Lyrics That Have Made You Say WOAHH
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^McBain
Also:
Gotta be perfected before I reach the fame//
I know I got skill, there's already a MC in my name//
I'll get there So help me Lord//
Just watch me focus, more than ford//
They ain't fellin my rhyme scheme The similes and metaphors//
Not to mention my ill lines, they just close the door//
But I write on turntables to ride the beat more//
Also:
Gotta be perfected before I reach the fame//
I know I got skill, there's already a MC in my name//
I'll get there So help me Lord//
Just watch me focus, more than ford//
They ain't fellin my rhyme scheme The similes and metaphors//
Not to mention my ill lines, they just close the door//
But I write on turntables to ride the beat more//
"You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop" -RZA
"I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed" -GZA
"They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's" -2Pac
"So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups
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" -The Notorious B.I.G.
fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop" -RZA
"I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed" -GZA
"They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's" -2Pac
"So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups
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" -The Notorious B.I.G.
Mac Mall - Get Right:
It got me feelin like it ain't no hope for black males
If you're out there in the life it's either jail or it's hell
See, jail is what they send us to
And hell is what we're livin through
So get some get right is what you better do
2pac - Blasphemy:
The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil
while the preacher bein richer you say honor God's people
Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop
waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop?
It got me feelin like it ain't no hope for black males
If you're out there in the life it's either jail or it's hell
See, jail is what they send us to
And hell is what we're livin through
So get some get right is what you better do
2pac - Blasphemy:
The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil
while the preacher bein richer you say honor God's people
Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop
waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop?
heres how the song really goes bro....
my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
to get your brain relaxin, this zany actin mainiac in action
a brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
you look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run
my rhymin skills got you climbin hills
i travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
im slimin grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
and twistin necks of rappers til their spinal column disconnects
put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up, twist em up and indulge in the marajuana smoke
this is the season for noise pollution contamination examination of more cartoons then animation
my lamination of narraration
hit the snare and blaze in the track for duck rapper interrogation (not too sure about this line^^^^)
when i declare invasion, there aint no time to be starin gazin i turn the stage into a barren wasteland IM INFINITE
my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
to get your brain relaxin, this zany actin mainiac in action
a brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
you look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run
my rhymin skills got you climbin hills
i travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
im slimin grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
and twistin necks of rappers til their spinal column disconnects
put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up, twist em up and indulge in the marajuana smoke
this is the season for noise pollution contamination examination of more cartoons then animation
my lamination of narraration
hit the snare and blaze in the track for duck rapper interrogation (not too sure about this line^^^^)
when i declare invasion, there aint no time to be starin gazin i turn the stage into a barren wasteland IM INFINITE
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