Ten pages unfulfilling reminisceto slap these fake villainouscrap rappers that swear they killin ithalf of ya'll illiterate, it just seem tragicthat this beauty pageantgot nuts too dry to get blastedout of Johnsons dirtier than Magicplaying with yourself palm pilots made of elasticso just keep pullingyou just might find it, finish yo assignmentmy flow and rhymin aligned withaccrued blessins and lessons my mind still findinbut my - time expired, my rhyme retireddrop a couple Altoids from spittin all this fire.gentileRap Battle Thread Freestyle
2pac verse in 'Panther Power'As real as it seems, the American DreamAin't nothing but another calculated schemeTo get us locked up, shot up-back in chainsTo deny us of the future, rob our namesKept my history a mystery but now I seeThe American Dream wasn't meant for meCause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to mePromised me freedom, education, equalityNever gave me nothing but slaveryAnd now look at how dangerous you made meCalling me a mad man cause I'm strong and boldWith this dump full of knowledge of the lies you toldPromise me emancipation in this new nationAll you ever gave my people was starvationFathers of this country never cared for meThey kept my ancestors shackled up in slaveryAnd Uncle Sam never did a damn thing for meExcept lie about the facts in my historySo now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployedBut the government's glad cause they enjoyedWhen my people are down so they can screw us aroundTime to change the government now panther powerhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=sNJZEgQ109w
Still D.R.E. - Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>I'm representing for them gangstas all across the worldStill hitting them corners in them low low's girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friendWell, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping againKept my ear to the streets, signed EminemHe's triple platinum, doing 50 a weekStill, stay close to the heatAnd even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feetMy life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beatTreat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleepWake up in the A.M., compose a beatI bring the fire til you're soaking in your seatIt's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troopIt's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' CruI'm still at it, After-mathematicIn the home of drivebys and ak-maticsSwap meets, sticky green, and bad trafficI dip through then I get skin, D-R-E</div>
"at stage at your basics, you aren't half the man that I amI throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my handgive me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chainthat's your girl, bi*ch get over here, give me some brain"-Immortal Technique"The odds are stacked against us like a casinoThink about it, most of the army is black and latinoAnd if you can't acknowledge the reality of my wordsYou just another stupid mother *ucker out on the curbTrying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant waysBut you can't read history at an illiterate stageAnd you can't raise a family on minimum wageWhy the F*ck you think most of us are locked in a cage"-Immortal Technique
Void In My Life -ChamillionaireFather say he a Muslim, your mama say she a ChristianThe Bible or the Qur'an, which one would you be pickingOne Mic -NasWhat you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashinWar gets deep, some beef is everlastinCaught In A Hustle -Immortal TechniqueI used to wonder(I used to wonder) why people don't believe in theyselvesBut then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone elseThey cursed us, to only see the worst in ourselvesblind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe blows us all over these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose because here goes the cold waterHis hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes onthe the dum the dum the the</div>Lose Yourself - Eminem
