Favortie Lyrics?

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    What are your favorite lyrics or lines from a song?
     
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    This is why I'm hotThis is why I'm hotThis is why, this is why this is why I'm hotI'm hot because I'm flyyou ain't because you not.This is why, this is why this is why I'm hot:HAHAHA:
     
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    Some of my favorite lyrics come from Nas.My two favorites (other than NY State of Mind) are Life's a bi*ch and One Mic. I especially like AZ's verse in Life's a bi*ch. Ive been completely obsessed with Nas for quite a while now, he has become my favorite rapper.
     
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    Some favorites are..Talib Kweli- Niggas Lie a lot"U Know How I Can Tell U WhackIt?s 2007 N U Still Sellin Crack":HAHAHA: oh man.Lupe Fiasco- "Real Recognize Real", also the verse on the Cipher that was on BET"they say the game is the belly of a beastand blunts for fingers hollow tips for teethwiretaps for ears, nike airs for feetblasphemy for prayersa system for a heart rap music for beats heroine for the sunmarried to the street crack pipe for lungsand he never sleeps just spys with dice in his eyesloves life because he likes when it dieswhen the baking so and sohe coughs up pleasureclothes made of dollar bills that he sewed togetherhe knows hes cleverjealous his house?saw a liquor thats poured out and goes right in his mouthrides around on a stray bulletwith prostitutes pimps dope dealins and killins tied to a pullintv in his head strippers slide down his legsand hes known to ride around with the fedshes out there out there out there out there"Those lyrics are probably wrong, because I wrote them myself, so yeah..And then Nas- Ether.. I can't even quote a certain part of the lyrics I like because I like all of it...
     
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    F*ck the world manthis sh*t aint even funnyif I die like tupac, I get mo moneyvirginia tech why does everyone act like they careif they were in that position, they wouldnt dare,global warming, they talk but they dont actgeorge bush doesn't care, he's busy in Iraqterrorism is a threat out there, but what about us?what about all our - gang violence?I guess im'a have to go to church and pray,for every soul that's a stray
     
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    <div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (P0W3RBALLIN @ May 9 2007, 08:20 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>"they say the game is the belly of a beastblunts for fingers and hollow tips for teethwiretaps for ears, nike airs for feetblasphemy for prayersa system for a heart rap music for beats heroine for the sunmarried to the streets, crack pipe for lungsand he never sleeps just spies with dice in his eyesloves life because he likes when it dieswhen the baking soul, he coughed up pleasureclothes made of dollar bills that he sewed togetherhe knows, hes cleverjealous his house?saw a liquor thats poured out and goes right in his mouthrides around on a stray bulletwith prostitutes pimps dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull ita tv in his head, strippers slide down his legsand hes known to ride around with the fedshe's out there out there out there out there</div>More like that... I memorized that verse because it's so creative.Mine are probably NY State of mind or I used to love HER, maybe even Common's 6th Sense
     
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    <div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (MaRdYC26 @ May 9 2007, 06:25 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>F*ck the world manthis sh*t aint even funnyif I die like tupac, I get mo moneyvirginia tech why does everyone act like they careif they were in that position, they wouldnt dare,global warming, they talk but they dont actgeorge bush doesn't care, he's busy in Iraqterrorism is a threat out there, but what about us?what about all our - gang violence?I guess im'a have to go to church and pray,for every soul that's a stray</div>You write that yourself? nice.Here somethin I wrote.."The richest country in the world is the USABut we're the saddest one in the world todayNowhere is safe, shots in schools and collegeColumbine, now VT, where students gainin knowledgeThey coulda been the scientist who found the cure for cancerSolve all the problems, solve the questions with the answersBeen the next sports legend, donating to the homeless beggin'Teacher at your kids school giving him a lessonThese lives are being lost, for no reason at allThis is why this country is coming to a downfallMore money more problems, so F*ck this cashI'd give it away just to make my life lastBecause life comes at you fast, theres no making predictionsAnd it doesn't help that we're causing other countries frictionOnly if I had the jurisdiction, I'd create world peaceBut to get world peace, we need peace in our own streets.."http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53387427/the whole thing is there :dribble:
     
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    <div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (P0W3RBALLIN @ May 9 2007, 09:31 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>You write that yourself? nice.Here somethin I wrote.."The richest country in the world is the USABut we're the saddest one in the world todayNowhere is safe, shots in schools and collegeColumbine, now VT, where students gainin knowledgeThey coulda been the scientist who found the cure for cancerSolve all the problems, solve the questions with the answersBeen the next sports legend, donating to the homeless beggin'Teacher at your kids school giving him a lessonThese lives are being lost, for no reason at allThis is why this country is coming to a downfallMore money more problems, so F*ck this cashI'd give it away just to make my life lastBecause life comes at you fast, theres no making predictionsAnd it doesn't help that we're causing other countries frictionOnly if I had the jurisdiction, I'd create world peaceBut to get world peace, we need peace in our own streets.."http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53387427/the whole thing is there :dribble:</div> :worthy: :worthy: :worthy: That is seriously really good. Can you sing? If so it would be amazing.
     
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    What you starin at, I aint a mirrorWhat you starin at, im not a mirror :HAHAHA:
     
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    <div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Pacers fan forever @ May 9 2007, 07:21 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>:worthy: :worthy: :worthy: That is seriously really good. Can you sing? If so it would be amazing.</div>Naw, I can't sing.. I can flow tho..
     
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    <u>Nobody Needs Nobody-Playa Fly</u>Back nigga who it but betta I get more chettah then cheddar I take the wu out of tang and a g-rated sounds betta I drain more harder then draino kick you harder then Kano Take the life out the living for all you suckas that follow See tomorrow got more then Arab stockin' in store I take the B out of blow so you can hit it some more They say we vicious like this so quick to get in yo sh*t And when she click on the trick you like I'm lovin this sh*t We havin' fun with this one You see the look on my son You know what daddy done done Done turned some trix with some crunk I got enough on the needy And if you like me come meet me and if you dont, dont come to me You might be leavin' the dump Rack up and toughen the cut When lil fly step on your gut We see your facial expression If you must lose You'll get buck But see you all tied up and cried out But we still dirty south fried up and bumpin out It aint no doubt many clout what you shout ? Hide your mouth Playa fly gangsta B Gangsta weed and we out And we out <u>N God We Trust-Playa Fly</u>True is to it But I did not do it by myself, ya dig? Bet you often wonder how this youngster's bump is super sickBet you wonder how you breathe? Bet you wonder why the leaves Fall up off the trees In the Fall, but this what Fly believe Fly believe in G-O-D Fly believe in S-P-V Fly believe in M-2-3, and this for L-I-F and EDevilish fools make Satanic moves Breakin' golden rules Doin' what they choose will quickly send them to eternal snooze Lookin' at every group that is produced by Fly are holdin' hands Of the Holy man I stand beside and call upon, so should my fans If you down with Flizy, or live in a sound mind Like love and hate, between life and death It sure is a thin line And lizines (lines) get crizzossed (crossed) Devils get tizzosed (tossed) Angels get hizigh (high) But no time gets lizost (lost) You must want to wizalk (walk) The talk you tizalk (talk) You should have repented when Fly said time was shizort (short) And Fly won't get kizaught (caught) Instead I'm gone rush, I'm gone thrust With Minnie Mae Passin' demonic haters, traitors It's true like Devil's in disguise, plenty blessings in disguise If you wanna peep 'em, you can see 'em with your inner eyes Any day, that's every day, because every day you wake and shake Just a normal blessing that you catch but pay attention late Wake and yawn in the morn, at the crib gettin' up Or two o' clock in the A.M. in the club gettin' real buck He gone make his prescence felt He's my guiding light and help And help me keep my faith when on the run or takin' sliding steps Givin' more than satisfaction Off the Wall like Michael Jackson Excellence of expertise has helped me be the main attraction Just to get attention with Even bear to witness this Flowers are to be praised or to be raised, but this one I whipped This the deal and Fly won't fake it Take it how you wanna take it Flizy gonna tell what God lizuv (love) to make sure Flizy make it Push and shove and people love it You decide the way you ridin' And if you ride this way, then makin' pay won't be your only prize So look into the situation Put aside your fame and wealth And you might find somethin' you can cherish more than life itself And now that I have wrote it, I wonder what you'll think about it Will you say it's Gospel rap or would you say "That brotha bout it"? I wonder, but don't care about your opinion I just state the facts No matter what I do, or what I did with Him I stay intact Too legit was not my style I preferred to buck and wild And I would always pray for better days, that would come after while Things got better, things got worse, and man it hit me where it hurts And took the Father of this only son six feet up under dirt He dimmed the lights upon my stage A light, but they closed the curtain So Bill is still Gettin' It On, Movin' On, and this for certain And since he's not here with me, you think I come alizone (alone)? But Bill Chill shines off in me, with God in his whole King-dom I'm still standin' strizong (strong) And waitin' on my thrizone (throne) And live for the dizzay (day) that God calls me hizome (home) Until then I'll rizzoam (roam), the face of the Izzerth (Earth) And shoot for the stizars (stars), on days of my bizzerth (birth) And play in the dessert that God put here for us And you come play with me If my God you trust Who you trust?This and just about ever Tupac song(Dear Mama, Brenda, Hail Mary, Changes etc.)
     
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    People always ask why I act this wayI say: cause I'm a villain like my homeboy RayA straight lunatic, a little skitzoA male hoe, a mothafucking psychoKilling punk niggas like fliesYou piss me off and everybody dies
     
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    Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel - (Daddy) Where Have You BeenI remember being kicked out the house'cause I looked just like youSaid I'd be nothing but a crookjust like youThe niggaz in the hood was shookWhere the just like you'Cause all they said was little whitey lookI'm just like youBut dog I can't see it at all, sh*tWe never kicked it at allWe never pitched or kicked at a balldog, you never taught me sh*thow to fight, ride a bike, fix a flatnone of that sorts of sh*tNigga you was an abusive popsF*ck you left me out to dry, stuckgotta teach news to boxgotta teach news to bopand that aint the half of it manI gotta teach news to blockIt's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sonshow they grew to be men and father they sonsfather they daughtersnigga, you left a fatherless daughterI never follow your ordersnigga you make me sickpussy you could....oohhow you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mindI can see it clear as day you smackin my momI 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9put it in my palm when I was youngand said that would be mine, you turned me outthe reason why I hit the blockreason why I tried to hit them copsreason why I started hittin shotsreason why I started gettin lickedand drinkin syrup and skippin courtginger bread man never think of gettin caughtlook at your hand man damn you foughtnigga you left my momleft us with no good-bye'syou left us out to dryyou left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no repliesno digits numbers was unlistedyou left us with some of my loneliest nightnigga some of my hungriest nightssh*t, one of the reasons for years (sh*t embarrasin)damn we used to think money was whiteyeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plantwe aint eat right from them foods from them stampsand to think you was my pop,man I gotta stop sh*t[CHORUS]Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?Beanie: And when you come home, you got us here all aloneFemale: Mommy, Where Daddy Went?Beanie: You always stick up for himAlways said you'd make up for himFemale: Mommy, What Happened Then?Beanie: What was you cheatin on him?Why he's always beatin' on you?Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?Beanie: Nigga, you gonna hear me out[Jay-Z]I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)wanted to talk just like him (word)often momma said I look too muchand I thought just like him (it could happen)wanted to drink Miller nipsand smoke Newports just like youbut you left me, now I'm goin to court just like youI would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"bullsh**, do you even remember December's my birthday?do you even remember the tender boyyou turned into a cold young manwith one goal and one planget mommy out of some jam, she was always in onealways short with the incomealways late with the rentYou said that you was comin throughI would stay in the hallway (waitin)always playin the bench (waitin)and that day came and wentF*ck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of painbut I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt againwill never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"please don't cry everything'll be alrightI know it's dark now, but we gon' see the lightIt's us against the worldwe don't need him, right? (right)mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)I bought I nice home for both of my sisters nowwe doin real goodwe don't miss you nowsee how life twists around, *ucker?Something about the lyrics that I like.
     
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    Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreationI did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacentWhile the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basementI walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patienceYa'll catch a 30 second flash visualDirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splitsRidiculous fathom the splicing of first generationf**k up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)Took an early retirement pick a dreamAmerican nightmare hogging the screenI'll hold the door open so you can stumble inand you would stop following me around the jungle gymNow it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole fromheritageMarry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonanceI promise temperance storm breed with a leaning consciousIn a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource thewattageAnd I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laughYou won't be laughing when your covered wagons crashYou won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flagsinto ragsYou won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled withepitaphsYou won't be laughingAnd I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressedSo I triple knot them then I forgot themThis origami dream is beautifulbut man those wings will never leave the groundWithout a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle downAll I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the postShimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghostsGiving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sinsTo hear the plane to crystal consciousTo results a low life counting on one hand what he'saccomplishedOk, lift me to activism chain activate street sweepPlug in deteriorating zenith pen draggingI hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad menNow he's got soulSitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddleI could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreamsSparking my brick wall windows another thicket stormAnd if one night in Gotham without the wretchedHouston we have a problemDispatch a task of infested patch of city goblinsWho split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellowHeads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellowSort of similar to most backbones at camp IcarusRaw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickeringLife's not a bi*ch life is a beautiful womanYour only call her a bi*ch because she won't let you get thatpussyMaybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interestsOr maybe you're just an ***hole who couldn't sweet talk theprincessKiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan threshholdStomach full of halo kibblesWings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt tickertapeVision and pick apart the pixelsI got a friend of polar nature and it's all peaceWhen I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feastMetal Captain!This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passionI told him: 'Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him'All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,put the pieces back together my way.Aesop Rock - DaylightI hear Brenda's got a babyWell, Brenda's barely got a brainA damn shamethe girl can hardly spell her name(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)Well let me show ya how it affects the whole communityNow Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was ajunkyWent in debt to his arms, it's sadCause I bet Brenda doesn't even knowJust cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't growBut oh, that's a thought, my own revelationDo whatever it takes ta resist the temptationBrenda got herself a boyfriendHer boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy endShe tried to hide her pregnancy, from her familyWho didn't really care to see, or give a damn if sheWent out and had a church of kidsAs long as when the check came they got first dibsNow Brendas belly is gettin biggerBut no one seems ta notice any change in her figureShe's 12 years old and she's having a babyIn love with the molester, whos sexed and crazyAnd yet she thinks that he'll be with her foreverAnd dreams of a world with the two of them are together,whateverHe left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on thebathroom floorAnd didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away andwhat ta keepShe wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heepI guess she thought she'd get awayWouldn't hear the criesShe didn't realizeHow much the the little baby had her eyesNow the babys in the trash heep ballingMomma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her callingBrenda wants ta run awayMomma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers hereeverydayNow Brenda's gotta make her own wayCan't go to her family, they won't let her stayNo money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a jobShe tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbedSo now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sellSo she sees sex as a way of leavin hellIt's payin the rent, so she really can't complainProstitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got ababyBaaaaaaaaby(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)(don't you know she's got a baby)Brenda's Gotta Baby - Tupac Shakur[Verse 1]My Vocabularies vary, its so exclusionaryYou'll find my baby pictures in modern dictionariesNext to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionariesAnd sexy freaks eating strawberriesI represent my mind in the 415 dimeTryin' to stop my rhyme is like tryin' to stop crimeI float like an eagle that soars through the skyAnd hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise[Hook]In my rap world we bump 75 girlsPlayboy short, right before courtstaring at the judge like 'what you talking bout?'You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouthSee I'm a devil in the street from the serious rhymeBut still I'm an angel in my Mamas eyesIn my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLSPLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT[Verse 2]Try to bite what I write and it'll break ya jawAndre Nickatina right here in the rawAin't no real rap lord gon' respect the lawGet the phone, page my little cousin Bobby ShawShuffle like a CD changer, the rearrangerBaby hold me tight like the gun of a bangerIn the frame of the game leave my name on your brainUntil we meet again it will never be the sameSlice my own piece of the true money pieWhen is it cool for a real cat to cry?I hit the sky like a bullet that's shot at the moonRide the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broomKeep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card betHeart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat...In my rap world, sh*t, 75 GIRLS...[Verse 3]Expose the theory of remarkable worldwindsBeats I wish I could sex like my girlfriendsParty 'til dawn on them hoes like its the firstWho gon' keep on talking when the 4-4's burst?Smokin' weed like its legal, possessed by the wordsThe world is a ghetto man there ain't no birdsI got a solid gold crown that I'll never wear'Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share[Hook]My Rap World - Andre Nickatina
     
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    Jesus Muzik- LecraeLecrae:Yeah back on the grind again I know it's been a lil while but it's time againFolks askin Crae when ya gonna rhyme again? I'm like hold up give me time my manSee a lot of thangs change some stay the same went from H Town to D Town to Memphis maynOne thang that's fasho, everywhere I go people caught up in theyself money cars and clothes (yep)They talk about it all the time and put it in they songsThey drive around and play it loud like it ain't nothin wrongAnd all they talk about is sinful stuff, got everybody actin bad thinkin that they a thug (weeelll)They tryna drown me out, but nah they ain't gon count me outI got a back pack full of tracks plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it outPlus I'm bumpin dese JESUS BEATS whenever they SEEIN MEPeople lookin all confused, because every one of my tunes is screamin JESUS peepsI was bumpin dat TRIP LEE, BJ rollin with ME both our heads noddin like we dozin or we TIPSYBut we ain't been drankin mayn nah this song just bangin maynGot us screamin JESUS out the window while we changin lanes, while we justChorus 3XRidin with my top down listenin to this Jesus musicRid-ridin with my top down down top top down ridin with my top downListenin to this Jesus MusicTrip Lee:If you hear that the bass bang and you see us in ya streetsThat stuff ya boy's playin mayn it's gon be dem Jesus beats (yall ready)That stuff we bumpin ain't that lean with it rock with it (nope)It's that change ya life and please let the rock hit itNow that stuff that we bump bring the sound of ChristChrist 116 our prayer to Christ was once lost then found now we down with ChristIn the dark hearts stop but we found the light now it's soundin rightSuicide to the good and the phantom life because the gospel is goodIn the past I don't think yall understood now ya got it messed upLet us outta ya hood, we got the windows down and when we finna cruiseWe tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to (OK) we bump dat Cross MovementWe bump that Lampmode (Lampmode) we bout that Jesus musikGet up yo hands bro (get up yo hands bro) yeahIt might be screwed and chopped it might be east coastEither way this Jesus musik's hot bump this in ya speakers bro (they laugh)The Lord ain't pleased with that money and weedSo if you hear them 'sup and ya see us up in ya streetsI might beChorus 3XRidin with my top down listenin to this Jesus musicRid-ridin with my top down down top top down ridin with my top downListenin to this Jesus MusicLecrae:You like music from rap to gospel but ya prolly neva heard nobody rap the gospelDifferent sound but the truth's the same no choirs no bands but the truth remainsWe got fam and the clique set the booth on flames St Louis others phillyLike Duce and Flame's if ya lost in the flow don't lose the nameIt's Jesus Christ the king of the jews my maynThis ain't entertainment dawg it's timeless truthWould you rather hear a song about shiny coupes, nopeNon-fat non-gat non-killa rap, 100% christ the blood spilla rapYall feelin that, rap wrapped up with the gospel, ay trip dawg run it backYall feelin that? Rap wrapped up with the gospel ay trip dawg run it backTrip Lee:If in our car you hear that boom-bep and you hear some dude's repIt ain't dem folks that boast, it's folks that tell you where the truth's atWe don't wanna hear about dimes and dope (nope)We don't wanna hear about nines and smokeWe don't wanna hear about movin packs and foolish catsWho lie and boastWe do wanna hear about Christ the kingDo wanna hear how lives is changedWe do wanna hear how God is pleasedAnd theology of the Bible maynThis Jesus music turn heads, so turn it up and let em knowIn all we do he's first and, this Jesus music's better bro (yeah)Chorus 3XRidin with my top down listenin to this Jesus musicRid-ridin with my top down down top top down ridin with my top downListenin to this Jesus Music
     
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    Any song that has a good Chorus so I can throw it in my away message to show how I feel... Well, thats what I do with these R&B songs anyway.
     
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    MC Paul Barman's stuff is always good. He's a creative rhymer and very amusing:"The way I communicate can make a freakin' eunuch mate. Iwrite first person light verse in a white hearse and I'm thene plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holyfrijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap." To boldly rap into the outer reaches. This doubterteaches defining God as aligning a divining rod with a hotchick's reclining bod. 'Cause life is fickle. Hellish.Anemic. Sickle cellish. Dude. You'll get chopped up likepickle relish.""I'm a braniac with a veiny sackresting on the brow of Erika Eleniak (Ooh, wow)She almost shrank off when I said, "Take your top tank off."I draw a thousand times better than Robert MankoffI'm very p-proprietary with M-M-Mariah CareyBut she wants some silly cut up with Billy Crudup's butt upI'm the most lonely fella without Toni IsabellaI'm truly the hero of Julie ShapiroBut I'm sure to spill sperm in Laura SilvermanI'm putting taxing long things in Maxine Hong Kingstonwhich brings in Amy TanShe said, "Lay me, mon."Cynthia Ozick takes off her clothes quick and likes exposed brickI stuck my slim sword in Kim GordonLaetitia Casta is easily the boss of yaSigourney Weaver has a thrashing horny beaverI'm having intercourse while listening to Winter WarsWinona Ryder? Going inside her!I want to get on the whole width of Anna Nicole SmithI want Tracy Bingham in a lacey thingumI made Tahnee Welch punanni felch while her mommy belched"
     
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    Roaming Back In Black! erm...in Colour!

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    Papoose- A bootleggers DreamYo I ate so many niggas I think I got nigga-itusdont come to the platinum party, my sh*t is privateimma get more plaques than gingivitis
     
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    Moment of Truth.
     
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    Poet Laureate 2- CanibusYo, why is the ripper so ill?That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!He said one day all eyes would be on mewhen they look up in the sky and see the neon 'C'Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encasedin glass with an ion beam for longevityFor more then 10 centuries, impressions and memoriesthe first time-machine inventor will mention meCanibus was a visionary indeedhe believed light could travel in multiples of cThe organic supercomputer that solved the mysteriesof Klein-Kaluza with 2 blue metric rulersLiked Cool J, but thought Stephen Jay Gould was coolerand he never liked to propagate rumorsSmoked Canary Island cigarsliked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broadsHe had a strong mind, he used to philosophizeabout rhymes while he was pruning his BonsaiHe claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all timebut he would never take it out his archivesHe wrote 2 songs per dayand was constantly was experimenting with his wordplayIn his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky surveyhe got an F but he deserved an AI followed his career from the first dayit seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert waysI seen him pull in 24 hour workdayswith deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"Public humiliation was the worst painhe was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricaneHe said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the sameespecially when there's nothing to gainHe was the illest alive but nobody would face ithe spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, itproperly funded corporations carbon-dated his latest creationsto extract the informationThey found it utterly amazingthey claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless paintingNever mattered to him, the art galleries hated himcause Thomas Kinkade called, said he would take 10Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in languagewith sound but without shape or signatureKept files in his garage, on MS-DOSin a fire-proof pod, he thought it was oddOutside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lockhe apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud'sWe were in total awe, cause it blew our mindsso many rhymes that were intricately designedHe WAS Poet Laureate of his timeand if you dont mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes[*beat switches*]Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoomadjusting the focus of the moonOne should not assume the philosophy of David Humeis nothing more then a subjective conclusionWhat is the maximum field rate application?the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basinaffects the population fluctuationon a continuous basis but that's just the basicsThe juxtaposition of Canibus' positionthe precision something no other has writtenWay above and beyond what was intendedthe unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentenceYou didnt go to college obviouslyI can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminologyA remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speedswhen the brain orders the body not to breatheYour competency is not up to speed, you not in my leagueyou couldnt possibly be hotter than meOr oppositely you're minus 25 degrees, you'd squeezebut the condensation makes rifle barrels freezeAllow me to speak figuratively, nigga pleasemy intellectual properties are about the size of GreeceYour counselor advised you not to speakmy counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beatIn the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"even though it sort of irked meHe said he didnt understand the process of the imaginationbut he felt he was at its mercyWhich exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforcesthe reason why nobody's probably ever heard of meCouldnt understand what I mean by illunless you try to translate what I print to filmThis is the line of will, the circle of timethe cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 lineAcademic phonetics render critics tounge-tiedIve personified dry humor of cum-laude alumniA wise man sees failure as progressa fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logicAnd loses his soul in the processobsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no contentMy style is masterful, multi-lateralI could battle a fool and be naturally cruelWords of scourn are a disasterous toolfrom an existentialist view, I'm a better rapper then youGrab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2my attitude is F*cked up but admirableDifferent methods interpreted into different formsfrom entirely different perceptions and seen from different normsNot just spittin a poem there's much more involvedthere's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve48 orders of mechanical lawsand rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my barsMaybe I am self-absorbedbut thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&RToday is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it waspermitting you heard of BeelzebubA tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the clubwith the DJ doing the needle rubChances are you'll never see me sonyeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub[*beat switches*]I came to holla at some big booty bitchesand listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me upits deep as F*ck, I aint seen it all but I've seen enoughReally unbelievable stufftheres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuckI should leave this rap sh*t aloneand kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own homeMy imagination is my ownthe liberty to speak to freely, lividly on the microphonewith a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enneagramand become "Cani-millenium man"Engrave my back with the emperor's stampbeen spittin scientific rap since the 17th century beganTryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jamand the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hangEvery warrior has an axe to burybut he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversaryI said to myself, "Germaine this is insaneits suicide its controlled flight into terrain"I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flamesand got banned from the hip hop hall of fameFor 2 bars I kept hearin in my headover and over again, it cost me everything[*beat changes back to the original beat*]Im convinced now that more then truth is at stakeWhere people create language that pretends to communicateEuphemisms are misundertood as mistakesbut its a bi-product of the ghetto music we makeFrom an extroverted point of view I think its too lateHip Hop has never been the same since '88Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconceptionthat a movement in any direction is progressionEven though of the potency of it lessensbig money industries writing checks to suppress the questionAnd nobody gives a F*ck no more, no one goes to the book storeever since the confluence of Moore's LawBut I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohrand his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo SzilardLyrically I took rap music and turned the knobto the right full throttle and added panacheWhy would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to doDialyses and analyses of battle emceessometimes I say things I myself can't believeMy lyrical is so skillfully ellipticalI can understand how it makes you miserableYou wonder why I never let you play your beats for meor why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecyYou wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys"Canibus why dont you speak to me?"Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features methats why I said it so vehementlyYou need to place the hate with respectI'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!
     

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