What happened?

Jonny_Paycheck

Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our heels?When we just cop them things homie, the chromey wheelsBoth arms are chunky the sleeves on chillAny given times 100 G's in your grillDon't talk to me bout MC's got skillzHe's alright but he's not realJay-Z's that deal, with seeds in the fieldNever fear for war, hog, squeeze that steelFuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with meYou gotta lil' dough that cool with meYou gotta little cars little jewelriesBut none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with meYou know the wrist frostbit minus two degreesBout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the VHat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?Nigga shipped two million, then I blew to threeThen I skated to four, before I went on tourI came back and it's plainY'all niggaz ain't rappin the sameFuck the flow y'all jackin our slangI seen the same shit happen to KaneThree cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild outThe game is ours we'll never foul outY'all just better hope we gracefully bow outThrow your hands upNiggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers fuck thatEverybody - throw ya hands up

Swayze

DJRELAX

Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our heels?
When we just cop them things homie, the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me bout MC's got skillz
He's alright but he's not real
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in the field
Never fear for war, hog, squeeze that steel
Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me
You gotta lil' dough that cool with me
You gotta little cars little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
Nigga shipped two million, then I blew to three
Then I skated to four, before I went on tour
I came back and it's plain
Y'all niggaz ain't rappin the same
Fuck the flow y'all jackin our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild out
The game is ours we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up
Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers fuck that
Everybody - throw ya hands up

You know how Mac come through on the club tip
E'rybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you want to
We hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin head on the floor, while you grindin freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in the club
Told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin shit
'til they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up

LordNO

Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out

Todays NYT article on the conflicted grown man rap of 'Kingdom Come':

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/19/arts/music/19sann.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1

Young_Phonics

There's a hole in the ozone layer
I'm rippin vampires
You think I give a fuck
Who's the biggest player
Or who's got the fattest bank roll
What is it if a man gains the world
And lose his own soul?
Bioengineered mutated chickens
Niggaz lickin' one another
Brother killin' brother
And you demon muthafuckas
Start coastal rivalries
The worlds greatest lust is jewelery
Mind Jah lick you with disease
So I inflict MC's like Ebola
Or some other man made cancer
Fuck a two-hundred dollar sweater
We need to try and reach the niggaz
On the corner
But all we do is create drug dealers
Envy then creates murderers
Diamond rings, pretty hoes
Fat chains, expensive things
Just watch which way
Ya burner swings in this world of...

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Chemical warfare
The telephoner acts like he lives here
The goverment is putting madd shit in the air
Projects are strategically set-up
In the case that shit you up
They easily blown up
[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Poisonous gases
The so-called righteous help for the masses
But it's them that judge their own asses
Knowing what thier task is
But still receding, ass backwards
Do you need to ask me who the devil is
Some may call it showbizz
I just call 'em hipocrites
'Cause they don't teach the children shit positive
Like how a man should live
They only focus on the negative
So they're stuck in the ghetto
While you drive a car and got a condo
It's all for the dolo
It's killing your own people
profits greater than (?Peneco?)
Forget about whats equal
In this world of...

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Artifically inseminated
White bitches have babies most black youth are incarcerated
In the ghetto babies having babies but no loot
So most pregnancies are terminated
Warlocks keep the covernant
And the souls of the ignorant ones empower it
It's transparent
You see Uncle Sam as your parent
When Amerikkka has beef you jump up to defend it
But you can still be a defendant
Ask my co-defendant
And we're both innocent
Every black man in Amerikkka faces imprisonment
Ridicule, and torment
But in this tournament
The chosen few shall be triumphant
And the devil will be decapitated
So you can keep your (?duckets?)
And your (?dressing?), I wont be emasculated
In this world of...

(Chorus)

faux_rillz

There's a hole in the ozone layer
I'm rippin vampires
You think I give a fuck
Who's the biggest player
Or who's got the fattest bank roll
What is it if a man gains the world
And lose his own soul?
Bioengineered mutated chickens
Niggaz lickin' one another
Brother killin' brother
And you demon muthafuckas
Start coastal rivalries
The worlds greatest lust is jewelery
Mind Jah lick you with disease
So I inflict MC's like Ebola
Or some other man made cancer
Fuck a two-hundred dollar sweater
We need to try and reach the niggaz
On the corner
But all we do is create drug dealers
Envy then creates murderers
Diamond rings, pretty hoes
Fat chains, expensive things
Just watch which way
Ya burner swings in this world of...

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Chemical warfare
The telephoner acts like he lives here
The goverment is putting madd shit in the air
Projects are strategically set-up
In the case that shit you up
They easily blown up
[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Poisonous gases
The so-called righteous help for the masses
But it's them that judge their own asses
Knowing what thier task is
But still receding, ass backwards
Do you need to ask me who the devil is
Some may call it showbizz
I just call 'em hipocrites
'Cause they don't teach the children shit positive
Like how a man should live
They only focus on the negative
So they're stuck in the ghetto
While you drive a car and got a condo
It's all for the dolo
It's killing your own people
profits greater than (?Peneco?)
Forget about whats equal
In this world of...

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Artifically inseminated
White bitches have babies most black youth are incarcerated
In the ghetto babies having babies but no loot
So most pregnancies are terminated
Warlocks keep the covernant
And the souls of the ignorant ones empower it
It's transparent
You see Uncle Sam as your parent
When Amerikkka has beef you jump up to defend it
But you can still be a defendant
Ask my co-defendant
And we're both innocent
Every black man in Amerikkka faces imprisonment
Ridicule, and torment
But in this tournament
The chosen few shall be triumphant
And the devil will be decapitated
So you can keep your (?duckets?)
And your (?dressing?), I wont be emasculated
In this world of...

(Chorus)

Jeezus, that schitt is wack!

faux_rillz

I don???t think it???s meant to be
For she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly at 23 I would probably love my work than I did she
So we ain???t we, it???s me and her
Cause what she prefers over me is work
And that???s where we defer, so I have to give her
Free time???even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it???s deserved
You???ve been put on this earth to be all you can be like the reserves
And me? My timing is on me it serves
So I have to allow she, HER, time to serve
The time???s now for her, in time she???ll mature
And maybe we can be we again, like we were
Finally, my time???s too short to share
And I ask her now it aint fair...

batmon

faux_rillz

You???ve been put on this earth to be all you can be like the reserves

I still can't believe he said that.

"Girl, singing talent is a terrible thing to waste, like the United Negro College fund!"

mylatency

Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out

Todays NYT article on the conflicted grown man rap of 'Kingdom Come':

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/19/arts/music/19sann.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1

"Jay-Z said he was inspired by Portishead"

BreakSelf

You???ve been put on this earth to be all you can be like the reserves

I still can't believe he said that.

"Girl, singing talent is a terrible thing to waste, like the United Negro College fund!"

Hahhaha. That line killed me too.

"Mami, don't let success pollute our alliance, like the National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences"

pcmr

"Mami, don't let success pollute our alliance, like the National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences"

HAHAHAHA!

yall aint ready for these grown man 'phors