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Hip-Hop Verses That Still Bug You Out

terrawrist III

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"sometimes I get sperm in my eye 'cuz im always on my own dick!"


DM and gemini...like little brother it's PERFECT crossover shit...FUCK Kanye west!


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Bust it, that nigga Slick Rick said
I waited long time sweatin it
I got jerked but now I'm gettin it
Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster
Stress almost held me down from bein a master
The faster, preacher, poet, a teacher
'It's been so long' like Monifah
Believe that, I'm needed, in rappin, I breathe this
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it
Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle
Ten years later you be bitin my single
Primo, take it Downtown, Swing it
Intervenin on the board, sensimil steamin, yeah
Catch the vibe like a tribal dance
In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance
Money rubbin with a shorty got bumped by a chump
Tell him, 'Step off, I'm doin the Hump'

I say it's my world, and I won't stop
and if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped

Some wish that I was gone cause they know I'ma win
In a minute I 'll be makin six G's times ten
I'm the computer, printin out data take notes
then analyze the information and press send
Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no
obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin a hoe
Me and the mic double trouble
Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable
Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out
Had the same effects from coughin blowin smoke out
Architect, rap technician, man listen
It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system

My skills ill, and all of that above
Confidence, I'm not worried bout a street buzz
I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya
Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherf**kin murderer
I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car
A wife who's never been a bimbo
Too much to ask well to me that's simple
Wanna retire on a yacht called the S. S. Minnow

I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped

Top choice, this here nigga got poise
Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise
I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye
You stand astounded wonderin how I did it
Now you're star struck, like I truck gold
Treatin me like a nigga havin a million records sold
Now a starchild, phenmonen like the X-Files
Rappers know I'm comin so they go in exile
Czar in this rap shit, comin on your mattress
Microphone fiend I make beats do backflips
Fear me like genocide, serious
How I do it through your stereo, mysterious
O.C. do demolition, nil competition
Like robot Kong on a destroy mission
A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath
I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest
Who the best, from New York to Bogota
Who got face thinkin they scare me with a scar, shit
What I be bringin is a terrible sight
A performance never again performed on the mic

I say it's my world, and I won't stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped


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Mr Man and Kweli's verses from "Fortified Live" off Soundbombing One have to go down as legendary. Sick flows, plus the Richard Gere line, so classic.

if anyone can dig up those verses, much obliged.

terrawrist III

TRIBE Member
The highest caliber, make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with a ?, do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air space over the water
I got insight, it's a clear case of reading your aura
Man, what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus
Makin' these MC's our sons like Horus
I'm always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture?
Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure

Mos Def:
I'm sippin wishing well water imported from Pluto
That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me
The interplanetary Illuminati move your body
I trekked the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty
I threw basement parties on the Mothership
Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit
Many 'habitants of this world be strivin and strugglin
Tryin to eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh
Ghetto red hot, man that shit is like bubblin
Can't get no peace cause the Beast keep troubling
Youth, they oppose and the blows they be doubling
Nike heads is trife and the shots, they be thundering
Ways and customs don't make any sense
They be givin me stress and they test my maintenance
Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance
No, this style will never lack, melanin's my evidence

Mr. Man:
In order to effective, with your words you must be selective
Cause showin and provin is the Prime Directive
Movin those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so
Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss
My point across, I gotta get to where I want to be
As the wickedest public speaker since '73
Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground
As the physical manifestation of sight and sound
So gather 'round, to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in nine ether represent right here, check it out

Chorus (2X):
This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet
Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed

Mos Def and Mr Man:
Peace be upon he, and, we MC's
Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree

Yo, what's wrong with this picture? (picture) Don't it seem bugged
MC's is high on they supply, sounds like they takin drugs
Y'all trippin like mescalin and killin the feeling like penicillin
Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and dancin on the ceilin

Go ahead and be a heroin(e), your own mind
Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line
Smokin dirty weed, ignorin the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
Swept under the rug, we turnin niggas into dust
You done came out of the earth (earth), what your life worth?
When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth

Mr. Man:
Ha...Yo, it's the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical
Lyrically a miracle, mentally I'm physical
Massively encryptical, verbally invincible
These kids wanna battle but the material's pitiful
The only original, wicked individual
Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables
Simply because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn
It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin
It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
I'll cut your ass in half and leave you with a semicolon

We cold-crushin MC's that's gold-rushin for the cheese
They see a flash in the pan waitin for royalties

Mos Def:
But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone
Shootin videos in homes that they know they'll never own
I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew
L sparking, steady barking bout the wildness they do
Posin in photographs shot at complimentary angles
Be playin Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles
Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape
Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate

Mr. Man:
Wait, my blastin rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate
Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate
Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload
So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road
See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates
I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates
Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros
My shit is so phat it be stretchin my asshole
But huh, that's not the point because I'm better than most
I make MC's Wonder like bread but then, bread gets toast
It's like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli
represent for every single real MC, you don't stop
(Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def)
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terrawrist III

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people under the stairs always deliver the goods...

"I'm chillin' in springfield, I'm ill and still don't do no shows in Shelbyville"

with a interesting metaphoar that sums up what double K and tes one are all about...I hope they make their music until they're 40 because it always puts a permanent smile on my face


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Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick, prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

Ice Cube - "We had to tear this mutha fucka up"

Sal De Ban

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fraudulent, feminine fragile as a feather in an effortless blow i crack your whole skeleton / you think you're better than canibus where's the evidence / you got below average intelligence and poor penman ship / you need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stinks / take fifty cents and purchase a pack a' peppermints / battlin' me you never win, you thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in nigga guess again / after i finish wreckin this shit i'm a' drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian

can-i-bus in tha haaaaouse!!


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Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezing cold
He was standing on the block
Sellin' cheeba
Mixin' dimes
Sayin' a rhyme
Just to pass the time
The cops passed by
But he stayed calm
'Cause the leather trench coat
Was keepin' him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself
They look like they know me
They drove away
But he didn't stay
He jumped in the cab
And he paid his tab
But guess who he saw
When he hit the block
It was the same cop car
The same two cops
They jumped out quick
They pulled a gun
They said, "Don't try to fight
And don't try to run
Cooperate and we will be your friend
Non-cooperation will be your end"
He jumped in the car
And wile they rode
They ran down the list of things he owed
They said you owe us some money
You owe us some product
'Cause you could be right
In the river tied up
He thought for a second and he said
"What is this?
You want me to pay you
To stay in business?"
They said, "That's right, or you go to prison
'Cause nobody out there is really gonna listen
To a hood," so he said, "Good
I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood"
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
(What can we get for sixty-three cents?)
A guy named Jack is selling crack
The community doesn't want him back
He sells at work
He sells in schools
He's not stupid, the cops are the fools
'Cause everyone else
Seems to go to jail
But when it comes to Jack
The cops just fail.
They can't arrest him
They cannot stop him.
'Cause even in jail
The bail unlocks him
So here is the deal
And here is the facts
If you ever wonder why
They can't stop crack
The police department
Is like a crew
It does whatever they want to do
In society you have illegal and legal
We need both to make things equal
So legal is tobacco
Illegal is speed
Legal is aspirin
Illegal is weed
Crack is illegal, cause they cannot stop ya
But cocaine is legal if its owned by a doctor
Everything you do in private is illegal
Everything's legal if they government can see you
Don't get me wrong
America is great place to live
But listen to the knowledge I give
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
Illegal Business controls America
What can we get for sixty-three cents?
What can we get for sixty-three cents?
What can we get for sixty-three cents?
KRS-One comes to start some hysteria
What what what what
What can we get for sixty-three cents
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
Yeah, illegal business controls America
(What can we get for sixty-three cents?)
Yeah, KRS-One comes to start some hysteria
(What can we get for sixty-three cents?)
Yeah, BDP takin' over America
(What can we get for sixty-three cents?)
Ganja business controls America
(What can we get for sixty-three cents?)
Cocaine, sensi, aspirin, coffee, morphine, sugar, tobacco
Got to go
(What what what what can we get?)
Illegal business controls America
(What what what can we get?)
Yeaaah (what what what what?)
Ganja business controls America
(What what what can we get for sixty-three cents?)
Yeaaah, cocaine business controls America
(What what what what can we get?)
Illegal business controls America
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M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man

Hey you get off my clooud
Let me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
It's the Meth Tical jet to Cal I'm the buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double barrel yeah Meth bring it to them proper
Partner you ain't got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up
Took one, added seven more now you eight up
Get on down wit' your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my dick
But you don't know shit, uh-huh
What's your definition of a real emcee
From what you dedicated, hey it must be me
Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
Give me the green light, and the sign one way
Have you had your meth today
Huh, move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on down, Meth-Tical
Oh I often pray that I will
But today I am still
Just a...

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked
Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit
A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it
Mic flow show up and try to grab it
I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd
Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word
Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt
Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth
Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey
Enter the square if you dare
Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real
I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair
To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair
And get mine, cuz she love me long time
Bartender bring more wine
Get in line for the...


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Originally posted by fleaflo
Wikked track, wikked wikked tape. I wore out two of them!
i have the vinyl, but its in pretty bad shape too. the lp got more play than any hiphop album ever in my crate.
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Sugar D

TRIBE Promoter
Great Day- Madvillain.

Doom is crazy!

Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist
Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posse's on raw really momma I want to sing
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapenos
Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish fiender
He just came from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the Matrix, its mad glitches
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more..
Booze, put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims he don't use
He only keep 'em to decorate
If you wanna peep him select a date
And bring a deep check like checkmate
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought it's too thick
His assistant said: "Doom, you sick" he said: "True" through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
With micropower through he's sound and right reasoning
Easy as Pi, three point one four
One more one false move and they're done for


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Yo man, give me that microphone and sit down
Cos a brother like me is known to get down
So get up from the rhyme and you'll find
It's designed to give sight to the blind and enlighten the mind
And the lines are arranged in a strange unorthodox style
That knocks you out the box and blocks the competition
On a mission, fishin' in an empty tank
Comin' up blank
Crank the drums up so I can hear it
And it sums up, the thumbs up on the lyrics
And I'm droppin' it
Heavy like lead...we're dumb, kid
Can you pick the perfect poet out the patch?
E he scratches, I make the words match
Try to catch up and you'll break your jaw
Don't laugh, I heard it happened before
Some sap said, "That nigga can't rap"
I had to pull back the trigger and cap
A full round of rhymes and aim for the head
Not to put it to bed, but instead
Pick his brains just like a psychiatrist
He had no idea that I could just
Mentally took the brother for bad
I just wanted to see what kinda knowledge he had
He wasn't too bright so I had to shed some light
And now me and the kid's alright
He heard 'Give It Here' and had no idea I get dumb
I be droppin' rhymes on drums...

Made in Manhattan, bred in the Bronx, boy
I ain't no toy, I'll destroy
Any form of competitor
In the form of a predator
I'll stay ahead of the comp. one jump
I know where I'm goin', yo and where I'm from
I was taught to go for mine
Even if I had to throw for mine that's fine
But I left the neighbourhood
Just cos I came to Cali don't mean I went Hollywood
I'm still good and why shouldn't I kick it?
Stay awhile the freestyle is wicked
Rough and rugged, but it's not ragged
Cos it's not the way Def Jef does it
When I get in it I rhyme infinite
And that means forever
Whether obstacles in the way hinder
They bother me not a bit, cos hey
Small things are nothin' to a giant
When rappers get defiant
I ain't scared, I'm prepared
Within my realm no souls are spared
Don't try to read me, you'll be baffled
Before you test me you best be careful
Cos you have no idea where I'm comin' from
I be droppin' rhymes on drums...

Like a bear not your ordinaire, call me a grizzly
Like a bee I'm bound to bust busy
Expressing all thoughts with the notion in positive mode
God offered the ride and I rode
Listeners riding along with the legend in motion
Yeah, you knew I had the potion
A pinch of pizzazz and a smidgen of sincere savvy
A funky beat, and what have we here?
Not a mere but a major
A flavour you savour so tasteful, so watch your behaviour
Yeah, dope is what I gave ya
But you don't smoke or sniff, this dope'll save ya
From suckers you've been subjected to
Listenin' to, I'll rescue you
S.O.S in effect with Def Jef and DJ Erick Vaan
Rockin' you on
Friend or foe I'll take you blow by blow
If you're a king then you know I'll overthrow
So please don't provoke me, this ain't no joke, see?
You feel pain by every stroke of the pen
I don't mean to be a jinx, but then
When you come against me your career's at an end
I'll attack with a rap that is apt to attract
Basic hip-hoppers cos basics are back
Oops, made a mistake, I'm in a daze
With me nothin's basic, let me rephrase
Wonderful words, adjectives and verbs
Nouns by the pound, superb speeches and slurs
Simply supplying a subtle suggestion
If you're selecting make me your selection
Upon completion of suckers deleted
The poet with soul will calmly be seated
Thinkin' "I'm good and you knew it"
Rhymes grow and flow so smooth like a fluid
Or liquid...with high liquidity
I'm turnin' rap to cash in a flash
But money's not the name of the game or my claim to fame
To make you rock is my one and only aim
There's no comparison to what I've become
I be droppin' rhymes on drums...

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I'm Old School I guess

I remember buying the tape in Buffalo, N.Y cuz it had yet to be allowed into Canada ( back in 88). I remember sitting in the back of my dad's car listening to this on headphones, with my jaw in my lap. I couldn't believe it.


Artist: N.W.A.
Album: Straight Outta Compton
Song: If it Ain't Ruff

[MC Ren:]
Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage
so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich
Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this
You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually
Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and
I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
So brothers that wanna scrap with me
That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me
especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me
coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison
And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
but I understand coz you're mentally slow
coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go

If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then]

I can tell that you're afraid to fight me
simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat
I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne
It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
This is the round where the punch will go
until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow
I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin
Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin
Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen
The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen
This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??]
against a brother on a tip, with [??]
Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin
but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin
with the hype of a 9 Volt battery
and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
Meanin I'm a flow
I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
[Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky]

The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect
while I'm thinkin of a fool to select
to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim
slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them
Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer
and get a new track o' drums so I can play with
percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I
for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear
coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
but a soldier with a top rankin
givin dope material, the hell with the gankin
So play like an airplane and just jet
and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not
I'm afraid of the show
that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[The gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't

Bernnie Federko

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I remember the day this broke...

Slick Rick - Children's Story

Uncle Ricky, will you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh, please?
Allright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook.
Ya'll Tucked in?
Here we go...

Once upon a time,
Not long ago,
Where people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
Where laws where stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they ought to - good,
There lived a little boy who was misslead
By another little boy,
And this is what he said:
"Me and you tike, we're gonna make some cash",
"Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash",
They did the job,
Money came with ease,
But one couldn't stop!
It's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another,
And a sister and a brother,
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabed his arm,
He started actin' eratic,
He said:
"Keep still boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap,
But little did he know,
The little boy was strapped,
The kid pulled outta gun,
He said:
"Why'd you hit me?"
The barrell was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared,
The kid, he starts to figure:
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger",
So he cold dashed,
And ran around the block,
Cop radios in to another ladie cop,
He ran by a tree,
There he saw the sister,
Shot for the head,
He shot back but he missed her,
Looked 'round good,
And from excpectations,
He decided he'd head for the subway stations,
She was comming and he made a left,
He was running top speed,
Till he was out of breath,
Knocked and old man down,
And swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandonded building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up a door,
There guess who he saw?
Dave! The dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said:
"I need bullets, hurry up, run!",
The dope fiend rolled back a spankin' shot gun!
He went outside but there were cops all over,
THen he dipped into a car;
A stolen nova,
Raced up the block doin' 83,
Crashed into a tree,
Near University,
Escaped alive,
Though the car was battered,
And all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets,
And he still had static,
Grabbed the pregnant ladie,
And pulled out the automatic,
Point it at her head,
He said the gun was full of lead,
He told the cops:
"Back off, or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart,
He knew he was wrong,
So he lets the ladie go,
And he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded,
He seemed astounded,
And, before long the boy got surrounded,
He dropped his gun,
So went the glory,
And this is the way I have to end this story,
He was only one teen in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid,
I still here him scream,
This ain't funny,
So don't ya' dare laugh,
Just another case about the wrong path,
Straight and narrow,
Or your soul gets cast,
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Originally posted by bboyrds
I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your shit wasn't so wack, I'd diss you to yo' track
what track is this?? I have been trying to figure it out for the longest time.

my favs will always be by common sense

In front of two’inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write’ I see my daughter’s eyes
I’m the truth’ across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I’d be theme music
My music’ you either fight’ fuck’ or dream to it

I start thinking’ how many souls hip’hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one’s perspective
Though some of that shit y’all pop true it’ I ain’t relating
If I don’t like it’ I don’t like it’ that don’t mean that I’m hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
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