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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Notorious B.I.G. Kick In The Door

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Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons

Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan

Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa

You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White

intake light tokes, tote iron

Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin

Keep extra clips for extra shit

Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap

The most shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby

Ain't no tellin where I may be

May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin

with my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin

You should know my steelo

Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show

to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'

so, Jesus, get off the Notorious

penis, before I squeeze and bust

If the beef between us, we can settle it

With the chrome and metal shit

I make it hot, like a kettle get

You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya

You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure

BIGGIE!!!!!!

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Big Boi Black Ice

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Now who done stepped in?

The nigga the B-I-G the secret weapon Boi

Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at weddings

So quit flexing, we speakin about

somethin that's refreshin to the earlobes

Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode

Like icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks

Some niggaz ain't on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it

Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces

Cause niggaz are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces

Boy don't beep me, if you ain't got no work

I'm strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy

search boy, talkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy

Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simp, yeah!



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Thursday, July 16, 2009

T.I. Swagga Like Us

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You go see Weezy for the wordplay,

Jeezy for the birdplay,

Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy,

All my verses picture perfect and they meant to serve a purpose,

You ain't living what you kicking and you worthless,

Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be nervous

Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it,

Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical,

Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do,

Ain't nobody hot as me...

Even if they rap they ass off blast, off and have outstanding qualities,

Sell alotta records I respect and salute that,

But spitting real life on hot beats...

I'm the truth at, you kick it like me no exaggeration necessary,

Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary,

Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad

Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag


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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

AZ Rather Unique

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My verbals rip shit

Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

Fuck it I'm on some flip shit

Ready to let my clip spit, dramatical

Vocals release shells like automatics

Do music's magical causing any battle to be tragical

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Slaughter your circulatory like luqemia

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

I'm vicious, mad malicious

Cause it's real on this road to riches

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers

How they speak and kick it

Peep this uniqueness

Nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless

Left to chokers and skunk smoke

Was coming through the speakers

Surgically nice with any verbal device

Trife, breathing life into mics

My insight's beyond the twilight

So die, fight, no surrender, no retreat

Techniques speak

I'm rather unique


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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

LL Cool J Where I Belong

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As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad

I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud,

you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up,

then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up,

I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot,

when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block,

before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey,

but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy,

I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts

And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up

And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up

Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up

I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career

A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared,

I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet

Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet,

How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhymes,

and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time

I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too

LL Cool J and I did this to you

On that note he said

"Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love

And Drove off in the Lex Land


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Monday, July 13, 2009

2 Pac Shakur If I Die 2Nite

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They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas

Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold

But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed

I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me

Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me

Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me

I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps

I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock

Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight.

Classic

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Friday, May 22, 2009

Inspectah Deck Triumph

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I bomb atomically,
Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis
can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries,
lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery,
possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous,
ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block


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