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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo lyrics - Road to the Riches

Truly Yours

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I run rappers like races cut them like razors Burn them like lasers and stun them like phasers Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks Give me a pen a typa writer then I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men With diction sparked from friction Plenty of dope like the pope cause it's a G Rap prediction Tower going outer space, louder bass Replaces the weak rap race Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes Another big man bashes Fright, it's a silent night but it's a violent fight My talent might explode like dynamite Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out Fast and at last all rappers passed out Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles Clear like crystals, loud like pistols Here to get it straight for the ‘89 era This is a killer G In a trilogy of terror Uh Yeah Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under Kool G Rap makes you wonder No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration Effort, for the method, meditation Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions Suckers'll end like divisions Listen I'm like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel Way more mysterious than Bermuda's Triangle Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit Like a do-it-yourself kit Then I'll hold your soul on a remote control So-called MC's will freeze so cold Then get viewed and examined in a test tube If you're a square, you freeze into an ice cube Talent switches, words to riches You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain G Rap, Polo, Doc the Butcher all together We're forever The trilogy of terror

Antisocial

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[looped sample] It's like antisocial hazardous portion organically nourished couraged to flourish and muses often Lunged nicotine dream missing languorous Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals Stonegates marching moodily until plural styles immaculated beautifully. Rudely awoke. Sing rumble blue conglomerates sucking up lung while brushing parasitic critics to my left side. I test glide kamikaze crashed to thoughtless on my preface. The therapeutic unit recommended. Now slow-mo Quasimotos teeter on ringleader status while I spit satellite photos while teetering on the stratus. Sleepwalking the atlas after none. Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain to one-oh-one. Run to organize my mood like quarterize my wound and climb up. Lovely samaritans line up like bar codes for a fraction of my factions. The hollow of his hand beholds contraptions via Amplified files collapsed in cacophonic conquest. My specs up. More postille and docile insubordinance your phylum. Chordata asylum swarmed your coordinates. Rush. Must not sleep, must warn others. I'll tourniquet your turbulence then trample on your stutters. If I could displace every vagrant in America with traces of my character the Earth would be a more pitiful habitat. With infinite acres of auto-cry eight can aid ya. Swung open the nomenclature to obscure wool-lock trickery. Pure Has not got tossed back by liquors supporting patience, working knuckles for audio duplication. That's like fiending for a purpose. [looped sample] Aesop Rock, prototype Robocop Jabberwocky rocking on the highest hilltop. I possess two siamese styles that's like connected at the mic hollering monstrous. Poly-tech impeded indidgy progress, deaf, Swept off your meridian. It's operation Start With a Slummy Raped Your Milk and Honey. Can I like, conjure up like all potent components of like, Middle siblings scribbling on his lonesome like, Hit him with my ninety-nine metal plated mics upon the wall, take them down, pass them round, rock them all. Bust it. I'm forever building my City of Lost Children ripping rungs off your ladder at a Sardonic smirk. Ebonics lurking where the crop circles got stamped out from the rain dance. Tsunami rain blast tipped off like origami frames and sloppy braincasted class-a-piece mastered to capture your flag then flutter. While slaves defy water, start roofing paper bags. The magic-maker dragging devils to add triple sixes melted triple glitches on your console. I calibrate my mics prior to claim and shit is rockable. Unlock and pull a backdoor for the bounce. While cannily panicking was the average. I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils. Caught up in scruples from the inimical nature of my program. Elegant, the overcast password cursed on a tactless bastard, catatonic until personal practice mastered. [looped sample]

Bad, Bad Man

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[John Cena] Aww, you done did it now Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man! They not ready - they don't know what's comin man! Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS! Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones You can't help but nod your head to the track Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker Everything that I be spittin is strong After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN [Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles] With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man [Tha Trademarc] We devils - rockin ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals And cats got one-liners, I drop several And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle I rip rappers and take responsibility for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date and ride beats, creep through side streets Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak Punchlines - man, don't even beg I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat [Chorus] [Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx] TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson Fightin in his prime, one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw Your face is a coat type raw And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man Yeah, check it out It's Bumpy Knuckles baby And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON! [Chorus]

5 Stages Of Consciousness

Killarmy "Dirty Weaponry"
Intro: Killa Sin, P.R. Terrrorist Yeah, yeah, one, two, check it out, yo 5 stages of consciousness right here You got your conscious, yeah know I'mean, word up You got your sub-conscious You got your super-conscious You got your magnetic-conscious *Various talk by both* [Killa Sin] Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waist None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did Perhaps you've got a child on the line and I got time for no pen See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, i'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [P.R. Terrrorist] Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror Killarmy running through your whole fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed [Beretta 9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains Took to much time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and emotion The aquizations to control my infinite devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots My dude is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would begin to strike I waste no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting We actually run this shit and defend *martial art sample* [Islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats Fuck the judges, cause they dont give two shits about us Black man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be specific [9th Prince] The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils Ceased the rebel and broke the god down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, Four niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head And watch your brains explode [Shogun Assasson] Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like coccaine Rebel dope that numbs your brain Like a shot of novacainne In your death you will feel no pain I should teach you with my sword And the clip was poisonous Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continousCause I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual fact be the proof The youth be the proof And the elders be the roots I stand solid, under firment This black man be the garment intelligent These be the word's for my testament Writen documents of the thought That makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops Mother fuckers

Back And Forth

Dismemberment Plan "Emergency I"
There's a kind of music that reminds me of you It's all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache And if it hits me right it's almost too much to take And it's got right angle razor thin lines That turn and swerve like perfect sines As we dress to the nines in an Attempt to leave it all behind In a search of the moment between the seconds where Everything is just fine That silver thread imbedded deep within our spines And I used to be kind of weird about this A fear of dependence on a guilty gilt-edged Hedged transcendence that makes us lairs And tense when we look down and realize That nothing really suspends us But it was never just another Saturday night Not with you in attendance So throw your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care It's on a whim; it's on a dare To shrug away what we can't bear And we're going back and forth And back and forth and back and forth and back We're going back and forth And back and forth and back and forth and back And it's a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us It connects us, a pulsing cellophane Party-train skein that helps us and Envelopes and keeps us locked inside Forever and ever along for the ride And we're moving through a phosphorescent gel A semi-solid self-lit ocean and it's a funny notion, isn't it? Yeah, but I'm kinda digging it And it's rigged and isn't nearly so big And it speaks only of its own Perpetual near miss Like the uncertain memory Of a stranger's mistaken kiss And faces slide by in glowing shadows Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down In epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers In a landscape of endless dull glitter And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there Somebody screamâ€'all right We'll try to fill the echoless night So fasten up and hold tight We can't give up without a fight And we're going back and forth And back and forth and back and forth and back We're going back and forth And back and forth and back and forth and back So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved And we were never connected or involved Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics With no time and no space and no schedule and no place And we pass right through it without a trace And sometimes that music drifts through my car On a spring night when anything is possible And I close my eyes and I not my head And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten Because you'll always be my hero, even if I never see you again

Slither

TECH N9NE
Intro It was a Friday night and me and my homeboys Decided to celebrate our departure from JCOR So you know us, we had to go to the strip clubs Everybody said they wanted to go to DJ's so we did. So we get up in DJ's and we got V.I.P. The owner shows us a lot of love, so he takes us To our seat and Trav orders a round of 151 and coke 4 all of us, and that's when I seen her A stallion ass like pow, Chest like bang, Lips like ew, an angel man but she had the devils eyes, I had to have her cat Verse 1 Pass me the 151 and coke cat, then later We'll find where the dope at, but hold that, I seen Somethin' so fat that I wish I could've drove back to Get my kodac Strip teaser lovin' who got the visa got it then she will Please ya nada then she don't need ya prada Gucci for leisure It's her duty to feed ya amnesia caribou and tequiza Off the turn buckle baby bubba had the booty and boobies It was a nudy so cudie was a cutie I gotta get near Her I got a mucho deniro look at her look at herself in The mirror moving like shakira Made my way to the front of the stage hunits for days The body I wanted to praise will she get with a nigga Maybe she bent over and said thanx and I whispered In her ear Chorus I love the way you make it slither baby, every night When I come thru that looks like somethin' that I Wanna run thru, (you want some ooow) you know I want you (Baby we can have fun too) (Repeat 2x) 2nd Verse Will she ask me for a lap dance? Then Trav said She too fine fat chance, boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap And I slap hands with millionaires and plus I got stacks Man She approached me slowly, holy moly, Chef Boyardees cheese And Beef ravioli hold me close nose be op, how much evil can Dough provoke (How much?) She told me nope Said this one was on her, I'm hoping I can get the chance To put in on her she slithered on me put the booty on My lap and got ta girating, was I waiting for the Pushin' grabbing and vibrating But this is really when my pupils got to dilating What kind of magical hocus pocus was I facing Over and over tried to explain it the best that I could She put her mouth on the crotch of my pants and said (hddddddd) Chorus (Repeat 2x) 3rd Verse Said she needed 400 to tip out I whip out the grip so Quick so we can dip out the trick house, told my homies Not to poke their lip out I'm going to rip out the guts and Try to throw my hip out Now it's time to trip out got at the bitch house was 3 Fine female roommates my homies missed out, took me to Her room and threw me right on the bed got right on the head What a wonderful night it was said Then along came 3, 36 double D. Sizes kissin' and lickin' On me and they comin' to do what wake my dude up but One of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood Then the other and the others, instead of bud lovers I'm trapped with blood suckin' mutha fuckas 4 eternity Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga all Because I said to a stripper I love the way you make it' SSSLITHER.

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