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Beat Me

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if i'm not the crack of the cork and the shot in the arm across the room like a four alarm some kind of danger i look that way you try to be cool with little to say i can't be the calm your bottle of wine i have to be a quarter not a nickel and dimes i want to be the prayer answered when you meet me the pain the bat and the blood when you beat me because you're infallible bombastic sonically elastic entergetic spastic explosive plastic sculpture cast it mclaren pass it emotional strastic egg first crack it first date mack it suitcase pack it eight ball rack it sadness don't mask it thoughts schoolastic glockenspiel blast it pack of butts hack it a hit song track it hatred whack it sorrow sack it wasted drink it if you thought it think it like pretty and pink kid battleship sink it big dream make a bid do it you just did if i'm not the crack of the cork and the shot in the arm across the room like a four alarm some kind of danger i look that way you try to be cool with little to say i can't be the calm your bottle of wine i have to be a quarter not a nickel and dimes i want to be the prayer answered when you meet me the pain the bat and the blood when you beat me because you're impossibly protected criminally respected soulfully connected chaotically hectic temptress naked candycoat bake it dune city rake it concerns placated you know you have to make it if it's not broken break it it it's stolen take it answer with a bayonet dime bag stash it accelerator mash it get it out like an exorcist sado like a masochist nine o thrash it five o smash it hotel room trash it coming down crash it like pistols and pink sid stir it up and drink it big leap make a bid do it you just did if i'm not the crack of the cork and the shot in the arm across the room like a four alarm some kind of danger i look that way you try to be cool with little to say i can't be the calm your bottle of wine i have to be a quarter not a nickel and dimes i want to be the prayer answered when you meet me the pain the bat and the blood when you beat me the pain the bat and the blood when you beat me [x4]

Neck Uv Da Woods

OUTKAST "Hold On, Be Strong"
(Let's Get Ready/The Wood soundtrack) [Intro - Mystikal] This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin [Mystikal] I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?) And respect me for takin it to em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha [Hook - Dre] X 2 If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Big Boi] All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH Yeah know that East Point never stop like that All the way to Decatur [Hook] X 2 [Dre] Hey, what's your name? Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! in the State of confused City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue But Generation Y high to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks? Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter? Would you holler that I'm live and ask another? Or take no heat and run for cover? [Hook] X 3

All Star Chuck Taylors

ANDRE NICKATINA "Hell's Kitchen"
One thing I despise is a virgin's suicide Shere Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat Meanin if you don't have my dough I'm a blow fa show You better have heat when you hang with this villian Meaning that it's cold when I'm chillin Catch a fillin Slipped in on a banana peelin I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeeted to the ceiling I was like yo how that happen? Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin The one bullet, the right place at the right time Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line My style don't pump no blood It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine Man ectasy can twist yo spleen Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic Man I curse so much it's blasphemy But I do what the rap gods ask of me Have heart, have hustle Have heart if you don't have muscle bite the punk's ear in the tussle No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick Yet I spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me Pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors, stay laced like the mayor Street ball court player Rapid fire rhyme sayer You be like Nicky man no fair, real poppa I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper Reappear on Easter Pants in the heavy start to increase her T shirts with the vestes feature Miesha check it it's the God of Khan Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan Catch a feelin, slipped in on a banana peelin' You got a scheme homie what you dealin Man the bathroom tinted With the blunt wrapped dope in it It's like Popeye with his spinach Run around like you playing tennis And you still ain't finished International keep the party crackin like pistachios The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show Make a move with me birdy baby grab the dough like a linebacker I got a gift like a blind jacker Put a whole new six packer I'm the south paw with the lock jaw In the kitchen with the rock raw You remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains Man it's the shitty dope dealer Dirty worm catapilla We collide like the sun and the moon And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling Catch a fillin My chuck taylors got me creepin And rap dealin Come through and leave you stunned And in shock And leave my heart on the block like the lost glock In the bushes or woods man u did what you could With the little you got are you cold or hot Put it down with the plot, and got knocked And went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks Left it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks And the freak turned the spot into a hot box Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars Make my way to the bar and there you are Catch a fillin Hey sister give me some of those shoes

You'll Rock

LL COOL J "Radio"
[LL Cool J] The momentum of this party can only increase The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece You'll wanna kick steps to the musical feast And witness the force I'm about to release You'll rock!! [LL Cool J] I'm a professional producer of hip-hop songs In case you're unaware my beats are always strong I'll exterminate your crew if I don't like you with one rhyme I subdue my adversaries are through I'm the best, fascinatin' my names' Cool J I'm the royalty of rap, what else can I say Experienced, rhyme skilled, plus my voice isn't waxed Funky fresh party rocker, so let's face facts I'll dust a rapper off if I require practice Vocal cords so rough that I can eat cactus Choreographer of rhymes, best of all times Composition technican with the b-boy's mind Terrorizin' emcee's instructions in my path Make your girlfriend ask me for my autograph I'm the mic dominater, best of all times And you ain't heard nothin' till you heard J rhyme You'll rock!! [LL Cool J] Now I'ma tell you the mean behind the scratchin' sounds He's Cut-Creator - Philly-Philly as the DJ crown Me and him are imitatin' but never underatin' My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated The mission ain't complete without the use of his hands He makes my rhymes so fresher, my beat expands So I'll like you to meet him, but don't attempt to beat him A Five Man Crew, me and him will defeat them He'll scratch and wipe out all foes Turntable terrorizin' and I think you should know That were - high calibered and my names' J And for all you sucker crews it's Judgment Day To ring this encounter, I'm your rhyme sayer I have to say it girls, but yes, I'm a player Materials royal, I'm a'nating all Like brown with dimples and I'm six-feet tall And promoter of recordings that I call my own And I'll love to take one of you ladies home I'll complete and clear, infiltratin' your ears My litera-ture is above Shakespeare Emcee - a sucker natter and I just won't stop I'm the author and the designer of the jam you'll rock I'm a lyrical game on the heels of fame And the world is glad that Cool J came You'll rock!! [LL Cool J] Now I'm a dedicate this rhyme to my favorite street You think about it everytime that you hear this beat Any other jam you hear just dis-regard This is the National Anthem of the Boulevard See I'm loyal to the bully cause it tought me the deal Certainly the place to be and that's how I feel Farmers Boulevard, E-Love and me Cool J In the center of it all is a cute 3-A Forty-seven will surrender till emcee's in fear Queens Boulevard is soft, they don't come around here Quick as L's on my face I will hold my space And to taste, stimulate, and conduct the bait You'll rock!! [LL Cool J] Now I'ma kick it for the beat, check complete my mission Subtractin' emcee's like a mathematician Jammin' up the board at the rappin' commision Soul inventor of this composition I disintegrate rappers I can and I could Degrade egg your Al & Ol couldn't write this good But I'm the Warlord of rap with my own army Japans' whole military couldn't disarm me Super bad, cold-crushed, number one b-boy Like a paintin' from Picasso, I'm the real McCoy Crown-Prince of rappin', Godfather of bees Emcee's that need a new lady to feed You'll rock!! [LL Cool J] YouknowI'msayin' Break!! YouknowI'msayin' Break!! Break!! Break two!!

Say My Name

Xzibit feat. Eminem, Nate Dogg My Name [Eminem] This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me to do war, and try to bring my crew back down I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now [Xzibit] Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name [Xzibit] Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me There'd be no West coast without me Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival And now you tryin to act like my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All the horror (all the horrow) all the tragedy (all the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day you'll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in FRONT OF YOU! [Chorus] [Eminem] I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels I coulda snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you I Square Dance cause I'm sick of rappin circles around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out It's like I'm listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow You'd probably do better tryin to come and stomp me out You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about - c'mon (I) No gangsta you ain't either (Will) But I know that I spit Ether (Not) I shoulda crossed your belly (Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly X, pass me the weed, I'ma put my ashes out on his ass For the last time man.. [scratched] - Watch your fuckin mouth [Chorus] [Eminem] For the last time man, I'm through

Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others

Shai Hulud "That Within Blood Ill-Tempered"
Rest assured... This is sincere. This is true. Let this be my writ of misanthropy To a thankless world of men Who have perfected nothing. Save the art of accusation. Woe is he that feels compelled to pen. Even one word of hatred. I know the hate within passion With which I love is a travesty. Let this writ acknowledge these facts. How I miss the warmth of red blood... The color of pitch is cold and hard, And its merciless to the tenderhearted. How I miss the strength of red blood... Its susceptibility to burn jet, And the might to withstand a brutal scorching. How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood To the gross advantage... This blood must not go to waste. All is not yet lost. Take these words of blood ill-tempered. Take these words and Lut deep. Lacerate the soiled flesh. Impact the brittle bone. And we all will bleed together. May this blood pave the way to solution.. We have all been so wrong Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard Communication and behavior. Reason is clouding, Hearts are hardening, And the result is murder. This age is grave bound, Likewise its aging successors. Aging, all the while, descending - Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos. Life among hyenas and asps under vultures That pick at the corpses of the fallen. And man will continue to suffer unto itself Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example. Chaos must succumb to order Lest these days be numbered. I cannot contribute to disarray. I simply cannot relate. Let this be my act of defiance. Let this be my refusal to fit in. Let this be my writ of anthropy...

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