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Jadakiss on Run: It's task force Tuesday the narcs is in a black car / I got 500, 100 packs in ma backyard / clear twelve-twelve's that look like stuffed shells / Im cuttin niggaz throats on da stairs while they puff L's / don't leave nothin unbagged, shave everythin / I learnt from the O.G's to save everythin / they come by one more time they gon' hop out / they two-deep and one is a bi*** she get knocked out / man I can get rid of da pack / but I just copped this pretty chrome thing so Im dippin with that / now Im shiftin on em like I got gears on me / my timbs start feelin like they nike airs on me / It's hard for me to slow down it's like Im on da through-way / my belt's in da crib on da floor by my two-way / now Im tryina hold my hammer up and my pants too / I f they don't kill me they gon' give me a number I can't do / rather it be the streets than jail where I die at / and Im asthmatic so Im lookin for somewhere to hide / but they too close / and I got this new toast / maybe I shouldve let off a shot or two / you know what I gotta do.     
quot;Don't take shots if you ain't usin a handgun"


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Canibus ft Rakim

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(Canibus)
Yo, yo...
Now on some battlin' shit my verbal lateral grip
Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' my shit
Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips
And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix
f*** a pad and a pen, write rhymes on an IBM
Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in
Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit
Meditating on this rap shit
Because my freestyle reigns sovereign
Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet Muhammad was born wit
My brain cavity's enormous
My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 shakras
While the right one harnesses darkness
The type of dark that makes a house haunted
The type of dark that niggaz get lost in
The type of dark you fear when you're dead in a coffin
I hear you talkin' but I ignore it
Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin'
So keep standin' on the corner,
the thrash-man will collect you in the mornin'
Thug cats frontin'
Wacker than Blinky Blink
on the back of the Reptar wagon babblin' about - nothin'
f*** that real rugrats could get it on, black
Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy niggaz get mugged at
so dark you never see the blood splat
and you cant even react
cause the trunk is where you keep the guns at
Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation

Fake MCs haul a** like they runnin' track
Where ever Canibus or Rakim is at

(Canibus) Let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Naw,let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Ra, let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Naw, let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Naw, I'ma punish 'em
(Canibus) Come on Ra, let me bust 'em
(Rakim) Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em

(Rakim)
Be ready and at ya best
The celebrity match of death
Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest
Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath
Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?"
One on one, who challenging? Come get did
All I have is a pen and punish you kids
Abdomen punctured and look what I done to his wig
Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib
Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine
Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime
Get your snot-box smashed with a 9
Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind
Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain
Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains
Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again
Again and again, again and again

(Chorus)

(Canibus):
Yo, yo….
The battle started with a grapple
He had real long hair so a grabbed a hand full
And chopped 'em in the Adams-apple
His partner in back of you tried to attack you
So I'ma twist 'em up like a pret-zel then I'ma tag you
(Rakim):
I'm on some stone cold shit
Warn your whole click
Cartilage get torn until the whole bone split
Who wanna spit, bang quick, strangle 'em wit his lip He tried to flip
but I left his body danglin'

(Canibus):
You left 'em danglin'
I can't believe he wanna grapple again
I swing 'em around like I was dancing wit 'em
Put his arms in back of his head and snapped 'em again
Then I grabbed his limbs and put in the figure-"6 subtracted from 10"

(Rakim):
Seven birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred
Turn cats that suped from superb to nerds
Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb
And stick my dick in your ear and f*** what you heard :o :o :o

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Freedom is only a state of mind....


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Artist: Jedi Mind Tricks f/ Bahamadia, Esoteric, Virtuoso
Album:  Violent By Design
Song:   Exertions (Remix)
 
Ikon the Hologram a.k.a Vinnie Paz

You get split in f***ing half
The Ikon the Hologram wrath
But I am the center inside the placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas
We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus
But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus
Upon papyrus
I kill snipers and body vipers
And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us
Call me your highness
And sip the blood from the phoenix
Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus
Murder the heathens
And perish in a pit of cobras
Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts
Provoke us
And face the Zodiac killers
Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters
Heavy hitters, from the lands of Sudan
Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram
What?
I'm a dignified man,
tryin to escape the spell of a civilised plan
Cos time in a suit is like life in a cell


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But this here has to be the tightest track I've ever heard. Tight in the way it's constructed, the depth, content, the delivery, and the sting. This track says so much.

Artist: Company Flow
Album:  Soundbombing 2
Song:   Patriotism

[El-Producto]
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are f***ing with?
Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power
that we have?  We will f***ing kill you!

I'm the ugliest version of pa**ed down toxic capitalist
rapid emcee perversion -- I'm America!
Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb
from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America!
You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs
(Come on down!)  Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
and jump on the CoFlow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
between serpentine words and ma** confusion
of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
that the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in
You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm lovin it!  Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
f***in with me?!?!  Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)
Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy
(Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
SENSELESS!  Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon
with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES

   "Who's America?  Who's America?  Who's America?  Who's America?"
   "Who's America?  Who's America?  Who's America?  Who's America?"
[El-P]  I'm America!  I'm America!  I'm America!  Mr. Len, get busy on em!

{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
I'm America arrogant!!  Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of
patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS!
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat a**hole of Cartman
And give a crippling f*** like sand sharkskin condom
to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing
I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities
What language is that?  I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management
Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of hara**ment
by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tried to get elected but the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!!  This is where the pain grows like poppies
in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
COPY?  My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm f***in a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!

   "Who's America?  Who's America?  Who's America?  Who's America?"
{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand!  You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
Motherf***ER!

This track seriously has to go down in history, El-P is a genius. If you've never heard it, get a copy now!
I'm a dignified man,
tryin to escape the spell of a civilised plan
Cos time in a suit is like life in a cell


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JOE BUDDEN ft JAY-Z PUMP IT UP (remix)
>>>>THE 50cent NAS diss<<<<

hey nobody dumpin on hove
you aint in sanitation or sanitarium
what are you crazy jay-z'll bury em
i'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
your head bug out i'll raid niggas scared of em
worry im not mike jordan
of the mic recordin
hovi baby you kobe, maybe tracy mcgrady
matter fact you harold miner, jr rider
washed up on marijuana
even worse you a pervis ellis
you worthless fella
you aint no athlete you shawn bradley
i aint talkin to nobody in particular
my flow just vehicular homicide whem im kicken em
yes, anybody in my path
is a car crash waitin to happen
nigga what?
i got my foot on the door
on the post of this rap game and i aint lettin up
yea whos the nicest life of lifeless mic devices
and i dont write this i just mic this
i will it to happen
one take hove im real in this rappin
my new name is just the facts
while the rest of yall just adjust the facts
put words together, just to match
i say what i feel yall adjust to that
i do the opposite of yall so i just attract
the realer audience usually unjustly black
know my flow and the shit they go just match
like the sound of my voice and a choice just track
i just tackle the something the flack of the public
nothin, i know real niggas happen to love it
if you dont like it or look in the mirror
most likely you aint livin so you dont get it
you aint did it so you can envision it
the picture im paintin aint vivid
the language im spittin is so foreign to ya
she was starvin a dude to ya
growin up hard in a little apartment illude to ya
im just talkin to ya

[Joe Budden]
gimme that beat fool
its a full time jack move
fine jay web said take it back dude
its hot
minute or to we play ball now
listen im just havin some fun
no

part in the future
sing the track now
spend a good week hova
you can bring it back now
all these rappers is cookin crack now
took the realness out the game its time to put it back in
the fans finally got it understood they just gappin
while joeys in the hood like madden
whoa
success is wrapped up
checks just rack up
everybodys a killer but the deaths dont add up
everybodys a hustler but the money aint comin in
yall is it just my math sucks? nah
time im a super stuck cheat they wealth
everybodys so scurred to just be they self
and the base and your boys get found like the cool
so we could sound like loon or pound like boom
dont end up a dead man for the cheddar
the way to play is joey in *Def Jam Vendetta* for real
on your pro two blues and dont be shocked
open the booth door we be like old school move it
aint goin to be a tray fee jay-z they be murdered
joey the future im more like dirt
anybody buyin respect me
try and wet me
yall dudes will never make it
your a Tyus Edney
im a standout like Yao Ming
im whats sparkin now
like fallback Shaq
im startin now
boys poppin it toys poppin spit
im not from round these parts im Stojakovic
let me hear your man say im the Jordan of rappin
he's gettin fatigued girlie his scorin is lackin
legacy is gettin ruined and you dont want that
so pretty much learn from him
dont come back
and rap is gettin wag top
g's are steppin
cause you are not that hot
dont believe the yes men
it aint about whos better than uh
its so evident
they hard to be real with no evidence
and i aint comin at jay
cuz hes the greatest dreamer
but he already laid the way
im just layin my seed in
not the same way i was
dude im done drivin now
im in your 745 plus 2
dont have your label call mine
no extracurricular
rappers is all girls who is extraparticular
seen many men with the jade
next time you listen to many men ill make sure you relate
only jay coulda came
just blazed it like me
everybody else chills
just glazed kid agree
packin a mackin in the back of an acura no
flappin the gat we be rappin the caddy but naw
what you want punk
double clip pump
ride by slump forth cocked playa on top
hater warm rock with his teeth toes wrapped
with the brand new savior of east coast rap
dont worry yo i'll bring the east coast back
no parties this aint a movie but meet joe black
tryin to relate to it i just speak those facts
if you was in the front now your seat goes back
what the deallin
like new york been soft since bin laden came thru and crushed the buildings
kinda restore the feelin this is to be continued
im just speakin through ya
spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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Artist: Jedi Mind Tricks f/ Bahamadia, Esoteric, Virtuoso
Album:  Violent By Design
Song:   Exertions (Remix)
 
Ikon the Hologram a.k.a Vinnie Paz

You get split in f***ing half
The Ikon the Hologram wrath
But I am the center inside the placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas
We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus
But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus
Upon papyrus
I kill snipers and body vipers
And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us
Call me your highness
And sip the blood from the phoenix
Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus
Murder the heathens
And perish in a pit of cobras
Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts
Provoke us
And face the Zodiac killers
Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters
Heavy hitters, from the lands of Sudan
Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram
What?


Vinnie pazzianza killer from Nam....felt this verse too dun...the whole track was nice  :)


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Artist: Jedi Mind Tricks
Album:  Violent By Design
Song:   Heavenly Divine
Typed by: Dragon9918@aol.com

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine
Ikon the f***ing Hologram
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Ikon the Hologram]
Another sacrificial lamb
That died at the hands of Hologram
Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his f***in' clan
Holy land
Who spit the live shit
The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit
The hot shit
Live raps crack your jaw
Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war
I left a scar
So your crabs would understand
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
Lord know a man
Sharp blades slash your vitals
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles
Homicidal
Hologram burn churches
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos
Wait and see we'll stick you with needles that's hypodermic
You heard the verdict
I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
What, what, what

[Chorus repeat 4x]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what

[Just Allah]
MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible
Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you
Seen inside the places of beyond
The dwellings of the Omn
Existing in Islamic pantheon
Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G
Power blast wacking my path devour fast
I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourgla**
Devise your spell
Make demons rise out of hell
Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell
You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire
I launch writers
Put your drawn on gong's wire
Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune
Science to contortion your body into a coffin
Insane damage is done, you f***in' with the army
We beat skulls in the shape of a wet bag of laundry
What, yeah, yeah

spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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Artist: Jedi Mind Tricks
Album:  Violent By Design
Song:   Heavenly Divine
Typed by: Dragon9918@aol.com

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine
Ikon the f***ing Hologram
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Ikon the Hologram]
Another sacrificial lamb
That died at the hands of Hologram
Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his f***in' clan
Holy land
Who spit the live shit
The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit
The hot shit
Live raps crack your jaw
Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war
I left a scar
So your crabs would understand
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
Lord know a man
Sharp blades slash your vitals
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles
Homicidal
Hologram burn churches
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos
Wait and see we'll stick you with needles that's hypodermic
You heard the verdict
I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
What, what, what

[Chorus repeat 4x]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what

[Just Allah]
MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible
Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you
Seen inside the places of beyond
The dwellings of the Omn
Existing in Islamic pantheon
Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G
Power blast wacking my path devour fast
I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourgla**
Devise your spell
Make demons rise out of hell
Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell
You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire
I launch writers
Put your drawn on gong's wire
Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune
Science to contortion your body into a coffin
Insane damage is done, you f***in' with the army
We beat skulls in the shape of a wet bag of laundry
What, yeah, yeah



That Jus' Alah verse maaaan!...
"Hip Hip is Hip Hip, We quick to Judge,
But we aint quick enough to not be Judged"
- Philo (Bloem Cat)


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Artist: The Genius (Killah Priest on vocals)
Album:  Liquid Swords
Song:   B.I.B.L.E. (Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth)
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
 
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth (3X)
 
Chorus: repeat 2X
 
Life is a test many quest the universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving earth
 
Verse One:
 
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I loved doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
that I was paying, plus the praying
I didn't like staying cuz of busy-bodies and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs
Durin the service, he swallowed up the poor
And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold
And watched mysteries unfold
And dropped a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
cause if you do your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind?
From a slave we was kept from the mind
And from the caves he crept from behind
And what he gave, was the sect of the swine
When the bible, it condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban
No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie
No hocus pocus cause I focus on the facts
And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
And too much knowledge, it might break up the ryhme
I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home, or sell books by the market
Need to chill and get their mind revived
For years religion did nothing but divide
The basic instructions before leaving earth
 
Chorus

Verse Two:
 
I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
And open bibles, instead of hoping on revivals
Calling on His name and screaming hallelujah
when he hardly knew ya, that's how the devil's fooled ya
See look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to heaven?
The Earth is already in space, the bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied till my eyes was swollen, and only arose when
I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth, and build with the youth
And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted wth foolish men
and women with wicked minds, who build picket signs
to legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion
I quiz Son with my wisdom
Before I converted, I was perverted, and knowledge was a**erted
The study of wisdom, I perferred it
The understanding, it gave me mental freedom
I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam
The white image, of Christ, is really Cesare Borgia
and uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander
The Sixth of Rome, and once the picture was shown
That's how the devils tricked my dome
I prophesized to save a man, but no one gave a damn
for my nation - the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew Marcus
 
The basic instructions before leaving earth
 
Chorus: repeat to fade

spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....