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Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap I suggest you change your diet It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease It ain't no startin' back once arteries start to squeeze Take the easy way out, phony, until then they know They wouldn't be talkin' that bologna in the bullpen So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it He be better off on PC glued And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit Her bra smell, his card say, aw, hell Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel Keep a cooker where the jar fell And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears Stop feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares The odd pairs swears and God fears Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years I wrote this note around New Year's Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares Enough about me, it's about the beats Not about the streets and who food he about to eat A rhymin' cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral It's a miracle how he get so lyrical And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello We hollow krills, she swallow pills He follow flea collar, three dollar bills And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal Twirl a L after every meal Word up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin' up And keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales They chippin' nails, doom, chippin' scales Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales This one goes out to all my peoples skippin' bail Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale Light the doobie 'til it glow like a ruby After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit Overproof drunk shit and who'da thunk it Punk, try and ask why ours be better It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD nude |
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KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!) I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!" that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!" own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super! average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain't about shit I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it the way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it and can't live with this, handle yo bidness villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper its fun smackin rookies, he is the "Super!" look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low rumor has it its a S-curl accident DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent some say its the eyes, some say the accent a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang same name on the titty as on the name ring pretty like Baby D off "all in the same gang" keep my eye on her really don't trust her but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa teach her how to hold it, of course he is the "Super!" see most cats treat her like foofer or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!" ya need to make her feel cuter and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be "Super!" do for her, keep her in a new fur so she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!" got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it listen here scooter, let her try to bag you when she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo" her name on ya back in her tattoo whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick don't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick you don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her oh and be a father to ya child like the "Super!" he keep his hoes in check sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel and while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball I'm comin with the U-HAUL!(Super |
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I get no kick from champagne
Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why shouldn't it be true? I get a kick out of brew There is only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table Like it's on me, put it on my tab, kid, however you get there Foot it, cab it, iron horse it, you leaving on your face forfeit I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it Told him tell they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him get off it and a bunch other more shit Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough The group been soft, first hour at the open bar and their trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him to autograph her derriere, it read To wide load, this yard bird taste like fried toad Turned love villain take pride and code words Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat, to dine by the pizza guy No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skezzer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe giver her curves a feel And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel They call him super when they need their back or plumbing fixed Powers only one left, the pack comes in six Whatever happened to two and three A hood tried to slide with four and five and got caught Like, what you doing G? Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me Looser than a pair of Adidas, I hope you bought your spare tweeters MC's sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin Dude, can we do this thing again no matter how be blinging You do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Telletubbies Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet He plots shows like robberies In and out, one, two, three, no bodies please Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt The mic is the shootie, nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat, like the boy I'm going to war Came in the door and everybody on the floor A whole string of jobs like we are on tour Every night on the score coming to your corner store |
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Before we go any further, friends
As you call 'em they call you when they need somethin' Trees for the blunt, two G's for the front I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone Send me a letter or better, we could see each other in real life Just so you could feel me like a steel knife At least so you could see the white of their eyes Bright with surprise once they finish spittin' lies Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies? Close, but really don't know me Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies Some come around when they need some money Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies Fam be around whether you paid or bummy You could either ignore this advice or take it from me Be too nice and people take you for a dummy So nowadays he ain't so friendly Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy Read the signs, no feeding the baboon Seein' as how they got your back bleeding from the stab wounds Y'all know the dance, they smile in your face, y'all know the glance Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance Never let your so-called mans know your plans How many of us have them? A show of hands Friends is a term some people use loosely I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crews see You telling me, I try to act broke Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk Fellas be under some type of spell like crack smoke Ghetto Cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack, loc Just another way a chick'll lead to your end I check the dictionary for the meanin' of 'Friends' It said, person, one who likes to socialize with Sympathize and help her and that's about the size of it Most of the time these attributes is one-sided To bolster the crime they opt to shoot you through your eyelid And they can't hide it goin' wild like a white bitch Sometimes you need to cut niggaz off like a light switch Click, and when things get quiet Catch 'em like a thief in the night, bow, what a riot I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal Don't let it get drastic, think of how your moms will feel When it get for real the steel get to sparkin' Everything darken and ain't no talkin' For somethin' so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble You better off focusing than tryin' to plot the bubble Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got One's we can depend on, friends Some come in the form of co-dependence A lotta times only end up bein' co-defendants Ten bucks say they'll tell for a lower sentence And leave you up under the jail beggin' for a penance It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty? Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory How many of us have a similar story, friends? Before lovers we used to have some type of over standing Just so when I let her get the man-thing she know it's no strings We could do the damn thing but, hoe, it's no rings Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again? That depends on how good was the skins And could she memorize the lessons It ain't no need to pretend Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just, friends Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, ones we can depend on? Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, before we go any further |
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Darker than the east river, larger than the Empire State
Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate Is on the job, not my fate, tired of the wait To the villain bring deliverance from the Dire Straits Fire at a higher rate, why'd they make the liars Fliers scatter, buy a plate, isolate the wires Try the straight pliers if not the vise grips A real price saver way to acquire nice whips What a steal for real on wheels of steel Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal, bummer A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on Take your cash coma or break your fast, Ramadan Trans action drama, aw, come on, Barney Clack, clack, pardon me wack rap, Kon Karne He came to feed the childrens like Sally Strothers After that he's going back to Cali where's the love is Wilder than the Nile, old power like the Great Pyramid of Giza And stay leanin' like the tower of Pisa Give him something he can feel that's off the squeeza Raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza Get shot off that wide eye talk If he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk Can't take the street out the street person Looking for the perfect beat could worsen into heat bursting They couldn't spot him on the spot date Got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate Whoever do get to see me sing With the 3-D ring, sittin' stationary like B.B. King Can see how it really sting, it ain't no front row Standing room only at the motocross stunt show The ruckus ain't up to snuffilufigus Me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers My love is faster than the seven seas, bigger than mount Kilimanjaro If they don't know fill them in tomorrow on the horror show I'm into no return Bob's record Swear to God before he gets a job he robs Hackard Blessed with a hot flow, tested and got doe Invested and stressed the best to finesse a opto As I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke Shot the Henny straight, couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke Or should I say broke with wealth To know enough to give them just rope to yoke they self Playin' me before I take the ring and pawn it The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it Dog on it, do the statistics How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics And far too eccentric for forensics I dedicate this mix to Subroc, the Hip Hop Hendrix |
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| 4:00 |
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Give it a sec for the pain to start
This wreck right here, it ain't for the faint of heart They thought they saw the worst verse From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first Once they get to know us people dig us Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggaz Inventor of the more demented flow, nobody doubt it Just go for it, if you bout it bout it or rowdy, rowdy Whatever's clever, the master fold Who every hooka heard of but now, ho, no If we see tomorrow, the next day classes The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses Have no fear, the ninja here Feel 'em like the tinge in your ear from drinkin' ginger beer When it's on loco head gon' lay low And heat it like beef patty, coco bread kon queso If you say so lace the whole case load They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show He told 'em they flows is bitch talk and ayo's His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos Say, ho, if you never worked a J-O And keep more cash then a stash in a peso Okay, yo, y'all know who to follow Tie 'em up in the crib and leave the place hollow Oh, shoot the goose, she's loose So wild you couldn't chase it down with straight fruit juice Frown like the first time you taste cous cous Stash the deuce deuce, troops askin' truce, truce Today on intense wreck week We have the super villain in his own defense to speak It's all part of my mental techniques Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks Train the same brain to a insane train of thought On a campaign trail he came to gain your support Charge cash for a autograph Say some shit to make your daughter laugh then slaughter the ass Seem 'em on the big screen like Steve McQueen Do something and never be back once he leaves the scene Keep more medicated pads than Stridex For his own side wrecks with no known side effects Before you press charges use your noodle So what when he grab the mic he scratch your cute cuticles Keep your mouth shut, everything will be beautiful It would be often rude to you, now get back to your hooty hoo Damn it, it ain't worth the drama, can it From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate Soon as he stepped in he lit the room Boom, reschedule my noon with Britt Hume Doom in love with Mary Jane, she's my main thing Pulled her right from that web head, what a lame brain Maintain and say it, don't spray it You wanna see your girl again, you might as well pay it If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns I'll have a cool mil' for my sons in trust funds When I was broker than a broke dick dog I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog When it rain it sure do thunderstorm I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms One, two, microphone checker First learned to neck off a Home Ec homewrecker This is back when he was like crib age When he hit the stage it's like a gauge to the rib cage Break the mic like a rock star, break a guitar Jump off the stage like, yee haw |
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It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometime
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram Even when ribs were touchin' never swallowed the ham He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad It might need salt like your man's bland ballad A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell you's Loose all L juice, snooze all hell loose Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly Break it rollin' through your hood in the caddy buggy Butter softy, leather flossy, fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy, funk me" I'm like anywho's Seeds walkin' all out in street without any shoes I guess it's better than some funky socks You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pocks Instead she wants to hear the beatbox Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock Sing it, bring it back to your laboratory While he's in his oratory, glorious like a horror story The mask is like Jason They told the place not to let the basket type case in He could be some kind of wacko Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe He busted in, blessed be the Lord Who believe any mess then read up on the message board If so I got bridges for the low, low Same bitch a go dry snitchin' to the popo Yeah, orange peal stoges for the hotel Feel like I have been gone over a year, came home to old gear It was the shit when I first scooped it At least I get to sit out in New York and curse, stupid Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty Well edjumacated, he heard it when he meditated In deep data, had her hate the Greek plata Dedicated cheap skater who keeps data Sage stays self medicated and sleep later Side effects is similar to sugar pill Whoever go next on the mic he put a bugger ill And made his exit on some calm shit Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit |
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> [MF Doom]
One lonely evening alone home End up with carpal tunnel syndrome Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes Supposed to be checking e-mails All I got is messages from ass naked females Kookies I don't know no jenny she said its free and I wont owe her a penny And that's the last time I saw her But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra And Sodom They got 'em with they curls out And they got a better sales pitch then the girl scouts I wonder what I owe her For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa Nite nite Ok honey sweet dreams now it gets very serious like peach creams A metal hand filled squish it on the quilt Misses wakes up and I'm killed over spilled milk Locked in looking at your picture Fully clothed winter and I right there wit cha Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone A man could only wish you could do the same till he get home Fat chance At least he got snacks Better have the due till a brother get back Till then smack when I jack I hope wanna hit peoples kookies with a fried pack That's three different flavors Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers He acting all hard bout to get beat up I'll show him what time it is once I get his feet up As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is Thirteenth cell put the sheet down Damn C.O. What the hell do she know Besides the fact that she wants her back dug out on the d-low A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen House in the mountains and he stop drinking again In the wee hours he's gotten farther Maybe three showers getting hot and bothered The wiz with her legs bent pregnant God blessed the dick she wondered where her egg went He got to hell but it's hard to drink with out it And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it Watch him bet on jazz from knowledge on file Every other commercial college hoes gone wild Soft batch he prefer the other bunch like they got for lunch Chocolate fudge butter crunch Don't mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits Motts so's and cheese its Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk Even the oreo No matter what the weather Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together In the game he's shameless even uses a code name Famous Amos Cheaper than a short stay at the day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin Give it up to who invented the camera Never mind the ginger bread men and the grandma's Make sure she don't wake from her dream Killer get caught with a hand full of cream filled Kookies It might seem ill |
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