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
Lupe Fiasco - Switch(The Science Project)<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>Yeah, revenge, now what we gonna do right now, a ha ugh, is gonna try a little experiment, just a little experiment, you know what I'm saying, a little science project, you know what I'm saying, I like to call itSwitch.You you you, yes let the words woo youtill you woozy.Let the lyrics subdue you,massage and sooth you,move you till conscience lose you.Lu now rules you,you do what Lu do and you'll do beautiful.Switch.I'm the meanest.You the meanest?I'm the meanestand I mean this.now I don't mean thisto sound fiendish,but I'm a genious.You a genious?And the cleanest.Never seen thisas clean asmy cleanest.From on top,from underneath,from behindor in between.Switch.I'm a hustler creeping with my hat low.Niggas know I pack so,what they gonna do that for?Niggas got my back thoughlike answering the back door.Catch you I'm a slap you, leave you redder than the bat phone.Switch.With a little bit of this and a little bit of that.That.Mixed with a little bit of pimp,and a little bit of macand a little bit of limpand a whole lotta gangster lean.I can't be seen.I ain't the King, but a nigga is strengtheningto paint the sceneand take the thing overlike a soldier caught in a polo gather hood like a cobra nigga thank a teenSwitch.[Background:]Switch nigga, this is how I got it, I switch like hydraulic cars, switch like the barge nigga. Switch.[Background][Interlude: Lupe talking]Aight, now remember that, that's a, that was a part of the experiment. I had to set it up so. So don't worry I know what your thinking, I was thinking the same thing. Just, just follow me ok. Watch, ok. Come on now.Murder niggas,step on my shoes I hurt a nigga.Kill a nigga.Fill a nigga with holes.Call women hoes.Hold up niggas, hold up hoes.Break the calm, dead in they bombs.Blow up niggas, blow up hoes.Turn around, smack they moms.Switch.Heal niggas.Educate and build niggasand still they niggas is realto respect women.Treat'em like they real,they fell nigga.Watch the birds,watch Dr. Phil nigga.Chill nigga.go learn a skill nigga.Aight.Switch.Rims, Mercedes Benz, twenties, twenty-twos, twenty-fours, rolls, gold, platinum watches, cases of more.Gucci, rubis, mansions, models, VIP, Ferraris, chinchillas, diamond rings, change, Range Rovers, bling bling.Switch.Niggas bust his trains.Pocket full of change.Dimes, quarters, taking orders,delivering pizzasand conditionles beaters.Hand-me-down sneakers.Silver.Wannabe models won't show me loveand I can't get in the club.Switch.[Background:]Switch nigga, this is how I got it, I switch like hydraulic cars, switch like the barge nigga. Switch.[Background][Interlude: Lupe talking]Ha, it getting good right? Yeah, aight, so check this out. Now go back to the first one, aight, run back to that one. We're going to have a little bit more fun with that one, aight. You ready? Aight. Come on.Switch.Hey hey hey, it's coming back to you.Lu no longer rules you.You can do what you do.Back to your usual.Switch.It's official.It's official.I'm official,as officialswho got the stripesand the flagsand the whistlesSwitch.Whistle and watch my niggas comefrom the underground,just like Thriller play Bambiand you gonna hear that double sound.Switch.They can't touch the soundthat I'm busting now.It's like a cloud trying to touch the ground.Tough and bound, ever since we're touching down.Jealous niggas catch your feelings because I'm hustling now.What?Switch.They be hating.Switch.They be hating.Switch.What? What? What?They be hating.Don't give them stageSwitch.What's a nigga supposed to tell them when they up in my face then?Switch.That you got a cousing that don't mind catching cases.Busting niggas' heads in, slapping niggas' faces.Switch.And he a do it.He a do it.He a do it.And I'll prove it.because I didn't seen it.You didn't seen it?I'd a seen it.He the meanest.Switch.Ho, ho, ho. Wait.I mean it,I thought you were the meanest,see?That's why this thing is fiendish.Right, now.Switch.[Outro: Lupe talking]Yeah, experiment done. I think that was a goody, I think that was a good experiment, I think that was nice. It's a nice little science project.[Background:]Switch Nigga, I got it switch like hydraulic cars, switch like the barge nigga. Switch.[Background]Haha! Revenge! Shoutouts to my homies at asylum. What up? Yeah</div>
Now a balla is the one that fronts bein richhe buys his car, his clothes just so he can get a bi*chbut no not this kid, this is all I didjust shoot game, and then the boots camecause that's how I played em, as I layed em on the floI dick em, dick em down until they scream and scream for moI make my own dough so a ho could never get minecause see I drove a bucket, they still let me F*ck itjust eighteen, fresh out of high school, wasn't thinking about collegecause I had street knowledgewasn't in a gang, couldn't bang, so I didn'tmy mouth stayed dry from all the game I was spittinto a honey dip, the honey stripped to the nudethen food came up and then it F*cked up my moodtalking about a movie and a nice dinner, yoyou better pop some popcorn and rent a videocause I never get done, I do the doing on the slimmythinking about these hos, just yellin, "Gimme, Gimme."I kick em to the curb, they deserve to be abusedI never was a baller, cause ballers get used.K-Dee - "Never Was A Baller"
This is by Linkin Park but the whole song is just Fort Minor rapping.<span style="font-size:8pt;line-height:100%"><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>Turn my mike up louder I got to say somethingLight weights step to the side when we come inFeel it in your chest the syllables get pumpingPeople on the street they panic and start runningWords on loose leaf sheet complete comingI jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumpingHealing the blind I promise to let the sun inSick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpingF*ck that I wanna see some fists pumpingRisk something, take back what's yoursSay something that you know they might attack you forCause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforeLike it's stupid standing for what I'm standing forLike this war's really just a different brand of warLike it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poorLike they understand you in the back of the jetWhen you can't put gas in your tankThese fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the checkAsking you to have compassion and have some respectFor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayIn their living room laughing like "what did he say?"[Chorus]AmenAmenAmenAmenAmen[End Chorus]In my living room watching but I am not laughingCause when it gets tense I know what might happenWorld is cold the bold men take actionHave to react or get blown into fractionsTen years old it's something to seeAnother kid my age drug under a jeepTaken and bound and found later under a treeI wonder if he had thought the next one could be meDo you see the soldiers they're out todayThey brush the dust from bullet proof vests awayIt's ironic at times like this you prayBut a bomb blew the mosque up yesterdayThere's bombs in the buses, bikes, roadsInside your market, your shops, your clothesMy dad he's got a lot of fear I knowBut enough pride inside not to let that showMy brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spineOn the back, he hand-wrote a quote insideWhen the rich wage war it's the poor who dieMeanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry like "what did he say?"[Chorus]AmenAmenAmenAmenAmenWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow you[End Chorus]</div></span>
All my friends are Indians,All my friends are brown and red.Spoonman.And all my friends are skeletons,and they beat the rythym with their bones.Spoonman.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (MrBigShot_23 @ Jul 2 2007, 02:11 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>This is by Linkin Park but the whole song is just Fort Minor rapping.</div>think you mean Mike Shinoda who is part of both LP and Fort Minor....
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closestI saw them crumble to the Earth like they was full of explosivesAnd they thought nobody noticed the news report that they didAbout the bombs planted on the George Washington bridgeFour Non-Arabs arrested during the emergencyAnd then it disappeared from the news permanentlyThey dubbed a tape of Osama, and they said it was proof"Jealous of our freedom," I can't believe you bought that excuseRockin a Motherf*cking flag don't make you a heroWord to Ground ZeroThe Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7thThe New World Order was born on September 11th</div>Immortal Technique - Cause of Death
I know ya'll sick of me throwing up GZA verses, but this is the last one. As good as he spits, his stuff seems to read even better sometimes."Queen's Gambit"She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETSAn A-list actress, who was never walked off setsShe loved stuffed animals, especially BEARSWas a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peersA PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The WaltonsA former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHINWhen I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALSDrove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangledHad basic skills, and worked part time in millsRaised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLSHad a man who always roared like LIONA domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her cryingCouldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depressionShe was in the air, and there was some room for interceptionsI told her to stay strong, not to be ashamedYou're a "ten-I-see", you just need to TITAN your gameHer ancestors were CHIEFS, who ran with running deerOn the sail with the SEAHAWKS, who battled the BUCCANEERSThe REDSKIN garments, was suede coat linersHeld rare coins, frequently sought from gold minersThey were hard working warriors, we call over timersShot plenty arrows at COWBOYS and 49ERSHer interesting background, but quite unusualA great force grip, but out of bounds for a musicalShe told me to call her, if I came to townI started TEXAN her, soon as my plane had touchdownHolding my luggage, in the hand that revealed the bad scarsShe pulled up at arrivals, driving the JAGUARHer BROWN skin was soft, her legs beautifully shavenHer house was fly, sitting on the roof, was a RAVENAs we entered, I heard laughterShe walked into a large living room, I went after herThere was two of her, girlfriends, playing chess like they were VIKINGSMilitant as PANTHERS, they're resemblance was strikingHad on thongs, high heels, and belts that was garterEnergized like phones that just came off the CHARGERI introduced myself to gain yardagebecause anything less then smooth, would of been straight up garbageThe shorter one met me, when I had a sky pagerThought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERSShe took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in seasonOne of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezingI knew that I was gonna get, wined and dinedIt would of been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage lineNow I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-offOne removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick allShe caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvetDying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmetAnd I was thinking these girls was SAINTSBut it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paintBefore you know it, I had all three in a huddleBuckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddlesThey spread EAGLES like wide receiversAs I RAM them in the endzone, and they became true believers
Big L - I don't Understand It<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>There are too many mcs who are overratedYou ask me, they wasnt even supposed to make itIn the rap biz, they dont know what rap isSo give it up, become a actor or a actressOr a producer, cause you fail to use theMic right, so take flight before I bruise yaFor sayin those bull crap wack raps on waxYou need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contractHey yo, Im serious, big l aint playin gamesI should get foul and buck wild and start sayin namesBut deep down inside you know who you areYour rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstarAnd that really gets on my nerveWhen a rapper gets the credit that he dont deserveGoin platinum and dont have no soulSome rappers are mad nice and dont even go goldI dont like the way its goin downBecause it should be the other way aroundI dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)How mcs take this rap game for granted[verse 2]Mcs - whats goin on?I dont understand, man, how rappers cold transformOne minute youre hardcore and rawThats what you was known for, but not no moreYou changed, you rearrangedYoure not the same, your raps are blameThat explain why you lost your fameUsed to be on top, then you fell like rain dropsYou turned pop, now you no longer gain propsWhos fault is that? nobodys but your own, blackUsed to make fat tracks, jack, but now youre stone wackSo mcs, dont ever step out your rangeRemain the sameAnd only change with the timeUnless you get dropped like a dimeGo for yours like Im goin for mineBut if youre rough, stay rough, if youre dap, stay dapperAnd never try to look or even sound like another rapperJust fulfill your own needsSome rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)How mcs take this rap game for granted[verse 3]This is how it should be doneIm not the one, and my raps is strong like gumBut some mcs grab the mic and sound dumbPlus slum (how come? ) rap skills they have noneAnd I wonder how the hell they records sellThey raps are stale and frailthey're forced like fairy talesYour technique and everything you speaks weakYou got a little airplay because of your beatsYour fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, blackStep to this and get ran over like train tracksYour raps border wack, and you went on tour with thatCrap, dont understand it, cause rhyme skills you lackI got more soul that nike airs, givin mcs nightmaresRappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they dont write theirsBut still call themselves mcsPlease, how could that be?I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)How mcs take this rap game for grantedI dont understand it</div>
313- Eminem<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become meIf you ever wanna be one seeEminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become meIf you ever wanna be one seeVerse 1: Eye-KyuYo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetimeMy slick a capella sounds clever with the beatsBoy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streetsForgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggednessWith the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga F*ck with thisI got more Different Strokes than Philip DrummoundOn open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bi*ch)We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made itThe escalated can be put to the test of greatnessSnatch the heart from MC's and I ate itSo I take it that's the reason I'm hatedTo represent my tempermentIf rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitantBut pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbateAt a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hateI blasterate, and have you all running master gatesAnd as for face clutching and touching the flowsI got them open like marijuana smoke up in your noseBucking these hoes, I got that sh*t down to a scienceLeaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have thatYou want your sh*t to blow up?Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that sh*t to kingdom comeThen bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing aboutAnd you all knew from MeekoThat you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou ForignoSo stop that bullsh** and flowYo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you knowChorus: EminemSo what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become meIf you ever wanna be one seeEye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become meIf you ever wanna be one seeVerse 2: EminemSo what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313You don't know sh*t so when you see one fleeYou can be Run-D, you'll never be the MCI stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a TI'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crashed the spotI'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master ScottYour ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember meI'll run your brain around the block to jog your f*cking memoryIt's either them or me man, kill or be killedYou will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billedMy facilities filled with fans, packed to capacityI'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shittingIf he's acting soft and he cowersHe better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showersYou flowers got no clout with a thingYou could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bangI showered the slang, simple as A,B,C'sSkip over the D's and rock the microphone with E'sDethrone MC's and I'ma max aloneRelax your dome like a solo from a saxophoneSo facts are known, writers get treated with shocksI rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocksI'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singersYou couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingersBut you can bring yours let's see what you gotBut don't front and never try to be what you're notCause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your backAnd F*ck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack Chorus: Eye-KyuSo what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313None of these skills you just seen come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become meSo you ain't ever gonna be one seeEminem: So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313None of these skills that you just seen come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become meSo you ain't ever gonna be one see</div>
