Musical Influence

“I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass’
I don’t discriminate, I regulate every shade of the (ass)
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat (ass and) breasts, highly intelligent bachlorettes
That’s the best, I won’t settle for less
I wanna ghetto brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf”
-Big Punisher

“And if there’s crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Food Stamp arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn’t want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil, that’s a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it’s core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be vic-tims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that’ll sick ‘em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can’t drop shit if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and m.c’s with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
"No doubt"
I’ve got that Eve’s Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillin’s
One is in their mouth the other, does the killin’
I’m Vast Air, Kramer, top billin’”
-Cannibal Ox

Styles P Nigga! Wyld Out!

sick hook from em:

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you’re as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

Before you used to rap like the Fu Schnickens
Nas designed your blueprint, who ya kiddin?
Is he H to the izzo, M to the izzo?
Fo shizzle you phony, the rapper version of Sisqo

Wow Kenny you are buff for that one. Next time I’m coming more vague!!

Not just Styles P but its the LOX

What, uhh, yo
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains till things change
They strain to slang sling, I?m trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by king james
Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress the status of cleopatra?s
Stacks of mathematics took the ? ego-a-geatics?
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip mo?s with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for moses
Shine permanently only my mind?s concernin me
Fire burns in me eternally time?s eternity
Followers turn on me they?ll be in a mental infirmary
Determinely advance technology better than germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for noah
From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround saturn
From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain?t it vicious
Date back I go beyond check the holy qu?ran
To speeches at the altar on, now we get our party on
So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue
They expectin, the next testament by the god
I blow em through battlezones with chrome for chaperone
Blast beats with saxophones one of the baddest rapper?s known
Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
Isle and alley and meadow theories ferile enough to echo
When it was one mass of land, with one nash? of man
And the whole mass was ran under one master plan
Since the world?s metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin off but the needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors
It?ll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers? , to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip-hop is I?m always ready to drop it
From the mind which is one of allah?s best designs
And mines?ll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

Whoever can tell me this… I give you props cuz it wasnt even in myprime yet but i grew up to it…

And now cheaterface… you kno who im talkin to…:arazz:

Do you have their Sometimes Alone album? It has a full version of Under Star on it. It’s gets better when the singer starts singing “Go… all… the… way”! Actually, I like to mimic Ippo’s finishing move his did to Sendo when I use Dudley. I do Liver Blow (:r: Mk)-> Gazelle Punch (Jet Upper)->cancel-> Dempsey Roll (Rolling Thunder + :r: & PPP). The trick is to make sure the Jet Upper stuns them so that the delayed Rolling Thunder drags there fallen body across the screen and when the finally get up Dudley starts wailing on them with the Rolling Thunder. I usually holler out “Leeva blow, Gazelle Paaanch, DEMPSEY ROLLLLL!” when I do it. Deep down… Under Star is playing in my head when I do it.

“2000 B.C” by Canibus:
:r: Clip here

Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin’, speed is the object
Weavin’ and dodgin’ with defensive blockin’
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga,
Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,
Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

Chorus

Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!)
Live for it (die for it!)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I’m handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I’ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
you mad at the last album, I apologise for it,
Yo, I can’t call it, motherfuckin’ Wyclef spoiled it,
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up and put a dime on it,
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I’ma shine on it,
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 O’Clock in the morning you’ll be standin on line for it
I’m a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it
Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it

Chorus

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father forgive Bis,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
Coz they sounded like idiots
They went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millenium they’ll probably be wearin’ Iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they’d probably cum helium
Y’all niggaz can’t be serious,I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night
I was born with a mic
Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin’ and aerial strikes
Before MC’s picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin’ and ?posterlights?
The Can-I-Bus’ll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight
For the title bought fight
Ask Top Phife, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice
Gimme that mic!

Chorus

:wonder: Yeah, I’m a fan of Canibus… dood.

Yeah I can vouch for him not only spitting that grossosity, but he had this look like it was the hottest shit to ever grace the mic, I was rollin when young fresh sent me that.

More Gross Wayne:

-When I was 6 my favorite movie was the gremlins that aint got shit to do with this just thought that i should mention.

WTF

-Fly like an eagle but no im not donovan, boy ya betta go eat some soup wit ya mom and dem.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZY

Hottest thing to grace hip hop in years, get on this please.

Im feelin like Im at the height of my jump
While ya’ll pivoting, while ya’ll visiting, Im living in here
Balling in here
The hundreds and fifty’s and cheeseburgers,
The twenties is balled up, you looking for singles, they all in the air
The hundreds of bitches that we murder
We aint literally speaking, we just team up and we,
squirt it all in their hair
Give her some coke and a promise, give her some nut in her throat
She suckin she spitten up coke in her vomit/ (get it)
Pardon me miss Im just fed up, with the way the system is set up
the shit , they had me livin’ in prison was better
Rhyming perfection, is it a set up? to give me a year in the county
around the time of election, or should i just shut up, zip it and kick it
Try to get you to picture the vision, lyrically this is my petition to picket
Free me or eventually see me, the heat in my belt
Hangs a inch from my peepee like the key to my cells
the sense of me is the sense of my cd
which inspires me to spit what will, eventually be the key to my sales
Times is changin everybody guide the same
But their minds aint so to talk about their kind is dangerous
Blacks against affirmitive action, sounds insane
Theres war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin
A dead mans’ a dead man they two of a kind
You cant break me!! Im Head standin Doing my time
Theres nothing my crew makin my bread
While im in jail
Had niggaz buffin my boots and makin My Bed
Time will tell who down to bail
If you getting down,then how wild your arms will flail
when i bomb, I unwind like a spawn from hell
the Only shots you taking are those that evolved from shells (BLOAW!!)
:THE FOLLOWING NAME HAS BEEN EDITED TO KEEP THE PEACE:
Something is on your mind then nigga say it, you scared!
If i was trying to X you out then you know you’d be dead
You need beef with me like you need a hole in your head
You little stone throwers
You signed to a label ass niggas aint saying shit untill you own yours
Whenever them trigga’s is buckin
I gotta write a letter to trojan, requestin them niggas to up it
Cause my dick get bigger, my balls get larger
To a size that my drawers cant swallow, for yall its suicide
The verbal amphetamine the quotes this coke laces
Inserted with ketamine when spoken their pulse sate(pooof)
EarthQuake!! Huston we got a problem
Setting your turfs straight
Your troops I private piles em’ up, the holocaust you pay
Is hitlers way, you diss me you get merked for christmas
But The curse is giftless, im the first to spit shit
From a Podium, go to your local church to get this
Yall sell chickens I only serves the bisquit
Leave your blood on the street, get a curb of blisters
Chicken noodle soup, your brains let it rain
Then I clear it out, all the vets say im official
And you can ask Diddy but now that im doing time like Shyne,
Nigga I probably will Press Play on a pistol
Political Prisoner, got ammo around my torso like Rambo
Banana around my waist like Im a gorilla
Its time to apply my pace now on the fo’ Realla’s
Bandana Around my Face like Dead Prez
…Take a Breather…
You are now riding wit who flow the flyest
So lie us inside who jesus has chose who Hov inspires
Extreme formula in this chess game
Accept change. You the king? He the queen cornerer
Best thing spittin since a geyser
The methane rhythmic supplier, written wit the fire
Doused by the best team wit em when he ridin- OUT
Cause the check flame when it get divided ABOUT
Niggas livin through decisions
Learnin and givin you the business
Quittin is a privilege
Suited at a funeral killin any witness
Over dead press, Im here to view the digits
Clearin out the airspace, pointing out who aint there (me)
Gods gift to this world, Im goin out wit reindeer (me)
Comin back, Ill bang ya (me)
Leap year is a thing of the past when I return and spring from my ash
Like a deranged angel who came cause you asked (haha)
But I aint here to save you, I came for your ass
Its sort of like the reaper, blowin at your concert
Weed right through the speakers, knowing that its Gods work
Rap is a prison thatll trap you in freedom
The contradiction of your pastor after you see him
I dont have to proceed with no masters degree
To change the art, I came and waxed the museum
I saw, I conquered; I paused my diss
To do a bid so yall could spit bout how you do it big
Nigga is you grown or you a kid?
You trash and dont make me blast and turn your dome into a lid
Open your mind, put lead in your brain
You dope for your time, Im ahead of yo game
The doors open and Im in it
Im so focused you still focussin
And when Im finished you gon be hopin theres still openings
Maybe I lucked up
Either Im straight crazy or slavery got a nigga fucked up
Eminem and Kramer, the minimumll blame em
The average nigga got their words spinnin in they changers
The average nigga raised by the average nigga, eh
Its the average nigga way to say nigga wit a- A
Riddle em and hit em with the K- let it speak
When he fiddle with the trigger let him kill im- what to say?
Sodom or Gomorrah? Which one are you the more of?
Chevys sittin on 30s or 20s on the Soarers?
Fienin for that spot
The money bout to burn a hole in my pocket
So I got to extinguish that wit a buck(??)
Put it out wit a Phantom bring it out on the block
With no driver
Hoes, yall wanna ride or not?

You have to think…south…he’s from the south…shit happens in the south.

Wayne…is boss… dont care.

My favorite part from my favorite Dr. Dre song of all time, A Nigga Witta Gun. Song is still hard.

Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
Real G so don’t doubt it
I’m the one who’s doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when I’m packin a gun
You don’t believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die yous a buster cause real niggas don’t die

Keep It Coming!

I got these freaky hoes
Clappin they hands, stompin they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can’t even call it
A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and said don’t let nobody know
A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo’ sixty-fo’, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo’ days, pimpery pays
And I bet you didn’t know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mall
They be beepin me and shit, but we don’t kick it no mo’
Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts
But beitch, I’m out ya pussy when I nut, f’real

Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feels, big deal go in the garage and switch wheels, my chicks real with monage and tip drill, give me a massage and let me how those lips feel.

Cassidy gets me.

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i be entirely firey phoenix burnin whom its concernin jackin pussy wagons like uma thurman

Last battle, you was hungry nigga, mouth full of spit, you look like a Mike Epps joke with the white around yo lips.

Who in here think he hot? See? You remind em of O’Neal, they probably think you should kill (Shaquille) but you ain’t got no shot.

He gonna say I’m wrong but, WE HEAT RIGHT! I come heavy he gon bitch up, it’s MC Lyte!

We got shit to the clear the mall, up in that lobby lettin that thing sing I be airin (Aaron) halls!

Very few, measure to, a medical, incredible, never met a dude better who think they on my pedestal, get my fist in your whole mouth, I’m Theraflu I be knockin these niggas cold out!

Glock in the waist and I don’t carry birds to dinner, your bitch I’ll pop and skate she’ll get shot in her face like a Larry Bird defender.

Loaded Lux is that nigga.

Child Prey…

Listenin to the anthem
Weezy the badman, one man band man
The girl with me cell phone she don’t answer
He’s so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (This is the rermix!!!)
So I let her lick the rapper
She take care of me all my homeboys after
Jumpoff!!! Jumpoff!!! The girl is a jumpoff!!!
I let her snort a mountain and she just jumped off
Jumpoff!!! Jumpoff!!! You know she a jumpoff
Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jumpoff

See…That shit…Lil Wayne…Damn. falls out of chair

Edit: [media=youtube]Hdf66G0oOSE[/media] Mandel…bananas…thats all I have to say.
Serius Jones got signed to DTP?(Luda’s label)

Yeah he signed to DTP a few months ago, he’s supposed to be releasing a new album soon.

You know what’s funny? Everytime I hear Amusement Park I think of N-Ken and start laughing.

haha that’s whats up.

50 cent Random Song Generator is that new shit on Ps2, you can save that shit onto a memory card!

I’ve been liking that Coffee Shop way more than I should, beat is just so damn catchy, funny thing is as simple as Joc rhymes Gorilla Zoe is worse, “So many whips, call me whipalicious” Thanks Zoe, appreciate that insight.

Same color as your LA-TTE!

Did you see 50’s performance at the BET Awards? That shit was fuckin hilarious.

Rofl just watched it, that was helarreeious.