The Illest Rap Thread Ever

[RudolfTheRed]

one of the most gully songs out there... raekwons incarcerated scarfaces..

e looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion

You don't trust me huh?
Well you know why
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway

Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef

Knock niggaz out the box all the time
Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah
Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
Straight up, fuck your whole team
Yeah bust it
Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz

Chorus: Raekwon the Chef

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Thug related style attract millions
Fans, they understand my plan
Who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic

Chorus

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
niggaz lyrics is wack nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin salads
We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a article in RapPage
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

Chorus

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza
Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
Leave the buildin
Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Farigno on coke
Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!

Chorus

...politic ditto
...get lifted in the staircases

 

[zomg1]

Trigga]
Uh, base your eyes on the guy
no kind of worries if I die
so pussy glai try
dangerfield steppin my way
bodies get creamated on a Friday the do or die way
your death threater, sender, head spinner
rap beginner, light dimmer
3 knockout count winner
the gun reacher, bustin shot teacher
your funeral service church preacher
your black hearse coffin seeker
The body polluter, the gat shooter
the Brownsville wild Brooklyn trooper
the cock D mountain mover
the face basher, the mista brain smasher
the ax waxer, the drug money stasher...

[Smoothe]
The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher
the human asthma breath taker
body dump waster
the glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper,
the shot popper, the jock cock glocker
The face splitter, human disgrace getter
the lady shitter, phone joneser
sneak over fuck your babysitter
The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator
the crack supplier, the human drug generator
The honey gamer, the chicken tricker
the slick the long dick pussy sticker
the ready to bust that ass kicker
The track manoeuvre, the box barrier
the off of the dome rapper
the c-74 ox carrier....

[Trigga]
The gun seller, the chest sweller
the stick up smack bank teller
the money-back dweller
The stitch provider, the guess rider
the clip inserter, bullet shooter experter
the man next to murder...

[Smoothe]
The ho disser, the **** man, the I dont want clan
the stunt hitter in 34 days in a month man
the front man, the Brooklyn representer
the beat down center, the two brothers
the hottest niggas out this fuckin winter

[Trigga]
The girl cheaters, the beef ass beaters
the street sweep keeper, the body to concrete meeter
the blood skeeter
The weed smoker, the liver choker
the spot stop broker, the rugged picture poser
the card scrambler,
royal flush same suit brouke the gambler
nasty amateur damaged ya,
snatch masta without the camera

[Smoothe]
Camera, beer guzzeler
the slug to your mug tuzzeler
the drug juggeler, the crazy thug hustler
the Lexus wanter
the chain-ring and bracelet flaunterer
The chamber smoker
the mansion havin sauna soaker
The corner stander, the style crammer
take over spot block commander
the glock on cock handeler
The razor spitter
the fast dough casper getter
the transmitter, North Carolina vagina hitter...

[Trigga]
The Ass kicker, internal heart dark sticker
the red scope body hitter
here to hang wit Digga and a buddha niggas
The trigga happy, father gun call it papi
my gun blow out waves patterns to keep your hair nappy
The to death thinker, M.O.P. bell ringer
how about some hardcore fan singer
the jam swinger...

[Smoothe]
The Nautica wearer, the Karl Kani man
the missed to get jaked, the fly man
notorious ready to die man
the knower killer, the expert slinger
the white girl gang banger
the jesus hanger
the vital kicker, the drug dealer and title stripper
the idol flipper
the cross breaker and bible ripper....

[Trigga]
The black history driver
the racial thinker
The 9 to 9 to 5 offer the jaw sinker
The hell fighter, the revelation writer
the Egyptian spirit inviter
the black body bag tire
The money stasher, the nigga crapper
the a-k-a club basher
my brother gotta record racker

The battle spinner
The grand prize winner
The life and death beginner
the 95 interstate highway to heaven sender
The cocaine cooker, the hooker for your hooker hooker
the 35cents short send my 25's over looker
The rap burner, the Ike the Tina Turner
ass whippin learner, the hitman, the money earner
The tologist without the derma
me and my little brother
The cock me back, bust me off nigga
The undercover
glock to your head pursuer
The Big Daddy Kane, Little Daddy Shane over doer

..Gritty early 90's NYC rap at its finest, these guys where way ahead of there time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzcdmGINcqI

 

[RudolfTheRed]

cash money click get tha fortune... when ja rule could actually rap.. this shit is way ahead of its time too...

eah
Word up
Niggas is out there frontin
Tryin to get the fame
Niggas need to be gettin the money

[Ja Rule]
Don't risk it, Ja Rule's known for makin fat shit
Fully-loaded clip, usin wax for targets
Rattattat, rewind the DAT, black
I got your mind wide open and your wig pushed back
So keep it comin, you don't want none, but you'll get some
Sweatin faggot niggas, got that ass full of cum
Ja live, leavin flatlines through your vital signs
When in disguise I'm a shadow with red eyes
I stay high, layin in the bed, do or die
A stye over my eye made me realize
Life's a scramble with scars and scrapes
You better premeditate for the moves and shake
Cause it's a shakedown, watch me break down on the low
The real is that them fake niggas can't flow
You get moved on and get that ass torn
Out the frame, muthafuckas
For tryin to bring the ruckus

[CHORUS]
Get the fortune, muthafuck the fame
Maintain but never strain flow with the grain

[Nemesis]
52 pick-up's
Oh my God, I shatter niggas, it's a stick-up
Niggas got popped on the block, raise up
19 years young, I'm still wildin
Got more rhymes than combined time of niggas on the Island
So bring the wax, selector, we comin through your sector
Blasted off Tanqueray mixed with peach nectar
Niggas play the good son and I play the killer
Them niggas ??? cause the Click is much iller
[Ja Rule]
Who's next to get they neck broke
Rubberneckin my mic-check, showin niggas no respect
Cause you're chokin off the mic that I left smokin
Hopin that this shit you kick is this potent
Paraphernalia, illegal substance, don't touch this
Parents be advised cause I'm explicit with my lyrics
On some real shit, fuck the bullshit, it's the Click
Representin Woodhull, Hollis Ave., 205th

[CHORUS]

[Ja Rule]
I live and die for my Click, nigga, goin all out for the cause
Protect what's mines and then I take what's yours
During the day rap assassin
Keep MC's off my heels from blastin muthafuckas into fractions
My actions gotta speak louder than words
I'm on the verge of becomin the first nigga that's heard
A lifetime sentence, born and raised to be relentless
Black, get them niggas with a death wish
[Chris Black]
Niggas got me target, blazin mad slugs on a strap
Nem Terror, Ja Rule and Chris Black
3 deadly elements out for the fortune
Ave. cold be scorchin, 9mm storchin
[Ja Rule]
The way I choose to live my life is irrelevant
Smokin weed for the hell of it
With my Click, get the dick
You can't fuck with the foundation
Mic G, CMC, a Top Dawg ??????

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrRWgLdbmCE&feature=related

 

[ARTofMAKINGfire]

Check this video out. A battle gone terribly wrong when big man can't handle the touching... But this skinny kid WON'T give up. Hilarious!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAkirCJvjz4

 

[abirdintheair]

"the game is getting crazy, more crazy then its ever been, Im married to that crazy bitch, call me kevin federline." - lil wayne

 

[Collie Man]

If you dont like this song...I dont like you. This song is sick!
"Winter Warz"
(feat. Masta Killa, U-God, Raekwon, Cappadonna)

It's on..
[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
Ryzarector..


Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm



[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster



[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
of the Wu and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python



[Verse Four: Cappadonna]
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

 

[cesartime]

wow, collie man you brought me back with that one for sure, i had to be just getting into highschool when i first heard that shit and i absolutely fell in love with it, damn i forgot how dope it was. Crazy shit is, i was the only person in my circle that liked that cappadonna verse so much especially the part about the face on the 20 dollar bill.

That was my absolute shit, thanx a million for giving me something to go DL, matter o fact im gonna have to get all my old wu albums back, from the pillage on down..

 

[abirdintheair]

man collie, cappadonna verse was my shiet when that came out, it was my favorite part to the movie "dont get caught drinking gin n juice in the hood" with the wayans, an 80 year old grandma rolling up in a 63 impala hitting switches

 

[inverse]

to me '94, '95, '96 were the dopest years for rap, hands down. most artists made their best work in those years. the list of classic albums from 1995 goes on and on....

best album from 95 was the infamous for sure tho, altho there were many classics.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5_0JRXlzReA

from the 95:

masta ace inc - da answer
http://youtube.com/watch?v=dukWoaBLWko

blahzay blahzay - dont let this rap shit fool you
http://youtube.com/watch?v=jBO1S8E-hPA

Kool g - take em to war
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GB8gDi408Dc

 

[cocktail frank]

first and foremost, rap these days is wack.
maybe its cuz im getting older, i dont know.
lil wayne is prob the only dood i can stand these days.
old school rap is where its at.
85'-00' was raps dominant era.
before it was about murder and big rims.
when rap was a story.
the greatest story telling rappers are gone from us.
biggie, tupac and especially BIG L.
if you dont know who BIG L was, get yer head out from under a rock.
greatest rapper ever imo

 

[Lune TNS]

Big L was awesome. Don't lose hope frank there are still plenty of ill rappers out there, you just gotta look out for them.

Been listening to lots of bronze nazareth lately
http://youtube.com/watch?v=_X9wh-zSvaU

C Rayz Walz
http://youtube.com/watch?v=8p5x04sMc5c

More cannibal ox
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1dRjsaaK7uo

 

[zomg1]

hahah this song is so vulgar it brings a smile to my face everytime


[Puff] Bad Boy baby
[Big] Yeah.. yeah..
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah..
[Puff] Yeah.. B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 Born Again.. c'mon..

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]

The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You're dead wrong

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
take her Gucci bag and the North Face
off her back, jab her if she act
funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up [singing in background] niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

[Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)]

[Notorious B.I.G.]
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
but Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what I mean?

[Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)]

[Puff] Ladies and gentlemen..

[Eminem]
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

[Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)]

[Chorus repeats to fade..]

[Puff Daddy]
Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop

 

[Cartelero37]

I haven't been keeping up with this thread, but given the name thought I let you guys know what I be bumpin to. Undaground H-Town Texas
Lucky Luciano be flowing for a meskin and That SPM.......FREE SPM!!!
here's da link and then click on "can't fade me" after that click on "you don't wanna know" Lucky ft. SPM
http://www.myspace.com/steaknshrimp

 

[bigherb]

the big l be lightin niggaz like incense gettin men lynch doin hits no killin infants 4 ten cent caz im a street genius wat do u think penius got fly chicks on my dick that dont even speak english im makin ducks shed much tears i buck quirs i dont hav it all up stairs but who the fuc cares im grabbin booze takin fast swiggers i cash n stash figures then harass them bitchass niggaz caz after u their gonna get scarred next n if ya squad flex im lettin off like banard getts a tech 9 is my utensil fillin niggaz wit so much lead they can use they dick 4 a pencil im known 4 snatchin purses n bombin churches i get more pussy by accident then most niggaz get on purpose i got drug spots from new york to canada caz big l be fuckin wit more keys then a janitor.


big l da graveyard that whole song is sick the nfl crew jigga real ill album

all the illest ever the notorious big / tupac / big pun / big L

 

[Collie Man]

big l da graveyard that whole song is sick the nfl crew jigga real ill album

all the illest ever the notorious big / tupac / big pun / big L

Da graveyard...one of my favorite songs

 

[RudolfTheRed]

these lyrics still give me chills... fukin some of the darkest, cold hearted shit out there...

Mobb Deep Shook Ones, Part 2 Lyrics
(Intro)

Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain't got no feelings
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

(Talk fades out)

 

[abirdintheair]

you better pray when you see me put that nine up in that pussy hole
cock it back slow, rock it back n forth wait for the nut
then let my trigger go BOOM
pussy guts all over the room
if you aint seen it now your fiending for the meanin of the nina of doom...

Brotha Lynch Hung...

 

[halloweed2006]

two inches in and a four inches out your back
that nigga that pack that gat and hit that indo sac
it's like that cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump foo
all it take is a way a fat green bud blunt ..
and a stunt

Brotha Lynch Hung...

 

[abirdintheair]

^ha ha, hell yeah, i grew up on the west when he dropped... his one verse though from that same song just kills it...

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, maby veins, maby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pint of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line


and i like this to from corpse came to dinner...

I'm high up out the hocus pocus
my diagnosis is a murderous psychosis and muthafuckas know this
I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade
hand you the pineapple and say "Here muthafucka, hold this"

 

[PazVerdeRadical]

It is easy to see for any true head to appreciate why so many people dislike and dismiss Hiphop so easily, and it is because there is so much garbage out there that label themselves as "Hiphop" that for many people it is hard to find the Jewels amongst the trash mass.

although, ultimately, anyone able to appreciate art, will be able to recognize who has the art in Hiphop and who hasn't.

let me drop some albums off the top of my head:

silent weapons for quiet wars by killarmy

the infamous by mobb deep

all eyez on me by tupac

killa bees by wu tang

wu tang forever by wu tang

the psycho-social chemical, biological and electromagnetic manipulation of human consciousness by jedi mind tricks.

a newer good album is fire in the hole by brand nubian

the unseen by quasimoto

Paz