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Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:07 pm**

bashment dan wrote:
Diss04 wrote:from 'soul rising' off the album 'below the heavens' by blu & exile
mint album, dancing in the rain and the narrow path me faves

yeah defo - not enough people know about it, 'tis a shame! a damn shame!

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:13 pm**

tis tis:), would also recommend checking common market they got a similar style.connect four, doors and poison espeshers

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:20 pm**

Inspectah Deck wrote: Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Serious lyrics

jhest wrote:The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war
The quintessential outlaw

blu wrote:Got you pulling out your four-four magnum
While I stagger motherfuckers with thoughts, I got my mojo mastered

nice one diss, feeling blu

papoose wrote:i Got The Smell Of Death In My Nose
blood Stains, I Got This ****** Flesh On My Clothes
the Best Kept Secret, Thought That I Would Never Be Told
sit Back And Watch The Clever Unfold, Level Your Flows
cuz When It Comes To Them Bars ******, I'm Godzilla
when Its Time To Sing Songs, I'm King Kong
when Its Time To Lace Tracks, I'm Aids Black

lyrics please, no youtube, remember the work crew

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:24 pm**

deamonds wrote:lyrics please, no youtube, remember the work crew

ahh yeah i forgot about you sorry sods lol

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:25 pm**

lol at all the 'successful black man' lyrics.

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:31 pm**

kins83 wrote:lol at all the 'successful black man' lyrics.

lol sorry are you after white power lyrics?

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:41 pm**

Ghostface Killah wrote:Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat ****** out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on
Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo
****** want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is leftin they draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass ****** resemble Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training ?
Ya'll still eatin bacon

from 'the champ' off 'fishscale'

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:44 pm**

[Killah Priest]
The great Turkish lord, crescent shape sword
With weapons of war, his brothers adored, the legend that swore
My blood oath, standing on an enemy's coat
Which was the double headed cobra, and the beak of a vulture
He speak to a culture, his speech was vulgar
The two-faced arrow, parted the air
To put his heart in the pair, the coveted ark was near
The horse stood on his hind legs, outside of the grave
Where your highness was slayed
One million hunchback, then form, face worries, attack
The Philistines Byzantine, Pagan helmet was cracked

Who knows about The Almighty

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:45 pm**

wheezy - walk it out wrote:I bought it out like stunna /
I hope when we kiss we make u sick to yo stomach /
Stunning like my daddy /
And yo momma eat rubbers /
I bet i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo woman /
My house is a dungeon /
Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funyon /
Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunin /
Touchin up my flows like a n i g g a do construction /
Da microfone wet cuz my words like seduction /
N when we on the jet you dont come up in our discussion /
And if you say you ballin we prolly dont trust ya /
And I know plenty freaky hoes dat prolly wont f**k ya /
Even if you pay em boy they prolly wont f**k ya /
Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta /
But she might touch ya /
And burn ya like usher /

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:46 pm**

Killah Priest wrote: The great Turkish lord, crescent shape sword

thats a pull up, right there

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:47 pm**

[Fatlip]
Feelin' downtrodden
Fresh kid turned rotten
I can't believe I'm like E then I'm coppin
Over the years seems like I'm gettin' dumber
Reminiscing to a time when I was younger with a hunger
Full a dreams, determination, self-esteem
But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team
You know the routine, when you winnin' and grinnin'
All up in your face, like they was which you from the beginnin'

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:48 pm**

some of the poorest quoting i have ever seen in my life in this thread by the way guys

keep them bars coming though..

But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team
You know the routine, when you winnin' and grinnin'
All up in your face, like they was which you from the beginnin'

thats sick

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:52 pm**

[Grym Reaper/Too Poetic]
Diggin graves see, pays my rent for the day
Some hate the image that I must portray
Critics, say "Go to hell" I say "Yeah,
stupid motherfucker I'm already there!"
Fru-strated, mentally aggravated
to be the rebel that society created
I'm good most times but when I'm foul then I'm flagrant
Livin in the shadows like a government agent

[Verse One: Scientific Shabazz]
Be a witness, as I exercise my exorcism
The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread
I've been examined ever since I was semen
They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
and drugged me all up with the diseases of evil
Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
I'm fighting a holy war in the mental
Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death
Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed
Giving ****** brain dimples
Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples
The cause of death is unknown to the cops
Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin one element to autopse
First I'll assassinate em
And them I'll cremate them
and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em
Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
You try to haunt me ******, I ain't trying to hear it
Buck Buck Buck, I'll give your ass a holy spirit

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:53 pm**

Simple one

PUNCH IN THE FACE!

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:53 pm**

Nasty Nas wrote:Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style ****** roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, ****** come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

from 'Verbal Intercourse' off Raekwon the Chef's 'Only Built for Cuban Linx' album

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:54 pm**

A Man Called Dave wrote:Simple one

PUNCH IN THE FACE!

lmao JME IS THE G.O.A.T.

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:56 pm**

Diss04 wrote:
Nasty Nas wrote:Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style Successful Black men roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, Successful Black men come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
from 'Verbal Intercourse' off Raekwon the Chef's 'Only Built for Cuban Linx' album

Ha ha Diss, you beat me to it!!!

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked
Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em
watch the alley cats bake em
Four-nine made em, Jah create em take em
quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Grab Myer Lansky crashin fantasy
get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?'
sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and
blowin slow in a Montaro flexin
Beats break heavily word to INS bless me
Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in
We're swarm representatives, reactin like paid men
Strive for why's, nine lives in lies
Max sell and enjoy the highs -- what

Verse Two: Master Killer

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal
From the international vocalist
Ya style is too local
To fuck with this
All fits of antagonists
No assistance movin motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperments
Uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 1:05 pm**

Pre-Thought Process wrote:
Diss04 wrote:
Nasty Nas wrote:Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style Successful Black men roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, Successful Black men come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
from 'Verbal Intercourse' off Raekwon the Chef's 'Only Built for Cuban Linx' album
Ha ha Diss, you beat me to it!!!

lol oh sweet. it's one of the best verses ever on one of the best albums ever

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 1:11 pm**

gona check some of these when i get homes, bit of gangster shizzle;

Heltah Skeltah -
Aiyyo run for your gunz me and Dutch coming through
Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue
This be BuckTown around these grounds they don’t roam
cuz we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome
Blown out the frame by the ROCK, Mr. Flipster
Shit’s Heltah Skeltah, where’s the Inflixter

Posted: **Tue Oct 21, 2008 1:16 pm**

GZA wrote:I'm on a Mission, that ****** say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause ****** styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak

from 'Liquid Swords' off of the Genius/GZA album 'Liquid Swords'

GZA wrote:Yo; picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes typed from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MC's is waitin for the editin
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
leaves impressions, try to keep a shark ****** guessin'

from 'Duel of the Iron Mic' (a song with the most menacing piano loop ever created) off 'Liquid Swords'

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