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The Greatest lyrics
Ok, so which song do you think has some of the best lyrics ever thort up
All I can think of at the moment is Marshall Mathers (mainly cos I'm listenin 2 it) But what do y'all think????????? hoes :thumbup: |
emiem lose ya self or sqaure dance
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immortal technique- dance with the devil |
Tupac Amari Shakur-Can't See Me
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yeah man i got some goose bumps when i heard it... i wish i could rhyme and flow like dat...
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i liked eminems old stuff he had a underground flavor to it that i liked so anything from his infinite cd
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i couldnt say any songs...but...
NAS Eminem Stylez RoyceDa5'9 Ludacris and me... are some a da dopest artists... |
im sicker than boy george.im picturing michela jackson in boys draw"s shopping in toy stores.....
with all this extra stressing ..the question i wonder is after death ..after my last breath when will i finnaly get to rest from this apprecian?..they punishing people thats asking question..and those who posses.steal from the one without possesions..the message i stress..to make you stop study your lesson..dont settle for less ..even the genious ask's his question's be greatfull bleesing's..dont ever change keep your esance.the power is in the people and politics we addresse..allways do your best ..and when you get stranded and things dont go the way planed it ..im dreaming a riches..they in a position of making a difrence..politions is hipocrites they dont wanna listen ..if im insain its the fame i aint about to change ..it wasnt nothing like the game ..its just me against the world baby..........inspiring...!! pz makavelli ..me against the world............inspirering..pz |
In my opinion, these are some of the best lyrics ever written..
"16 On Death Row" Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my cell, is 16 as well It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row |
yeah dope song man ..one a my favourites..but im sure pac dont sing the chorus..he only sez ..where you find me ?..16 on death row
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What about Juicy...
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What about this... Real shit..
"Starin' Through My Rear View" [Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X] [E.D.I.] Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview [Tupac] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly - and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die [repeat 2X] [Khadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview [Tupac] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be [repeat 4X with vocal fade] |
nas-one mic
One time.. yeah.. yeah.. Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens] This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW! [whispering again] Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz All I need is one mic.. yeah [gradually getting louder] All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! [whispering again] All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. [starting loud this time, getting quieter] ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin, the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world |
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yo.......... is Marshal Mathers the one where he sed "Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz, it be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know dis...... Sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother, Id still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her, and have a son and a new brother at the same time, and just say that it ain't mine, what's my name?" hahahah cuz i always thought that those lines were hillarious especially wen he says "and juss say that it aint mine", cuz i can picture so many people on like jerry springer and the maury show doin that shit..... lmao....... but i juss realized those lines are from "Im Back" but still fuckin funny...... |
Everyone has said Pac already so...
Rakim Yeah, it's the god Rakim Word up, I'm blazin this out to all my comrades Yanamean? From the slums of New York, to the gutters all over the world This is for y'all.... Through my travels I try to take righteous steps Because right or left could mean life or death No matter how trife it get, my sights is set But it's twice the threat when the ?nights is death? My mental windows refuse to close, they get exposed To the neighborhood info where the poison wind blows A deadly plague spreadin negativity, viciously Unto every city be in ghetto misery Don't let it get to me, the writer be left to die But it get mesmerize if it catch your eye Shines enormous, from pure revered Kool's and garments But it's torment, jealousy drug wars or warring Tallying, slowly turnin into barbarians More scary when the whole boulevard's carryin Livin in the world of sin, my ghetto girls and men Waiting for the world to end [Chorus] 2x "Tryin to paint a perfect picture and excel" "In case you didn't know" "Never movin backwards" [Rakim] "Complicated" [Rakim] "Know what I mean?" [Rakim] I see destruc-tion, even little kids trust none They bust guns, that's what they get a rush from When I see em, we build and have a real discussion "Yo Ra, what's the jewel of the day?" "What up, son" "You got ambition?" Shorty said, "Man listen I got demands for livin, can't stand division Make grands on my mission, till everything glisten Women in the Expedition, no plans for prison In a vision the city get, 2 milleni G Sittin in my MSC sippin Hennesy Gettin high, and watch life pass me by" So I asked him why, wit a fast reply He said "I'm livin just to die without any feelings So I wait here for my Maker till it's time to go Wit this dime I know Wit all of her girls and all of my mens Waitin for the world to end" Chorus 2x Shorty was taught to keep his head to the sky, and never cry But the streets left him to die, now it's death in his eye Livin a sin of hitmen, a sinister grin From be-ginning to end, in it to win Evil rebels, doin what we doin in the ghetto Thinkin if we was thorough we can deceive the devil You can't win, your life be end, try again Shorty said, "Why we born again to die again?" That's what I said when I realized I had a gift To uplift and be one of Allah's advocates Teach the youth and speak the truth Show em what peace can do when ?ill? reach for you And my reward won't be jewels or cheese, it's even better I can be one of the greatest MC's ever If I tell em they intelligent women and great men And live, stop waitin for the world to end Chorus 2x "I'm ragin, rippin up the stage an' Don't it sound amazin, know what I mean?" [Rakim] "Don't it sound amazin, know what I mean?" "Rakim" |
I just been listening to Eminem laods more, and his lyrics are just amazing, I would say he is well underrated as a Hip Hop artist
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common-i used to love h.e.r
Yo ppl dun said Pac and Rakim so number 3 has to be Common ( Common Sense) and his track-I used To Love H.E.R
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her Verse Two: Now periodically I would see ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence About my people she was teachin me By not preachin to me but speakin to me in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way She probably get her money in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just havin fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell, by how her titties hung Verse Three: I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative But once the man got you well he altered her native Told her if she got an image and a gimmick that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop Word up. Y'all |
soz y'all i dub posted n i came bak 2 fix it
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yeah thats the shit right there^^^ |
"who the hell wana battle,the ill mathmatical,
my mother fuckin brain is IBM compatable" "can't be tested or F'd with,im to reckless, i chop off heads,jus to take the necklace" "you can battle me and possable survive, but you'll never see me and walk away w/out a black eye" "i speak at levels dogs have trouble hearing, canibus is the GERMAN version of lyrical enginering" "an't to many catagories i can fit in wen i comes to spitin', cuz im overqualified for the position" "at 1000 degrees celcious i make emcees melt, fuck my record label,i appear curtisy of myself !" "in fact,perhaps u should quit rap, instead of tryna diss back, if niggas keep tellin u that your shits wack" "leme explain how i maintain thresholds for pain, n walk across the sun barefoot looking for shade i'll re-arange ya ribcare like a 12 gauge,at close range" "genarate thought forms,quicker then concords with onboard log-ons hooked up to onstar" ALL canibus..100's more,jus tried of typing and one that i liked froma while back.. Andre from outkast - "my mind warps n bends, floats the wind count to 10, meet the twin,andre ben,welcome to the lions den, origonal skin,many men comprehend, i extend myself,so you go out and tell a friend sin all depends,on wut u belivin in, faith is what u make it,thats the hardest shapes of MC ren alien can blend rite on in with your kin, look again cuz i sware i spot one every now n then it's happinin again,wish i could tell you when" off ona their old albums |
Outkast do have some Ill shit when you break it down yeh
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biggie
in dead wrong
biggie smalls the mayor, the rap slayer, the hooker layer, motherfuckers say ur prayers tupac in hit em up u claim to be a player but i fucked ur wife |
Nearly everything by Pac and Rakim
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a lotta Gamez shit iz hott
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wu-tangs lyrics are off the wall...........the shit they come up with makes sense on like....50 different levels. Big L is dope aswell...... of course tupac but we all know that........ how about Killarmy for some tech shit to get ya mind ticking overtime?
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Yeah!!! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit. So don't try this at home, yo. Yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans Because I recognize its all about timin Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ass 'Canibus comin soon' poster on the side of it I'm known geographically and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me They even tried kidnappin me And they would've snatched me If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal Lyrically I'm off scale So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the southpaw southern fist I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp Back the tougher shit. What a wimp You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad. My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the formula stashed in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last I put him in a leather mask Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas Then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh 'You wanna battle?' is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass You need to recognize My hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die A nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames Dividin myself into 100 ten times You can't deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light Water fly like a saucer With the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on Nigga try to flip and get flipped on My army march a million strong Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on Extremely hostile Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong Screamin 'incomin' when I see a bomb Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus 800,000 to even consider a war And 200,000 more to even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt 9 out of 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds You motherfuckers really get on my nerves Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience To barbecue your brain organs You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it That's some sick shit homeboy A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence? You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints Battlin me you never win You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? Nigga guess again Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian Sickness Much Respect |
naw.... that one mic guy was on point.. nas came dope in that... but the best lyrics:
immortal technique - dance with the devil ^sends shivers down ya spine... "cos i was there with billy jacobs and i raped his mom too" ^damn!.. that song hit me hard when i first listened to it the whole way through |
holy fuk some guys post the whole fukn lyrics in here took me forever to the bottom of the page anyways em for sure hes one of the best lyricist to ever hit the game
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Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil
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Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong The marriage, a bond of havoc and song This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked in the closet of my castle of Grayskull I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you That's how a master degrades you I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label I'm snatchin' his halo God I pray that you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable Ay-yo peace Roots east coast niggaz reppin' the streets most With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose These dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels like the "Triumph" instrumental Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lady niggaz be praisin' me Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery It pays to be amazingly flavery Daaaaze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally ^Big Pun on super lyrical ofcourse i have eminem, nas, immortal technique ones but since nobody said Pun i gotta rep the bronx with him R.I.P. |
eminem - kim, rock bottom, infinite, still dont give a fuck, if i had.
all dope songs all have meaning to me, prolly some of his best work too. |
Eminem "Stan" shit is dope..
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yeah it was so was marshal mathers |
id say...my dad's gone crazy(last verse) its so dope
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yea this part of the last verse in my dads gone crazy is pretty ill......
More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane, aimed at the World Trade Standin on Ronnie's grave, screamin at the sky 'til clouds gather it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade And that's pretty much the gist of it The parents are pissed but the kids love it 9 millimeter heater stashed in 2 seaters with meat cleavers I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither And NAS NY state of mind......on illmatic....that shit is ill [Verse One: Nas] Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind ("New York state of mine" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*) [Verse Two: Nas] Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind ("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*) ("Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X) |
jay-z: u must love me
adding to the list: jay-z: i did it my way jay-z: blueprint 2 jay-z: what more can i say jay-z: song cry eminem: sing for the moment lil wayne: everything ... its crazy..niggas is tight. ya feels. but the first one i pick.go listen to that shit if u aint heard it, some old shit |
i really like "lose yourself" by eminem.
also "mosh" is pretty dope as well as "til i collapse" wit dre |
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like a dye hard fan of Eminem or what. hes good, but not as good as he use to be. |
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word that songs deep as |
since every body talkin about eminem, theres only too good songs, amityville and bad meets evil...
I got 5 on it-gots some good lyrics |
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