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    Re: Lines

    ill spector - 12.11.2006, 17:23

    Lines
    fieseste aller lines in a lifetime award:

    cool jay : "i'm so bad i can suck my own dick"

    :oops:



    Re: Lines

    koolkris - 12.11.2006, 21:54


    You know that I'm dope, but can you accept it?

    Chill Rob G - Ride the Rhythm



    Re: Lines

    ill spector - 13.11.2006, 03:03


    auch schäbbich:

    kool g rap : “chicks are on my dick like a human shishkebab“

    aber gut :D



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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 :!:



    Re: Lines

    Nasghul - 16.11.2006, 22:11


    sehr schäbig:

    Rugged man.... " I rip your cunts out with spoons"



    Re: Lines

    ill spector - 22.11.2006, 19:38


    ingnorant as fuck:

    kool keith : "you want freestyle?
    suck my dick!!!"



    Re: Lines

    koolkris - 22.11.2006, 21:05


    Savas

    Fronte, doch ich lache nur wie Scooter!



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    ill spector - 04.12.2006, 16:03


    punchline at its finest:

    edan: "i fart in my hand and touch your face"

    :D



    Re: Lines

    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.



    Re: Lines

    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."



    Re: Lines

    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!



    Re: Lines

    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?")



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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.



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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?)



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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

    :!: :!: :!:



    Re: Lines

    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!



    Re: Lines

    Nasghul - 02.03.2007, 15:52


    Braaaawl Braaaawl



    Re: Lines

    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!



    Re: Lines

    koolkris - 11.03.2007, 20:09


    "I'll piss in your favourite jeans"
    Sheek Louch irgendwo auf nem LOX Mixtape.
    Gut und schlecht gleichzeitig.



    Re: Lines

    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.



    Re: Lines

    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!



    Re: Lines

    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?



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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...



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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)



    Re: Lines

    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)



    Re: Lines

    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...



    Re: Lines

    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



    Re: Lines

    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)



    Re: Lines

    püttologe - 28.06.2009, 15:54


    ...ich seh arschtreten als wissenschaft - quantenphysik.(philmriz)



    Re: Lines

    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.



    Re: Lines

    püttologe - 02.03.2011, 13:08


    if life's a beach i wan't miami sand (thirstin howl)



    Re: Lines

    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
    ...



    Re: Lines

    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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