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narzy

Elite Member
I know we have to have some hip hop lovers in the house, represent. I want to expand my Hip Hop library.

OH NO
STRUCK BY GREASED LIGHTNING
F--D BY THE SAME LAST NAME, YOU KNOW WHAT?
CHINA AINT NEVER GIVIN BACK THAT GOTTDAMN PLANE
MUST GOT THIS OL NATION TRAINED
ON SOME KENNEL RATION
REFRAIN
THE SAME TRAIN
FULLA COCAINE
FROZE THE BRAIN
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN
I BEEN THRU THE FIRST TERM OF ROTTEN
THE FATHER ,THE SON
AND THE HOLY BUSH-IT WE ALL IN
DONT LOOK AT ME
I AINT CALLIN FOR NO ASSASSINATION
IM JUST SAYIN/ SAYIN WHO VOTED FOR THIS ASSHOLE OF THE NATION



DEJA BUSH
CRUSHED BY THE HEAD RUSH
15 YEARS BACK
WHEN I WROTE THE FIRST BUM RUSH
SAW YOU SALUTE
TO THE THEN
VICE PREZ
WHO DID WHAT RAYGUN SAID
AND THEN BECAME PREZ
HIMSELF WENT FOR DELF
KNEE DEEP IN HIS DAMN SELF
STUCK IN A 3 HEADED BUCKET
OF TRILATERAL BUSH-IT
SORRY AINT NO BETTER WAY OF PUTTIN IT
NOYOU CANNOT FREESTYLE THIS
CAUSE YO ASS STILL AINT FREE
IF I FIGHT FOR YALL
AND THEY GET ME
HOW MANY OF YALL
IS COMIN TO GET ME?
NONE
CAUSE ITS EASIER TO FORGET ME
AINT THAT A BUSH
SON OF A BUSH IS HERE
ALL UP IN YOUR ZONE
YOU AINT NEVER HEARD SO MUCH SOUL TO THE BONE
I TOLD YALL WHEN THE FIRST BUSH WAS TAPPIN MY PHONE
SPY VS SPY
CANT TRUSS EM
AS YOU SALUTE TO THE ILLUMINATI
TAKE YOUR ASS TO YOUR 1 MILLIONTH PARTY

Hes the son of a baaad
Hes The Son Of A Bad Man

verse 2
NOW HERES THE PITCH
HIGH AND INSIDE
CERTIFIED GENOCIDE

AINT THAT A BUSH REPEAT AINT THAT A BUSH

OUT OF NOWHERE
HEADED TO THE HOTHOUSE?
KILLED 135 AT THE LAST COUNT...TEXAS BOUNCE

CATS IN THE CAGE
GOT A GHOST OF A CHANCE
OF COMIN BACK
FROM YOUR WHACK ASS KILLIN MACHINE

SON OF A BUSH AINT THAT A SON OF A BUSH

CATS DOIN BIDS
FOR DOIN THE SAME BUSH ****** THAT YOU DID

SERIAL KILLER KID UH SERIAL KILLER KID


Hes the son of a baaad
Hes The Son Of A Bad Man



verse 3
COKE IT?S THE REAL THING
USED TO MAKE YOU SWING
USED TO BE YOUR THING

DADDY HAD YOU UNDER HIS WING

BRINGIN KILOS TO FILL UP SILOS
YOU PROBABLY SNIFFED PILES
GOT INMATES IN TEXAS SCRUBBIN TILES

THAT ****** IS WILD
CIA CHILD
 
Subtle, signifying sonnets/
Not unlike low flying comets/
Evolving to love is loving to revolve/
Revolvers releasing the round revolutions/
Entering earthlings, ending evolution/
Decision is the devil so I choose flakiness/
I refuse to exist in a life filled with regrets/
Return to natural life empowered/
Futuristic flows from an unidentified flowered.
 
Originally posted by: Coquito
I use to listen to Pharcyde when I was into that stuff, circa '93-95.
:music: she keeps on passin me by... :music:

now you put it in my head, i had to put on 'runnin'. :music: can't keep runnin' away..... :music:
 

Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded
But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half
Omittin the word "bitch," cursin I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin
But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks
For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop
 
Ay yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact /
Tactical tracks matched perfectly with graphical stats /
Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap /
Which tackles you back and shackles a laugh to you / that's
The mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong /
The marriage and bond of havoc and song / This massacre's
On as if Picasso laced you / There's lotsa hateful skele-
Tons locked in the closet of my castle of Grayskull / I'm passin' this
grade school, that's why I have to debate you / my raps are like
Cable, slashin' your facial, that's how a master degrades you / I'm
Battlin' Jesus, if he passes through my label I'm snatchin' his
Halo / God I'll trade you, just send my father back as an angel /
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' / I'm only
emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' /
I'm super lyrical, with brain boostin' chemicals /
Inducin tentacles inside of my mental projectable

--Big Punisher, "Super Lyrical"
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More Pun ("Dream Shatterer"):

Ay yo I shatter dreams like Jordan / assault and batter your team, your
Squadron will be on the run like Adam and Eve from the garden /
I'm carvin' my initials in your forehead / so every
Night before bed, you'll see the "BP" shine off the board-head /
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack n!gga
with the worst rap, cuz he ain't worth jack / hit him with a
thousand pounds of pressure per slap / make his whole body
jerk back / watch the earth crack... hand him his purse back

:laugh:
 
Classic Eminem + Royce on the Slim Shady LP ("Bad Meets Evil") when he was still hungry... sick wordplay...

{Eminem}

I dont sleep, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet / I'm not a
Real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat / I trans-
Late when my voice is read through a seismograph and the
Noises spread / picked up and transmitted thru Royce's head /
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed /
Til the evil explodes thru his blood like poisonous lead /
Told him each one of his boys is dead / I asked
Him to come to the dark said, he made a choice and said...

{Royce the 5'9"}

Who's hard, yo I done heard worse / we could get into two cars and ac-
Celerate at each other to see which one'll swerve first /
Two blind bandits panicked, whose mental capacity
Holds that of the globe on top of nine other planets /
Kiss the cheek of the devil / intelligence level is
Hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto / dis-
missal, I'm not a fair man, disgrace the race of an atheist /
Interceptin' missiles with my bare hands like a Patriot /
One track sight without source / I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse /
And stay overworked / It's like the Nazis and the Nation
Collaboratin', attemptin' to take over the Earth

{Em}

Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil / and we
Hit the trees til we look like Vietnamese people /
He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal ("Seegle") /
"Above the Law" cuz I don't agree with police either
(Sh!t me neither) we ain't eager to be legal / so
Please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle /
I breath ether in three lethal amounts while I
Stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle /
Releasin rage on anybody in squeezin range /
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin rain /
(He's insane) no I'm not, I'm just tryin to
Shoot up, and I'm pissed off cuz I can't find a decent vain

{Royce}

A disaster with dreads / I'm bad enough to commit suicide and
Survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead /
When in danger it's funny, actually my flavor's similar to a
Waiter, cuz I'll serve any stranger with money / I'll
Spray a hundred men until their joints change while
Slippin' bullets at point-blank range like they were punches / piss
On the flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it /
Whippin human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws with my
Fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass / I'm
Blazin emcees, at the same time amazin emcees / some
How, emcees ain't that eyebrow-raisin' to me / from
All angles of us, flash a Mac loud enough to cast an
Avalanche then bust till volcanoes erupt...

:beer:
 
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