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Unread post by Jakk » December 13th, 2006, 3:06 pm

JME Awoh

my fav lines from the 3rd verus

JME, I roll on my own
You see me, but not my Kano
If you try mess with my du-rag
I will dislocate your nose
Furthermore I'll sprain your lip
Plain and simp


JME is big in the game

JME is bigger than the game

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Unread post by Mcminister » December 13th, 2006, 8:28 pm

scar face - the world is a ghetto

Lets take a journey to the other side
Where many people learn to live with their handicaps
While others die
Where muthafuckas had no money spots
And if they did then they ass went insane
When all the money stops
I'm from the ghetto so I'm used to that
Look on your muthafuckin map and find Texas
And see where Houston at
Its on the borderline of hard times
And it's seldom that your hear niggas breakin' and givin' God time
That's why i ask my moms to pray for me
Because I know that even I got to die
And he got a day for me
And every morning I wake up I'm kinda glad to be alive
Cause thousands of my homeboys died
And very few died of old age
In most cases the incident covered up the whole page
From Amsterdam to Amarillo
It ain't no secret
The world is a ghetto

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Unread post by Qdawg » December 17th, 2006, 1:43 am

im a D-blocker a G-locker only smoke if the weeds proper im a beat monster il shit on you & ya weak roster/ya aint rappers ya actors ya niggahs need oscars /im the illest to spit a verse since C-wallace/ philly niggah banging hard like rasheed wallace /im a true hustler you's a fu*kin buster im a tool bussa yous a fu*kin ducker you fu*kin sucker i dont step foot on the court but i still ball hard like the fu*kin rucker / black chuckers black socks & black thermal black burna..get back before i burn you / rap overdose i smoke haze till im comatose clap shots till the clip drop then reload the toast /you aint untouchable man ill have ya fu*kin crib look similiar to a columbine class room / im about to have the rap game in a bag soon / mid- winter i make shit hot like cancun / leave the remains of ya face shaped like a half moon /then skate off in a quarter to 8 the same color as a baboon / im on some other shit ...kidnap ya son from school tape him up then fill his azz up with a dozen clips / got you rap niggahs shook to death & im loving it im raw buck b*tch wrong niggah to be fu*king with /

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Unread post by Qdawg » December 17th, 2006, 2:02 am

[quote="Qdawg"]im a D-blocker a G-locker only smoke if the weeds proper im a beat monster il shit on you & ya weak roster/ya aint rappers ya actors ya niggahs need oscars /im the illest to spit a verse since C-wallace/ philly niggah banging hard like rasheed wallace /im a true hustler you's a fu*kin buster im a tool bussa yous a fu*kin ducker you fu*kin sucker i dont step foot on the court but i still ball hard like the fu*kin rucker / black chuckers black socks & black thermal black burna..get back before i burn you / rap overdose i smoke haze till im comatose clap shots till the clip drop then reload the toast /you aint untouchable man ill have ya fu*kin crib look similiar to a columbine class room / im about to have the rap game in a bag soon / mid- winter i make shit hot like cancun / leave the remains of ya face shaped like a half moon /then skate off in a quarter to 8 the same color as a baboon / im on some other shit ...kidnap ya son from school tape him up then fill his azz up with a dozen clips / got you rap niggahs shook to death & im loving it im raw buck b*tch wrong niggah to be fu*king with /[/quote]


d block brothers is cool with this ryhming shit but sometimes they go overboard...makes me wonder

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Unread post by Qdawg » December 31st, 2006, 6:14 pm

sonny Gramz - city of harm

" We niggahs focused on figures smokers & killahs living sinister politicians to ministers wanna administer punishments judgements of life sentences..still we running sentences & fu*k where they might send us..where deadly dudes clap heavy dudes for revenue dudes with rival crews they rivalries part of the daily news..they shitting on us..its bigger then me & you ..bigger then a six fully equipped with 22's...you need some heavy shoes to walk blocks corrupt cops peckerheads & columbo's chasing hustlas with jumbo's white tee gum sole timbo's & jumpo's knockers hop out checking nutsacks & buttholes...its crazy dangerous in the innercity mobbin in the mist of killahs pictures & fiends starvin...& the niggahs that dont get high ah hustle robbing for big faces pig chase us to stick cases & process & sit us in cages with sick cases on false charges..our wages bail to the meter quarter..quarter...hot pot & a scale & some baking soda all a niggah need to jumpoff flip it & cop harder...keep it official & stay with ya pistol & steer clear of courthouse east & clients miss you cause you sleep while you running them streets & they gon hit you ...with anywhere from 5 to 30...30 to life plus 20 they might even take ya life...they tappin our phones feds quick to run in our homes...cause the city aint tryna see another anthony jones mayor going under cover man they hoppin in holes....look good for the paper like to stoppin out flow block & i dont fu*k no its to late to hold...we already setting our ways man you fooling yahself...the murder rate sky high everyday a niggah die,some lose a father over a brother a mother cries...& we running capers on out of staters coming for paper if they mistake us for mayberry or green acres they gamble like las vegas scramble wont let law take us gaming law breakers we banish & toss figures in the mist of gorillas click feelings & good fellas we dont believe in heaven because home is where hell is...jealous turn into felons in the struggle for riches..seen a couple casket drops putting trust into bitches...world is richest see the government is but thats how they made us see they with us until they get into office & turn traitors..the label is AL-qaeda B-more we gon make it"

"from the city of harm where niggahs shoot it out in broad day..crime pays ..look at the murder rate we dying in the city of harm"

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Unread post by Sentenza » April 10th, 2007, 9:58 am

Living In This World

What's happening.. check it out
It's critical the situation is pitiful
Bear in mind you gotta find somethin spiritual
We never gain cause we blame it on the system
You oughta listen whether Muslim or Christian
or any other type religion or creed
Cause what we need is less greed
We can't continue to kill ourselves
We gotta build and expand our wealth
So one more time I'll design a rhyme divine
to educate and elevate your mind
Nowadays we gotta fight to live
Human means we got a right to live
without the homicide, without the genocide
Don't tell me let it slide, I'm feelin ghettofied
So be a soldier of truth
Protect the lives of our youth


What's happening
In the land of the free, home of the brave
too many of us reach such early graves
They tell us to behave, but they don't know
about the neighborhood drug flow
They don't know about the drama or about the guns
I ask how many politicians steal our funds
and how many officers will turn up corrupt
The governments don't care, they pass the buck
I'm growin tired of the trickery
and the misery, it's makin me kinda sick you see
But now I meditate, so I can get it straight
My thoughts penetrate, so I control my fate
So be advised by the wise and concious one
We take the easy way out, too often son
We better get some kind of work ethic
Realize it and correct it


What's happening
From New York to L.A., dead children lay
Victims of an unfair socie-ty
But for those who are blessed
we must correct this mess, or dissapear into nothingness
We're living in the age of doom
How many teachers reach all the kids in the classroom?
The beast is stalking us, but there's no stopping us
as long as we maintain the strength within us
Cause we're winners, descendants of the kings
They try to hinder us from doin our thing
So get the money, but spend it wisely
I get ill when the beats hypnotize me
Realize that the key
is for each, to master, his own destiny
Deal with reality, and keep a tight focus
Cause there's a lot we got to cope with

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Unread post by russian_gangsta » April 10th, 2007, 11:22 am

ONYX - IS MY favourite RAP GROUP

Slam
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!

Well here's another one (what!)
In the gutter one (what!)
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
Now everyone wanna sound (ya) grimey (yeah)
I'm gonna show you how come on (all and together now!)
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
Yeah!
That's how we gotta be
So stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on riker's isle
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
Criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my God I'm so high
Just they say a rodney say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children slam! slam!

Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!

I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (ooohh)
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing (aaahh)
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like jekly and hyde of corse
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult-erated, un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! you forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
Uh rule with the bads guys
The villian (juu), crooks (uuu), hot midas in confide us
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic
Directin' it, when y'all least expected it
And thought it was safe - onyx hit you in the face so,

Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!

(sticky fingaz)
I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (sonsee: and still undisputed!!)
He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues, I feel used and abused
And i'm.... so confused
Umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a whole generation
And unless you got 10 sssssticky fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru with a scam, a foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, just slam!

Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam!

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Unread post by SAINTJAYMES » July 24th, 2007, 1:04 am

hear you go dude knock yourself out post all the song lyricks you want right here

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Unread post by Old Shatterhand » July 24th, 2007, 2:05 am

Oh this is where it is. Cool. Got it now.

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Unread post by Wat It Do Baby Boo » August 21st, 2007, 2:50 pm

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Unread post by MiChuhSuh » August 21st, 2007, 4:34 pm

Too Poetic the Grym Reaper in "Dangerous Mindz"
Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo...
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, but if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
with just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essential to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
and the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid

Sent pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
Telapathist revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in,
to sell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidaled your wave not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own sh*t
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap, Grym blast
I make em "slim fast," lookin like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See sh*t is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
you better duck fate, or catch a f*ckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey








Too Poetic the Grym Reaper in "Unexplained"
Behind the ghetto plains, the warfare reign
Must we be the bearer of bad terror the mystery
behind the unexplained...
Let us pound it through your brains (through your brains)

[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
Yo I'm the immovable object, that dwells up in your project
Deeper than mob threats, the Reaper's on the set
Each word spring a cold current, to hurt niggaz
like old warrants, makin' em see, life insurance

plots unfold that rock rolls and rock souls
My title be the sniper inside of the foxhole
Data, scientifical, not just the typical
waste matter my third eye expands my peripheral
See I, only attack, savage animals
Damage em, horizontally plus diagonal-
-ly Enough to be traumatical my squadron
buries the beast, underneath, the New York City Botanical
Garden, I'm the Adam in the, Eve of Destruction
In volcanic eruption, biological dust
be turnin into anatomical rust,
leave you 'stonished and crushed

Ash to ash, dust to dust


[all together]
Check the smoky branch camouflage, geared down for warfare
Save your career if you walk here, the New York air
assault mortals, through they ear portals
Nowhere to hide when we caught you in the crosshairs

Behind the ghetto plains, the warfare reign
Must we be the bearer of bad terror the mystery
behind the unexplained...
Let us pound it through your brains (through your brains)

MiChuhSuh

Unread post by MiChuhSuh » August 21st, 2007, 4:35 pm

Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in,
RIP - Grym Reaper forever!

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Unread post by Christina Marie » August 25th, 2007, 4:18 pm

I havent been to this thread in a while. Some good stuff here :)

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Unread post by MiChuhSuh » August 26th, 2007, 3:31 pm



Too Poetic the Grym Reaper in "Unexplained"
Behind the ghetto plains, the warfare reign
Must we be the bearer of bad terror the mystery
behind the unexplained...
Let us pound it through your brains (through your brains)

[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
Yo I'm the immovable object, that dwells up in your project
Deeper than mob threats, the Reaper's on the set
Each word spring a cold current, to hurt niggaz
like old warrants, makin' em see, life insurance

plots unfold that rock rolls and rock souls
My title be the sniper inside of the foxhole
Data, scientifical, not just the typical
waste matter my third eye expands my peripheral
See I, only attack, savage animals
Damage em, horizontally plus diagonal-
-ly Enough to be traumatical my squadron
buries the beast, underneath, the New York City Botanical
Garden, I'm the Adam in the, Eve of Destruction
In volcanic eruption, biological dust
be turnin into anatomical rust,
leave you 'stonished and crushed
Ash to ash, dust to dust


[all together]
Check the smoky branch camouflage, geared down for warfare
Save your career if you walk here, the New York air
assault mortals, through they ear portals
Nowhere to hide when we caught you in the crosshairs

Behind the ghetto plains, the warfare reign
Must we be the bearer of bad terror the mystery
behind the unexplained...
Let us pound it through your brains (through your brains)

MiChuhSuh

Unread post by MiChuhSuh » August 26th, 2007, 3:33 pm



He's the first guy in the video

Too Poetic the Grym Reaper in "Dangerous Mindz"
Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo...
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, but if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
with just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war

With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essential to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
and the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid

Sent pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
Telapathist revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in,
to sell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidaled your wave not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own sh*t
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap, Grym blast
I make em "slim fast," lookin like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See sh*t is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
you better duck fate, or catch a f*ckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

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Unread post by Sentenza » December 4th, 2007, 7:16 am

This is one of my favorite ones lately....

L'école De La Vie- School of life - Medine

My bad for the rough translation :lol:

What does not break your back makes you stronger,
All the more if you provided the effort,
the brave will move mountains,
in the school of life where you bite the dust,
with a victorious look and lots of heart to work,
For the short tempered, those who channel their rage
for those who fear defeat , who dread to be burned
those who fight will grow wings in their thirst for success
Listen, I was told i would be the last
For those who reached their goals and started as last
who shed tears for a second for their moms,
who light a light in the darkness,
Honor your family, your brothers and your loved ones
keep the good things as your virtue, and finish your school,
Your enemies will reassure your value
Do not lose time, but rather be on time
In morality, courage and love
Honor values and be good in return
For the sisters who have their heart in their hand
Who stood up in the morning and already worry about tomorrow
who are living simple and still have nothing but class,
14.25 a light to our fathers
For our sisters, our mothers, our brothers big and little

Listen

Respect the Almighty, respect the newborn,
calm down his parents who worry themselves sick,
over his bullets, his boys, or his money
which does not kill makes you stronger
Neither money nor wealth, no noise, no odor, no superficial things,
Generation of effort
From the lowest to the highest is the law of the jungle
It is respect for our fathers
Respect for our lands, the brilliance of the light
It is our destiny, our prayer
The school of life where you bite the dust
First on the podium and the victory is in his eye
Make the effort and draw from the source
As a true example, be at the head of the race
Excited, the greater the challenge
a student of life, a devastating hurricane
i would be better then billions,
making a talented step right into the anthill
break all records, make the world stand still
It's for my lions, tigers and my panthers
The endowed with intelligence, always on their toes,
14.25 a light on the earth
In ink on paper, Medina for my big and small brothers

Listen

What does not kill makes you stronger
Neither money nor wealth, no noise, no odor, no superficial things
Generation of effort
From lowest to highest is the law of the jungle
It is respect for our fathers
Respect for our lands, the brilliance of the light
It is our destiny, our prayers
The school of life where you bite the dust

What does not kill makes you stronger
Neither money nor waelth, no noise, no odor, no superficial things
Generation of striving
From lowest to highest is the law of the jungle
It is respect for our fathers
Respect for our lands, the brilliance of the light
It is our destiny, our prayers
The school of life where you bite the dust


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