Best rap lyrics

All of Guru's "Moment of Truth":
i.e.
Now I’m contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart’s racin
Suicide? nah, I’m not a foolish guy
Don’t even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that’s gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I’ve been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
-guru


Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics
and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets
-immortal technique

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Junction 133
Rural Uproar teaser
http://www.sasfilms.com/video/284- MultipleMultiple-.wmv

and MC Juice my bad....
"Let's go back (way back)
Way back (Uh huh)
Follow me now...

I spend long days and long nights gettin' songs tight
But Mr. Battle Rap got seen in the wrong light
You know my resume, Skribble Jam, Rap Olympics
Rap sheet, from then on it's all academic
I taught the underground how to make a flow great
Juice and Eminem on The Wake Up Show tapes
For most fan, that's when Juice was first seen
I showed the world how to spit it off the head verse clean
Showed emcees what a real verse mean
Nasty off the head since the age of thirteen
I used to embarass other rappers back then
Before T-Boz started datin' Mack 10
Way back before I was a name in the game
No rap fame, no fat chain
Now they line up to see Juice when he tours
And for those that stuck with me, I'm exclusively yours

[Juice & Female Singer - Chorus]
For real hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside)
So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
Ill hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole)
I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside)
I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside)
Now get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop (No doubt)
[end chorus]

Blaze battle cats try to flock me out of +Ho-Hair+
Another competition for free, don't even go there
I've paid my dues, I slayed my crews
I done ripped everybody, afraid of who?
Tell HBO they gotta pay me when the jet land
Then I show the whole world that I'm the best man
Ask me, the whole thing was just a truly wack function
Crowd only cheered if one of the tracks touched 'em
Crime snapped, but it went to my man from Minneappolis
All y'all gotta feel J-U when he rappin' this
Eydea got nothin', I knew this day would come around
When networks and magizines would pimp the underground
If I sued, I could prolly gone for sure in court
What the fuck is blazin' niggaz? need tour support
We can't let the ??? rappers effects us (hell nah)
We gettin' raped by the cats put in posistion to protect us


[Juice & Female Singer - Chorus]


I think back to when I battled Super-Nat in two-thou'
Juice's first loss, what's he guna do now?
I held my undefeated rev sacrid inside
But like all real Gs, I had to take it in stride
A nigga beats me, and his flow is off key
That's when I vow, I never let 'em make dough off me
On The Wake Up, Nat was sayin' - "Juice Was Pre-Wrote"
Not knowing I'm so sick, I see the next three quotes
And I know he sound like Big, but Juice is unbelievable
You don't have to know to understand it's simply inconceivable
In this underground world, it's hard to be believed
When cats try to say your shit is pre-conceived
Nat tried to give me some advice about my flow
He gave me the ultimate respect, and didn't even know
He said - "Stop Writing Your Battle Rhymes & Freestyle More"
I just smiled and thought - "That's What I'll Freestyle For" (haha,y'all
dont have no idea)

I swear I'ma always keep it real for y'all (for real)
I mean that sincerely, from the heart you know what I mean?
What's this?

[Juice & Female Singer - Chorus]"

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Junction 133
Rural Uproar teaser
http://www.sasfilms.com/video/284- MultipleMultiple-.wmv

"theres smoke in my iris. so i painted a sunny day on the inside of my eyelids"-aesop rock

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more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

Not best Lyrics Ever But one of the bestt diss tracks ever Nas "ether"

favorite line = "Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?"

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Not the most intelligent line but one of my favorites

kanye west - last call

I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
'Oh my god, is that a Black Card?'
I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term
African American Express

Killin y'all niggaz on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips






"Win or lose, we booze."

Underground Hip Hop Cult
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Mayonnaised colored Benz, I push miracle whips......
Thats so good.

I like most of Nas' Lyrics.. I couldn't pick a best one right now because I don't want to.

haha i love that lyric. kanye has some good lyrics

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more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

For overall best lyrical performance i would have to say: Eric B and Rakim - Let the Rhythm Hit it
KRS-one - My philosophy




"Win or lose, we booze."

Underground Hip Hop Cult
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"when the stress burns my brain just like acid rain drops, mary jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop."

acid raindrops by people under the stairs.

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that was a comment from the heart...

oh how could i forget about this one.

The greatest pac man victory in history-Aesop Rock

Lazy summer days
Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded
Last sturdy domino leans secluded
Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students
Dragnet lifer solutions
Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links
Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved
Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking
lemmings
Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses
Some do let sleeping dogs lie still
Don't look so damn lackluster
Suck defeat
Love some damage, load sample delete
Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
Life sucks dickhead
Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity
Live system definitive
Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight
Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?

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more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

they formed a comitte to get me off the bock because i say my rhymes loud and i say em non stop, being bad news is what we're all about, we went to white castle and got kicked out

somtimes you just got to take off your pants and slide on the ice

not to be a jerk, but this has to bolded:

When the stress burns my brain
just like acid raindrops
mary jane is the only thing
that makes the pain stop

i let the music take over my soul
body and mind
kick back, relax, one time
and you will find.....

- people under the stairs




that one and see my sig:






a bad day'll make you really notice ones this good and that'll make things a little better understood - blackalicious

outkast - we luv dez hoez

ill be super rich and own mt.hood and let everybody from ns ski for free... except freezed -hoodratz47

Aesop Rock -

"Life's not a bitch,
life is a beautiful woman.
You only call her a bitch
because she wouldn't let you get that pussy.
Maybe she felt you didn't share any similar interests.
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweettalk the princess"

Or...

"I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete"

that one right there. I love that single line.

AMEN!!!!

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more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

you know where it is at.^

pretty much anything Celph Titled....like mother molesters:

floss through the hood and stab chips by the cases
I've got more whips than a slave-master dominatrix
I wont even do a cameo, get paid for my ad-libs
visit your girl and fuck her from her baby-back ribs
you might as well go snow skiing or something
it's your only chance to rock ice without frontin'
throw a monkey wrench in your program, make you go ape shit
attach your head to a launching space ship, give you a face lift
it's basic, bury your corpse under the basement


or jedi mind tricks - nada cambia:

I'm like Mussolini, I rule with a iron fist
I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in
piss
Cut inside your wrist, drink the bloodmoney
And your face is the perfect place for a slug, money
You ain't a thug money, you all maggots
You like to chill and hold hands with fagg*ts
You like to conduct yourself like a savage
You like the smell of males on your mattress
Cause that's established, I f**kin hate you
I hate your mother and father, because they made you
I hate the universe, because it create you
I hate everyone and anything that embrace you
Who f**kin raised you? You a f**kin disgrace!
And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face
Get snuffed in the face, then I wack you
With razors, nines, guns and what have you

so much hate, its awesome.



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Judge a person not by their color or creed, but by their conduct on the foosball table! - A wise man

Big L - 98 Freestyle

" I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head"


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best line from that song is the chorus:

"stumble outta bed and bumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition."





a bad day'll make you really notice ones this good and that'll make things a little better understood - blackalicious

ya thats from 9-5ers anthem, not daylight

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more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

blah - yep, my bad.





a bad day'll make you really notice ones this good and that'll make things a little better understood - blackalicious

i like nada cambia as top violent lyrics but almost all of jedi mind tricks lyrics are like that




"Win or lose, we booze."

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Reflection Eternal - Chaos

[Talib Kweli]
We your rhyme sayers, we lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous
players who stare, when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my window when I was younger
Now I'm much older, lyrically clap MC's
If you don't know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They just babies, I snatch em out they incubators
Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth Vader
Hard as candy and suck like Now or Laters
After a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR

[Bahamadia]
Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages
Release what I hold sacred through my book of rhyme pages
Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead sea
The cadence off and on like the motion of Tai Chi
Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect, Eternally
Science to a remedy to help and get my people free, but
little support, got my thesis on freeze
My only option's doin bootlegs for the Japanese
Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseas
Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe, cause
down to the chromosomes I'm a purist to this artform
Enlighten who I touch and let the world catch on

[Talib Kweli + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous
players who stare, when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my window when I was younger

[Bahamadia]
Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the earth
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse
My cells begin to peak at least a hundred thousand hertz
Meanin my joint's prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks
I cater to these markets first, cause they gravitate to me
And appreciate the vision of what I do musically

[Talib Kweli]
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!
I walked in and they stared, see how they screwin me
Break you down, til you ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction, people's addiction to lies
It blurs the lines between the fact and fiction
Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin
You start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson

[Bahamadia]
Majors they try to hold me captive but mine are figure factions
But the foundation of hip-hop hold my braincells for ransom
I chance none, fuck them spots on charts and number one
If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious when the time comes
This grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles
Experience is missable, so I approach it from all angles and
inject some substance deep inside of rap's core
Takin emceein back to where it was before

[Talib Kweli]
Call us Liberty like the Bell of Philadelphia scenery
Me and Bahama-D, style free like Mumia need to be
Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the level
Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the devil
Lyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal
Take that bass out yyour voice you talk to me in treble
I'm "Serious" as Steady B so you know I ain't playin
I'm stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in Philly
Keep it positive, my prerogative is exercise
See through the chaos with my third eye
Word I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vivid
Throw your hands in the air if you with it, dig it

[Talib Kweli + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous
players who stare, when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my window when I was younger



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yeah that's sooo good, i love those lyrics

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don't take me for a joke, i'm no comedian. too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again.

Talib rocks dude. I really need to buy one of his albums.

listen to aesop anything, you can find something profound.

Still Dre :

"Still D.R.E."
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop]
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?

[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

[Snoop - singing]
If you ain't up on pace

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

Chorus:

[Snoop Dogg]
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl

[Dr. Dre]
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]

Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

[Chorus]

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back

[Snoop - singing]
So if you ain't up on thangs

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

[Chorus x1.5]

[Snoop]
Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.

best rap ever.

^can play on piano and rap the whole thing. the beat is sick. but one of my fav lines is by c rayz

"im master of the cypher lord of the rings, my third eye blings like the scorpion king. thats exactly what sounds funny see, cuz the next time i rap it will be on the soundtrack to mummy 3"

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more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

they are all like that... but nada cambia is the shit... i think its the most comprehensive hate ive heard anyway.

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Judge a person not by their color or creed, but by their conduct on the foosball table! - A wise man

'got mad hoes, ask beavis, I get nothing but head'
- Big L.







Money's clean cause we scrub it good. With guns and gasoline we're gonna save the world. Nothing's obscene if we only close our eyes, boys and girls, welcome to this Joyride. -dmb

how about the whole nas Illmatic cd...

but if you want one verse "life's a bitch" is one of the best on the cd:


I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage







It's Prosper bra...

my rhymes are................ slow...... but they have great ......flow.

geto boys yes yes yall


[Scarface]
Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general, the street shit, the timers
The motherfuckin criminals, see we keep it grimy
You niggaz chemicals, the weed got you blinded
I'm the original, the author of this G-shit
You niggaz pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak shit
Me I'm a nigga from the gutter motherfucker
If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street cause I'm a hustler

[Willie D]
It's Willie D y'all, it's been a minute y'all
I'm still in it y'all, fuck the critics y'all
Hoe niggaz make me hotter than tabasco
Play with my money I'ma kick you in your asshole
I see the videos, I read the magazines
Don't watch award shows, too many faggot scenes
I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist
I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots bitch

[Bushwick Bill]
Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another bitch?)
Fuck nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
Fuck laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
Nigga fuck Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherfucker with the big dick swangin
Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues
Geto Boys in this bitch still bangin
And ain't shit changin (uh-uh) ain't shit changin
Don't like faggots, hate politicians
Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen
So I, send the whole world a fuck you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, fuck you hoe! (Aww nah!)

[Chorus 2X: Geto Boys]
I keep it real with it, to the hill with it
You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it
And every morning when I get up I know shit don't change
I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs

[Willie D]
I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe
Money money money gotta get that dough
I'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these biters
Fall into the club and bitches eyes get wider
I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt
But 95% of the shit is brainwork
I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers
If she ain't talkin 'bout fuckin I'ma get on dawg

[Scarface]
Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve
If a nigga catch me slippin I'ma get that nerd
Can't let you get away with that, that shit don't work
I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat
Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match
Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatch
I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad
It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)
I like a skinny bitch, I like the big broad

[Bushwick Bill]
It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all)
I like to stand and hit it from the back y'all
I ain't the cutest nigga rappin but I still got hoes
Snatch the baddest piece up in this bitch with one eye closed
R. Kelly that's my nigga so I like girls young
18 or 23, black and white, girls cum
Little Richard like the singer, Dick for short but Bill
Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real
5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike
Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life



C'mon
Whassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup..



"I'm just gonna swing up around that boat there. There's sexy people up there."
~Jeff

Kevin Gadra: "Tim be on the lookout for the school, it has white columns"
Me: "Those are some lame ass columns"
Kevin Gadra: "What were you expecting, the fucking White House?"

you aint a mc you a CM
Common Mother fucker rappin about lexisand benz

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pretty much all of 50

oh yeah and my boy chingy

go to my profile. go to my videos. ignore skiing. listen to song.

erik b and rakim




back to the original

i heard rakim was real sick.


(zach)

Me Against the World

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

[Verse Two: Dramacydal]

Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall

Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka
Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin
And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking
when I gets to pervin, so what?
Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales
Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
they punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world

That verse by dramacydal is one of the best I've ever heard... Plus you can't forget Thugz Mansion... that shit is an anthem right there...

Thugz Mansion:

[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

[Verse Two]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]

[Verse Three]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion


A LESSON FROM A HARDCORE SMOKER:
if your really hardcore you can just smoke out of your hands. make a loose fist but keep your fingers together and pack the entire empty space in the middle with herb. then open up your pinky finger enough so that the herb doesnt fall out but you can light it. then just breath in from the top hole and ull get mad respect -eastar5

Coolidge St. Mtn - Elevation.... 5 feet.

$ $ $ $ $ B O S T O N | B A C K C O U N T R Y $ $ $ $ $

"i've got hoes" - luda


(zach)

"im goin deep like a prostitutes vagina, im pimpin more hoes than people in china"-big boi

__________________

more like "my chemical GAY romance with a gay man"!-mommy

"you aint never had a hot gun on your waste and blood on you shoe cause a nigga said the shit to you"-50 cent

yes, good call on me against the world, fucking dope tune

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don't take me for a joke, i'm no comedian. too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again.

"Yes thats my car. No it aint stolen. I hope you get shot in your colon!"- Del the funky homosapien

"im tellin' ya man, it's the best thing since backstreet boys"- Twix_182

~~~WATCH ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!!!~~~

art of fact is in their own dimension of sound.
Their lyrics are pure poetry.

Here's some clips from one of their songs 'yesterday.'

Imagination fills my head with fascination..
Lasceratations on my brain sustain the pain
infatuation.
Graduation, face to face - the truth, intimidation. I replace the aggravation with the taste of motivation.
....

Innovate, the sedated hated fated gated holds, I relate...


Far from this, But I'm farther from my soul.
I'm hard to resist, but I'm harder to hold.
Yesterday you're dead wrong,
but today you're head-strong.
I'm preparing for tomorrow because it's where I belong.

wow, that's a good track man, really good stuff

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don't take me for a joke, i'm no comedian. too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again.

yeah jedi minds shit is really like hardcore hate but i still love it

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Valley-Lu

"most of the time, majority is wrong"- punk_rider

People Under the Stairs "Acid Rain Drops" Best song ever

Out on the Porch

[Verse 1]
Lets have a mid city fiesta with your west LA connections
Hop inside the vehicle start crossing intersections
We learning life's lessons
While we blaze this herbal essence
A man was still a child and I have so many questions
A struggle on my life till we vade the misconceptions
To find a place to live between the negatives and positives
While trying to make money slanging synonyms and homonyms
I went to pops house so I can visit moms and him
Cut to the mall got them brand new pair of timberlands
Then dipped down a one way trying to skew up double k
And chill with my people on this bright and sunny day
My nigga spliff was sippin beck's I'm slappin hands with guests
Ok the shady spot so we can circulate the stress
Mary Jane invades my brain now I can't complain
I'm sayin what else is there to do besides relax
Let the problems in your mind become ancient artifacts
Perhaps these raps can help you alleviate
The things that's got you trippin you watch me demonstrate
First you ignore the nonsense and clear your conscience
Let your pen touch the paper write verbs and consonants
As the words become a sentence you start to feelin different
The stress is out your mind you feel like the weight was lifted
Terrific I'm glad we had this time to discuss
I'm outro call me if you want to blaze one up

[Chorus]
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
Just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find

[Verse 2]
I try to keep it stress free take everyday at a time
Make sure the families in place and let the music unwind
I got men to take charge like major outlet
Ride around the country chillin in my LA express
On every street corner
The importance of having fun
If he bottle spill tobacco don't nobody carry guns
We keep our minds on fun and let the drums do the bangin
On any given day like Mr. Cooper yo we hangin
Under the blue sky the state laced the small
Belucchi quarter inched cables with all the sound that we brawl
Can't get enough so brother pass another cold one
Feel like a dad at a ball game mappin with his son
Chuck D yo word up we buggin over time
From the light to the lime original star time
It's the double criss one
It camel brought the ammo so we can shoot
Game like thugs on your sport channel
Take off the du-rag replace it with a thinkin cap
If you didn't know tell the bro he should have known that
We here for one thing and that's to remain
What's the name...name...name...nigga

[Chorus]
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
Just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find

[Verse 3]
Yo L.A. hit me one time make it funky
Double down on my underground sound I'm feelin lucky
For this jackpot I jacks pot to feelin my crips
We lay back chillin and feelin the music relates
We on the to the two hangin with my crew
Bullshittin while we sittin down drinkin our Sabu
And to the afternoon turns to the moonlight
Funky tracks and nickle sacks freestylin all night
Doin it right no one with time music make it better
My crew banging two blocks like shots from my berretta
Snub no's to the hoes who pose I suppose
Honey you gotta understand your mans got flows
And I'm leavin you so by the time I get the phoenix
Underground ground hits are goin to fiend this musical genius
Transglobal by the books
Like Barnes with noble hooks
Armed with overlooked talented guests of while bless crooks
Who still lose and keep this shit alive
Something for your truths to sit around and bye bye
For camel double invest to ease stress
We bout to hip hop so have fun and god bless

[Chorus]
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find
When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops,
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
Just let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back relax one time and you goin find

[Verse 4]
Pop collars to this
Wear ice to this
Drink crys to this
Yo is there somethin we missed
Pop collars to this
Wear ice to this
Drink crys to this
Is there somethin we missed?
Yeh like my two way
Throw boes and do the shoulder shake
We throwin boes up in here
Do the shoulder shake
Oh shit my two way
Oops my shoulder shake
I'm throwin bows

Atmosphere
"Always Coming Back Home to You"


To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers…
To emo kids that got too many feelings…

He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didn’t look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Bangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said man can love an angel but he’s got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
So they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
Lookin at me like I’m just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
It’s the only culture I’ve got, exactly what we’ve been buildin
All of a sudden I’m in front of some man
No he’s a youngin but he’s got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
“Do you want this It’s not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didn’t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I don’t even know how to hold it.�
It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it’s heavier then expected,
wedged it behind my belt buckle
knowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
the extra strength felt weak,
but over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the street
put the heat in the mail box to loose it
figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
Mosey down the road thinkin’ bout the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
I’ve gotten love, I’ve gotten drunk, I’ve gotten beat up in that parking lot
I’ve had my lake street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
Took a right on Lindale I’m getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappear’d
The clowds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, starin at the last star
I should’ve known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn’t here, I’m still all alone

No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I’m always coming back home to you

They can leave me for dead they can take away my true
I’m always coming back home to you

Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
I’m always coming back home to you

As sure as the life in the garden that you grew
I’m always coming back home to you

No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I’m always coming back home to you

If only I had known what you already knew
I’m always coming back home to you

From the heaven I’ve had to the hell I been through
I’m always coming back home to you

I’m always coming back home to you


The only enemy agaist progression is FEAR!

my sig:

Anyway, a gas station we pass. We got gas, and ran off to get grub.It was a nice little pub in the middle on nowhere. Anywhere woulda been better. I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em, Ali had the fruit punch.

"dis bee shit's for the birds and the birds fly south"

I dunno why I like that one....

because I like poop.