The Illest Rap Thread Ever

[abirdintheair]

was that a shot over brother lynch hungs lyrics? at the time, that was the underground sound of the west coast, doomsday productions, sicx, phonk beta, mr. doctor, loki.... theres more than just commercial east coast you know, besides, those lyrics are almost, hmm, 8-9 years old now

 

[Tokermon]

Yeah brotha lynch is cool, i like season of da siccness and it's goin down(or is that celly cel?), some right funky beats and evil rhymes. i like masta ace and big l too.

for some daily life kinda hip-hop people can relate to check this out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPZ9WgLxbKc

Now, this is dedicated to that little piece of mind
That you find every day when you leave your daily grind
The time is 5pm, and now you're leavin' your cubicle
It's Daylight Savings Time and the weather is beautiful!
Suitable to chill and breathe a sigh of relief
At last the day is yours for you to do as you please
Yeah, you feel the breeze even when the traffic is crammed
Because you on year way home, and bumpin' your favorite jam!
So you run into your crib, and then you lock your door
Zonin' out, listenin' to records galore
Lookin' for some Perceptionists, maybe some Jill Scott
But so matter what you checkin', the selections real hot
Here's the plot: give it everything you've got
Make moves, then your life will truly improve

Now you thinkin' 'bout the hours that you put in for them
And surpassin' 'em for delf, 'cause that's the real gem!
Here's an idea: think to yourself, "Yeah, this is my year!"
Now proceed with your mind clear
All those things you're saying' you would do in the past
Make 'em daily tasks, or those bright ideas won't last

It's 5 O'clock and I'm finally free
It's my time to shine, my time to be
I spent the whole damn day workin' for you
Now it's time to do sum'n for me
I just can't wait to get on home
Away from you--and be all alone
Turn off the TV, unplug the phone
'Cause it's 5 o'clock, now everybody sing along

Now you understand that you your own woman or man
Because you broke it down to a simple four step plan
Step 1 - Sit and make a plan, Son
Step 2 - Make time for you, Boo
Step 3 - Turn off your motherfuckin' TV!
All the sudden there's so much of the world to see
And step 4 is to explore your options and got it poppin'
To get in the game instead of just watchin'
Entrepreneurial maneuvers, self-investment
That's the shit, I can't contest it!

If you ain't doin' what you love doin', you're losin'
Security's illusion created by institution
To keep us movin' to the job, bank, and the store
A commonly accepted thus perpetuated war
And if what you're waitin' for is opportunity to knock at your door
Then step it up, 'cause it aint like that no more!
Sure, you can sit at home rottin' away
But in your heart I know you feel there's somethin' missin' everyday
But all that matter t you now is you off the clock
Yo, this weekend's gon' be off the rocker, Son! (Yeah, Son!)

It's 5 O'clock and I'm finally free
It's my time to shine, my time to be
I spent the whole damn day workin' for you
Now it's time to do sum'n for me
I just can't wait to get on home
Away from you--and be all alone
Turn off the TV, unplug the phone
'Cause it's 5 o'clock, now everybody sing along

 

[abirdintheair]

yeah, its celly cel with its goin down

 

[PazVerdeRadical]

hey do not take it personal man, just speaking my mind, like some more albums off the top of my head, like:

i got next by krs-one

labcabincalfornia by the pharcyde ad plain rap by the pharcyde

both funcrushers by company flow

...

Paz

 

[iseankimi]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXBFG2vsyCM

(Check that shit)
Aight fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We gon' do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
KnowhatI'msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI'msayin?
Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga

[Nas]
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocolate blunts make him see I'm droppin' my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, the times of white lines
The hype pipe, murderous nighttimes, the knife fights and blight crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap
Where my peeps that's in the drug money market interact
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, so roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all

Chorus: repeat scratches 4X

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" -> BizMarkie
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> Craig G

[Nas]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Chorus

"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> Craig G -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> Craig G -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> Craig G -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
Me numba one, and you know where me from


-Nas, the illest. Ever. Ever ever.

 

[abirdintheair]

lacabincalifornia, now your speaking my language, i had that cd... DRRRRRROOOOOOOPPPPPPP.... HMMMMMM HMMMMMM HMM HMM DA HMM.... runnin on that cd was tight too.

 

[bigherb]

second drop
tryin get props on the brotha that drops the most an clocks the most drops the most shit like a pigeon listen to the words im slippin threw saliva anint a mc liver im the rap magiver doin tricks wit my lips so sic that if ya blink u would miss the great style of chris dont try to diss caz i dismiss disapprove disappoint rappers that think they the joint theyll get the point quicker faster even mc's im leavin until ya cant breath an u call it a homicide i call it a suicide battle me boy u deserve to die punch in the eye before i played ya ta let a know that i could fight before i slayed call me chris this i insist anything different will lead to close fist a wrap up u dont wanna get tapped up

da king of n.y. illest ever christopher G.wallace

 

[DitBaMay]

WHO KNOWS THIS CLASSIC, I bet you do


(Ol Dirty Bastard)

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

(Inspectah Deck)

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millenium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block

(Method Man)

As the world turn, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed neverlearn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life standing firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My people if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's comng from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

(Cappadonna)

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contail cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

(Ol Dirty Bastard)

The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

(U-God)

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound
The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

(RZA)

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare
Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
or terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation

(GZA)

War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for their acts
Another heart is torn, as close ones gone
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

(Masta Killa)

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stabwounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

(Ghostface Killah)

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard youscream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha
fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali
came in threes we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

(Raekwon)

Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gank adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatiala
Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland.

 

[abirdintheair]

triumph from wu tang, method man on the motorcycle was always my favorite part of that video.

 

[PazVerdeRadical]

some more jewels:


lets get free by dead prez

liquid swords by gza

heavy mental by killah priest

moment of truth by gangstarr

aquemini by outkast

the score by the fuguees

illadelph halflife by the roots

legacy of blood by jedi mind tricks


...


Paz

 

[RudolfTheRed]

nature of the threat by ras kass...
best rapper to come out of the west coast...

Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold of darkness
Roughly 20,000 years ago the first humans evolved
With the phenotypical trait, genetic recessive
Blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin
Albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, africans
So the mutants traveled north of the equator
Called europeans later, the first race haters
So heres the devils alpha to the beta
Cause historys best qualified to teach one
Quoting german philosopher schopenhauer
Every white man is a faded or a bleached one
Migration created further mutation
Genetic drifts, evolution through recombination
Adaptation to the climate
As the caucus mountain man reverted to that of a primate
Savage neanderthals, until the late paleolithic age
Thats when the black grimaldi man came
With the symbol of the dragon, fire and art
Check cave paintings in france and spain to the venus of willendorf
Around 2000 b.c. southern russians migrate in small units
Those who travel west populated europe
Those who went east settled in iran, known as aryans
1500 b.c. some crossed the khyber pass into india and
Created hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism
A white dot on the forehead meant elite
The black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables
They wrote the holy vedas in sanskrit
Thats the language that created greek, german, latin and english
Now the minoans around 2000 b.c.
Starts on the island of crete, in the agean sea
The greek culture begins western civilization
But western civilization means white domination
Myceneans learned from kemet, called egypt in greek
It existed since at least 3000 b.c.
Creatin geometry and astronomy
This knowledge influenced plato, socrates and hippocrates
Cause imhotep, the real real father of medicine
Was worshiped in greece and rome in the form of a black african
The word africa comes from the greek aphrike
Meaning without cold; the word philosophy means love of knowledge
Stole from first man, greek power expands
The first greek fraternities band
The word gymnasium is greek for naked
This was the place where adolescent boys were educated, and molested
This was accepted because greek culture was homosexual
For example, sappho trained girls on the island of lesbos
Hence, the word lesbian (ay let these dumb motherfuckers know)
December 25th, the birth of saturn
A homosexual god, now check the historical pattern
December 25, now thought the birth of christ
Was saturnalia, when men got drunk,
Fucked each other then beat their wife
Fact is, it was still practiced, til they called it christmas
So put a gerbil on your christmas list
The hellenistic era, alexander the great
Conquers all the way to india leavin four successor states
By the fifth century b.c., r.o.m.e.
Succeeds to be the conqueror of egypt and greece
But had the threat of the black phoenicians in sicily
The punic wars began 264 b.c.
The black general hannibal and carthaginian peace
In 146 b.c. carthage fell after a six-month siege
Rome sold every citizen to slavery
The first genocide of history
And more bisexuality in sight; julius caesar was known as
Every womans husband and every mans wife (beotch!)
Spartacus revolt, a slave rebellion that lost
Where 6,000 slaves was nailed on a cross
Cross? aw, shit! jesus christ! time for some-act-right
Christians get your facts right
Cause christ was not his name
Thats greek for one who is anointed
Yoshua ben yosef was his name, do christians know this?
So who do you praise, do you know his name?
Or do you do this in vain?
Accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave
Peep the description of historian josephus
Short, dark, with an underdeveloped beard was jesus
He had the romans fearing revolution
The solution was to take him to court and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by pilate how can it be
These same white romans established christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in a dream
In his vision, it read en hawk signo wonka:
In this sign we conquer - manifest destiny
In 325 he convened the nicean creed
And separated God into three
Decided jesus was born on december 25th
And raised then on the third day is a myth
Plus to deceive us
Commissioned michelangelo to paint white pictures of jesus
He used his aunt, uncle, and nephew
Subconsciously that affects you
It makes you put white people closer to god
(yo, the man got game like a motherfucker!)
True indeed, fuck it, jihad
In the eight century muslims conquered
Spain, portugal and france and controlled it for 700 years
They never mention this in history class
Cause ofays are threatened when you get the real lesson
Moors from baghdad, turkey threatened european christians
Meaning, the white way of life; hence the crusades for christ
On november 25th, 1491
Santiago defeats the last muslim stronghold, grenada
King ferdinand gave thanks to God for victory
And the pope of rome and declared this date to forever be
A day of thanksgiving for all european christians

.. now listen, when you celebrate thanksgiving
What you are actually celebratin
Is the proclamation of the pope of rome
Who later, in league with queen isabella
Sent cardinal ximenos to spain
To murder any blacks that resisted christianity
These moors, these black men and women
Were from baghdad, turkey
And today, you eat the turkey, for your thanksgiving day
As the european powers destroyed the turkeys
Who were the forefathers of your mothers and fathers
Now fight the power, you bitch-ass niggaz!

Now around this time, whites started callings us negroes
Thats spanish for black object meaning were not really people
But profit, and the triangle trade begins - they seize us
Queen elizabeth sends the first slaves on a ship named jesus
Stealin land from the indigenous natives
Gave them alcohol to keep the red man intoxicated
Whites claim they had to civilize these pagan animals
But up until 1848 theres documented cases
Of whites bein the savage cannibals, eatin indians
In 1992, its jeffery dahmer
They slaughtered a whole race with guns
Drugs, priests and nuns
1763, the first demonic tactic of biological warfare
As tokens of peace, sir jeffery amherst
Passed out clothin and blankets to the indian community
Infested with small pox, knowin they had no immunity
Today its aids, you best believe its man made
Cause aint a damn thing changed.. let me explain
Now since people of color are genetically dominant
And caucasoids are genetically recessive
And whites expect to be predominant, meaning survive as a race then
They simply must, take precautions
Thats why theyre worried about their future now
Cuz by 2050, almost all the earths population
Will be brown, then black, so understandin that, whites counterreact
(Im sayin.. man.. them fools
Aint nothin but a teaspoon of milk in the world color majority)
So they created a system
To force blacks into an unnatural position
That re-enforces the position of natural inferiority
In addition, created guns and developed the ethnocentric view
That God justifies every fuckin thing they do
Condition people to perceive whites culture as civilized
And every other culture considered primitive - not true!
Racism is the system of racial subjugation against nonwhites
In every areas of human relation
Entertainment, education, labor, politics
Law, religion, sex, war and economics
See blacks were 3/5ths of a man with tax purposes intended
You think youre afro-american?
Youre a 14th amendment and a good nigga
Jews dont salute the fuckin swastika
But niggaz pledge allegiance to the flag that accosted ya
They never teach about the break of islands like jamaica
But before slaves came here whites would take a
Pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes
Slice her stomach with a knife
And let the unborn baby fall to the flo
And stop an unborn child in front of all the slaves
To inbreed fear, so theyd be scared and behave
And not rebel more
Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators
I paraphrase historian ishakamusa barashango
Understand that regardless of the lofty ideas ingraved on paper
In such documents as the constitution or declaration
The basic nature.. of the european american white man
Remains virtually unchanged.. so check
This is the nature of the threat

 

[cocktail frank]

heavy mental by killah priest

im pretty sure this is a single too.
one of the loudest songs youll ever hear (bass wise)
this song still shatters my windshield

 

[RudolfTheRed]

one of the tightest flows out there...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=rlHeHUK8fFA&feature=related
the hidden track by immortal technqiue
Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh?
But it's not.
You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
Your producers ain't shit.
Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF!


Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiver circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
but your preach is worthless
Your worship to feed the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction


You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique willll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me
And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology
Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven
Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
Your mind is empty and spaceous
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist.
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked

 

[Homegrown101]

Immortal technique is raw...my favorite rap song has to be Respiration by Blackstar ( Mos Def and Talib Kwali) def worth checking out if you appreciate good rap that has meaning not the comercial bullshit they play on hot 97

Heres a nasty verse from Big L
"....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 nothing Butt-head..

 

[its kurmit]

survival of the fit, n shook ones by mobb deep are 2 of my favorite tracks, part 1, i dont like part 2 as much, btw rudolf i think u posted part 1 and labeled as part 2 unless im backwards

::edit:: also jake the flake- good fellas is my other favorite track

"i always wanted to be a gangsta
ever since, i was a kid
lost trapped up in that shit that al capone did
test me, nigga u an ur group betta not upset me
or ima pull the trigga on yo ass like im joe pesci
in the trunk of my ride lyes a snitch
and off the back bumpa are the arms of thiz bitch
break out tha gasoline its time to get rid the evidence
burn the finger prints n leave tha residence
nobody talk we can all walk
say one thing bout what u did will get u curved in white chalk
a good fella play his shit mellow, you neva kno when he gonna do u caus he smile like he always knew u
but disrespect a carlione and u be gone
no time to cry for mommy you aint comin home
how does it feel to be killed in broad daylight, with mob niggas laughin pissin at yo gravesite tha goodfellas"

 

[its kurmit]

one mic - nas song gives me chills everytime i hear it


one time, yeah
One Time, Yeah, Yeah It's Your World, Yeah ...Yeah ...

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl, and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence, who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sent from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases, street sweepers, and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die, WITH nines out
This is what Nas is bout, nigga the time is now

[whispering again]
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah

[gradually getting louder]
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they RUSH, we RUSH
Lead flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
That we take these bitches to war, lie em down
Cause we stronger now my nigga the time is now.

[whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..

[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
All I need is one life, one try, one breathe for one man
What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world

 

[Sheriff Bart]

Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass,
Taste, and then swallow me,
You're chasing the devil
Cos you're level if you follow me
For quality, and I make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
Cos this is like a modern day hymn
For the new church,
I search for the truth,
I've got a hole in my tooth,
I'm uncouth, yes sir,
I'm from the street university
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time,
Petite crime sometimes,
But now I'm inclined to find
A fresh direction, kiss me neck,
Check out the funky section.
Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words,
A comfort coming straight from my heart,
I'm not a mystic,
My views are realistic, simplistic,
One special brew I get pissed quick,
And get sick so I don't do it no more,
I won't find peace of mind
Rolling around on the floor.
The point I want to make,
The mistake is to take without giving,
From within,
You know how I'm living,
I'm cool, I'm looking after myself,
And I could never place wealth before my spirit,
I feel it's unhealthy,
The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy
'Till you get bold, rush the gold,
And before you're much older,
You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya,
Competition starts swearing ya,
Gold-diggers setting you up,
Soon be forgetting your existence,
Do you need a for instance,
I have to admire your persistence
In sticking to a game plan,
That brings you pain man,
And at the end of the day nothing is gained,
So listen to the voice within,
I'll see ya later,
Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator.
Quite still you feel there's nothing going on
until you realize the space behind your
eyes is filling up with something like peace
as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul.
I aint a Christian
Sometimes I feel like diss'in em
But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know
if you would once relax, chill to the max
these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul.
If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why?
Trains smash, plans crash,
situation mash and slam bam
your fellow man - money's in fashion
it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet
and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small
I keep lying and trying,
Denying the call from inside
You can't hide responsibility
So decide from today just who it's going to be,
Thou shalt have no other God but me,
So set you free see,
But you'll have to listen,
And who's that false idol
I see you kissing?
Money, success and untold wealth, good health
And all you have to do is love yourself.
It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack,
So just chill
And get off the race track
And take a pace back, face facts,
It's your decision,
You don't need eyes to see,
You need vision,
Continue to view the lord as being separated
And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated,
For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts,
These facts in my rap,
I don't sing,
But I want to share the peace that they bring,
My name is G.O.D.
The Grand Oral Disseminator.

 

[RudolfTheRed]

tonights lyrics are brought to you by the juggaknots... song is trouble man..
listen here http://youtube.com/watch?v=pTRT3qS3hdU

[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]



[Buddy Slim]

I declare war

The joy becomes a rappifyin weapon

If you step in

When your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines

You become a sittin duck but fuck

I ain't givin em livin trifle

The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle

This is no laughing matter

Step into this you step in a minefield

Your body's scattered

You people drop pickin up the pieces

But only corny niggas

The attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases

Without a moment of silence the violence thickens

So if you ain't got it together you slim pickings

Shorts and prisoners are never taken

If you fakin all the booty competition

I'm a bag fuck a white flag

Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench

Leave a nigga dead and stinkin as he wonders what his stench is

I'm bustin clip after clip

My artillery will funk on the punk

When ya wanna test my shit



[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]



[Breezly Brewin]

Tell it to hell is it

I feel my brain swell like meningitis

With the slightest mind motion

Givin me the notion

That I got it bad

I think I got a brain tumor

Brain rumor

Such a pain to analyze the strain and then understand it

The seed was planted

That shit is ill but still

The thought I'm lovin got the dome growin

With the biscuit in the oven

Shovin nothin but the nutrients

My diet to support me

A whiff of the spliff

A guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thought

To the mic there was marriage

Causin competition

Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus

Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin

I think I feel my water breakin thus I'm flowin

Timin my contractions

Concentratin on my breathin

Heavin curses at the father he has the funk

Cuz if I flunk my shit ain't livin

Pushin givin every bit of what I'm worth

And as the Brewin drops the lyrical

The miracle of birth



[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]



[Buddy Slim]

I be the sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga

A phony motherfucker grave digga

I know this sounds rough

But I had enough to funk

So part of me the heart of me

So if you corny nigga

It's like cloggin up my artery

You cuttin circulation

So now it's do or die

While niggas always try to test my shit

Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this

As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness



[Breezly Brewin]

Now upon the fruits of my labor

Your ear feasts

The beast from within

It's some shit ain't it

The picture painted

From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb

We make you say, "Damn that nigga's crazy"

Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin

If you say the world's a normal place

Who the fuck you kiddin?

Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this

As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius

 

[-ShutterBug-]

Hieroglyphics--One life One love

Hieroglyphics--One life One love

Chorus
Energy that we exchange is imperative
Intricate so simple
Life is the spirit and the body is the temple
One Life One Love
Tell me this are you prepared to live
Energy that we exchange is imperative
Intricate so simple
Life is the spirit and the body is the temple
One Life One Love
[Casual]
All they seen was one hand bust through the white sand
Illuminating the land with liberation
And mysterious, ferociously, serious black man
Experience the urban warfare of fully strapped assault
As an angel hoping my benevolence will change you
Singing folklore of the poor
Natural born warrior
Since the days of Spain was ruled my the Moors
Then again, before your existence
Imhotep
The presenter of the mystics
Geometry, trigonometry statistics
It's simplitics embedded in my bloodline
Just like the pain of my forefathers
The chains of slavery remains
Behaviors we obtained in days that we were slained and tortured
Tormented and scorned
Shackles on my feet, feeding my pork
Lashes on my back, lost my family
Not to belittle the middle passage calamity
I gotta make decisions
Cause I keep havin' visions of flight bombing politicians
On some midnight marauder missions
It gets harder
They shut down your energy, cut off your water
Close the gas station, food supply shortened
Dying of starvation and smoke ventilation
I'm coming realer than you fairytale killers
We disciplined, that's why no militias can get with us
Sure, shot hit us from a thousand meters away
All day
[Del]
Tomorrow, what you gonna do?
Your past is haunting you
You know what, I'ma tell as I'm sipping on this brew
You know it's wrong and true
So what you gonna do?
The truth is long overdue 2X
[Tajai]
I'm talking bout
Demolitions, ammunition
No more propositions or petitions
Seditions met with lynchings and whippings
But they won't crush my wishes into submission
Foresight courtesy of 3rd Eye Vision
Tells me hit 'em
Get 'em before they first force strike
Meet in the black of the night
Dodging ghetto pterodactyl lights
Bring the full gats and precious metals if you true dat
Get wise with medical supplies
Conceptualize and plan
Or get caught with your ass wide open
And not get to ask
"Why", I'm hoping you hear
And I'm hoping your here
For the millenium season opener
I keep ample degrees up my sleeve
For brothers who no longer breathe
No reprieves
Nothing but memories to retrieve
Black babies disease
Stomachs distended, arms out stretched
For any care extended
This is the flock to which I am attended
But I'll do it
I'm committed, commending
All commandants vowing to be uncommon
Fuck the promenade
Underground and granite-strong, granted
The path is jagged and long
And we look raggied
But I want more than this wall at my back in days
Back we would have been mobile
It's time to make power moves
And put the all in all-powerful, all in all
I can't close my eyes
And I would be a coward too
And so would you, so sir
Are yor scared?, no sir
I see answers to irradiate
Eradicate this cancer
They won't catch me playing patty cake with hands up
You might catch me spraying
But I think you better get them flight masks up
[Voice]
I'm ready
[Pep Love]
Yeah, ah huh
One Life One Love
Tell me this are you prepared to live?
Chorus
[Voice]
I'm ready
I'm ready​

 

[RudolfTheRed]

just got off work so i decided to spark the blueberry up... and I figured this song was an appropriate one to play during my sesh...
one of the best videos for a song in my opinion... luda smokin a huge ass blunt in a grow room... http://youtube.com/watch?v=ux2npli7uTA

blueberry yum yum by ludacris

[Luda]

Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin that I ain't,
that I ain't neva did before on this one, lets go

[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

[Luda]
Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum
and I neva would of thought that they could eva taste this goooooood
Thank God for the man who put it in my hoooooood
Its got me singin' melodies I neva thought I woooouuuuld
I'm feelin' sorry for the homies that be smokin' wooood
Chop Chop, break it down for a playa like me me me me me
I'm 'bout to find me a women that skeet skeet skeet skeet
Ima keep smokin' 'till I reach my peak peak peak peak
Or till I'm stuck and my body feel weak weak weak weak weak
headed down to the dungeon woundren, if they got, some more
and if they don't then ima have ta settle for some droooo
and it just ain't cool cuz I don't have ta, ima have ta gooooo
and continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but I'm movin' sloooo

[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

[Luda]
Yess, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolll
Put a wet towel under the doooooooor
Don't pass it I cant take it no mooooore
Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooore
hurry please cus I need some snacks snacks snacks snacks
and how long will it take to get back back back back
Yes indeed ima lil off track track track track track
Off this weed and I'm full of that yac yac yac yac yac
Get on in that stinkin' Lincoln crank it up and riiiiide
and it ain't enough room to fit the other chicks inside
I'm so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everything in siiiiiight
Me and my blueberrys together and everything's all right

[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

[Luda]
Get the propane, rollin' things and lets blow this place uuuuuup
You already know whats uuup
I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuucks
But I really don't give a fuuuuuck
Cuz a brotha feels great great great great great
But I'm barely awake wake wake wake wake
All bent outta shape shape shape shape shape
So stomp on ya brake brake brake brake brake
If u token good, then all my smokas, let me see ya flames
Don't know what ya got but my bag will, put yo stuff, ta shame
All tha different kinds of otha flavors, they don't mean a thing
You cant compare it don't stare cuz I got the ultimate Mary Jane

[Hook]
Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire