)
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking
fuckin domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but
thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around
my way
Give it to 'em on another level nigga
get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg you can fled
but still gone bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
cause we out ridin looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone
[Bizzy]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac can r.i.p (rip) with Thug Luv
Underground 2010/01/04 14:24
Artist: Xzibit
Album: Restless
Song: Front 2 Back
[Xzibit - repeat 3X]
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho'
Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go
Actin like you've never seen a dick befo'
All these bitches in here
[Xzibit]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck
Stickin 'em up at point blank range
They say the more things change, they stayin the same
I can't complain
Type of shxt that make you wish you was dead
Make you bite the curb, and stomp down on the back of your head
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract bitches like flies to shxt
Pop pills and ride the dick
Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire
Bangin shxt over the fence with Rocwilder
Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even
killin they own, let it be known, it's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
It ain't safe where I'm from
Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome
Rather be caught with it than caught without one
Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own
[Xzibit]
I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head
Now print this in your industry books
If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to back, side to side
Natural born killers never let shxt slide
Never rely on the next man to swing for you
A rock and a hard place, duck between the two
And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted
You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin
It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat
I'd rather bam to your face with a bat
You get tied down to the tracks
Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back
This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact
and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?
[Chorus 1/2]
[Xzibit - repeat 2X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho'
Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go
Actin like you've never seen a dick befo'
All these bitches in here
Artist: Xzibit
Album: Restless
Song: Front 2 Back
[Xzibit - repeat 3X]
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho'
Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go
Actin like you've never seen a dick befo'
All these bitches in here
[Xzibit]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck
Stickin 'em up at point blank range
They say the more things change, they stayin the same
I can't complain
Type of shxt that make you wish you was dead
Make you bite the curb, and stomp down on the back of your head
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract bitches like flies to shxt
Pop pills and ride the dick
Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire
Bangin shxt over the fence with Rocwilder
Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even
killin they own, let it be known, it's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
It ain't safe where I'm from
Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome
Rather be caught with it than caught without one
Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own
[Xzibit]
I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head
Now print this in your industry books
If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to back, side to side
Natural born killers never let shxt slide
Never rely on the next man to swing for you
A rock and a hard place, duck between the two
And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted
You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin
It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat
I'd rather bam to your face with a bat
You get tied down to the tracks
Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back
This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact
and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?
[Chorus 1/2]
[Xzibit - repeat 2X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho'
Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go
Actin like you've never seen a dick befo'
All these bitches in here
Underground 2010/01/10 17:00
Artist: The Lady Of Rage f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg
Album: Above The Rim Soundtrack
Song: Afro Puffs
Chorus: repeat 2X
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self
Verse One: The Lady of Rage
I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must
It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust
So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap
Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin shxt with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate
Check it how I rock it
I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo
to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh
The capital R-A now take it to the G-E
I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me
I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style
For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child
No need to say mo', check the flow
Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know
Chorus
Verse Two: The Lady of Rage
Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like ("Hoo - yu - ken!" ) *Street Fighter sound*
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed
So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks
So put your money on the bread winner
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners
I got the tongue that is outdone anyone
from the rising to the setting of the sun
or the moon, I consume the room with doom
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM
BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM!
I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks
get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk
of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em
Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah
I put that on my unborn kids
Rage in effect so you know how it is
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: The Lady of Rage
Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you
flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
Ohh shxt, I'm the shxt!
You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie
I pi-ty the fool, that gets
with the lyrical murderer cause my shxt is rude (OOOH!)
You wanna get with the wickedness? With that
big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason
You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy
are you ready for the cream de la creme?
I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up
I keep competitors stuck
in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up
like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real
That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA
(So what you gotta say?)
Chorus 2X
Huhh
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
(repeat 4X)
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest
I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!)
Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'
The indo blow and the grass grow
Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe
But you gotta give credit when credit is due
Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl
The Lady Of Rage
She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
Handcuffed and she busts
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shxt up
Y'know what I'm sayin?
Artist: The Lady Of Rage f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg
Album: Above The Rim Soundtrack
Song: Afro Puffs
Chorus: repeat 2X
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self
Verse One: The Lady of Rage
I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must
It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust
So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap
Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin shxt with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate
Check it how I rock it
I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo
to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh
The capital R-A now take it to the G-E
I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me
I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style
For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child
No need to say mo', check the flow
Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know
Chorus
Verse Two: The Lady of Rage
Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like ("Hoo - yu - ken!" ) *Street Fighter sound*
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed
So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks
So put your money on the bread winner
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners
I got the tongue that is outdone anyone
from the rising to the setting of the sun
or the moon, I consume the room with doom
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM
BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM!
I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks
get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk
of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em
Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah
I put that on my unborn kids
Rage in effect so you know how it is
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: The Lady of Rage
Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you
flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
Ohh shxt, I'm the shxt!
You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie
I pi-ty the fool, that gets
with the lyrical murderer cause my shxt is rude (OOOH!)
You wanna get with the wickedness? With that
big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason
You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy
are you ready for the cream de la creme?
I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up
I keep competitors stuck
in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up
like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real
That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA
(So what you gotta say?)
Chorus 2X
Huhh
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
(repeat 4X)
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest
I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!)
Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'
The indo blow and the grass grow
Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe
But you gotta give credit when credit is due
Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl
The Lady Of Rage
She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
Handcuffed and she busts
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shxt up
Y'know what I'm sayin?
Underground 2010/01/10 17:10
Artist: Nas
Album: Nastradamus
Song: Nastradamus
[Nas]
Uh, 2000 G
Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that
You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat
Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em
Century 21 solar eclipse
While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc
Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet
QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps
Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto
Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
Pop bottles with those who left here
The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years
The aim for the head and chest years
What's your name? Make your name known
For the next year's, better rep, yeah
1- Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
I let y'all niggas bang my shxt before Saddam hits
The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is
I was the first one on that Don shxt
First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shxt
Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail
Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills
Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, I chill
Leave streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech
Uh
Repeat 1
Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne
We gon' rep it the best that we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend
And they don't understand how you see over from heaven
But that's another level, brethren
Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's
We do squeeze, thought it's not right
But that's the zone that we left in
Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches
Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless
Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes
And we all roll dice, for each other's ice
And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys?
But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm...
Repeat 1
Ill Will
Nastrodamus
New LP for the 2G
Uh
Bravehearts
Nation
Big Things
Lucciano
Oh, the Lord again
M-O-B-B Deep
Zaire
Jungle
Raise hope
Artist: Nas
Album: Nastradamus
Song: Nastradamus
[Nas]
Uh, 2000 G
Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that
You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat
Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em
Century 21 solar eclipse
While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc
Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet
QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps
Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto
Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
Pop bottles with those who left here
The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years
The aim for the head and chest years
What's your name? Make your name known
For the next year's, better rep, yeah
1- Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
I let y'all niggas bang my shxt before Saddam hits
The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is
I was the first one on that Don shxt
First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shxt
Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail
Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills
Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, I chill
Leave streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech
Uh
Repeat 1
Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne
We gon' rep it the best that we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend
And they don't understand how you see over from heaven
But that's another level, brethren
Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's
We do squeeze, thought it's not right
But that's the zone that we left in
Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches
Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless
Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes
And we all roll dice, for each other's ice
And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys?
But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm...
Repeat 1
Ill Will
Nastrodamus
New LP for the 2G
Uh
Bravehearts
Nation
Big Things
Lucciano
Oh, the Lord again
M-O-B-B Deep
Zaire
Jungle
Raise hope
#49 Rap BattleZ
Engage in lyrical battles with other 2wap rappers. Not for the easily-offended.
Engage in lyrical battles with other 2wap rappers. Not for the easily-offended.