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All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, 'I knew he'd amount to nothin' Neighbors like, 'He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin?' Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wyahhhhh I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and -- what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click or some random kid you smoked buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us in the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+ A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up Chorus

The Body Rock

P. DIDDY
[Puff Daddy] See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does it drop cash like a slot Does it stay streeted go pop Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop Chartin number one, drinks in the sun Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon All a brother know is make the hit get the dough Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though It's my thang my slang Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point Don't smoke a spliff on the joint And when you see they on point Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures Gettin all up in they bitches Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh [Rampage] Aiyyo I'm on to the next level I'm gettin rich, friends said I switch I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o you never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black or Phillipian The way I eat my shrimp with steam I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last Chorus: Busta Rhymes To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say 'Don't stop the body rock' To my people in the back if your not a wack a say 'Don't stop the body rock' To my people in the left if you hot to death a say 'Don't stop the body rock' To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say 'Don't stop the body rock' [Mase] Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready Juice heavy back in blue Chevy See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda Cause I'm more in a broad way With all A's and platinum There been many things we touch Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8 And every week I have to re-up So what, so what [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit U u u u u oh y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y'all turn savage Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo' Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home Chorus 2X

The Body Rock

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
(feat. Mase, Puffy, Rampage) [Puff Daddy] See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does it drop cash like a slot Does it stay streeted go pop Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop Chartin number one, drinks in the sun Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon All a brother know is make the hit get the dough Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though It's my thang my slang Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point Don't smoke a spliff on the joint And when you see they on point Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures Gettin all up in they bitches Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh [Rampage] Aiyyo I'm on to the next level I'm gettin rich, friends said I switch I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o you never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black or Phillipian The way I eat my shrimp with steam I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say 'Don't stop the body rock' To my people in the back if your not a wack a say 'Don't stop the body rock' To my people in the left if you hot to death a say 'Don't stop the body rock' To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say 'Don't stop the body rock' [Mase] Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready Juice heavy back in blue Chevy See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda Cause I'm more in a broad way With all A's and platinum There been many things we touch Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8 And every week I have to re-up So what, so what [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit U u u u u oh y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y'all turn savage Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo' Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home [Chorus 2X]

The Stick-Up

ACTION BRONSON "Well-Done"
The tangible goods, that's all I'm interested in Bronsolini and I'm better than the best of them With the power invested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski The watch spin perpetually, time for compensation Babies need shoes, Bronson keep pounds of weed only three brews Long jackets, curly hair like I'm Hebrew Fabric with the green ink had been the root of evil Gotta get it on the late night, sun rise Ain't never trynna see the look of sorrow in my son's eyes What about a refill of the ganja when the blunt dies New Yorker Mangold see me playing on the front lines Two sixty five eight, the beard gumbo Three pointers in the park for a clean hundo Cream Caddies, hookers in the back of it Spectacular shit, the resume immaculate [Hook:] Better have my money Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up Better have my money Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up Yo, vicious chowder Asian bitches sniffin' powder Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour 992 is scripted on the balance Got talent, but all we really love is valence Laid in the palace like a sultan Polo on my back cover the Carhartt king And that's for certain, hung like a curtain Pussies get the drapes Motherfucker know you in the Planet of the Apes shit Dusty bottles from a cellar in a foreign land Dr. Lecter, digging in your sister's rectum Sweetbreads and capers, Martusciello to evade the danger But I really wanna taste the paper Golden bars from the treasury, spit cleverly I'll leave it neverly, lappin' in the Beverly Deadly medley, mashing on the pedal, B Light on my complexion but I'm heavy on the celery [Hook]

Just Rhyme With Proof

PROOF
Eminem Are we supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town Proof Eminem ft. Proof ....Then You get done up in chalk Yo.... Eminem We ready...we ready .. we ready.. we ready ? Ready to hold it steady....Speakin of hold it steady.... You can hold my nuts steady and then.... I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl... If you're a girl then you're my world...And I will kill anybody... That means... you, her or him It doesnt matter cuz I'm Eminem And I'm Slim...I'm also slim and your future's Whim Proof Ha ha....don't stop D-12 y'all...yea we bust it off the top We get in that ass Preparation-H style Knock more boots than that group H-Town (Booo!) Everybody tryina tell us to wait now You look dumb as fuck...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown (hahaha) Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this... Wassup to Bizzare Kid Targets get hit and liftoff Here it is we bout to rip off Lick shots...no time...we gettin dick snot Emzy... Eminem Speakin of lift off.... I'm blastin off...your ass is soft...so I'm startin to jack off Cuz I'm so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley... The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly Couldnt remember it cuz I was Infinite And I met ken Kaniff in Connecticut He said his predicits and pronouns and wanted to throw down And he said I like you...and then he walked up and said let me snake bite you And I said hell no...kicked him with my shell toe... Gave him a elbow...Ayo Proof ...go.... Proof Yo it's the D to the 1 - 2 What you wanna get done to... Your chest plate...eradicate Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is... Freestyle...no need to write shit...cuz when we write shit Y'all like to bite shit...that why street light up when we write stuff It's time to be the champions at this...it's D-12 1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big proof Knockin over Igloos in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator It's time to get down one time for those that dont know us Girls wanna blow us like Monica....Lewinsky Come against me... Eminem Go and see I'm an invincible Mc If you dont believe it then you wanna try to convince me That you're doper than me...which we'll hope You would hope to be....but hopefully I will rock globaly And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide (wide, wide) Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side... Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries And still missed it I got a fuckin mental illness a gentle stillness... Violence...complete silence is what I need in the room while I freestyle What I need is to do...what is need is smoke weed and brew And......smoke brew ? You don't smoke brew... If you do I'll choke you and then I garauntee I'll out smoke you You're crew's a joke too and i can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you.... Proof Stick it in there....rock with my cock on sky rock Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock) Get..(get) yeah we come to rock....(it) So don't get in the way cuz we gon drop....(shit) Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op....(tic)....(tock) We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come to rock The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now it'

Go Ahead Den

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Quest For Fire: Firestarter Vol. 1"
[Kardinal Offishall] Alright Yo, I'm bust I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it Here we go here we go Yo My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme My whole steez nigga please, put the mic down Talking 'bout you represent, when you embarrassing your town Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown Silicone raps underneath that pink gown Posing as a killer when you living as a clown Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound You a has-been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice Saying I'm independent now, looking for a new life A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame Guess starring in the Basement, living off of Tigga's name My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas Living underground trying to earn the pop loot 'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot No patience for the weed, not quick enough to tief Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat I might smile, up in your face and then jack your S-P [CHORUS 1: Kardinal Offishall {CMD}] Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree T-dot represent, ya hearing me {Go ahead den} Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper With flows you don't know, how a firestarter go {Go ahead den} Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky A make way when I'm stepping in the room {Go ahead den} Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen {Well go ahead den} [Kardinal Offishall] Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex Delivered to your Jubby, my charms tribes quest for hot sex No bust for the next can protect It's when the I drop, the niggas saying 'what?' And the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wet I'm dripping in 'nuff girls, and missing what we trying to say But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind Oh damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out But oops, your weave just fell out Ha ha I'm straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter The story of Hurricane, and imported sugar cane And snappy pop coming out three for a dollar What, Peter loves who? Yo don't bother to hail it up In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat And find your head caught between timbos and concrete And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day But do what to do and yo who am I to say I just want your records sales anyway You see me [CHORUS 2: Kardinal Offishall {CMD}] Someone kill to try and come up with the things that I say I'm a bad mother-yo {Go ahead den} I'm too fresh like Guess-V, in a special way (special way) But everyday {Go ahead den} [Black Thought] "It's no way we can rock after them" [scratched by DJ Tracks] [Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo I'm kick another one, another one for the mic, know what I'm saying Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbours Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver Up in one, kick real raps for fun I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun I try not bus' until I'm sure she cum If I get a little hit, check I out the whole long My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes Anyways I try to uplift, but not too serious yet Because too much to say makes a negro's a threat So we talk about sex and promote the drug game Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name Cha, I'm trying to get my Mom's out the ghetto And you would too if you could flow, stupid! [CHORUS 1] [Black Thought] "It's no way we can rock after them" [scratched by DJ Tracks] [KO] DJ Tracks

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