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 6 years ago '08        #41
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It's the Dynasty n*ggaz... as promised...
The world's most infamous...
Roc-A-Fella Records...
This is Roc La Familia...
It's Young Hova... Beanie Sigel... Memphis Bleek... Amil-lion...
It's the Dynasty n*ggaz... 2000 to infinity...
This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter..
Street corner to street corner.. project to project..
Worldwide... walk with us n*ggaz...
Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty n*ggaz
Check it out...
Uhh... walk with me... talk to me... yo..

The theme song to +The Sopranos+
plays in the key of life on my, mental piano
Got a strange way of seein life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of life, n*gga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a n*gga
But I'm starvin my n*ggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver
Watch it my n*ggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my n*ggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
n*ggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
s**t is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the hearts of n*ggaz actin too suspicious
This is, food for thought, you do the dishes

can't f**k wit this
 6 years ago '08        #42
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 FEDORER said:

Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherf**king
One time for your mother f**king mind, we represent the 313
You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know s**t about this
For the 9-6

Verse 1:
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
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 f**ked 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

You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering 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 to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
My coil hands around this microphone 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
f**k 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

You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering 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 s**t that represents the M-O
So I'm a.ssuming all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to k!ll MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical at 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 led a tactful, tractical, track for 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 tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm Infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering 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's surface and sentenced for murdering 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
 6 years ago '08        #43
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Word up son, word
yeah, to all the k!llers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real n*ggas who ain't got no feelins
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them n*ggas, check this out it's a murda)

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another n*gga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked n*ggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge n*ggas don't play
I don't got time for your pretty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'


Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the k!llas and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no feelins
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

it aint nothin' son..
its all good...
you know what im saying...
(Talk fades out)
 6 years ago '04        #44
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[Chorus - Grand Agent] 2X
This is it yo that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype
Yeah it's only right

[Planet Asia]
One for the preciseness
Two for all my f**k ups
Three for all the Slick Rick n*ggas who stay trunked up
It's all street
Heavy metal hip-hop
For every ghetto
f**k what you heard we 'bout to bring this s**t to Wall Street
Flow financial
With authority to spark it on charts
While you couldn't get a stop up at the flea market
You wholesale
Damn near no sale
My flows is mansion and a yacht, yours is roach motel
And don't get it confused, we still in this for the art of it now
I puts it down for all the O.G.'s who started this
But yeah we in this for what we deserve
And Planet Asia's got the heads comin' back for second servings
Like 'Who want some?'
I got it for ya'll
With my crew up by my lonesome
We could go some
Now what's the haps of what your sayin' best be ready to throw some
I blow so much trees I had to grow some
Killers, criminals, crooks - I know some
This rhyme was written for
All my hip-hop n*ggas across the globe,
Worldwide, tuned in, this is who I'm spittin' for
But yet times is changin'
Cats is still bangin' and s**t
set trippin', and throwin' up their sign language
But we gonna show you how it's properly done
Lights, Camera's,ah ah, Action

[Chorus] 2X

[Grand Agent]
This is it yo
No more than the 1-4 bout the fate
Confrontation of a dream I used to contemplate
Greatest ofter on the planet with the ghetto twist
Versus the inner child that now knows they never wish
You gotta exercise caution when you using words
It ain't enough that every unspoken thought is heard
And I was fresher than the image that was ???
God is Grand not for purpose is a tyranny
This is it yo the freedom that I knew was coming
Justice is in activity,this is your summons
Spot a short stroll from the cradle to the grave
Just keep your boots laced you in the company of knaives
That's always and forever on a heat wave tip
I first found mastery when as a beat slave
I was brought before a jury of my own fears
For lyin' to myself was sentenced to a wasted year
I did that and did a prime return into the microphone
Made a vow that i'ma never leave this life alone
And God busy revolutionising rap with awareness
The closest to a battle rap you hear is this
Odds fear now the hustle up a couple cell
But I don't need some customers I need a Clientele
I need conspicuous of land mass and the navy
To vote with me s**t to need to rise the goal crazy

[Chorus] 2X

[Planet Asia]
Verbal warfare,the fiend of the mic
Ready to strike you with the stardard
So understand this is what we live our life for
Beats,rhymes street tales are down to puberty
Sticks you to shame uplifting the black community with culture
Cause this is how we wild on feds
Y'all better chill and get grilled just like salmon stinks
On the mic I'm something vicious always on point
like period,that's why the Dj's be playing the joints
Spittin' precisely, straight from the heart
to the last rawkus man I will forever rule the underground charts
That's on the yard
Y'all cats and get dealt with quickly
on the real so just chill while I blaze another fifty

[Grand Agent]
This is it yo the part where the rapper get self righteous
We be goin' on the side to make me rhyme like this
Maybe I'm Jehovah's witness just another Joseph
Known as the father of it though my father wrote it
It's a sweet gig with a social life that's sour
They approach the very hour that you come to power
Some be comin' jus' to storm me and curse me man
The best weapon I could have at that point is mercy
For far too many clout came in the after life
But if you hate me and I know it then that's half the f!ght
The rest is knowin' that you hate me cause I'm on your heart
and I'm the owner till me and my body come apart

 6 years ago '04        #45
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People always asking me, man how do you make a hit record, well heres what I do

Pulling the king and the seven and I'm feeling lucky, So I was like hit me
At which point my phone rang, and it hit me
That I had mentioned to format he should hit me
Off on the cell he put my cards down and hit buttons
"-Matty?- it's matt let me ask you something mate
I just come from london you know we're meeting with the label
They seem to want another hit, are you avaliable?"
I was like dude, you know what to do
Peruse through a few new beats and promptly hit me
Out with a beat tape or better yet a disc so when I'm writing I can swiftly
Rewind and hittin drums, couple of weeks of hits I'll have written some
And I'll be kickin them, just as soon as I can hit eng-uh-land
I hope that my plane won't be swingin from, hittin turbulence
Or else I'll be hit with disturbances
Down in my gut, you know nervousness
But when we safely hit tempa firma it's
Only right the first thing we hit our palms together
Because that's been the hiphop greeting like for forever
After that I'll probably wanna hit the mic booth
But just the mic, so I don't hit my right tooth
Once I hit my comfort level, hit record
And soon enough we'll have another, hit record
In fact even though the song isn't done
By my count that was 18 hits alone
And it's only verse number one

[start chorus]
I use the word hit in many -said?- tenses
Listen how many hits I manage to condense in the first verse
In the second I'm trying to rhyme as many words I can find that sound like (hit!)
In the last third verse, -hitilating?- metpahors
example: I write more hits than mascot hit samples

[end chorus]
Abs and Format, not doing what others did, (step in studio, it's just another hit)

[Same Cut In Voice]
Alright, I want you to listen to this next little verse
and if you feel like it sing along
And if you don't wanna sing along, maybe you can clap your hands

As I sit, inifinite scripts, like a list, it's from the tip of a bic
Much betwixt my digits less, strictly from the itty bit of sunlight
That manage to slip between the curtains thin slits, (hits)
It's illumination adequete, to the point that I can refrain from hitting electric switches
Which is a good thing, because it prevents my hydro bill from reaching up to fever pitches
I'll keep it simply lit, my raps exhibit wit, which would even shine through in egyptian crypts
Ill equipped, and resist that stupidly step to this, surrender forfeit
s**t nit wit quit twit pit sing first versus the verses that this kid spits
Insist to persist, you'll cease to exist
So cease and desist, or meet with my fist
Specifically your lips, because that's the just where -nicholas afra?- hits

Abs and format, musical brothers kid, (step in the studio, it's just another hit)

See I got hits kid, so many hits, (how many hits ya got!?), lots
Exemplary metaphors, let me select a few
More hits than when you play blackjack with a deck of twos
More hits than latin percussionists administer to wood blocks
More hits than jimmy dropped at woodstock
I'm not kidding
I'm responsible for more hits than workaholic mafia hitmen
I need to make hits in the worst way
Hitting harder than a family of starving steroid injected mexican quintuplets
Armed with crowbars smacking the s**t out of a candy filled pinata
on their birthday - only hits when I write
More hits than germans surfing fetish websites
Yo, that is a lot of hits.
More hits than barry bonds playing slow pitch, in a disabled seniors league
More hits than -goldoply?- in force or on a typical hockey team
Instinctively you wince, from this flurry of hits
But if your still unconvinced, a last example but then I'll be finished
More hits than roy jones junior in a ten round barefisted cage match versus
A sleep deprived, blindfolded richard simmons

Abs and format, we hit you like your mother did
(step in the studio, it' s just another hit)

[Cut In Voice]
That's all, c'mon, that's all, that's all, that's all
that's allll, that's all, that's alllllll I need
To make a hit record...
 6 years ago '04        #46
RoyceDa59 218 heat pts218
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(Uh! Yeah!) Connecticut!
(Uh! A...P!) Apathy!
(Demigodz!) Yup, uh!
(Doe Rakers) 'course...

Yo I ain't afraid of s**t, I don't even pretend
I be flippin' God off through his microscope lens
This a**hole supreme and his violent friends
Closest we came to peace signs is drivin' a Benz
This is hip-hop that overloads amps and speaker boxes
For muthaf**kas' rooms that cluttered with sneaker boxes
Tongue ring b**ches who be sneakin' our oxes
In the club where security decreases the options
'Cause Ap is like William Blake, but filled with hate
Who broke open his brain to let the skills escape
It's like silicon t*ts to pr0no chicks
I could flow on 'till Voltron's torso splits
I supply, multiply like Gordo's chips
I'm a He-Man, and y'all are on some Orko s**t
Gold BBS rims on a Saab with the stop sign
'87 status radio show dock nine
Connecticut veteran, better than ever before
Handprints embedded in metal of mics I tore
In half with half a paragraph, skin grafts needed
It's equivalent to starin' in the sun when tryin' to read it
Y'all wanna get defeated, that's a personal decision
But I'm cuttin' muthaf**kas up with surgical precision
A legend in the making, the last of a dyin' breed
Y'all are newjacks, probably get shook when buyin' weed
You're MySpace gangstas, with guns in pictures
I'll slap your face and tongue f**k your sisters
For this next one, you gotta be sharp so listen:
I'll hit you in the head like turbulence when you pissin' (Phenomenal!)
Cash I stack's astronomical
Nikes and pricey Pisces astrological
Ap's wifey's a fat Aphrodite
That badass bastard that spaz out like hyphey
Hand out like Heisman Trophies
Approach me and your homies are pourin' out fo'-ties of OE
I'm playin "Time's Up" by O.C
Sellin O-Z's and O-C's to kids in the OC
Hate authority from P.O.'s to C.O.'s
'Cause we know, we see those, and we ain't seein' no dough
So play the low, slow it down, make paper, through it around
I'ma have a lot of fun before I go underground
'Fore my spirit speeds through space and punctures the sun
I'll be keepin' heaven 'fore a muthaf**ker should run
I ain't frontin' like I'm runnin' 'round with hundreds of guns
But just watch, got an ox hidden under my tongue, son
MTV just got Sucker Free Sundays
I'm sucker free 365, not one day
You average little cornball phony ho model
Y'all ain't think, you're more like a Rosie O'Donnell
I'm dyin' for rappers to stop glorifyin' diamonds
'Cause wannabes are rhymin' 'bout 'em when they never buy 'em
Dude's swear they poppin' but the labels never sign 'em
It appears that materialism is what defines 'em
Let's fast forward ten years to see where we find 'em
It's hard to focus vision when them hater blockers blind 'em
It's hard to disagree when they know that I'm right
Don't know what it's like? I stick it in your sister every night
 6 years ago '04        #47
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For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it's worth
My style's been developed in the core of the Earth
The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when he Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
From 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2
In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay
Everyday is mayday
So you can talk your trash on how you're wettin MC's
with mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain
I look upon your brain with disdain
Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain
It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal
And those who try to steal get decapitated
You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated
I displays my credentials over instrumentals
And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential
It's detremental questionin my thesis
The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid
My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant
I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look
Before my knight takes your rook


Cause everybody's rappin, and only few can flow
So why the hell they tryin to deal with Live I don't know
I handle true MC's on their block or at their show
So if you come with bull kid, keep it on the low

Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten style
that leaves the competition running scared and shakin in their pants
You best to set it off cause black it aint no second chance
once I'm open, all you doin is hopin that the Live one
will put the mic down, but son don't try to snatch it after
The laughter won't cease from the comparison, how dare you son
Step around the booth when I'm on
The microphone magician says poof, you're gone with the wind
There's no trace of your friends cause you don't know where the
beginning ends or where the end begins
But you see that's the difference, you get sold, I get paid
Black I told you, get paid
If you're broke I'll have to rain on your parade
You belong in Special Ed if you think you Got It Made
J-Live with the mic is like the chef with the blade
Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed
Yeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed

Chorus: repeat 2X

Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretenders
through my mental blender, and then return to sender
My pen don't pretend to offend
I intend to render MC's, hangin loose like a fender bender
I recommend regardless of your gender
That you strike messin with J-Live from your agenda
And remember that whoever lends a helpin hand to defend ya
Will get burned to a cinder
As I end the, reign of wack MC's with their suicidal tendencies
Renderin me sick, with the thoughts of k!llin enemies
But then I return to reality
Metaphorically murderin MC's when they battle me
You can't rattle me
I'm not your average snake slitherin through the grass
I surpass the serpent as I head to class
You consider me crass as I wax that; style's no joke
but you best belive I gets the last laugh
 6 years ago '08        #48
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tonedeff and kno as: CHICO & THE MAN- MY LADY
got lyrics from a fan page dont kno if there right

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Chorus: my lady

Verse1: So regal beautiful
Too bad i’ll never see the funeral
And even through the doom and gloom
As soon as the moon could be viewed in full
I saw a star in the heavens I knew it was you
My anxiety is through the roof
Cant deny the irrefutable truth.
That im alive in lieu of you
And in the silence of your tomb
I hear your cries as you’re consumed
Your spirit rides illumine
Under the twenty-thousand hues of blue
Fade out, zoom in
I felt your heart as a grew in your womb
The constant bass is sooth in tune
I drew from you like still lights
Was still born with room to move
Id use in pursuit of my roots
I would later be groomed to lose
Last June I tattooed this date in numerals under my chin
The last place ever touched by your skin
Cause something within me loves to pretend that you’re my mother again
Though I barely remember you tucking me in
There’s a constant nagging my subconscious actin up
Thoughts that’s drawn from the past constant rackin
Of pots and pans up in the kitchen cookin
Mom and dad arguing again
saw your chance so I guess you took it
You had the heart to match the strongest hands that god could grant a woman
Carried the term but never saw the man your son is
And sometimes I cant confront it
Im asking what I’d give to be you but my thought advances I bid your adieu

Chorus: my lady…I met this beautiful woman, she reminds me of you.

Verse2: so radiant vibrant
Hazel tint in her eyes and the way that her skin shines
is like a phoenix rising even I would be surprised if we entwine
I feel the climate reach its highest peeks when she’s besides me
But we got deeper ties than physical needs,disires typically we aspire
to dream and climb the steepest heights that we can find and better
Redefine the cheapened lives we seek and find
and there’s a reason to bind together
Though sometimes I tell some teeny lies to feed her pride
and sleep between her thighs
My piece of mind is reached if I can keep a smile on her
If the seas are then she’s an island
complete with whitened beach to great the tide in
or retreat to hiding where you could flea to dryness
A peaceful night beneath the sky so we can speak in private
on the water for an eay ride nobodies speaking either
she reminds me of you in some ways its like they redesigned her
flingin rocks off the eastern side I watch them sink in silence
I take a knee for her highness
Her mere presence a gift to me
I kiss a ring of diamonds take pride in the queen my bride is
Here Amphitrite to my queen Poseidon
And shes decided in her sneaky slyness she’d conceive a titan
Im uneasy
I could feel the height and fear inside as tears arrive
Her fingers guide me to this breathing child that lies beneath her nighty
She don’t have the slightest idea what tonight is
i hear the singing sirens
I bid her adieu as she and I collide as

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Binary Star Reality Check Lyrics:
(I have a request tonite...when you here
this..that is the introduction)
scratching....(do you love pianos?)

This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent
it's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant
Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence
Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent
We don't get down like them clowns and the kids
I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?
I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery
Fortunately my music is never watery
that's how its gotta be, as far as I can see
Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy
It ain't all about economy
so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me
Honestly, my number one policy is quality
never sell my soul is my philosophy
High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy
I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me
I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise
Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish
But still I never claim to be a big rap star
cauz no matter who you are its still Allah Hu Akbar
Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this
I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this
See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bulls**t walk
While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics
Whoever's on the microphone let it be known
You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler
You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this
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And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this

(That is the Main theme)
(I wanna know something else)

[Senim Silla]
Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines
Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize
collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high
The thing that makes k!lla's high
Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie
And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God
so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic
And get swatted for actin' fly
Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines
that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds
A close encounter of the worst kind
Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine
Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline
God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly
I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi
On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye
Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin
I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify
Walkin round ain't nothin similar
Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie
Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys
I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high
Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi
Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by
Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie
I'm learned in old schools of thought and s**t you baffled by
Conceptual intellectual fireslide
Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide
you musta forgot I, have your knockneed and c*ckeyed
Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut, dipped in peroxide
death to the Pop Fly

(I usually don't do request numbers)...
(unless of course I have been asked to do so)...
Lyrics: Reality Check, Binary Star [end]
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[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, muthaf**kas! We're back!
Pharaoh clique, muthaf**ka! Yeah!
Des Devious! (King Syze!)
Apathy! Celph Titled! (Kamachi!)
Vinnie P.! Outerspace!
7L, ES!

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvics
Speeds through space and cracks blast astronaut helmets
Face it, muthaf**ka I could pay to get rid of you
I got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals
A new tyrannical force for you to fear
Known to k!ll and keep human ears as souvenirs
A shape shifter, face slitter, paper getter
Take your sister, r*pe your sister
Make your sister take it in the face
And if you're facin' us, block off a 30-block radius
I throw more blows than boxin' Dr. Octavius

[Verse 2: King Syze]
Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner
We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, f**k a minister
n*ggas know better, no one's letter is better than mine
Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high
Plus I testify, it's best you die
Than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies
Down Syze, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt
Clockin' in and out of rap, have y'all fiendin' for work
When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth
Non-believin', make me steamin', make you meetin' the earth

[Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild]
Aiyyo it's my world, and I wont stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped
In the land where you lay, and fade from straight shots
I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks
I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot
I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops
I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god
I'ma pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard
Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts
I'm a box up your frame and play the same card
And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars
Pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah! Raw muthaf**kin rap! Hardcore s**t! Ninety-four s**t!
Shoot the f**kin' place up! Yeah!

[Verse 4: Des Devious]
AOTP, blast through your army fatigues
Damage your team, competition done it with ease
Gun in my sleeve cause nowadays, homicide is my steez
Collectin' my cream, I'm livin' your dream and peepin' your scheme
Put you on lean from right hooks, pausin' your jux
You fake crooks need to hit them books
Learn the rules of the game
Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain
You gettin' drenched in that November rain
We the opposite of that wack s**t
Trash man of clap rappin', you die tragic
Five six professional a.ssassins
Rockin' these mics and reppin' my fam' with passion
Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards

[Verse 5: Esoteric]
Tell your man and your parents we be demandin' ten grand an appearance
At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics
We be like Manny Ramirez, comes out at fall
With the radical, magical, and emphatical
I'ma battle 'till I shatter your clavicle
Call me admiral, raisin' the temp of the room
I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons
Your petty men are buffoons
We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds
I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics
Tupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son'
Rise from hell with dope lyrics
Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck

[Verse 6: Chief Kamachi]
Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East
My specialty, only rhymer envelopin' my lyric sheets
Knock turbans off of Sheiks, use a pipe bomb
Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists
With they dreams no longer in arms reach
That's what I call dealin' with calm speech
When I alarm your peeps
Inscribed in a peasant's palm is a blessed psalm
If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no steppin' on
My forty five is my weapon
My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in
Squarely I step in, tiltin' my clips and blue Stesson
God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference
adapt to any preference, pus*y

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah baby, kings of the muthaf**kin' underground!
Y'all motherf**kers don't want it with us! This that raw s**t, throw back s**t!

[Verse 7: Celph Titled]
I make Evil Knievel music, I come through stuntin'
Every verse is the same, just flipped a little somethin' somethin'
Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant
Born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship
Shoot at your Chicago fitted and knock your socks/Sox off
Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off
I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record
'Cause you's afraid I'd put your muthaf**kin' frame on a stretcher
I can't change laws son, that's a government issue
But I'll break laws with a gun, it's a government issue
It's the Army, we got power in numbers
And that's nines, .45's, .357's, and M-500s

[Verse 8: Planetary]
Some people say I'm superior when I s**t it
Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous
I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design
I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
Mozart of street rap, breakin' the barriers
Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers
Ready to mangle, anybody crossin' the line
I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time
Ready for war but won't rock no d!ck trees
I rock mic's, you'd think it's a hundred and sixty degrees
Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks
Kill b**ches and stab you tricks with loose lips?

[Verse 9: Vinnie Paz]
I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words
That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird
I don't care if you dead, let god have ya
Cause I'ma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler
That's something you don't know about, you small rapper
Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper
Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on
You just spit a f**kin' verse wack then you gone
f**k fame, I study the fame closely
They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley
It's pain homey, and your blood on my pen
It's Army of the Pharaohs and we're flooded with gems, yeah

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
The Torture muthaf**kin' Papers!
Dead Sea Scrolls out here!
Y'all don't want it!
It's f**kin' raw rap!
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No lyrics its unreleased.
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I'm sittin in the crib dreamin
About Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoots
And how they sell records like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by a doorbell. 3:52.
Who the hell is this?
I gets up quick
Cocks my s**t
Stop the dogs from barking
Then proceed to walking
Its a face that I seen before
My n*gga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it, I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
n*gga, is you creeping or speaking?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful
Is he in critical?
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
Cuz I'm a criminal
Way before the rap s**t
Bust a gat s**t
Puff won't even know what happened
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie
With a b00ty that done f**ked the Pop
Head spinning, reminiscing bout my man C-Rock

[Chorus x2]
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you gotta go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I k!lled yo in the mist, b**ch

Filling clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station waggon
Was bragging
About how much loot and crack he stacking
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed
But yo n*gga let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe
Damn where was I?
Yeah, went outta town
Blew the f**k up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the f**k up
Hit 'em twice
Caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids
And taped up his wife
He figured Rock set em up, no question
Wet em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction
How many shots?
Man n*gga, I seen mad holes
What kinda gats?
Hitch links, c*cks, and Calicos
But f**k that
I know where all them n*ggas rest at
In the building hustling
And they don't be strapped
Supreme in black
Is downstairs, the engine running
Find a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if you're coming

[Chorus x2]
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you gotta go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I k!lled yo in the mist, b**ch

Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How its gonna go down
Lay these n*ggas low down
Slow down
f**k all that plannin s**t
Run up in they cribs
And make them cats abandon s**t
See n*ggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the n*gga they want
And murder innocent kids
Not I, one n*gga's in my eye
That's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate
Thai, Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin to his faculty
I start to get a funny feelin
Put the mask on in case his n*ggas start squealin
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter
n*gga turned around holdin his daughter

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Sheeit, ju motherf**kin right
I'm the b**ch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk n*ggaz don't
n*gga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
f**k em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, n*ggaz united
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you nekkid
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
n*gga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a n*gga's heartbeat stop

What!! I'm bustin on you punk n*ggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run n*gga run! *gunfire* I'm on yo' n*gga! *gunfire continues*
Run n*gga, duck and hide! n*gga I'm bustin all you b**ches!
Run n*gga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die n*gga die!

My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When n*ggaz act b**ch-made she got the heart to f!ght
n*gga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus: Tupac]

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin's lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin n*ggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes -- now it's time for war
Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend


I love finger f**kin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, n*ggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a n*gga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind -- look for me
[repeat 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]


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This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as f**k

[Verse One:]
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net
I'm popping percocets, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
That's got my hyper
I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
While player haters turn b**ch like they have v*ginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless

[Chorus (x2):]
That's Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to k!ll
That's Rock Bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to here
Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear

[Verse Two:]
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hoping things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day
But f**k it, if you know the rules to the game play
Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan
Too comfortable and roomy in a six
They threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of ses a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half my life and throw the rest away


There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me this backstabbing, deceitful, and shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame
That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames
That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name
Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on 'em
My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em
And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em?
Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's lawns with guns drawn

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Yo, pay attention
And listen real closely how I break this slang s**t down

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got f**ked
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and i'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus: repeat (2x)

'speak with criminal slang' -nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
'vocabulary spills, I'm ill' -nas

Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook
Mobb deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a f
If you got k!lled, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got aids, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and i'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2x)

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a l, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and i'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2x)

Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother, big lee
Holdin' it down
Yeah, flamboyant for life
Yeah yeah, flamboyant for life
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989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould
(Brothers and sisters hey)
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to f!ght the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
f!ght the power


As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to f!ght the powers that be
Lemme hear you say...
f!ght the Power


Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant ---- to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother---- him and John Wayne
Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Get it) lets get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to f!ght the powers that be

(f!ght the Power)
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A lot of people ask me.. am I afraid of death..
Hell yeah I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think.. that I worship the devil..
that I do all types of.. retarded s**t
Look, I can't change the way I think
And I can't change the way I am
But if I offended you? Good
Cause I still don't give a f**k

I'm zonin off of one joint, stoppin a limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
f**k a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this
Livin amuk, never givin a f**k
Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (YEAH!)
A k!ller instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin full clips and buryin guns in the mud
I've calmed down now -- I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein operated on
I'm ducked the f**k down while I'm writin this rhyme
Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time


For all the weed that I've smoked - yo this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended - yeah f**k you too!
To all the friends I used to have - yo I miss my past
But the rest of you a**holes can KISS MY
For all the drugs that I've done - yo I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended - yeah f**k you too!
For everytime I reminisce - yo I miss my past
But I still don't give a f**k, y'all can KISS MY

I walked into a gunf!ght with a knife to k!ll you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue
I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull til your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with makin another bomb
Cause I'm crushin the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match ("Here momma try em on")
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives,
a brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(s**ttin on rappers) Causin hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again


I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spend a million a track and went over my budget (Ohh s**t!)
Now how in the f**k am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore - I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin some bugged twitches
I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I don't rap to get the women - f**k b**ches
Give me a fats.lut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click - I'm a posse
Kamikaze, strappin a motherf**kin bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me
I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I don't know why the f**k I'm here in the first place
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage?
f**k, I was born during the earthquake

 6 years ago '04        #55
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I won't name any names, but some of yall must be posting songs you like instead of songs with real Lyricism. Still there are some good ones on the list.
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