Favorite lyrics

NSG

pop brand new tags, off of brand new clothes, brush my hair back, and kick the hoe out the doe (door)...

tre sies mafia...

Doe Boy Fresh

...and so I still provide something useful...

"If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant"
Matt Good

Bike, or anything off Animals-Pink Floyd

Watch automater draw a lazer of a higher intensity and instantly missably create a symphony

Deltron-

Mastermind

I take 3 l's to the head love live life then im dead

-weezy

I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband
I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing

- weezy

"lets have some fun this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick"

my threads!

let me sleep on it, baby baby. meat loaf

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead

These day I barely get by
I don’t even try

It’s a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There’s distant lights
But here they’re far and few
And the sun don’t shine
Even when its day
You got to drive all night
Just to feel like you’re ok


- Beck, The Golden Age

Aiy! If I may interject
Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night..................
............. the beat won't fail me
With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily
And all that kerosene ain't cheap
Villain been deep since a teenage creep
Peep - he always was a gentleman
And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there next to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
He don't know his own strength
When he's on the bone it's like the microphone's length
and width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?
Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box

-MF Doom (Dangerdoom), Benzie Box

my signiture

do my thang: by juelz santana

You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes, but you could smell this cali cush wit da zippy closed

yep im back by fabulous

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You ever notice how your life is rollin by you, it isn’twhat it seems,

I wrote this down so you know that I knew this is just adream,

It’s the fictitious stuff you see as voyeurs, the sametricks that makes us believe in lawyers,

They sell the same lies to the girls and boys for your wholelife telling you that the worlds your oyster,

If that’s the case, im allergic to seafood castaway andthat’s what theyre serving to feed you,

So your covered in goiters you love and enjoy us through thewaistline in eight days time you see through,

Whose to say itll improve today you can lose some weight butyou didn’t want to lose your way,

And life is one of those books where you choose your fate soyou can hang yourself but I bet the noose will break,

Hey I guess you gotta try and laugh at it, becausemathematically its half tragic and half habit dagnabit,

Who woulda ever thought I woulda got the short straw out oflife if I grabbed at it,

Im on a path padded down by soft feet feeling like the lastcat in town, what dogs eat,

King of the fools on a short leash, I used to laugh at theclowns who had all the crown before me,

Well now im chuckling at my own expense it doesn’t cost methe bucks that Ive been known to spend on what a simple cup of coffee and donutcan, its like save the children but for grown up men, friends

Im in a zen place sporting a gents face throwing my chump,im over the hump like wendsdays

I don’t go for most of the junk my friends say, I let itroll over my cold shoulder like bengay

That’s the best way to treat disaster because if you letregrets stay it eats you faster then your breastplate shakes when you breathwith asthma death may take you to grain and pastures

I need a pastor, a priest or rabbi, and im shamed to askeach if hes the bad guy to blame for the fact that I lead a sad life ashamed topack up and leave my campsite

You got to find a way to laugh right? When im practicallypissing my pants over this damn ride and I don’t wanna end up missing thechance for me to grab my slice from the dishing in advance

Man I spend a lot of time listening to cants, instead ofopening the lid on the cans, If I put half my time spent on bitching and rantsin a plan I could slid from the trance

But I guess this is the dance of life I lead, my lawn is ina grass of thigh-high weeds. My wife lives with my man besides my streets, so Isee her kissing again every time I leave

And im just trying to find my speed, fucking jiminy cricketsI got another cop giving me tickets.

What would my life be if it didn’t seem wicked, even mylandlord said shed love to get me evicted.

That’s cold, Id expect a mother to stick with her ownstruggling nitwit son whose a misfit, asshole but nothing convicts it id put mytrust in lady luck if she wasn’t sadistic,

But ive had so little success im elated at the prospect ofrest of being cremated and right now im thinking of putting this mic downbecause being dead is even better than being hated,

This aint quite how I was picturing my career theyresticking it in my rear these are not my terms but I figured im in the clearsince they’ve got me burned until the funeral director went and dropped my urn,

Well, I guess you gotta learn to laugh at it, when you’rethe burner of your own joke it seem as tragic,

Take it from someone who knows folks, lyrics in a mathematicpattern for outrunning your own woes,

Well so goes your roll at the zoo but its still isnt what itseems that’s why I wrote this down so you knew, this is just a dream.

- misery loves comedy, louis logic

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"look what the bloods did to weezy
look what the crips did to jeezy
this gangbanger shit ain't nothing to play with
me and snoop dogg just make it look easy"

Verse One: Ghostface Killah

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

Verse Two: Killah Priest

I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Verse Three: The RZA

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)

The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the limp on temp
with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin to figure who invented
this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis 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

Nigga you a pussy hope ya got 9 lives

Up and down
And in the end
It's only round and round
-Us and Them by Pink Floyd


best album ever made.

You know i'm born to lose

masta ace -soda and soap

I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street
From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat
She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace
And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece
She danced at this club and made the guys holler
And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars
The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep
And everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke"
Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne
Who always bettin' money on the Giants game
As soon as it's on yo I stayed away
Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay
I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper
Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper"
Went to the bar checked the score
Got the bartender told him what to pour
He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup
And told me the game was tied "7up"
Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance
Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance
To spend a little money trying to see the rest
She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress
But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go
I already saw the show
See I went to a club like this in Toronto
And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough
And ever since then I see and see clear
You never find love in this atmosphere
Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in
Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing
So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye
And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky
No matter where you from or which way you leaning
Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning

...these are your favorite lyrics?  these lyrics speak to you in some way?

ns sure is fucked sometimes.

my persona's like tony montana

umm so these are cheesy and sentimental but they're my all time favorite lyrics:

this song is so classic masta ace. it has the exact same old school concept as alphabet soup.

that line, told me the game was tied, 7 up. that shit is dope.

very good albums.

immortal technique dance with the devil
 
once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever


 

Child have a better life, wow its a better life

your just mad cuz i got my dick sucked, and my balls licked.

notorious big, going back to calli

Safe sex is great sex
So better wear a latex
Cuz you dont want that late text
that i think im late text
so wrap it up

that was mine as well.

also someone posted it so its in there, when the president talks to god

cause im too lazy to find them for you: Jurassic 5 - You Gotta Understand

a day in the life, paul mcCartney solo- the beatles

No homo my flow is harder than an erection, thats why i fuck the world with protection

anything by Lupe Fiasco = lyrical genius

biggie was an amazing poet too.

who doesnt like robert nesta? classic.

3 R's by jack johnson pretty much describes me