Favortie Lyrics?

What are your favorite lyrics or lines from a song?

This is why I'm hotThis is why I'm hotThis is why, this is why this is why I'm hotI'm hot because I'm flyyou ain't because you not.This is why, this is why this is why I'm hot:HAHAHA:

Some of my favorite lyrics come from Nas.My two favorites (other than NY State of Mind) are Life's a bi*ch and One Mic. I especially like AZ's verse in Life's a bi*ch. Ive been completely obsessed with Nas for quite a while now, he has become my favorite rapper.

Some favorites are..Talib Kweli- Niggas Lie a lot"U Know How I Can Tell U WhackIt?s 2007 N U Still Sellin Crack":HAHAHA: oh man.Lupe Fiasco- "Real Recognize Real", also the verse on the Cipher that was on BET"they say the game is the belly of a beastand blunts for fingers hollow tips for teethwiretaps for ears, nike airs for feetblasphemy for prayersa system for a heart rap music for beats heroine for the sunmarried to the street crack pipe for lungsand he never sleeps just spys with dice in his eyesloves life because he likes when it dieswhen the baking so and sohe coughs up pleasureclothes made of dollar bills that he sewed togetherhe knows hes cleverjealous his house?saw a liquor thats poured out and goes right in his mouthrides around on a stray bulletwith prostitutes pimps dope dealins and killins tied to a pullintv in his head strippers slide down his legsand hes known to ride around with the fedshes out there out there out there out there"Those lyrics are probably wrong, because I wrote them myself, so yeah..And then Nas- Ether.. I can't even quote a certain part of the lyrics I like because I like all of it...

F*ck the world manthis sh*t aint even funnyif I die like tupac, I get mo moneyvirginia tech why does everyone act like they careif they were in that position, they wouldnt dare,global warming, they talk but they dont actgeorge bush doesn't care, he's busy in Iraqterrorism is a threat out there, but what about us?what about all our - gang violence?I guess im'a have to go to church and pray,for every soul that's a stray

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (P0W3RBALLIN @ May 9 2007, 08:20 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>"they say the game is the belly of a beastblunts for fingers and hollow tips for teethwiretaps for ears, nike airs for feetblasphemy for prayersa system for a heart rap music for beats heroine for the sunmarried to the streets, crack pipe for lungsand he never sleeps just spies with dice in his eyesloves life because he likes when it dieswhen the baking soul, he coughed up pleasureclothes made of dollar bills that he sewed togetherhe knows, hes cleverjealous his house?saw a liquor thats poured out and goes right in his mouthrides around on a stray bulletwith prostitutes pimps dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull ita tv in his head, strippers slide down his legsand hes known to ride around with the fedshe's out there out there out there out there</div>More like that... I memorized that verse because it's so creative.Mine are probably NY State of mind or I used to love HER, maybe even Common's 6th Sense

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (MaRdYC26 @ May 9 2007, 06:25 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>F*ck the world manthis sh*t aint even funnyif I die like tupac, I get mo moneyvirginia tech why does everyone act like they careif they were in that position, they wouldnt dare,global warming, they talk but they dont actgeorge bush doesn't care, he's busy in Iraqterrorism is a threat out there, but what about us?what about all our - gang violence?I guess im'a have to go to church and pray,for every soul that's a stray</div>You write that yourself? nice.Here somethin I wrote.."The richest country in the world is the USABut we're the saddest one in the world todayNowhere is safe, shots in schools and collegeColumbine, now VT, where students gainin knowledgeThey coulda been the scientist who found the cure for cancerSolve all the problems, solve the questions with the answersBeen the next sports legend, donating to the homeless beggin'Teacher at your kids school giving him a lessonThese lives are being lost, for no reason at allThis is why this country is coming to a downfallMore money more problems, so F*ck this cashI'd give it away just to make my life lastBecause life comes at you fast, theres no making predictionsAnd it doesn't help that we're causing other countries frictionOnly if I had the jurisdiction, I'd create world peaceBut to get world peace, we need peace in our own streets.."http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53387427/the whole thing is there :dribble:

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (P0W3RBALLIN @ May 9 2007, 09:31 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>You write that yourself? nice.Here somethin I wrote.."The richest country in the world is the USABut we're the saddest one in the world todayNowhere is safe, shots in schools and collegeColumbine, now VT, where students gainin knowledgeThey coulda been the scientist who found the cure for cancerSolve all the problems, solve the questions with the answersBeen the next sports legend, donating to the homeless beggin'Teacher at your kids school giving him a lessonThese lives are being lost, for no reason at allThis is why this country is coming to a downfallMore money more problems, so F*ck this cashI'd give it away just to make my life lastBecause life comes at you fast, theres no making predictionsAnd it doesn't help that we're causing other countries frictionOnly if I had the jurisdiction, I'd create world peaceBut to get world peace, we need peace in our own streets.."http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53387427/the whole thing is there :dribble:</div> :worthy: :worthy: :worthy: That is seriously really good. Can you sing? If so it would be amazing.

What you starin at, I aint a mirrorWhat you starin at, im not a mirror :HAHAHA:

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Pacers fan forever @ May 9 2007, 07:21 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>:worthy: :worthy: :worthy: That is seriously really good. Can you sing? If so it would be amazing.</div>Naw, I can't sing.. I can flow tho..

<u>Nobody Needs Nobody-Playa Fly</u>Back nigga who it but betta I get more chettah then cheddar I take the wu out of tang and a g-rated sounds betta I drain more harder then draino kick you harder then Kano Take the life out the living for all you suckas that follow See tomorrow got more then Arab stockin' in store I take the B out of blow so you can hit it some more They say we vicious like this so quick to get in yo sh*t And when she click on the trick you like I'm lovin this sh*t We havin' fun with this one You see the look on my son You know what daddy done done Done turned some trix with some crunk I got enough on the needy And if you like me come meet me and if you dont, dont come to me You might be leavin' the dump Rack up and toughen the cut When lil fly step on your gut We see your facial expression If you must lose You'll get buck But see you all tied up and cried out But we still dirty south fried up and bumpin out It aint no doubt many clout what you shout ? Hide your mouth Playa fly gangsta B Gangsta weed and we out And we out <u>N God We Trust-Playa Fly</u>True is to it But I did not do it by myself, ya dig? Bet you often wonder how this youngster's bump is super sickBet you wonder how you breathe? Bet you wonder why the leaves Fall up off the trees In the Fall, but this what Fly believe Fly believe in G-O-D Fly believe in S-P-V Fly believe in M-2-3, and this for L-I-F and EDevilish fools make Satanic moves Breakin' golden rules Doin' what they choose will quickly send them to eternal snooze Lookin' at every group that is produced by Fly are holdin' hands Of the Holy man I stand beside and call upon, so should my fans If you down with Flizy, or live in a sound mind Like love and hate, between life and death It sure is a thin line And lizines (lines) get crizzossed (crossed) Devils get tizzosed (tossed) Angels get hizigh (high) But no time gets lizost (lost) You must want to wizalk (walk) The talk you tizalk (talk) You should have repented when Fly said time was shizort (short) And Fly won't get kizaught (caught) Instead I'm gone rush, I'm gone thrust With Minnie Mae Passin' demonic haters, traitors It's true like Devil's in disguise, plenty blessings in disguise If you wanna peep 'em, you can see 'em with your inner eyes Any day, that's every day, because every day you wake and shake Just a normal blessing that you catch but pay attention late Wake and yawn in the morn, at the crib gettin' up Or two o' clock in the A.M. in the club gettin' real buck He gone make his prescence felt He's my guiding light and help And help me keep my faith when on the run or takin' sliding steps Givin' more than satisfaction Off the Wall like Michael Jackson Excellence of expertise has helped me be the main attraction Just to get attention with Even bear to witness this Flowers are to be praised or to be raised, but this one I whipped This the deal and Fly won't fake it Take it how you wanna take it Flizy gonna tell what God lizuv (love) to make sure Flizy make it Push and shove and people love it You decide the way you ridin' And if you ride this way, then makin' pay won't be your only prize So look into the situation Put aside your fame and wealth And you might find somethin' you can cherish more than life itself And now that I have wrote it, I wonder what you'll think about it Will you say it's Gospel rap or would you say "That brotha bout it"? I wonder, but don't care about your opinion I just state the facts No matter what I do, or what I did with Him I stay intact Too legit was not my style I preferred to buck and wild And I would always pray for better days, that would come after while Things got better, things got worse, and man it hit me where it hurts And took the Father of this only son six feet up under dirt He dimmed the lights upon my stage A light, but they closed the curtain So Bill is still Gettin' It On, Movin' On, and this for certain And since he's not here with me, you think I come alizone (alone)? But Bill Chill shines off in me, with God in his whole King-dom I'm still standin' strizong (strong) And waitin' on my thrizone (throne) And live for the dizzay (day) that God calls me hizome (home) Until then I'll rizzoam (roam), the face of the Izzerth (Earth) And shoot for the stizars (stars), on days of my bizzerth (birth) And play in the dessert that God put here for us And you come play with me If my God you trust Who you trust?This and just about ever Tupac song(Dear Mama, Brenda, Hail Mary, Changes etc.)

Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel - (Daddy) Where Have You BeenI remember being kicked out the house'cause I looked just like youSaid I'd be nothing but a crookjust like youThe niggaz in the hood was shookWhere the just like you'Cause all they said was little whitey lookI'm just like youBut dog I can't see it at all, sh*tWe never kicked it at allWe never pitched or kicked at a balldog, you never taught me sh*thow to fight, ride a bike, fix a flatnone of that sorts of sh*tNigga you was an abusive popsF*ck you left me out to dry, stuckgotta teach news to boxgotta teach news to bopand that aint the half of it manI gotta teach news to blockIt's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sonshow they grew to be men and father they sonsfather they daughtersnigga, you left a fatherless daughterI never follow your ordersnigga you make me sickpussy you could....oohhow you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mindI can see it clear as day you smackin my momI 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9put it in my palm when I was youngand said that would be mine, you turned me outthe reason why I hit the blockreason why I tried to hit them copsreason why I started hittin shotsreason why I started gettin lickedand drinkin syrup and skippin courtginger bread man never think of gettin caughtlook at your hand man damn you foughtnigga you left my momleft us with no good-bye'syou left us out to dryyou left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no repliesno digits numbers was unlistedyou left us with some of my loneliest nightnigga some of my hungriest nightssh*t, one of the reasons for years (sh*t embarrasin)damn we used to think money was whiteyeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plantwe aint eat right from them foods from them stampsand to think you was my pop,man I gotta stop sh*t[CHORUS]Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?Beanie: And when you come home, you got us here all aloneFemale: Mommy, Where Daddy Went?Beanie: You always stick up for himAlways said you'd make up for himFemale: Mommy, What Happened Then?Beanie: What was you cheatin on him?Why he's always beatin' on you?Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?Beanie: Nigga, you gonna hear me out[Jay-Z]I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)wanted to talk just like him (word)often momma said I look too muchand I thought just like him (it could happen)wanted to drink Miller nipsand smoke Newports just like youbut you left me, now I'm goin to court just like youI would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"bullsh**, do you even remember December's my birthday?do you even remember the tender boyyou turned into a cold young manwith one goal and one planget mommy out of some jam, she was always in onealways short with the incomealways late with the rentYou said that you was comin throughI would stay in the hallway (waitin)always playin the bench (waitin)and that day came and wentF*ck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of painbut I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt againwill never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"please don't cry everything'll be alrightI know it's dark now, but we gon' see the lightIt's us against the worldwe don't need him, right? (right)mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)I bought I nice home for both of my sisters nowwe doin real goodwe don't miss you nowsee how life twists around, *ucker?Something about the lyrics that I like.

Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreationI did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacentWhile the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basementI walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patienceYa'll catch a 30 second flash visualDirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splitsRidiculous fathom the splicing of first generationf**k up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)Took an early retirement pick a dreamAmerican nightmare hogging the screenI'll hold the door open so you can stumble inand you would stop following me around the jungle gymNow it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole fromheritageMarry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonanceI promise temperance storm breed with a leaning consciousIn a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource thewattageAnd I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laughYou won't be laughing when your covered wagons crashYou won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flagsinto ragsYou won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled withepitaphsYou won't be laughingAnd I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressedSo I triple knot them then I forgot themThis origami dream is beautifulbut man those wings will never leave the groundWithout a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle downAll I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the postShimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghostsGiving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sinsTo hear the plane to crystal consciousTo results a low life counting on one hand what he'saccomplishedOk, lift me to activism chain activate street sweepPlug in deteriorating zenith pen draggingI hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad menNow he's got soulSitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddleI could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreamsSparking my brick wall windows another thicket stormAnd if one night in Gotham without the wretchedHouston we have a problemDispatch a task of infested patch of city goblinsWho split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellowHeads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellowSort of similar to most backbones at camp IcarusRaw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickeringLife's not a bi*ch life is a beautiful womanYour only call her a bi*ch because she won't let you get thatpussyMaybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interestsOr maybe you're just an ***hole who couldn't sweet talk theprincessKiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan threshholdStomach full of halo kibblesWings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt tickertapeVision and pick apart the pixelsI got a friend of polar nature and it's all peaceWhen I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feastMetal Captain!This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passionI told him: 'Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him'All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.Aesop Rock - DaylightI hear Brenda's got a babyWell, Brenda's barely got a brainA damn shamethe girl can hardly spell her name(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)Well let me show ya how it affects the whole communityNow Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was ajunkyWent in debt to his arms, it's sadCause I bet Brenda doesn't even knowJust cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't growBut oh, that's a thought, my own revelationDo whatever it takes ta resist the temptationBrenda got herself a boyfriendHer boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy endShe tried to hide her pregnancy, from her familyWho didn't really care to see, or give a damn if sheWent out and had a church of kidsAs long as when the check came they got first dibsNow Brendas belly is gettin biggerBut no one seems ta notice any change in her figureShe's 12 years old and she's having a babyIn love with the molester, whos sexed and crazyAnd yet she thinks that he'll be with her foreverAnd dreams of a world with the two of them are together,whateverHe left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on thebathroom floorAnd didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away andwhat ta keepShe wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heepI guess she thought she'd get awayWouldn't hear the criesShe didn't realizeHow much the the little baby had her eyesNow the babys in the trash heep ballingMomma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her callingBrenda wants ta run awayMomma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers hereeverydayNow Brenda's gotta make her own wayCan't go to her family, they won't let her stayNo money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a jobShe tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbedSo now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sellSo she sees sex as a way of leavin hellIt's payin the rent, so she really can't complainProstitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got ababyBaaaaaaaaby(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)Brenda's Gotta Baby - Tupac Shakur[Verse 1]My Vocabularies vary, its so exclusionaryYou'll find my baby pictures in modern dictionariesNext to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionariesAnd sexy freaks eating strawberriesI represent my mind in the 415 dimeTryin' to stop my rhyme is like tryin' to stop crimeI float like an eagle that soars through the skyAnd hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise[Hook]In my rap world we bump 75 girlsPlayboy short, right before courtstaring at the judge like 'what you talking bout?'You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouthSee I'm a devil in the street from the serious rhymeBut still I'm an angel in my Mamas eyesIn my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLSPLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT[Verse 2]Try to bite what I write and it'll break ya jawAndre Nickatina right here in the rawAin't no real rap lord gon' respect the lawGet the phone, page my little cousin Bobby ShawShuffle like a CD changer, the rearrangerBaby hold me tight like the gun of a bangerIn the frame of the game leave my name on your brainUntil we meet again it will never be the sameSlice my own piece of the true money pieWhen is it cool for a real cat to cry?I hit the sky like a bullet that's shot at the moonRide the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broomKeep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card betHeart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat...In my rap world, sh*t, 75 GIRLS...[Verse 3]Expose the theory of remarkable worldwindsBeats I wish I could sex like my girlfriendsParty 'til dawn on them hoes like its the firstWho gon' keep on talking when the 4-4's burst?Smokin' weed like its legal, possessed by the wordsThe world is a ghetto man there ain't no birdsI got a solid gold crown that I'll never wear'Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share[Hook]My Rap World - Andre Nickatina

Jesus Muzik- LecraeLecrae:Yeah back on the grind again I know it's been a lil while but it's time againFolks askin Crae when ya gonna rhyme again? I'm like hold up give me time my manSee a lot of thangs change some stay the same went from H Town to D Town to Memphis maynOne thang that's fasho, everywhere I go people caught up in theyself money cars and clothes (yep)They talk about it all the time and put it in they songsThey drive around and play it loud like it ain't nothin wrongAnd all they talk about is sinful stuff, got everybody actin bad thinkin that they a thug (weeelll)They tryna drown me out, but nah they ain't gon count me outI got a back pack full of tracks plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it outPlus I'm bumpin dese JESUS BEATS whenever they SEEIN MEPeople lookin all confused, because every one of my tunes is screamin JESUS peepsI was bumpin dat TRIP LEE, BJ rollin with ME both our heads noddin like we dozin or we TIPSYBut we ain't been drankin mayn nah this song just bangin maynGot us screamin JESUS out the window while we changin lanes, while we justChorus 3XRidin with my top down listenin to this Jesus musicRid-ridin with my top down down top top down ridin with my top downListenin to this Jesus MusicTrip Lee:If you hear that the bass bang and you see us in ya streetsThat stuff ya boy's playin mayn it's gon be dem Jesus beats (yall ready)That stuff we bumpin ain't that lean with it rock with it (nope)It's that change ya life and please let the rock hit itNow that stuff that we bump bring the sound of ChristChrist 116 our prayer to Christ was once lost then found now we down with ChristIn the dark hearts stop but we found the light now it's soundin rightSuicide to the good and the phantom life because the gospel is goodIn the past I don't think yall understood now ya got it messed upLet us outta ya hood, we got the windows down and when we finna cruiseWe tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to (OK) we bump dat Cross MovementWe bump that Lampmode (Lampmode) we bout that Jesus musikGet up yo hands bro (get up yo hands bro) yeahIt might be screwed and chopped it might be east coastEither way this Jesus musik's hot bump this in ya speakers bro (they laugh)The Lord ain't pleased with that money and weedSo if you hear them 'sup and ya see us up in ya streetsI might beChorus 3XRidin with my top down listenin to this Jesus musicRid-ridin with my top down down top top down ridin with my top downListenin to this Jesus MusicLecrae:You like music from rap to gospel but ya prolly neva heard nobody rap the gospelDifferent sound but the truth's the same no choirs no bands but the truth remainsWe got fam and the clique set the booth on flames St Louis others phillyLike Duce and Flame's if ya lost in the flow don't lose the nameIt's Jesus Christ the king of the jews my maynThis ain't entertainment dawg it's timeless truthWould you rather hear a song about shiny coupes, nopeNon-fat non-gat non-killa rap, 100% christ the blood spilla rapYall feelin that, rap wrapped up with the gospel, ay trip dawg run it backYall feelin that? Rap wrapped up with the gospel ay trip dawg run it backTrip Lee:If in our car you hear that boom-bep and you hear some dude's repIt ain't dem folks that boast, it's folks that tell you where the truth's atWe don't wanna hear about dimes and dope (nope)We don't wanna hear about nines and smokeWe don't wanna hear about movin packs and foolish catsWho lie and boastWe do wanna hear about Christ the kingDo wanna hear how lives is changedWe do wanna hear how God is pleasedAnd theology of the Bible maynThis Jesus music turn heads, so turn it up and let em knowIn all we do he's first and, this Jesus music's better bro (yeah)Chorus 3XRidin with my top down listenin to this Jesus musicRid-ridin with my top down down top top down ridin with my top downListenin to this Jesus Music

Any song that has a good Chorus so I can throw it in my away message to show how I feel... Well, thats what I do with these R&B songs anyway.

MC Paul Barman's stuff is always good. He's a creative rhymer and very amusing:"The way I communicate can make a freakin' eunuch mate. Iwrite first person light verse in a white hearse and I'm thene plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holyfrijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap." To boldly rap into the outer reaches. This doubterteaches defining God as aligning a divining rod with a hotchick's reclining bod. 'Cause life is fickle. Hellish.Anemic. Sickle cellish. Dude. You'll get chopped up likepickle relish.""I'm a braniac with a veiny sackresting on the brow of Erika Eleniak (Ooh, wow)She almost shrank off when I said, "Take your top tank off."I draw a thousand times better than Robert MankoffI'm very p-proprietary with M-M-Mariah CareyBut she wants some silly cut up with Billy Crudup's butt upI'm the most lonely fella without Toni IsabellaI'm truly the hero of Julie ShapiroBut I'm sure to spill sperm in Laura SilvermanI'm putting taxing long things in Maxine Hong Kingstonwhich brings in Amy TanShe said, "Lay me, mon."Cynthia Ozick takes off her clothes quick and likes exposed brickI stuck my slim sword in Kim GordonLaetitia Casta is easily the boss of yaSigourney Weaver has a thrashing horny beaverI'm having intercourse while listening to Winter WarsWinona Ryder? Going inside her!I want to get on the whole width of Anna Nicole SmithI want Tracy Bingham in a lacey thingumI made Tahnee Welch punanni felch while her mommy belched"

Papoose- A bootleggers DreamYo I ate so many niggas I think I got nigga-itusdont come to the platinum party, my sh*t is privateimma get more plaques than gingivitis

Moment of Truth.

Poet Laureate 2- CanibusYo, why is the ripper so ill?That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!He said one day all eyes would be on mewhen they look up in the sky and see the neon 'C'Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encasedin glass with an ion beam for longevityFor more then 10 centuries, impressions and memoriesthe first time-machine inventor will mention meCanibus was a visionary indeedhe believed light could travel in multiples of cThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteriesof Klein-Kaluza with 2 blue metric rulersLiked Cool J, but thought Stephen Jay Gould was coolerand he never liked to propagate rumorsSmoked Canary Island cigarsliked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broadsHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophizeabout rhymes while he was pruning his BonsaiHe claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all timebut he would never take it out his archivesHe wrote 2 songs per dayand was constantly was experimenting with his wordplayIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky surveyhe got an F but he deserved an AI followed his career from the first dayit seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert waysI seen him pull in 24 hour workdayswith deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"Public humiliation was the worst painhe was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricaneHe said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the sameespecially when there's nothing to gainHe was the illest alive but nobody would face ithe spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, itproperly funded corporations carbon-dated his latest creationsto extract the informationThey found it utterly amazingthey claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless paintingNever mattered to him, the art galleries hated himcause Thomas Kinkade called, said he would take 10Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in languagewith sound but without shape or signatureKept files in his garage, on MS-DOSin a fire-proof pod, he thought it was oddOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lockhe apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud'sWe were in total awe, cause it blew our mindsso many rhymes that were intricately designedHe WAS Poet Laureate of his timeand if you dont mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes[*beat switches*]Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoomadjusting the focus of the moonOne should not assume the philosophy of David Humeis nothing more then a subjective conclusionWhat is the maximum field rate application?the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basinaffects the population fluctuationon a continuous basis but that's just the basicsThe juxtaposition of Canibus' positionthe precision something no other has writtenWay above and beyond what was intendedthe unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentenceYou didnt go to college obviouslyI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminologyA remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speedswhen the brain orders the body not to breatheYour competency is not up to speed, you not in my leagueyou couldnt possibly be hotter than meOr oppositely you're minus 25 degrees, you'd squeezebut the condensation makes rifle barrels freezeAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga pleasemy intellectual properties are about the size of GreeceYour counselor advised you not to speakmy counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beatIn the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"even though it sort of irked meHe said he didnt understand the process of the imaginationbut he felt he was at its mercyWhich exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforcesthe reason why nobody's probably ever heard of meCouldnt understand what I mean by illunless you try to translate what I print to filmThis is the line of will, the circle of timethe cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 lineAcademic phonetics render critics tounge-tiedIve personified dry humor of cum-laude alumniA wise man sees failure as progressa fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logicAnd loses his soul in the processobsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no contentMy style is masterful, multi-lateralI could battle a fool and be naturally cruelWords of scourn are a disasterous toolfrom an existentialist view, I'm a better rapper then youGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2my attitude is F*cked up but admirableDifferent methods interpreted into different formsfrom entirely different perceptions and seen from different normsNot just spittin a poem there's much more involvedthere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve48 orders of mechanical lawsand rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my barsMaybe I am self-absorbedbut thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&RToday is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it waspermitting you heard of BeelzebubA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the clubwith the DJ doing the needle rubChances are you'll never see me sonyeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub[*beat switches*]I came to holla at some big booty bitchesand listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me upits deep as F*ck, I aint seen it all but I've seen enoughReally unbelievable stufftheres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuckI should leave this rap sh*t aloneand kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own homeMy imagination is my ownthe liberty to speak to freely, lividly on the microphonewith a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enneagramand become "Cani-millenium man"Engrave my back with the emperor's stampbeen spittin scientific rap since the 17th century beganTryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jamand the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hangEvery warrior has an axe to burybut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversaryI said to myself, "Germaine this is insaneits suicide its controlled flight into terrain"I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flamesand got banned from the hip hop hall of fameFor 2 bars I kept hearin in my headover and over again, it cost me everything[*beat changes back to the original beat*]Im convinced now that more then truth is at stakeWhere people create language that pretends to communicateEuphemisms are misundertood as mistakesbut its a bi-product of the ghetto music we makeFrom an extroverted point of view I think its too lateHip Hop has never been the same since '88Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconceptionthat a movement in any direction is progressionEven though of the potency of it lessensbig money industries writing checks to suppress the questionAnd nobody gives a F*ck no more, no one goes to the book storeever since the confluence of Moore's LawBut I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohrand his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo SzilardLyrically I took rap music and turned the knobto the right full throttle and added panacheWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to doDialyses and analyses of battle emceessometimes I say things I myself can't believeMy lyrical is so skillfully ellipticalI can understand how it makes you miserableYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for meor why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecyYou wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys"Canibus why dont you speak to me?"Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features methats why I said it so vehementlyYou need to place the hate with respectI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!

Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quickJ.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quickYour whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quickShawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dickSo little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quickHow much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?Wanted to be on every last one of my classicsYou pop sh*t, apologize, nigga, just ask KissEther by Nas, my favorite song.

My rough cut metal tape, quick to break label mates Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake First lesson came from the session, room one From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it Complex, complicated, compressed, elongated Homicidial sub-titled, Wu claw banga - off the ocean floor I kid yall, cut with the jig-saw Intern engineer, best on the U Make the mic booth bulletproof, from sparked wires From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangsters gat Two hit Tucker - she labeled it gangster rap Unseen curve, struck the vital nerve Some sort, courts got papers to serve Still bang em in the head, just lead - no eraser One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her You're punch drunk swinging your keys on your index Showin off your Rolex Didnt see the verbal text, filmed it on bolex, Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer, life flingerEdit: GZA - "Mic Trippin'"

<span style="font-family:Arial">Immortal Technique - The Point Of No Return[Verse 1]This is the point of no return I could never go backLife without parol up state shackled and trappedLiving in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crackBut F*ck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clappedI've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for meAuschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-BJust like the spanish exterminating TynosRaping the black and Indian women, creating LatinosMother fuckers made me out of self richeous hateredAnd you got yourself a virus, stuck in the MatrixA suicide bomer strapped and ready to blowLethal injection strapped down ready to goDon't you understand they'll never let me live out in peaceConcreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streetsNat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatteThe end of the world, mother *ucker you not readyThis is the point of no return and nobody can stop itMalcolm little running up before Elijah MuhammadThe commedent killed the dinosaurs, changing the earthThey love to criticize they always say I change for the worseLike prescription pills when you miss using them niggaThe temple of nights when they took Jerusalem niggaAnd figured out what was buried under Soloman's templeAl Aksa the name is no coincidentalI know too much to government is trying to murder meNo coming back like cutting your writs open verticallyHow could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the countryGenetic engineered sickness spread amongst meMy people are so hungry that they attack without reasonLike a fu*kin' dog ripping off the hand that feeds himImmortal Technique is treason to the patriot actSo come and get me mother *ucker cause I'm not coming back[Hook]This is the point from which I could never returnAnd if I back down now then forever I burnThis is the point from which I could never retreatCause If I turn back now there can never be peaceThis is the point from which I will die and succeedLiving the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleedFrom now on it can never be the same as beforeCause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore[Verse 2]This is the point of no return nigga you better believe thisMary Magdalen giving birth to the children of JesusThe evolution of the world, bloody and dramaticHuman beings killing monkeys to conquer the planetThe kingdoms of Africa and MesopotamiaMachine gunnin' your body with depleated uraniumThis is the age of micro chips and titaniumThe dark side of the moon and contact with aliensI started out like Australians, criminal mindedBroke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind itSouth Paul, murderous, methadology niggaRemember that I'm just a man don't follow me niggaCause once you past the point you can never go homeYou've got to face the possibility of dying aloneSo tell me mother *ucker, how could you die for the throne?When you don't even got the fu*kin' heart to die for your ownIt rains acid, one day the earth will cry from a stoneAnd you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a domeComperized humanity living inside of a cloneThis is the place where the unknown is living and realWorm went to planet X and the seventh sealUniversal truth is not measure in mass appealThis is the last time that I kneel and pray to the skyCause almost everything that I was always ever told was a lie[Hook]This is the point from which I could never returnAnd if I back down now then forever I burnThis is the point from which I could never retreatCause If I turn back now there can never be peaceThis is the point from which I will die and succeedLiving the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleedFrom now on it can never be the same as beforeCause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore </span>

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Zards @ Jun 23 2007, 02:43 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quickJ.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quickYour whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quickShawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dickSo little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quickHow much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?Wanted to be on every last one of my classicsYou pop sh*t, apologize, nigga, just ask KissEther by Nas, my favorite song.</div>haha thats not even the best part of the songBrace yourself for the main eventY'all impatiently waitinIt's like an AIDS test, what's the results?Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and BigAin't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedyI embrace y'all with napalmBlows up, no guts, left chest, face goneHow could Nas be garbage?Semi-autos at your cartilegeBurner at the side of your dome, come outta my throneI got this, locked since '9-1I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influencedGave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the JudasWith Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musicCheck itRockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapterAnd that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellasAnd now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellasIn a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellasFoxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her pussWhat you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?Ne-gro pleaseYou ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to BigAnd, Eminem murdered you on your own sh*tYou a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attentionQueens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons

Fort MinorFort MinorLupe:UhSpray paint and ink pensI useTo write in every color I think inTo paint a pictureWith every rhyme that I speak inYeahThe gallery is the beat then I (echoes I)Mike:YesLadies and gentlemen we have a special guest for you this evenin'Ghost you ready?Ghost:Yo,I verbally paint picturesI'm the hoods best story tellerThis about a young boyDealin with the older fellasPromised him the livesYou see on TVHe ran packs across townLike rhyme CD'SAndBig chains, new cloths, Nike's and Reebok'sStackin' too much lootTo squeeze in a shoe boxSavin'He promised moms a crib in AtlantaAnd his pops got killed through debtHe was a dealerSo he staged jazzfox jump off the suit casesno more cross townNow he's crossin' them states, andSeeing new facesNot knowing who to trustSo when the door kicked openThey scream "This is a bust""Is it a set up?"It seems funny a scuffle broke outHe got hit, dropped the casesSpittin' blood out of his mouthHe walked four blocks to dieTryin' to surviveAnd now all that's left is his momScreamin' "God Why?"Lupe:UhSpray paint and ink pensI useTo write in every color I think inTo paint a pictureWith every rhyme that I speak inYeahThe gallery is the beat then I (echoes I)Mike:Yeah, YeahLet me begin by saying"Shut the F*ck up!"Let me begin by sayingI don't think this man knew what he had in storeHe opened the door and found the bag under the floorNot a peep, Always working the lotGet the flame, aim, POPOpen the box and take offout the back of the pawn shopScoping the lotHoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his carHe felt like he been hustling so hardlike a demon he pumped a cold heartplay it cool like Humphrey BogartPut the rings on his chain attached by both partsHe did the dropOne ring in a bagEnvelope, all the money he hadLeft the money and the ring in a slow exhaleTwo weeks went byGot a box in the mailIn the box was a bullet made of goldMelted down from the ring,Recast with two rings and a bandAnd he stared at it sittin' the palm of his handAnd sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstandIt was his wife in the picture on his sideWith the ring on the finger on the week that she diedAs he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so redHe put the bullet in a gunAnd put it right in his headLike thatLupe:UhSpray paint and ink pensI useTo write in every color I think inTo paint a pictureWith every rhyme that I speak inYeahThe gallery is the beat then I (echoes I)Lupe:Uh, yeahUhMike: FiascoYou know he didn't have enough power in his thrustersTo muster warp 5Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupturethen they would dieThen the galaxy would suffer, but he knew he had to tryBut he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed itTold her goodbyeShe started to cryBut he knew if he could distract emHe could buy her some time and she could make it out aliveTurn the suit around and got prepared for the stand offSpace mind have Lou running the hands offDamaged laser cannons and he got the system jammedAnd he faced the whole fleetBlood seeping through his teeththe final saga in the seven planet warsunsheethed the sword andThen he charged forwardHis eyes flashed behind the cracked cock pit glassHe let out a laughAnd then all she heard was a blast likeLupe:UhSpray paint and ink pensI useTo write in every color I think inTo paint a pictureWith every rhyme that I speak inYeahThe gallery is the beat then I (echoes I)Mike:Yeah,Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fort minor productionGhostface!Fiasco!Lupe:UhSpray paint and ink pens

Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinkingHow the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like beesMy attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatibleWhy I would damage you, F*ck, if I drink, then ran with youYa'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poorI'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurtIf you try calling the cops, it's not gon' workAll you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a holeAnd my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald LevertWith more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the panWith rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butterI told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grillWith a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the fieldJust painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to buildOver a classic beat and you have yourself a Ghost track.

The killer verse from the Takeover-"I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frameNigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco adsWent from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trashHad a spark when you started but now you're just garbageFell from top ten to not mentioned at allto your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yoursMatter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fu*kin songbut I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shineThat's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a endThere's only so long fake thugs can pretendNigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks padYou scribbled in your notepad and created your lifeI showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresserSo yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrongYou made it a hot line, I made it a hot songAnd you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin F*cked andI know who I paid God, Serchlite PublishingUse your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this tenI've been in it five - smarten up NasFour albums in ten years nigga? I can divideThat's one every let's say two, two of them shits was dueOne was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"That's a one hot album every ten year averageAnd that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flowYour sh*t is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?(Get the F*ck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the kingDon't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screenBecause you know who (who) did you know what (what)with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

Restaurants on a stake-outSo order the food to take outChaos, outside a spark steakhouseMaintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sourNigga missed the wedding, late a fu*kin half hourAnd his man who bought land from Tony StarksWhile he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parkshe's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a fingerIn the garment district, got it sewn like SingerCause all that talk blasphemy, this kid after mefor the heist, in a Burlington Coat FactoryF*ck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilotwho used to drive like sacks of blow on this remotearea, we label Dead Man's IslandTwo hundred miles South from ThailandRight off the docks, I got the various custom made yachtsBurial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shotsThere's no need for us to spray up the sceneI use less men, more powerful sh*t for my teamLike my man Muhammad from AfghanistanGrew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstandA wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialistIntiated, at eleven to be a terroristHe set bombs in bottles of champagneAnd when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brainsLike this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a keyin his left leg, even underwent surgeryThey say his pirate limp gave him awayAs the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs...GZA - "Killa Hills 10304"

Animal - AZJust the first verse is so tight I think.I'm praised for wicked word-playEmerge from my Earth daysWas boxed in the Bird CageNow flock with the MermaidsA shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned ageSaw it unfold, certain laws are untoldUnsolved Mysteries, coffins is closedA Carnivore trickery, cautions your roadAny slip-ups will be huntin' your showsSo neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witchaBeast promoted, the street's is codedFor the Naked eye times is too deep to noticeYeah I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogusOn every known level, I'ma stone cold RebelClothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the WristI was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifthHow to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniffSo if the truth ain't need, then the truth can't beThe Last Rap I'll Ever Write - Andre NickatinaOn the night of the last rap that I writeMC's all over will bless the micPoint two double glocks in the airStunt Caps goin down they barbers chairReal rap take to be made of goldHot little ho's y'all keep em coldEverywhere, check it out, it'll be coolAll dope deals will even go smoothOn the night of the last rap that I writeThe Devil and God gon' have a fightCheck it, head to headTiga, toe to toeTry'na figure out where I'ma goAll non-smokers gon' blaze the weedButterflies will turn back to centipedesFrom pennies, yeah tigaTo a gang of g'sAnd all my homies go from oz's to ki'sOn the night of the last rap that I writeMike Tyson gon' have his greatest fightKnock the little trick out with a left and a rightStevie Wonder even gon' regain his sightOn the night of my last rapAfrica's gon' be run by blacksAnd no where 'round will there be crackJamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's backAnd all my tigas gon' bust they gunsAnd no where 'round where the police comeAnd check this outI'ma kick it with KhanMuhammad Ali will be pronounced as godWon't be one killin' in the projectsMuslim's will all cry from Malcom-XHewey'll finally get respectDis I know, I never guessedOn the night of the last rap that I writeI'll be married with a wifeShe'll be the special love of my lifeBut check this out muthafucka, not tonightLife, of a desperadoKick it like soccer, that's my mottoLike a bullet in your gunMy heart stay hollowSomethin' to like but not to followYo!Suicidal Thought - Notorious B.I.G.hen I die, F*ck it I wanna go to hellCause I'm a piece of sh*t, it ain't hard to fu*kin' tellIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodiesGod will probably have me on some real strict sh*tNo sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick lickedHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradiseF*ck that sh*t, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceAll my life I been considered as the worstLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wished she got a fu*kin' abortionShe don't even love me like she did when I was youngerSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fu*kin' hungerI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesMy babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullsh**Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh*tAnd squeeze, until the bed's, completely redI'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fu*kin' buddah headThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,I can't believe suicide's on my fu*kin' mindI want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fu*kin' callin' meNaw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackExcept when I cross over, there ain't no comin' backShould I die on the train track, like Remo in BeatstreetPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss meMy baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm goneShe knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' onI reach my peak, I can't speak,call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.Notorious Thugs - Notorious B.I.G. verseArmed and dangerousaint too many can bang with usstraight up weed no angeldust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to usya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblinup in restaurants with mandolins andviolins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sinhigh off weed andlots of ginso much smoke need oxygensteadily countin' them Benjamins. Niggau should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to ubeen in this sh*t since'92look at all the bullsh** l been thrusure caught beef with u knowwhoF*ck a few female stars or twothen a bluelight niggas knew likeMike-shiiit not to be F*ck with. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and mydogs love to buck sh*t, F*ck the luck sh*t strictly aimgo operation just tokick the game. Spit yo' game, talk yo sh*t, grab yo gat, call your clicks,squeeze your clip and hit the right onepass dat weed l gotta light oneallthem niggas l gotta fight oneall them hoes l gotta like oneour situation isa tight onewhat u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee,Bone and Big nigga die slowlyl'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash ruleeverything around me. Shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, F*ck it, buy thecoke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bi*ch before u caught yourself lovinit--nigga with a Benz fu*kin it. Doesn't it seem odd to uBig comes thru withmobs and crewsGoodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudeswho's the killa? me or you?All Falls Down - Kanye West1 verseI say F*ck the police, thats how I treat emWe buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedomWe'll buy a lot of clothes but we don't really need emThe things we buy to cover up what's insideCause they made us hate ourself and love they wealthThat's why shorties holler, "Where the ballers at?"Drug dealers buy Jordans, crackheads buy crackBut the white man get paid off of all a datBut I ain't even gon act holier than thouCause F*ck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thouBefore I had a house and I'd do it againCause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a BenzI wanna act ballerific like it's all terrificI got a couple past due bills, I won't get specificI got a problem with spending before I get itWe all self conscious I'm just the first to admit itNot the best, just some I love.

It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fu*kin projectsNot a handgun was silent, not even a TecOutsiders is stuck, by enemies who put fearand blasted on the spot before the pigs were thereYou know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, F*ck blue and whiteThey escape before they flash the fu*kin lightsGunshots, shatter first floor window panesShells hit the ground and blood stained the dice gameWhether broke callisthetic, any style you set itBeat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like goosesBut with iron on the sides thugs show no excusesTherefore, your fifty-two handblocks was uselessLinks was snatched off necks, left scars on throatsJackets took, after bullet ripped through coatsAgainst those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grillA construction worker, who was caught for his bomberNo time to swing the hammer that was hangin from his Farmer'sAnd it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugsand pockets dug from everything except check stubsand it does, sound ill like wars in BrownsvilleOr fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds lookFor fugitives that shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof topsfor his CREAM he stashed in a shoeboxBut he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killersyou don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillarsAnd born thieves stay hooded with extra bulletsthose who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rateSimilar to hit men who pull out Tecs and thendrop those who crack like tacos from MexicanRapid, like recipients cashin checks againBack to the motherfuckin spot on LexingtonGza - Cold World