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Re: Lines
ill spector - 12.11.2006, 17:23Lines
fieseste aller lines in a lifetime award:
cool jay : "i'm so bad i can suck my own dick"
:oops:
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koolkris - 12.11.2006, 21:54
You know that I'm dope, but can you accept it?
Chill Rob G - Ride the Rhythm
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ill spector - 13.11.2006, 03:03
auch schäbbich:
kool g rap : “chicks are on my dick like a human shishkebab“
aber gut :D
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ill spector - 13.11.2006, 18:30
sean price punchline galore top 10:
10. Ni**az be rhymin' bout nothing
I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something
9. Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo
Put down my pants, if she can let the brains blow
8. I love it when my bitch cook, come home
To a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't cook
7. Fight all day, fuck all night
Ruck ain't shit, but Ruck all right
6. You don't even make my dick hard no more
Gotta think about my ex to get erect
Gotta take X when I'm erect
Stretchmarks, titties lookin like prunes
Fuck you with the lights off from behind in da room
5. Yo... you kidding me duke
Walk around like that, you ain't strapped,
gimme ya loot
4. Fuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette
Play lame, acting ignorant
3. Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit
Smack the other half, after trial
2. Got big guns about the size of Mount St. Helen
soon as I punch a ni**a, be like 'Ouch, I'm tellin‘
1. shorty look good, nah she ugly but i'm drunk as hell
so fuck it shorty look good
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ill spector - 13.11.2006, 22:16
songs to commit suicide to top 3:
3. scarface-i'm dead
2. buc50-live no more
1. biggie-suicidal thoughts
Re: Lines
ill spector - 14.11.2006, 18:53
auch strange:
beanie sigel . "i taught you how to suck a dick" ?!
:roll:
aber super typ.
Re: Lines
ill spector - 15.11.2006, 16:21
ach ja und noch:
Overall I'm not with the swine dining
And glock a divine lining
Watch what you say or get popped to your spine rhyming
Go toe to toe and get popped in your mind dying
Then i go cop a watch and then top it with fine diamonds
Go put my cock on top of your dime grinding
Know not to box with Rock you'll die trying
Go to the spot but the cops be like eyeing (damn)
Go get knocked for the crops and {dine reclining}
I don't talk about the coke i got
Most of the coke i got came from folks I shot
I don't give a fuck if you're blood or you loc a lot
Fuck with me you're head'll have an open top
I go to the Vatician with the most potent rocks
The most Columbian shit off the boat and blocks
Tell my man Illa Noyz come and tote the glock
While I give out samples hope the pope will cop
Yo Whap-bob-ba-baloo-lop
Bawhap-bam-boom
Cops got a few glocks and popped Amadou
Put your lighters up...
und ca. 5000 andere... P :!:
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Nasghul - 16.11.2006, 22:11
sehr schäbig:
Rugged man.... " I rip your cunts out with spoons"
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ill spector - 22.11.2006, 19:38
ingnorant as fuck:
kool keith : "you want freestyle?
suck my dick!!!"
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koolkris - 22.11.2006, 21:05
Savas
Fronte, doch ich lache nur wie Scooter!
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ill spector - 26.11.2006, 22:18
schäbbich hoch zehn.
odd squad : ... ' she told me she was on her period,
but i didnt wanna hear dat shit, so i said fukkit,
pull out my dick n stuck it, in her shit pit,
da place where nobody wanna go, da shit pit,
i mean her stanky bootyhole...'
uhhhh :o
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ill spector - 04.12.2006, 16:03
punchline at its finest:
edan: "i fart in my hand and touch your face"
:D
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Nasghul - 09.01.2007, 03:01
"...sind so heiss, spucken Magma, sind so dreisst, ladys platzt das Diafragma.."
Philmriz :x
Re: Lines
koolkris - 09.01.2007, 21:03
Masta Ace - Acknowledge
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back.
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Nasghul - 10.01.2007, 13:47
koolkris hat folgendes geschrieben: Masta Ace - Acknowledge
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back.
Dat bringt mich auf die Line von Smalltalk:
"Ihr seid nur kleine Fische ich schnapp zu wie'n Pelikan."
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Nasghul - 19.01.2007, 20:18
Inspectah Deck on "Protect ya neck":
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell raizer, raisin' hell with the flavour
Terrorize the Jam like troops in Pakistan
swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So...Tic Toc and keep tickin'
while i get ya flippin' off the shit that i'm kickin'
the lone Ranger, code red, Danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
the vandal, too hot to handle,
ya battle, you're sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campell
Roughneck Inspectah Deck's on the set
The rebel, i make more noise than Heavy Metal!
Dope!
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ill spector - 30.01.2007, 00:47
lord finesse:
"y'all ain't condoms, so what you're on my dick for"
good question!
Re: Lines
Nasghul - 01.02.2007, 20:03
Meth:
Now what clan you know with lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
N***z can't gel or i'm just too high to tell
put on ma gasoline boots and walk through hell...
Re: Lines
ill spector - 02.02.2007, 14:02
biggie:
-kick in the door part 1-
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
in tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The most shady ("Tell 'em!") Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard homecomin
with my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin
You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious
penis, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rhymes than "Great Adventure"
Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?")
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ill spector - 02.02.2007, 14:05
biggie:
-the what part 2-
Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
[I got more glocks and techs than you]
I make it hot [Nigga won't even stand next to you]
Nigga touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
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ill spector - 02.02.2007, 14:08
biggie:
-unbelievable part 3-
Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable
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ill spector - 02.02.2007, 14:09
biggie:
-ten crack commandments-
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh
Crack king, Frank Blizzard
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ill spector - 09.02.2007, 23:02
evidence -mr.slow flow-:
i smoke an 8th in a spliff
some say it's a problem
i say it's a gift
word up son!
Re: Lines
koolkris - 10.02.2007, 23:09
Jadakiss - Calmate Champ Is Here Mixtape
You better start using your head, and i can't name 10 hot rappers without including a dead.
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Nasghul - 11.02.2007, 12:47
koolkris hat folgendes geschrieben: Jadakiss - Calmate Champ Is Here Mixtape
You better start using your head, and i can't name 10 hot rappers without including a dead.
Hammergeile Line!! und leider sooo wahr.. :(
Re: Lines
ill spector - 13.02.2007, 14:20
klassische grand puba lines:
"i am the one that make their stinkbox wet"
"n you be happy like a faggot wita bag of dicks"
"you think you've farted when you've shitted"
sehr schön.das.
(ps.300.alter.)
Re: Lines
ill spector - 15.02.2007, 13:34
hier : MIND OF A LUNATIC
-einer der übelsten trax der historie-
(die ersten beiden bushwick parts)
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck
Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic
(He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic
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ill spector - 15.02.2007, 13:45
ist das noch rap oder schon satanismus?
(part 3&4 von scarface)
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I'm high
So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, Scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit
Cause here comes a lunatic
(Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)
My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "Brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny's on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch
A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick
I said, "Die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff's gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an example
I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember wakin up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets
No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic
now that's bad.
(kaysa mung anyone?)
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Reiner Putenfleisch - 02.03.2007, 13:02
R.A. the Rugged Man
Yes oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest you fess
I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee Wild West
Treach, 40, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh
I'm deaf, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef
Original, I don't bite
I don't need nobody to GhostWrite
Kool G Rap strike the Mic
I Recite the type of hype
That you like, I'm Sweetback
I'm Uptown Saturday Night
I'm Black Ceasar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite
I'm an Assassin rappin'
I'm Grand Wizard Theodore when he invented scratchin'
I'm Wu-Tang, Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy
Gamblin', Hustlin', like Smooth and Trigger be bitter, b
Bums diggety-diggety, Das
Literally, I'm Pun in the middle of Little Italy
Didn't do diddly, gettin' me
Listen to me
I'm all good, I'm hood
I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood
I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz
I'm ODB, I'm Headquarters
I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C
If I ain't better than B.I.G., I'm the closest
I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis
I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace
Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaata, Soul Sonic
I'm Dre, the Chronic
Melodic with logic Islamic
A poverty prophet
Economy robbery, cock it
I probably properly droppin'
It gotta be honesty
Opposite a novelty, rock it
I Herbie Hancock-it
I'm Onyx Throwin' Ya Gun
I'm Funky 4 + 1
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Nasghul - 02.03.2007, 14:28
Reiner Putenfleisch hat folgendes geschrieben: R.A. the Rugged Man
Yes oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest you fess
I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee Wild West
Treach, 40, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh
I'm deaf, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef
Original, I don't bite
I don't need nobody to GhostWrite
Kool G Rap strike the Mic
I Recite the type of hype
That you like, I'm Sweetback
I'm Uptown Saturday Night
I'm Black Ceasar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite
I'm an Assassin rappin'
I'm Grand Wizard Theodore when he invented scratchin'
I'm Wu-Tang, Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy
Gamblin', Hustlin', like Smooth and Trigger be bitter, b
Bums diggety-diggety, Das
Literally, I'm Pun in the middle of Little Italy
Didn't do diddly, gettin' me
Listen to me
I'm all good, I'm hood
I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood
I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz
I'm ODB, I'm Headquarters
I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C
If I ain't better than B.I.G., I'm the closest
I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis
I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace
Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaata, Soul Sonic
I'm Dre, the Chronic
Melodic with logic Islamic
A poverty prophet
Economy robbery, cock it
I probably properly droppin'
It gotta be honesty
Opposite a novelty, rock it
I Herbie Hancock-it
I'm Onyx Throwin' Ya Gun
I'm Funky 4 + 1
:!: :!: :!:
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ill spector - 02.03.2007, 15:30
now dat's fukkin hip hop right here.
his royal ruggedness. bangin.
der macht heut münster kaputt.
fight fight fight!
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Nasghul - 02.03.2007, 15:52
Braaaawl Braaaawl
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ill spector - 08.03.2007, 01:49
muttern is die beste.
auch die vom geistgesicht mörder.
even when she whipped him with a strap:
Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama
She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored
But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude
I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga food
Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason"
She whipped me hard when I finished eatin
and felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed
Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed
Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds
In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!)
Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats
Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceas
Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass
and bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash
That's back to back beatings
Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo...
word up!
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koolkris - 11.03.2007, 20:09
"I'll piss in your favourite jeans"
Sheek Louch irgendwo auf nem LOX Mixtape.
Gut und schlecht gleichzeitig.
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ill spector - 12.03.2007, 04:06
recht hasse...
sheek louch is dope.
ich zitiere beanie:
the yellow ice in my watch
looks like frozen piss.
easy.
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koolkris - 31.03.2007, 20:50
Ice Cube - Child Support
I'm the father of this gangsta shit,
never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids!
P.S. Übrigens aus dem Mixtape "Cali Untouchable Radio 11" (auch auf dem Album), welches ich wämstens zum Kauf empfehle! Bin seit neuestem wieder Cube Fan!
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ill spector - 01.04.2007, 10:13
jay z:
You 'bout to witness the most intelligent ignorant shit
you gonna hear in the miserable life that you livin; I hope that ya diggin it
I ain't no dif-fer-ent from any nigga livin in the hood
whose attitude is "I wish a nigga would"
Your fam might as well kiss you goodbye, they'll miss you for good
No more Mr. Nice Guy, listen to the hook
PUT IT IN THE AIR! Homey I'll put you in the air
Feel the fury of a feather trigger nigga if you near
The I gets sparked, Allah-u Akbar
can't even save you I will break you what you high on puff?
I kill niggaz with my own thoughts
Yeah I'm guilty as charged, nigga it's my own fault
Homey you walkin through hell with nylon socks, my nine pon cock
I'll make you wind up in the basement with DJ Satan
Your boy got the crown nigga, my replacement ain't been born yet
Y'all realize this ain't a song yet?
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ill spector - 06.04.2007, 00:03
-ganksta nip- alter
was besinnliches für die feiertage:
Sick in the head, bloodshed in a ant bed
You want a new leg? Give me some needle and thread
So I can sew you one - 'cause I'm in it to win it
My horoscope said I'ma die in 20 minutes
Ganksta N-I-P - I'm worse than Freddie
You can't kill me 'cause I'm dead already
Egypt E is the motherfucking shrink(Damn right!)
After 12 o'clock my blood turns hot pink
Nah, you weak-ass hoes can't [???]
A thousand dead cut-up elephants in my luggage
Fuck with a psycho, you end up dead
Those who didn't live, drowned in a turtle's head
A twelve gauge is my only protection
Every bullet shot has a different infection
Woke up this morning with a dead dog on me
So I thought, "Huh - baloney!"
If a nigga run up I don't care if he pushes
Fuck around and find his ass somewhere dead in some sticker bushes
Mess with N-I-P you must be tired of livin
Cut off your head - mmm, Thanksgiving
If you wanna live, your ass better beg
People say I'm crazy 'cause I go with a cow's leg
Don't run up - 'cause I kick like Bruce
I wanna and I'm gonna trade heads with a moose
Ganksta N-I-P with the psycho voice
Some say I'm insane 'cause I married a dead horse
It's Christmas time - Happy New Year G
A dead pig's head makes a good-ass Christmas tree
Kill a nigga for a measly-ass nickel
Frozen blood on a stick, equals strawberry popsicles
Fuck up and watch your Black neck bend
Dead men, making rounds cutting throats with a violin
I ain't gon' lie I feel like killin' my niece
A bird's leg woke up dead with his head in some fish grease
Ten died yesterday, ten just died
Ten died today - now this football's on layaway
You said I was weak, yeah, point blank told me
Tied a needle to my dick then my grandmother rode me
It ain't another nigga in this world can match this
I feel like swimmin' in rat piss
Fuck with N-I-P - I ain't no actor
My twelve daughters died from talking shit to a tractor
I'm getting pissed from the blood I threw up
Barely snapped my fingers and Jupiter blew up!
Hoes, they love me, they say I'm a pleaser
I woke up dead in a cat's leg screaming "Caesar!"
Quick to break your motherfuckin' spine
A dead goat got pregnant and said it was mine
Ganksta N-I-P - I'm down with the Mob
Cuttin' off heads was my last year's Summer job
Blame it on TV - then put it on the map
This is a horror movie rap
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ill spector - 19.04.2007, 08:44
drop from the sky n hit da ground runnin'
chill rob g - let the words flow-
I'm dope, face it, shoot it, freebase it
Pour it in a glass, drink it, chase it
Then chill, flex ,feel the full effect
The impact is similar to a train wreck
It's wack to me when the beat is more hype than the MC
Cause what he's sayin is empty
Dull, void, without substance or content
You need to slow your speed, stop the nonsense
These are words of the rising sun surprising some
Who thought I was just another hum-drum
Average type non-mc
Who found a mic
And thought he was hype
Nah, that's not me
I'll take a page, write a phrase, then rephrase it
Treat it like a national flag and upraise it
So a nation of people can feel proud
About a brother who speaks out real loud
I'm here to rock the show
Clock the dough
And let the words flow
Flow
Flow
Flow
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ill spector - 29.04.2007, 23:44
doom - accordion
Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
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ill spector - 14.05.2007, 21:43
classic lines from da god.
I got a question -- it's serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer
hyper as a heart attack, nobody smilin
Cause you're expressin, the rhyme that I'm stylin
This is what we all sit down to write
You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite
Use pieces and bits of all my hip-hop hits
Get the style down pat, then it's time to switch
Put my tape on pause, and add some more to yours
Then you figured, you're ready for the neighborhood chores
A E-M-C-E-E don't even try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me
So when you see me come up, freeze
Or you'll be one of those seven MC's
They think that I'm a new jack, but only if they knew that
they who think wrong are they who can't do that
style that I'm doin, they might ruin
Patterns of paragraphs, based on you and
your offbeat DJ, if anything he play
sound familiar, I'll wait 'til E. say
"Play 'em," so I'ma have to diss and bro
you can get a smack for this, I ain't no joke
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ill spector - 22.05.2007, 01:47
joell ortiz - hip hop -
real talk. hammer track.
yo - do me favor - accidently
step on your white sunglasses
we don't wear those over here
- this is hip hop
this is carharrt jackets
timberland boots unlaced
this is champion hoodies
chicken wings and french fries
r.i.p. pieces on a handball court
this is us still fighting police brutality
- this is hip hop
I ain't tryin' to bring New York back,
I'm just a breath of fresh air,That good ole' New York rap,
Slick talk to the track,C'mon who brought that,
To the game,Graffiti all on the train,Get up your name,
I don't feel how I used to feel,I'm in my 20's,
So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills,
In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape,
The Rob Lowe's is crazy,The duhops greatest,
Hip Hop,And yes I'm a fan first
If you from the south and you snap til' your hands hurt,
If you from the west W's in the air,
If you from the east coast act like you from here
The good ole' 2 step,The classic head nod,
The thirsty ice grills,Who wants to get robbed?
That was the energy in the club,
On the real, that was the energy that I loved,
Aww, man, this is,(Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of(Hip Hop)
I wake up(Hip Hop)
Go to sleep(Hip Hop)
Dream bout(Hip Hop)
Cause I am(Hip Hop)
Aww, man, this is,(Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of(Hip Hop)
I wake up(Hip Hop)
Go to sleep(Hip Hop)
Dream bout(Hip Hop)
Cause I am(Hip Hop)
I ain't tryin make you dance I just rip beats,
But the soul in my voice give you quick feet,
I don't know what it's like to not dig deep,
When I'm holdin' this mic,I don't just beat pip squeeks,
The tides come in and the earth shakes,
200 mph wind I'm your worst fate,
Birthdate, July 6,1980,
How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy,
Awww, man, I gotta think the lord,
Cause with this pen in my hand,I don't think that hard,
It just happens,Wrist action classic in the making,
I kick back, and just laugh I'm happy that I'm amazing,
Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty,
Now understand why me and this music gotta be,
It's something that's inside of me,
And I can't shake it,So I embrace it,
And let ya'll taste it
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ill spector - 06.06.2007, 13:42
und hier nochmal der text zu dem
fantastischem anti-lovesong vom
übertypen DEVIN :
I've been waitin' to tell you this for oh-so-long
And these feelings I have deserves to be in a song
I wish I could just squeeze you 'til you was out of breath
Grab you by your neck and choke you half to death
Wish I could kick you in your ass without going to jail
Or lock you in a trunk without creating a smell
If only for one night, I could take you by your hand
And cut that ho off, while it's still in the heart of a man
If we could sail across the sea, just you and me, in a boat
I'd throw your ass overboard and just look at you float
I'll glue your eyes wide open, have you roped in the kitchen
Take a picture of my nuts, so you can see what 'cha missin'!
Take a walk on the beach, bury your body with sand
And keep packin' and packin' until you couldn't withstand
Get a hotel suite, 20 stories above and chunk you out the window
See you fly like a dove
Just because...
Just because of what loves does
Just because of what loves does
If I could only come up to yo' job and shout, "Where's my bitch?"
Kick your boss in his ribs and tell him, "Fuck you! She quit!"
I'll sweep your off your feet with a box of chocolates
But watch it – 'cause it's really balled-up hog shit!
I reach for your feet, or something that I could rope up
Tie to you to a motorcycle, start jumpin' ramps, doin' donuts
I'll take you climbin' to the mountaintop
Trip you and watch you drop from rock to rock
Only you can make me feel this way, mayne – there's no other
But you had to find another lover or whatever
And I really wish you happiness, I hope it work out
So y'all can get a crib together, so I can blow up your house
I put my ring in your mouth, I put my foot in his rectum
Ain't hatin', but if he's takin 'from me, I ain't gonna' respect 'im
And as far as you – If I could, I would love
To strangle your motherfuckin' ass, just because
Just because...
HAHA!
Re: Lines
Nasghul - 07.06.2007, 15:07
[quote="ill spector"]und hier nochmal der text zu dem
fantastischem anti-lovesong vom
übertypen DEVIN :
I've been waitin' to tell you this for oh-so-long
And these feelings I have deserves to be in a song
I wish I could just squeeze you 'til you was out of breath
Grab you by your neck and choke you half to death
Wish I could kick you in your ass without going to jail
Or lock you in a trunk without creating a smell
If only for one night, I could take you by your hand
And cut that ho off, while it's still in the heart of a man
If we could sail across the sea, just you and me, in a boat
I'd throw your ass overboard and just look at you float
I'll glue your eyes wide open, have you roped in the kitchen
Take a picture of my nuts, so you can see what 'cha missin'!
Take a walk on the beach, bury your body with sand
And keep packin' and packin' until you couldn't withstand
Get a hotel suite, 20 stories above and chunk you out the window
See you fly like a dove
Just because...
Just because of what loves does
Just because of what loves does
If I could only come up to yo' job and shout, "Where's my bitch?"
Kick your boss in his ribs and tell him, "Fuck you! She quit!"
I'll sweep your off your feet with a box of chocolates
But watch it – 'cause it's really balled-up hog shit!
I reach for your feet, or something that I could rope up
Tie to you to a motorcycle, start jumpin' ramps, doin' donuts
I'll take you climbin' to the mountaintop
Trip you and watch you drop from rock to rock
Only you can make me feel this way, mayne – there's no other
But you had to find another lover or whatever
And I really wish you happiness, I hope it work out
So y'all can get a crib together, so I can blow up your house
I put my ring in your mouth, I put my foot in his rectum
Ain't hatin', but if he's takin 'from me, I ain't gonna' respect 'im
And as far as you – If I could, I would love
To strangle your motherfuckin' ass, just because
Just because...
HAHA![/quote
Hammergeil! Der Text kommt nochma doppelt so geil, wenn man hört wie smooth er den in dem Song vorträgt... 8)
Re: Lines
ill spector - 12.06.2007, 03:42
schon die alte sean p lines beweisen
das der typ technisch alles wegsägt.
UNDASTAND :
Heltah Skeltah start stormin
Ya up for dreamin it's mornin, I'm warnin
People who jeal my name ring bells like a doorman
A warrant, for the arrest of a militant menace
Who serve heads like tennis with words that diminish
bust the scrimmage, I call the high post play
Dish off to the center fo' da quick lay
Slay, anybody come in my lane
Gets blown out the frame by the Flipster and lames, look
Who is this gettin swift with this pugilist
equipped with the lyrical gift to flip scripts
People duck sick (what?) don't wanna touch with that ruff [shit]
that Ruck kick, break boys bones like Roy Jones
decoys roam, but they can't mess with my people
Hey you stepped to the Ruckus recognize that I be lethal
My gats spits at wack [niggaz] blacks get, tactics
Make it hard for any infiltrator to attack this
Undastand in the midst of utter confusion I got sumpin for stars
Frontin in cars and bars when I lace you with my gym star
Recognize real never the rap that's rungy
But my (pow) make yo' [shit] snap like bungee
Once we, unite, like I'm Martin Luther
I'm startin to shoot the people messin wit my future
So who's the, wiggy that wanna test me and address me
Just to try an impress me them people come and stress me...
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ill spector - 12.06.2007, 03:43
und rock(ness monster) is auch super.
here we come:
You asked for it who want beef well here's war
For this I packs with automatic four-fours
Fuck what you heard don't even speak bout my fleet
Many pop shit but bitch when dem see me
Rock out of the realms of dark in BuckTown
Me and Ruck we don't, give a, wiggy what now (wiggy what now)
I wonder, if heads are ready or are they butter
Ain't near one of y'all bitch niggaz tough
You can get your clans, posses, clicks bring the strategy
we starts mad ruckus and rock domes while we got a G
My soldiers gone psycho let the madness begin (let it begin)
Enter the square if you dare bring a friend
We-a snipe ya, we see in the dark like an owl
So we prowl understand the plan is operation lockdown
Chop rice and slice that punk shit you rapid G
Drugs jewels and versacci niggaz need therapy
Enter the great unknown, nocturnal images of
Sparsky and Dutch the power forward and the center (whatever)
Needless to mention, this means war
So with the help of my twin shark and boot camp
I declare Heltah Skeltah
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karel pott - 25.11.2007, 22:59
he bring's his worst lyrics to a gunfight...
some of my favourite reggie noble lines.
it's FUNKORAMA bitches :
We, hah!
This is Funk Doctor Spock!
As we look, at our clocks
We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey
to the Darkside
Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life
My funk prognosis make my brains come uncoast
One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your nose
I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed
For this, you need a journalist scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical
I blow the spot up in any hood or boondox
Make the bully of the block move and get new locks
Now who kicks that phenomical astronomical? Uhh
That's my nine in you, feelin nauseous that's my rhyme in you
I swing funk like numchuks my game's death
That's cool when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get more higher than Cheech
My funk speech make words wear sun visors
I'm gettin down with the funk in your trunk
Def Squad's in the house, with the ... for all you punks
"Coming down the block man loud as fuck
You would swear Redman was inside the trunk" -- Q-Tip
(repeat 4X)
Ahhh, I'm just as high as three peeled up motherfuckers
Def Squad's in the house, with the ... for you suckers
Punks, y'all chumps, I blew the frame once twice
I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a gunfight
The top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's topped
I'm off the meter, I make computer's catch amenesia
I'm swifter than roller blades on Icecapades
I'm Fearless like Four plus I'm cool like braids
My grammar, slam from here to York, Alabama
I never pull my pants up, I'm nutty like Planters
My style gets Death like Row or Def like Jeff
Def like Jam or Squad, or death like Meth
One two! Big up to my niggaz on one deuce
That cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in...
rrrrrah! With weed for you!
Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?
I'm cause the ruckus, my area is fucked up
You better off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers
Cause Redman will bomb just like Sadaam
When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose
Heavily armed
"Coming down the block man, loud as fuck
You would swear Redman was inside the trunk" -- Q-Tip
(repeat 4X)
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ill spector - 04.01.2008, 00:39
ne schande das der track es nich auf' album
geschafft hat. sampleclearanceshit.
hammerteil. alle dabei. topparts.
-WATCH YA MOUTH-
[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
It's just rules with beats - you clown niggaz can't rule the streets
We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East
Taking over the block!
{*continuously scratched*} "From the gate now!"
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you clown niggaz can't rule the streets
We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East
Taking over the block, you can't fuck with the block!
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero
They lookin for me, what the fuck you behind me for?
Stressing everything I breathe on
I'm from the boulevard where niggaz get jacked and peed on
Whatever homey, we more lavish
I might sneak you in the crib, see my lasers and glasses
Try to get my come up on
Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my "come up" arm on
Cartier called me up, robbery here
We got your seed in the back of the Beemer starving
We like lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge
in my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber
I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny
Coughing out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me
I write with only insane Malkovich
My troops gave me money to clown with them, fuck it
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[Masta Killa]
My first gun was a .32, back before uh!
Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine
I prefer the fo' five, stay alive
Techs held the crack gank in '88
8 oz. straight from Florida, the best temp
Camouflage vest, repping the set
Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad
We up at Spain with that thing thing, my crew strong
We take no search for your party dunn, you know how I run
Spray places, cover faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fuck out
Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja
I injure, any motherfuckin contender
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[Method Man]
Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up
All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up
Niggaz know where to find us, settin the grind up
Police checkin them pies up, my rims are shined up
Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up
Plottin niggaz demise up, boxed in conduct
Scratch we got 'em sized up, and when the East is in the house
You, you, you, you, you...
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[Ghostface Killah]
On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose
Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly
Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em
We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em
In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it
House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams
Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it like Sam Montana
Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[Inspectah Deck]
This is boulevard hard, lounging in your black car
Camouflage rat guard on "Stomp the Yard"
I-N-S spit monster bars, flip long regards
My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds
I get it in like Tim off the glass
Slamming my name, I'm like the prez, sending men off to blast
What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash
I'm so Wu, so new that I ain't ripped off the tags
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[U-God]
RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose
I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus
Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood
All I need's a good burner, nocturna
Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk
Rack rooms full of goons with bullet wound birthmarks
From the first spark, you heard my response
(Wu-Tang!) More results talkin 'bout whole crew's mission just lost
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[RZA]
Out the beehive, you dip and you dive
But you still can't survive, you can't see past five
Check the outlook, this is not in the book
You bein dragged across the floor while your 'dro in my hook
Lyrical joust, found all the deal off the books
Steve Rif gave the nod to Universal, good look
Still spit poison venom, Red Monkey and Wu dem
Have any dudes seen the condos? It's all 'em
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
[GZA]
Put my +clan in da front+, +reunite+ 'em
Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't invite 'em
No beef, less talk and more action
We parole as a whole, we'll send you back in fractions
Break through fanatic, low crates deep in attics
The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped with static
I scrolled through the menu then rolled to the venue
The dress code is armor all, put a hole up in him
(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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ill spector - 24.06.2008, 12:34
fuck da world top 3:
3. meth : 'fuck da world, don't ask me for shit'
2. sean p : 'fuck da world, stick my dick in the dirt'
1. ras kass : 'when I die, bury me bucked naked, face down in the grass,
so I can fuck da world while y'all kiss my ass'
WORD UP!!!
Re: Lines
karel pott - 04.09.2008, 12:51
hook des jahres :
phil is wirr und redet mist...
die punchlines sind pädophil denn sie penetrieren miese kids
der illtis kommt - besorgts euch bitches und bambinos
getz setzt es was so wie ne transe im casino.
(der ILLTIS 08)
Re: Lines
püttologe - 03.12.2008, 02:22
have ever heard of sean?
yeah but i prefer my uncle murder songs!
(sean p)
Re: Lines
püttologe - 26.02.2009, 22:02
tame 1: lupe kick push, i pick kush...
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ill spector - 05.03.2009, 19:52
das is die antithese zu wack ich bring prothesenrap.
kids ich mach euch beine geht besser getz.
(der illtis is der übermensch ihr seid
gehandicapt...draussen für 09)
easy.
Re: Lines
püttologe - 27.03.2009, 02:13
clipse-the coke that i push is pure as a childs heart
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püttologe - 02.05.2009, 12:27
in reminiszenz an den geilen gig und das prachtwetter
hier der text zu einem von devins besten songs:
Hallelujah can tell this
Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed
Because shit to each's own and each owns voice
You can be stealin killin or chillen whateva your choice
Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it
Life if how you live it
I grab tha mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise)
Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick
Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick
I go on a quick mission to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in tha morning and I have weed still and I chill
With tha brothas sippin coffee
Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me
You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone
So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just
(Chorus)
Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just)
Say what tha fuck you wanna say
What did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you wanna do
Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um
They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um
Put they hands on ya life like a remote control
Have you travelin down tha same bumpy tore up road
Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side
And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide
There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide
Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just
(Chorus)
And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow
But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow
And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend
Go get sumthin for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin
Is it a sin? I 'ont (don't) know
What X and O's in this game
Tryin to survive, tryin to get high, tryin to get by and stay alive
So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit
But wait until ya eighty and start sayin what you couldda did
But what did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you wanna do
Re: Lines
püttologe - 01.06.2009, 07:30
klassisch...
Was? was? was? was...
Was viele nicht wissen, Westberlin ist
eine Real Geisterstadt. In deinem Kopf
spukt dein grösster Feind, deine Dummheit.
Wie willst du mich mit deinem Unwissen
dissen? >was...deine sind ein wunder Punkt. Meine Punchlines fesseln
dich wie die Ketten... der Sklaverei. Nigger du bist nicht frei
du bist frei...Wild. Du bitest wie ein Pappagei, dein Papa ist
ein Weichei. Du bist wie ein Ei, deine Schale ist relativ stabil
aber wenn dein Label dich fallen lässt läufst du aus. Ich laufe aus
wie ein Schlachtschiff und bombadiere die Nordküsste, MCs haben
Hühnerbrüste. Nigger ich bin TAK47, der Inbegriff von
BattleRap. Bitch, Bitch, Bitch dreimal Bitch ergibt ein Biatch.
Re: Lines
püttologe - 19.06.2009, 18:07
...und es wird dunkel als hätte ich das licht verschluckt (smalltalk)
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püttologe - 28.06.2009, 15:54
...ich seh arschtreten als wissenschaft - quantenphysik.(philmriz)
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püttologe - 23.07.2009, 22:52
lin que - let it fall (best female track ever)
Now we got clowns, then I throw em down in instant replay
When I'm heated up I speed it up like a freeway
Your DJ, is coming, summon your creator
The life fader, complex to me like alpha beta
Collectin data, you're gonna need it to defeat me
Some tried to sweep me off my feet, they must be sleepy
You're gonna have to bring it stronger than that
I'm on to your rap, and damn not the cornier crap
So chill before blood spills under the victim
My verse'll pimp all, and it'll kill when I say sick em
See I can vic em bout a crowd of a million
The villain, illin, not only here to make a killin
You're under pressure off the hardcore texture
The wrecker, will hear my steps when I come to get ya
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püttologe - 11.08.2009, 06:18
mop feat.g rap - stick 2 ya gunz
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B Boy
Watch out for Jake snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p noid
Everyday's a new game we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this +Downtown Swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
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püttologe - 09.09.2009, 14:22
kimbo price:
“You do Coach bags, I do kush bags, you a douchebag, I’m the truth fag/share greedy, ya’ll niggas get scared easy, queer like multiple pairs of Air Yeezys”
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püttologe - 22.09.2009, 10:45
un pacino:
my money take the retard bus, i got dumb cash.
und
i sell dirt mc girt , yeah they like it raw.
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püttologe - 07.10.2009, 10:36
sean p:
i don't kick ass i'll put my ankle in it.
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püttologe - 03.11.2009, 18:17
kimbo price quotables (little selection)
Abdul Jabbar vs. Mugsy Malone[sic] you
I don’t know what that means
but you know what I mean when I told you
I smack planes off a building, I’m a fucking ape
my last LP, I wore a fucking cape
your last LP, you wore a fucking…wait
it never dropped, you was never hot
me and Rock ready, but they ain’t ready Rock
Sean do it stupid, the kuf or the conduit
cut a cop ear off he bleed when he Bluetoothin’
fuck the colorful tight shit
Meshell Ndegeocello, hello, loveable dyke shit
I smoke a doobie with the Rascals
hardcore boom, no room for Lupe Fiascos
don’t rhyme for robots, rap for mo’ guap
my stock rising, so I ride with the 4 cocked
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püttologe - 17.11.2009, 01:17
kool genius of rap.rikers island:
Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
You do the crime, you're payin the price
Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest
Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you
Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue
Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
with a real nice device that's called a sock lock
Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn
They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
Posses will devour, punks with power
After the shower it's, rush hour
So watch your back before you get sacked
These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack
If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n
Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
C-74, adolescents at war
Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage
All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage
If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef
And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth
Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God
Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared
(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary
He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump
Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame
And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock
You might be coolin, you might be stylin
But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo
Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo
But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing
Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing
The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile
Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island
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püttologe - 26.11.2009, 13:55
prodigy: my ni**as got lungs when we smoke shit goes only round once.
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püttologe - 03.12.2009, 01:45
illmobb: das hier is wie bauchfleischgrilln, getz gibbet schwarte.
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püttologe - 21.12.2009, 19:57
kolle: deutschrap ist ein lama haufen wie kamelexkremente.
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püttologe - 31.12.2009, 02:45
i'm sean price and you not.
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püttologe - 11.01.2010, 18:21
nochma aus gegebenem anlass...
Uncommon Valor (A Vietnam Story)
True story…
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I’m able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin’ and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain’t no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that’s a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin’, all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man’s dream
I don’t want to go home, where I’m just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won’t miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I’m in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I’ve ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It’s heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain’t no sweat, I’m told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend’s intestines
Pray to the one above, It’s raining and I’m covered in mud
I think I’m dying, I feel dizzy, I’m losing blood
I see my childhood, I’m back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, surprised I’m alive
I’m in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain’t escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegic, microcephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died, he ain’t live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life: God take, God give.
R.I.P. STAFF SGT. JOHN A. THORBURN
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püttologe - 31.01.2010, 14:04
Yo, you're lying
He's lying.. and she's lying
My man over there he's lying
You know what? You're building up a bunch of lies
Straight lies
You got mad guns? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got eleven cars? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the block scared? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a bugged thug? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You doin jail time? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the newest Benz? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the girls ready? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You movin big weight? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You cook in steel pots? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You goin on Soul Train? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You cashin royalties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You did a video? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You smackin everybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You closin all deals? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you manage people? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a movie star? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work with Warner Brothers? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You down with Jamie Foxx? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a druglord? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You pay your mortgage? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You datin fine chicks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You travel solo kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You smackin anybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your own label? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you never lease? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say your record's hot? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You workin hard lady? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You like to clock work? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You at your brother's house? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You tour with Babyface? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You mix on Ni boards? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You talk to Aaron Hall? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You play for the Charlotte Hornets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You buyin a Rolls Royce? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got signin power? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You makin hit records? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say Zach's your cousin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You sellin Knicks tickets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You givin afterparties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You at the Superbowl? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You bought a mansion? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You think you hype rappin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you are the man? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Your mother thinks she's fly? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say...
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püttologe - 02.03.2010, 17:34
vom besten:
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo' bitch
I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick
When I see ya I'ma...
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püttologe - 09.03.2010, 23:03
i'll make my name taste like ass when you speak it...
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püttologe - 09.04.2010, 14:46
too short:
i be in dat same frame of mind sice i was nine.
u already know:
i'm crazy bitch i'll put a foot in a ass of a lazy bitch
BIAAAAAAATCH!
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püttologe - 04.06.2010, 10:24
devin - right now:
Once Upon the wings of love
I dashed up on the craft
wrinkled foreheads greet me, but I'm high therefore I laugh
attendants rush me, to check my bags
they said "hurry, cuz we 15 minutes behind
we have one seat left and its way in the back
it shouldnt be too hard to find, go sit down."
I said aiite bitch, but I said it kinda low
It won't no problem go towards the back I go
had a little weed on me didn't want it to show
some helicopter took my patna 3 months to grow
so, I slid to the rear to find my chair
Hey pretty girl is this my chair here?
the key Y) didn't even crack a smile
She smelt my black and Mild
she think I be actin wild
and she refused to move her purse
out the little little seat freak trying to get the dude to curse
wanted a nigga to rant and rave
just because of my color, thinkin I cant behave
I said, "Pardon me ma'am, excuse me miss
But there's no reason for you to be pissed
I done payed my dues, payed my bills and fees
Just wanna sit by the window here while I'm feeling the breeze" caise
(chorus)
Right now I feel so good that I
won't let nothin or nobody bring me down
cant wait until the pilot finally levitate
trying to find a way to feel just like this way everyday
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püttologe - 28.06.2010, 10:00
Hey baby
This the one Dr. Dooom
Still love you cause you ain't plastic
Makin them peanut butter sandwiches
Babies cryin, runnin around with dirty diapers
The way you used to make the Kool-Aid
with the weave all in your hair
Even some droppin down in my soup
I could excuse that..
It's Welfare Love, section eight! (4X)
Girl we been through a lot
Every season I used to bug you out on the couch
For different reasons, you thought I was crazy
Catchin a Greyhound bus down South
Collectin lightning bugs and bring a dead mouse in the house
Holdin a fortune with a jar of termites
I used to blast the Delphonics in a glowing room with black lights
Colt 45 had me sportin a wig like Billy Dee
I was a Melle Mel fan, always bumpin Run-D.M.C.
We stuck together when one of my parakeets died
You broke down and cried, for the love of animals
I used to always cut the legs off a roach
See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue
and give him a piece of toast
That morning, he would wake up and be gone
What, the insect had a ambulance?
As a little boy eatin ice cream in the cold project apartment
I used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poison
and say, "Y'all makin too much noise and.."
(Too much noise and.. oh, too much!)
It's Welfare Love, section eight! (4X)
Grabbing crackers out the 'fridgerator
I was a terrible masturbator
I was looking at Black Tail and Penthouse
since I was in a incubator
With Similak aimin my bottle at a fine nurse's ass-crack
It was a pleasure to collect ants
Havin em in my Billy the Kid pants
Allergic to chocolate, chewin Oreo's and I couldn't stop it
I remember the days when King Vitamin was in the supermarket
Kool-Aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpy
Don't believe in Santa Claus
They had a dope peacoat filled with mothballs
Lint everywhere, with UTZ chips livin deboinairre
Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase
I had Pro Keds with Lee suits
Always used to stare in your face
Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coop
Dressed up like Dracula
Eatin a slice of pizza on your stoop
Neighbors knew I was a nerdy
On the Bronx streets I was 7:30
Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill
(Hey baby, check this out)
It's Welfare Love, section eight! (4X)
Yeah..
You look so beautiful baby..
With your long hair..
The way you got it DONE..
Sewed in..
Babies walkin around cryin..
Food all over the floor..
The kitchen sink, messed up..
It's that old ghetto smell
in the house..
People comin over to borrow sugar
That's the way I like it
Cereal all over the floor
...
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püttologe - 17.08.2010, 19:20
classic back n forth...
[Trigga]
Uh, base your eyes on the guy
no kind of worries if I die
so pussy glide try
dangerfield steppin my way
bodies get creamated on a Friday the do or die way
your death threater, sender, head spinner
rap beginner, light dimmer
3 knockout count winner
your gun reacher, bustin shot teacher
your funeral service church preacher
your black hearse coffin seeker
The body polluter, the gat shooter
the Brownsville wild Brooklyn trooper
the cock D mountain mover
the face basher, the mista brain smasher
the ax waxer, the drug money stasher...
[Smoothe]
The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher
the human asthma breath taker
body dump waster
the glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper,
the shot popper, the jock cock glocker
The face splitter, human disgrace getter
the lady shitter, phone joneser
sneak over fuck your babysitter
The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator
the crack supplier, the human drug generator
The honey gamer, the chicken tricker
the slick the long dick pussy sticker
the ready to bust that ass kicker
The track manoeuvre, the box barrier
the off of the dome rapper
the c-74 ox carrier....
[Trigga]
The gun seller, the chest sweller
the stick up smack bank teller
the money-back dweller
The stitch provider, the guess rider
the clip inserter, bullet shooter experter
the man next to murder...
[Smoothe]
The ho disser, the cunt man, the I dont want clan
the stunt hitter in 34 days in a month man
the front man, the Brooklyn representer
the beat down center, the two brothers
the hottest niggas out this fuckin winter
[Trigga]
The girl cheaters, the beef ass beaters
the street sweep keeper, the body to concrete meeter
the blood skeeter
The weed smoker, the liver choker
the spot stop broker, the rugged picture poser
the card scrambler,
royal flush same suit brouke the gambler
nasty amateur damaged ya,
snatch masta without the camera
[Smoothe]
Camera, beer guzzeler
the slug to your mug tuzzeler
the drug juggeler, the crazy thug hustler
the Lexus wanter
the chain-ring and bracelet flaunterer
The chamber smoker
the mansion havin sauna soaker
The corner stander, the style crammer
take over spot block commander
the glock on cock handeler
The razor spitter
the fast dough casper getter
the transmitter, North Carolina vagina hitter...
[Trigga]
The Ac kicker, internal heart dark sticker
the red scope body hitter
here to hang wit Digga and a buddha niggas
The trigga happy, father gun call it papi
my gun blow out waves patterns to keep your hair nappy
The to death thinker, M.O.P. bell ringer
how about some hardcore fan singer
the jam swinger...
[Smoothe]
The Nautica wearer, the Karl Kani man
the missed to get jaked, the fly man
notorious ready to die man
the knower killer, the expert slinger
the white girl gang banger
the jesus"...................................."
the vital kicker, the drug dealer and title stripper
the idol flipper
the cross breaker and bible ripper....
[Trigga]
The black history driver
the racial thinker
The 9 to 9 to 5 offer the jaw sinker
The hell fighter, the revelation writer
the Egyptian spirit inviter
the black body bag tire
The money stasher, the shit crapper
the a-k-a club basher
my brother gotta record racker
The battle spinner
The grand prize winner
The life and death beginner
the 95 interstate highway to heaven sender
The coke cooker, the hook up on your hooker hooker
the 35cents short send my 25's over looker
The rap burner, the Ike the Tina Turner
ass whippin learner, the hitman, the money earner
The tologist without the derma
me and my little brother
The cock me back, bust me off nigga
The undercover
glock to your head pursuer
The Big Daddy Kane, Little Daddy Shane over doers
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püttologe - 02.12.2010, 17:44
bester porn rap aller zeiten vom gottvater des spuckens.
KOOL G RAP.TALK LIKE SEX...
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
i'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
fillin' all three holes just like bowlin',
Don't ask me what the price is,
but it's more than your battery-operated devices,
And I come fully equipped,
with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
you'll notice the sound of steady poundin',
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out,
i'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I'm not your ordinary player,
because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
not gentle when I stick 'em, huh,
I'll leave 'em lookin' like a rape victim,
any girl who steps to it,
Ends up gettin' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart,
i do a damn good job,
That's why -
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted,
no matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
you still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin' ya girl back spasms,
cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? Ya must be kiddin',
ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain't bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria,
cause I'ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl flinches,
but I got inches for all you lil' wenches,
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X,
An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
Some say that I'm nasty plus,
hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me,
Girl, you ain't too small,
cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all,
So if you're still confused when I'm screwin',
let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin',
Exploring your body like a biologist,
inventin' new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist,
while I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist,
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist,
stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist,
I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
and when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist,
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny,
far from corny, come and jump on me,
I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall,
i drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
the only thing missin' on my dick is a cape,
Let's get togetha, honey, ya never know what's next,
and I'ma talk like sex,
Rated XXX
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
Big girls try to squash me,
but I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me,
Hit the sack cause I ain't jokin',
cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin',
So ya betta hold on tight all right,
cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite,
A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
i'm probably related to Long Dong Silver,
But it gets gooder and gooder,
every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter,
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip,
cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip,
And it's a real freaky scene,
i'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine,
Why certainly I'm squirtin',
bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
Pushin' your head to the pillow,
and givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo,
A big ass gives me a hard-on,
but I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton,
Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety,
i'll fuck you on the "A" train while I write graffiti,
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven,
in a cab or the back of 7-11,
Whether you're white and the music you like is rock,
you can come and get some hip-hop cock,
Consider this dick on your clitoris,
but never try to flex, cause I'ma talk like sex.
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püttologe - 02.03.2011, 13:08
if life's a beach i wan't miami sand (thirstin howl)
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püttologe - 25.04.2011, 15:35
[Kool Keith]
Yes indeed one time
This is for all you stupid niggaz out there
talkin that dumb doo doo weak shit
We comin live and direct
Straight in your motherfuckin face with some pure raw shit
And we gon' get busy, like this:
It's been a while, since I seen a good street fight
A good fight, throwin fist to fist
Blow for blow, toe for toe, yeah
Put your gun down, and give a brother a fair fight
Smitty with a left jab, no AK
Automatic pistol, put it the hell away
Bring out a baseball bat for your black ass
Cincinatti, beatin down on Oakland
But I'll be the referee, while nose get broken
and basket broken, and brains get beat down
Bronx style, buckwild, nobody should jump in
Just stand the hell way back, before you get slapped back
No posse to run back, the gangsta hard talk
Braggin on the mic, you shootin cops
But when you in a cell, shootin stops
Look at the murderers, third degree psychos
Waitin to get hanged, and next on death row
Behind the steel bars, you're froze and can't throw
But back on the streets with a tool you are still hard
Callin yourself God, and hangin with bodyguards
But look at the snitch, your whole face is scarred
Go 4 Yourz
...
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püttologe - 22.06.2011, 16:31
they say mobb deep fell off...the bottom and we landed on top how we turned world upside down...
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