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Lupe Fiasco - Switch(The Science Project)<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>Yeah, revenge, now what we gonna do right now, a ha ugh, is gonna try a little experiment, just a little experiment, you know what I'm saying, a little science project, you know what I'm saying, I like to call itSwitch.You you you, yes let the words woo youtill you woozy.Let the lyrics subdue you,massage and sooth you,move you till conscience lose you.Lu now rules you,you do what Lu do and you'll do beautiful.Switch.I'm the meanest.You the meanest?I'm the meanestand I mean this.now I don't mean thisto sound fiendish,but I'm a genious.You a genious?And the cleanest.Never seen thisas clean asmy cleanest.From on top,from underneath,from behindor in between.Switch.I'm a hustler creeping with my hat low.Niggas know I pack so,what they gonna do that for?Niggas got my back thoughlike answering the back door.Catch you I'm a slap you, leave you redder than the bat phone.Switch.With a little bit of this and a little bit of that.That.Mixed with a little bit of pimp,and a little bit of macand a little bit of limpand a whole lotta gangster lean.I can't be seen.I ain't the King, but a nigga is strengtheningto paint the sceneand take the thing overlike a soldier caught in a polo gather hood like a cobra nigga thank a teenSwitch.[Background:]Switch nigga, this is how I got it, I switch like hydraulic cars, switch like the barge nigga. Switch.[Background][Interlude: Lupe talking]Aight, now remember that, that's a, that was a part of the experiment. I had to set it up so. So don't worry I know what your thinking, I was thinking the same thing. Just, just follow me ok. Watch, ok. Come on now.Murder niggas,step on my shoes I hurt a nigga.Kill a nigga.Fill a nigga with holes.Call women hoes.Hold up niggas, hold up hoes.Break the calm, dead in they bombs.Blow up niggas, blow up hoes.Turn around, smack they moms.Switch.Heal niggas.Educate and build niggasand still they niggas is realto respect women.Treat'em like they real,they fell nigga.Watch the birds,watch Dr. Phil nigga.Chill nigga.go learn a skill nigga.Aight.Switch.Rims, Mercedes Benz, twenties, twenty-twos, twenty-fours, rolls, gold, platinum watches, cases of more.Gucci, rubis, mansions, models, VIP, Ferraris, chinchillas, diamond rings, change, Range Rovers, bling bling.Switch.Niggas bust his trains.Pocket full of change.Dimes, quarters, taking orders,delivering pizzasand conditionles beaters.Hand-me-down sneakers.Silver.Wannabe models won't show me loveand I can't get in the club.Switch.[Background:]Switch nigga, this is how I got it, I switch like hydraulic cars, switch like the barge nigga. Switch.[Background][Interlude: Lupe talking]Ha, it getting good right? Yeah, aight, so check this out. Now go back to the first one, aight, run back to that one. We're going to have a little bit more fun with that one, aight. You ready? Aight. Come on.Switch.Hey hey hey, it's coming back to you.Lu no longer rules you.You can do what you do.Back to your usual.Switch.It's official.It's official.I'm official,as officialswho got the stripesand the flagsand the whistlesSwitch.Whistle and watch my niggas comefrom the underground,just like Thriller play Bambiand you gonna hear that double sound.Switch.They can't touch the soundthat I'm busting now.It's like a cloud trying to touch the ground.Tough and bound, ever since we're touching down.Jealous niggas catch your feelings because I'm hustling now.What?Switch.They be hating.Switch.They be hating.Switch.What? What? What?They be hating.Don't give them stageSwitch.What's a nigga supposed to tell them when they up in my face then?Switch.That you got a cousing that don't mind catching cases.Busting niggas' heads in, slapping niggas' faces.Switch.And he a do it.He a do it.He a do it.And I'll prove it.because I didn't seen it.You didn't seen it?I'd a seen it.He the meanest.Switch.Ho, ho, ho. Wait.I mean it,I thought you were the meanest,see?That's why this thing is fiendish.Right, now.Switch.[Outro: Lupe talking]Yeah, experiment done. I think that was a goody, I think that was a good experiment, I think that was nice. It's a nice little science project.[Background:]Switch Nigga, I got it switch like hydraulic cars, switch like the barge nigga. Switch.[Background]Haha! Revenge! Shoutouts to my homies at asylum. What up? Yeah</div>

 

[7Goat]

That's abstract art right there ^It's a pretty smart song

 

[gentile]

Now a balla is the one that fronts bein richhe buys his car, his clothes just so he can get a bi*chbut no not this kid, this is all I didjust shoot game, and then the boots camecause that's how I played em, as I layed em on the floI dick em, dick em down until they scream and scream for moI make my own dough so a ho could never get minecause see I drove a bucket, they still let me F*ck itjust eighteen, fresh out of high school, wasn't thinking about collegecause I had street knowledgewasn't in a gang, couldn't bang, so I didn'tmy mouth stayed dry from all the game I was spittinto a honey dip, the honey stripped to the nudethen food came up and then it F*cked up my moodtalking about a movie and a nice dinner, yoyou better pop some popcorn and rent a videocause I never get done, I do the doing on the slimmythinking about these hos, just yellin, "Gimme, Gimme."I kick em to the curb, they deserve to be abusedI never was a baller, cause ballers get used.K-Dee - "Never Was A Baller"

 

[MrBigShot_23]

This is by Linkin Park but the whole song is just Fort Minor rapping.<span style="font-size:8pt;line-height:100%"><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>Turn my mike up louder I got to say somethingLight weights step to the side when we come inFeel it in your chest the syllables get pumpingPeople on the street they panic and start runningWords on loose leaf sheet complete comingI jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumpingHealing the blind I promise to let the sun inSick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpingF*ck that I wanna see some fists pumpingRisk something, take back what's yoursSay something that you know they might attack you forCause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforeLike it's stupid standing for what I'm standing forLike this war's really just a different brand of warLike it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poorLike they understand you in the back of the jetWhen you can't put gas in your tankThese fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the checkAsking you to have compassion and have some respectFor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayIn their living room laughing like "what did he say?"[Chorus]AmenAmenAmenAmenAmen[End Chorus]In my living room watching but I am not laughingCause when it gets tense I know what might happenWorld is cold the bold men take actionHave to react or get blown into fractionsTen years old it's something to seeAnother kid my age drug under a jeepTaken and bound and found later under a treeI wonder if he had thought the next one could be meDo you see the soldiers they're out todayThey brush the dust from bullet proof vests awayIt's ironic at times like this you prayBut a bomb blew the mosque up yesterdayThere's bombs in the buses, bikes, roadsInside your market, your shops, your clothesMy dad he's got a lot of fear I knowBut enough pride inside not to let that showMy brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spineOn the back, he hand-wrote a quote insideWhen the rich wage war it's the poor who dieMeanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry like "what did he say?"[Chorus]AmenAmenAmenAmenAmenWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow you[End Chorus]</div></span>

 

[The Captain]

All my friends are Indians,All my friends are brown and red.Spoonman.And all my friends are skeletons,and they beat the rythym with their bones.Spoonman.

 

[jhowardfan]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (MrBigShot_23 @ Jul 2 2007, 02:11 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>This is by Linkin Park but the whole song is just Fort Minor rapping.</div>think you mean Mike Shinoda who is part of both LP and Fort Minor....

 

[Hoosier4life]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closestI saw them crumble to the Earth like they was full of explosivesAnd they thought nobody noticed the news report that they didAbout the bombs planted on the George Washington bridgeFour Non-Arabs arrested during the emergencyAnd then it disappeared from the news permanentlyThey dubbed a tape of Osama, and they said it was proof"Jealous of our freedom," I can't believe you bought that excuseRockin a Motherf*cking flag don't make you a heroWord to Ground ZeroThe Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7thThe New World Order was born on September 11th</div>Immortal Technique - Cause of Death

 

[gentile]

I know ya'll sick of me throwing up GZA verses, but this is the last one. As good as he spits, his stuff seems to read even better sometimes."Queen's Gambit"She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETSAn A-list actress, who was never walked off setsShe loved stuffed animals, especially BEARSWas a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peersA PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The WaltonsA former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHINWhen I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALSDrove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangledHad basic skills, and worked part time in millsRaised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLSHad a man who always roared like LIONA domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her cryingCouldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depressionShe was in the air, and there was some room for interceptionsI told her to stay strong, not to be ashamedYou're a "ten-I-see", you just need to TITAN your gameHer ancestors were CHIEFS, who ran with running deerOn the sail with the SEAHAWKS, who battled the BUCCANEERSThe REDSKIN garments, was suede coat linersHeld rare coins, frequently sought from gold minersThey were hard working warriors, we call over timersShot plenty arrows at COWBOYS and 49ERSHer interesting background, but quite unusualA great force grip, but out of bounds for a musicalShe told me to call her, if I came to townI started TEXAN her, soon as my plane had touchdownHolding my luggage, in the hand that revealed the bad scarsShe pulled up at arrivals, driving the JAGUARHer BROWN skin was soft, her legs beautifully shavenHer house was fly, sitting on the roof, was a RAVENAs we entered, I heard laughterShe walked into a large living room, I went after herThere was two of her, girlfriends, playing chess like they were VIKINGSMilitant as PANTHERS, they're resemblance was strikingHad on thongs, high heels, and belts that was garterEnergized like phones that just came off the CHARGERI introduced myself to gain yardagebecause anything less then smooth, would of been straight up garbageThe shorter one met me, when I had a sky pagerThought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERSShe took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in seasonOne of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezingI knew that I was gonna get, wined and dinedIt would of been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage lineNow I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-offOne removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick allShe caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvetDying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmetAnd I was thinking these girls was SAINTSBut it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paintBefore you know it, I had all three in a huddleBuckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddlesThey spread EAGLES like wide receiversAs I RAM them in the endzone, and they became true believers

 

[SirLaker]

Big L - I don't Understand It<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>There are too many mcs who are overratedYou ask me, they wasnt even supposed to make itIn the rap biz, they dont know what rap isSo give it up, become a actor or a actressOr a producer, cause you fail to use theMic right, so take flight before I bruise yaFor sayin those bull crap wack raps on waxYou need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contractHey yo, Im serious, big l aint playin gamesI should get foul and buck wild and start sayin namesBut deep down inside you know who you areYour rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstarAnd that really gets on my nerveWhen a rapper gets the credit that he dont deserveGoin platinum and dont have no soulSome rappers are mad nice and dont even go goldI dont like the way its goin downBecause it should be the other way aroundI dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)How mcs take this rap game for granted[verse 2]Mcs - whats goin on?I dont understand, man, how rappers cold transformOne minute youre hardcore and rawThats what you was known for, but not no moreYou changed, you rearrangedYoure not the same, your raps are blameThat explain why you lost your fameUsed to be on top, then you fell like rain dropsYou turned pop, now you no longer gain propsWhos fault is that? nobodys but your own, blackUsed to make fat tracks, jack, but now youre stone wackSo mcs, dont ever step out your rangeRemain the sameAnd only change with the timeUnless you get dropped like a dimeGo for yours like Im goin for mineBut if youre rough, stay rough, if youre dap, stay dapperAnd never try to look or even sound like another rapperJust fulfill your own needsSome rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)How mcs take this rap game for granted[verse 3]This is how it should be doneIm not the one, and my raps is strong like gumBut some mcs grab the mic and sound dumbPlus slum (how come? ) rap skills they have noneAnd I wonder how the hell they records sellThey raps are stale and frailthey're forced like fairy talesYour technique and everything you speaks weakYou got a little airplay because of your beatsYour fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, blackStep to this and get ran over like train tracksYour raps border wack, and you went on tour with thatCrap, dont understand it, cause rhyme skills you lackI got more soul that nike airs, givin mcs nightmaresRappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they dont write theirsBut still call themselves mcsPlease, how could that be?I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)I dont understand it (I dont understand it)How mcs take this rap game for grantedI dont understand it</div>

 

[iversonfan268]

313- Eminem<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become meIf you ever wanna be one seeEminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become meIf you ever wanna be one seeVerse 1: Eye-KyuYo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetimeMy slick a capella sounds clever with the beatsBoy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streetsForgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggednessWith the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga F*ck with thisI got more Different Strokes than Philip DrummoundOn open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bi*ch)We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made itThe escalated can be put to the test of greatnessSnatch the heart from MC's and I ate itSo I take it that's the reason I'm hatedTo represent my tempermentIf rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitantBut pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbateAt a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hateI blasterate, and have you all running master gatesAnd as for face clutching and touching the flowsI got them open like marijuana smoke up in your noseBucking these hoes, I got that sh*t down to a scienceLeaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have thatYou want your sh*t to blow up?Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that sh*t to kingdom comeThen bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing aboutAnd you all knew from MeekoThat you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou ForignoSo stop that bullsh** and flowYo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you knowChorus: EminemSo what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become meIf you ever wanna be one seeEye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313None of these skills you bout to see come freeSo you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become meIf you ever wanna be one seeVerse 2: EminemSo what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313You don't know sh*t so when you see one fleeYou can be Run-D, you'll never be the MCI stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a TI'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crashed the spotI'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master ScottYour ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember meI'll run your brain around the block to jog your f*cking memoryIt's either them or me man, kill or be killedYou will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billedMy facilities filled with fans, packed to capacityI'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shittingIf he's acting soft and he cowersHe better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showersYou flowers got no clout with a thingYou could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bangI showered the slang, simple as A,B,C'sSkip over the D's and rock the microphone with E'sDethrone MC's and I'ma max aloneRelax your dome like a solo from a saxophoneSo facts are known, writers get treated with shocksI rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocksI'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singersYou couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingersBut you can bring yours let's see what you gotBut don't front and never try to be what you're notCause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your backAnd F*ck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack Chorus: Eye-KyuSo what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313None of these skills you just seen come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become meSo you ain't ever gonna be one seeEminem: So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313None of these skills that you just seen come freeSo you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become meSo you ain't ever gonna be one see</div>

 

[And1Ba11a]

Im your favorite rappers favorite rapper I forgot who said this

 

[gentile]

Ten pages unfulfilling reminisceto slap these fake villainouscrap rappers that swear they killin ithalf of ya'll illiterate, it just seem tragicthat this beauty pageantgot nuts too dry to get blastedout of Johnsons dirtier than Magicplaying with yourself palm pilots made of elasticso just keep pullingyou just might find it, finish yo assignmentmy flow and rhymin aligned withaccrued blessins and lessons my mind still findinbut my - time expired, my rhyme retireddrop a couple Altoids from spittin all this fire.gentileRap Battle Thread Freestyle

 

[SirLaker]

2pac verse in 'Panther Power'As real as it seems, the American DreamAin't nothing but another calculated schemeTo get us locked up, shot up-back in chainsTo deny us of the future, rob our namesKept my history a mystery but now I seeThe American Dream wasn't meant for meCause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to mePromised me freedom, education, equalityNever gave me nothing but slaveryAnd now look at how dangerous you made meCalling me a mad man cause I'm strong and boldWith this dump full of knowledge of the lies you toldPromise me emancipation in this new nationAll you ever gave my people was starvationFathers of this country never cared for meThey kept my ancestors shackled up in slaveryAnd Uncle Sam never did a damn thing for meExcept lie about the facts in my historySo now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployedBut the government's glad cause they enjoyedWhen my people are down so they can screw us aroundTime to change the government now panther power

 

[Zards]

Still D.R.E. - Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>I'm representing for them gangstas all across the worldStill hitting them corners in them low low's girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friendWell, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping againKept my ear to the streets, signed EminemHe's triple platinum, doing 50 a weekStill, stay close to the heatAnd even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feetMy life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beatTreat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleepWake up in the A.M., compose a beatI bring the fire til you're soaking in your seatIt's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troopIt's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' CruI'm still at it, After-mathematicIn the home of drivebys and ak-maticsSwap meets, sticky green, and bad trafficI dip through then I get skin, D-R-E</div>

 

[SirLaker]

"at stage at your basics, you aren't half the man that I amI throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my handgive me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chainthat's your girl, bi*ch get over here, give me some brain"-Immortal Technique"The odds are stacked against us like a casinoThink about it, most of the army is black and latinoAnd if you can't acknowledge the reality of my wordsYou just another stupid mother *ucker out on the curbTrying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant waysBut you can't read history at an illiterate stageAnd you can't raise a family on minimum wageWhy the F*ck you think most of us are locked in a cage"-Immortal Technique

 

[junot111]

BALLIN

 

[PinoyDynasty]

Void In My Life -ChamillionaireFather say he a Muslim, your mama say she a ChristianThe Bible or the Qur'an, which one would you be pickingOne Mic -NasWhat you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashinWar gets deep, some beef is everlastinCaught In A Hustle -Immortal TechniqueI used to wonder(I used to wonder) why people don't believe in theyselvesBut then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone elseThey cursed us, to only see the worst in ourselvesblind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

 

[Zards]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe blows us all over these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose because here goes the cold waterHis hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes onthe the dum the dum the the</div>Lose Yourself - Eminem