I don't really get some people's posts in this thread: does "poetic" = rhyming? Plenty of poetry concentrates far less on rhyming (and rhythm for that matter) than hip-hop does.
The artists I would recomend to dude would be Saul Williams and Sage Francis - and yes, in that order.
you beat me to it. If this dude really loves language then these 2 are the ones to not to watch for. The shit they do w/ the english language is trully sad.
Dude, I am serious! Someone who is interested in language and poetry could do a whole lot worse that checking for Cam and Juelz. They are like post modern as fuck. The whole trick is it sounds like ignorant bullshit unless you are really paying attention. That's the beauty of it.
yeah, like that why song. Whyyy whyyy whyyy did he have to get on that bike instead of in his Ferarri?
Well, because he's a fucktard, that's why.
I've been really paying attention lately and I've really gotten into the guys from Ugly Duckling's flows. I know some people haven't gotten into some of their lyrical content but I swear if you listen to their rhyme style it's just smooooooth...
and they never ask why. Why is he up north and he's better than Jordan? Well, because he raped a 12 year old. Whoops.
What album is this on? Here are some examples of cool Cam lyrics from the last record:
"Family Ties"[/b]
Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me
[Chorus - Nicole Wray:] We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry "dipset Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step To the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"
From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you Get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin' Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network Dipset family ties
[Chorus]
They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me put Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!
[Chorus]
"More Gangsta Music"[/b] (feat. Juelz Santana)
[Intro] Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana C'mon. Lets Do It Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Everywhere jeah, jeah Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah) I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah) What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah) You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah) They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah) And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!
[Hook] I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye! We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah! Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here Jeah jeah jeah jeah!
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye) Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye) I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye) You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye) I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye) You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye) I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye) I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay I'm movin movin movin (jeah) Y'all losin losin losin (aye)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo I chill though, pippin in the Range All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved wit they fam (who) Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who) Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who) Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who) Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who) Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you
[Hook]
"Killa Cam"[/b]
[Voice] Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam
[Cam'ron]
[Verse 1]
With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay killa kam my lord Still the man with pants Scrill fam oh boy They want neuter me They want tutor me The hooligan in hoolahands Maneuvering is nothin new to me Doggy i'm from the land of crime Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or mc When i say hammertime Beef i'm hammer mine When i get my hands on nines If i had on bammerline Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgandy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like Winnipeg Gemstones flinstones You could say i'm friends with fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me Bitches say i'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy
[Chorus]
[Voice] Kill kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam
[Verse 2]
I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up I do both who am i to fuck tradition up So i parked in a tow-away zone Chrome i dont care I'll call it throwaway homes Welcome to harlem Where you welcome to problems Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings Canabuy banks Stand out like puty tanks Soon as the studie sings That when the tudy sing Bang bang came from that movie rang Snap crack jewelry bling Flat jack who he bring Clack clack cooley ring Bad rap cuties claim Ascap put em in the river I'm the sushi king And i'm keep it fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir please confess Just say he's the best
[Chorus]
How dope is this Teach you how to rope a chick What you want Coke or piff I got it all smoke or sniff And you know my drift Used to figures doe and shit You a roosted bitch Just a roasted bitch And i roast ya bitch That how i usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they gucci cleanse We the moody gucci louie and pucci men A skada prada The chopper it got the uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds i knew Flip birds Birds gang It was birds i flew And word i flew Or herb i grew I would serve on stoops Now it swerve in coupes
[Chorus]
"Down And Out"[/b] (feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)] Uh Killa Baby Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on)
[Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders we meditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face She dealing with Killa so you love her taste She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior star-spangled banner Car game bananas Ma man and Tana Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers He's back
[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) Yeah they say he (down, down) Yeah they say he (down and out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh)
[Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me And 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary Accessories my closet's pet cemetery I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris Ow
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face bury It's I who come by drive thru Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at mami eyes blue five two I approached her "hi boo, how you?" Tony skin Louis oh you fly too You a stewardess good ma I fly too Now a nigga got baking to bey Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron talking] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis Chicago of course Westside holla at me Southside wild honeys You know what it is Ohio Columbus holla at ya boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
"Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2"[/b]
[Intro] BITCH! Uh! Killa! Uh! Dipset Bitch! The Union(Uh huh!) Harlem! Killa! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Part 2!
[Verse 1] I be like Move........Get out the way Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one Now I know alotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done dee I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+ No rubber sold, hardwood bastard Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+ Killa! Uh! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda The dudes with the Qs be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's truly lava, who knew we prosper The game's a bitch, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah Santana, Zeek the koofie popper We the movie shotta! But it's really rude boys and rosters When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa I wish my homie could watch me Live happy days like Tony and Chachi I stay lonely and cocky (DICE!!!) Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em
[Bridge] Killa! Talkin' Tough? (Yo!), Smokin' Dust (Whoa!) Fuck with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!) Fuck with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
[Verse 2] Killa! Yo uh.. (Leave me alone....I just like to live my life) I spend days on kawasakis Nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski I style on New York, power my fort Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+ I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+ But I don't say Feed Me Seymour I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor (Billions!) Epic, they used to feed me detours (Pfft!) Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4 You GS3? I'm GS4 You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward Up in the sky on th
e Gulf Stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+ And ya section know when any day Techs could blow Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe Killa! Dipset Bitch!
Alright now if this shit isn't the best poetry I've heard in the rap game in years I don't know what is. Granted it's not your typical shit w/ standard cadence and meter and rhyme scheme, it's better than that it moving things forward it's avant garde and post modern not stale and static. If people spit shit like this at those lame ass poetry readings I'd be ther in a flash. This is fun w/ the english languge. This is ground breaking, most of that other shit people are listing is status quo. Now does this guy like to see the boundaries of language pushed or does he just want omer of the same? I didn't sdit these by the way so I'm sure ther are some mistakes as there usually are on on-line music transcriptions.
What album is this on? Here are some examples of cool Cam lyrics from the last record:
"Family Ties"[/b]
Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me
[Chorus - Nicole Wray:] We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry "dipset Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step To the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"
From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you Get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin' Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network Dipset family ties
[Chorus]
They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me put Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!
[Chorus]
"More Gangsta Music"[/b] (feat. Juelz Santana)
[Intro] Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana C'mon. Lets Do It Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Everywhere jeah, jeah Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah) I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah) What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah) You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah) They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah) And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!
[Hook] I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye! We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah! Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here Jeah jeah jeah jeah!
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye) Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye) I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye) You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye) I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye) You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye) I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye) I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay I'm movin movin movin (jeah) Y'all losin losin losin (aye)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo I chill though, pippin in the Range All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved wit they fam (who) Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who) Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who) Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who) Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who) Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you
[Hook]
"Killa Cam"[/b]
[Voice] Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam
[Cam'ron]
[Verse 1]
With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay killa kam my lord Still the man with pants Scrill fam oh boy They want neuter me They want tutor me The hooligan in hoolahands Maneuvering is nothin new to me Doggy i'm from the land of crime Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or mc When i say hammertime Beef i'm hammer mine When i get my hands on nines If i had on bammerline Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgandy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like Winnipeg Gemstones flinstones You could say i'm friends with fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me Bitches say i'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy
[Chorus]
[Voice] Kill kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam
[Verse 2]
I'm from where nicky barns got rich a
s fuck Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up I do both who am i to fuck tradition up So i parked in a tow-away zone Chrome i dont care I'll call it throwaway homes Welcome to harlem Where you welcome to problems Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings Canabuy banks Stand out like puty tanks Soon as the studie sings That when the tudy sing Bang bang came from that movie rang Snap crack jewelry bling Flat jack who he bring Clack clack cooley ring Bad rap cuties claim Ascap put em in the river I'm the sushi king And i'm keep it fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir please confess Just say he's the best
[Chorus]
How dope is this Teach you how to rope a chick What you want Coke or piff I got it all smoke or sniff And you know my drift Used to figures doe and shit You a roosted bitch Just a roasted bitch And i roast ya bitch That how i usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they gucci cleanse We the moody gucci louie and pucci men A skada prada The chopper it got the uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds i knew Flip birds Birds gang It was birds i flew And word i flew Or herb i grew I would serve on stoops Now it swerve in coupes
[Chorus]
"Down And Out"[/b] (feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)] Uh Killa Baby Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on)
[Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders we meditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face She dealing with Killa so you love her taste She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior star-spangled banner Car game bananas Ma man and Tana Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers He's back
[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) Yeah they say he (down, down) Yeah they say he (down and out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Ye and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooooh)
[Cam'Ron] I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me And 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary Accessories my closet's pet cemetery I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggaz get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot I go to war old timbs batted boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris Ow
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron] Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face bury It's I who come by drive thru Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at mami eyes blue five two I approached her "hi boo, how you?" Tony skin Louis oh you fly too You a stewardess good ma I fly too Now a nigga got baking to bey Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh Killa
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron talking] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis Chicago of course Westside holla at me Southside wild honeys You know what it is Ohio Columbus holla at ya boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
"Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2"[/b]
[Intro] BITCH! Uh! Killa! Uh! Dipset Bitch! The Union(Uh huh!) Harlem! Killa! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Part 2!
[Verse 1] I be like Move........Get out the way Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one Now I know alotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done dee I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+ No rubber sold, hardwood bastard Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+ Killa! Uh! (Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life) Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda The dudes with the Qs be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's truly lava, who knew we prosper The game's a bitch, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah Santana, Zeek the koofie popper We the movie shotta! But it's really rude boys and rosters When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa I wish my homie could watch me Live happy days like Tony and Chachi I stay lonely and cocky (DICE!!!) Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em
[Bridge] Killa! Talkin' Tough? (Yo!), Smokin' Dust (Whoa!) Fuck with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!) Fuck with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
[Verse 2] Killa! Yo uh.. (Leave me alone....I just like to live my life) I spend days on kawasakis Nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski I style on New York, power my fort Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+ I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+ But I don't say Feed Me Seymour I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor (Billions!) Epic, they used to feed me detours (Pfft!) Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4 You GS3? I'm GS4 You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward Up in t
he sky on the Gulf Stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+ And ya section know when any day Techs could blow Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe Killa! Dipset Bitch!
Alright now if this shit isn't the best poetry I've heard in the rap game in years I don't know what is. Granted it's not your typical shit w/ standard cadence and meter and rhyme scheme, it's better than that it moving things forward it's avant garde and post modern not stale and static. If people spit shit like this at those lame ass poetry readings I'd be ther in a flash. This is fun w/ the english languge. This is ground breaking, most of that other shit people are listing is status quo. Now does this guy like to see the boundaries of language pushed or does he just want omer of the same? I didn't sdit these by the way so I'm sure ther are some mistakes as there usually are on on-line music transcriptions.
there are a couple of lines in there... at most. Still not impressed.
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The artists I would recomend to dude would be Saul Williams and Sage Francis - and yes, in that order.
I'd see what he likes and then go from there.
PURE AND UTTER GENIUS!!!!
SALT TO A SLUG!
Sorry man- I heard one of this guy's albums playing at the record store recently and it was some of the most offensively bad rapping I'd ever heard
I couldn't believe it was him because I know this dude sells records
The first guy that popped to mind for me was E-40
takin a dump in the mediterranean
ha ha. i dont know what song this comes from but its one of my favorite lines in an e40 song.
Who's Mike Jones?
Each to their own I guess
yeah, like that why song. Whyyy whyyy whyyy did he have to get on that bike instead of in his Ferarri?
Well, because he's a fucktard, that's why.
I've been really paying attention lately and I've really gotten into the guys from Ugly Duckling's flows. I know some people haven't gotten into some of their lyrical content but I swear if you listen to their rhyme style it's just smooooooth...
and they never ask why. Why is he up north and he's better than Jordan? Well, because he raped a 12 year old. Whoops.
"Family Ties"[/b]
Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need
To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order
Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right
Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click
Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the
Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya
Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the
Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me
[Chorus - Nicole Wray:]
We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry "dipset
Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step
To the side that's why they call us "family ties" "dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"
From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom
Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside
Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there
Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you
Get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'
Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two
Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe
That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap
Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell
Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network
Dipset family ties
[Chorus]
They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder
Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra
Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore
Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the
Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them
Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me put
Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry
And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!
[Chorus]
"More Gangsta Music"[/b]
(feat. Juelz Santana)
[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set
Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
C'mon. Lets Do It
Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Everywhere jeah, jeah
Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah
Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah)
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah)
What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah)
You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)
Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!)
Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)
Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh)
And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah)
Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz
I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah)
They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah)
And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah)
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers
More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!
[Hook]
I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye!
We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah!
Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so
Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here
Jeah jeah jeah jeah!
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye)
Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye)
I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye)
You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye)
I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye)
You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye)
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye)
I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye)
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
They DTP's deep throat professionals
My D.I.P.'s we so professional
Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale
We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake
Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
I'm movin movin movin (jeah)
Y'all losin losin losin (aye)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe
I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low
Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo
I chill though, pippin in the Range
All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)
Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)
Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)
Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)
Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket
I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you
[Hook]
"Killa Cam"[/b]
[Voice]
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam
[Cam'ron]
[Verse 1]
With the goons i spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbaya
Kumbyay killa kam my lord
Still the man with pants
Scrill fam oh boy
They want neuter me
They want tutor me
The hooligan in hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin new to me
Doggy i'm from the land of crime
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or mc
When i say hammertime
Beef i'm hammer mine
When i get my hands on nines
If i had on bammerline
Cordourys kam will shine
Canary burgandy
I call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em lemonheads
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like Winnipeg
Gemstones flinstones
You could say i'm friends with fred
You want happy scrappy
I got pataki at me
Bitches say i'm tacky daddy
Range look like laffy taffy
[Chorus]
[Voice]
Kill kam
Killa kam
Killa kam
Killa killa
Killa kam
[Verse 2]
I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
So i parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome i dont care
I'll call it throwaway homes
Welcome to harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
Canabuy banks
Stand out like puty tanks
Soon as the studie sings
That when the tudy sing
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling
Flat jack who he bring
Clack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And i'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the best
[Chorus]
How dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want
Coke or piff
I got it all smoke or sniff
And you know my drift
Used to figures doe and shit
You a roosted bitch
Just a roasted bitch
And i roast ya bitch
That how i usually am
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they gucci cleanse
We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
A skada prada
The chopper it got the uzi lens
Bird's eye view
The birds i knew
Flip birds
Birds gang
It was birds i flew
And word i flew
Or herb i grew
I would serve on stoops
Now it swerve in coupes
[Chorus]
"Down And Out"[/b]
(feat. Kanye West, Syleena Johnson)
[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]
Uh Killa
Baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)
(Killa, Ye, come on)
[Cam'Ron]
Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders we meditated
Absurd I hesitated
Observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
Ma man and Tana
Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers
He's back
[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)
But our flow's the truest (oh)
The game's in a nuisance (no no)
Our girls is the models (oh)
They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)
Yeah they say he (down, down)
Yeah they say he (down and out)
Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)
Money back on my mind (no no)
Ye and Killa Cam (oh)
The world is mine (ooooh)
[Cam'Ron]
I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+
Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head
Cop me And 1s hon lime and red
You got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
All my niggaz get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
I go to war old timbs batted boots
Hand grenade goggles and a parachute
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet
It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit
You don't know bout the cases I get
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris
Ow
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron]
Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit
My bitches pure thick
Play razor tag slice ya face bury
It's I who come by drive thru
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at mami eyes blue five two
I approached her "hi boo, how you?"
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too
You a stewardess good ma I fly too
Now a nigga got baking to bey
Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away
Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's
Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake
I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape
For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo
I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so
Uh Killa
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron talking]
Mine
Killa you already know Harlem
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis
Chicago of course
Westside holla at me
Southside wild honeys
You know what it is Ohio
Columbus holla at ya boy
You know what else I do
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
"Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2"[/b]
[Intro]
BITCH! Uh!
Killa! Uh!
Dipset Bitch!
The Union(Uh huh!)
Harlem! Killa!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life)
Part 2!
[Verse 1]
I be like Move........Get out the way
Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay
And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!)
Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!)
It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, yours attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun
I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy
Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun
But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one
Now I know alotta styles, some see
But listen, stop it child it's a done dee
I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one vee
Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, hardwood bastard
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood Classic+
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to live my life)
Uh, That shit you talk don't move me nadda
The dudes with the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and choppers
It's truly lava, who knew we prosper
The game's a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah
Santana, Zeek the koofie popper
We the movie shotta!
But it's really rude boys and rosters
When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa
I wish my homie could watch me
Live happy days like Tony and Chachi
I stay lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
Rollin' and rollin' 'em
Cars, the repo are towin' 'em
Acts black, we totally total 'em
Even blood, he totally totaled it
Plus his life, he totally totaled it
But any girl I get I totally open 'em
Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em
[Bridge]
Killa!
Talkin' Tough? (Yo!), Smokin' Dust (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
He talkin' fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
[Verse 2]
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone....I just like to live my life)
I spend days on kawasakis
Nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on New York, power my fort
Dips, consorted by the sun, ? York
Doggie, cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes
God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate
I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+
I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+
But I don't say Feed Me Seymour
I say Feed me Dame, Feed me Leeyor (Billions!)
Epic, they used to feed me detours (Pfft!)
Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4
The way I blow up, the VS Gizz 4
You GS3? I'm GS4
You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward
Up in the sky on th e Gulf Stream tour
You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass down on God's Green Floor
We playin' Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you gotta respect it tho
I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+
And ya section know when any day Techs could blow
Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come deck ya hoe
Killa! Dipset Bitch!
Alright now if this shit isn't the best poetry I've heard in the rap game in years I don't know what is. Granted it's not your typical shit w/ standard cadence and meter and rhyme scheme, it's better than that it moving things forward it's avant garde and post modern not stale and static. If people spit shit like this at those lame ass poetry readings I'd be ther in a flash. This is fun w/ the english languge. This is ground breaking, most of that other shit people are listing is status quo. Now does this guy like to see the boundaries of language pushed or does he just want omer of the same? I didn't sdit these by the way so I'm sure ther are some mistakes as there usually are on on-line music transcriptions.
there are a couple of lines in there... at most. Still not impressed.
Xinco.
Micah9.
Saul Williams
i have nothing to add, just thought that picture was crappy.