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yeh its crap but always cracks me up
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Alphabet Aerobics by Blackalicious:
Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing Analytically, I assault, animate things Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding Casually create catastrophes, casualties Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low Eatin other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics Gift got great global goods gone glorious Gettin godly in his game with the goriest Hit em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints Justly, it's just me, writin my journals Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type brits in my kingdom Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery My mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation, opposition, off, not optional Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh Really raw raps, risin up rapidly Riding the rushing radioactivity Super scientifical sound search sought Silencing super fire saps that are soft Tales ten times talented, too tough Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched Unadulterated, the raw uncut Verb vice lord victorious valid Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished ? well would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters, and xylophone tones Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?) Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS! Neat stuff. |
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Nice. 2 other rappers (Kool G Rap & Saigon) made a similar concept. Though just sticking to the letter ''P'' throughout the song.
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that song by Blackalicious is very clever....even speeds up towards the end
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"You platium rappers should put a contract on Bill O Rielly
A black should never be afraid to kill no Nazi" - Papoose |
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This one is the best ever:
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat (AHHHHHHHH!) Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope? My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity (Mmm mm mmm!) And bitches know me as a horny ass freak Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!) That's what I said at my dad's funeral
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haha the one about make love to you and eat your pussy and jacking off lol
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My first album had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist many years on this professional level why would you question who's better? the World is still mine, tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in it's for the hood by the corner store many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war. get it bloody. Nas - Got Yourself A Gun, first two lines are brill ![]() |
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I prefer the last verse on that one Runner. Still great.
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1st verse of NY State of Mind- Nas
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this ones from Canibus
![]() the can-i-bis brings the sickest drama fierce enough to pierce the thickest armour i smack bitches for tryin to suck dick through a condom! playin wit the mic is sumthin a wont do... ma only concern when i approach you, is to roast you! i'll smoke you an whoever you standin close to! an make every man in your crew deny that he knows you! defeatin, n*ggaz like shigual stevens (??) puttin emcees in posititons to prevent them from breathin! i'll make you question any and everything youve ever believed in... buy peepin ya greatest secrets like psyche readers! whats the matter with ya'll? a'l splater ya'll against the mother fuckin wall with these raw lyrics i catapault none a ya'll got the balls big enough to battle i go on an on like eric kabadu (??) a hundred time nicer than the best is... twice as arrogant as KRS is... who wanna test this? fuck ya'll, you dont impress me n no1 can test me... an emcee so ill i got aids scared to catch me! all that shit u poppin gon' stop when i put you in a headlock n apply pressure til a crush ya mutha fukin noggin! a grab mics n push n*ggaz to the left so fast they hearts end up on the right side a theyre chest! my hypothesis is that nobody can see this... lyrical genius i got it sewed like a seamstress! but if u wanna battle am down if u got nine lives al take eight of em off ya hands right now! step up n get ya neck cut from ear to ear, if u survive you can cover your scar with a beard! am the illest from queens to the new jerusalem bridix! ne1 who aint fellin ma shit can suck ma didgits you need to quit it if u aint spittin quota at 40 bars per minute cuz u aint at lyrical fitness kicken borin raps wit metaphors thats wack all u mutha fuckers need more in tracks to get ya weight up fuckin wit canibus u get ate up beat down an sprayed up just for bringin ma name up! been rockin longer than n*ggaz twice ma age back in the days before bob marley was rockin the stage before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves before neandrathols was drawing on walls in caves i existed in the garden of eden gettin lifted stickin dick to Eve, before she was Adam's mistress!!!!!!!!! before christ created christmas the canibus'll spit until he spitless!!! theres more but its late n takin me ages to copy it str8 from the tune 50 bars ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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Pharoahe Monch in "Oh No" hands down the sickest Rap Verse you will hear
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages Through stages of wackness, pharoahe’s raps are blazin And it amazes - me how you claim thug But go two-ways without skytel pagers I’m intellectual, pass more essays/ese’s Than motorcade police parades through east l.a. More beef then deli’s, thus what I vent is just What you lust to vent is irrele’ Huh, hallelujah, pharoahe monch’ll do ya Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya! Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures I’m equipped to rip ya, reach ya Pharoahe and mos is verbal osmosis Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here Mc’s just - come on ’round You’re the next contestants on catch-a-beat-down Don’t be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment It’s evident we medicine for your whole town Sky’s the limit, game’s infinite when I’m in it All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I’m in it? Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that Put that mic back down, boy, drop that Pharoahe’s flows blows shows like afros We hate y’all though, that’s why nate dogg goes |
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#179 | ||||||||
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Alright stop, calliberate and listen i set back new invention
somehtin grabs a whole of me tightly... Vanilla Ice... best rapper ever? ![]()
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1st Verse from NY State of Mind:
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
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