This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM! It's the world's most amaaazing blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Critically acclaimed criminals to blame Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin with Lil' Fame
Trae and Z-Ro - Still Watchin' [Z-Ro] They told me, if you feel me Fuck a record label, and a negotiation they trying to deal me They watching me to close, and trying to play me Make a nigga Unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a Swayze Patrick peep my hat trick, but I ain't an magician Even though I've been known, to make people and guns come up missing Witness, my disappearing act Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still selling crack Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love I'm your partna, why I come second to bitches and drugs So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out When I'm rich, I still flip in the truck and slide out Y'all done made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood with Trae Them Maab niggaz have arrived, Z-Ro, Boss and Jay
SUC - Screwed Up Click
[Verse Two: H.A.W.K.] Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick You punk bitch, you criss switchas steal our shit I'ma come down, I'ma come through We came down and through since 1992 I'm a protege of Screw, one of the hardest ones Put you on a cavilary and a dangerous tongue I'm the mouthpiece of the Southeast, on weak niggaz high feast Back back, gimme 50 feet, or I shall reach your piece Better stay out of my reach, and stop stealing my lines Niggaz singin my songs like old school nursery rhymes Yall niggaz far behind, I can see you in my rear view I can spit a punch line and smash your whole crew Yall boys is boo-boo, and yall boys is so through That shit yall do make a nigga boo-boo I drive these niggaz cuckoo, really ricka voo-doo Representin Screw-zoo like Lil' Flip and Bahdoo
What What - you stupid muthafuck - is you crazy? I'm liggity loading my clip about the flip - get Swazye I'm ready to light 'em up from 4 fifth to stenston hill so I tightens up the hoodie so no one can see the grill
What What - you stupid muthafuck - is you crazy? I'm liggity loading my clip about the flip - get Swazye I'm ready to light 'em up from 4 fifth to stenston hill so I tightens up the hoodie so no one can see the grill
das efx always came with some ill lines...like the one from that connect 4 commercial---sorry sis...
but classic shit:
'askin me for the ride aint the answer/ you wanna lift you better pick up a transfer'
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight ----
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
I make fresh rhymes, Daily you burn me?..Really? Think just blink and i made a million rhymes Just think if i blinked a million times damn i get paid (pause) i got it made
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands With a machete Im a crazy eddie scissorhands. Born with such a thirst to kill, I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill. Cuttin bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks. So in a battle I be stabbin,choppin mcs like trees, Piece-by-piece buildin cabins. Im a maniac magician, abra cadabra, Makin pain appear cuz im-a grab arusty chain to make a noose To choke your ass so hard, youre spittin fuckin adams apple juice. So come check the magic show by deshawn, And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand. Turnin your home to a casket, Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard. Cuz I love to keep mcs sufferin, Beggin for big, heavy bags of bufferin. Baseball battin em, splattin em, So many homicide records, my cases went platinum. Dshawn is nice; Known for givin out head cracks without touchin dice. Just pain and punishment from the boogie down bronxter... Dshawn the maniac street mobster.
b/w
[Bushwick Bill] I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie 5th Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me Cause I'm known to pull your skull out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out I'm insane by a longshot, hey Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts Drop you dead in your bed now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin Freddy and Jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin So welcome to the Slaughterhouse trance 5th Ward Texas Chuckie's Concentration Camp You punk motherfuckers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin head
"so how's that from the mind of a thug nigga? bought a 45 cause i heard that the slug's bigger figure the first muthafucka that jump find himself getting swept off his feet by the pump i put that on my moms word to the muthafucking trigger before i go broke i'll be a drug dealer"
98 freestyle [Big L] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit Aight check it out
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head {*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (YEAH!) So what you actin for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz and rob every last one of you niggaz
[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?) [Big L] I'm TIRED [Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
this has been in my head all day..there are pleanty..but this one I am going to get out of my system:
A 100 Miles and Runnin!MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - Is one of the main reasons,I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank - They can kizz my black "azz". I didn't stutter when I said "fuck Tha Police".'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'!!!
What What - you stupid muthafuck - is you crazy? I'm liggity loading my clip about the flip - get Swazye I'm ready to light 'em up from 4 fifth to stenston hill so I tightens up the hoodie so no one can see the grill
HARD LIKE A CRIMINAL, right? daaaam, one of my favorite das-efx songs.
no classic Cube verses up in this piece?
and dag, with all the caucasians on this board i'd think at least one of ya'll would have the decency to invoke the name of Slim Shady
Im a motherfucker I put a bitch through a test. If she dont pass, she dont get blessed! If the test consist of Fuckin my whole crew Well bitch, goddamnit thats what you gotta do. You say you want to be down with Willie-D But yet you find it difficult to listen to me Everytime you fuck up and skip a class Ima put my goddamn foot in your ass And if your father wants to buck up Ill beat the wrinkles out the old motherfucker I treat a bitch like a queen, But she's got to realize Im the goddamn king Some jealous punk in town Told my girl I was fucking around and shes still down. To do the same Youve got to have game You want to know my name? ? ?
Man, Prodigy's "Rock you in your face" line is hard because it's so visual...that shit hurts me every time. Ghost's "I love gats" is pretty fucking hard just because it's hilarious. If hardness is judged by misogyny, which sometimes it seems to be, RZA's Domestic Violence takes the cake...I'd say way more than Kool G and Ak's break a bitch neck just because it's such a better song. Hit 'em Up may take the cake for sheer audacity and forthrightness in a battle. He just took it so straight to Biggie...even though I hate the song.
Been on this planet for twenty five years and still strong / the world's rotten like the veins in my father's arm
-Tragedy
I don't hate you, I despise you/ I call you cocksucker 'cause it decribes you
-Cormega
Whoever opposes me, and what I feel might find their legs bein replaced by steel This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death so there won't be a lot of suckers left I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth huh, and dare you to riff or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up in a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch I got you screamin like a bitch I took your microphone, you can't get it back because your rap was wack I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank and takin money to the bank
700 volts holds rap to a standstill Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
Can't put shit past him Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man Stand close to his main man like a chain gang
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you
When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick At the Garden, true, that's the god in me, pardon you
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number 17, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
the super villain- cooler than a million i be chillin still quick to slice squares like sicilian dont make me have to hurt them feelins ill ruin you in the dirt that i be doin in my dealins sendin spirits through the ceilin'- chrome peelin'- dome blown within the comforts of your own home
Zoinks, this place is filled with pretender willies One false move and get broke off like end of Phillies True believers ain't nothin new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh Rhyme of the month two page long Bustin off two gauges with my cape gone wrong
freehand mental sketches i jot down on canvases of rhythm reflecting images of a broke down system of things that seems all fucked up sucked up life's negative aspects to spit dope verses on cassettes to make my assets...
MURS "freehand" 1997. the whole verse really
that and his entire "for the record" verse too
excerpts
"...when i touch down on tracks make you're whole crew collapse like households introduced to crack..."
"...ever bring a man to tears after ripping his ass in front of his peers? that's the shit i live for and that's why you live in fear of a man know only as MURS Making U Recognize and Submit after only one verse wake up show wouldn't play it even without the curse you've gotta kiss they ass first but i bet they stop all that politickin when they get they ass kicked by MURS my aim was never to play games on some parker brothers shit been on some dark and other shit for a while now the style now seems to be independent and well conected fuck that my family stays independent and well respected...etc"
Thinkin of a bitch I could be hittin, for no salary So I called Valerie, found out the bitch was babysittin The baby's parents went to Europe; and I could see her now suckin my dick and lickin my nut like it was maple syrup She said, "Come over I'm alone" And I was knockin at the door before the bitch hung up the phone "Hey whassup baby? You know I miss you" "Whassup?" Yeah that's some shit you gotta say to get your dick into the pussy tissue Went in the house and had a seat The little boy put fifty motherfuckin toys by my feet Smashin up my ankles with Tonka jeeps I wish this little motherfucker'd take his ass to sleep Now my leg got crazy scratches I said, "Here, you wanna play?" I gave his ass a book of matches (Hey!) I couldn't even get a rap Without this little motherfucker jumpin his ass into my bitch's lap I started rubbin on her curves But I'm mad because this little brat is gettin on my nerves I pulled the bitch up by her hair "What's the matter baby?" "Aiyyo, whydon'tcha get rid of little man?" "Alright baby" She took me to a room that was dark "Hey, come in here" I was undressin on the way to get a head start And then I let the door shut Lifted up her skirt and started feelin on the whore's butt Suckin on her titties like candy Five minutes later had her comin in her panties Now she's ready for the dick "Yo you ready bitch?" (mmm-hmm) "Well first, take a lick!" Down on her knees is where she dropped Suckin on and suckin on and suckin on my cock Bust that nut, that's what I'm hopin Then yo, all of a sudden, the door flew wide open What the hell is this about? *child crying* She jumped up in a flash and took my dick out of her mouth Yeah, the little nigga's throwin a fit Talkin about he's hungry and shit "Wait a minute baby, let me get up so I can feed him" But I felt like takin off my belt and beat him He already gave my leg a cut Now the little bastard is fuckin up my nut She, didn't even get the lead off So I picked up one of his Ninja Turtle dolls and pulled the head off
"cappin em in the ba-a-brain with my nuh-uh-nine never woulda thu-a-thought i'd be gettin mine now i'm on the ruh-a-run cause i took his cash had to bust a cuh-a-cap in his fuckin ass the niggety nuh-a-nuh-a nine wuh-a-went bang it was a guh-a-guh-a-ghetto thu-a-thu-a thang..."
freehand mental sketches i jot down on canvases of rhythm reflecting images of a broke down system of things that seems all fucked up sucked up life's negative aspects to spit dope verses on cassettes to make my assets...
MURS "freehand" 1997. the whole verse really
that and his entire "for the record" verse too
excerpts
"...when i touch down on tracks make you're whole crew collapse like households introduced to crack..."
"...ever bring a man to tears after ripping his ass in front of his peers? that's the shit i live for and that's why you live in fear of a man know only as MURS Making U Recognize and Submit after only one verse wake up show wouldn't play it even without the curse you've gotta kiss they ass first but i bet they stop all that politickin when they get they ass kicked by MURS my aim was never to play games on some parker brothers shit been on some dark and other shit for a while now the style now seems to be independent and well conected fuck that my family stays independent and well respected...etc"
[i]Now 99% of these motherfuckers out here don't know shit about selling their own tape But give these n*ggas a deal, they bad like Superman without the cape...WAIT!
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yeah, funny thing though---i was thinking of dude from the BUMS on 'Take a Look Around'----guess he bit phife huh??
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons
Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM!
It's the world's most amaaazing
blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
Critically acclaimed criminals to blame
Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin with Lil' Fame
Fizzy Wo!!
[Z-Ro]
They told me, if you feel me
Fuck a record label, and a negotiation they trying to deal me
They watching me to close, and trying to play me
Make a nigga Unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a Swayze
Patrick peep my hat trick, but I ain't an magician
Even though I've been known, to make people and guns come up missing
Witness, my disappearing act
Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still selling crack
Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D
All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G
I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love
I'm your partna, why I come second to bitches and drugs
So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out
When I'm rich, I still flip in the truck and slide out
Y'all done made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood with Trae
Them Maab niggaz have arrived, Z-Ro, Boss and Jay
SUC - Screwed Up Click
[Verse Two: H.A.W.K.]
Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
You punk bitch, you criss switchas steal our shit
I'ma come down, I'ma come through
We came down and through since 1992
I'm a protege of Screw, one of the hardest ones
Put you on a cavilary and a dangerous tongue
I'm the mouthpiece of the Southeast, on weak niggaz high feast
Back back, gimme 50 feet, or I shall reach your piece
Better stay out of my reach, and stop stealing my lines
Niggaz singin my songs like old school nursery rhymes
Yall niggaz far behind, I can see you in my rear view
I can spit a punch line and smash your whole crew
Yall boys is boo-boo, and yall boys is so through
That shit yall do make a nigga boo-boo
I drive these niggaz cuckoo, really ricka voo-doo
Representin Screw-zoo like Lil' Flip and Bahdoo
but classic shit:
'askin me for the ride aint the answer/ you wanna lift you better pick up a transfer'
Treacherous MC
Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight
----
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
you burn me?..Really?
Think just blink and i made a million rhymes
Just think if i blinked a million times
damn i get paid
(pause)
i got it made
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete Im a crazy eddie scissorhands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin,choppin mcs like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin cabins.
Im a maniac magician, abra cadabra,
Makin pain appear cuz im-a grab arusty chain to make a noose
To choke your ass so hard, youre spittin fuckin adams apple juice.
So come check the magic show by deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin your home to a casket,
Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard.
Cuz I love to keep mcs sufferin,
Beggin for big, heavy bags of bufferin.
Baseball battin em, splattin em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
Dshawn is nice;
Known for givin out head cracks without touchin dice.
Just pain and punishment from the boogie down bronxter...
Dshawn the maniac street mobster.
b/w
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie
5th Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead in your bed now I'm ready for a long fuck
Necromance that ass for a minute
And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished
You punk bitches be retreatin
Freddy and Jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin
So welcome to the Slaughterhouse trance
5th Ward Texas Chuckie's Concentration Camp
You punk motherfuckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin head
bought a 45 cause i heard that the slug's bigger
figure the first muthafucka that jump
find himself getting swept off his feet by the pump
i put that on my moms
word to the muthafucking trigger
before i go broke i'll be a drug dealer"
"im comin' at ya with an axe hit you in your leg now you hop"
98 freestyle
[Big L]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit
Aight check it out
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
Fuckin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
and rob every last one of you niggaz
[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)
[Big L] I'm TIRED
[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
A 100 Miles and Runnin!MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons,I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black "azz".
I didn't stutter when I said "fuck Tha Police".'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'!!!
har yar
hip...
hop...
get wilder than a rapist in a catholic all girl school.
Yo I'm not in the mood son so don't push me tonight/
plus i fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
HARD LIKE A CRIMINAL, right? daaaam, one of my favorite das-efx songs.
no classic Cube verses up in this piece?
and dag, with all the caucasians on this board i'd think at least one of ya'll would have the decency to invoke the name of Slim Shady
Jewels not juice.
I put a bitch through a test.
If she dont pass, she dont get blessed!
If the test consist of
Fuckin my whole crew
Well bitch, goddamnit thats what you gotta do.
You say you want to be down with Willie-D
But yet you find it difficult to listen to me
Everytime you fuck up and skip a class
Ima put my goddamn foot in your ass
And if your father wants to buck up
Ill beat the wrinkles out the old motherfucker
I treat a bitch like a queen,
But she's got to realize Im the goddamn king
Some jealous punk in town
Told my girl I was fucking around and shes still down.
To do the same
Youve got to have game
You want to know my name? ? ?
-Tragedy
I don't hate you, I despise you/ I call you cocksucker 'cause it decribes you
-Cormega
Whoever opposes me, and what I feel
might find their legs bein replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
so there won't be a lot of suckers left
I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth
huh, and dare you to riff
or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up
in a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease
Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin like a bitch
I took your microphone, you can't get it back
because your rap was wack
I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank
and takin money to the bank
-Freddie Foxxx
Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
Can't put shit past him
Got niggas on his own team
mad enough to blast him
Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man
Stand close to his main man like a chain gang
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you
When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick
At the Garden, true, that's the god in me, pardon you
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
the super villain-
cooler than a million
i be chillin
still quick to slice squares like sicilian
dont make me have to hurt them feelins
ill ruin you in the dirt that i be doin in my dealins
sendin spirits through the ceilin'-
chrome peelin'-
dome blown
within the comforts of your own home
Zoinks, this place is filled with pretender willies
One false move and get broke off like end of Phillies
True believers ain't nothin new to a
Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh
Rhyme of the month two page long
Bustin off two gauges with my cape gone wrong
reflecting images of a broke down system of things
that seems all fucked up
sucked up life's negative aspects to spit dope verses on cassettes to make my assets...
MURS "freehand" 1997. the whole verse really
that and his entire "for the record" verse too
excerpts
"...when i touch down on tracks
make you're whole crew collapse
like households introduced to crack..."
"...ever bring a man to tears
after ripping his ass in front of his peers?
that's the shit i live for
and that's why you live in fear
of a man know only as MURS
Making U Recognize and Submit after only one verse
wake up show wouldn't play it even without the curse
you've gotta kiss they ass first
but i bet they stop all that politickin
when they get they ass kicked by MURS
my aim was never to play games
on some parker brothers shit
been on some dark and other shit
for a while now
the style now
seems to be independent and well conected
fuck that my family stays independent and well respected...etc"
So I called Valerie, found out the bitch was babysittin
The baby's parents went to Europe; and I could see her now
suckin my dick and lickin my nut like it was maple syrup
She said, "Come over I'm alone"
And I was knockin at the door before the bitch hung up the phone
"Hey whassup baby? You know I miss you" "Whassup?"
Yeah that's some shit you gotta say to get your dick into the pussy tissue
Went in the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin toys by my feet
Smashin up my ankles with Tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd take his ass to sleep
Now my leg got crazy scratches
I said, "Here, you wanna play?" I gave his ass a book of matches (Hey!)
I couldn't even get a rap
Without this little motherfucker jumpin his ass into my bitch's lap
I started rubbin on her curves
But I'm mad because this little brat is gettin on my nerves
I pulled the bitch up by her hair "What's the matter baby?"
"Aiyyo, whydon'tcha get rid of little man?" "Alright baby"
She took me to a room that was dark "Hey, come in here"
I was undressin on the way to get a head start
And then I let the door shut
Lifted up her skirt and started feelin on the whore's butt
Suckin on her titties like candy
Five minutes later had her comin in her panties
Now she's ready for the dick
"Yo you ready bitch?" (mmm-hmm) "Well first, take a lick!"
Down on her knees is where she dropped
Suckin on and suckin on and suckin on my cock
Bust that nut, that's what I'm hopin
Then yo, all of a sudden, the door flew wide open
What the hell is this about? *child crying*
She jumped up in a flash and took my dick out of her mouth
Yeah, the little nigga's throwin a fit
Talkin about he's hungry and shit
"Wait a minute baby, let me get up so I can feed him"
But I felt like takin off my belt and beat him
He already gave my leg a cut
Now the little bastard is fuckin up my nut
She, didn't even get the lead off
So I picked up one of his Ninja Turtle dolls and pulled the head off
G Rap ends all that shit.
-breezly bruin, juggaknots 'jivetalk'
there's gotta be some ice cube to throw up in here...or da lench mob. man, i loved that album for a long time. kool g rap is also noticably absent...
if you want to get gangsta though...
"cappin em in the ba-a-brain with my nuh-uh-nine
never woulda thu-a-thought i'd be gettin mine
now i'm on the ruh-a-run cause i took his cash
had to bust a cuh-a-cap in his fuckin ass
the niggety nuh-a-nuh-a nine wuh-a-went bang
it was a guh-a-guh-a-ghetto thu-a-thu-a thang..."
seriously
known for droppin' new hits
i know you want me, ho
if i was you, i'd want me too, bitch.
[i]Now 99% of these motherfuckers out here don't know shit about selling their own tape
But give these n*ggas a deal, they bad like Superman without the cape...WAIT!