Voice your opinions.........

too many 4 my mind to focus on one...

Dead in the middle of Little Italy...

even if i studderd i would still sh sh sh!t on you

"...been sonnin n*ggas so long I think i got a grandson..."
from the song Banned From TV

the little italy sh*t from "twinz"..

R=77 said even if i studderd i would still sh sh sh!t on you

word!

ANY line from this verse...off "Superlyrical" w/ Black thought they both k*llED this joint...

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you
My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm snatchin' his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

dead in the middle of little italy little did we know that we riddled some middle man who didnt do diddily

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong The marriage, a bond of havoc and song This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked in the closet of my castle of Grayskull I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you That's how a master degrades you I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label I'm snatchin' his halo God I pray that you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

Super Lyrical

The harsh realities of life is takin tolls Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse Sacrife your life to a higher force Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent? One of the last livin still in action, general a*sassin Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, "The sh*t is Real" as Joe, we follow the k*ller's code When we come for you, tell me where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams And even if you k*ll me I'll still be in your fu*kin dreams

You Ain't a k*ller

Im not a playa i just fu*k alot haha

Impregnate the world when I "cum" through ur speaker. - Hov.

bust a nut inside ur eye to show u where I come from. - tribe called quest

Hey yo my sh*t's the truth, 150 proof no question Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth It's too explicit, bullsh*t! I challenge the statistics Violence existed before our music was even suggested Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life I f*ght the power, spite the power the 90 percent Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap Totally intended for yours dressed in all black with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's

:wow:

R=77 said even if i studderd i would still sh sh sh!t on you

Thats the first one that came to mind for me

"JOHN MADDEN TACKLE YA CORPSE AND HOIST IT ON THE CROSS AT THE TABERNACLE!"

damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Big Pun Was The Best