Semi-automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket
Yo, yo...
Chorus: u-god
You cant hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You cant hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
Verse one: u-god
I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
With rigormor, I hit you in the core and
Pop your legs well in the figure four
You cant stop the force when the blood is coursin
Extortion, Im comin like the headless horseman
Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
Dont pop glocks at me then cop a plea
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths makes rappers salted
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
Lay down them lines with them hard hits
And Im harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad rza track lay it down
Im hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
Its golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
Five-star general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
Chorus 2x
Verse two: inspector deck
Yo
I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
Mcs are shot down long range with sniper aim
No question marks, the session starts with sparks
My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
Universal soldier, mos the holder
Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
Best-seller compose a rough draft
Razor sharp vocabulary cut glass
Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
You cant catch my style with bugs and phone taps
Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
Hard targets, underground like black markets
Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
Importer of rough raps thats snuck cross the border
Semi-automatic attackll spray yall
Liquid sword swingin slay all, Im awol
Chorus 1.5x
Verse three: street thug
Wu-tang be, killin you softly with this song
You wont survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrums
P.l.o. hits the hardest, regardless
Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
I strike back like the jedi, from n.y.
Its I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
I be all you need to rock these mic devices
Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
Im not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
High pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from bejing
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On your facilities, the penalty, doa
Bomb shell your burrow like bombay
Opposites attack thats why these thieves stay strapped
As we, travel the glove to put shaolin on the map
I show loyalty, to my fans fully
Operational raps, that bust through your skully
Im rated second-to-none I be the top gun
From the land of the slums spittin blades from my tongue
Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece kid theres no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.l.o., criminal thoughts you never heard of
song performed by by Inspectah Deck
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
It Ain't Hard To Tell (Remix - Verse 2)
* also called "Nas Will Prevail"
[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac
With this, see I'm a brainiac
I call you tattoo, you never come off
I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss
A modern Shakespeare - reincarnated
Brains are elevated, I'm bein R rated
This style is terror, drastic
Meltin the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid
Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot
Hittin your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin
Minds minipulated, my raps are nickel-plated
I execute raps like I'm swingin an axe around
This is a mic shut down
Notify the President - that I'm bombin your residence
and I'm leavin no evidence
Voice box yells, lyrics will excel
Rappers gettin smoked, you can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize/harmin-Nas
Here's the break, I can translate lyrics so well
I excel, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell..
[Verse 2]
I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer
Nas wrecks the tweeters and recievers
Lyrics will explode, my brain overloads
Gimme a Grammy competition is dead just like Sammy
I leave minds magnetized like slaves
Your style is old fashion like waves
Holdin a pistol at a pastor, pullin the trigger faster
Tell 'em I was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
I'll pull your whole card - just like a palm reader
Non-stop, I'm bustin heads like the FEDS baby pops
This is not the +Kindergarten Cop+
Put on your blindfold, I'ma release and stand tall
I detonate bombs at the policeman's ball
This is art from the heart, I leave 'em marked for death
in each breath in this game I'm the ref
Already I'm ill but I can only get better
With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
I master dialects, of uncommon languages
A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this
These are proverbs, copy cat attackers
I'm wanted dead cause I'ma genocide to rappers
Battlin Nas is dead when my brain reacts
yYu might as well have fell asleep on a train track
This ain't the same track that you're used to
This is rhythmatic automatic, try it you oughta have it
Slaughter your tape recorder; givin thanks to my supporters
and keep flowin like water
No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail
Aiyyo, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell..
[Verse 3]
Check it
I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect
I'm gonna win cause you slept
on Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn
False rappers, you need to write your own song
Metaphors of murder man, hittin like Roberto Duran
Hold the mic in my hand, my life span
Imitators will sweat me like gym class
Your raps are fat?Shit, then I'll be Slim Fast
New rap recruits I salute then delete 'em
Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em
Nas is a terrorist, analyst
Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan
You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow
Brothers is gettin shipped out like I was Castro
I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover
I use a +Lethal Weapon+, just like Danny Glover
Execute monologues, sabotage entourage
Mutilate mics like a maniac in bars
I talk with slang, and use my brain
Generate pain, penetrate your vein
Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son
Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson
No competition, cause I cause wonders
Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers
A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin thriller
Hold a mac-11, and attack a reverand
Don't sleep cause you might not wake
I speak deep, dialects I translate
Queens Prince, commit sins on the regular
Murder my competitors, and et cetera
Nas is a gypsy Egyptian
flippin' the script'n microphone manufacturers are victims
My voice makes your ear drums swell..
It ain't hard to tell
song performed by by Nas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
In The Oaktown
(verse 1):
You hear me talking you know Im from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and thats the only way
Im the m the a the c the k I write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin
I got so many raps so just go right thru em
My name is short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic I do it all the time
Now could you be like me I hate to say it
Its like comparin mickey ds and quick ways
You only got 3 stores I got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But Im such a dog I never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I aint fakin it, freak, Im just makin the beat
So dont dance, ride the strip
All day long playin too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin
Silly young freak who started sidin
In the oaktown
(chorus):
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2):
See Im a true mc, Im not a mc fool
Im just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean gz
You dont like my raps dont buy em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
Its that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap dont trip
Cause I hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they dont like cali raps
People like that must be smokin that crack
I rhyme good its been 10 long years
Gettin sick of all that stuff I always hear
Too $hort cant rap, hes from the westcoast
Between me and you patna I sell the most
So lets take it to the stage and dont get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls I play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus): till the end
song performed by by Too Short
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Bizarre
* sampled 70s soul singer singing so bizarre all throughout song *
[u-god]
Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat
Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet
Ancient spells, yell durag sheet
She rags sheet, jump on the jame with with 36 peak
Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix
Cape in the wind like the john wu flix
Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer
The spreadin of body, covers the man in the mirror
Kick down the door, unlease the terror fam
Cracklin, screamin, crime who I am *echo*
Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap
Rule the rough mind stap, cryin, his eyes strapped
Beneath clothin, prehaps speed glowin
The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown
The unforbidden, got to live, wildstyle begun
So uplift the mind, boy Ill bring out the sun
[chorus x2: u-god]
You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin stars
[u-god]
Now, first of all, yo, we aint no saints
Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint?
The same feelin scheme, temper made the rhythm mean
My self-esteem, my 98 blade hit em
Link spot blast, even though I shot last
The underdog stranger, superfreak hot blast
The hard drop rip is a hostile swing
Kiss my redemption with a fist full of sting
Swift with the gifts, its the God body squad
Its not a myth, we defy all laws
Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit
But, all in the all be grateful to be livin
While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle
Serious the world, experience this struggle
The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem
We feelin calmy now to dominate the scene
The grass more green, attack speed dem(on)
The cliffhanger vaccine, man in machine *echo*
Now from round one, mayor style sum
I wont stop the war till yall drown in my drum
[chorus x2]
[u-god]
Now, here come the rhythm, style thats moist
Now, its up from the hell with the olive oil voice
Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within
Against witty rap war startin, robbin in the wind
Great blue skies and the great red birds
>from the pitch black city with the long link verbs
Golden arms song truly to restore the earths beauty
Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury
When I tone a capell, hell has beauty
A force has awakened, breath-takin vengeance
Midnight power plant, seekin the menace
My wrestlin vest, lyric fresh, dry bone
My appetite distruction is official cyclones
Thai poems, my throne
One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones
Its on now!!!
[chorus x2]
Kung fu movie sample:
[man #1] were the best, I assure you.
[man #2] thats not what Ive heard.
Theres a lot of shaolin men around here.
[man #3] theyre not important.
[man #1] are you trying to deceive me?
[man #2] those damn shaolin students. theyre just a bunch of rebels.
Time and again in the past, the court has given orders,
To wipe them out!
[man #4] be the shaolin, and a good teacher.
[man #3] who is this man?
[man #4] the God of war!
song performed by by U-god
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Y`all Know
Yall know
Observe the high roller
Mic controller
Number one hip-hop son
Call me solar
Why? cause I shine
Praise the big willie im
Raised in philly i
Daze and thrillin ya
Dont be silly, ya cant see me
Again Im killin ya on mtv
Just get with it my friend(damn another award)
Dat kid done did it again(oh my lord)
Da fantastic
Boombastic
Gettin ten times hotter than any you other cats get
Practice
You lack this
Im the real mccoy
First with jeff I was startin
Then with martin Im a badboy
See more green than david bent
More juice than tropicana
You hawkin me like atlanta
Mcs just flee, they rightfully concerned
Big will wants the mic back, its my turn ta burn
Verse 2:
Im back attackin the mic
Hype like a viking
Strikin like a python
Blaze like jon
A hip-hop icon, mc radical
Back on track from my rap/act sabatacle
Nine-point-six on the richter
Kicked her, hands so slickta
Chicks quickta flip tha
Bright glance and the tight pants
For the slight chance, big willie can we get one dance?
Why yes you may an, Im just sayin
That dress you playin, is a-okay an
This is your chance for, at least it could be
For you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menege-boogie
On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion
Lost my cream once, now Im stashin cashin
Countries and currencies, like a true don
Its a new time and this time watch me shine
The way yall blaze through the days and nights
How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right
Whether Im on stage or in the studio booth
100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof!
Chorus:
Yall know, cant nobody rock a crowd like me
He know, cant nobody make it bounce like me
She know, cant nobody get it hot like me
Yall know, yall need ta stop cause ya cant see me
Verse 3:
Seven continents I bruise all cruise
Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes
Eskimos to abariginies
Ill test the flow of the worlds mcs
Ill hit you out the ball park
You just all talk
Dont be lookin at my script, you cant play my part
See Im a rapper thats an actor
You act rap with no heart
The way that I compose those flows like mozart
Gets somthin like a symphony, when Im orchestratin em
Ever since the days of me an jeff at the paladium
All my life Ive been the cream of the crop
Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream
I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it
Not the benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo)
Im a rhyme regardless of earnin
Long as my heart keeps yearnin
I gots ta keep burnin
Chorus 5x
song performed by by Will Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Block Burner
Verse 1: (lil wayne)
Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me thats creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier with a mac
I bust back till it crack
You see I ride tonight
Bullets fly at night
Lain tonight
Wayne and get high at night
And a high tonight when Im duckin round the mirrors
I run over niggas like eighteen wheelers
Hungry gorilla
Ah what cha what cha got wootay
Gettin beef thinks its cool I hit cha hit cha block wootay
Hit cha get cha gurl
Choppa choppa neighborhood
Let his poppa understood
Nigga burn like wood
And I swang
Through yo house wit that thang
Fo-five range
Can you catch me where I reign
Now look hang to below the sealevel
I be hotter than a devil
Lil daddy Im on fire
17 rider
Mac-mac his supplier
Lil boy my chopper make mo noise than a choir
One of these niggas gone leave here brainless
Some of these niggas aint gone even be remainin
Look now you keep thinkin Im to be played with
My gage spray quick
I aint ta be played with
I ride like a rollercoaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
Im comin up the back my grill start to spark
Opp Im coming up the front (breathing hard) ya caught
Now where you gone run and where you gone turn
Oohh I got my gun
Oohh chopper bullets burn
To whom it may concern
Chopper bullets burn
Get through your block like a perm
Look weak like sperm
(chorus) 2x
Now check the whole block the whole block catch a fire
I be the I be the block block on the rider
Verse 2
I spin yo corner with my size 16 sankin
Lip trangin
Shootin 50 automatic
They all black and
Stickin niggas like patches
Family stackin
They all burn like matches
Now test me and it will be accidental
Erase like pencils
Use niggas like rentals
Now who
Will wanna run up on my crew
Look as cool
Logger its all on you
See I cruise
Up and down your street like the caribbean
Then I release all off my heater from the fifty plus
Ashes to dust I get dirty dirty like mud
Leave one ta bust
And dirty dirty slugs rush
Now hush and everybody keep the noise down
See uptown bout to bring all of you boys down
Got a mean frown
Im movin like a po lil bug
Better keep it shut
Fo the whole block get burned up
(chorus)2x
Verse 3
Thats me up on the back street in black clothes
See me and rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa
We get two choppers from mike and leave a hundred hoes
We run up on you at night whoa nigga whoa
See I explode
And leave brains on the flo
I light yo block
With case glocks and calicodes
Now there it go
The beat done jumped off
Oo-ooohhh the beat done jumped off
I clear your street with heat from a sawed-off
And all the peeps on yo street get hauled off
Dont fall off
Or wootay its on you
The bullets charged see wootay I warned you
I come through with a chopper to let it off
Ya ready dawg the drama ima let it off
La la la la la la weak like sperm
Told ya told ya told ya chopper bullets burn
(chorus)
Now check the whole block the whole block
Its best you play cool fo I make it yo block
song performed by by Hot Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Funk Radio
[tr love]
Yeah
Smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin?
[kool keith]
Yo whassup this is the one, rhythm x, x-calibur
One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (ha ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get busy on w-k-r-funk radio live!
(we'll burn ya!) with tr love (and moe love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from los angeles
Live, on w-k-r-funk radio, our own station
See rappers don't know, i snatch a beat
I hear a beat, i catch a beat
The rhythm x roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like fidel castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin, "keith is my boyfriend!"
But i come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points, like i'm playin nintendo
Now look at the game, i move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - stayin alive, stayin alive"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain, and come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb, standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, i mark x
I stamp x, and throw em another x
X-tra rhythm flow, x-tra metaphor
X-tra hype and dope, x-tra cupid feet
X-tra body heat, x-tra brain power
X-tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But i do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a block or rubik's cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower iq, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool.. you ain't jack
Yeah that's comin live from w-k-r-funk
With dj moe love, tr love
We gon', bring it out, by special request
For tr funky love
[tr love]
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction rhythm x
I appreciate it
Yeah the phones are lightin up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you ready for some more live hype stuff
So here it is..
Some rappers can flow and, rock off the slow jam
Stay hype, continously, cause i know i can
Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin steady
In the lane, rock'n'roll ready
On, any, mc type wannabe like
Had to sound like, gots to be like
Wants to look like, has to act like
Now you feel like.. hmm
You know you're perpetrating? yeah right
C'mon face it, and then chase it
You can taste it, cause i placed it
Smack in your face, with five million lbs of bass
Boomin systems ads can't replace
In fact all, the rhythm is packed on tightly
+days of thunder+? not likely
Fact or fiction, while i got you scheamin
You ain't ready boy, i caught you sleepin
And searchin for a dope style, combine to watch our
Freestyle, straight from the penile
Buckwild, runnin wild with the golden mic
I'm like a flash, first you see, then you lose sight
Of the master tr, plan in hand
Destroyin a foe, who's not in demand
So act now, and for the fact now
There's no doubt in my mind, i'll be rap now
C'mon on man, c'mon!
Yo, mc's, you say you're comin back?
Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[kool keith]
Jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[tr love]
Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
B.o.b.
[dre]
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when i stomp the ground (woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when i leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, ano domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin - the fence is
Too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, i might just touch hell - hot!
Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then i might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some arm and hammer, so grow grid and some baby mma
Black cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for aids
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo', owwww!
Chorus: 2x
[dre] don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
[dre] yeah! ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
{dre} yeah! uhh-huh
[big boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No d to-the u to-the g for you
Got a son on the way by the name of bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, +control+
Like janet, planets, stankonia's on ya
Movin like floyd comin' straight to florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore i cut your daughter
Yo quiero taco bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to atl boi you better not hide
Cause the dungeon family gon' ride, hah!
Chorus: 2x
[dre] don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
[dre] yeah! ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{choir} bombs over baghdad!
{dre} yeah! uhh-huh
{choir}
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
Bombs over baghdad! yeah
[dre]
B-i-g, b-o-i
An-an-andre
To the t-o-p
[dre and big boi]: 15x
Bob your head. rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (gimme some)
{choir}: 23x
Po-wer music, electric revival
song performed by by Outkast
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Rollin'
Verse 1 :
It's the bomb, 3-2-1 detanate & boom
give me some room you better wait
for the kid to blow-up and take off like a rocket
got something up my sleeve and something else in my pocket
yeah, let me see you move out there
through your hands in the air like you just don't care
cause we rollin' here coming with the funk sound
and this ain't the government so, we won't shut down
first gear, make sure you got everything you need
second gear, lean back as you pick up speed
third gear, hit the highway you're starting to roll
and fourth gear, now you're looking for the cruise control
I got my home boys with me and we rollin' kinda tight
get it washed in the day so it's shiny at night
and make you feel alright like when your pockets is swollen
so bust this as I does this and we rollin'
Chorus:
rollin' rollin' rollin'
on the track and we
rollin' rollin' rollin'
and there ain't no turnin' back
there's a party going on but it's hard to see
because they didn't understand it till they rolled with me
that's why we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
in the west and we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
east coast past the test
there's a whole buncha people with a whole lotta soul
but, it don't get started till we start to roll
Verse 2:
come one, come all we ain't looking for no static
you can roll low riff stick shift or automatic
it's an open ivitation to the whole nation
yo the whole world all of civilization
bob your head to the lyrics that I said
from an 18-wheeler down to a mo-ped
even a kid can go or a bike or a trike
can get with it as the people here me hit it on the mic
now convoy came out twenty years ago
but I love that record bay don't you know
it doesn't matter who's up front or who's behind
just as long as we rolling and we stay in line
so take your time as you get your boogie on
and let me bust my rhyme up until the break of dawn
cause some try to dis and look at this like it's stolen
don't trip moneygrip, pink slip and we rollin'
Chorus:
rollin' rollin' rollin'
on the track and we
rollin' rollin' rollin'
and there ain't no turnin' back
there's a party going on but it's hard to see
because they didn't understand it till they rolled with me
that's why we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
in the west and we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
east coast past the test
there's a whole buncha people with a whole lotta soul
but, it don't get started till we start to roll
verse 3:
I got kicks, I got snares, I got tracks, I got beats,
I got more ryhmes than klans men got sheets
but I don't fight the quibble, bite or even nibble
mess around and I have to break you down off the dribble
with a 1-2-3 take it to the bank
and before we get started put some gas in your tank
cause we don't wanna make a pit-stop for a while
we gonna keep it going for a couple hundered miles
and when we do stop it's like a brotherhood thing
ladies become queens the men become kings
so when you hit your neighborhood treat your neighbor good
ain't no other flavor make you move but i bet this flavor could
so give me the microphone and let me finish up my mission
and tell your people you won't be home and that your on an expedition
cause there's a bunch of hope in my heart that I'm holding
so join me set yourself free cause we rolling
Chorus:
rollin' rollin' rollin'
on the track and we
rollin' rollin' rollin'
and there ain't no turnin' back
there's a party going on but it's hard to see
because they didn't understand it till they rolled with me
that's why we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
in the west and we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
east coast past the test
there's a whole buncha people with a whole lotta soul
but, it don't get started till we start to roll
Yeah we
rollin' rollin' rollin'
on the track and we
rollin' rollin' rollin'
and there ain't no turnin' back
there's a party going on but it's hard to see
because they didn't understand it till they rolled with me
that's why we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
in the west and we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
east coast past the test
yeah we roll and roll and roll with out no doubt
to the place for the nine sase baby and I'm out
song performed by by Young MC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Made You Look
[shotgun blast]
[old school break beat, thugs chant bravehearts! 7x]
[verse 1: nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now lets get it all in perspective
For all yall enjoyment, a song yall can step wit
Yall appointed me to bring rap justice
But I aint five-o, yall know its nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but dont say my cars topless
Say the titties is out, newness heres the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, kinga the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor mens at
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing 88 back
[chorus: nas]
They shootin! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big/big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas? where them dimes at?
They shootin! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big/big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at?
[verse 2: nas]
This aint rappin, this is street-hop
Now get up off your ass like your seats hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunka the car we got the streetsweeper
Dont start none, wont be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You dont wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimps drink down in his pimp cup
Thats the way you get timberlandd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killersca move swift
Girls get close, youca feel where the tools kept
All my just-comin homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[chorus]
[thugs chanting bravehearts! 4x over dj scratching gunshots]
[verse 3: nas]
I see niggaz runnin, yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters dont box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like pun said, you aint even en mi clasa
Maybach benz, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Im a leader, at last this a don you wit
My ninesll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
song performed by by Nas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Best Of Me
Jadakiss-
Uh, huh
I dont wanna get the best of you, ha-ha (whoa)
Yo, yo
Mya-
You put me on
I cant let let him go no
Cant let you get, oh no
Verse 1:
He has a little game that he plays
Clever little ways and a hot boy style
Racks up on the dough that he makes
Flash a little cash watch girls wild out
Lately hes been checking for me
Telling me how much he wants to be
Wants to be the one to replace
Replace the man that waits at home for me
Chorus:
Oh no I cant let you
Get the best of me
Even though deep inside
Somethings dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong
I know that its wrong
I cant let you get the best of me
The best of me
Verse 2:
So busy trying to play with my head
Telling me how he could blow my mind
Something about the things that he said
Made me want to take it there one time
I should be walking away
Cause his hands up on my thigh
Should I leave, should I stay?
After all its just one night
Chorus
Jadakiss- verse 3:
Yo yo yo I got so many bags of money
That they wont fit in the bank
And imma do this just like tony did it to frank
But imma make sure both yall win
Let him keep the place you move
And imma pay both yalls rent
So forget about the condo and come to the crib
Cause the castle over the mountain come with a bridge
You know literally we can go shopping in italy
Hand on her thigh she dont wanna get rid of me
And she dont drink or know how a l look
Chanel look mixed with the pete arnell look
You just stay pretty while Im running the city
When I whip the v you can hold the joint if you with me
Vacation cost a hundred and fifty we living it up
I put it on your ass if you giving up
And you know Im not a hater
And if you feel bad then you can call him later
And tell him you all jadas
Mya-
Oh no I cant let you
Get the best of me
Even though deep inside
Somethings dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
You aint gonna get to me
You cant get the best of me
Chorus
Oh no I cant let you
Get the best of me
Even though deep inside
Somethings dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
Oh yeah, oh...
song performed by by Mya
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Throw Ya Ls Up
Uhh, hot, fire, hot, uhh
[chorus]
L!!! who bring you the hotness?
L!!! yo, you dont wanna start with
L!!! forever keepin it locked
Its now time to rock with - l!!! - throw your ls up
[ll cool j]
Dont ever underestimate the jack the ripper
Be clear, every time he reappears, its sicker
Listen here, the mind expanded, the vision is slicker
Im long range like a miss-ile, many styles to getcha
Tear ya out the frame so the hood can get the picture
But Id rather break bread, kick knowledge and get some money witcha
Im willin and able, to smooth pounds out like witch hazel
The legend is real, Im not a fable
Captivated the screen, Im queens clark gable
If it aint a joint, bet your label, dont put it on the table
Im out for the moolah, throw better hooks than david tua
Whos the nicest? (l, you are!!)
[chorus] - repeat 2x
[ll cool j]
You dont want it with l, bship catsll get banged out
Put your flow throw a filter boy - shake the old slang out
23s in the building, watch my tongue hang out
Makin mcs scatter like multiple shots rang out
Day one since I came out, they cant put the flame out
My temp seizin, perfect reason to blow the game out
Skatin off in the navi, naw baby you cant have me
But I know cats will pay for that n lace ya - yeah, gladly
Warning, young rappers, you dont want a career?
Yall wanna keep goin platinum, yall dont wanna disappear?
Stop boppin backstage like you causin me fear
Cause you startin to get on my nerves, and thats a problem
The vets in here
[chorus] - repeat 2x
[ll cool j]
Tension on the mic, halftime highlights
L boogie bangin on em, jumpin through the skylight
You stand corrected, Im hot, so get it riddight
Im just spittin, when the middick is gripped, I spit it tiddight
Aight? oh, these various rappers is so hilarious
Who put the mic down but yall aint qualified to carry this
Your, tracks are garbage and bars are miscellaneous
So, throwin your joint at my car was spontaneous
Oh! I cant take it, why, must they fake it
Flows is fully dressed, yours is butt naked
Forever I will be, the one they came to see
Blowin mics in half baby, who else could it be but
[chorus] - repeat 4x
[ll cool j]
Uhh, Im so hot (yeah)
We so hot (yeah)
Uhh, uhh, you so hot (Im so hot)
Uhh, uhh, feel it hot (yeah)
Uhh, uhh, are you hot (you make me hot)
Uhh, uhh, I know Im hot (oooh)
Uhh, uhh, are you hot (yes Im hot)
Uhh, uhh, I know Im hot - feel it! (yeah)
song performed by by LL Cool J
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
X-Ecutioner Style (feat. Black Thought)
(feat. Black Thought)
From the top
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up when Im talking to you
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Im about to br
Wasnt that fun?
Lets try something else
Forty-five calibre killer from out of the filler
Definitely going to show yall brothers how you not a gorilla
Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer
Taste thriller, break thriller
Lets hit em with the bounce filler
Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground
And still be sinking, submerging in the parks
Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts
To f**k your thinking, its not a mirage
Im in the motherf**king track, yo, from out the garage
With an if, you to duck, but its hard to dodge
In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie
Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad
X-ecutioner style, cuts and blends like a syringe
Hanging you from each of your limbs
See me coming through the party hard without no bodyguard
Smoking something, stomping on each of you Tims
Im the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, King
And when it comes to planning
The thought to keep thinking, man
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
song performed by by Linkin Park
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Dire Wolf
In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Cali To New York
[verse one]
As soon as a la stepped off (the floor)
People started hollerin (for more)
Beggin us to bless em with an (encore)
You know the peas they game to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles professionally and rock on
And thats exactly how we made it rock (made it rock)
We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot)
We also known to cause a state of shock (state of shock)
We start at 2 then go to 10 oclock (10 oclock)
10 oclock the next day that is (day that is)
No matter what city or state that is (state that is)
Dont ask no questions, thats the way that is (way that is)
Dont ask no questions, thats the way that is
[chorus - 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york
[verse two: pos]
Introduce posdonus yall (nus yall)
Sticky like cous-cous yall (cous yall)
Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma n.y. (n.y)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, Im recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, thats quite sizable
Rich in that english thats broke as hell
Thats why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
Used to walk, all over your ears
You hear the thump, this track pumps like, well order
Some others fell short of the line of finish
You didnt practice harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the golden cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, its all washed up
[chorus - 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york
[verse three: dove]
We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya
Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
Minds blow bigger than tempers out in russia
Cuss like a sailor, make you shame like thelya
Stitch a verse tailored to fit
Spray paintin your spit
On the deco we art, spread apart
I raid mo tracks than flicks in beat street
With kicks until the sole/soul wear out, never that!
We weather that, you light in the ass and feather that
Heavy like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
Squeezin like freddie foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks dont impress niggaz who speak to god
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the bep, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?
[chorus to fade]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Uncontrolled Substance (feat. Shadii)
Inspectah Deck]
It had to be this way
This is for real
Nobody said it would be easy
So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)
Aiyyo, S.I.N.Y., Killa Bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the live
Sweet Love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide
Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise
Wan' test I? Access denied
I live and die by the motto: let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin' for your sianora
Torture, test my word as I come like orca
Niggaz need life supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased
and live my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence
I.N.S., livin' legend 'til the essence
Givin' with no prescription, this is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, they fail measurin' up to
They suck too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like C.I.s beyond the jungle
Trouble Man can't dance the Hollywood Shuffle
Knees buckle when the Killa Bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun blew
Question is, "From who?", numb you
like a 100 CC's of morphine and daily
Keep out of reach of your offsprings
[Chorus: Shadii of The Force MD's]
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled
*repeat 2x*
[Inspectah Deck]
Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled
5-0 said, "Tell it to the judge", I never told
Never fold, know some turn like fake gold
Young and old I look down like parole holds
In the midst where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick flow condones
Soon to spread like Ebola, the autopsy showed
the reports, another Jon Doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower
I hold you hostage, the code name's the Iyatollah
Mind controller, 2009 time quota
The high roller, sting like a King Cobra
Blow the whistle on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, rhymes sign of the times
My life line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still livin' like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run?
They know I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come
in abundance, lined up, spendin' 100's
The Substance provides, continuous high
I'll give you one free for every 5 sides you buy
Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the ride
with the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise
[Chorus: repeat x2]
[Inspectah Deck]
My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and wear protective goggles
Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to follow
Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tommorow
Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow
Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo
El Diablo cross the Verazanno
P.L.O. Style, released while the beasts raid
and those who can't stand the heat, they seek shade
The rapture was told of how one man tackled the globe
We go so deep, it rattles your soul
I see many have come, but few are chose for the role
in this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals
Quick to spot those who pose as friends and foes
Wind up violated like I was the P-O
[Interlude: Shadii of The Force MD's]
Satisfaction or your money back
Gotta keep to makin' comebacks
It's the best that you ever had
Got you fiendin' on the next bag
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Uncontrolled
song performed by by Inspectah Deck
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Nobody Does It Better
Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort
[ verse 1 ]
See, Im fresh like always, Im comin at you
And you know I wont stop till Im through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause Im jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause Im a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin the name
Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper, Ill say, sure
But Im a young black entrepreneur
Im an mc, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope its not hard for you to understand
Im the businessman, its not the same
Im treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I cant get no peace
Im makin more than the chief of police
Im
Too $hort
[ verse 2 ]
Now that Ive established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, youre too grown, dont say Im borin
Just because you know I come from californ-
Ia where many rappers get no respect
Im at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until its all played out
Sucker mcs come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers, sayin no names
Rap on the mic and use new york slang
Even though we dont talk like that out here
The point Im tryina make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 3 ]
See, Im fresh like always, no sweat
Its time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape youll always keep
So if you lose it, youre not my mamas son
It aint free, go and buy another one
Like a costume party on halloween
Mcs pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
Im still harder than you, boy, look closer
Wont say whos best, I just tell you the truth
Youre not makin money, so it couldnt be you
So if that leaves me, too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
Take that, its a too $hort rap
Its on you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 4 ]
Nobody does it better
Tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Dont look now, but Im shinin bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, Im gonna tell you bout livin the life
Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe
Its hard to be a rich man, dont you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin dope
It goes d-u-m-b
Youre lookin for some d?
Then start tweakin, its goin on
You dont like it? well, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, cause you sure cant stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say Im through
So what? Im makin more than you
Cause im
Too $hort
song performed by by Too Short
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tha Doggfather
I put down more hits than mafioso made
And lucky lucianno bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know the way you feel
And baby bubba we gon keep it on tha real
Just to get you caught up in amazement
We puffin on cubans so it might get dangerous
But when it isnt, you can sit izzon bizzack
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha
How you feelin? Im up to dealin, ridin like a villan
Makin a killin, thrillin the crowd wit my new hairdo,
Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes
Man, Im givin blues to these sucka mcs
Who you be? you know who I be, young nigga
Im tha doggfather
Chorus
Snoop doggy dogg is doggy dogg father (father)
Repeat
Lets make a move for this paper (where we rollin dogg? )
We gots ta get paid (makin money all yall)
I mean I steps to tha stage in my g-boy stance
And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance
Im so fly like a dove
I come from up above
You trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat em, cause if you beat em, you dont need em
You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom
I delete em, but dont mistreat em
I stay up on em, and thats one ta grow on,
Let me flow on
You can rock to tha rythme you see
Or you can rock to tha rythme of me
Just remember when you do your thang,
Make sure you do your thang on a hang
And everythang, is everythang
There aint no mo than this paper chase
Like them white-boy das was on tha case
You know I aint tryin ta floss, but uh,
(murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost
Im tha doggfather
Chorus
Now, do anybody in tha house remember
When there wasnt no snoop dogg? (hell yeah!)
There wasnt no rappers hollin bout lbc
Am I trippin yall? (hell no!)
Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like snoop
Have prestigious women
Thats the truth from the begining
In and out of the flyest hotels
You say your family dont know me
Hold on hommie, thats formost and promos
Sales, tails, scales and jails
Success before death
No one in my clique fails
As females with the almighty father lead
Succeedin ta give my peeps just what they need
And it aint no party like this kind,
Cause you can leave your worries behizzind
But ima git back to tha grizzind
Snoop d-o double g comin back for mizzine and
Im tha doggfather
Chorus (repeat until fade out)
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Heartbeat
Once again,my friends,its time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin with timin,while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin it,hittin,rockin,just so dope its shockin
Because I be layin rhymes super sly,cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
Ill say the ice cant take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,Im sweatin like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,its beatin like a wild man
But thats natural,cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you,boy
Im on a hype tip,this aint no ego trip
Just rollin thick as hell,champagne I sip as well
Listen and youll envision,this raps metabolism
I think the beat is dope,but its still your decision
Whether to turn it on,turn it off
Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
Eq me with new frequencies or
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
My heartbeats kickin like a saturday movie
Some say its def,some say its groovy
I say its fly,you know why?
Because its spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the i
The c-e-t.,cold chillin rhyme villain on the m-i-c.
With raps roarin,Im never borin,i keep tourin
My record sales keep soarin and soarin
Ill make a million,maybe two
Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
Wake up the next morning broke as hell
But not for long cause my records sell
My heartbeats kickin like a gun shot
Why not? thats who I made it for,the hardrocks
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
Because what they want is what they take
But Im coolin,Im never foolin,too busy rulin
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin
Leaveem dazed,dogged,served and droolin
By the playin punk slayin mac of microphone duelin
Heartbeat(scratch freestyle)
This conglomeration is just a demonstration
Of raps penetration to the core of our nation
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
I had my choice,i chose the underground
Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by islam,the cuts by the great e.
My heartbeat is kickin,its kickin louder and louder
Its gettin deffer and deffer,Im feelin prouder and prouder
Not robbin or killin,just mic illin
The phone rings,we made another million
Break out the dom and pop the corks
Catch a flight to new york
Hit the l.q. watch red spin,its closed
Brooklyn strikes again
Heartbeat(scratch)
Once again,my friends,its time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin with timin,while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin it,hittin,rockin,just so dope its shockin
Because I be layin rhymes super sly,cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
Ill say the ice cant take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,Im sweatin like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,its beatin like a wild man
But thats natural,cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you
Boy(fade out)
song performed by by Ice T
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Anything Can Happen
Intro:
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
Cause anything can happen at the carnival
(yo make room, make room, make room, make room, make room)
You cant stop the shining
Yo, dont slip mike
You dont want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you, but you dont want to get embarassed
Trust me
Chorus:
Yo, when youre rolling to the carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? say what, say what, anything can happen
Shes sleepin wit your best friend cause anything can happen
Wh-a-at? say what, say what, anything can happen
You roll down the block, come back with your gat
And pow, cause anything can happen
Verse one:
Feel this composition, its a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Ahhh, stop, clef can I rock
Id like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you silly willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I aint the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, wyclef to sev
i hear them playing elvis, they on they way to graceland
But they dont scare me, Im in the trunk, I aint sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk
Chorus:
You got the skully to your face, star, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Sellin crack in the corner, man, anything can happen
What? say what, say what anything can happen
I just got laid off, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
You dont wanna go there, cause anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Verse two:
Aiyyo, anything can happen, you cant stop the shining
You lookin at my watch, but my minds really the diamond
Nine to the seven, you better off steppin
When Im writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and jerry wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty aint right, I put a call to donny eina
But always stay humble went from bummy to neat
Cause money break groups up like the five heartbeats
Dont get souped cause you, pushin a coupe
Next year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuit
For example, I know Im nice, I dont front it
Least anticipated, to the most wanted
Yeah, thats me in the spotlight
With a mic and a guitar, like m.o.p., I like it raw
Chorus:
Yo, when youre rollin to the carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Every man got disciples, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Its all about survival man, anything can happen
Hah, say what, say what, anything can happen
You lookin at me wrong, man, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Will the knicks win the championship this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will we find some peace of mind this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
You ready for the revolution this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will you make love with no condom this year?
No no, no no, that will never happen
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
Where the ladies at? put yo hands in the air!
And for the ladies, we wont play you
If you proud, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng
And for the ladies, we wont play you
If you fat, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Refugee thugs hang at the roller rink
Roller skatin baby
Carnival (make room, for the carnival, make room)
And it dont, nine-seven to infinity
Rest in peace, rest in peace
And the record is not over yet, the record is not over yet
It is not, the record (fades out)
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Struttin Like A G. O. D.
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea
I am the land, I am the tree
Im everything you want to be
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
[verse 1: busta rhymes]
Roll out the red carpet baby the God has come
No matter who you are or where you from
Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum
And while you co-starrin this movie I star is the one, listen
You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible
Until when ever Im done
Notice the God like meet you from when I was young
Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue
How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung
With the biggest followin the nigga slackin a nun
Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung
Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though
Like how the coke be havin them numb
Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin the gun
Now Im lose for yall Im bringin the proof to yall
Ballin and speckin the truth to yall
[chorus]
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
The chorus is singin the words that I fill in my gut
Thats why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut
And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks
And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut
Vallet block two parkin spots all for the turck
Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month
And its all for the slut flowin like a force of the water
Keepin it runin so were the niggaz be at
Well they seein me commin
Summers people keep it clapin women just give me they lovin
They way the streets be fillin the kid they really be buggin
Like Im there dearly beloved my soldiers really be thuggin
Or how I really be slugging the ball out the ball park
Keep them whilin then ten minutes later then its sawed off
Create a small spark then down to the levels to make the walls stark
Testin the God I think he be needin them all off
[chorus]
[bridge: busta rhymes]
Listen
I keeps the hustle up in my vain
Cause its all in my blood
Fell my pain
Fell my love
Fellin niggaz struggle till the other one
[chorus - repeat 3x]
Getin to struttin like the g.o.d.
Listen
[verse 3: busta rhymes]
Im sayin we comin through when Im blockin the light
Niggas think they rockin the crowd but aint rockin it right
Make the people shout to the sound and rock for the night
Cause I stay in the struggle ready rock for the fight
I stay whipin the truck and leanin and rock what I like
And quadruple my money more than the block of the white
We sayin we bout ? ? stopin your rooms
How I be rockin the diamonds like Im dropin them jewels
[chorus]
song performed by by Busta Rhymes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!