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Big L - 98' Freestyle

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Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich

I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks

And I'm all about expandin my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch

with both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart

I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp

A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park

Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin

You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin

I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best

I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you

be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop

Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked

or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock

I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you

Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you

Fuckin punk, you ain't a leader. What? Nobody followed you

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick

And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up

Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up

before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread

And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head

My game is, vicious and cruel

Fuckin chicks is a rule

If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool

How come, you can listen to my first album

and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?

(YEAH!) So what you actin for?

You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw

You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men

I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten

Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"

I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm makin wonderful figures

I don't fuck with none of you niggaz

I might pull out this gun on your niggaz

and rob every last one of you niggaz

[SSSø]

Common - I Used To Love H. E. R.

 

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Verse one:

I met this girl, when I was ten years old

And what I loved most she had so much soul

She was old school, when I was just a shorty

Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me

Ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular

Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her

But I respected her, she hit me in the heart

A few new york niggaz, had did her in the park

But she was there for me, and I was there for her

Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her

And just cool out, cool out and listen to her

Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her

Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be

Because we related, physically and mentally

And she was fun then, Id be geeked when shed come around

Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground

Original, pure untampered and down sister

Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Verse two:

Now periodically I would see

Ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties

She didnt have a body but she started gettin thick quick

Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric

Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions

She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence

About my people she was teachin me

By not preachin to me but speakin to me

In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached

She dug my rap, thats how we got close

But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool

Cause around the same time, I went away to school

And Im a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way

She probably get her money in l.a.

And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul

She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style

She said, afrocentricity, was of the past

So she got into r&b hip-house bass and jazz

Now black music is black music and its all good

I wasnt salty, she was with the boys in the hood

Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded

I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit

Just havin fun, not worried about anyone

And you could tell, by how her titties hung

Verse three:

I mightve failed to mention that the shit was creative

But once the man got you well he altered the native

Told her if she got an energetic gimmick

That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy

Now I see her in commercials, shes universal

She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle

Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip

And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city

Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches

Now shes a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches

Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk

Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk

Stressin how hardcore and real she is

She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz

I did her, not just to say that I did it

But Im committed, but so many niggaz hit it

That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her

I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer

But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop

Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hop

 

Blizz the Devine - From Bookworm too Butterfly

 

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every time when spring comes and the first roses flower

the boy recalls the face and that single hour

when she smiled in his direction whispered and said

this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well

 

 

 

She took the last piece of the crumb ate it and wept

she'd made it to death and her last quest saved her the rest

a depraved teen, eighteen with an urge to be seen

class mates serving her mean remarks in this scene

alone in the classroom, blocking the stares with the desk

cornered by pupils not baring the prayers off her chest

finding words curing, a bookworm letting fantasy loose

releasing this leech of the surrounding cancerous abuse

refusing to loose, this malnourished bookworm will flower

crooked by power, she's finding strength from the prose

to later be putting pen to the paper quenching this rose

her petals is chubby, the glasses reflect beauty when seen

the next verse will put you in the most beautiful scene

where this dandelion will become the head of the pack

rising from the concrete not to be heading right back

learning to stand up for her self by beheading attacks

The thorns got clipped and the rose got watered down

soaked in comments about relief but it sorta frowned

she put the crumbs down, she refused to eat and sleep

read and weep, this flower hungers for social contact

 

 

hook

 

but she tried to take her life, despite the vanity in sight

it's insanity right, but this flower reached the fall

the season called her away from cloud nine into heaven

and the boy still remember that September eleventh

every time when spring comes and the first roses flower

the boy recalls the face and that single hour

when she smiled in his direction whispered and said

this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well

 

 

 

the emotional come back came as a sudden impact

just when she wished her fathers rubbers wasn't intact

this lonely scrawny boy caught by her very shy vision

the first smile in three years breached her mind prison

she was a fine Christian, by the words from the book

this boy caught her eyes as a simple nerd by the look

observed by the crooks n bully's she made a move

sent a simple note that a bit later proved to improve

a week later a shy boy called her house over the phone

her father answered and the boy asked if she was home

she sat on her bed all alone reading her scribbled journal

she answered and it brought light to this little infernal

the date was a fact and this weak flower was blooming

but all the joy caused her low powers to be consuming

even though the sun seemed to shine in her direction

she still had demons in her head from all the past neglection

the lack of love n affection from role models throttled

even though he loved her dearly she downed a whole bottle

she blacked out, fell to the floor grasping for air

this frail girl was thought as the one lacking despair

 

 

hook

 

she tried to take her life, despite the vanity in sight

it's insanity right, but this flower reached the fall

the season called her away from cloud nine into heaven

and the boy still remember that September eleventh

when she smiled in his direction whispered and said

this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well

every time when spring comes and the first roses flower

the boy recalls the face and that single hour

when she smiled in his direction whispered and said

this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well

 

Nas - Ain't Hard to Tell

 

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It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail

The mic is contacted, I attract clientele

My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath

I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps

Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond

Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin

Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion

Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin

Cause in my physical, I can express through song

Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong

I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell

From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

 

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up

Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up

Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L

School a fool well, you feel it like braille

It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill

Vocabulary spills I'm +Ill+

plus +Matic+, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek

Jam like a tech with correct techniques

So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me

Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me

I leave em froze like her-on in your nose

Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

 

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen

I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen

Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin

End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again

Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop

I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles

Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle

And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova

You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra

Packin like a rasta in the weed spot

Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop

Though they need not to sneak

My poetry's deep, I never fell

Nas's raps should be locked in a cell

It ain't hard to tell

 

Er vel sikkert mange jeg egentlig syns er bedre, men var disse jeg kom på nå. Nas - Ain't Hard to Tell må man vel egentlig høre.

Endret 16. mars 2007 av Arbakadarba