Haha, nice to see you brought this thread back Marth, Hip Hop needs a good thread like this... but yeah, its been awhile since i've really posted here for real. Anyways, lets see if I can think of a REALLY good song.
"IN BETWEEN US" - Nas' verse!!!!!!!!! This shit is sick.
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost
It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping
Oh shit, this little nigga's thuggin'
I mean, I was thirteen
I was nursing a knot on my face
But chose another time and a place
That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same shit
Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night
Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting
Hit 'em or slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife
I tried to give another nigga' advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?
How many niggas do you know get two
Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life-bid
Be one in your crew
I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, catch detremental to a young disciple
Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It not your enemy who get's you
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
damn the lyrics, beat, & chorus were all dope in that song
Some more Kool G n Nas
Fast Life
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty calis
Rockin lizard ballys while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-os then parlay in reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
Weve seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
Thatll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our giorgio armanis
You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a coke without the cola
Me and black dont fake jacks but we might sling one
It aint no shame in our game we do our thing son
__________________ "You wanna get away with murder kill a rapper" -KRS One
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
__________________ "You wanna get away with murder kill a rapper" -KRS One
Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,
Fuck a fair one I get mines the fast way,
The ski mask way,
Uhh,
Ransom notes,
Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,
[What ya' tote]
more guns than roses,
Foes is,
shaking in their boots,
Invisible bullies like The Gooch,
Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,
Take them rhymes back to the factory,
I see,
The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,
The shit is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,
You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,
You shoulda been a cop...fuck hip-hop,
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
__________________ "You wanna get away with murder kill a rapper" -KRS One
Lets kick some old Eminem... I'm talkin very old Eminiem too. "313" off of his first album "Infinite". Anybody who doesn't have this album, get it now... Its one of best I've ever heard (srsly).
[Verse 2: Eminem]
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their
fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
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