quote:Zet hier een quote neer van wat jij de beste rap-lyrics vindt. Persoonlijk vind ik een quote uit: "Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg - Fuck WIth Dre Day" wel aardig:Rapper 50 Cent is tot tekstschrijver van het jaar uitgeroepen. Welke stukje tekst van 50 cent vind je het best?
I apply pressure to pussies
20%
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
27%
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
12%
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinnin'
20%
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
22%
aantal stemmen: 263
quote:All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat dick
Tim dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah...
.
"I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me"
quote:"I'ma brother that will smother your mother and make your sister think I love her."
.quote:I'm a stone villian known for killing and raping nuns
Ayo I even kill handicapped and crippled bitches
Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes
There's no doubt I'm all about a dollar
I just signed a lifetime contract with the funeral parlor
This kid that owed me dough, I didn't take his life
Instead I tied him up and made him watch me rape his wife
is mijn favoriet
:D:quote:DJ Krust/Saul Williams Coded LanguageWhereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic
community to its drum woven past
Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to
calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and
re-released at the same given moment of recorded history , yet at a
different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with
the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or
anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically
or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as
retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.
Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of
being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular
manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased
by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal
aggressors.
Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize
We have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a
number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's
speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.
Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the
unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.
Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season
Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the
centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and
effect
Reject mediocrity!
Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given
for you to understand.
The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the
diet of an infant.
The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative
symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed
pears
Light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.
The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but
with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.
Thus, in the name of:
ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN,
LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE, WHITMAN,
BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA,
MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY,
DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, RACHMNINOV,
ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON,
MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTITI,
LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR
LITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, COSBY,
SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED
We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone
Our music is our alchemy
We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full
of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down
supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise
Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for
today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies
into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry,
crafts, love, and love.
We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.
Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.
Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to
uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World.
Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain
Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain
quote:En dan vooral alsie in het goeie ritme staat, geniaalNo doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
Dre, Hitman, Kurupt, Ms Roqyou can come and get some hip-hop cock,
Talk Like Sex van Kool G Rap & DJ Polo
quote:Dr. Dre - Put it on meBang on the block
Even Asian bitches like to bang cock
.Guess who's back in da mothafucking house, with a fat dick for ya mothafucking mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too, Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
"If your havin girl problems,i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one"
quote:Eminem ft. Obie Trice & 50 Cent - Love meThere's a certain mystique when I speak,
that you notice that's sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, I'm strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,
it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
for you to play me, it's cockamanie,
you just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kit an' kaboodle,
I'm just brutal. It's no rumour, I'm numero-uno, assume it,
there's no humour in it no more, you know
I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me bitch
quote:Terwijl jij bezig was leven, ontnam je het mij,
Tijdens de urendurende strijksessies, ik was erbij,
Emancipatie, bh´s brand in de hell,
Maandelijkse menstruatie, 1 eindeloos spel,
Voordat ik losbrak uit de routine van t bestaan,
wist ik het wel zeker, ik wil op mijn eigen benen staan.
Geef mij de vrijheid, uitkering erbij,
Terwijl ik slaap werken jullie voor mij
Cos I was high when I wrote this, so suck, my dick
GE-NI-AAL ZEG IK JE
!Er zijn vele Cyber-Macs, maar die beginnen net.[haha]
Je wilt niet weten hoeveel nummers dat ik binnen heb.
Ik pimp het net van chicks in mijn wereldwijde spinnenweb.[uh huh]
Dit is de game voor players van dit milennium.
Fok een Bempie, alles wat ik nodig heb is een pentium. [yeah]
Ik heb de game uitgevonden, ik ben een fenomeen.
Menigeen wil advies over deze players game.[uh huh]
Ik kan niet alles zeggen, je snapt mijn logica.
Want dat is het geheim van de Cock met C O C K.[ha]
Ik ben smooth, slick, suave, mellow.
Voor mij vrijdag avond geen challenge maar chello. [haha]
Zet alles klaar dan hoef ik niet meer uit mijn stoel te komen.
Isaac Hayes, pimp shit, om in de mood te komen.
Begin smooth te flowen. Even typen nog. Zieker nog.
Voor ik het weet bone ik dit weekend nog.
(chorus)
Dit is voor alle homies, je chick is een schat, maar doe het nooit dan.
Wat wat wat wat doe je dan.
Dit is voor alle lady’s, je vriend doet veel maar nooit wat jij wil.
Wat wat wat wat doe je dan.
Ik weet het wel.
Wat wat wat wat doe je dan.
Ik zeg het snel.
Wat wat wat wat doe je dan.
Ik run het spel.
Wat wat wat wat doe je dan. (3x)
Deze game is geen joke kid dit doe je niet zomaar even.
Daarom wat tips voor jullie kids om te overleven.
Begin bij het begin. Tip nummer een.
Denk niet na over je openings line maar ga gewoon meteen.
Houd het simpel en doe gewoon hoe ik het doe.
Vraag hoe het gaat en eindig op sugar shorty of boo.
Als ze hapt ga dan naar tip nummer twee.
Doe jezelf niet beter voor dan je bent, anders tel je niet mee.
Dus lieg niet over 24 centimeter.
Want anders stuurt ze je naar huis je moet het zelf weten.
Maar chicks liegen ook dog ik haat ze.
Ik ben niet dik, ik ben niet dun maar gevuld op de juiste plaatsen.
De laatste die dat zei heb ik naar huis laten komen.
Hihihi, ik ben nou wel wat kilos aangekomen.
Tip nummer drie is voor me dogs in de pussytrap.
Zeg niet dat je vrij bent als je een dushi hebt.
Waarschijnlijk zeggen ze sorry ik moet je laten vallen.
Ik ben niet zo. Een dag later loop je haar te ballen.
Met tip vier had ik ook kunnen beginnen.
Zeg dat je blikt en je hebt je date binnen.
(chorus)
Ik heb het leven van een Cyber-Mac een beetje uitgeweid.
Gebruik mijn tijd , heb mijn werkgebied al snel uitgebreid.
Begon op TMF Chat maar hield het voor gezien.
Het leven van een mac is meer dan chicks van zeventien.
Van Ilse chat ging ik wereldwijd naar Yahoo.
Betaal mijn drankjes en nam de dames naar mijn ICQ.
Voor mij geen sex chat, ik ben niet down met cyberbonen.
Hoe voelt het als je met je monitor bent klaargekomen.
Ik heb het waargenomen. Kwam, zag en overwon.
Momenteel de bom is www punt ooooh punt com
Er zijn wat players op het net maar yo ik run het spel.
Clark Wallabee, vraag je vriendin ze heeft mijn nummer wel.
(chorus)
Ook erg goed, lijkt wel voor mij geschreven
quote:Beter zijn ze er niet.All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
etc etc
But it's still the proverbial sad clown of music, exploited by many, understood by few
J-Live - The Best Part
Damn, I hate this job
To work in this dump you gotta be a snob
Everybody gets on my nerves in this place
I think I'll take the afternoon off from the rat race
An exciting career
Don't amount to much but a pain in the rear
I bust my ass all day for a dollar
And then I go home and listen to the kids holler
Devoted spouse waitin' in the den
Wants to hit me upside the head with a rolling pin
Aaahhh, does that ring a bell?
A daily routine we all know well
I'm makin' more but enjoyin' it less
The good life's mainly causin' me stress
Making a change is difficult but
I gotta try to get out of this rut
But fear seems to be holdin' me back
Courage is the principle trait I lack
I gotta calm my nerves so I can think
I pour myself a nice stiff drink
And another, this is my usual mode
One for the money and ten for the road
Ah, now everything is clear:
I gotta get the hell out of here!
Yes, now my mission is plain
A Big Mac is calling my name
I gotta sample some of Ronald's cooking
So I raid my wifes purse when she's not looking
Pondering the wonderful thing called marriage
I accidentally back the car into a baby carriage
'Scuse me ma'am, I'd love to stay and chat
But watch where you're going next time you old bat
I hit the gas and zoom down the block
Leave 'er in the dust yellin' for the cops
Swervin' round a corner tryin' to steer
I get so excited I almost spill my beer
A neighbourhood dog is yappin' at my bumper
So I slam on the brakes and I hear a big thump
I jump the curb and land up on a lawn
Then I finish my beer and turn the radio on
Some idiot's goin' on about rehab
I grab a brew and yank on the pull tab
Here comes a little old lady with a shot gun
I put the pedal to the metal and she runs
Digging on my off-road driving power
I do a donut in a bed of flowers
Then I jerk the wheel a little too hard
The car rolls over and over on out of the yard
(Causin' much destruction)
(Act the fool)
I come to rest in the middle of the street
A bunch of empty beer cans rattlin' at my feet
Starin' in the window is a nosy little brat
I look him in the eyes and say "I meant to do that"
Then I notice my watch says I'm overdue
For my big appointment at the local drive through
I do a number on the accelerator
And I'm cuttin' in line about thirty seconds later
Whaddya think this is?
Some kinda joke?
Gimme 10 Big Macs and a small diet coke
I pull up to the window with my radio playin'
I grab the bag and leave without payin'
I weave down the road for a block
Jugglin' a beer and a a styrofoam box
I pull into a parking lot and kill the motor
Presently I notice a peculiar odour
A little black smoke is risin' from the hood
Somethings gonna happen and it's probably not good
I open the door grab my stuff and go
Just in time to watch the whole thing blow
The car explodes with a bang and a hiss
Oh boy, my wife is gonna really like this
I can't believe this is happenin' to me
This piece of junk's goin' back to the factory
This was a blatant attempt on my life
Everyone will fall for that
Except my wife
But wait a plan begins to emerge
I suddenly have an overwhelming urge
To spend the night in the great outdoors
My suburban lifestyle has become a bore
I'll build me a fire
And finish my burgers
What my wife don't know
Won't hurt her
I leave the scene of the unhappy event
Resolved to make the most of my predicament
A few yards away I feel better
I know! I'll write 'er a letter
Or better yet, a ransom demand
"Got your husband, send the money, understand?
Or else we'll send his head home in a jar
P.S: sorry 'bout the car"
Yeah, now that ought to really do the trick
I'll be gettin' off the hook and she'll be worried sick
But really, I'm gonna make it up to you honey
I'll buy you a new car with your own damn money
I walk a while into the sunset
A man, at peace with the world, you bet
Nothing can diminish my total enjoyment
Except when I pass my place of employment
Damn, I hate this job
To work in this dump you gotta be a snob
Everybody gets on my nerves in this place
I think I'll take the afternoon off
From the rat race
(Hard like a criminal)
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
The Game ft. Tony Yayo - Runnin'
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car
blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate
God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans
But (I'm runnin') like New York pedestrians
Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again
It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin
She fuckin my enemies inside my homeboys Benz
Now she beggin God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas
And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey
He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton
Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient
True story
quote:Banks is de beste van G-Unit denk ik.Op zondag 28 mei 2006 16:18 schreef dWc_RuffRyder het volgende:
'Cuz Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
I apply pressure to pussies
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love - In Da Club
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinnin'
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
quote:Vooral die laatste zin van Eminem[Announcer]
Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
After coming home from a hard day's work,
he walks in the door of his trailer park home
to find his wife in bed with another man(What the FUCK!).
[Dr. Dre]
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin..
[Eminem]
Fuck that shit! You just caught this bitch cheatin!
While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?!
Fuck slittin her throat, cut this bitches HEAD OFF!!!
[Dr. Dre]
Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit?
[Eminem]
What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!
quote:Op zondag 28 mei 2006 16:27 schreef Borkydude het volgende:
I apply pressure to pussies - If I Can't
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love - In Da Club
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me - Don't Push Me
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinnin' - Blood Hound
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head - Gunz Come Out
.quote:We hebben een kenner
Geef nog is wat aanraders...
quote:Wat voor aanraders? Rappers? Nummers?Op zondag 28 mei 2006 16:32 schreef Borkydude het volgende:
[..]
We hebben een kenner
Geef nog is wat aanraders...
.quote:Nummers.Op zondag 28 mei 2006 16:34 schreef dWc_RuffRyder het volgende:
[..]
Wat voor aanraders? Rappers? Nummers?
quote:De A-selecte nummers van m'n iPod natuurlijk
.quote:Netjes.Op zondag 28 mei 2006 16:39 schreef dWc_RuffRyder het volgende:
[..]
De A-selecte nummers van m'n iPod natuurlijk
Alleen, Ja Rule
http://seeklyrics.com/lyr(...)-With-the-Devil.html
quote:
. Ik kan d'r niets aan doen, maar ik vind die nummers best chill .quote:Dat is echt wackOp zondag 28 mei 2006 16:18 schreef dWc_RuffRyder het volgende:
'Cuz Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
.Mensen die 50 cent NIET dissen...
!quote: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
quote:Wack als woord sowiesoOp zondag 28 mei 2006 17:56 schreef Chriz2k het volgende:
[..]
Dat is echt wack
Mensen die 50 cent NIET dissen...
. Bovendien is 't gewoon een goede line, want de andere kant van een kussen is ook écht kouder .quote:Idd een van mijn fav lyricsOp zondag 28 mei 2006 16:47 schreef Jett het volgende:
Immortal technique - Dance with the devil.
Waarheid als een koe.
En 50
Def P. Osdorp Posse - Moordenaar
Chino Xl.
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
Big Pun & Fat Joe - Twinz
cause im a piece of shit it aint hard to fucking tell
it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies
god would probley have me on some real strict shit
no sleepin all day no geting my dick licked
hanging with the goodie goodies loungin in the paradise
fuck that shit i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life ive been considered as the worst
lying to my mother even stealin out her purse
crime after crime from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion
Biggie- Hold ya head
quote:Super nintendo, sega genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldnt picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two gs 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 its all...
quote:Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me huh?
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
And always wanted to live like just a fat one
Dr Dre feat. Snoop Dogg - Deep Cover ('92)
quote:Warren G feat. Nate Dogg - Regulate ('94)Creep with me as I crawl through the hood,
Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood
Kickin dust as I bust fuck peace
And, the mothafuckin drug police
You already know I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre, (whatup, Snoop) yo I got the feelin
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin
Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me
And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup nigga?
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop)
Six fo' five was the time on the clock,
When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot.
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up.
Oh here they come from the back and they laxed.
I'm checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up black?
Chill, lets hit a deal,
If it aint up to what you feel then grab your steel.
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip.
Cause you can save that shit. Guess what they told me?
'We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey,
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush,
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us. "
Hmmm, let me think about it
Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I shot
It:
'If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my gat pop'
Cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop
quote:It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume
some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone
Just hit the Eastside of the LBC
on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
all you skirts know what's up with 213
So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis
some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?"
some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck."
Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve
these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb
Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix
I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself
I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth
they took my rings, they took my rolex
I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down
They got guns to my head
I think I'm going down
I can't believe this happenin in my own town
If I had wings I could fly
let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
now they droppin and yellin
it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I laid all them busters down
I let my gat explode
now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode
if you want skirts sit back and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb
Now Nate got the freaks
and that's a known fact
before I got jacked I was on the same track
back up back up cause it's on
N A T E and me
the Warren to the G
Just like I thought
they were in the same spot
in need of some desperate help
the Nate Dogg and the G-child
were in need of something else
one of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "ooo I like your size."
she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice,
would ya let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell
the next stop is the Eastside Motel
I'm tweaking
into a whole new era
G-Funk
step to this
I dare ya
Funk
on a whole new level
the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
Chords
Strings
We brings
Melody
G-Funk
where rhythm is life
and life is rhythm
If you know like I know
you don't wanna step to this
It's the G-Funk era
funked out with a gangsta twist
if you smoke like I smoke
then you high like everyday
and if your ass is a buster
213 will regulate
Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper
automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta wit' ya
quote:Hit me!Op zaterdag 27 mei 2006 16:34 schreef TimoBasso het volgende:
Jay Z
"If your havin girl problems,i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one"
69#Chasin' a dream
Jay Z
"If your havin girl problems,i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one"
Kijk als je zo iets post dan heb je geen verstand van Rap behalve mischien die bagger die ze op TMF draaien.Niet alles wat zwart is en een rijmpje oplepelt is Rap.
De lyrics en t hele hele nr zijn gejat van Ice-T's cd Home Invasion-99 Problems (ft Brother Marquis)
je weet wel van de 2 live Crew.
Hier een greep uit t briljante nr:
I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there; hey, the one I'm gonna get
But yo but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet; I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve
I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass
And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back - that's why they stay with me
So if you havin girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one - hit it...
All-star jamerican yes the rap vet
Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet
Against the number one, holdin down the position
Crush the competition with the limited edition
Heavy caliber rhyme, shootin down ya peace sign
The war’s on for real, run grab ya shield
Yo meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal
[method man]
Style blazin, iron lung on this collaboration
Money for the takin I ain’t sweatin confrontation
With p.r.ah, we beez the mens of tomorrow
Master, license to kill, bringin the horror
To ya house like amityville, keepin it more than real
Niggas ain’t supposed to feel, hot nicks ya know the deal
If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggaz say
Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day
Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform to mister mef
See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress
Hot shit, in the song, got to get until it’s gone
Kids wanna get it on get smacked up and shit upon
Right til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me hunh?
Can’t we all just get along, in this modern babylon?
Dueling with my nemesis, layin down laws
Don’t start if you can’t finish it, I’m telling you pah!
Got the power of a meteor shower, comin down
On all ya cowards, trickin ya funds and sniffin powders
Here we come, straight from the slums, dynamic duo son
Ghost rider jonathan and soul brother number one
Chorus: repeat 2x (sampled and scratched by rock)
Sendin this one out.. to my man -> prodigy
Meth-tical -> meth pete rock
Half man, half amazin -> nas
Make it hot nigga! -> big pun
For you! knowhati’msayin? -> prodigy
[method man]
Leapin tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a round
Blastin out a forty pound, y’all niggaz fuck around
Take that and handle it, method man I get
Strong with titantic shit, that means abandon ship
Get a life and get a grip, there ain’t a problem that I can’t fix
Transmittin live from apocalypse
And the cho-co-late, boy wonder, my sidekick
Cowabunga, these evil doers days are numbered
We flexin like the x-men on rap veteran
That be’s no question, boy ya need protection son
I’m burnin up check the temperature
Ya fuckin wit the last emperor, iron lung dangerous son
For all who enter the, 36, deadliest chambers
For all the prejudiced, entertainers
There ain’t a damn thing you can tell us, bite ya tongue
I be the troublesome, don’t sleep niggaz is holdin son
[pete rock]
Pick em off form long range break em down to small change
A new york giant stand in front of ya ...
Squad, what up god, a million to one one odds
That you can’t stop this bullet
I’m like refrigerator perry rush right through it and just do it
So act like ya knew it, the mount vernon/shaolin fluid
The rap committee coming live
Through ya city, swing hard like ken griffey
Gain stats, now who’s next up to bat?
Knock em out the box, method man and pete rock
Celebrating victory, rap world remedy
Take a double dose deadly
Deadly kid.. yo!
C’mon! one two!
The numba one set and sound -> bdp
Meth-tical -> method
Pete rock, this one’s for the crew -> cl smooth
Half man, half amazin -> nas
One two! the numba one set and sound -> bdp
Meth-tical -> method on arrival
Pete rock, this one’s for the crew -> cl smooth
quote:Dat nr. ken ik niet, een of andere remix zekerOp maandag 29 mei 2006 15:14 schreef Killaht het volgende:
NAS - Get yourself a Gun
Anyway, Nas - Illmatic is een van de beste classic hiphop albums ever
Nas - The World is Yours ('94)
quote:NaS - N.Y. State of MindI sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the
margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
quote:My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
quote:Als je het tegen mij hebt; is van Pete Rock, CL Smooth en Method. Ik raad het nummer sterk aanOp maandag 29 mei 2006 15:37 schreef SPiDeY. het volgende:
Dat nr. ken ik niet, een of andere remix zeker
quote:Nee sorry, had de kwoot verneuktOp maandag 29 mei 2006 15:39 schreef Zuen het volgende:
[..]
Als je het tegen mij hebt; is van Pete Rock, CL Smooth en Method. Ik raad het nummer sterk aan
Ken het nr verder wel vaag geloof ik.
Ze zei goed en met jou
Ik zei met mij is alles flex
Het grappige was, ze keek een beetje haatdragend
Maar op hetzelfde moment zo zaadvragend
Extince blijft een held
quote:As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an amish like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows... fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699
We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
I’ve churned butter once or twice
Living in an amish paradise
It’s hard work and sacrifice
Living in an amish paradise
We sell quilts at a discount price
Living in an amish paradise
A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
’cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An amish with a ’tude?
You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree
I really look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired
There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like robinson caruso
It’s as primitive as can be
We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
We’re just plain and simple guys
Living in an amish paradise
There’s no time for sin and vice
Living in an amish paradise
We don’t fight, we all play nice
Living in an amish paradise
Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on monday, soon I’ll raise anutter
Think you’re really righteous?
Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million time as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie
We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
We’re all crazy mennonites
Living in an amish paradise
There’s no cops or traffic lights
Living in an amish paradise
But you’d probably think it bites
Living in an amish paradise
quote:Ik ga 'm vrijdag maar ff live checken denk ikOp maandag 29 mei 2006 15:44 schreef Zuen het volgende:
Ik vroeg hoe gaat het?
Ze zei goed en met jou
Ik zei met mij is alles flex
Het grappige was, ze keek een beetje haatdragend
Maar op hetzelfde moment zo zaadvragend
Extince blijft een held
quote:Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down
Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom
Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin'-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love 'em(?) as a tornado
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised (in the ghetto) I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto
Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef' her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin' in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin' out da top
Why would he?
Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down 'cause I'm hangin with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I'm backed and I'm trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won't turn informer.
quote:Deze versie is zo veel mooierOp maandag 29 mei 2006 15:47 schreef Zuen het volgende:
Er staat RAP lyrics. Post dan iig het echte nummer
quote:Respectloos
quote:Niet vreemd, als je Extince als held hebt.
quote:Ach, mijn held is het ook niet maar hij is gewoon grappig/origineel in zijn teksten met een leuke flow.Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:57 schreef Mr_Belvedere het volgende:
[..]
Niet vreemd, als je Extince als held hebt.
En lekker laidback brabants voor de verandering
'Tis geen wereldrapper, maar verdient het ook niet om tot op het bot afgekraakt te worden.Maar laten we er geen bash topic van maken, kom op met die lyrics
- Black Eyed Peas
"Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop
I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin the shop"
- Phife's reactie op de OP
quote:Hij is wel gewoon origineelOp maandag 29 mei 2006 16:10 schreef Killaht het volgende:
Extince is echt een kansloze gast, echt te TRIEST gewoon, een brabander met accent die tof gaat rappen etc.
. Inderdaad niet de beste maarja.quote:Immortal Technique -- Dance with the Devil
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever
quote:wake up frontin' like i ain't hung over
read the paper, discover that the Germans have annexed grover,
cookie, kermie, piggie and all the rest
there ain't a single domestically controlled muppet left
is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy? my coffee is cold
there is a bitter taste to my cinnamon roll
i venture forth into the bright american day
my neighbor Mister Hess says "wie gehts?" and waves, I hurry away
get in my chrysler (whew). oh the dismay!
someone's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys with Kraftwerk tapes
all right, I'm freaked out, i hope it's a joke
i hear the ominous industrial churn of a two-stroke
engine -- the benz on my left? the bug on my right?
mein gott! a fleet of six trabants encroaching behind!
At the wheel of the lead Trabi, a visage of fear!
red'n'yellow eyes, black gloves gripping the steer!
And it dawns upon me, what chance have I got?
it's KOMPRESSOR, and he's chosen for crushing, mc frontalot
RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUST
KOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSH
YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES
STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE
ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT
YOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT
But I don't wanna be crushed! Burried in fear! Left for töt!
Synthesizer might, tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!
Leave my car at the light and run, I make for the park
pursued by steel-toed jack-boots throwing sparks
as they march. And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth
[DU KANNST NICHT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK]
I'm dodging german shepherds playing frisbee with hippies,
making hair-pin turns like horror movie heroines and slipping
back on my feet, his breath on my neck
it smells of baked infants and fried cheese [SCHLECHT!!]
run! you'll surely suffer crushing if you sit still
hop the chain-link to the abandoned wienerschnitzel
What did I do to deserve this? What was my crime?
Was it because I sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time?
And I'm reviewing my life cowered under a grease trap
the bootslap stepping ever closer with its click-clack
now he's here... now he's crouching down...
jaws creak open, ants start pouring out
and just when my flesh is about to get devoured
I wake up screaming, wrapped in the sour
sweat-stained sheets, it takes a minute to get up
stumble to the table, read the paper, clear my head up
still hurts, whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for?
business section: EM.TV bought Jim Henson Corp.
quote:Suicidal Thoughts is het originele nummer, remix is een slap aftreksel. Al zeg ik het zelf.Op zondag 28 mei 2006 23:36 schreef Justsa00 het volgende:
When I die fuck it i wanna go to hell
cause im a piece of shit it aint hard to fucking tell
it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies
god would probley have me on some real strict shit
no sleepin all day no geting my dick licked
hanging with the goodie goodies loungin in the paradise
fuck that shit i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life ive been considered as the worst
lying to my mother even stealin out her purse
crime after crime from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion
Biggie- Hold ya head
En gast, Got Youself a Gun staat op Stillmatic, niet illmatic, het is een indirecte Jay-Z diss.
Ik sluit me aan bij Nas - The World is Yours, maar voeg er liever deze aan toe:
(Right..) (Right..)
Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria
[Nas]
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is givin me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) Aiyyo it's halftime
(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) Yeah, it's about halftime
This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel
[Nas]
It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In ya, stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparkin
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man
I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wild
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) Exhale, check it it's halftime
(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) It's real in the field
Word life, check it
[Nas]
I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
(Right..) It's still halftime
(Right..) To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime
(Right..) Ninety-two, it's halftime
(Right..) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost
Halftime..
[ Bericht 13% gewijzigd door Q-Tip op 31-05-2006 15:03:21 ]
quote: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
Maar om het nu de beste verse te noemen...
. Ik zie nu ook pas dat die tekst van half time vol fouten zit.
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I came back on that tragic, my phone rung
And Bizarres voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath
I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it
I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now its tearin me apart
But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart
Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious I hope ya'll
Understand how I'm feelin cos I love you bugz
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz
But I can't and you was so close to seein dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don't mistake this track, its just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
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quote:Dikgedrukt zijn mn favoriet. Geschiedenis van hiphop vergelijken met seizoenen vind ik wel sterk gedaan eigenlijk.Cunninlynguists - Seasons Lyrics
feat. Masta Ace
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
[Masta Ace]
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears
Yeah
[Deacon the Villian]
As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
'f**k The Police!!' jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
f**k Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination kept bee's colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride
The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide
Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that sh*t was beautiful
[Chorus]
'Seasons Change, mad things rearrange' - Lauryn Hill, 'How Many Mics'
'Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any order'-
Ladybug, '9th Wonder'
'Seasons Change, mad things rearrange' - Lauryn Hill, 'How Many Mics'
'Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em
See all them leaves must fall down' - Andre 3000, '13th Floor/Growing Old'
[Kno]
As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two
Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef
Assumed that the worst was over
Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October
The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it
Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce
Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot
Cause gettin signed ain't a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves
And artists themselves get treated like Elves
Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells
You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells
What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?
And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia
Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder
But it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo)
How we gonna start?
quote:Al gepost, check een paar pagina's terugOp woensdag 31 mei 2006 10:45 schreef PaRoDiUzZ het volgende:
ik denk dat ik de volgende wel een van de beste lyrics van de laatste paar jaar vind
[..]
En heel mooi nr inderdaad.
quote:CunninlynguistsOp woensdag 31 mei 2006 15:58 schreef nemesis4 het volgende:
Cunninglynguists ft. Masta Ace - Seasons
[..]
Dikgedrukt zijn mn favoriet. Geschiedenis van hiphop vergelijken met seizoenen vind ik wel sterk gedaan eigenlijk.
Vind "Mic like a Memory" en "Takin' the Loss" wel lekkere nummers van ze.
Cunninglynguists - Mic Like a Memory
quote:I sign his space's with time existant blare
I hold the mic like a memory
There was a time when I couldnt find energy
The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey
Ahh,Its like life was pinnin' me down
I used to gout on the town and get instantly clowend
You aint gonna be a rapper, you not a factor
You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor
Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive
Thats when the liquer and weed became a need
Self-esteem was about as low as ??
Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle's titties
Then as soon as I started geeting some pride
My sister high, druged, plain and died on ile 65
In a family full of pride, house full of tears
Spent many years with a blood stream of beers
Heart full of fears all ??, no cheers
Till the rhythem in my ears make my mind clear
Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm
And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs
Cant grow fond of past memories
Cos negetivity leeds the way to live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me
paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancies had me thinking that all
my enemies work into me
And I cant begin to see how to control the flash backs
And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at
Thought I was passed at
But it attemps to reoccur when I dont proceive wat I feel I deserve
being slurred by those not livin' in my position,
My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I'm kinda pissn'
And when I thought id risin', life freeze's the frame
So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain.
I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life
Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right
You know wat blasphermy's like, cursing the god
Cause you aint got shit it hurts and its hard
Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble
Was forced to play tarzan in this concrete jungle
Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze
Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day
For, alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame
sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter
Few friends even then, most hommies is fake
Feel like a prisoner in my home pencil my only escape
I went from the block with my fam, to collage exams
But the pressures still there
Dog, I'm still scared
But I know it will all be right in the end
As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen
[ Bericht 27% gewijzigd door SPiDeY. op 31-05-2006 17:40:32 ]
"Iedereen wil een broodje beef, ik zie het positief,
ik zie het zo, mijn flow maakt wat los,
maakt rappers boos en maakt m'n ma apetrots
Ik en mijn neven zijn elkaars coach als Aad de Mos
Deze vagebond gaat geen vaag verbond aan,
ik en mijn mannen hangen, die ken ik al jaren,
ze kennen me blaren, ze zien me rijms pennen op bladen
Ik kan het effe niet verder verklaren
Maar hier en nu zie rappers lekker tof doen,
met Eminem aspiraties, denken dat het normaal is,
dat het zo hoort en shit, ongehoorde shit,
volgend jaar zie je er vast een paar op Replay en Gorden shit
Blije MC's ze zijn mij te trendy,
onder die baggy zit volgens mij een panty
(...)
We bespreken die shit geven opofferingen
Ik schreef in werkpauzes op tafels met koffiekringen
Je ziet me nog steeds met twee benen op de grond,
we leven ongezond, geeft niet, we weten hoe het komt
We geven geen fok of althans vrij weinig, venijnig
Echte fans wanneer ik mijn hersens pijnig
En dat ik nog steeds af en toe vloeren reinig voor m'n werk
dat maakt me sterk, als zwarte koffie"
quote:Op maandag 29 mei 2006 16:10 schreef Killaht het volgende:
Extince is echt een kansloze gast, echt te TRIEST gewoon, een brabander met accent die tof gaat rappen etc.
De Exter - O - Naldus breekt de tent af!
[ Bericht 10% gewijzigd door DubzOne op 31-05-2006 20:07:57 ]
quote:owOp woensdag 31 mei 2006 17:24 schreef SPiDeY. het volgende:
[..]
Al gepost, check een paar pagina's terug
En heel mooi nr inderdaad.
, over heen gelezendeze vind ik ook mooi :
quote:Murs -- Walk Like A Man
[Verse 1 - MURS]
Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran
And I never say never but I mean hardly ever
And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever
If you don't know shit then you still know better
Human life is so precious it could never be measured
Have you ever had a load of it cock back the heat
Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street
Trigger off safety spacin an opportunity
These niggaz wanna waste me it ain't nothing new to me
Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus
Now I'm all punked up with a steroid trigger
Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz
Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it
What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it
Stupid (*echos*)
*different instrumental kicks in*
[Verse 2 - MURS]
It was a late night sunset me and him out
Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim
Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end
He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand
Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit
That's how we rolled on the scene
Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens
But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell
So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back
Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back
But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black
We roll up ask 'em where their party at
They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap
But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed
Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat
Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit
My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit
I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles
This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it
He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat
I put it in park jumped out to get his back
But as I did that, I heared two shots
I turned to my right and I see my dude drop
Time stopped, coudln't believe what I seen
I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist
Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace
I remember his face but what I remember most
Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close
And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus
But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
[Hook - MURS][2X]
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
*another different instrumental kicks in*
[Verse 3 - MURS]
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother
His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers
We said a few words faces covered with tears
How we missed him so much and we wished he was here
Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone
And we said our goodbyes and they all went home
I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone
I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him
Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen
How the homie named his newborn son after him
But as the sun went down the talk came to an end
So I said a quick prayer..amen
And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks
And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer
I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bound
That he had a freak that lived on that side of town
He always kept the heat just in case it went down
A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga-
Hey! Is that that nigga that...hey give me the motherfucking gun
Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it
Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp
I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass
Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself
I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth
He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime
Remember what you was doin' last year at this time
He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise
When I split his face with the Glock right before he could reply
He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek
The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
[Hook - MURS]
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted
Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it
quote:Vette Lyrics idd, de beat is ook vet!Op woensdag 31 mei 2006 15:58 schreef nemesis4 het volgende:
Cunninglynguists ft. Masta Ace - Seasons
Zelf niet echt een specifieke tekst, wel veel van Immortal Technique, Outerspace en dergelijke
quote:Attention!
At this moment you are now listenin to an Ice-T LP.
If you are offended by words like shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, ho,
cunt, dirty bitch, low motherfucker, nigga, hooker, slut, tran,
dirty low slut-tran-bitch-ho, nigga fuck shit, whatever...
Take the tape out NOW! This is NOT a pop album...
And by the way,
SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKIN DICK!
quote:Net wakker je weet wat ik bedoel gast
Droge mond met me bek kijk in de koelkast
Geen melk, maar nog wel 8.6
Het brood is oud maar me schoenen zijn vers
Oksel ruikt naar natte hond en shit
Droge mond en shit
Half leeg half liters op de grond en shit
Wat gaan we doen gek
De(…..?) dat is fur spring in me schoen gek de baas dat is fur
De baas dat is fur, vieze to the fur de baas dat is fur
Dus dat, buspas verlopen dus ik pas hem snel aan
van een drie naar en acht plak en knip een punt aan
Stap naar buiten en zie dat het weertje weer is doet
Jonge, hang zo hard het lijkt wel me beroep
Begin van het einde maar het einde is zoek
Klim de bus in met me vervalste abonemizzree
Keek chauffeur aan als what the fuck is er?
Koude klats achterin als heej wie is er
GeniaalWhat is crime an what is not, what is justice i think i forgot
Ice-T in een ver verleden, maar nog steeds actueel.
Denk daar maar 'es overna.
quote:Op zaterdag 3 juni 2006 13:45 schreef Uzumaki_Naruto het volgende:
merendeel alles van MF Doom!
quote:heb ze maar even binnen gehaald 'Will rap for Food' Wel relaxed en textueel wel phatOp woensdag 31 mei 2006 17:29 schreef SPiDeY. het volgende:
[..]
Cunninlynguists
Vind "Mic like a Memory" en "Takin' the Loss" wel lekkere nummers van ze.
Cunninglynguists - Mic Like a Memory
[..]
If I'd bust dance moves on you like Usher, Niggas'd say "50, that ain't gangsta, fuck you"
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
cuz G's dick would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Fuck U Man"As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard
Thinkin' how hard it was to those that starred
In the movies portrayin' the roles
Of butlers and maids slaves and hoes
Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized
When on the screen
Like a guess I figure you to play some jigaboo
On the plantation, what else can a nigger do
And Black women in this profession
As for playin' a lawyer, out of the question
For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term
Even if now she got a perm
So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee
Cause the roles being offered don't strike me
There's nothing that the Black man could use to earn
Burn Hollywood burn"
uit MF Doom-Tick, Tick...