Fun, even funner I'm the gunner sub-machine gun it don't seem right, that they don't get my theme right they don't know me, so we move forward more words & phrases my style amazes come into the scene with the means to rip shit my brain's power packed with the proper equipment
They use the simple back and forth, the same old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join right with them But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic
They use the simple back and forth, the same old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join right with them But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic
Who's this.............
Big_Stacks"I don't worry about hittin' power, cause I don't give 'em nuttin' to hit." 4,670 Posts
They use the simple back and forth, the same old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join right with them But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic
Big_Stacks"I don't worry about hittin' power, cause I don't give 'em nuttin' to hit." 4,670 Posts
They use the simple back and forth, the same old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join right with them But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic
Yo, I don't know why I didn't pick this one. I think I counted the first lines of the song that Keith and Ced said together ("Peter Piper picked peppers, what a childish rhyme..."). That first part wasn't as tight as Keith's solo verse that you quoted.
I-C-E B-E-R-G What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? Time to bleed, slaughter, slice Try to say I wasn't nice we waxed them punks like lab mice
Big_Stacks"I don't worry about hittin' power, cause I don't give 'em nuttin' to hit." 4,670 Posts
Hey,
I stay hard like an erection, I'm burnin' suckers who wear Protection, so who's next when Ed's flexin'. I'm the bread, and you are just a crumb-off, Jerkin' your jimmy but you still can't come-off.
I stay hard like an erection, I'm burnin' suckers who wear Protection, so who's next when Ed's flexin'. I'm the bread, and you are just a crumb-off, Jerkin' your jimmy but you still can't come-off.
Let it roll, get bold, I just can???t hold Back, or fold cos I???m a man with soul In control and effect, so what the heck Rock the discotheques and this groove is what???s next
(cue squealing Catfish Collins axe)
I was gonna say "Set it off" too
Now I'm gonna go with this
"For the ladies, 195 pounds of beef
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swingin with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress"
Big_Stacks"I don't worry about hittin' power, cause I don't give 'em nuttin' to hit." 4,670 Posts
Hey,
Girl's I got 'em locked so similar to a prison. In my awesome jams that it's causin' me favoritism. I heard of bein' dope but yo this beat's the mover. The choreographer causin' the funky, dope maneuvers.
I stay hard like an erection, I'm burnin' suckers who wear Protection, so who's next when Ed's flexin'. I'm the bread, and you are just a crumb-off, Jerkin' your jimmy but you still can't come-off.
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one Representin BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
Anything you could do I could do fresher When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus I'm back again to test your reflexes
Psycho Les- It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH! One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin' Now you want to press rewind
Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this Fever, was it me or either summer madness Cuz I just cant stand around So I get closer and the closer I get, the better it sound
But I really want to use the last four:
Wit knowledge of self, theres nothing I cant solve
At 360 degrees, I revolve
This is actual fact, its not an act, its been proven -
Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep moving
Big_Stacks"I don't worry about hittin' power, cause I don't give 'em nuttin' to hit." 4,670 Posts
After I pose for the photos, address the press and take a Rest, to let my rhyme digest into my brain. To sustain and cultivate it. Take a penny for my thoughts from copper I gold plate it.
Struggle is just a part of my day Many obstacles been placed in my way I know the only reason that I make it through Is because I never stop believing in you
Who said good folks is not supposed to die The same * that said * is not supposed to cry United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify I'm sure they got a cure 4 A.I.D.S., but yet it's classified
i'm in junior high with a b plus grade, at the end of the day i don't hit the arcade, i walk from school to my moms apartment, i got to tell the suckas everyday "don't start it",
I stay hard like an erection, I'm burnin' suckers who wear Protection, so who's next when Ed's flexin'. I'm the bread, and you are just a crumb-off, Jerkin' your jimmy but you still can't come-off.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
Who's this?.......................
Ed OG from the 1st album
my favorite chorus is from that lp:
sometimes i feel like a nut... ...and sometimes i don't duh-duh-duh-da (repeat)
My na, my name, my name is the Pos-Duh Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing Salu, salute, salutes with the tap dance the funk, the funk funky funky stuff I bring
Comments
I'm the gunner sub-machine gun
it don't seem right, that they don't get my theme right
they don't know me,
so we move forward
more words & phrases
my style amazes
come into the scene with the means to rip shit
my brain's power packed with the proper equipment
a lil more then 4 but... its del cmon
del - in and out
That a baby can pick up, and join right with them
But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic
Using nursery terms, at least not poetic
Who's this.............
Ultramagnetic MC's "Ego Trippin" (Kool Keith's first verse dissin' Run-DMC's "Peter Piper").
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
Yo, I don't know why I didn't pick this one. I think I counted the first lines of the song that Keith and Ced said together ("Peter Piper picked peppers, what a childish rhyme..."). That first part wasn't as tight as Keith's solo verse that you quoted.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?
Time to bleed, slaughter, slice
Try to say I wasn't nice we waxed them punks like lab mice
animals orangutans
hammers move bangers bang
game done changed
Damn son, you got Dipset cliff's notes???
I'm comin like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass; crumb you RUN when you hear it
or was that cat suit
I stay hard like an erection, I'm burnin' suckers who wear
Protection, so who's next when Ed's flexin'.
I'm the bread, and you are just a crumb-off,
Jerkin' your jimmy but you still can't come-off.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
Who's this?.......................
I was gonna say "Set it off" too
Now I'm gonna go with this
"For the ladies, 195 pounds of beef
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swingin with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress"
Girl's I got 'em locked so similar to a prison.
In my awesome jams that it's causin' me favoritism.
I heard of bein' dope but yo this beat's the mover.
The choreographer causin' the funky, dope maneuvers.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
Ed OG from the 1st album
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips
Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse
Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus
I'm back again to test your reflexes
Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay
And it's 2 clips, I get out the play
Fo a few chips, I get out and spray
Psycho Les-
It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick
Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH!
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
Now you want to press rewind
illustrating
description giving
adjective expert
But I really want to use the last four:
Rest, to let my rhyme digest into my brain.
To sustain and cultivate it.
Take a penny for my thoughts from copper I gold plate it.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
2 artists, same song, great opening lines:
at the end of the day i don't hit the arcade,
i walk from school to my moms apartment,
i got to tell the suckas everyday "don't start it",
asked me to says some MC rhyme,
so i said this rhyme I'm about to say.
The rhyme was def so I went this way
my favorite chorus is from that lp:
sometimes i feel like a nut...
...and sometimes i don't
duh-duh-duh-da
(repeat)
My na, my name, my name is the Pos-Duh
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
Salu, salute, salutes with the tap dance
the funk, the funk funky funky stuff I bring