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 07-02-2007, 07:54 PM         #101
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 10 years ago '05        #102
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18 months please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think he get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one for violence
Digital ten, sh*t get critical friend
I got 800 invisible men
That mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the frank stand
rat poison your relish right in the center babe
bi*ch is a renegade, she'll p!ss in your lemonade
And y'all dead now
That you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta wreck clowns
blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitching
Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girl that be cuttin my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fu*kin her, older man fu*kin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her tongue out, flirted, played with his d*ck
"You know Cam?"
he said "Yeah"
"Don't play with his chips!"
Stood back, blazed him with 6
 07-02-2007, 08:20 PM         #103
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nas street dreams remix 3rd verse

Sort of wild, since a child
hope was all we had
dreamt of plushed out pads
complaning the mental straining
how many in my crew is into gaining?
subtract the weak links up out the chaining
rise it start reigning
Blasphemy using Nas name in vain
some claim supreme being
yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game
and the only thing I found incredible
everything I tried to learn
see, I already knew
And it's embedded in my heart now
so I can sit back, count a stack
and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
he wore disguise
put a gun to me hungry he
went on to chastize
That's Nas ain't it
made it rich from entertainment
fresh wally's painted
as he told the kid he came with
my first thought was how the game flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked
drunk in a party on yak
or was I marked for a contract
for some foul act
i did a while back or either beyond that
he got me laying face flat
saying my grace black
woke up in a cold sweat
Yo, I hate that, nightmares
feeling real. word to will.
My air like I lost in the battlefield
that's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
grab ya shield and meet ya maker
The Queens n*ggas die for paper
these the things the street dreams will take
 10 years ago '04        #104
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Mos Def Mathematics

"Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight year olds gettin found with {{.9 mils}}
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the with heavy steel, sights on the pretty sh*t in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces -- just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man, child, and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't n*ggaz
Numbers is hard to feel and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics"

Real Hip hop for all you snap laffy taffy 3 word vocab 80% Chorus muh fu*kas
 07-02-2007, 08:40 PM         #105
T A S H 
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Wrap u in rope n plastic, stab u wit broken glass
n have u wit open gashes strapped 2 a soaken mattress,
coke n acid, black magic, cloakz n daggerz,
fu*k tha planet till it spinz on a broken axis,
im so bananaz im showin up 2 ur open casket
2 fill it full of explosive gases n close it back
with a lit match in it while I sit back n jus hope it catchez,
blow u 2 fragments, laugh, roll u n smoke tha ashessssss


 10 years ago '07        #106
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"My Heart Belongs To U"

This is DeVante
Whatever you want, whatever you need
You know I got it
And I'mma give it to you
(Whenever you want it, want it)

Anything you want from me {Yeah...yeah...} (I've got it)
Any time you want it I'll give it to you
Jo Jo, check this out

You can have my love
You're the girl of my life
Am I all you're dreamin' of
Yes, you're my desire

I wanna give you so much
For the things that you give to me
Just take my love, baby
Because you are so dear to me

Whatever you want (Ba-ba-ba-ba)
Whatever you need (Woo, yeah)
My heart belongs to you (Whatever you want, baby)
Whatever you need (Woo...)
There's nothing I won't do (And I say whatever you want, baby)

I say whatever you want
My heart belongs to you
I say whatever you need (
I'll be right here for you

Once in a lifetime
You will find someone like you
And now that I have you
Here's what I'm gonna do (I'm gonna give you so much)

I will give you my all and all
Over and over again, lady, lady, lady
Lovin' you too much, baby
Is not, is not, is not a sin

Whatever you want {Baby}
Whatever you need {Ooh...}
My heart belongs to you {My heart belongs}
Whatever you need {Whatever you need, baby, whatever you want, baby}
There's nothing I won't do {Oh...ho...ho...oh...}

I say whatever you want {Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}
My heart belongs to you {Yeah...yeah...yeah...}
I say whatever you need {Oh, yeah...oh...}
I'll be right here for you

Anything, anything, anything you want {Oh, yeah}
I'll do it for you {For you}

In the morning {Mmm, hmm}
Whenever you want it (Makes no difference)
In the evening (In the evening)
Whenever you need it {Oh...oh...oh...} (Late in the midnight hour)

When the night falls {You know I got it}
You know that I've got it {Pick up the phone and dial my number}
So baby, just call me {Call me}
You know that I'll do it {Oh...oh...ho...}

Whatever you want (Baby)
Whatever you need (And you know, and you know)
My heart belongs to you {My heart}
Whatever you need {Whatever you need}
There's nothing I won't do (Nothing I won't do to feel your love)

I say whatever you want (Nothing I won't do to feel your love)
My heart belongs to you {My, my, my, my, my, my}
I say whatever you need (Ooh, yeah)
I'll be right here for you

Whatever you need
My heart belong to you
Whatever you need
There's nothing I won't do

I say whatever you want
My heart belongs to you
I say whatever you need
 10 years ago '07        #107
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Got My Mind Up

Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fu*kin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, sh*t's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfu*kers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfu*kin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fu*kin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to a.ssassinate a.ssassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha k!llin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
 07-02-2007, 11:36 PM         #108
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The Second Verse On 2 Pac's Holla at me!!!

Furious spittin lyrics
On the verge of fury
Cuz I'm addicted to currency
n*gga thats why I do it
In God's eyes
I surprised them n*ggaz
The way i got up and then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow the block
No hesitation
This information
Gotcha contiplatin
Heart Breakin
Elimination with this conversation
Break em and let em the face of mental patient
A celebration
Of my criminal elivation
Want participation
I want members acroos the 50 states
We keep the nation anticipatin
Until we break
Will I be greatest in my fate
To live a life of luxury
So n*ggaz buy my tape
So much jealousy is scarse
So be prepared
Cuz only the strong survive
Life isnt fair-yea
Probably never knew
The way it feels to die
So ya singer fu*k wit me
I give that a try
n*gga HOLLA AT ME!!!

2 PAC - hOLLA aT mE
 10 years ago '07        #109
timdog 920 heat pts920
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Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine.
No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little
RIPsta, n*gga, Mr. Clean. Make it deep, deep in my
temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and
heated especially for
your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You
willing to
die? We'll see how many flee when I 'cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained
to be perfect disciples when it's
survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals
spittin' fire, that's the real truth, bi*ch, breakin' down for lives, my
Messiah, better
get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it's wild. Bless the child, the one that became
a man, but them
positions' already there, all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend,
never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun
in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends.
Hey, open and let 'em see if we're real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin,

baby, we ain't
marchin', we shootin', and daily recrutin'. There's a thug born everyday in the ghetto. We
start 'em off little, we
give 'em a bottle and a pen and pad. They hit the label, kick it.
 10 years ago '07        #110
timdog 920 heat pts920
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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9

Renee Lyrics from the artist "Lost Boyz"
From the album Legal Drug Money
Other popular songs: Renee
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Rated: 10/10 (1 vote)


Verse one:

Here's a tune about this honey named renee
That i met one day
On my way back from john jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me miss, but can i get your name
She said my name is renee
I said i got a whole lot to say
So may i walk you to your subway
She said if you want
So yo, we started talking
I brought two franks and two drinks
And we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Because the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words shorty studies law
I'm telling shorty i'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the ez rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks
I do the same thing
But yet i use philly blunts
She said i never dealt with philly blunts
Because i heard that's for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now i really don't know ya
But maybe later on i can get to show ya


A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day i wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty(x2)

Verse two:

So now we sittin' on the train
Besides the fingernails
Now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now i understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her
Got off the train about 6:34
She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib
And turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand
From essence to right on
A leather couch
Stero system with crazy cd's
Understand cause she got cheese
She said cheeks do what you want
She said i'm gonna feed the dog
I said alright well i'm gonna roll this blunt
She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
A yo, fam i got a tender-roni girl
We're sitting on the couch chattin
We're smoking blunts off the balcony
We're stearing at manhattan now
She started feeling on my chest
I started feeling on the brea$ts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, i got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.

Chorus (2x)

Verse three:

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow eh
And this what the letter said
It said cheeks, i'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So i didn't want to bother you
I left my number for shorty to call me later
Got dressed
Smoked a blunt
And then i bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm asking shorty what's up with you
She's asking what's up with me
And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty
Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, i never been in love
But everytime i'm burstin' in and outta state
It's shorty that i'm thinking of
I'm hanging out with my crew
I get a beep from renee
Because renee uses code too
But yet i'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said renee has been shot
So cheeks, meet me up at st. lukes
I jumps on the van wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this sh*t is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine
I'm doing a buck, who gives a fu*k
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time i reach the hospital
They tell me mr. cheeks
Renee is gone
I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto
So listen
This is how i shed my tears
 07-03-2007, 06:06 PM         #111
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 nitetrain8601 said:
Simple minded people can't follow Nas. Don't worry though, I expected such from many Boxden users.

...naw not necessarily...there are times where the n*gga just says sh*t to sound's a nas verse i do like skin is a art gallery right?...wit paintings of crucifixes
hopin it save me from all the dangers in the music business
was once a young gangsta hangin wit youth offenders
but since i tasted paper, it started loosenin friendships
watchin kids freezin winters, they still poor
how can i tease them wit benzes and feel no remorse?
drivin past em in a lively fashion
wit diamond colors clashin
red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
fu*k did i expect? wit bucket seats in the lex
and spendin time at chuck e cheese wit little des
got guns when i'm wit my daughter hate to bring a violent aura
in her presence, she know what daddy taught her, these lessons
"black princess, it's a ugly world
i put my life up for yours", see i love that girl
could you believe even my shadow's jealous?
my skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
my brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
though my songs come from the father
i'm lonely, hold me it's gettin darker

...everybody post AZ verse off "life's a bi*ch" like nas ain't k!ll it...movin on...

that gemini freestyle off fahrenheit 1/15 pt.2 was dope

i done grew to be a monster, ape n*gga, face of a k!lla
addicted to the taste of liquor so i pray for my liver
i gotta get up out my mama's basement, she need more space and i feel her
fu*k could i do but take the sweet wit the bitter?
on top of that just had a baby delivered
child support chasin a n*gga, but i ain't got no paper to give em
water leakin from the cracks in the ceilin
couple roaches here and there, but they ain't half as bad as in the beginnin
it's like they always show they whenever company visit
and then that black flag splash em and they finally diminish
losin ambition, graduatin school by inches
eatin ramen noodle soup cuz ain't no food in the kitchen
takin baths wit the same sh*t we use for the dishes
this is unconstitutional to you but i live it
could move and distribute but i'm cool cuz i ain't try'na do prison
you couldn't walk inside my shoes unless you truthfully lived it
this is, far from just some ol chicago n*gga wit cars and bi*ches
runnin through chicago twistin, this is top flo picasso picture
12 car garage door liftin, just better pray them glock 4s don't
why is my best friend hopin i fail? molded em well
love em but fu*k em, he could get the bulk of the shells
i write my life in a notepad and hope that it sells
cuz broke or in jail ain't cuttin it like coke when it sell
keep toast by the belt too blinded focused posted in braille
loadin my shells i'm focused on the soul of raquel
no code shall i tell, coastin on this boat that i sail
i float wit the whales, a free willy cannot go to jail
cuz i swore that i'd be 6 feet in a pinebox cold
before i let the streets of south chicago swallow my soul
i seen too many friends before me choose that horrible road
couldn't harbor the load, froze and it swallowed em whole
and to you n*ggas that's probably plottin to rob me and scram
just call it quits you be dead fo you count the first grand
you may get far as queen latifah and the rest of her friends
you won't pull a jada pinkett you can trust that fam
fo i'm screamin help me beggin daily wit tears in my pants
i'll be found in the cemetery buried next to my grands
i get dirty like two mexican hands, droppin a trans, choppin up grams
cuz me starvin's not in the plans...muthafu*ka...

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 10 years ago '06        #112
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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style n*ggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pus*y with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, n*ggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same sh*t again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

 10 years ago '06        #113
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 Adewale said:
Im sorry this is the most honest diss ever. Jay-z did one thing that most rappers dont do during rap beefs, and thats tell the truth.

Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes
Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes
Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes
And this is with whom you want to place your faith?
I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine
When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
Donating proceeds off every ticket sold
When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?
Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?
Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help
They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects
These dudes is all politics, depositing checks
they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip
And y'all buy the sh*t, caught up in the hype
Cause the n*gga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright
Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice
It just means you don't understand all the bullsh*t that he write
Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"?
Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice?
I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit
Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat
But I will not lose, for even in defeat
There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me
When the grass is cut, the snakes will show
I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though
Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these a**holes
And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa
I'm back before you had a chance to miss me
My mama can't save you this time, n*ggas is history
Who you know flow vicious as me?
Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov
I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, n*gga)
You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be
The street dreamin, all y'all n*ggas living through me
I gave you life when n*ggas was forgetting you emcee
I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea
And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me
What's the problem B? You not as hard as me
n*gga hard as we, n*gga R O C, n*gga
That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, n*gga
I won't rest till you on one knee
You want war then it's war's gonna be, n*gga
Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, n*gga
Ma, I'm sorry who the fu*k I AM, I can't trust my fans
Out of luck, no constructive plans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't save our children
I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
Your older son on the ground dead, but fortunately
The bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the el, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
And little did I care what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara
Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the menacing man
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All this fast sh*t and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
N Y City, grab a hold and ride with me
Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money bags
Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast
And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off, I count off when you sample my voice
I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS
NAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
For shizzle you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather wear Sean John, you bore me with your fake coke rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you liar
UN was your first court case, you had no priors
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
Have you surrounded, you and the f*g**ts you down with
While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers
Corny as CORN-MEGA, all you Hip-Hop queers
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block
I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
Did crimes and headline on stage
I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
Streets disciple, I'm STILLMATIC
 10 years ago '07        #114
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I'm feeling this thread, yet i don't c many female vital verses...Here u go

Artist: Fugees
Album: The Score
Title: Manifest
Verse: Ms. Hill

You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned,
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn
From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
when my peoples would protest,
I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
More than just the s3x
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my brea$ts overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST

Hit me if u feeling this verse...I'll give thanks bac....
 10 years ago '07        #115
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yall know i gotta quote my baby..

Artist: Common
Album: BE
Song: "Be (Intro)"

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the f!ght lay
And everything a n*gga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm
Bush pushing lies, k!llers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE

Buy The Albums Below
 07-03-2007, 09:41 PM         #116
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dun trip errone, eminem str8 sh*tted on so many tracks

Renegade 1st verse

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfu*kin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fu*kin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

The whole Till I Collapse song
The Whole Soldier song not ta mention countless others
 07-03-2007, 10:59 PM         #117
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 peaceluvalways said:
yall know i gotta quote my baby..

Artist: Common
Album: BE
Song: "Be (Intro)"

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the f!ght lay
And everything a n*gga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm
Bush pushing lies, k!llers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE

Buy The Albums Below
...since we talkin common...what about the "respiration" verse...

...on the Amen corner i stood lookin at my fallen hood
felt his spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
threw dirt on the casket, the hurt i couldn't mask it
mixin down emotions, struggle i hadn't mastered
i choreographed 7 steps to heaven
inhale, waitin to exhale and make the bread leaven
veteran of a cold war, it's chica-i-go for
what i know or, what's known, so some days i take the bus home
just the touch home, from the crib i spent months gone
sat by the window wit a clutched stone listenin to shorties cuss long
young girls wit weak minds but they bust strong
tried to call or at least speak to the Lord, but didn't have a touch tone
it's a doggy dog world, you gotta mush on

some of this land i must on, outta the city they want us gone
tearin down the jects creatin plush homes
my circumstance is between cabrini and love jones
surrounded by hate, yet i love home
asked my guy how he thought travelin the world sound
found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
it's deep, i heard the city breathe in its sleep
a reality i touched but for me it's hard to keep
it's deep, i heard my man breathe in his sleep
a reality i touched but for me it's hard to keep

...he ATE that sh*t...oh my god...when i got old enough to really get
 07-03-2007, 11:18 PM         #118
this music shlt 
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az on life's a bi*ch might just be it

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
fu*k who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bi*ch and then you die
 07-04-2007, 03:02 AM         #119
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All That I Got Is You lyrics
(feat. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu)

[Verse One:]

Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his sh*t
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it k!lled me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
Yeah, yo

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through
[repeat 4X]

Word up mommy, I love you
Word up
It was all you, word, you brought me in like this

[Verse Two: Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu]

I sit and think about
All the times we did without, yeah
I always said I woudn't cry
When I saw tears in your eyes
I understand that daddy's not here now
But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
All things that I did from this to them
Oh from drugs to being there
Being down and out and I love you always

Yeah, you say
You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
And them planets, that exist in my space
Like man woman and child
You understand?
We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us
I remember them good ol days
Because see, that's the child I was
What made me the man I am today
See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh
Because you lost the reality of yourself
So take one stroll through your mind
And see what you will find
And you'll see a whole universe all over again
and again and again and again and again
Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh

Last edited by Str82dapnt; 07-04-2007 at 03:04 AM..
 10 years ago '07        #120
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Damn I surprised no one said this:

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo n*gga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now


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