Artist: Nas f/ Olu Dara Album: Street's Disciple Song: Bridging the Gap *Nas talking* "The light is there." [Intro: Olu Dara singing] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive [Verse 1: Nas] Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey -- Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel 'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! [Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff 'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up 'Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child 'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man The great-greatest man alive [Verse 3: Nas] Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara singing] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles

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ARTIST: EMINEM feat MASTA ACE AND J BLACK.. SONG TITLE: HELLBOUND...~{Announcer~ Welcome back, to the stage of history ~{Eminem~ Yo.. Slim Shady! Yo... I Fuckin' I... I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X) I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down ~{J-Black~ Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, fuck the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just to rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my trey very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shxt while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Northface Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? Chorus 1/2 ~{Announcer~ Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! ~{Masta Ace~ Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest and my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shxt so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shxt go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care Chorus {J-Black But every time I take a step, it gets dim.. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha.. {Announcer Time's up!YOU LOSE!

EMINEM LYRICS "Infinite" Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know shxt about this For the 9-6 [Verse 1:] Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind into you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm Infinite [Chorus:] You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite [Verse 2:] Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands My coil hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the only one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite [Chorus:] You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite [Verse 3:] Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shxt that represents the M-O So I'm assuming all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is specialer, My skill is intergalactical I get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tact full track your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam Plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit... I'm Infinite [Chorus:] You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite

"313" (feat. Eye-Kyu) [Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see [Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it So I take it that's the reason I'm hated To represent my temperment If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so) Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shxt down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have that You want your shxt to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shxt to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshxt and flow Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know [Chorus: Eminem] So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see [Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see [Verse 2: Eminem] So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't know shxt so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory It's either them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shxtty If he's acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack [Chorus: Eye-Kyu] So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become

"Just Rhymin Wit Proof" (feat. Proof of D-12) [Eminem] Are we supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town [Proof] ....Then You get done up in chalk Yo.... [Eminem] We ready...we ready .. we ready.. we ready ? Ready to hold it steady....Speakin of hold it steady.... You can hold my nuts steady and then.... I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl... If you're a girl then you're my world...And I will kill anybody... That means... you, her or him It doesnt matter cuz I'm Eminem And I'm Slim...I'm also slim and your future's Whim [Proof] Ha ha....don't stop D-12 y'all...yea we bust it off the top We get in that ass Preparation-H style Knock more boots than that group H-Town (Booo!) Everybody tryina tell us to wait now You look dumb as fuck...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this... Wassup to Bizzare Kid Targets get hit and liftoff Here it is we bout to rip off Lick shots...no time...we gettin dick snot Emzy... [Eminem] Speakin of lift off.... I'm blastin off...your ass is soft...so I'm startin to jack off Cuz I'm so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley... The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly Couldnt remember it cuz I was Infinite And I met ken Kaniff in Connecticut He said his predicits and pronouns and wanted to throw down And he said oAUI like youoAY...and then he walked up and said oAU let me snake bite youoAY And I said hell no...kicked him with my shell toe... Gave him a elbow...Ayo Proof ...go.... [Proof] Yo it's the D to the 1 - 2 What you wanna get done to... Your chest plate...eradicate Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is... Freestyle...no need to write shxt...cuz when we write shxt Y'all like to bite shxt...that why street light up when we write stuff It's time to be the champions at this...it's D-12 1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big proof Knockin over Igloos in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator It's time to get down one time for those that dont know us Girls wanna blow us like Monica....Lewinsky Come against me... [Eminem] Go and see I'm an invincible Mc If you dont believe it then you wanna try to convince me That you're doper than me...which we'll hope You would hope to be....but hopefully I will rock globaly And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side... Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries And still missed it I got a fuckin mental illness a gentle stillness... Violence...complete silence is what I need in the room while I freestyle What I need is to do...what is need is smoke weed and brew And......smoke brew ? You don't smoke brew... If you do I'll choke you and then I garauntee I'll out smoke you You're crew's a joke too and i can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you.... [Proof] Stick it in there....rock with my cock on sky rock Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock) Get..(get) yeah we come to rock....(it) So don't get in the way cuz we gon drop....(shxt) Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op....(tic)....(tock) We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come to rock The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now it's 2pac Get back to that one...here goes the rhyme that you dropped... [Eminem] The rhyme that I dropped is stickin up IHOP In high tops and walking around like a one eyed Cyclops And you can't see me....I only got one eye and I can still see you You can even give it a dumb try...If you're a dumb guy then come try this But I rock the microphone with my flyness So get off my jock..get of my cock..when I sky rock ...it in sky rock..shxt...bitch [Proof] Ayo...a lot of people always try to tell us...that we gona be better or failrues But me or slim yo you cant tell me... You try to freestyle son we gon put these verses on your Lp Slow down with that old stuff....I heard the most of y'all is Mos Def [Eminem] My Lp...my whole Lp...tha last one was screaming help me You couldnt melt me if you was Vanilla Ice...Yo guess what.... My Nuuuuuuuuutz Here I go with the lyrical miracle...spiritual spirital...you dont wanna hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't do it dont do it cuz that shxt is stupid...I knew it I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat and troop it What the fuck did that mean...I dont know but i got phat jeans on And I already said that but I dont know where my head's at All I wanna do is go back to the hotel and know where my bed's at [Proof] yo wheres the beds at so we can relax and catch Ease Y'all dont want none of tha dirty Deez >From the 3-1 its for the three of thirds One third Mc yo we smoke y'all like herbs Under the curb early morn take it to born Y'all get broke up...put back together ...re-enacment Some times you see this...you just a faggot No need to tag it...wit more loot that Jimmy Swagart [Eminem] Faggot....uh oh...was that homophobic... But no one knows it...and I'm so homophobic I wont even throw clothes in the Closet Fuck it...I've lost it....I'm holocausted...see my face it's written all acrossed it This beer makes me wanna disappear this year I'm so high I'm bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm bout to fry You're so fired you're down [Proof] Hey....it's me...it's the hamster man... Coming all the way from Amsterdam.... And I come to tell you all a little secret..... So you can ........eat it ....you got to grab your crackers {mumbling} [Eminem] Quit spittin your writ shxt bitch I'll kill you and kick you In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy Hermaphardite with no apettite And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shxt...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a lick [Proof] Yea....live and direct it's us You better back up... [Eminem] You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off [Proof] You better back off before he jack off (laughing) You better back off before I jack off [Eminem] Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face While I'm still jackin off Sittin in the closet beatin my shxt Aint got nuttin else to do cuz I'm thinkin of a bitch Wait a minute ...oh shxt she's here... Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears (Ken Kaniff) Oh....come here little girl come here little girl [Eminem] What happened? (I dunno) We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin) Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off When I come off with the drum off Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent A french accent Excuse my french but Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch [Proof] Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my... Damn cock .....laughing....

"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

"Guilty Conscience" (feat. Dr. Dre) [sound of static] [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob a liquor store. ("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes" But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this" [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blade [Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shxt! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shxt? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shxt (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you (You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..) [sound of static] ("It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute" ("Mmm, I don't know!" ("Look baby.." ("Damn!" ("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?" ("Well OK.." [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!" After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!" [Eminem] Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe.. (Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?) No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest! (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shxt raw dawg and bail.. [sound of static] [pickup idling, radio playing] [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ("WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" ("Grady!!" [Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.. [Eminem] Fuck that shxt, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!! [Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shxt? (What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??! [Dr. Dre] What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker! [Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at? [gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired]

No One's Iller Than Me" (feat. Swift, Bizarre & Fuzz) [Bizarre] Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No one's iller than me (wha?) No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition and face this meanin' Got your whole crew doing subpeonas Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters Keep it close, you can't beat us While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shxt sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW! It's Swifty from the 313 Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh! [Bizarre] Me and Eminem and Mike Drivin' down Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' Last week this old man I had to blast Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"! My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece No one, no one's iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 [Eminem] Nobody better test me, cuz I don't wanna get messy Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a fuck who they was I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket Talkin' shxt will get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic Furious four motherfuckers Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me [Fuzz] I run shxt like an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your cabbage red Similar to your ass in a casket dead Drastic spread of acid heads Come to abort you like a bastard egg That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs Ask the feds from past the edge Rockin' the most classic threads Flashin' bread, roll down the window Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem Never writer's block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..." Got clips to stop shxt, rock shxt and grab this hot shxt Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket through your optic You niggaz still don't know the top pick? I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass And have you shxttin' socks bitch! We rock shxt, leave your fuckin' knot split Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (No one...) Ain't nobody iller than me [Bizzare] It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Eminem and Swift from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! From the home of potholes and trash We'll lyrically blast...

Just Don't Give A Fuck" [Intro: Frogg] Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background* And check out the man he goes by the name of er... [Verse One: Eminem] Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smocking dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman [Chorus:] So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screaming _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don't give a fuck!! Talking that shxt behind my back, dirty mackin telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck!! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shxt is wack I just don't give a fuck!! But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a fuck!! [Verse Two: Eminem] I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Miilkbone I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below friezing Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion Pathological liar, blowing shxt out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can With more holes than an Afghan [Chorus] [Verse Three: Eminem] Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinning Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfucking style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washing dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smocking weed again I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in [Chorus] [Outro: Eminem] Hey, fuck that! Outsidaz.. Pace One.. Young Zee..

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE NO MERCY lyrics [Louis Farrakhan talking] "Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies. (Laughter and then applause) In fact I think we'd be fooling our self's if we had a audience this large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present." [Verse One] I'm a weapon that fires Lyrical projectiles with no mercy I'm cold blooded like reptiles Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child Every time I flex styles Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles I manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-files And lighten juveniles Living life with no purpose Organize a army that will make the devil's nervous Competition is worthless Like the electoral vote If you provoke I'll break your motherfucking neck in a yoke Your better off throwing your shxtty life away sniffing coke Technique will choke you into a spiritual state And it will take a lake of hydrochloric acid to soften this I'll fake your parents suicide and kill you in the orphanage But I inspire ideological metamorphosis Stop talking shxt or I'll make your existence a memory So you can have me frozen cryogenically for centuries But I'll break the ice if anyone on the planet mentions me I'll burn a hypocritical flag intentionally Explosive revolutionary Chemistry's my destiny [Chorus: 2x] No mercy is what I chemically bomb on enemies Your life's a fucking mistake, technique is the remedy Destroy you before you become what you intended to be And in the future you'll worship those that descended from me [Verse Two] When I fight you I won't snipe you I'll use a HIV infected needle to strike you As well as anyone that vaguely resembles or looks like you And just to spite you I'll force your children At gun point to bite you And rip a piece off To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life I'm coming at cha to catch ya by surprising the sight Nobodies stupid enough to back ya when tactically attack ya Because my style is nasty like protruding bone fractures And your a played out dirty pussy devil Like Margaret Datcher But technique never get captured inside the rapture Cause I mastered the art of causing natural disasters You should learn the difference In between the students and the master My stature is the dispatcher of damaging decibels And even though my starving people are considered expendable I consecutively escape the racist court puritanical I spit raw kinetic energy that's immeasurable Retaliation for perpetration is unendable Mercy is not extendible I'll break your fucking brain down into psychological chemicals [Chorus: 2x]

LL Cool J, Jayo Felony, X-Zibit, Snoop "YOU CANT FUCK WITH ME" (lyrics) [LL Cool J (Snoop)] (Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z) Yeah (Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers) Yeah, Yeah Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo) Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *HaHaHaHa* So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that? Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin me Why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers and U know I deliver The double N, enough ammo for every nigga S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back That HBO shxt, I must address that Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy. Pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock, Ha [Chorus: LL Cool J (Snoop) {Xzibit} ] You can't fuck wit me {Can't fuck with me} I don't care about your imagery (Fuck, nigga) Give a fuck who you claim to be (Fucker, c'mon) You still can't fuck wit me You can't fuck wit me I don't care about your imagery (Fucker){Mother Fucker} Give a fuck who you claim to be {Yeah}(Nigga what) You still can't fuck wit me [Jayo Felony] No Go Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuz One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects You wanna die next? Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like, you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gonne be, what it is gonne see When your blutter don't mean And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "Nigga, what's this song mean" L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattoed Def Jam under your wing like that What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth Glad to escape down south to my Miami house And fifty spring in the couch [Chorus] [Xzibit] Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (Yeah) Big dank take little dank (Yeah) I average ninety-five in the paint (C'mon) We comin' down like a shank I know you wanna ride, but you can't We all up in your shxt like a shank *ugh* Don't make me stop and pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the town I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (Yeah) God have mercy on all my enemies Don't even test, waist your breath or your energy Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh) Demonstatin' from the funk shxt to the H I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (Huh) You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (Bee-atch) Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what) You did fucked up cuz I'm break these niggas Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all" We do this with no flaws I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras No laws, we break 'em from the get-go Slidin' by, ridin high when we get-go Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal Servin' or swervin in a '85 Regal Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel I take off on your ass like an eagle Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just incase a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on And they never hesitate to dissolve

Dead Prez Mind Sex Lyrics [chorus] It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation [verse 1] Pardon me love but you seem like my type What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site We could, roll some weed play some records and talk I got a fly spot downtown brooklyn, new york Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt But tonight we'll try a different route, how bout we start With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons Later we can play a game of chess on the futon See I ain't got to get in your blouse It's your eye contact, that be getting me aroused When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin our time Before the night's through, we could get physical too I ain't tryin to say I don't wanna fuck, cause I do But for me boo, makin love is just as much mental I like to know what I'm gettin into [chorus] We could have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Time for some mind sex... (singing): before we make love Yeah, what you know about mind sex? (singing): before we make love [verse 2] African princess, tell me yo' interests Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around So let me take this opportunity Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea? Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly 'cause in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly And it's like we floatin out in space when you flirtin wit me C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt (hmmm) Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis Opposites attract that's the basis Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang The balance that means complete change, our aim Is to touch you in a delicate spot And once we get it started I ain't trying to stop [chorus] But first we have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Mind sex... [spoken] She smiles, I smile She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head She speaks, and I want to dance to her rhythm She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires, As I place my arms around her waist, Hold and squeeze unto me, I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive She's love She's truth She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens As real as the sun that bathes her body, As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose That blossoms in spring for she is that rose And not just any rose, But a black rose, Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of Black rose That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round Black rose, Sweet rose, Thornless rose Eternal rose Please look my way, Please look my way Please look my way Black rose

Gud job boy

Even if the sky is falling down like she supposed to be she gets down low for me down like a temperature coz to of she's zero degree she cold over freeze i got that girl from overseas she my miss america now can i be her souljah pleaser im fighting For this girl im in battle field love don it look like baby cupid sent his arrows from above dont you ever leave the side of me now definitely not probably and honestly im down like the economy...

Artist: Canibus Album: My Name is Nobody Song: My Name is Nobody [Canibus] Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody What's my name? Say my name! What's my name? Yo I never rocked wit Nas, I never rocked wit Rakim Allah I never gave y'all a hundred bars I never walked among the stars, I never rocked a mic on tour Never made some groupie bitch drop her drawers Never had a menage-a-troi, with girls lickin' my balls while I eat em' Nah, I never done that neither And I never wore that white wife beater On the video set with the Lost Boyz and Dogg Pound and smoked reefer I never had a Source quoteable I never rocked 50 bar vocals, on Beasts From the East wit Reggie Noble Never spit wit Keith Murray or Little Jamal I never rocked on stage at the Apollo at all To this day, if someone asked me "why were you silver on MTV?" I have to just tell them it wasn't me Cause I'm nobody [Chorus] [Canibus] Yo, I never been at the Mardi Gras, suckin' on ta-tas I never been to LA, or crissed to Ya Ya's I never been overseas I never been to Amsterdam walkin' right past the cops smokin' some trees I never had a battle with about a dozen emcees And simultaneously I brought em all to their knees I never been off the scene to long Never been totally gone, never appeared on a shxtload of songs I never rocked with Eminem yet, yeah thats true People'll talk about it from now to the day that I do But I never made an impact I never changed rap, infact, sometimes I wish I could take it all back I didn't sell enough units I said I was the illest alive, and I didn't prove it I probably look stupid I guess I'm nobody I guess I'm nobody I'm so so sorry [Chorus] My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody My name is Nobody (Nigga I ain't nobody to know) My name is Nobody (Get it?) [Canibus] Yo, yo It's like the rap community doesn't know what to do with me What if there was two of me? What if I persuaded some bitches to reproduce with me And create a whole crew of me? Only those that are as cruel as me, can rule with me I got a secret let's keep it between you and me And when I'm forgotten, you can say this at my eulogy You can say this at my eulogy You can say this at my motherfucking eulogy

Artist: Canibus Album: My Name Is Nobody Song: Who Stopped Ya? Yo, who stopped ya? Separate the rappers from the actors The doctors from the proctobiologists Can't speak with common sense You got a dent in the medulla oblongata And lost some skills, five Percent Imma rock again How much you wanna bet Might throw a little fit Drown you with a little spit From the USA to Cairo Took the high road to Mohenjodaro Cause I'm a pharaoh If there was no tomorrow I'd still be the most sophisticated model of wordological babble The speech is called double speak For example if I said I was to bust the heat Till the sky touch your feet Open your eyes look at the concrete My name aint Germaine now you got the wrong beef It aint Canibus neither you got the wrong leaf You think Hitler's dead but you got the wrong teeth Like me rockin on another beat, right now While you still listenin to this one, blah-dow Being followed by a black cloud So imma just keep on rhyming and look at the ground I'll look up if you pass it around I'm the best lyricist hands down Motherfucker just look at your hands now Who stopped ya? Rap tighter than an anaconda Only one problem my work com sucks Syllables rush through the position of the teeth and the tongue Mouth to mic to speakers till its deep in your drum Speak with the tongue till sounds like I'm speakin in tongues When I'm done I'll leave you needing a lung Don't have to get up Cause I been up Doin sit ups and chin ups And an army chin up, I rip shxt up Punch y'all for pair of fist cuffs with fist clutch When I'm getting my dick sucked I resuscitate sick sluts Gettin they clits mixed up Stick a plug in the butt OK Bis you been explicit enough Who stopped ya, who stopped ya?

Artist: Ice Cube Album: Death Certificate Song: No Vaseline Got damn, I'm glad ya'll set it off. Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft. First you was down with the AK, and now I see you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight bozos. I saw it comin', that's why I went solo. And kept on stompin', when ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton. Livin' with the whites, one big house, and not another nigga in site. I started off with too much cargo, dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough. White man just rulin'. The Niggas With Attitudes . who ya foolin'? Ya'll niggas just phony, I put that on my mama and my dead homeys. Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin'; Ay yo Dre, stick to producin'. Callin' me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick; Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick. You got jealous when I got my own company, but I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me. Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most, you could yell all day but you don't come close. Cuz you know I'm the one that flown, ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go. With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the C-P-T. Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy, with no vaseline... [Refrain] (L.L. sample: "Now you're gettin' done without vaseline..." 3x (Biz Markie sample: "Damn, it feels good to see people...on it" The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin', who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're gettin' fucked real quick, and Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shxt. Tried to tell you a year ago, but Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked, now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank. Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect. Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls, cuz I heard you're, like, givin' up the drawers. Gang-banged by your manager, fella, gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' Ready Teller. Givin' up the dollar bills, now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels. So don't believe what Ren say, cuz he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte, but I got a whip for ya Toby; used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me. It's a case of divide-and-conquer, cuz you let a Jew break up my crew. House nigga gotta run and hide, yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside. So don't front, MC Ren, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10. Broke as a mothafuckin' joke. Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team. It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart, and they rippin' your asshole apart. By takin' your green, oh yeah, the Villain does get fucked with no vaseline. [Refrain scratched] I never have dinner with the President. I never have dinner with the President. I never have dinner with the President. And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant. Now I think you a snitch, throw a house nigga in a ditch. Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys. You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot. With your manager, fella, fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on... till that Jheri curl is gone. On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation. Heard you both got the same bank account, dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout? Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple. Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew with a white Jew tellin' you what to do. Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs. With a midget who's a punk too, tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you. Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night. By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...

Artist: Ice Cube Album: The Predator Song: It Was a Good Day [Ice Cube] Break 'em off somethin {*inhales*} Shit.. {*exhales*} Yo.. Yo.. uhh.. [Verse One] Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barkin from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn) I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out (Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do' Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo' I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop, at a red light Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which park, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J. I can't believe, today was a good day (shxt!) [Verse Two] Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction as I ran the intersection Went to *hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do' Lil' Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day (shxt!) [Verse Three] Left my nigga's house paid (what) Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep So deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the mornin got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah) Drunk as hell but no throwin up Half way home and my pager still blowin up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day (shxt!) [Ice Cube] Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shxt What the fuck I'm thinkin about?

Artist: Wyclef Jean f/ Kenny Rogers, Pharoahe Monch Album: The Ecleftic * 2 Sides II a Book Song: Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate [Wyclef Jean] Yo I'm happy to be in the South to set off my tour in the countryside But who better to set it off for me than this man right here [Kenny Rogers] Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh) Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm) And we gon' do something like this for you You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!) Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!) Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!) Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!) You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO) before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?) Chorus: Kenny Rogers You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..) You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done [Pharoahe Monch] Get the hell up! 'Clef said, get the hell up! Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!) Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup? Ladies; lookin hot and pretty Doin your thing in the club high saditty WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that act {shxtty} in the midst of the calm, the witty (You got to know when to hold 'em..) Y'all know the name! Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little Riddle me this though who flip flows that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo Select your squad team and your itch Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through Chorus [Wyclef Jean] C'mon, c'mon (Get the hell up!) Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!) (Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be 48 tracks, country meets rap Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats My destiny is to lead while y'all follow This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+ Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to fold 'em (emcees) Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..) Know when to run You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done Chorus