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General Discussion / Re: Yo Song of the Day 2008!
« on: October 21, 2008, 06:07:29 PM »
Ghostface Killer feat. Rae - apollo kids. straight killing me.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: @CROOK
« on: October 20, 2008, 05:52:56 PM »
yeah,i also think crook took it, but not by much, he was just that little bit harder and maybe funnier like decino said. but i can live with that, i'm only 20 and there's no shame in losing to crook at this stage of my career. peace yall 
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: @CROOK
« on: October 19, 2008, 03:46:29 PM »aight i did my homeworkGETTING REAL ON HIM[/b]
ayo i'm sorry Zubz but i gotta murder ur man
like Tommy Hearns knocking out Roberto Duran
and when i'm done with u i'm a start on ur crew
i wipe my a** with toilet paper that's harder than u
and i heard u on mixtapes trying to floss
u ain't Eminem, u feminine like Diana Ross
a halfbar from me weighs over eight hundred pounds
ur whole career's work still gets weighed by the ounce
don't make me pull out da Glock and let it spit
this is Rap Diesel, u on some unleaded shit
u so smalltime u could fit thru a keyhole
right now my name's bigger than Lil Wayne's ego
i had crook mad shook cuz the flow be hittin
i drop punchlines and cats be like "Oh, no she didn't!!!!"
and i ain't concerned with whatever seida spits
i crush niggas in one bar like jadakiss
i know u's a needy brother / so i copped
ur album and wiped my a** with the CD cover
and my Glock's spit toxic big shells kid
i see "The Big Picture" same way that Big L did
u autistic retard, u can't touch my mindstate
ur a baboon, a monkey, a f***ing primate
and Zubz was like "Yo Crook, what happened son???"
so i told him "poke him with a fork cuz that rapper's done"
What?? Getting Real On Him?
Tried to warn you babygirl, now you leave me with no choice yo
This gon' be overkill......
Zubz in the background;
"Yo Crook there's blood in the water; get ya Great White on"
Elle ya like Apollo Creed facin'-Rocky; you ain't got /
What it takes-to-stop-me, my skills make-me-cocky
An' I love killin' rookies on a grimy-track /
I'm "So 4 Real" Heavy D wants to sign-me-back
You's a rookie in da game, a Frontline-Virgin /
How dare you challenge me when I'm da Punchline-Surgeon
Regarded-as-nice coz I started-precise /
Da flow's AUTISTIC I'm RETARDED-with-mics
First I spit venom, then-spray-Ether /
An' handle sixteens like a Tenth-Grade-Teacher
I'm Down Syndrome with it; I burn-rounds-and-work-Dollars /
While all ya demo's got turned-down-like-shirt-collars
You mad new to this, one 'a' da beginner-players /
I'm way above ya level I'm like the Himalayas
An' round here all da heads say-you's-a-Amateur /
Ya like Bow Wow tryin' 'a' battle Jeru-Da-Damager
You dat Primary School baller doin' playground-tours /
I'm da PSL Commissioner; I LAY-DOWN-LAWS
I school young MC's an' handle-Pro-Rhymers /
Your level's two miles beneath me like Anglo-Gold-Miners
An' I'm waitin' on ya crew in my B-Boy fight-stance /
Then cock da Glock an' squeeze on 'em like tight-pants
An' even though I'm schemin'-on-Wall-Street / I still find
Time to fill ya mouth with more se(a)men-than-a-War-Fleet
You can't compete on this level with those phoney-punchlines /
Elle ya "Way Outta Ya League" like Tony-Sunshine
Coz I hold all da Title-Belts / So much
Championship Gold rappers call me Michael-Phelps
I'm The Underground King known to slice-an-MC /
You couldn't find two rappers that's nicer-than-me
I'm Chuck Taylor, you're Jack-Purcell: / You live ya
Entire existence in my shadow plus ya wack-as-hell
For real ya lightyears behind me; Elle I coulda
Handled-you / When I was in Standard-Two
An' for da right price I might even murder-ya-kids /
Coz I scramble with mine like Schalk Burger-with-his (I c u Jigga)
When it's beef I'm known for applyin'-the-Hammer /
Bullets 'a' run thru ya team like Bryan-Habana
Now there's rumours that I'm f***in' with Gunz
So I guess I'm sorta like Shaquille O'Neal and Lord Tariq
While you an' ya girls stay out 'til late-in-da-clubs /
An' argue 'bout who's da illest; is it Seida-or-Maggz?
I'm a PRIMATE so ya mans-sing-my-song /
Elle you like a banana in the hands-'a'-King-Kong
I'm dat Giant-Ape, only difference is he fell off
The Empire-State / Me? I'd rather die-in-the-Cape
Gotchyu feelin' like you came out da wrong-vagina /
Elle you so phoney you was prolly born-in-China
An' ya whole crew are straight-beginners / Plus they
Been runnin' away-from-niggas like Jamaican-Sprinters
I'm The Best Kept Secret since Royce-Da-Five-Nine /
Delivery's exquisite my voice-is-Prime-Time
An' "Unf***withable" you know's-a-Cla**ic /
Da rhyme-scheme's nutso, da flows-are-acid
I'm a cold-hearted, frozen-Bastard: / Put you and
Ya favourite rapper in a box, then close-da-Casket
What you pack da Glock-for? You not-raw, I'm Top-Drawer /
I've blocked-more shots from Rookies than Patrick-Ewing
So I 'ont know what da f*** y'all cats-is-doin' /
In the Fourth-Quarter, I pop up an restore-order
Increase my Battle-advantage / I ain't
Mean to kill you Elle; you just Collateral-Damage
Declared dead by Crook-at-The-State-Morgue /
In this battle you received more hooks-than-Nate-Dogg
The Coroner revealed "The cause-of-death-was-punchlines /
Delivered viciously more-or-less-at-one-time.....By Seida-Crook"Get da f*** outta here
"
aight, i appreciate the honesty. i didn't want 2 say this but almost ur whole verse is standout, i like the way u flipped some of my punchlines back. i c y u call urself Arnold Squash-a-nigga. but i did get at u though and hard too. i sat up all night makin' that verse, and the girls here at the res was like "nah he gon' you kill u Elisa, don't do it" (some of them copped the beatoven mixtape where u body bloodspillaz) and i was like i don't care i'm a get @ him hard. anyways i loved u on "Unf***" (it's like an anthem here @ Wits U) and at least i can tell the girls i went toe to toe with seidacrook and came out still looking good, but by next year i don't think u'd be able 2 touch me cuz i'm ill 4 real. holla @ me.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / @CROOK
« on: October 18, 2008, 02:16:36 PM »
aight i did my homework
ayo i'm sorry Zubz but i gotta murder ur man
like Tommy Hearns knocking out Roberto Duran
and when i'm done with u i'm a start on ur crew
i wipe my a** with toilet paper that's harder than u
and i heard u on mixtapes trying to floss
u ain't Eminem, u feminine like Diana Ross
a halfbar from me weighs over eight hundred pounds
ur whole career's work still gets weighed by the ounce
don't make me pull out da Glock and let it spit
this is Rap Diesel, u on some unleaded shit
u so smalltime u could fit thru a keyhole
right now my name's bigger than Lil Wayne's ego
i had crook mad shook cuz the flow be hittin
i drop punchlines and cats be like "Oh, no she didn't!!!!"
and i ain't concerned with whatever seida spits
i crush niggas in one bar like jadakiss
i know u's a needy brother / so i copped
ur album and wiped my a** with the CD cover
and my Glock's spit toxic big shells kid
i see "The Big Picture" same way that Big L did
u autistic retard, u can't touch my mindstate
ur a baboon, a monkey, a f***ing primate
and Zubz was like "Yo Crook, what happened son???"
so i told him "poke him with a fork cuz that rapper's done"
GETTING REAL ON HIM
[/b]ayo i'm sorry Zubz but i gotta murder ur man
like Tommy Hearns knocking out Roberto Duran
and when i'm done with u i'm a start on ur crew
i wipe my a** with toilet paper that's harder than u
and i heard u on mixtapes trying to floss
u ain't Eminem, u feminine like Diana Ross
a halfbar from me weighs over eight hundred pounds
ur whole career's work still gets weighed by the ounce
don't make me pull out da Glock and let it spit
this is Rap Diesel, u on some unleaded shit
u so smalltime u could fit thru a keyhole
right now my name's bigger than Lil Wayne's ego
i had crook mad shook cuz the flow be hittin
i drop punchlines and cats be like "Oh, no she didn't!!!!"
and i ain't concerned with whatever seida spits
i crush niggas in one bar like jadakiss
i know u's a needy brother / so i copped
ur album and wiped my a** with the CD cover
and my Glock's spit toxic big shells kid
i see "The Big Picture" same way that Big L did
u autistic retard, u can't touch my mindstate
ur a baboon, a monkey, a f***ing primate
and Zubz was like "Yo Crook, what happened son???"
so i told him "poke him with a fork cuz that rapper's done"
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: @LUVBYTE
« on: October 17, 2008, 02:07:21 PM »
4 real? wow, but i'll still get at him cuz...
"....2 be the best u challenge the best and the blessing r spiritual.."
"....2 be the best u challenge the best and the blessing r spiritual.."
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: @LUVBYTE
« on: October 17, 2008, 01:48:30 PM »
what? u? seida-crook? oh brotha please u ain't him. just cuz u call urself crook don'r mean ur "unf***withable" - that joint still kills me
" i had a thugs-wet-dream, of drugs,-Tech's-and-cream
big money in the clubs-having sex-with-queens
rolling-on-dubs,-puffing mexican-green
so i told-zubz-i'm a be the next-rakim"
rhyme-scheme remind me of kool g rap, probably the illest street-level joint 2 come out of sa.
but don't come up in here on some " i'm seidacrook" tip. he's like the himalayas; he's way above ur level. that's probably why u named urself after him. clone.
" i had a thugs-wet-dream, of drugs,-Tech's-and-cream
big money in the clubs-having sex-with-queens
rolling-on-dubs,-puffing mexican-green
so i told-zubz-i'm a be the next-rakim"
rhyme-scheme remind me of kool g rap, probably the illest street-level joint 2 come out of sa.
but don't come up in here on some " i'm seidacrook" tip. he's like the himalayas; he's way above ur level. that's probably why u named urself after him. clone.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: @LUVBYTE
« on: October 17, 2008, 01:11:34 PM »
@luv, it could anything u want it to mean boo.
@koreashook, little leagues? i could body u in a battle.
"..none a yall iller...if there is name him...and i'll squash him a.s.a.p.."
@koreashook, little leagues? i could body u in a battle.
"..none a yall iller...if there is name him...and i'll squash him a.s.a.p.."
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General Discussion / Re: Yo Song of the Day 2008!
« on: October 17, 2008, 11:40:26 AM »
today i'm bumpin cla**ic east coast joints.
the beatnuts "watch out now" Crayz Lu and JubJub, um my bad, i mean Crazy Les and Juju are killing me, plus the beat is just crazy.
the beatnuts "watch out now" Crayz Lu and JubJub, um my bad, i mean Crazy Les and Juju are killing me, plus the beat is just crazy.
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General Discussion / Re: Lyra**ist Lounge
« on: October 17, 2008, 11:34:13 AM »
tru-life feat. saigon "we gon ride" 2nd verse
is love stronger than hate, is hate the reason the
got longer to wait for me to conquer the state
well if it is then listen here and please listen clear
i swear it's time for the wackness to disappear
be gon wit / cuz i'm a treat the back of ur
f***ing head like a drum and use my gun to beat on it
i'll put my unborn seed on it / my niggas could
fight, Suge Knight could get it if he want it
straight gully with it
mobb deep feat. nas "thug life is mine" 1st verse
i got the style of a stillborn child; i'm ill
if it's beef poke him with the fork make sure he done well
the streets raised me crazy, now i'm immune to it
so when they start the shooting we don't stop the music
keep it moving that's how we do it / been thru
more drama than the Baldwins; u still crawlin
apply street moves to the office, high-performance
rap author make millions off 'a'
melodic, hypnotic productions / that a
touch ur emotions and f*** with ur conscience
u feel me? i write a graphic page / escort
niggas to they grave, relate to the projects
we the black mobb; it get more deeper than just rap music
it's more real than any words i could muster
pull 'em black Cadillac trucks up / hop out
them shits like what? yall niggas can't touch us
before the G-Unot sell-out these cats singlehandedly held it down for the east coast on that gully, grimy tip for whole decade. cla**ic.
is love stronger than hate, is hate the reason the
got longer to wait for me to conquer the state
well if it is then listen here and please listen clear
i swear it's time for the wackness to disappear
be gon wit / cuz i'm a treat the back of ur
f***ing head like a drum and use my gun to beat on it
i'll put my unborn seed on it / my niggas could
fight, Suge Knight could get it if he want it
straight gully with it
mobb deep feat. nas "thug life is mine" 1st verse
i got the style of a stillborn child; i'm ill
if it's beef poke him with the fork make sure he done well
the streets raised me crazy, now i'm immune to it
so when they start the shooting we don't stop the music
keep it moving that's how we do it / been thru
more drama than the Baldwins; u still crawlin
apply street moves to the office, high-performance
rap author make millions off 'a'
melodic, hypnotic productions / that a
touch ur emotions and f*** with ur conscience
u feel me? i write a graphic page / escort
niggas to they grave, relate to the projects
we the black mobb; it get more deeper than just rap music
it's more real than any words i could muster
pull 'em black Cadillac trucks up / hop out
them shits like what? yall niggas can't touch us
before the G-Unot sell-out these cats singlehandedly held it down for the east coast on that gully, grimy tip for whole decade. cla**ic.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / @LUVBYTE
« on: October 17, 2008, 09:11:13 AM »
listen cash, quit with the pm's i'm not interested in u. ur bubblegum,
i love REAL hip hop. one more pm and i'll body u.
"listen girl he gonna smell me on this one"
yeah i stay looking fly and my crew is buttered
so when he saw me it's no surprise that Ruben "stuttered"
and i was like "please keep that noise quiet,
coz right now i'm on a no-fatboy diet"
four minutes later, he was still spitting that wack noise
so i shut him down like Tumi did it to Crackboys
in the Lambo on our way to Oliver Tambo
thoughts of u and ur body looking as solid as Rambo
Luvbyte i'm a make a stop in ur town
all i can i think about is u Daddy knocking me down
and to really be honest i don't want to make love
Elle likes it ruff and i KNOW u's a cape thug
appreciate me boo, i'm an african queen
u know u love the way my a** just be packing 'em jeans
and the first time we met i knew it was on
when u asked me if my handbag was Louis Vuitton
so i asked u right there if u be knowing i rap
and when u started macking i was throwing it back
u put ur hand on my waist, i felt the heat from adrenalin
then u kissed my cheek, this streetcorner gentleman
his musky aroma sort of Greek Sauna Cinnamon
Luvbyte u "sick" so i'm a reach for the "Benylin"
so if u want Elle man u better speak up
cuz i can't wait to feel ur hands on my C-Cups
me and u 2getha, what the hell can they tell us?
we so hot koreacrook and blackhrose is jealous
i love REAL hip hop. one more pm and i'll body u.
"listen girl he gonna smell me on this one"
yeah i stay looking fly and my crew is buttered
so when he saw me it's no surprise that Ruben "stuttered"
and i was like "please keep that noise quiet,
coz right now i'm on a no-fatboy diet"
four minutes later, he was still spitting that wack noise
so i shut him down like Tumi did it to Crackboys
in the Lambo on our way to Oliver Tambo
thoughts of u and ur body looking as solid as Rambo
Luvbyte i'm a make a stop in ur town
all i can i think about is u Daddy knocking me down
and to really be honest i don't want to make love
Elle likes it ruff and i KNOW u's a cape thug
appreciate me boo, i'm an african queen
u know u love the way my a** just be packing 'em jeans
and the first time we met i knew it was on
when u asked me if my handbag was Louis Vuitton
so i asked u right there if u be knowing i rap
and when u started macking i was throwing it back
u put ur hand on my waist, i felt the heat from adrenalin
then u kissed my cheek, this streetcorner gentleman
his musky aroma sort of Greek Sauna Cinnamon
Luvbyte u "sick" so i'm a reach for the "Benylin"
so if u want Elle man u better speak up
cuz i can't wait to feel ur hands on my C-Cups
me and u 2getha, what the hell can they tell us?
we so hot koreacrook and blackhrose is jealous
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General Discussion / Re: Lyra**ist Lounge
« on: October 16, 2008, 06:46:42 PM »
and just for good measure
artist: nas, jadakiss and luda
track: i made u look
1st verse
now let's get it all in perspective
for all yall enjotment a song yall ca' step with
yall appointed me to bring rap justice
but i ain't 5-0 yall know it's 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 wifey
thug girl who fly and talk so nicely
put her in the coupe so she ca' feel the nice breeze
we ca' drive thru the city no doubt / but don't
say my car's topless, say the titties is out
newness, here's the anthem put ur hands up
that u shoot with count ur loot with
push ur pool stick in ur new crib, same hand
that u hoop with swing around like u stupid
king a the town yeah i been that
u know i click-clack, where u and ur mens at
do the wop, do the smurf, baseball bat
rooftop like we bringing '88 back
2nd verse
ain't nuttin but trouble god / when i kick in the
door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
don't let me let the machine off / this is
methadone music that u could lean off,
Made U Look da remix with me up on it
copped ur shit now i break weed up on it
and everything is real i see / like my
niggas that been home but only got a jail ID
i helped the game it ain't help me / top five
dead or alive and that's just off one LP
and i still buzz, they feel coz / they
know the flow's "Ill" just like "Will" was
i'm just trying to make sure that my son's wealthy;outta shape
but i make sure that my gun's healthy; i'm a ape
u can't stand kiss / coming thru the hood
in a Aston Vanquish the colour a dandruff
they said we jumped him, i just let the gun snuff him
copped P, then turboed soon as they uncuffed him
this goes out to alla ur mans / why put u
in a verse, when i can put u in a Coroner van
street level hip hop don't come iller than this.
artist: nas, jadakiss and luda
track: i made u look
1st verse
now let's get it all in perspective
for all yall enjotment a song yall ca' step with
yall appointed me to bring rap justice
but i ain't 5-0 yall know it's 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 wifey
thug girl who fly and talk so nicely
put her in the coupe so she ca' feel the nice breeze
we ca' drive thru the city no doubt / but don't
say my car's topless, say the titties is out
newness, here's the anthem put ur hands up
that u shoot with count ur loot with
push ur pool stick in ur new crib, same hand
that u hoop with swing around like u stupid
king a the town yeah i been that
u know i click-clack, where u and ur mens at
do the wop, do the smurf, baseball bat
rooftop like we bringing '88 back
2nd verse
ain't nuttin but trouble god / when i kick in the
door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
don't let me let the machine off / this is
methadone music that u could lean off,
Made U Look da remix with me up on it
copped ur shit now i break weed up on it
and everything is real i see / like my
niggas that been home but only got a jail ID
i helped the game it ain't help me / top five
dead or alive and that's just off one LP
and i still buzz, they feel coz / they
know the flow's "Ill" just like "Will" was
i'm just trying to make sure that my son's wealthy;outta shape
but i make sure that my gun's healthy; i'm a ape
u can't stand kiss / coming thru the hood
in a Aston Vanquish the colour a dandruff
they said we jumped him, i just let the gun snuff him
copped P, then turboed soon as they uncuffed him
this goes out to alla ur mans / why put u
in a verse, when i can put u in a Coroner van
street level hip hop don't come iller than this.
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General Discussion / Re: Lyra**ist Lounge
« on: October 16, 2008, 06:14:47 PM »
artist: ja rule, fat joe and jadakiss
track: new york new york
3rd verse
ayo it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
depending on how u treat her u might get rich
it's guaranteed u gon die and u might get missed
for maybe two or three hours 'fore they light they spliffs
and that coke a get u a long time / but when i
let 'em know the dope is out it's like America online
the wise has awoken / and u know they say u
deserved it whenever u die with ur eyes open
i still hold the title / cuz i'm in the hood with
the little motorcycles, stick-up kids hoppin out
with old rifles, just doin shit for nuttin they
so spiteful, hah i'm just like u
the word that niggas wanna merc u is in the air
double shot a 'gac and purple's in the air
and i'm not cocky i'm confident
so when u tell me i'm da best it's a compliment
killing me man
track: new york new york
3rd verse
ayo it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
depending on how u treat her u might get rich
it's guaranteed u gon die and u might get missed
for maybe two or three hours 'fore they light they spliffs
and that coke a get u a long time / but when i
let 'em know the dope is out it's like America online
the wise has awoken / and u know they say u
deserved it whenever u die with ur eyes open
i still hold the title / cuz i'm in the hood with
the little motorcycles, stick-up kids hoppin out
with old rifles, just doin shit for nuttin they
so spiteful, hah i'm just like u
the word that niggas wanna merc u is in the air
double shot a 'gac and purple's in the air
and i'm not cocky i'm confident
so when u tell me i'm da best it's a compliment
killing me man
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: best lyrics in hip hop history
« on: October 16, 2008, 01:13:57 PM »
forgot this one checkmate, jadakiss (at 50)
"we gon handle this like grown men u won't win
u don't even feel comfortable in ur own skin
i rap my a** off i'm fighting the champ with the gla**-jaw
i hadda guard him and that's all
see me and a couple hood niggas behind stars
i heard u put a couple good niggas behind bars
i might never sell that much / but u could
bet ur last two quarters i'll never tell that much
picture kiss not come out swinging / that's like
going to 50 at a show and he ain't come out singing
yeah u got a felony but u ain't a predicate
never the king of new york u live in Conneticut
u don't be in the hood u be in the woods
f***ing with me so u really gon be for good
and i hold the 45 myself / and hop
out the range on one 45 myself
this is a true fact /since when has it
become cool to get shot and shoot back
Trackmasters shelfed u, Bravehearts helped u
then everbody felt u now i gotta melt u
and don't try to pull rank on kiss / cuz da
niggas i'm a send to do it ain't gon miss
u'll be laid up stiff, i spit straight up piff
i did real songs with BIG no made up shits
and i ain't got a problem with clout / u ain't get
shot again yet so what's ur new album about?
nah, ur raps are pre school u made a lotta money
now be cool 'fore i swell up ur lips like seafood
the "Block" is just fine homey the "D"'s straight
most likely ur new cd is a weed plate
nutten but love songs / 100% pure
garbage just suttem to break up buds on
u should just stick 2 selling clothes and sneakers
cuz outta ur whole camp ur flow's the weakest
i'm in the town where the young boys is clappin
u running around with the Lieutenant and Captain
it a take a lifetime to see kiss
u hadda get shot nine times to be rich
that's what i call putting a nigga under u.
"we gon handle this like grown men u won't win
u don't even feel comfortable in ur own skin
i rap my a** off i'm fighting the champ with the gla**-jaw
i hadda guard him and that's all
see me and a couple hood niggas behind stars
i heard u put a couple good niggas behind bars
i might never sell that much / but u could
bet ur last two quarters i'll never tell that much
picture kiss not come out swinging / that's like
going to 50 at a show and he ain't come out singing
yeah u got a felony but u ain't a predicate
never the king of new york u live in Conneticut
u don't be in the hood u be in the woods
f***ing with me so u really gon be for good
and i hold the 45 myself / and hop
out the range on one 45 myself
this is a true fact /since when has it
become cool to get shot and shoot back
Trackmasters shelfed u, Bravehearts helped u
then everbody felt u now i gotta melt u
and don't try to pull rank on kiss / cuz da
niggas i'm a send to do it ain't gon miss
u'll be laid up stiff, i spit straight up piff
i did real songs with BIG no made up shits
and i ain't got a problem with clout / u ain't get
shot again yet so what's ur new album about?
nah, ur raps are pre school u made a lotta money
now be cool 'fore i swell up ur lips like seafood
the "Block" is just fine homey the "D"'s straight
most likely ur new cd is a weed plate
nutten but love songs / 100% pure
garbage just suttem to break up buds on
u should just stick 2 selling clothes and sneakers
cuz outta ur whole camp ur flow's the weakest
i'm in the town where the young boys is clappin
u running around with the Lieutenant and Captain
it a take a lifetime to see kiss
u hadda get shot nine times to be rich
that's what i call putting a nigga under u.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: best lyrics in hip hop history
« on: October 16, 2008, 12:43:18 PM »Couldn't this have gone in the Lyra**ist Lounge thread?
my bad guys