Hydrolift Skrevet 2. november 2005 Del Skrevet 2. november 2005 Ja, her kan dere poste deres favoritt vers, linje, rim.... Jeg vil ikke høre noen menings-yttringer, OM NOE SOM HELST, kun copy paste! Moderator, grip inn hvis dette overskrides! Lenke til kommentar
F.Mackey Skrevet 2. november 2005 Del Skrevet 2. november 2005 "Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy" Sakset fra TRAGISK.com Lenke til kommentar
onlinehero Skrevet 3. november 2005 Del Skrevet 3. november 2005 (endret) Tøff på telefon og fax, ser gutta og løper straks. Volvoen ruller med fulle gutter i felleskjøpets drakt Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could Endret 3. november 2005 av onlinehero Lenke til kommentar
Oovz Skrevet 3. november 2005 Del Skrevet 3. november 2005 Rakims vers på Jay-Z - The Watcher 2 feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth hurts I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {*echoes*} Første vers på Common - Faithful I was rolling around, in my mind it occurred What if God was a Her? Would I treat her the same? Would I still be runnin' game on Her? In what type of ways would I want Her? Would I want her for her mind Or her heavenly body Couldn't be out here bogus With someone so godly If I was with her would I still be wantin' my ex The lies, the greed, the weed, the sex Wouldn't be ashamed to give Her part of my check Wearing a cross, I mean Her heart on my neck Her I would reflect On the streets of the Chi Ride with her. cause I know for me, she'd die Though good and bad Call on her like I'm chirpin Her Couldn't be jealous Cause other brothers worship Her Walk this Earth for Her Glory I'm grateful to be in Her presence I try to stay faithful To av mine favorittvers. Lenke til kommentar
Petrvs Romanvs Skrevet 3. november 2005 Del Skrevet 3. november 2005 https://www.diskusjon.no/index.php?showtopi...5entry4066965 Lenke til kommentar
Hydrolift Skrevet 10. november 2005 Forfatter Del Skrevet 10. november 2005 (endret) jay-z d'evils Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot nwa - fuck the police They put up my picture with silence Cuz my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor Endret 12. november 2005 av Hydrolift Lenke til kommentar
chris Skrevet 11. november 2005 Del Skrevet 11. november 2005 Back when cube - was rollin wit lorenzo in a benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That’s fucked up, but I’ll never forget the shit we been through And i’ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy I’m still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that’s just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is And who I’m still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain’t even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo’ mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain’t that I’m too big to listen to the rumors It’s just that I’m too damn big to pay attention to ’em That’s the difference Lenke til kommentar
Søppelsveitt Skrevet 11. november 2005 Del Skrevet 11. november 2005 I said a hip hop, Hippie to the hippie, The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie, To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat, And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet. See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello, To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie, Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie, Let's rock, you don't stop, Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock. Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along, And the next on the mic is my man Hank, C'mon, Hank, sing that song! Lenke til kommentar
chris Skrevet 11. november 2005 Del Skrevet 11. november 2005 I said a hip hop,Hippie to the hippie, The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie, To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat, And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet. See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello, To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie, Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie, Let's rock, you don't stop, Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock. Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along, And the next on the mic is my man Hank, C'mon, Hank, sing that song! 5139729[/snapback] hvem er det? Lenke til kommentar
Nidhogg Skrevet 11. november 2005 Del Skrevet 11. november 2005 (endret) hvem er det? 5139797[/snapback] Shugarhill Gang - Rappers Delight (beaten minner om Queen - An otherone bites the dust syns jeg) må si jeg liker en del av Side Brok sine rim: "Ej lika å legge ein longe lause kabel, stinkanes sleipe klatt so Morten Abel" Endret 11. november 2005 av Nidhogg Lenke til kommentar
jinriksha Skrevet 12. november 2005 Del Skrevet 12. november 2005 For some reason you motherfuckers think this is Some kind of motherfuckin game You ain't gonna realize until I got some fucking Steel pointed at your faggot-ass face and blow your Motherfuckin dome off your goddamn shoulders You motherfuckin critic-ass bitch motherfuckers Catch you comin out your motherfuckin house Bleed! Lenke til kommentar
Winters Skrevet 12. november 2005 Del Skrevet 12. november 2005 "The boy who smuther ur mother an make yo sister think i love her!" Eeazy-E Lenke til kommentar
VbD Skrevet 12. november 2005 Del Skrevet 12. november 2005 It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight -- I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission Process the cocaine, paced and play my position Lenke til kommentar
Hydrolift Skrevet 13. november 2005 Forfatter Del Skrevet 13. november 2005 First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches Lenke til kommentar
Whiteshit Skrevet 14. november 2005 Del Skrevet 14. november 2005 (endret) Turn if off, turn on the radio, nah fuck it, turn if off, fear is your only god on the radio, nah fuck it, turn it off. Fritt etter hukommelsen. for øvrig RATM. Edit: trykkleif. Endret 14. november 2005 av Whiteshit Lenke til kommentar
Bøtta Skrevet 15. november 2005 Del Skrevet 15. november 2005 50 Cent - G'D up Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me Feels like my emotions are froze I stay G'd Up Its the things that I seen And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold I stay G'd Up, I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay G'd Up, When im hangin' out tha window wit that AK Fillin ya punk ass wit holes I stay G'd Up Lenke til kommentar
Oovz Skrevet 15. november 2005 Del Skrevet 15. november 2005 50 Cent - G'D up Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me Feels like my emotions are froze I stay G'd Up Its the things that I seen And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold I stay G'd Up, I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay G'd Up, When im hangin' out tha window wit that AK Fillin ya punk ass wit holes I stay G'd Up 5160263[/snapback] 1. Det der er et refreng, ikke et vers/en linje. 2. Siden du åpenbart hater hiphop, vær så snill, spar deg for teite poster som denne. On the real: Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die AZs vers fra Nas - Life's a bitch Lenke til kommentar
weliiiss3245 Skrevet 15. november 2005 Del Skrevet 15. november 2005 I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music Like devil worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's, and your Haysuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you can't do it A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this Kurt Cobain music Students converted to 'caine users As soon as they heard it Went out and murdered and main to it What's your name... Lenke til kommentar
LarsP Skrevet 15. november 2005 Del Skrevet 15. november 2005 Lett: Partyboys FTW Build a castle in the sand while we fuck the boys in our van. Lenke til kommentar
Hydrolift Skrevet 17. november 2005 Forfatter Del Skrevet 17. november 2005 Gay-Z sitt vers på ---> Diamonds from Sierra Leone (Remix) I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I'm guessin' I can sell CD's I'm not a buisness man I'm a buisness, man Let me handle my buisness, damn! Lenke til kommentar
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