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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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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Inspectah Deck Triumph

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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Pharoahe Monch Oh No

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:


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Cee-Lo In Da Wind

Yo, why is this cat harmonizing on all his joints these days? Cee-lo was the sickest member of Goodie Mob, and had one of the most ridiculous, animated flows ever. I'm saying, he blew the spot on many his features, but this flow made me forget that Big Boi rhymed on this record. That is NOT an easy task. Hell, I forgot that it was Trick Daddy's song for a minute. Word to Gnarls Barkley, they say he's crazy, I say he's sick.


Hardcore with the con-con, Valor to the floor

He Lo the impure, with the loaded four-four

Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine

Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line

With a sick squad, when shit's hot, ya get shot

The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not

Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face

Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place

Recognize, this is the verbalize

Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga

Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds

Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose

Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze

You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this

Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, bout cash

Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash

Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla

Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!


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Xzibit Grindin' (JD Diss)

What's BEEF?

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If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today?
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way
And I could care less if we label mates
Your style been dead Columbia should drop the weight
I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps
What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can't tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self
Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self
It's a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now
This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street muh'fucker

IllStyle

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Lil Kim Quiet Storm Remix

Hot-damn-ho here we go again,

light as a rock bitch(UH)

hard as a cock bitch(UH),

this shit knock for blocks
through hard tops in the parkin lot,

where my nigga rock like to spark a lot,

my brook-lon style speak for itself,

like a wrestler another notch under my belt,

the embezzeler,
chrome tresurer,

the u-n-o competitor,
im ten steps ahead of ya,

im a leader, yall on some followin shit,

commin this game on some modellin shit,

bitches suck cock just to get to the top,

I put a 100% in every line I drop,

its the Q to the B with the M-o-b-b,
Queens Bridge, Brooklyn and we D double e-p, wha,

yall wish you had the life i live, a yo prodigy, tell them what this is dunn,

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Da Brat Not Tonight Remix

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Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches

Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches

If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen

Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me

Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic

Fillin em with, slugs off the nine milli luger clips

Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust

And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors

Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me

Playa phony niggaz be buggin,

I can tell cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push Ki's

Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's

Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-e's

Fuck the police keep my wallet obese

Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin Straight from the Chi

Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

Jay Z Can I Get Open

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Well, cause Can I? is never a question of how but

When I rip it, will I quit it, forget it

Still I'm always on point whenever I hit it

Biting's forbidden, don't do what ya gonna..., too late ya'll did it

I'm shredding the track, I'm burning you back-back, like Backdraft

Brotha's who running the crack down I stutter, that-that niggas fast

I pick up the pieces, I straigten it out like Pete Rock

Or C is, or creases, it's your choice, Jesus--Christ

I'm nice like that, you freakin gay right

I flow like water, so put your finger in a dyke

I slam, I got original flavor, pick up the jam

I killed Chico, and now it's just me- The Man

Go get your gun I go all out with a can

Brothers is having a hard time with who I am

J kicken it, A rippin it, way past Y

I'm so crraazzyy, AAAAHHHH


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Method Man Supa Ninjaz

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Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye

Four metal street soldiers, born to die

Put em up yeah fuck yeah,

When it's Hammertime niggaz can't be touched here,

The true and livin Night vision unseen,

Like Jean when I Hack-men The Unforgiven,

Left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon,

Now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens,

Flabbergasted by tracks that be Tru Mastered,

Opposites attract beef plus they ass backwards,

Stick yourself til I'm felt,

This ass whoopin, is bein dealt

Like hot peas and butter nigga, I got the belt

What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot

I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett

Just a slave to the rhythm - victims

I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em,

I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin

T2 Judgment comin,

Nobody's safe when I reminisce about Case,

Still hit the staircase when the coppers give chase,

I give em finger The only hip-hop singer,

To tell America to kiss his Killer Bee stinger,

Nothin can save ya from this major misbehavior,

Heavy hands layin corners in the elevator,

Guard your grill......

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Rakim My Melody

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I'm not a regular competitor,
First rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
Extra events, the grand finale like bonus
I am the man they call the microphonist
With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken
Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin
I came to express the rap I manifest
Stand in my way and I'll veto other words protest
MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front of
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin
No fessin, no messin around, no chewin
No robbin, no buyin, bitin, why bottle,
This slob'll stop tryin fightin to follow
My unusual style will confuse you a while
If I was water, I flow in the Nile
So many rhymes you won't have time to go for your's
Just because of a cause I have to pause
Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucka duck MC out there
Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
My melody...


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Method Man I Get My Thang In Action

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Niggas wanna test my stees,

Nigga please,

I black that eye like peas

You better freeze

In ya tracks

A Wu-Tang (bzzz) killerbee's on ya back

I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack

You want it all? Yeah I want it all like THAT

I stab my own moms in the back for a stack

Niggas like damn, why youwant it like that?

'Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat

Attitude's cold like the north polar cap

Where I do my dirt a little further down the map

A little buck wildin Island called Stat

Where niggas carry gats in they black hoody hat

Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap

And youse an unknown with a phoney contract

Wake up and smell the method, motherfucker, contact

fallin' in a cypher from a fallen head crack

An indian giver and I'm out to take it back

Shaolin Island, baby where you at?

A runaway train that be runnin' on ya track

That's how it's goin' down Yeah, it's goin' down like that


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Bizzy Bone Thug Luv

If you are unlike myself and can actually keep it with Bizzy Bone, and are able to decipher just exactly what the fuck it is that he is saying half of the time, then you are already aware that he is one of the sickest MOFO's to ever rhyme. That's it!!!!!!

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Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know

That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought

And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all

We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto

I want settle get on my level they can't

Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw

Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it

Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up

I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down

So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror

For what the did it all pause for the cause and I

Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor

In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord

Looking at death with the last of my breath

Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets

Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe

That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in

Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over Cleveland

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Cappadonna Winter Warz

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You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song,

I keep dancehalls strong

Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong

Extravangza, time sits still

No propoganda, be wary of the skill

As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum

Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome

Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat

CD massacre, murder to cassette

I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet

One man ran, tryin to get away from it

Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh

into your chamber like Freddy enter dream

Discombumberate your technique and your scheme

Four course applause, like a black dat to dat

You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go except next show bro

Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin,

you don't want me to start tattlin

All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin

Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich

Every other day my whole dress code switch

So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry

All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry

Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen

Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out

I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill

See my face on the twenty dollar bill

Cash it in, and get ten dollars back

The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax

Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the shelf

And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7-1-6-0-4-9-3-11

And you could get long dick hip-hop affection

I damage any MC who step in my direction

I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard

Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd

My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.

P.L.O. style got thrown out the car

and ran over, by the Method Man jeep

Divine can't define my style is so deep

like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy

like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine

Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design

I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV

Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee

Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott

Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet

under vets, we paid our debts for mad years

Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears

and blunt power, born physically power speakin

The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

Talib Kweli The Proud

Half of the dynamic duo known as Blackstar, Talib Kweli is one of the most intellectual and impressive Mc's rhyming today. Kweli, known as a polictical rapper, caught some negative critiscism for his sophomore effort The Beautiful Struggle, for having a sound unlike his own with potential club joints, which totally missed in my honest opinion. Being the gifted lyricst that he is, Kweli will always display eye-opening bars, but mainstream pop music is not exactly what we look to this Mc for. We look to Kweli for that revolutionary and controversial sound that he does better than most (not Mos), and that has placed him on a higher plateu than most rappers in the game. That sound that be aquired by listening to Quality and Eardrum, and by reading below. What's real, we can get In The Club from 50 Cent.

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Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son?
I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules
He's five years old and he still thinkin cops is cool
How do I break the news that when he gets some size
He'll be percieved as a threat or see the fear in they eyes
It's in they job description to terminate the threat
So 41 shots to the body is what he can expect
The precedent is set, don't matter if he follow the law
I know I'll give my son pride and make him swallow it all (damn!)
Fuck the pigs! I think the pigs killed Big and 'Pac too
If they didn't they know who did, they got to!
Who they serve and protect, nigga not you
Cops shot off of ten G's but they got glocks too
Let you protect yourself, or better yet respect yourself
Straight into the hospital is where you gotta check yourself
They be gettin tips from snitches and rival crews
Doin them favors so they workin for the drug dealers too
Just business enforcers with hate in they holsters
Shoot you in the back, won't face you like a soldier
Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a dead cop's wife
Cops kill my people everyday, that's life

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Nas Verbal Intercourse

In my opinion, one of the hottest flows ever from God Son. Nas has always displayed incredible depth, wide vocabulary and one of the games smoothest most flawless flows. Truthfully speaking, my man has been a little confused in the past, considering he was a italian mob figure, a prophet, a revolutionary, and a gangsta all at the same time. Often times you didn't know which Nas you'd get from one joint to the next. Honestly, I love Jay Z for dissing Nas openly on The Takeover, because I couldn't sit through another Oochie Wally. Stillmatic renewed my faith in an artist that I was totally done fucking with.

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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 shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual



IllStyle


If you aint got the Untitled album, ya fuckin up!