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#141
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lil jon in every song:
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! |
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#142
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Charli 2na(Jurassic 5) from "lausd"
Yo, don't get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks The Land of the Dead, before you come examine your set Where drama collects and women use special effects Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts The city of angel's wings represents people's hopes and dreams And the evil that men do that live life close to kings And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream Material things provoke more folks to scheme Whether you paid your cost, Cali green made your call The smog covers the city like a table cloth Is it fame at fault? Entertainers labeled soft The place where people come to lose their train of thought *the rest of the verses from this track are good too, but these stood out Also Method Man and Redman in D'Angelo's "Left and Right" [Redman] Yo, yo My flows remarkable Doc walk like Kane from Kung Fu round the globe Throw obstacles I'll hurdle them Herb and whack MC's, drum racks To the rims to the caps Yo Meth, Tical, and D I'm ASAP, I'm crack a don chicken hunting at KFC In '83 I was that scrub TLC talking 'bout Now I rock the house Chalk 'em out [Method Man] Yeah no doubt who gots the biggest ass in the house Young miss fillet-a-fish Salt water trout, pretty young thing Got a tongue ring and dirty mouth And she whispering them sweet nothings I hear it out Baby you got me like Joni had Cha Chi Until she got high and went and [censored] Potsi Lady Godiva From day one a dick rider Liar, liar set your pussy on fire [Redman](Method Man) Yo Doc be off the wall We keep a Marly cheap Pulling a Harley deep with a jar of grease Come 1-5-1, straight endo, the spot I [censored] brown sugar behind the fiber glass window Its Doc not guns don't sling weight The only thing I sling is condoms for spring break ([censored] 'em) How we do it? (Leave 'em) How we do it? (Get the money) The pussy (The weed) Now do it [Method Man](Redman) Now take your coat off and stay a while Now honey child if you're gon' be acting funny style Then I don't need ya It's Saturday, this night fever [censored] is popping, Acheeva my mouth cotton Tis the season for draws dropping And heavy breathing You ain't skeezin' you dick teasin' I'm leavin' Acting rotten, I got no time for games I'm no joke Drop that ass when I'm finished And watch it smoke |
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#143
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and dis one too.....Lyrics Born "Balcony Beach"
I think it's called bein' a man in the making / It's burnt, I like pralines now / Long walks solo, where I can sort my thoughts out / Just what I've been taught to date / It doesn't gel well with the way that I've been feeling these days / That's coming from a ton of angles, hella places / I'm really not trying to make a political statement / But just in terms of internally inside/ I'm at an interval in life where it's a turbulent time / And I could pretend that it's all good / And that I shouldn't put so much on it / Let it sit and just settle itself / Stop acting all sobby and sentimental / Besides everything's perfectly fine / But here I am on this balcony / With my thoughts just traveling randomly on some tangent And in the back of my mind / I keep hearing this lady / Her voice is beautiful, she keeps saying / Mooo baby / We can make it happen/ Make it through baby / All we need to do is begin rejuvenating / Keep it all in focus and pursue it faithfully / Do it patiently |
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#144
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note: the vast majority of what eminem has written could easily be nominated.
The verse in "Hellbound" is ridiculous, i was gonna post that.....although em has a lot more explosive tracks, i like the flow on the following and its lyrical content: Eminem- 313: So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't know [censored] so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your [censored] memory It's either them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass [censored] If he's acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And [censored] Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack |
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#145
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[ QUOTE ]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good) [/ QUOTE ] this is the verse i thought of right away |
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#146
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[ QUOTE ]
Ghostface on Tony/Montana (from Cormega's Legal Hustle Vol 1). You really need to hear it to really appreciate it. play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen Cause pussy is the best next thing besides women All the position ive been in couldn't explain how I'm living My vision my intuition has risen Here take a listen I'm hitting Up to bat with precision Sealing bags in the kitchen Slinging crack to these pigeons For the fact that I'm driven My linebackers is missing Send you back and good rides Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden Keep my gun hidden niggaz is bitches signing petitions And they providing convictions See I survive through the system under the livest conditions My riders ride on a mission for snitching You get your back blown right out of commission Youll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures We click on religious niggaz for acting too superstitious Move cause the group is viscous Shoot if you want your wishes to blow See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches [/ QUOTE ] This is such an amaazing verse, it boggles the mind. I flip/flop between this and the AZ verse from Life's A bitch all the time, but really this one is near-perfect |
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#147
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Well step aside my friend I been doing it for years I say, sit on down, open your eyes And open up your ears Say, put a tree in your butt Put a, a bumblebee in your butt Put a clock in your butt Put a big rock in your butt Say, put some fleas in your butt Say, start to sneeze in your butt Say, put a tin can in your butt Put a little tiny man in your butt Say, put a light in your butt Say, make it bright in your butt Say, put a TV in your butt Say, put me in your butt Everybody say "Boogie in your butt" -Eddie Murphy |
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#148
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A lot of great ones already posted. Sole - Priziest Horse I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket in fact I make love with electric outlets In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead; when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us the battle wages over future addictions Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches (Why is everybody sleeping on benches?) I've been a rock as long as I've lived since everything has to be a nobel prize winner I should've quit when I saved the ozone I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up? Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles I won't forget, the little things escape through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too.. I promise.. [Chorus] In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms it's not that heavy, make pretend it's someone else's party, what a gas Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet between God's bald spots where the sky stops I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones despite all the America going on, it's all Rome Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you cant find solace in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess What's up with all the gags? Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone killing to be recognized as something that you're not Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me 'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body Quit playing kid games with your old tongue 'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one: I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV After all is said and done, we barely have memories so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human.. [Chorus] In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms it's not that heavy, make pretend it's someone else's party, what a gas [/ QUOTE ] Sole is not a rapper. |
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#149
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Canibus's verse from Boyz 2 Men
[Canibus] Yo A+, uff the nonsense I got the reinforcements To crush any enemies offense with a hundred thousand Horsemen The hardest muthafucka on the market right here I'll complete in a minute what would take you a light year Extra-terrestrial biological entities with infinite energy battling for world supremecy Who wanna get touched The CAN-I-BUS will crush you With hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles Ambushin emcees jumpin out the trees like Vietnamese in fatigues covered with leaves Interrogatin you wack emcees like MIB's with dark glasses Askin you to tell me exactly where that alien craft landed By flashing bright light in your eyes with those silver cameras So when you revive you cant recall or understand it Thats how the Canibus keeps tabs on the planet I use amnesia to neutralize public panic and take advantage of opportunities to do damage I pierce your heart with evil thoughts The only thing faster then tha speed of light is the speed of dark With the jaws of a great white shark I rip you apart My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp Splatter the brain matter of my enemies with the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy in the back of his cranial cavity which is actually what happens to any mother uffer for tryin to battle me Or his verse on Beasts From the East, which was the main reason his first CD was so anticipated. |
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#150
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[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] You hear this finger? Oh it's upside down Here, let me turn this [censored] up right now [/ QUOTE ] I [img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img] Eminem, easily one of the best rap 'lyric' writers ever. Shake That Ass [/ QUOTE ] I started to agree with you, because Eminem NAILS some of his [censored] so perfectly. Then you picked "Shake That Ass" as your example, and I wanted to punch myself in the balls. Wait. No. I wanted to punch you in YOUR balls. Yeah, that was it. [/ QUOTE ] LMAO, how can you like Eminem, but not like Shake That Ass? I'm curious [/ QUOTE ] Because is not any good as is the majority of the stuff on eminem's last several albums. |
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