Post Your Favorite Hip Hop Lyrics
 

Atmosphere - F[i]u[/i]ck You Lucy

[i][b]She say that she still wants a friendship
She can't live her life without me as a friend
I can't figure out why I give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like
Is about you and how I let you infect my life
And if they got to know you, I doubt that they would see it
They'd wonder what I showed you how you could leave it
A friend in Chicago said that I should stay persistent
If I stay around I'm bound to break resistance
**** you Lucy for defining my existence
**** you and your differences
Ever since I was a young lad with a part-time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother, I digested her pain
And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same
Travel like sound across the fate ladder
I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter
And I travel with feel, so I can with touch
It's like that, thank you very much, **** you very much!
[/i][/b]

Blaze-Juggalo Anthem

[I]You aint about s[FONT="Verdana"]hit[/FONT], scared to pull the trigga'
That's what we call, a real bitch nigga'
Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats
Check this out, I'm a check your chin
Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo a[FONT="Verdana"]s[/FONT]s is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville
Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed[/I]

2pac-Ghost

[I]Papa was a motherfu[FONT="Verdana"]cki[/FONT]n, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count sheep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die[/I]

2pac- Changes

[I]First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is [/I]

Necro ft. Ill Bill - Our life

[I]Yo, don't make me flip on you.
actually you can't make me do nothing...
i might decide to.

Necro:
I used to mush thugs
and now i push drugs
I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug.
he used to show me his guns
ain't a cat that knows me as son
remember violence the only one
i used to watch how my pops would treat a girl
and beef with the world he had a bone to pick
that's why my dome was sick
it rubbed off on me
cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g
you cats keep your distance
cos your scared i might flip in a instance
when i was filled with innocence
i was still commiting sins
half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
i'll shove a knife in your grin
i run with convicts and stick up kids
that will rob you for 6 bucks bitch
we flip right before you expect it
cuz we were neglected as children now we're hectic
we shot men and we rob gems
i seen cats that used to glock me
now i glock them
got easier access to a glock ten
in case one in your face is the only option.

x2
Necro and Ill Bill
walk around like
murder murder, kill kill
gun up in ur grill
now u screamin chill chill
didn't have ur steele
now u get ur cap peeled
this is our life (our life)

Ill Bill:
ayo i grew up in the mother****in projects
my mom says since my pop left
we had to get a section 8 apparment
the rents cheap
i see decepticons at least 10 deep
run up on me flippin wanna set beef
that was some faggot ****
me and my brother ran for dolo
the only two white kids up in my projects
that wasn't homo
i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats
way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps
way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap
at ten years old is when i first started to **** with that
everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black
i kept it to myself continued to define my crap
i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat
you **** wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak
i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack
whites black portarikins we was poor it was wack
my mom tried her best i never graduated high school
i learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead
became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator
even though the doctor know your mind is dead

x2
Necro and Ill Bill
walk around like
murder murder, kill kill
gun up in ur grill
now u screamin chill chill
didn't have ur steele
now u get ur cap peeled
this is our life, our life
This is Our Life![/I]

ODB - Got Your Money
[i]I don't have a problem wit you fu[size=2]ckin me
But I have a little problem wit you not f[/size]uckin me[/i]

GZA - I Gotcha Back
[i]What is the meanin of crime?
Is it Criminals Robbin Innocent Mothafu[font=verdana]c[/font]kas Everytime?[/i]

GZA - Protect Ya Neck
[I]The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight[/I]

Ghostface - Impossible
[I]Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmie
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherf[I]u[/I]ckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fu[I]c[/I]k back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that s[I]hi[/I]t
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fu[I]c[/I]ked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig[/I]

Del - At The Helm
[I]My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement
Crackin it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on
resurrection, per-fection
Lesson #1: rekindle the essence
Rap ain't about bustin caps and fu[I]c[/I]king bitches
It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity
All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes
with scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope
A thin line between insanity and sanity
mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality
with Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it: rich
like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan
And, I will expand hip-hop as well
Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you
weaklings, speaking things foreign to the human ear
that you will fear now, whether you like it or not
Blood clots on you little life on the situation
and on the stipulations... the s[I]h[/I]it you wastin
time on you pawns, it was planned like that
But we can fight back, like David Horowitz
and say we want no more of this
and put it in a cyrogenic status
Replace it with the lastest in technology
Hip-Hop policies that demolish ya folliew
Olly olly oxen free, get off of me
You can't see this, your defeatist attitude'll
get you nowhere fast, I tend to my task cause[/I]

Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme the Loot
[I]Just get the f[I]u[/I]cking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh s[I]h[/I]it! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is f[I]u[/I]cking doughnuts
(So why the f[I]u[/I]ck he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh s[I]h[/I]it, now he lookin in my face
You better haul a[I]s[/I]s 'cos I ain't with no f[I]u[/I]cking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherfu[I]c[/I]ker going out for the loot[/I]

Slug - Aneruysm
[I]..And when the vain start to pop from the blood
Pushed away from the heart
Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes tempted
To up and down on this seesaw
I should escape, I should disappear
Its gettin clear, crystal clear
I'm in a bad position here
I gave you power, gave you control
But you had to play the role
Reckless with the treasure that you hold
There isn't much as unsatisfying
as the blind man listening
Believing in the one that's lying
Hide the crying, tears in the pocket
A fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
Exhausted by the storm, before the calm
Holding on to a memory, keeping it warm within my palm
Wake up, Time Bomb, the clock is ticking
Shot the gift and all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions
And here you are again, emotions in your hand
Like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
Tell me that it hurts again
Tell me that it weighs you down
Tell you that you need me
And I'll tell you that I hate you now
FU[I]C[/I]K YOU, you don't know what you need
And this is the last time I'll tell you
Next time I'm gonna leave
I can't watch your destruction
I can't trust your judgement
I swear to God your better then this
I wish you'd quit those drugs, bitch[/I]

Murs - Aneurysm
[I]Two fingers to my temple as the tempo increases
not for peace, but a piece as in cold steel
I hold still, clutch...
Want to c[I]oc[/I]k back, bust and thrust this pressure from my head
Before my brain starts to flush[/I]

Jay-z - justify my thug

[I]If you shoot my dog ima kill your cat[/I]

First couple to come to mind;

Jay-Z - Takeover

You said you been in this ten,
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them ****s was due
One of em was "ehhh", the other was [i]Illmatic[/i]
That's a one hot album every ten year average.
[size=1](And that's so LAAAAAAAME!)[/size]

Benefit - Proceed With Caution

Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate
Are healed by the power of his subject and predicate.

A bunch of Aesop Rock stuff too, but this post has a character limit.

Inspectah Deck on Wu-tang's Triumph

[I]I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block[/I]

AZ on Nas' Life's a Bitc-h

[I]Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
**** 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[/I]

Nas on Main Source's Live at the BBQ (first song Nas was heard on)

[I]Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone ****
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket[/I]

Too much to choose from though, I can name so much more...

Nas as a gun (from I Gave You Power)

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that **** that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild

Always I'm in some ****, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and c0ck me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed

[U]Viktor Vaughan - Let Me Watch[/U]
[I]I know I play too much
Hey on the way, could you please pick up two Dutch
Ok peace, see you when you touch
I wondered if she ever had a coodycat eight-eight
Vaughn can't wait to long-stroke it on the late-late[/I]

[U]Kanye - Family Business[/U]
[I]You ain't got to get heated at every house warmin'
Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman[/I]

^haha that line is so simple, but gets me everytime.

The problem with hip-hop... sh[B]i[/B]t, nothing at all
It's an artform that ranges and it changes it evolves
It's not always for the better, but be patient with it y'all

-Murs

[QUOTE=LF96]Inspectah Deck on Wu-tang's Triumph

[I]I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block[/I][/QUOTE]
F[FONT="Verdana"]u[/FONT]ck, Deck is such a good lyricist.

[QUOTE=Robert Crumb]The problem with hip-hop... sh[B]i[/B]t, nothing at all
It's an artform that ranges and it changes it evolves
It's not always for the better, but be patient with it y'all

-Murs[/QUOTE]


adding some more Murs here:

[B]And This Is For...[/B](this song speaks volumes imo)

...[B]any white boy who thinks he knows my struggle cuz he listens to Pac and his adrenaline doubles[/B], now i ain't got problems withchu being yaself, but when you front and use the n word it just don't help,
i might not trip and your friends will laugh at'cha but i know some real niggas that will straight up slap you, now you can be down,
but let's act grown up, cuz we ain't the same color when police show up, [B]my cultures not a trend, being black is not in[/B],
but for you it's just a phase your gonna have to transcend,
while even if i tried [B]i could never blend in,
to societies mainstream, american dream[/B], yeah it's all one love,
but remember one thing, [B]this music is my life[/B] not a cultural fling,
[B]it's expression of the soul[/B] when we dance and sing and you are blessed to have a chance to even glance the scene...and this is for...and this is for...now i finally get it, [B]good music transcends all physical limits[/B],
it's more than something that you hear, something that you feel...
but [B]i want everyone aware of what is going on, yes it is jazzin,
yes it is the blues, yes it's the exact same way they did rock,
but i refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip hop,
i refuse to watch that bullshyt...[/B]

[B]Murs & Slug as Felt from Felt 2: A Tribute To Lisa Bonet - Biggest Lie[/B]

[B]the problem with the revolution? it's never gonna happen,
through these marches, through this music,
through these muthafukkas rappin through these communist,
socialists, or any other faction, arm chair activists, all talk no action...[/B] (simply lovely :))

[B]Dead Prez - Assassination [/B]

fukk the bible get on your knees and praise my rifle (best line ever)

[B]Baby Blak - Once You Go Blak - Diamonds (Diemons)[/B] (fukk kanye, baby blak did it before him muahaha!)

come on people, we talkin about lives,
they losin they lives over this so we could shine,
it's called life man...they got kids stickin clips in them guns,
african americans, forgettin where they from,
how the fukk you forget about the whips and the slums,
chain yo name on the ships by the tons, now you rock gold chains with chips then the 1's(?), hope you burn in the flames when armageddon comes,
blinded by the light of the diemons, get it? god is dying,
got the babies crying, raised in apartheid, caged like it's alright,
made in the slaves in the caves working all night,
so you can brag whatchu payed, rockin yall ice,
reflect on the sunshine, little boys killed wit a tech on the frontline,
brotha tossed a bomb, it exploded in his hand when he threw it,
now he lost his arm so you could floss your arm, frosted charm,
iced to pieces, life deceased, who's wrong?
when its war ain't no right to me...take off the icey pieces,
stand strong...fukk a girls best friend, i'm the worlds best friend,
not diamonds, yo why you crying ova diamonds,
how you shinnin witcha diamonds,
son why you dying ova diamonds...why why why,
you wear the blood of your people on your neck and your wrist,
I said the blood of your people, ain’t no love for your people,
south african government put slugs in my people,
so ya platinum chain can have a stud you can see through,
huh i'm talkin life, heard your songs, all you talk about is ice,
niggas know they wrong, why try to make it right,
these the last days of times and i'm tryin to see the night,
if that means more then i'm puttin up my life, i ain't dying with diamonds, shinning with diamonds, Sierra Leone, i carries the chrome, til you have to carry me home, even boxed up or locked up, i'd never be rocked up,
i seen the babies missin arms and legs,
seen they muthas and they fathas get shot in the head,
seen all the devils tricks and disease they spread,
seen the bloodshed turn all the seas to red, for your 24 karats...
you talk about killas puttin two in ya brain for the white gold and blue on ya chain, that's right homes, fukk the diamonds….

man there's a lot of good lyrics out there

[QUOTE=Knuckleheadz]F[FONT="Verdana"]u[/FONT]ck, Deck is such a good lyricist.[/QUOTE]
Word, too bad his solo-albums are kinda subpar.

This is some stuff I always really liked:

Life's not a bitch, life's a beautiful women,
you only call her a bitch cause she won't let you get that pus-sy
maybe she didn't think y'all shared too many similar interests
or maybe you're just an ashole who couldn't sweettalk the princess

Aesop Rock - Daylight

The Coup - We Are The Ones

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I saved for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street CEO
There was all of this heroinl and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison, which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

"Liquid Diction" by Jehst

This simple liquid diction that I dote on
Is only a thimble full of fluid from the emotional ocean that I float on,
Romantic notions I wrote on dead trees
I retrieve the scrolls and breathe below the dead sea's surface
Liquid lung, liquid tongue, the traps that the serpent sets are swiftly sprung
Yet my heroes are still unsung
So I'm singing while all your humdrum gunslinging didn't ring true
In the beginning you didn't think it through, living in the zoo,
Too much power abused by the few, you could lose your crew to the system In the blink of an eye
I might not succeed but it's instinctive to try
To see my goals achieved before I die and if my flow runs dry
I'll rehydrate to dilate the tiny mind state of the primate descendant
Trend or no trend, independant, defending the remnants of
The long forgotten culture of art dance and song
I start to advance beyond the norm, the new form,
The children of the corn become the riders of the storm when provided Platforms for expression
This construction of percussion is an outlet for aggression and discussion of Direction as i'm swept aside
I tried to rise above it but ascension is denied, I'm divided, tongue-tied and Silent, I tried peace and quiet but these tyrants make me violent,
Liquid diction

Inspired by the kaya I tried to evoke ghostly spirits
I close my eyes hoping I dream of dope lyrics during slumber,
Worn under the sun of the summer,
Now waiting for the world war with the magic number to come,
Bringing nuclear thunder the drum is at one with my heart
The two halves of my sum, the fire and the sun seperate move to none, Unintelligible talk brought forth by forked tongues and
Its only ever uttered under breath or out of ear short so we can't hear What's said but fear not, I tread the righteous path through chaos, my Medium this mic i pass through the seance under spirits,
You sense my presence, then you're touched by my essence,
I clutch my pad and pen, my chosen weapons when I step in the arena, Hexed by my demons, blessed by Athena.

Keep em comin'. Im reading them all.

[I]Q-Tip
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) x7
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with *HORN* that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love
As the Tribe flies high like a dove

Phife Dawg
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) x7
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air [/I]

Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

[I](Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get
Did you think anybody in this town is any different?
They don't give a damn who gets killed
Just as long as "the dice keep rollin
The hoes keep hoein
And the money keeps flowin")

My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats
That's why I carry gats
Yo, I'm a mutha****in fugitive
Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
Because to me it's all about a buck
I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shootin **** up like Frank Nitty
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash
Then I murdered his *** and took his half
Because I'm all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no mutha****in friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, **** that
Aiyo, picture me gettin a job
Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet
Makin about 120 dollars a week?
Man, I rather do another hit
I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other ****
Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin mutha****a
Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar
I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
I used to wait until it gets dark
And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks
Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask
I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast
I vicked this nigga named Eugene
Took his brand new ring
Cause stickin up's a everyday routine
Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride
Saw this nigga named Clyde
And snuck up on him from the blind side
I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked
Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"
The Big L was cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck
Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a ****
Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him
Plenty and many brains I bust
Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous

Word
All of us from Harlem
139
That's livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerous
Uknowmsayin?
This goes out
To my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice
Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone
Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0
Lennox Ave., troop
And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog
And my man Kerry
Peace

(Now what kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a ****in child?
Word to mother
**** all that stupid ****
Controversial, not commercial, nigga)[/I]

Here's a link:
[URL="http://media.putfile.com/Big-L---Lifestylez-Ov-Da-Poor--Dangerous"]http://media.putfile.com/Big-L---Lifestylez-Ov-Da-Poor--Dangerous[/URL]

"[I]I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'"[/I]

Haha.

Typical clichéd answer coming up.

[B]Nas: Life's a Bitch[/B]

[I][Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
**** 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

[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
[--> chorus #1 echoes at the end]

Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
[--> chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end]

[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of *** smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin **** tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

[Chorus][/I]

Also:

[B]Clutch- Careful With That Mic[/B]

[I]So tell me
When you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test did you know the answers or did you
guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans and act all urban to jack up your soundscan,
what's the matter with you?
How come you rhyme monosyllabically, is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans, meant to be taken out on a weekly basis
Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation
You look like Snuffalupagous and australopithecus, me, cray, you, abacus
But enough about you, let's talk about me and how single-handedly I redefined the
science of radio astronomy
Making Noble Prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh but I digress, you play Sorry and I play chess
Queen's pawn to E3, checkmate
go get some percasets
Uh ha ha, ha ha
Careful with that mic Weezie
Do you really think it's that easy?
Mmm, this is really good ice cream, you want some of it?
Oh my bad, I didn't know you were lactose intolerant
Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away
The only friends you keep are those you pay
Always on the ready for the whack snack attack I carry sandwiches around in a
straight-edge style Jansport backpack
Got the gadget Q gave Bond, control your mind, make you jump in a pond
Quack quack, flap your arms leave you confused but completely unharmed
Uh ha ha, ha ha
Careful with that mic Weezie
Do you really think it's that easy?
Do you really think it's true?
That up above they can't hear you
Uh ha ha, ha ha
Now look here
Both you and I know the past ten years have been rather intense
I'm ashamed to admit that I've been fooled by the seductions of violence
People walkin around with ugly auras and at times I'm even tempted to seek the advice of
Dr. Laura
But I ignore her
And I take a deep breath and count to ten
Ain't gonna let it get under my skin
Take a deep breath and count to ten
Think of all the nice places that I have been
Like back when I was waging peace against the visigoths I was tutored in the ancient
mysteries by a wisened philosoph
Learned the polyrhythm of celestial time, and wait for the one to come and get it done,
to finish the rhyme
Uh ha ha
[/I]

I got blood on my dick caused I f[size=2]u[/size]cked a corpse

[I]
Her body's in the lagoon, underneath the lily pads
Glow from the moon, dark watery tomb
Consumed the body, then pulled her below
I wrapped her in my letterman coat and slit her throat
Then I let go
Loudest splash I ever heard
And from that day forward I haven't spoken a word[/I]

---

[I]And what the f[FONT="Verdana"]uc[/FONT]k I got to prove to you?
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know me
You can put that on my real homies [/I]

[U]Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil[/U]

[I][Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to **** moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little ****, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any mother****ing coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the mother****er up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the **** up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever[/I]

Haiku d'Etat - Non Compos Mentis

[Mikah 9]
Non compos mentis and moon struck
come, pompous apprentice and succumb
To this relentless, yes, the sun
rises and sets yet you see none
of it's effects until it's done
then you'd reflect on how you'd run
I'd take a step, your momentum
I had still kept, fool

[Abstract Rude]
they eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food
repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood
other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude
I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude
this is not simply just to downplay wishes
made by emcees who found they status
do what you do to live life lavish
have this cabbage, heavy baggage

[Aceyalone]
Well I would like to start by saying
life has to be sparked each day
and night, got to be smart don't play
your time, you wont be back
when I speak I slice the words up like a slasher
private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker
sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer
sky swimmer
I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer
and I like talking about dilemma
and come up with a solution for the pollution
my contribution being the superior being at emceeing
and seeing the light love being in the light
but they snatch it like a thief in the night

[Mikah 9]
(right, right, you know what I mean)
I call them the cookie monsters
on the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy
combined with M&Ms, money, main
these B-Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor
send him in, rendering him limb and limb
salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in
torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering
my tender and remembering the splendor when
I put my first splinter in nail
cuticle, black male
and you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle
checks not cash knots
she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat
the rest will go up to other hows tickling the G-spot
on G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP
you could smuggle me a key
I best belive that's how it be
just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies

[Abstract Rude]
Out the hotel
ain't we having a car come pick us up?
the life of a star come hook us up
studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats
pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef
courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies
so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys
search from land to land
go from a thousand to a hundred to ten
and couldn't find an honest man
it ain't always what it's promised to be
they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree
shhh... can you keep a secret? of course
or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse
out the airport
and we having a plane fly us out
we the truest, they interview us for what we write about
whether we're right or wrong
once again it's on 'til the night is gone
get in a zone from the dome and a tight song

[Aceyalone]
Well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it?
now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is?
I'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump
and be it that I'm a poet trying to get over the hump
I could play it like a trump
make you sicker than the mumps
the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps
and sometimes it don't come at all
you run you fall come one for all for one
depending on exactly where you from
'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized
and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies
I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe
and freedom of man original with the tan
can I expand? can I feel the crowd?
if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now
yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow
and the eagle and the hawk
They say why you talk that crazy talk
I tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see"
on me, "we hear what ears can't hear"
poetry we can be what nobody can be
solely the only lonely truly

[Mikah 9]
Non compos mentis and moon struck
come pompas apprentice and circum
To this relentless the sun
rises and sets yet you see none
of it's effects until it's done
then you'd reflect on how you'd run
I'd take a step, your momentum
I had still kept, fool

Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts

[I]When I die, f[I]u[/I]ck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of [I]s[/I]hit, it ain't hard to [I]f[/I]uckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict s[I]hi[/I]t
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
F[I]u[/I]ck that [I]s[/I]hit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice[/I]

"But for now, while everythings calm, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb"
I'm Housin, EPMD

"If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son i got 99 problems but the bitch aint one."
99 Problems, JayZ

Inspectah Deck-City High

We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be
Forcing my hand to make me, off this man
I never claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer
Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded
But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling
Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming "I own the game!"
I'm so stained Novacaine doesn't slow the pain
Lost so many I don't fear death, no tears left
Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left
When they said "At fifteen he'll be already dead"
I'm here heavy head steady sipping Rmy Red
Wild fellow trying to keep my mind settled
Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo.

Amazing album (The Movement) too.