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The Illest Rap Thread Ever
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fuk three 6 mafias new shit..
but heres some stuff of their first album mystic stylez... when they were still underground... and were apparently satanist...
one of the best rap albums to come out of the south
lord infamous knows how to flow
some dark shit here to.. dark ass beat.. with some dark chilling lyrics
most people never heard three 6 mafia like this..
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Si7j2tftgRI&feature=related
fuckin wit dis click
-?Scream?-
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos-only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)
(Juicy-J)
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an A-K
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm cappin' on any punk witness
Or any foo wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang meaning glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
Chorus x4
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass
(Koopsta Knicca)
Man for a pety crime I swear I'll die
Before I do some time
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)
They open the gates of horror
For them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested
The faces of triple six
Devil shit sorcerer
(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come
Yet
This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin'
Real quick like a serial killa mon'
Straight from that south for real'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga
And it's a shame when I dropped'em off
The break mane
In return I got no thangs
I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin'
For their thang
Everytime I see's you slippin'
I go and load up my Mac-10 (Mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end
Chorus x4
(Lord Infamous)
Tossin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward
And I start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore
Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
And I think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six
Night to rescore
Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
No I'm not a Christian
But I'm mentally ill and I don't
Understand all the reasons
Well I think it's killin' season
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow is only entertained
By helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in
20 gauge
Finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting
I'm havin'no thoughts
Of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' the streets with gauge fire
Cause I'm havin' a halloween slaughter
It turned my gun focal
Just thank Micheal Myers
No mutilation's paralyzations
Got no patience when I'm chasin'
Down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination
Chorus x4
(Dj Paul)
I'm on a cross Lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)
My cross turns upside down
And finally I'm loose
I flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha Scarecrow and the Juice
I look to the sky and all I could say was
"Finally it's on again"
No lord could stop us now
Cause the demons reborn again
My praise
The first power found me
So I could never coward out
A mind for murder but the barrel couldn't tell you half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me
I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees
Watch me rob Adam
And watch me rape Eve
In this eve of destruction
Most will probably wonder
Will Dj Paul, the Triple Six click
And Hell take'them under
-Laughter-
(Juicy J)
Bitch, now never
-Laughter-
-Sounds of rain and church bells fade-
but heres some stuff of their first album mystic stylez... when they were still underground... and were apparently satanist...
one of the best rap albums to come out of the south
lord infamous knows how to flow
some dark shit here to.. dark ass beat.. with some dark chilling lyrics
most people never heard three 6 mafia like this..
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Si7j2tftgRI&feature=related
fuckin wit dis click
-?Scream?-
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos-only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)
(Juicy-J)
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an A-K
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm cappin' on any punk witness
Or any foo wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang meaning glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
Chorus x4
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass
(Koopsta Knicca)
Man for a pety crime I swear I'll die
Before I do some time
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)
They open the gates of horror
For them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested
The faces of triple six
Devil shit sorcerer
(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come
Yet
This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin'
Real quick like a serial killa mon'
Straight from that south for real'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga
And it's a shame when I dropped'em off
The break mane
In return I got no thangs
I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin'
For their thang
Everytime I see's you slippin'
I go and load up my Mac-10 (Mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end
Chorus x4
(Lord Infamous)
Tossin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward
And I start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore
Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
And I think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six
Night to rescore
Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
No I'm not a Christian
But I'm mentally ill and I don't
Understand all the reasons
Well I think it's killin' season
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow is only entertained
By helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in
20 gauge
Finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting
I'm havin'no thoughts
Of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' the streets with gauge fire
Cause I'm havin' a halloween slaughter
It turned my gun focal
Just thank Micheal Myers
No mutilation's paralyzations
Got no patience when I'm chasin'
Down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination
Chorus x4
(Dj Paul)
I'm on a cross Lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)
My cross turns upside down
And finally I'm loose
I flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha Scarecrow and the Juice
I look to the sky and all I could say was
"Finally it's on again"
No lord could stop us now
Cause the demons reborn again
My praise
The first power found me
So I could never coward out
A mind for murder but the barrel couldn't tell you half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me
I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees
Watch me rob Adam
And watch me rape Eve
In this eve of destruction
Most will probably wonder
Will Dj Paul, the Triple Six click
And Hell take'them under
-Laughter-
(Juicy J)
Bitch, now never
-Laughter-
-Sounds of rain and church bells fade-
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BrainOGrefuGee
Member
Ill snatch up your essence and shorten your sentence-
I am demanding your repentence with my earthly vengence-
man-
cut you where you stand cut you with the hand of a deadly designed virus this non armed violence-
pointed in the direction of armed tyrants-
tackle their tactics, trample and dismatle their divinic samples-
I am an old Cancer in their side, and Imma ride these motherfuckers till they die or till they see the light-
I am the night stalker, vision deciver Ill take your retina and stitch it to the speaker, I can be either-
or-
I been accustomed to the war since way before this earth tour-
raw plague infected sentences of solid poisonus waste to destroy the master man race-
shit-
and now Im havin an eargasms, brain spasms, causing an earth chasm-
and Im so loaded with shit that the air that I exhale got flies stuck to it sick
Me....the best rapper I ever heard...lol.....pop my colla.
Chi-town underground bitches.....GO or get it...
- R.L. the exorcist
I am demanding your repentence with my earthly vengence-
man-
cut you where you stand cut you with the hand of a deadly designed virus this non armed violence-
pointed in the direction of armed tyrants-
tackle their tactics, trample and dismatle their divinic samples-
I am an old Cancer in their side, and Imma ride these motherfuckers till they die or till they see the light-
I am the night stalker, vision deciver Ill take your retina and stitch it to the speaker, I can be either-
or-
I been accustomed to the war since way before this earth tour-
raw plague infected sentences of solid poisonus waste to destroy the master man race-
shit-
and now Im havin an eargasms, brain spasms, causing an earth chasm-
and Im so loaded with shit that the air that I exhale got flies stuck to it sick
Me....the best rapper I ever heard...lol.....pop my colla.
Chi-town underground bitches.....GO or get it...
- R.L. the exorcist
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Collie Man
Member
Was killa klan kaze 3 six mafia back in the day? But whatever you posted up rudolpd I liked it man! Old 3 six mafia is goood and I Get down with that shit! I like big l, all of the peeps in wu tang, immortal technique, 3sixmafia,luda, snoop, so much more! Yo BIG L AND DA graveyard is whatsup! 
I didn't really even sift through this thread, but hip hop flows through my veins. I'm sure his already been mentioned. But...
CROOKED I.
A track a week for an entire year, just finished this month. Probably the most versatile MC at the present. My boy just showed me this recently, and it hasn't stopped playing in my house since. Even makes some of these garbage beats sound good.
CROOKED I.
A track a week for an entire year, just finished this month. Probably the most versatile MC at the present. My boy just showed me this recently, and it hasn't stopped playing in my house since. Even makes some of these garbage beats sound good.
On the day, me and Sabac Red,
drop dead, knocked by the feds,
Or get shot with a glock in the head
Like the.. bloods on the corner, the block'll be red
And like the passion of Christ, there'll be alot to be said
Fuck a protest in the street wit all of my peeps
My soul will never let a crooked cops family sleep.
And you'll never find peace, even them retired men.
Like imma do to all yo cops that turned into firemen.
I'll give you trojan lyin in the sleepin hypnosis,
Nightmares about drownin in the ocean erosions.
Molested by dead bodies full of worms and locousts.
But the insects are nothing when the judgement approaches.
Call my spirit the coldest, you say that I'm bitter
But I'm sick of cops callin me a spic and nigga.
And you pigs probably wont get the message I write you,
Cuz the industry is racist, mother fuckers just like you.
-Immortal Technique's verse in Fight until the end.
drop dead, knocked by the feds,
Or get shot with a glock in the head
Like the.. bloods on the corner, the block'll be red
And like the passion of Christ, there'll be alot to be said
Fuck a protest in the street wit all of my peeps
My soul will never let a crooked cops family sleep.
And you'll never find peace, even them retired men.
Like imma do to all yo cops that turned into firemen.
I'll give you trojan lyin in the sleepin hypnosis,
Nightmares about drownin in the ocean erosions.
Molested by dead bodies full of worms and locousts.
But the insects are nothing when the judgement approaches.
Call my spirit the coldest, you say that I'm bitter
But I'm sick of cops callin me a spic and nigga.
And you pigs probably wont get the message I write you,
Cuz the industry is racist, mother fuckers just like you.
-Immortal Technique's verse in Fight until the end.
That's my shit. One of the illest hard ass rap songs ever.RudolfTheRed said:
Stoner4Life said:
LoL. Come on. You don't know meng?
TopoftheTree
Member
L.E.G.A.C.Y. - Pain in Life
The pain is gone x 2
It was close to December cold as fuck when I wrote this
Hard part is I remember when I wrote this
when the sadness hits home
My daughter has down syndrome
she has to live through with that
her mom smoked and drank during the pregnancy
Ill never forgive you for that
How could you do that?
Thought I could talk about it, but I can't go through with that
It hurts too much, I could barely finish this verse I was too crushed.
The pain is gone x 2
It was close to December cold as fuck when I wrote this
Hard part is I remember when I wrote this
when the sadness hits home
My daughter has down syndrome
she has to live through with that
her mom smoked and drank during the pregnancy
Ill never forgive you for that
How could you do that?
Thought I could talk about it, but I can't go through with that
It hurts too much, I could barely finish this verse I was too crushed.
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G. Sensi
Member
Jay-Z... Lucky Me
Jay-Z... Lucky Me
Favorite Artist, Favorite Song
Jay-Z ''Lucky Me"
Y'all dont even know...
Every day I'm livin with stress...
Got up out the streets
You'd think a n***a could rest...
Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless,
I'm on the dance floor in a hot ass vest...
You think I'm freakin' these chicks right?
But Im tryin not to brush against they chest...
You get a lawsuit for shit like that
I feel trapped...
I Swear to everything...
When I leave this Earth...
It's gon' be on BOTH feet
Never knees in the dirt
You could try me m'fucka...
But when I squeeze it hurts
FINE!
We'll lose two lives...
YOURS AND MINES...
Gimme any amount of time,
Jus dont let Ms. Carter grieve,
at the funeral parlor, drippin' tears on my sleeve...
I Told the judge, I didn't budge,
That it was him or me...
and I ain't trying to be hard
but I'm guilty as charged...
I Put my mercy on this court
and place my faith in God...
And pray hard
That none of my nephews wanna be stars...
Lucky Me
Chorus:
You only know what you see...
You dont understand what it takes to be... me....
N***s wanna strip you to the bone
for shit you own...
Hate a n***a like that,
FAGGOT! GET YOUR OWN!
Hate that I can't roam the streets,
without the clip and chrome...
Knowing one day Im'a have to flip,
c'mon...
You know the shit don't stop,
'til the Crist don't pop...
And you have to kill a n***a
and your wrists on lock...
I'm trapped...
the whole worlds against me in fact....
but NO! I Aint Turning back!
Bring It On!
I Hate the price of fame,
cause it cost too much
Can I live without y'all n***s saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for... Flaws through us....
Since I was 4 years old... I been told...
Everything that glitters ain't gold...
And now that I've arrived...
I see those truths unfold before my eyes...
in this world so cold...
N***as see you in the street and they pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success, breeds envy...
I know in the back of your mind....
you're conjuring ways to hen me,
and leave my friends in a circle,
pouring out Henny
But G is heaven bound,
so how I'm gon' receive
Anything y'all pour to the ground?
next time,
THROW IT UP!
And ain't nothing changed
so even in my afterlife
I show it up!
Dont grieve for me,
my art remains like a dart
from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually, through the portal,
Now my words is immortal...
Dont plan to leave without a fight
I plant a seed
I give life
Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife...
Next time you thinking heist,
you better be precise...
Cause I'm fully prepared,
One of us is gon' leave here!
I have no regrets
Even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo
Lucky Me
Chorus x 4
Jay-Z... Lucky Me
Favorite Artist, Favorite Song
Jay-Z ''Lucky Me"
Y'all dont even know...
Every day I'm livin with stress...
Got up out the streets
You'd think a n***a could rest...
Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless,
I'm on the dance floor in a hot ass vest...
You think I'm freakin' these chicks right?
But Im tryin not to brush against they chest...
You get a lawsuit for shit like that
I feel trapped...
I Swear to everything...
When I leave this Earth...
It's gon' be on BOTH feet
Never knees in the dirt
You could try me m'fucka...
But when I squeeze it hurts
FINE!
We'll lose two lives...
YOURS AND MINES...
Gimme any amount of time,
Jus dont let Ms. Carter grieve,
at the funeral parlor, drippin' tears on my sleeve...
I Told the judge, I didn't budge,
That it was him or me...
and I ain't trying to be hard
but I'm guilty as charged...
I Put my mercy on this court
and place my faith in God...
And pray hard
That none of my nephews wanna be stars...
Lucky Me
Chorus:
You only know what you see...
You dont understand what it takes to be... me....
N***s wanna strip you to the bone
for shit you own...
Hate a n***a like that,
FAGGOT! GET YOUR OWN!
Hate that I can't roam the streets,
without the clip and chrome...
Knowing one day Im'a have to flip,
c'mon...
You know the shit don't stop,
'til the Crist don't pop...
And you have to kill a n***a
and your wrists on lock...
I'm trapped...
the whole worlds against me in fact....
but NO! I Aint Turning back!
Bring It On!
I Hate the price of fame,
cause it cost too much
Can I live without y'all n***s saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for... Flaws through us....
Since I was 4 years old... I been told...
Everything that glitters ain't gold...
And now that I've arrived...
I see those truths unfold before my eyes...
in this world so cold...
N***as see you in the street and they pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success, breeds envy...
I know in the back of your mind....
you're conjuring ways to hen me,
and leave my friends in a circle,
pouring out Henny
But G is heaven bound,
so how I'm gon' receive
Anything y'all pour to the ground?
next time,
THROW IT UP!
And ain't nothing changed
so even in my afterlife
I show it up!
Dont grieve for me,
my art remains like a dart
from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually, through the portal,
Now my words is immortal...
Dont plan to leave without a fight
I plant a seed
I give life
Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife...
Next time you thinking heist,
you better be precise...
Cause I'm fully prepared,
One of us is gon' leave here!
I have no regrets
Even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo
Lucky Me
Chorus x 4
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G. Sensi
Member
Jay-Z, 3rd Verse of Trouble
Jay-Z, 3rd Verse of Trouble
favourite Artist, and his best verse
Jay-Z, from the song 'Trouble"...3rd Verse
You lil n***s ain’t deep... you dumb!
You ain’t gangsta... You gum!
I chew lil n***s
HACHEW!
I spew you lil n***s!
I can only view lil n***s like,
lil n***s
But in lieu of lil n***s
Tryin to play that boy
I TEW-TEW (sound of a gun shot with silencer) lil n***as with the latest toy
Unlike you, lil n***a,
I’m a grown ass man,
Got some big shoes to fill, n***a,
Grown ass pants
I Prolly hustled with ya pops, go ask ya parents
Its apparent ya’ll staring at a Legend, its true
I put a few lil n***s in they place before,
Trying to eat without saying they Grace before.
Lil Blasphemous bastards, get your faith restored,
Ya’ll viewin’ your version of the Lord
GOD MC lil n***a,
Applaud in awe,
Or Forever burn in the fire that I spit at ya’ll
I rebuke you, little n***a!
The meek shall perish,
I'll woop you little n***a
I’m a project terrorist
Its cute you lil n***as think you in my class,
Substitute lil n****as, gon feel my wrath
I mute you lil n***a
You a lil n***a
I CHILD ABUSE you lil n***a
I’m a ILL n***a
Now shoo!
You lil n***as go somewhere and play
Cause the day I lose to you lil n***as?
No day!
Jay-Z, 3rd Verse of Trouble
favourite Artist, and his best verse
Jay-Z, from the song 'Trouble"...3rd Verse
You lil n***s ain’t deep... you dumb!
You ain’t gangsta... You gum!
I chew lil n***s
HACHEW!
I spew you lil n***s!
I can only view lil n***s like,
lil n***s
But in lieu of lil n***s
Tryin to play that boy
I TEW-TEW (sound of a gun shot with silencer) lil n***as with the latest toy
Unlike you, lil n***a,
I’m a grown ass man,
Got some big shoes to fill, n***a,
Grown ass pants
I Prolly hustled with ya pops, go ask ya parents
Its apparent ya’ll staring at a Legend, its true
I put a few lil n***s in they place before,
Trying to eat without saying they Grace before.
Lil Blasphemous bastards, get your faith restored,
Ya’ll viewin’ your version of the Lord
GOD MC lil n***a,
Applaud in awe,
Or Forever burn in the fire that I spit at ya’ll
I rebuke you, little n***a!
The meek shall perish,
I'll woop you little n***a
I’m a project terrorist
Its cute you lil n***as think you in my class,
Substitute lil n****as, gon feel my wrath
I mute you lil n***a
You a lil n***a
I CHILD ABUSE you lil n***a
I’m a ILL n***a
Now shoo!
You lil n***as go somewhere and play
Cause the day I lose to you lil n***as?
No day!
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more dark shit brought to ya by mobb deep
drop a gem on em
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pulls gats
like a basehead pulls on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em..
Verse One: Havoc
Take a tire all these fake crooks need to retire
they gotcha gassed takin back and snatch fire outcha
maggot ass Havoc represent for the Q B C
smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
fuck it, I love it like a cloud
over the projects your game Im above it
its combat, gats bangers and all that
you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin
the hollow tip crew 41st side convention
try for? you half-steppin
like a fresh tec out of the box
yo niggas I'm testin
(There's no question)
bitch ass have you confessin
like a D-T left in state of depression
you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
you casper, you yell my name
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
got raped on the Island, you officially got
kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit
(keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit)
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em
Verse Two: Prodigy
Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
watch out for,
these upstate cats be leary of you
yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that shit
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through
shot through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches
then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that shit think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g's and one for gun clappin
Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once again
live the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Its the Infamous..
drop a gem on em
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pulls gats
like a basehead pulls on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em..
Verse One: Havoc
Take a tire all these fake crooks need to retire
they gotcha gassed takin back and snatch fire outcha
maggot ass Havoc represent for the Q B C
smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
fuck it, I love it like a cloud
over the projects your game Im above it
its combat, gats bangers and all that
you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin
the hollow tip crew 41st side convention
try for? you half-steppin
like a fresh tec out of the box
yo niggas I'm testin
(There's no question)
bitch ass have you confessin
like a D-T left in state of depression
you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
you casper, you yell my name
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
got raped on the Island, you officially got
kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit
(keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit)
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em
Verse Two: Prodigy
Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
watch out for,
these upstate cats be leary of you
yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that shit
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through
shot through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches
then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that shit think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g's and one for gun clappin
Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once again
live the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Its the Infamous..
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Why not kick some shit yourself?
"South of the Mason Dixon
Weed grows by the kilos
hidden better than Bush's missle silos.
We find space and fix em'
like Bob Villa heros to weedheads.
Some do it to add mad zeros,
others just to save some bread.
Down hea in the south,
fake strain names come outta people mouths.
So I keep a secret room in full bloom and never run out.
I keep Kush by the bush and NO you can't look.
And if I ever did let you, you'd prolly get shook.
So light one up if you bout it and you know what it is.
If you spend your nights husltin' right inside of ya crib.
If you hear the leaves rustlin like in the wind
and you ain't gotta even leave where you live."
-ArtofMakingFire
"South of the Mason Dixon
Weed grows by the kilos
hidden better than Bush's missle silos.
We find space and fix em'
like Bob Villa heros to weedheads.
Some do it to add mad zeros,
others just to save some bread.
Down hea in the south,
fake strain names come outta people mouths.
So I keep a secret room in full bloom and never run out.
I keep Kush by the bush and NO you can't look.
And if I ever did let you, you'd prolly get shook.
So light one up if you bout it and you know what it is.
If you spend your nights husltin' right inside of ya crib.
If you hear the leaves rustlin like in the wind
and you ain't gotta even leave where you live."
-ArtofMakingFire
-ShutterBug-
Member
I like from about 2:15-3:20 of the track the most. Overall it's pretty good, I think there are better ones out there of Hiero though.abirdintheair said:
Here's another Hiero song I'm diggin on right now.
Hieroglyphics--Full Circle(feat.Goapele)
Full Circle(feat. Goapele)
soxx16
Member
somehow i missed this thread.
AAAH MEMORY LAAAANE!!! I LOVE IT!!! one of my all time favorite songs, its got the beat and lyrics to blow your mind.
nasir is probably my favorite story teller. i got illmatic last summer, and still can't seem to put it down. biggie, pun, red and the wu-tang, tupac, just can't beat illmatic.
Lune TNS posted up N.Y. State of Mind, another outstanding track.
while still on the topic of Illmatic, It Aint Hard to Tell is another great track. my mind is blown right now after seeing who posted some nas, so i had to listen to some nas, while smoking some herb. to throw it out there, i like east coast better than west. i just fucking love hiphop. word.
Edit: "I've been a fan since Genesis"
iseankimi said:
AAAH MEMORY LAAAANE!!! I LOVE IT!!! one of my all time favorite songs, its got the beat and lyrics to blow your mind.
nasir is probably my favorite story teller. i got illmatic last summer, and still can't seem to put it down. biggie, pun, red and the wu-tang, tupac, just can't beat illmatic.
Lune TNS posted up N.Y. State of Mind, another outstanding track.
while still on the topic of Illmatic, It Aint Hard to Tell is another great track. my mind is blown right now after seeing who posted some nas, so i had to listen to some nas, while smoking some herb. to throw it out there, i like east coast better than west. i just fucking love hiphop. word.
Edit: "I've been a fan since Genesis"
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