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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / best lyrics in hip hop history
« on: October 16, 2008, 12:21:15 PM »
here they are in random order
stillmatic intro, nas
"i crawled up outta that grave wiping this dirt, cleaning my shirt
they thought i make anotha illmatic but its always forward i'm movin
never backward stupid here's anotha cla**ic
C-notes is falling from the sky by the credits rolling starring nas executive poet produced, directed by the kid/escobar
narration describes the lives of lost tribes
in the ghetto trying to survive
the feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched
cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
with mary jane girls 45 playing soft in the background
food from C-Town, mornings was hash-browns
stepped over dope-fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
i learnt da difference 'tween da snitches da real ones and who's soft"
the sixth sense, common
"in front of three-inch gla** and arabs i order fries
inspiration when i write i see my daughter's eyes
i'm the truth across the table from your corporate lies
immortalised by the realness i bring to it..."
erything is erything, l-boogie
"..wrap this in fine linen from the beginning
my practice extending across the atlas
i begat this, flipping in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
you can't match this rapper slash actress
more powerful than two cleopatras
bomb graffiti on the tomb of nefertiti
mc's ain't ready to take it the serengeti
my rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister betty
l-boogie sparks with stars and constellations
then came down for a little conversation
adjacent to the king, fear no human being
roll with cherebiums to the s.r. colloseum
now hear this mixture where hip hop meets scripture
develop a negative into a positive picture
freestyle, big l
"f*** all the glamour and glitz i plan to get rich
i'm from new york and never was a fan of the Knicks
and i'm all about expandin my chips / u mad cuz
i was in the van with your bitch, both hands on her tits
Corleone rule the throne that u know in your heart
i got style plus the way that flowin is sharp
a while back i used to hustle sellin blow in the park
counting g-stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
forever, little coleman, trigger-temper i'm quick to body suttem
u lookin at me like i'm prolly frontin
i f*** around and throw three in ya chest and flee
to my rest i', older and smarter this is me at my best
i stopped hangin around yall / cuz niggas
like u be prayin on my downfall, hopin i stop
hopin i flop u prolly even hope i get knocked
or be on a streetcorner with a pipe smokin a rock
i got more riches than u f***ed more bitches than u
only thing i haven't got is more stitches than u
f***in punk you ain't a leader, what? nobody followed u
u was never shit ya momma shoulda swallowed u
u on some tag-along flunky-es-man shit
do me a favour and please get off the next man's dick
and if u think i can't f*** with whoever, put ur money up
put ur jewels up nah f*** it put ur honey up
put ur raggedy house up nigga i'll shut ur mouth up
before i buck lead and make a lotta bloodshed
turn ur tucks red, far from broke got enough bread
and mad hoes, ask Beavis i get nuttin Butthead
my game is vicious and cruel, f***in chicks is a rule
and my if my girl think i'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
how come when i came out with my first album
u could tell where a lotta niggas got they whole style from
just killing me
stillmatic intro, nas
"i crawled up outta that grave wiping this dirt, cleaning my shirt
they thought i make anotha illmatic but its always forward i'm movin
never backward stupid here's anotha cla**ic
C-notes is falling from the sky by the credits rolling starring nas executive poet produced, directed by the kid/escobar
narration describes the lives of lost tribes
in the ghetto trying to survive
the feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched
cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
with mary jane girls 45 playing soft in the background
food from C-Town, mornings was hash-browns
stepped over dope-fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
i learnt da difference 'tween da snitches da real ones and who's soft"
the sixth sense, common
"in front of three-inch gla** and arabs i order fries
inspiration when i write i see my daughter's eyes
i'm the truth across the table from your corporate lies
immortalised by the realness i bring to it..."
erything is erything, l-boogie
"..wrap this in fine linen from the beginning
my practice extending across the atlas
i begat this, flipping in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
you can't match this rapper slash actress
more powerful than two cleopatras
bomb graffiti on the tomb of nefertiti
mc's ain't ready to take it the serengeti
my rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister betty
l-boogie sparks with stars and constellations
then came down for a little conversation
adjacent to the king, fear no human being
roll with cherebiums to the s.r. colloseum
now hear this mixture where hip hop meets scripture
develop a negative into a positive picture
freestyle, big l
"f*** all the glamour and glitz i plan to get rich
i'm from new york and never was a fan of the Knicks
and i'm all about expandin my chips / u mad cuz
i was in the van with your bitch, both hands on her tits
Corleone rule the throne that u know in your heart
i got style plus the way that flowin is sharp
a while back i used to hustle sellin blow in the park
counting g-stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
forever, little coleman, trigger-temper i'm quick to body suttem
u lookin at me like i'm prolly frontin
i f*** around and throw three in ya chest and flee
to my rest i', older and smarter this is me at my best
i stopped hangin around yall / cuz niggas
like u be prayin on my downfall, hopin i stop
hopin i flop u prolly even hope i get knocked
or be on a streetcorner with a pipe smokin a rock
i got more riches than u f***ed more bitches than u
only thing i haven't got is more stitches than u
f***in punk you ain't a leader, what? nobody followed u
u was never shit ya momma shoulda swallowed u
u on some tag-along flunky-es-man shit
do me a favour and please get off the next man's dick
and if u think i can't f*** with whoever, put ur money up
put ur jewels up nah f*** it put ur honey up
put ur raggedy house up nigga i'll shut ur mouth up
before i buck lead and make a lotta bloodshed
turn ur tucks red, far from broke got enough bread
and mad hoes, ask Beavis i get nuttin Butthead
my game is vicious and cruel, f***in chicks is a rule
and my if my girl think i'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
how come when i came out with my first album
u could tell where a lotta niggas got they whole style from
just killing me
r u trying 2 b a secret agent?