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*Hip Hop Lyrics Thread*

J

JohnKimble

Banned
None of that fake hip hop sh!t please.

[pharoahe monch]
Yo, it?s the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny
You can fool me but I cannot ****** with rudy gulliani
Press the panic button, ****** it?s the schizophranic, can it
I can kill it from the west coast to the atlantic
Nowadays it seems it?s hard to maintain
Can?t take the stress, yes god, I?m going insane
If you can fill my veins say yes
If you can feel the pain say stress
Pharoahe, I possess the skills to bring it to yor chest
With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation
With his excellency prince standing next to me
And especially extra p on the sp
12 zero zero, I stand tall and be a hero
In times of stress, the pharoahe won?t fess

Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 16x)

[large professor]
Now nothing ain?t deeper than having to throw a ****** in the sleeper
Don?t stress, and take that ****** from large profess
Cause I be on the train trying to maintain
Getting lower than the whole while the record man gain
And it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie
Cause I can?t relate to living less than great
So I while I make a fat beat to eat
Some of my mans from john ball high school are sleeping in the street
That stress ****** is ill, if you let it, it will
Having your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill
Never that for me, ****** my name?s extra p
I can?t afford to be stressed the ****** out in ?93
Or ?94, cause everybody knows my solution
To being stressed is looking at the front door

Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 8x)

[prince poetry]
God knows I can?t take this stress
Working my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers
Not representing your hood
I stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect?s good
Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, I come
Out of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother
And another one, that you?re looking for
Mr. bigot, officer, I?m legit, now can you dig it?
Hey lady, I don?t want your pocketbook, my black ass
Don?t like my ass black? I?d rather cross the street leaving a stupid look
On your grill, spark a phil, parlay
? hosey toe? in the spot, call up ? concay?
Extra large profess, give the rest of the old funk
So what I left the rhyme on the dresser
My man dy-lou, he?s in this, rest in peace, you?re in here
? reckapice? you be the daddy, God knows you?re in there
Sincere?s the queer cause the east is representing
Baby doll, prince is my name, ******?s real, so listen
 
[Zaakir]
Check it out now...
I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
The camera stands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With Taylor made status and plus favored is automatic

[Chorus]
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
(PE Sample) *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
(PE Sample) *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

[Marc 7even]
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang
We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame
We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple
We pass participles, and smash the artist in you
The saga continues, this I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through

[Akil]
Yo...
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual game from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour

[Chorus]

Hip...Hop
Music (a bunch of times)

[Charli 2na]
Yo...
Well, it's the verbal Herman Munster
The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces
The taut taces be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value
Word power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill...
 
No omega

I?m the alpha, with no omega
Beginning without the, end so play the
Eye inside, no extended version
Next episode be smooth as a persian
Rhyme everlastin, there?ll be no part two
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw
A better picture for your third eye, if you?re blind
You know with a mic, I?m a black michaelangelo
I?m the brother whose ideas are colorful
Givin em insight, but givin em trouble to
Comprehend cause they thoughts won?t blend in
They?re pretendin, while I?m extendin
You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks
But you won?t strike, cause you ain?t no match
You need more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord rakim
What?s the matter g, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and die hard, you ain?t eveready
When they check the pulse, you?ll be +dead+ as
+freddie+
Shop at sears for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize, try to disguise it
If that don?t work yo, then midasize it
You need more power, better bring battlecat
But this ain?t grayskull, and you ain?t rippin jack
Don?t drop the mic and jet for your tooley
(bring it to me!)
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the
Workin
Then i?ma leave you behind the iron curtain
And you?ll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin
Now i?ma tell em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn?t pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain?t a soloist, I?m an arsonist
Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what?
Played up, mc grand but pooh-butt
Stole his lady, and drove her crazy
You asked me why - cause her man tried to play me
I sent her back a nervous wreck
And tried to put her back in check
My speciality is masterin the female species
I specialize in her, until she sees
Where I come from, and why I came
I tame the train til she manifest my name
Fill her with life until she burst with energy
Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be
Tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry
Put holes in our pocket, but you ain?t that fly
I clipped your wings and bring you down to earth
And tell you what life is worth
It ain?t rings and things that?s materialistic
You wanna pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, cause I?m the shelter
I?ll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y?all got to flaunt?
(you gotta use what you got
To get what you want)
Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
Words I speak and my dj?s cuts will warm ya ears
Like mink earmuffs
So eric show em how fast your hand?sll go
So the people in the stands?ll know
That you don?t scratch your cuts in the grave
Moves in waves to my rhyme displays
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep em, energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
Don?t forget it?s copastetic, set it
Anywhere you want your poetry?s pathetic
You gets.. no.. credit.. til you get it straight
Let?s motivate
No intermissions cause it ain?t commercial
If you wanna break then I?ll reimburse you
I won?t let go so my mic won?t drop, cause
(I can?t.. stop!)
Vocabs is endless, vocals exist
Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this
Especially when I start to say the
Rhymes with no omega
 
Mathematics Lyrics
Artist(Band):Mos Def

Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It's just me dog
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, negroes and latinos
and even the gringos
Yo, check it

One for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell
8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Working class poor better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
for cha-ching cats get {{they}} CHA-POW, {{you}} dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
{{It's a numbers game}}, but ****** don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier (repeat 2X)

"The Mighty Mos Def.."
"It's simple mathematics" -> Fat Joe
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"

.. "Do your math" -> Erykah Badu (2X) ..
.. "One.. t-t-two.. three, four" -> James Brown ..
.. "What are we talking about here?" ..

[Mos Def]
Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight year olds gettin found with {{.9 mils}}
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty ****** in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces -- just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man, child, and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics

Chorus

{closing scratch} "Mathematics.."
 
Here's the remedy for all your cornball raps
Brooklyn's back on the map I'm not bragging
Defeating all foes bring your styles
I stomp out the last dragon
Grand groove Grandmaster like back in the days
Holding my own on the street and the microphone
You can't rip it I grip it and flip it
Trip it down memory lane back to the park jams
We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed
Or should I say jelly?
My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle
You can't see me so you can't hit me
You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips
Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips
Chicks gravitate towards the crooked
If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it

Chorus:
("Brooklyn keeps on taking it" - KRS) (Repeat 4x)

Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging
Making noise from the US to Russia
Couldn't set it, even if you wanted
So many bodies on my microphone, the ******'s haunted
Doggonnit, your girl's on it
Record companies are on it, you can't have it, causing havoc
Building, destroying, deploying
My rhymes on beats strategicly I melt any MC
I repre- aww ****** it, don't even need to say it
You know the time when I start to sautee it
So niggas be having mad maws and ******
Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist
But ease up off us, or you'll need officers
We're deadly, there's no cure
Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns
Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town
Serve your girl butt naked
If she's gone, who took it?

Chorus

This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game
Try to front and we retire, MC's set em all on fire
Scooping up the fly ladies round my microphone like a Mercedes
If I was a video game you couldn't play me
So keep it moving, don't play yourself
Your rhymes are ?sinna raffin?, mine quite graffing
Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz
Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer
Try to freak it, wind up in a homelsss shelter
Cause ****** what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa
Try to see us, and it's an MC massacre
When we step, your state we shook it
If it's gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it
 
When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
with the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to gut
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

Fake niggaz get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
****** is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some wild out ******, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
******'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, ****** I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that ****** up, my Clan in Da Front want it

Chorus

Verse Two:

I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the ****** for? Down by low, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
(when the MC's..) Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the ****** begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
 
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same ****** again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
Them older niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

Verse Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And what the ****** is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
Your lovely human ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, ";I got drugs!";
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and ******
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block
 
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:
Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash,
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said Keep still, boy, no need for static,
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said Why did ya hit me ?,
the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
I'll do years if I pull this trigga,
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said I need bullets, hurry up, run!
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
he told the cops Back off or honey here's dead,
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?).

Good Night.
 
Ras kass:
You want to talk to god? God never sleeps.

Chorus
Ras kass: now what came first, the chicken or the egg?
God: armageddon.
Ras kass: a arm a leg a leg a arm a head.
Headin in your direction.
The riddle was the answer to the question.
Born of the flesh, what is perfection

Ras kass:
Inside my mother?s womb,doomed to return to the tomb.
Or was it from the dead I was raised?
All too soon to pay, on judgement day,
Is this beginning or the ending,
Died sinning, still winning, still grinning.
This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending,
Three-hundred billion men, women, and children.
Deja vu, could be I?m dreaming,
But we all ask for divine reason,
While still breathing, and until leaving.
Who? , what? , when? where? , how?
But most of all why?

God:
Why what?

Ras kass:
Do we live just to die?

God:
The book of haden.
Way before the after God pitting heads.
No God for me, mathematically, in division.
My decision was all inventions.
I need not mention infinite dementions.
But the human mind?s flaw was limited comprehension.
So while you try to travle to mars and the stars,
The God manifests through the entire universe.
>from the sun, moon, the earth.
I created man in my image and the black man was first.
The scientific explanation, yea I made man out of dirt.

Ras kass:
But how can a man be first, when it?s the woman that?s giving birth?

God:
Listen, single-celled organisms.
The homosapien, the albanein

Ras kass:
What?s that?

God:
White people.

Ras kass:
They keep the world seperate and unequal.

God:
The teach you, right is wrong, wrong is right.
Up is down.
<? >teaches king arthur?s throne, is the planets that are round<? >

Ras kass:
Can we really time travel, and is there life in outer space?

God:
Wait, you knew all this in the first place.
You tryin to get to god.

Ras kass:
But, I?ve fallen from your grace.
A billion paths to take, but which one is truly straight?

Chorus

Ras kass:
Can you walk across water or rise from the dead?
I heard he said he lived, and the son of man bled.

God:
Its a process, ****** don?t just happen, I create it.
Everything you see, and ****** you dont, son I made it, and waited.
I?m the big bang theory and evolution.
Been there, done that, from revolution to prostitution.
The first and final solution.
The quaran, bible, and vedas, is only tools,
Dont be confused when the medula oblagada do

Ras kass:
Oh, so revelations is genesis.

God:
Three-sixty degrees are limitless.

Satan:
******, my motherfuckin nemesis.

Ras kass:
Who is you?

Satan:
Son, I thought you knew.
Who else? lucifer, the lie bearer stupid, the devil himself.
He the creator, we all the creations, guess I?m eternal damnation.
Got you bitches seaking your own salvation.
Who taught you how to pray?
You read it in the book, look, your bear witness to amen ray.
Every day when you say amen, and then turn around and preach worshipin false
Gods,
Is an unforgettable sin.
Yea the good book is like comic books,
You take ?em too literal,
I tricked you in to believin? the power to reason,
Makes you able to live infinitely, in the physical.
Guess I?m the pawn com lyrical.
Basically I tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang
The player with a trillion years of game.

God:
He got you sellin your spiritual, for power, monery, and fame,
I came out of tripple stage darkness, gave mortals my attributes.
But even you may be a mystery God like the lockhead,
A used sign to prove or disprove my existence.
Tryin to align this, artificial intelligence, cloned in a space station,
Tryin to build the tower of babylon.
But you savages stake me, when I start erasin homosapiens.
You lookin for an angel with wings,
I?m ?a bring young niggas with a ak, ****** a alien.

Ras kass:
So what you sayin is, you the one that created sin.

God:
What you call mother nature, was the nature of me.
What you call evil, ultimately, was the force inside of me.
Matter cant be created or destroyed it just changes shape.
One god, many people, and many faith.
And this is how I wanted to do ?em.

Ras kass:
Wait, wait, hold up.
Father tell me, who is god?s son?

Chorus<x2>

God:
I be the jesus to your buddah, the chrishna at your junah,
The big kahauna, jehova witnesses, suede pumas.
Zuese, pharoah, elohim, saturn, yaweh jiah,
Arastifa rah, allah, the most powerful.
But then, only adam and i.
I?m the oceans, the trees, a bumble bee, and a glock.
Earthquakes, how much money you ever take.
The reason behind every mistake mankind continually makes.

Ras kass:
Did God create man, or did man need to create god?

Satan:
The answer is both, cause how mortals look at God is odd.

God:
You try to customize me to be comfortable.
For what you want to do, and how you choose to act.
The roman christians will tell you God ain?t black.
But to get something from nothing is physically impossible, thats a fact.

Satan:
Black is the combination of all colors

Ras kass:
White is the lack thereof.

God:
Darkness is beneath the ground, and in the skies up above.
The clue, is that the true illumination is me, not illuminati.
Cause I alone discriminate,
Any who be believing they can rationalize our out reason me.
Who created your creature, sutdent can never be greater than the teacher.
Wether it?s adam and eve, or atomic chemistry.
I?m the one true source of all energy.
Who will evantually destroy every enemy when I see fit.
I cant blaspheme my own name so when goddamnit, so be it.

Satan:
Thats called the wrath of god, but we gotta deal, I can chill
****** up the whole world, and in the end,
He?ll still fulfill his plan, to return man to his original position.
****** gave me some hooks, and said I gets to go fishin.

God:
I gave man doiminion over the earth, to master the wealth.
But most of my children don?t have dominion over theyself.

Satan:
Thats where I come in.
Call it original sin.
Well, who really gives a flying ******?
I taught you how to blood suck, and ultimately self destruct.

God:
Know the ledge, wise the dome, do the data.
I?m the alpha.

Satan:
I?m the beta.

Ras kass:
And I?m omega.
To be or not to be was man?s question since conception.
I think that for our end, was man?s preception.
But the birth is the ressurection.
The son of god, or god?s son, that lights our entire spectrum.
You got everlasting life, long as you got day and night.
Illumination, not education, to bring the blind sight.
And what you need to know is that you?ll never know it all.
I?m a lowercase g, son of the ever-living god.
 
Ah, celebrate
Hahaha, yeah, ah
Vita Brevis, Ars Longa
Life is short, art is long
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you
But Priority Records be ******' up, nephew

Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque
Rugged ******, abrasive to any fo'flesh
So let's paint a thousand words worth a picture
Panoramic though, more esoteric than hieroglyphs and scriptures
And chemical mixtures, spit your's, not just kick words
Spit swords when we joust from the mouth dogg
Heard he got the hottest ****** out, but Titanic emcees
Somehow manage to freeze
Fracture your flows so bandage your steez, no royalties
Subtract his mathematics like I was droppin' satanic degrees
Long time no see chico, still eatin' pussy at the Nico? (ha haaa)
I'm screamin' Power to the people
Most times, genius is misunderstood, but understand
You stand under unstable tables of foundation
My true occupation, dissemination of information
Usin' both sides of the brain, and I ain't complacent
Complain when I speak, ****** Priority Records
Like Prince, I'm writin' slave on my cheek, cause my kids gotta eat
Meanwhile A&R's sniffin' coke, gettin' kickbacks, ****** that
My written's like Christ wit a cross on his back
I'll breathe a total Black experience on a track
What use to be hot was what a emcee said
Now Hip-Hop don't respect you unless you platinum or dead

[Hook]
I'm Van Gogh, Van Gog
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
 
I comes off with positions like pornographics
Twenty questions - animal, vegetable, or mineral
What am I? Atom - amphibian, invertebrate, or mammal?
Homosapien, specifically ock swell up like gout
then spread out like centrifugal force (what?)
Collision course reinforced with cylindrical wax
Axis spins at 33 RPM, that truly comprehend what fat is
That is, nine out of ten rappers today bore me with
predictable monosyllable drivel
I scribble incredible rhymes to rhythm, nepotism
Your prism couldn't invent
Too many MC's get deals from who ya down with, or where ya represent
But since I house more niggaz than section eight
State statements about your state
although my state of mind fornicates breaks
Your magazine ad got you souped up
Test-y like two nuts, marketing gimmicks
Catch wreck like Sam Kinison, convincingly
Cause what ****** got props in the industry don't really interest me
My motto is: the bigger they are, the more politics involved
And I revolve at a rate to make your occipital skull plate dissolve
Techniques delve deep..
(Slick Rick sample: How much you'll never knooow)
Soo-oooooo, don't sleep; ock I rock phonics
that got you holdin my dick like your name was Lorena Bobbit

You don't know me and you don't know my style - Method Man

[Ras Kass]
I seen the scene from the outside lookin in through a window pane
Pain; hypertension ruptured the varicose vein
The vainglorious breaks I be, perpetratin omnipotent reign
I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat
The stakes increase on break beats, your fleet fleets run
when I'm rippin ya Kubrick's, meaning deceased, rest in peace
Pieces of my nebulous flex paralyzes oblongatas
To witness my linguistics like a Muslim takes jihad or not
Since A&R only sign gangster rap acts
Don't get it twisted stereotypin by geography West coast syntax
I signify for C-Arson
The city North of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton
Seems to me the peace treaty is through
Niggaz ran out of looted Hennessy and barbecue
Now all I do is stop the myth that every MC from Cali
is a Blood, Crip, or pimp - I pimps empty
Controls more English than Margaret Thatcher
Fidat be gwan be fat like the punani on Patra;
leavin your rep shattered
Cause you don't wanna see me signifyin
Smackin your Left Eye up like my man Andre Rison
All this juice evaporates - what it boils down to
is the yes yes y'all, and only that makes a rapper great
****** rhetoric and repertoire, demographics and heavy rotation
Slowly the lyrication makes sense
****** fame; I snuff that ass out the frame
It ain't Snoop Dogg, so what's my motherfuckin name?
The arra-arra-R, A, ella-ella-S (keep it goin)
 
As I look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
And how long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 4X]

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that ****** said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
I'm havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

Murder was the case that they gave me
"Murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 2X]

No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with a izz-L, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo he took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
 
Yeah. Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.

[Verse One:]

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

****** right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that, just grab the ****** gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move

******, you ain't got to explain ******
I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a ******'s sure to die
That's my word, ****** even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."

Yes, love love you're ****** attitude
because the ****** play pussy that's the ****** that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give ****** if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, ****** is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me ******
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of ****** Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?

[Verse Two:]

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
******, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my ****** Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah ****** peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"

So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the ****** he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the ****** won't forget it

[Verse Three:]

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the ****** C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a ****** bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar

Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...

Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that...
Just get the ****** car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh ******! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****** doughnuts
(So why the ****** he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh ******, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no ****** chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true ****** going out for the loot
 
This ****** is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all trying to win but then again
Maybe it's for the best though 'cause when they're seeing too much
You know they're trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld granted
Nine to five is how to survive I ain't trying to survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say '****** mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils...

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was ****** so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'til her ****** started to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still
close
Don't cry, it is the (beat?)
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils...

My flesh, no ****** could test
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie
You don't know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my ****** life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...
 
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