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The Illest Rap Thread Ever
- Thread starter ARTofMAKINGfire
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gonejah17
Member
one more for u try to follow along
one more for u try to follow along
I take these niggas out that was smirkin from before/Ill merc a nigga raw like its terminator 4/Im humble when Im mumblin but I got more than balls/Ill take ya jordans off ya and werr them on ya lawn/I make tracks, ya think back, ya like "I swore I sawem . ."/Im just that quick, trust I dip, when I tuck that clip if u talk that shit u get plucked outcha whip then Buck Plow thats it
GJ17
one more for u try to follow along
I take these niggas out that was smirkin from before/Ill merc a nigga raw like its terminator 4/Im humble when Im mumblin but I got more than balls/Ill take ya jordans off ya and werr them on ya lawn/I make tracks, ya think back, ya like "I swore I sawem . ."/Im just that quick, trust I dip, when I tuck that clip if u talk that shit u get plucked outcha whip then Buck Plow thats it
GJ17
[Devin]
High, yes I am
Smokin this weed again
I had one sweet left, I broke it down and rolled two
And sold them hoes and scored a three for ten
I spend my cash and time on grass and wine
You ask for my opinion, I say it don't make
A lot of hoes hope you choke and stay broke
Or smoke coke but nope, I bend but won't break
I made major mistakes but hey, they're all mine
You gotta learn how to get up when you fall down
Lived in a small town throwin rocks at cows in a field of dreams
Hopin it will amount to just more than a hell of beans
I feel the need for beer and weed
[redneck]
Why don't you smoke some here with me?
And we can ride through the ghettos and trailer parks
We can drink and spark until it gets dark
[Devin]
I wake up in the mornin and I roll me a square
Sweet or whatever, I put that hoe in the air
[inhales] Hit that muthafucka couple of times
Sit back and recline and try to relax my mind
With some
REEFER AND BEER!!!!!!!
High, yes I am
Smokin this weed again
I had one sweet left, I broke it down and rolled two
And sold them hoes and scored a three for ten
I spend my cash and time on grass and wine
You ask for my opinion, I say it don't make
A lot of hoes hope you choke and stay broke
Or smoke coke but nope, I bend but won't break
I made major mistakes but hey, they're all mine
You gotta learn how to get up when you fall down
Lived in a small town throwin rocks at cows in a field of dreams
Hopin it will amount to just more than a hell of beans
I feel the need for beer and weed
[redneck]
Why don't you smoke some here with me?
And we can ride through the ghettos and trailer parks
We can drink and spark until it gets dark
[Devin]
I wake up in the mornin and I roll me a square
Sweet or whatever, I put that hoe in the air
[inhales] Hit that muthafucka couple of times
Sit back and recline and try to relax my mind
With some
REEFER AND BEER!!!!!!!
always liked the b-boy ducument on soundbombing2 as well.
mos def rocked it. i miss those days of real hip hop.
[Mos Def]
It's on fire tonight
Everything on my side is lookin alright
It's high power original, b-boy traditional
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
true brand imperial you're hearin on your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit BACK, and listen, you ain't, in no position
to deal with my condition-al mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful
Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual
Ock, I'm not FEELIN YOU; don't know what your label
tellin you -- or what magic beans they sellin you
I can flow, you can't though, example
of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah)
Who be bitchin out to A&R demands so
you can collect your little petty cash advance HOE
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T
mos def rocked it. i miss those days of real hip hop.
[Mos Def]
It's on fire tonight
Everything on my side is lookin alright
It's high power original, b-boy traditional
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
true brand imperial you're hearin on your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit BACK, and listen, you ain't, in no position
to deal with my condition-al mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful
Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual
Ock, I'm not FEELIN YOU; don't know what your label
tellin you -- or what magic beans they sellin you
I can flow, you can't though, example
of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah)
Who be bitchin out to A&R demands so
you can collect your little petty cash advance HOE
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T
Collie Man
Member
All of these vids you should watch! Bone thugs are one of the most talented groups out there i think!
Bone Thugs N Harmony: Strictly For My Grind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6Fb0wZA2Ag&feature=related
Check out this little freestyle
Krayzie bone-artillery shop
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3bIeHqG9oE&feature=related
Bone Thugs N Harmony: Strictly For My Grind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6Fb0wZA2Ag&feature=related
Check out this little freestyle
Krayzie bone-artillery shop
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3bIeHqG9oE&feature=related
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T
texsativa
When the world starts to stress you out, what you do?
Put a cancer stick up in your mouth, or grab a brew?
Sold in stores but the fact remains is, they the blame
And the governments been taxin that, gettin paid
If its taxable its cool to smoke, kill or not
And the alcohol is killin folks, true or not?
Other people try to make you bad, but I know you not
When my situations lookin sad I know I got,
A true friend in my time of need..all I need..
Your natural you come from seeds, I decree
Makes me happy when I'm feelin pain
Once again makes me happy just to hear your name
Do your thang mary jane
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
Happy just to hear your name
Maryjane do your thang
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
When you sad, depressed, and feeling strange, who you blame?
Need some company to keep you sane? call her name...
Mary jane, I love you, mary jane, do your thang..
You're all I need to get me through this thang, true to game.
You aint never made me smash my thangs, scratch the Range.
Anything you've always kept me tame and its plain
For me to see that you my everything, M ary jane.
Mary jane helps to ease the brain when you hang
Through the seasons you aint never change, stayed the same.
Never seen what people seen in speed you became
Naturally you everything we needdo the thang
Do your thang baby true indeed
Do your thang mary jane
Happy just to hear your name, mary jane.
Put a cancer stick up in your mouth, or grab a brew?
Sold in stores but the fact remains is, they the blame
And the governments been taxin that, gettin paid
If its taxable its cool to smoke, kill or not
And the alcohol is killin folks, true or not?
Other people try to make you bad, but I know you not
When my situations lookin sad I know I got,
A true friend in my time of need..all I need..
Your natural you come from seeds, I decree
Makes me happy when I'm feelin pain
Once again makes me happy just to hear your name
Do your thang mary jane
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
Happy just to hear your name
Maryjane do your thang
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
Mary, mary, mary, mary, mary
When you sad, depressed, and feeling strange, who you blame?
Need some company to keep you sane? call her name...
Mary jane, I love you, mary jane, do your thang..
You're all I need to get me through this thang, true to game.
You aint never made me smash my thangs, scratch the Range.
Anything you've always kept me tame and its plain
For me to see that you my everything, M ary jane.
Mary jane helps to ease the brain when you hang
Through the seasons you aint never change, stayed the same.
Never seen what people seen in speed you became
Naturally you everything we needdo the thang
Do your thang baby true indeed
Do your thang mary jane
Happy just to hear your name, mary jane.
T
texsativa
I got another for ya
I'm tired livin' f up, tired of livin' bad
Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me
When you gonna go to church Chad?
Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image
That she would want to see,
But I got one foot in the street,
And every week I flip a K.
I never wanted to be a G
But n depend on me.
It ain't safe to hit I-10
So n fear with me.
And all the n that I went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to fool wit
Out there selling that white shit.
Pushin' cocaine, n whole existence
Dependant on the game.
What ya want me to do? its like somebody cut my throat
Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred
And ain't nobody got no dough
So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist
And if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind
By sucking my d
Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts
In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you wonder why yo' n out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime
But if I told you that n you know that I be lyin'
And I've been f p since the tender age of nine
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But still I puts in work and front for my folks
Cause where I come from n, family just ain't no joke
Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe, some say that ns selling dope
And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk
But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers are false prophets
Fn' hoes and gettin' paid
I'm lookin' for the...
You only got one life to live
That's all they give us to do it
You could bullshit your way through it
Or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas
Be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost
The people in the lane get tossed
The streets'll eat your ass alive
Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives
And nobody's surprised if somebody
Don't survive the dusk to see dawn
It's treacherous how we was left to die
On the streets that we be on
Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
Probably cause society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us
Got all these little ns slangin' that yay
Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable
So how can I substain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my gd self
Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham
Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off that slab
Cause poverty will push a n over that brink
Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge
So instead of being without, I'm hustling
Tryin' to get through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get the fk outta this maze
A man will committ a crime 'cause a fn' crime pays
I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
Until there's a reason a mother fkrs gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He can get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
You can't fake it, to get that hi life
I'm tired livin' f up, tired of livin' bad
Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me
When you gonna go to church Chad?
Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image
That she would want to see,
But I got one foot in the street,
And every week I flip a K.
I never wanted to be a G
But n depend on me.
It ain't safe to hit I-10
So n fear with me.
And all the n that I went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to fool wit
Out there selling that white shit.
Pushin' cocaine, n whole existence
Dependant on the game.
What ya want me to do? its like somebody cut my throat
Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred
And ain't nobody got no dough
So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist
And if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind
By sucking my d
Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts
In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you wonder why yo' n out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime
But if I told you that n you know that I be lyin'
And I've been f p since the tender age of nine
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But still I puts in work and front for my folks
Cause where I come from n, family just ain't no joke
Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe, some say that ns selling dope
And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk
But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers are false prophets
Fn' hoes and gettin' paid
I'm lookin' for the...
You only got one life to live
That's all they give us to do it
You could bullshit your way through it
Or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas
Be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost
The people in the lane get tossed
The streets'll eat your ass alive
Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives
And nobody's surprised if somebody
Don't survive the dusk to see dawn
It's treacherous how we was left to die
On the streets that we be on
Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
Probably cause society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us
Got all these little ns slangin' that yay
Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable
So how can I substain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my gd self
Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham
Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off that slab
Cause poverty will push a n over that brink
Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge
So instead of being without, I'm hustling
Tryin' to get through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get the fk outta this maze
A man will committ a crime 'cause a fn' crime pays
I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
Until there's a reason a mother fkrs gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He can get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
You can't fake it, to get that hi life
This my folks I probly wont see again:
"All my life, for societys problems they been blamen me, so they framen me
after that arain'n me, back in the day from a tree they woulda been hangin me
No wonder why people love my color so angrely, see?
you cant see it cuz you in the inside lookin out,
Im lookin out as if Im lookin out hopen I dont get tooken out
and become an other life, another statistic,
victum of inner city violence that was sinisterly wicked
see a poison mind is a dangerous thing
got us concentraten on killin instead uh changin the game
some niggas struggle and strain and aim for fame
instead uh they dividends increasen they remain'n the same
still think niggas dont got room ta complain?
the way the world is ta blame for the injuries I sustained- eternal pain
All my life, I been dealin with it livin like a villian with it"
All my life....T
"All my life, for societys problems they been blamen me, so they framen me
after that arain'n me, back in the day from a tree they woulda been hangin me
No wonder why people love my color so angrely, see?
you cant see it cuz you in the inside lookin out,
Im lookin out as if Im lookin out hopen I dont get tooken out
and become an other life, another statistic,
victum of inner city violence that was sinisterly wicked
see a poison mind is a dangerous thing
got us concentraten on killin instead uh changin the game
some niggas struggle and strain and aim for fame
instead uh they dividends increasen they remain'n the same
still think niggas dont got room ta complain?
the way the world is ta blame for the injuries I sustained- eternal pain
All my life, I been dealin with it livin like a villian with it"
All my life....T
"No justice no peace then, mr. policeman
save a life for your kids and wife
No more donuts and coffee
and ill be back once i get up off these concrete streets
Infrared scope and im mad as fuck
im on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs cuz they suck
pick em off one by one cuz they all got a strap tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
looking at the news and now i see pounds caught and ???? terms comin up sooner than he thought
it might be at the stoplight or maybe at the station
either way it goes im still makin bacon
stuff him with an apple in his mouth make sure hes gaffled
tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle
throw him in the dungeon leave his badge and his gun in the car
turn it upside down burn it up
and let it blaze on all i got left is one gauge
i slung all the ones that i brung from the gun store
i got to get at least 3 more and i could give a fuck what you thought i got em for." ---black together again....KING TEE
well its a hot hot sunday, jumped up around a quarter to ten
had to run and get this blunt that i left in my benz
i lit the shit and caught an early mornin buzz and called my nigga E "what up loc?" " what up cuzzz?"
Im thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance and maybe hit a few corners
i let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin... for me to hit the switch and frost the daytons
i tap my shit yo my shit was hot so i drove it straight to the wash spot
they shined my shit up real glossy suckers starin but my shit jumps like kriss kross G.
so fuck what ya heard cuz my trey does flips...the super clean 3 with the lifts
i guess i got my whole day planned and im trippin quick to hit the switch so lets go dippin...." dippin...KING TEE
takin it back to '93 and '94 compton ..peace
save a life for your kids and wife
No more donuts and coffee
and ill be back once i get up off these concrete streets
Infrared scope and im mad as fuck
im on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs cuz they suck
pick em off one by one cuz they all got a strap tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
looking at the news and now i see pounds caught and ???? terms comin up sooner than he thought
it might be at the stoplight or maybe at the station
either way it goes im still makin bacon
stuff him with an apple in his mouth make sure hes gaffled
tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle
throw him in the dungeon leave his badge and his gun in the car
turn it upside down burn it up
and let it blaze on all i got left is one gauge
i slung all the ones that i brung from the gun store
i got to get at least 3 more and i could give a fuck what you thought i got em for." ---black together again....KING TEE
well its a hot hot sunday, jumped up around a quarter to ten
had to run and get this blunt that i left in my benz
i lit the shit and caught an early mornin buzz and called my nigga E "what up loc?" " what up cuzzz?"
Im thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance and maybe hit a few corners
i let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin... for me to hit the switch and frost the daytons
i tap my shit yo my shit was hot so i drove it straight to the wash spot
they shined my shit up real glossy suckers starin but my shit jumps like kriss kross G.
so fuck what ya heard cuz my trey does flips...the super clean 3 with the lifts
i guess i got my whole day planned and im trippin quick to hit the switch so lets go dippin...." dippin...KING TEE
takin it back to '93 and '94 compton ..peace
SkareCrow
Member
Immortal Technique- Creation and destruction
fucking amazing lyrics
Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit
I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships
Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi
The government took Nazi scientists from Germany
To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me
'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me
When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me
But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally
Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally
'Cause I'm a spiritual witch
Devils are incompatible
I've been around since the planet was inhabitable
I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals
Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals
But until then, I had alien women suck me off
When God said "Let there be light", I turned it the fuck off
And that's the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old
I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold
The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold
Fuck what you've been told
My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness
Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region
Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons
Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated
Undebatable reinstated to leave you decapitated
Je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense ["Je suis fous" means "I am mad" in French]
I'll split every pound of your body into six pence
I'm sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense
I'll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors
You'll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors
I'll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol
Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall
I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall
This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl
Immortal Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss
'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers exist
Hahahahaha yeah, real oh
We about to crash somethin' now, yo
Yo, yo, yo
I'm the stronghold on your neck that doesn't let you breathe
Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe
More dangerous than your ignorant ass could ever perceive
A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas
Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live
So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids
You're such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did
My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end
I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends
You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend
I'll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again
You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men
I'm iller than any plague God gave Moses to send
You wanna make amends, 'cause I'm the reason that the earth shakes
Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes
fucking amazing lyrics
Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit
I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships
Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi
The government took Nazi scientists from Germany
To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me
'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me
When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me
But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally
Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally
'Cause I'm a spiritual witch
Devils are incompatible
I've been around since the planet was inhabitable
I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals
Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals
But until then, I had alien women suck me off
When God said "Let there be light", I turned it the fuck off
And that's the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old
I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold
The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold
Fuck what you've been told
My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness
Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region
Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons
Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated
Undebatable reinstated to leave you decapitated
Je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense ["Je suis fous" means "I am mad" in French]
I'll split every pound of your body into six pence
I'm sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense
I'll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors
You'll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors
I'll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol
Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall
I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall
This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl
Immortal Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss
'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers exist
Hahahahaha yeah, real oh
We about to crash somethin' now, yo
Yo, yo, yo
I'm the stronghold on your neck that doesn't let you breathe
Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe
More dangerous than your ignorant ass could ever perceive
A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas
Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live
So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids
You're such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did
My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end
I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends
You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend
I'll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again
You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men
I'm iller than any plague God gave Moses to send
You wanna make amends, 'cause I'm the reason that the earth shakes
Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes
Styles P
Member
any one like AZ?
[Intro: Nas]
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money getting niggas
Need my assistance to stack figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
But still sceptic on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga that swing through ain't my man just cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high helps me escape it
Temporarily, though it don't worry me
The wise verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fuck with those beyond my age bracket
Cos they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is accurate
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we feel relaxed with
[Chorus: Nas] + (AZ)
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
[Verse 2: AZ]
So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And in two, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
It's realism so I visualize it to live it
Movin cleverly, with intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
symbolises the essence, you're sailin in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
They had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous
Life's a performance so players play with endurance
Cos for more cents, any villain's willing to get more intense
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
As long as we're leaving thieving, we'll be leaving wit some kind of doe,
so...
[Chorus: Nas] + (AZ)
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, NYC)
[Intro: Nas]
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money getting niggas
Need my assistance to stack figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
But still sceptic on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga that swing through ain't my man just cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high helps me escape it
Temporarily, though it don't worry me
The wise verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fuck with those beyond my age bracket
Cos they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is accurate
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we feel relaxed with
[Chorus: Nas] + (AZ)
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
[Verse 2: AZ]
So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And in two, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
It's realism so I visualize it to live it
Movin cleverly, with intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
symbolises the essence, you're sailin in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
They had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous
Life's a performance so players play with endurance
Cos for more cents, any villain's willing to get more intense
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
As long as we're leaving thieving, we'll be leaving wit some kind of doe,
so...
[Chorus: Nas] + (AZ)
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, NYC)
Yo VIP let's kick it
Ice ice baby ... ice ice baby
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold .. too cold
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby ... ice ice baby
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Ice ice baby ... vanillla
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold .. too cold
Ice ice baby
G
Guest
its sad every black guy thinks he is going to be a rap star or a basketball player what a sham.but its funny as shit .hahahahahahahahaha
Andre Nickatina - Soul Of A Coke Dealer
This song is fucking amazing
You say you want it all
You say forget the law
And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw
You gon' be like the ones in sky
And for a sec I was bout to ask why
But we was broke
It's 83' with a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die
Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty
That niggaz mackin bitches makin money
That shit ain't funny
Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller
It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer
And in my callin' I could see the scrilla
Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try
We had a lunch date, in 1988
And from your sad face, you said you caught a case
But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good
You movin' on thru the hood
Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo
Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call
And like paper I was ripped apart
Because you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, cuz im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range
Cuz these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, party my last day
Praise to the double glock
I've smoken so much pot
I don't know if I like it or not
I got beef wit the Barry brothers
They started hearin' my name up in the game
And told the undercovers
Yeah so here we go round and round
The streets don't make a sound
Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind state for all those niggaz
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for coke dealers
Word life..
Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do?
I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad
He said Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the competition near me
I hate em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my life
Live by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her best
The police picked up the phone started to laugh
And said he's under arrest
I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face when I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell
I made a call and I got a plot
Cuz when it comes to this lawyer
He wants the money man there ain't no disguise
And these bitches with these cold hearts
Man they be tellin' they friends
That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is legendary
And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane with no brakes
And when it comes to this money
I need a bakery to cook these cakes
Man I'm goin to hell
Or I'm a die in jail
Or these bullets gon' rain
And I'm gonna get nailed
Cut cut cut me down Nicky
It make me wanna shiver
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life..
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life... [x2]
This song is fucking amazing
You say you want it all
You say forget the law
And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw
You gon' be like the ones in sky
And for a sec I was bout to ask why
But we was broke
It's 83' with a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die
Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty
That niggaz mackin bitches makin money
That shit ain't funny
Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller
It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer
And in my callin' I could see the scrilla
Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try
We had a lunch date, in 1988
And from your sad face, you said you caught a case
But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good
You movin' on thru the hood
Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo
Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call
And like paper I was ripped apart
Because you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, cuz im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range
Cuz these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, party my last day
Praise to the double glock
I've smoken so much pot
I don't know if I like it or not
I got beef wit the Barry brothers
They started hearin' my name up in the game
And told the undercovers
Yeah so here we go round and round
The streets don't make a sound
Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind state for all those niggaz
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for coke dealers
Word life..
Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do?
I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad
He said Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the competition near me
I hate em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my life
Live by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her best
The police picked up the phone started to laugh
And said he's under arrest
I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face when I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell
I made a call and I got a plot
Cuz when it comes to this lawyer
He wants the money man there ain't no disguise
And these bitches with these cold hearts
Man they be tellin' they friends
That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is legendary
And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane with no brakes
And when it comes to this money
I need a bakery to cook these cakes
Man I'm goin to hell
Or I'm a die in jail
Or these bullets gon' rain
And I'm gonna get nailed
Cut cut cut me down Nicky
It make me wanna shiver
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life..
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life... [x2]
S
Space Ghost
fuck all ya'll!
stop writing raps
and go play vollyball
stop writing raps
and go play vollyball
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