WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - Wu-Tang Forever

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[Method Man] Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like [*long inhale*] [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in [*gun blast*]

Forever

Eightball "Living Legends"
Ooh la la bangladesh.. Heyyy... [Hook - Lloyd] See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty songs tucked under the prone [MJG] I keep a big old nigga beater heater Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater Im make them say skeeter skeeter Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts [Hook] [Eightball] Yeah man.. Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics I try to give it to them just how it come to me Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood Nigga [Hook] [MJG] You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to (?) Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake That you just made, thinking a player could get played Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya FIRE! [Eightball] Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out [Hook]

My Name Is

EMINEM "Slim Shady LP"
Chorus: repeat 2X Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?) My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?) My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..) And Dr. Dre said, 'Slim Shady you a basehead!' Uh-uhhh! 'So why's your face red? Man you wasted!' Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off! Chorus [Eminem] My English teacher wanted to have sex in Junior High The only problem was my English teacher was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Owwwwwwww!) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, killing pedestrians raping lesbians while they screamin : 'LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!' Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!' Chorus [Eminem] Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup!) Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too) I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!) I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had Chorus

Legit Ballaz

TWISTA "Legit Ballin' - Vol.1"
Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin' blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money Getting down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody Havn't you heard off these muderous cats, ballin' for scratch Niggas shootin' nervous with gats, so hot we circle this drought I drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be 'fuck tommorow' Sorrows improbable In Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured, crumble like crackers Rush the stage, allow the crowd to witness your massacre You ain't bone, you're marrow, the lead travels from barrels Bloody apperal, unravvle, chances is narrow Thugs get judged when I drop slugs like gavels Embarrassed and baffled Got people and cattle getting slaughtered in battles In gang land, we bang and ride, vibed gettin' high Ain't no explaining, represcussions if you don't comply Get ready motherfucker, my city's full of brothers who struggle Breed's, T's, I's, U's, C's, Four Corner Hustlers Black souls, magic kings and if gats could sing My lyrics squeeze desert ease will rock you to sleep Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin' blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' water When y'all come up shorter Try to come at the mob and get your body slaughtered I got love for all niggas yelling out 'fuck the police' I'm a Jeffery Manor Gangsta wit' the mobsta elites Legit Ballers the family 'til the day that I die They let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi' Lettin' off rounds, fifty rounds, 'bout to shut you bitches down From the Manor in that K-Town, I say it's too late now For you niggas that hate now, better stay out my way now Before you end up facedown You motherfuckers don't know a thang about me I roll wit' G's from Cabrini down to the Ida B's Lakeside, 9-Tre, the Long City Wild Hundreds got love for that nigga Nitty Give me room when my adrenaline rushing Cause if I go in that trunk, you know I'm 'bout to start dumping You hear the cries as the bullets fly by And in the end that motherfucker died Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin' blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money Gettin' down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody Hungry, I was lookin' for the fetti', ready With the mental that was heavy, now her niggas ain't ready Fuck the Navigator, we was filling holes in that 87' Chevy Sitting on thirty-thirties Selling leaf and syrup on the corner trying to stir this Had a strap with the handle that was pearly Up early, () Know the game don't scare me, competition better flury or get buried Either scuffle or scurry, brother hunt the word down If you want a piece better hurry Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip But there's really no need for you to say we ain't shit Got up the cheese by telling motherfuckers freeze, and run in their cribs Now we like to ball legit Got to get up off the gold and the dick Roll with a clique of hustlers thats strugglin' Pistol bustin' and mean muggin' Get up out the way my armored heavy family huntin' Cause ain't nothin' gonna stop us from rollin' Rap flow and the strap holdin', tired of feeling like I'm closed in In the back, roll in on my ass when we got going Out the back door like smoking, and tripping on the brink of success or failure Momma, I can't call when I'm caught in the thin line And it's kinda hard to tell ya' But on the blood of my city, I'm a' keep crawling up the barbed wire Hold your guns higher, cause ain't none higher Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin' blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stacking bread And be ready for the armageddon Try to come at the mob and get your body deadened

Intro

JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz. He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath. I remember him! And he came up here? Yup! He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video. Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore. Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath. That was short. He never even got a chance to put out a single. That was very short-lived, what happened? [Joell Ortiz] I don't know, shit, you tell me All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!) I still got the streets in a frenzy Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my Chevy I hop on any beat and I empty When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere like Dikembe Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me But let me make this so clear My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and ain't goin nowhere Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!) 'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose hairs (ew!) Nothin but flow here (look) Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there I'm fueled by the energy my foes share I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer So not an industry nigga Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz) Same kid, same hunger, same drive And I tip my hat to those that tried But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do it? (man) Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA movement (ay!) The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid I parallel park grind, put my back into it Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!) Failure? No, not me That ain't gon' cut it, on my three Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt My whole life been in a ring, don't ever count me out

Second Round K.O.

CANIBUS "Can-I-Bus"
{in the first section Tyson speaks over the Rip Rock instrumental} [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man, whassup man I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean Talkin foul bout you the other night on the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn't with that but I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right But you seem like you got true game But.. peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it Get up in this ring man put on these gloves Let me show how to handle yourself man You don't got nobody out there with you I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man Niggaz talkin that shit about you.. Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast Hey man they been playin me all my life man You know I won the title a couple of times did right No but they can't hurt us man We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves Let me show you how to handle this yourself man [Canibus] So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+ I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showin off your body cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you wanna fuck with me You must be crazy! You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga [Referee] Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there (Yo, get off me man) We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks (Yo, yo get the fuck off me man) If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha (Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit) You understand (Fuck you!) You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!) Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!) We came to see a fight [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man We're warriors man, when we go into battle we come out, or don't come out at all [Canibus] Yo You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse That shit was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul rest in peace kid It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself trained to run 20 miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack shittit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+ and I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker [Referee] Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man You in and out and you're agile with you flow man But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man They have no business to be in the same stage with you holdin the mic with you But dig right... But dig right... But dig right... But dig right... Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner That's your agenda baby Your your agenda to to consume them Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence The Canibus is here to rule forever Mike Tyson, on the death

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