lyrical lords

[automat3000]

Oh it's this forum that does it. That is seriously fucked up. What's with the 'successful' bit?

[funky stanton]

All Nas says in Live at the BBQ is "I'm great at rapping and you love it", Doom's lyrics may sound daft but they're far deeper than that surely?

[pre-thought process]

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 Successful Black men'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
(Humming)
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

from the song 'Accordion' from the Madvillain album w/ Madlib

I was wondering when Doom would come in. Man's on another level, still.

Who knows about Holocaust:

[Holocaust]
Undead creatures are immune to sleep spells, he hath given to the poor
We clash driven to the core, surely he shall not be moved forever
Clever, a samurai lost his eye, in a time
The giant object flashed across the sky
It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar
The blast detroyed whole villages, a wonderous galore
And blackened the circle of ground, forty miles wide, many years later
Some kept it alibi, unkind, the styles, comes and challenge mine
It is still a mystery, mysteries of this type occur from time to time
Who would believe it, you see a car scoping approaching from the rear
But when you check your mirror again before changing lanes
You no longer see it, from the sanitarium, a form of malaria
Killed half of all the people who lived on Earth
Sick bed written curse, brick dead risen church
Ghost and spirits roam the world on the night of October 31st
Some door gunner hearse, ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes
My style is atmosphered and thanks, the devil may can
The warrior's prayer, that back to the future galorian flare
From the duel edge deadpool, severed, never bled
Panamonium there, simply the radio was invented and crashed

sadly, never heard of the guy. i'll keep a beady one out for him

He's also known as Warcloud. Been affiliated with Wu for a long time.

Check: http://www.myspace.com/warcloudforumspace

The lyric I quoted is off of an album he did with Blue Sky Black Death - http://www.amazon.com/Holocaust-Blue-Bl ... 627&sr=8-9

[datura]

All Nas says in Live at the BBQ is "I'm great at rapping and you love it", Doom's lyrics may sound daft but they're far deeper than that surely?

Doom has quite a lot of obscure pop culture references, so a lot of people won't get them. There is some nonsense in there to maintain the rhyme scheme and syllable matching, but many people do this and it's why some people sound so much better than others.

Surprised I haven't seen and Biggie or Jay-Z yet.

[diss04]

nice one for the heads up, pre-thought.

There are too many MC's who are overrated
You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it
In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is
So give it up, become a actor or a actress
Or a producer, cause you fail to use the
Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya
For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax
You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract
Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin games
I should get foul and buckwild and start sayin names
But deep down inside you know who you are
Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar
And that really gets on my nerve
When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve
Goin platinum and don't have no soul
Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold
I don't like the way it's goin down
Because it should be the other way around
I don't understand it...

from 'I Don't Understand It' off of 'Livestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous'

[diss04]

All Nas says in Live at the BBQ is "I'm great at rapping and you love it", Doom's lyrics may sound daft but they're far deeper than that surely?

Doom has quite a lot of obscure pop culture references, so a lot of people won't get them. There is some nonsense in there to maintain the rhyme scheme and syllable matching, but many people do this and it's why some people sound so much better than others.

Surprised I haven't seen and Biggie or Jay-Z yet.

i was gonna up some Reasonable Doubt shit.

[deamonds]

See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz
Don't they know my n i g g a Gutter fucking kidnip kids? (uhh)
Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge (ooh)
That's how it is, my shit is laid out (what)
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out (played out)
You all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All you disappear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

[diss04]

and here is some Reasonable Doubt shit

This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak, we're all tryin to win
But then again; maybe it's for the best though
cause when they seein too much, you know they tryin to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out
couldn't understand the mechanics
and the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't tryin to survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body - and used to say 'fuck mic skills'
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
That's right, it's wicked, that's life, I live it
Ain't askin for forgiveness for my sins...

off of 'D'evils' from 'Reasonable Doubt'

[pre-thought process]

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a ****** Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate, with this rich ****** preterite
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest ****** that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my ****** Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
and the only time you love em is when your dick hard

from Cashmere Thoughts on Reasonable Doubt

[diss04]

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a successful black man Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate, with this rich successful black man preterite
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest successful black man that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my successful black man Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
and the only time you love em is when your dick hard

from Cashmere Thoughts on Reasonable Doubt

FUCKING BANGER. I lover this thread.

[kins83]

There's a lyric:

"back-smack you so hard all your seeds are born deformed"

or something like that, but I can't remember the song title, or who's lyrics the are...any ideas out there?

[diss04]

There's a lyric:

"back-smack you so hard all your seeds are born deformed"

or something like that, but I can't remember the song title, or who's lyrics the are...any ideas out there?

sounds like a Big L bar to me

[waaaae9]

hahahahahaha if it ain't prada you better try harder....

[automat3000]

All Nas says in Live at the BBQ is "I'm great at rapping and you love it"

That's the way I like it. My fave rappers are BDK, Biz Markie, Jeru, Eminem, KRS, Rakim, Q-Tip et al. They all rap like this a lot of the time. All about the ego without the outer violence or materialism of modern 'hip-hop'. Maybe a lot of you have 'progressed' from these rappers onto more intelligent, outward-thinking ones, but i don't really listen to hip-hop anymore, and when i do i only go back to the rappers i used to love as a kid.

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, ****** you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

[pre-thought process]

[GZA]
Two individuals, pulled from a lake
Inside a vehicle, one had his foot on the break
The windows was fully up and the doors was locked
The news made the headline, and the town was shocked
The driver was clutching a can of Hi-C
His jacket was tied, to a near by tree
His jeans had dye in them, and a usual tattoo
Was the only hope, to identifying them
The autopsies revealed gun shot wounds
Dental records matched to a newlywed groom
This accident, was a cover up for homicide
Two who might of, stayed alive from paying bribes
Sheets investigators, had relied on the media
For help, and to track down the perpetrated
They canvassed the neighborhood, with standard procedure
And visited the home, of a topless skeezer
Who was at the bar, when he was last seen alive
Left with him, just ten minutes after they arrived
Despite the police efforts, they turned up nothing
Just an ex-hooker, try'nna get a rep from bluffing
But the wide publicity, had just paid off
From a hard rock inmate, who was just made soft
He said he knew a man who killed the pop star
And almost got caught by a passing cop car
The inmate said probably, the motive was robbery
And knowing if he keeping it a secret, it bothers me
He said this individual killed for low billings
And purchased a murder kit, blocks from the killing
The sheriff's office, had no time to waste
Plus the inmate never deal, to avoid the case
So he co-operated fully, and snitched on his
Chop shop mechanic, who used to move bodies on the pulley
An extortionist, involved in similar incidents
Payments that came in thousand dollar increments
Suspicious activities that flooded the place
So they subpoenaed phone records for the calls was traced
The hair that was taken from his car interior
Was that of a young girl, who felt inferior
She died fighting and probably aroused his anger
Holding off her life, as she faced the strangler
The crime seemed to be sexual from nature
It was substantial evidence, that the ****** raped her
The suspects had marks on his face and chest
But it just wasn't enough, to get an arrest
Asked of his whereabouts, on the third of July
Said he partied with his friends, and had a solid alibi
But it was really something left at the scene, on a small scale
Was the microscopic traces of blood, under her fingernails

Song: Exploitation of mistakes

Album: DJ Muggs & GZA - Grandmasters

One of the best story rhymes ever, and the Muggs beat is fucking fire!!

[diss04]

jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

[pre-thought process]

[GZA]
She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS
An A-list actress, who was never walked off sets
She loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS
Was a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peers
A PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The Waltons
A former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHIN
When I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALS
Drove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangled
Had basic skills, and worked part time in mills
Raised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLS
Had a man who always roared like LION
A domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her crying
Couldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depression
She was in the air, and there was some room for interceptions
I told her to stay strong, not to be ashamed
You're a "ten-i-see", you just need to TITAN your game
Her ancestors were CHIEFS, who ran with running deer
On the sail with the SEAHAWKS, who battled the BUCCANEERS
The REDSKIN garments, was suede coat liners
Held rare coins, frequently sought from gold miners
They were hard working warriors, we call over timers
Shot plenty arrows at COWBOYS and 49ERS
Her interesting background, but quite unusual
great for a script, but out of bounds for a musical
She told me to call her, if I came to town
I started TEXAN her, soon as my plane had touchdown
Holding my luggage, in the hand that revealed the bad scars
She pulled up at arrivals, driving the JAGUAR
Her BROWN skin was soft, her legs beautifully shaven
Her house was fly, sitting on the roof, was a RAVEN
As we entered, I heard laughter
She walked into a large living room, I went after her
There was two of her, girlfriends, playing chess like they were VIKINGS
Militant as PANTHERS, they're resemblance was striking
Had on thongs, high heels, and belts that was garter
Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER
I introduced myself to gain yardage
Cuz anything less then smooth, would of been straight up garbage
The shorter one met me, when I had a sky pager
Thought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERS
She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season
One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing
I knew that I was gonna get, wined and dined
It would of been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage line
Now I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-off
One removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick all
She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet
Dying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmet
And I was thinking these girls was SAINTS
But it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paint
Before you know it, I had all three in a huddle
Buckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddles
They spread EAGLES like wide receivers
As I RAM them in the endzone, and they became true believers

Song: Queens Gambit

Album: DJ Muggs & GZA - Grandmasters

The way GZA switches up and starts using american football teams as euthamisms for the nasty shit they're getting upto, badman

[diss04]

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new ******, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs

from 'The World Is Yours' off of, of course, 'Illmatic'

[pre-thought process]

jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

[diss04]

jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

nice one, son and you defo' know about that. i'm on this lyrical lark.