Favorite Rap Verses

[magisme]

Meth @ 0:51

Yo RZA, yo razor!

Hit me with the major

The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor

Gunnin, hummin comin atcha

First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha

You could never capture the Method Man's stature

For rhyme and for rapture, got hooray for tolerance!z resigning, now master

my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror

Razor sharp, I sever

the head from the shoulders, I'm better

than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!

Let's get together

ODB @ 1:50:

Yo! I come with that ol' loco, style from my vocal

Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals

I'm no joker, play me as a joker

Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya

Crews be acting like they gangs, anyway

Be like, "Warriors, come out and play"

Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea

Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea

Dirty, I keep shit stains in my drawers

So I can get fizza-funky for you

Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang, rah!

Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane

I'll be like wild with my style

Punk, you play me chump, you get jumped

Wu is coming through at a theater near you

And get funk like a shoe

What?

@ 2:57

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet

Look how dark it get when you're marked for death

Should I start your breath or should I let you die

In fear you start to cry, ask why

Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick

You cursed it, but rehearsed it

I drop unexpectedly like bird shit

You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money

Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with them

Son, I'm surprised you run with them

I think they got cum in them cause they nothing but dicks

Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks

Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick

Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique

Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch

I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick

When I see ya I'mma

@ 3:04

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me

A young hooray for tolerance! tryin to make it on these rough streets

I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME

THE WHOLE WORLD done made a hooray for tolerance! crazy!

I got my three-five-seven can't control it

Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded

Everybody run for cover, I cause shit

Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick

Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me

Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me

Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why

Little girl like LaTasha, had to die

She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot

Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped

And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha

Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end

It's my friends, that flip-flop

Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots

Every hooray for tolerance! on my block dropped two cops

Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die

Let a hooray for tolerance! be strapped, fucked up, and high

With my hands on the trigger, Thug hooray for tolerance!

Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer

And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life

I got the heart to fight now

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry

That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

[magisme]

@ 0:56

Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit

When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta have it

I lay back in the cut retain myself

Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth

How can I makes my grip

And how should I make that hooray for tolerance! straight slip

Set trip, gotta get him for his grip

As I dip around the corner, now I'm on another

Mission, wishin, upon a star

Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar

In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real

Breakin' hooray for tolerance!s down like Evander Holyfield, chill

'till the next episode

I make money, and I really don't love hoes

Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe

I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops

But now I, make, hits, every single day

With, that hooray for tolerance!, the diggy Dr. Dre

So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot

It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

[Len Cnut]

They say Tha Shiznit was all freestyled.

[magisme]

It's easy to forget how tight he was back in the day. He couldn't miss.

[magisme]

@ 0:55

Uh

One two one two, come through run through

Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do

Some do, those that know are real quiet

Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot

hooray for tolerance!s gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest

rap artist and I'ma start this

Shit up fo real, get up and feel, my words

I make herbs split up and squeal

Ill is all I've been hearin lately

hooray for tolerance!z hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me

put their brains on the wall, when I brawl

Too late for that 911 call

hooray for tolerance!z stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin

But not me because I'ma hooray for tolerance! that can get out of them cuffs

You think a lot of them tough

Not just for frontin

When I hit them hooray for tolerance!z like 'What you want?'

the battle turns into a hunt

With the dog right behind hooray for tolerance!z chasin em down

We all knew that you was pussy

but I'm tastin it now

And never give a dog blood

because raw blood

I have a dog like one bitin whatever

All up in ya gut

Give it to them raw like that

and ain't no love I do em all like that

Four right up in they back

Clak Clak

Close your eyes baby, it's over

Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but

nobody knows who did it

[magisme]

My inner Broski has alerted me I put this in the wrong section. I'm throwing up the Russ Signal.

[netcat]

also i was quite fascinated by Eminem's

good luck trying to convince a blond

it's like telling Gwen Stefan she sucks ass

turned out it was "she's slod out" or something and im a bit disappointed

[magisme]

@ 0:15

Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby

hooray for tolerance!s bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)

Listen close, I got duct tape and rope

I leave you missing like the fucking O'Bannons

One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy

That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me

Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming

Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach

hooray for tolerance!s know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?

One egg short of the omelet

Simon says: "shoot a hooray for tolerance! in his thigh and leg"

And tell him "catch up" like mayonnaise

I'm the sickest hooray for tolerance! doing it, bet that baby

These other hooray for tolerance!s dope, I'm wet crack baby

Yes, get back, get back boy, this a setback

Clumsy ass hooray for tolerance!s slip and fall into a death trap

Them boys pussy, born without a backbone

And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones

Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on

I aim at your moon and get my howl on

Some hooray for tolerance!s cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush

And when it come to that paper I stack books

You heard what I said

I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head

Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee

Shout out my hooray for tolerance! Fee

See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key

You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see

It's about money, it's bigger than me

I tell my homies: "don't kill him, bring the hooray for tolerance! to me"

Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman

Kidnap a hooray for tolerance!, make him feel like a kid again

[Len Cnut]

Bit on an obscure one but nice nonetheless

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]

I'm stickin hooray for tolerance!s like Mexican's in penitentaries
The hooray for tolerance!s is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me
Grew up off Avalon and Century
With a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry
Can't injure me
My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens
I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!)
The hooray for tolerance! flying guillotine (Ha-ha!)
The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing
Before a hooray for tolerance! serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green
Fuck your team (hooray for tolerance!)
Crowbar eatin hooray for tolerance!s up like Edy, I mean (I mean)
It's time we started servin hooray for tolerance!s like they was dope fiends (Right)
I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing
In the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King
Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary
I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch)
I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary
My prom night I was fuckin Carrie
Had her screamin "Bloody Mary!"

also i was quite fascinated by Eminem's

good luck trying to convince a blond

it's like telling Gwen Stefan she sucks ass

turned out it was "she's slod out" or something and im a bit disappointed

You like Ghost-Deini?!? You just might be the most perfect female on this planet, excuse a moment while i go break up with my girl

[netcat]

[Len Cnut]

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords, I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like picking up a ball, playing with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challenging Roy to a fight
Snapping, you amateur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team touring overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringing a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad hooray for tolerance! you wanna socialize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J hooray for tolerance!, greatest of all time

[Snake-Pit]

@2:42:

Man in a venue demma 2 rah rah,
Wen dey wanna get it at a pu-na-na.
An I'm like cha, Coz dem blah blah,
Dat's it, I rest, me not a rah rah, rah rah rarted!
Bumba bumba clart it.
Gedda wid da rhythm, now get me started.
Me nah cum fer dex, me just on raves, (hey)
Nat fuss nat fuss ta fight a.
Girlfrend top, ya nice is nat right a.
Listen up every bredda in sight a.
I don't mean ta b impolite a.
But its like ya a begga beggin'

Fer ya breasts tonight...

@ 3:08:

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tool. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

@ start:

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin him
I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin
[swifty] Bitch it's too late
[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

[Mansin Humanity]

My favorite of all time hands down is ODB's on Da Mystery of Chessboxin'. I'm gonna be putting off work later so I'll definitely come back with a few more.

[magisme]

Andre @ 0:19

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make love to the whole globe

And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move

Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb

Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty

I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gon' win

Now won't that make us all fools like class clowns

Praying Private Ryan comes round

Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second

hooray for tolerance!s in the street they want it, hurry

When hooray for tolerance!s start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry

A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray

Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"

Apparently not that's why you get what you got

Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"

The body of hot, the motivator of pots

Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release

Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you

What the future holds in its sweaty palms

Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move it like ya mean it she'll cum

Prom night might excite a down right fight like

White blood cell to the common cold rebel

Night gets jealous of day play is no longer

The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

Big Boi @ 2:50

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses

Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens

People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains

No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking

Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state

Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day

Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow

Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears

Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?

OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp

Got this thang licked like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps

Making that music that make your neck hurt

And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac

Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole

With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap

Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps

[Len Cnut]

Snakes, have you ever bought a rap album that wasn't in the charts for 40 weeks?

Two verses off of this track:

[Verse 1: Ghostface]

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Verse 2: Ghostface]
Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

[Snake-Pit]

I get it, I got it.

We're all bad asses

We all listen to rock

& rap

Yeah man.

[magisme]

@ 1:28

I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH

Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH!

Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)

Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin

Startin arsons from, Jerz to

Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment

Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up

Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella

I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin wit D

You be on Banned From TV Part III

In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup

You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck

But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'

Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat

Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets

Any hooray for tolerance! dat disagree, smack him in the teeth

Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice

Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night

(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it

Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it

My crew do drugs that Duane Reade couldn't breed

Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys

Redbones I'm bonin, MC's be clonin

That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!

[Snake-Pit]

Snakes, have you ever bought a rap album that wasn't in the charts for 40 weeks?

Also, the rap I like, isn't in the charts.

[Len Cnut]

Yeeeeah, no offence mate but the only place that considers that even vaguely credible as rap music is a small cross section of England...VERY small at that

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZEo15ZK5wk

@ 1:28

I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH

Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH!

Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)

Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin

Startin arsons from, Jerz to

Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment

Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up

Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella

I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin wit D

You be on Banned From TV Part III

In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup

You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck

But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'

Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat

Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets

Any hooray for tolerance! dat disagree, smack him in the teeth

Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice

Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night

(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it

Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it

My crew do drugs that Duane Reade couldn't breed

Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys

Redbones I'm bonin, MC's be clonin

That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!

My name must be he aint shit cuz everytime i come around girls be like HE AINT SHIT!

[magisme]

I love the yell in the background when he says, "My middle name must be Fuck You." Sounds like BBBBBBlllllllllluck YOUuuuuu!!!

[magisme]

Cam'Ron @ 1:28

Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?

Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true

Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer

Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo

No concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof

Act up, get out, I don't need you poof

Poof be gone, damn tough luck dag

Dag hooray for tolerance!s still doing puff-puff-pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell em

Hey back in a touched up Jag shit

Y'all hooray for tolerance!s wanna get in Cam's cerebellum

An old man just gon' tell em too late

Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone

My last girl want me back then I'm on

Fine stay, you got the grind hey

Came back, read what the sign say

Yes I know you wanna see my demise

Yeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise

Ain’t even my size, see the greed in my eyes

Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit

And that ain't even a lie, please believe me

Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and

You can ask George or Regina

The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now

Kanye @ 4:06

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn

Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh

I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out

So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out

And that make me wanna get my advance out

And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house

Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind

Kanye step away from the lime

Light like when I was on the grind

In the One-Nine-Nine-Nine

Before model chicks was bending over or

Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover man

If I could just get one beat on Hova

We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa

What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old

Sell drugs or get a job you gotta play your role

My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural

Fired a week later, the manager count the churros

Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'

How we out in Europe, spending Euros

They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone

I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on

I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs

Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free

But if they ever flip sides like Anakin

You'll sell everything including the mannequin

They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston

Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm

Shorties at the door cause they need more

Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs

They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"

[Len Cnut]

I love the yell in the background when he says, "My middle name must be Fuck You." Sounds like BBBBBBlllllllllluck YOUuuuuu!!!

Sounds like Arnold Schwarzenegger falling down an exceedingly deep hole does it?

[Mansin Humanity]

this whole song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEmw5WXtkq4

[El-P:]

That was me in BK on Atlantic

Never looked both ways, ran in traffic

Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant

Placed where the steel and cement became nature

Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous

Cityscape where the blood of good men courses

And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain

Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit

Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it

Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred

Shit'll get in your head and cause panic

Have you desperately begging to get famous

Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned

Sanity on the fringe of distorted

Who are they to just take shit and hoard it?

Who am I that I don't get my portion?

The most impressionable minds get molested

And informed by manipulating forces

Don't fret little man, don't cry

They can never take the energy inside you were born with

Knowing that, understand you could never be poor

You already won the war, you were born rich

You can only take the energy you had

Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is

Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't

Give a fuck if you ever made fortunes

Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bum shit

Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live

Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us

Don't understand love's importance

And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth

Where the ashes and dust got formed in

[Killer Mike:]

The beat breaks and your teeth break

Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake

It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs

Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape

Me and El-P do the secret handshake

Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face

'Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake

(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say

Into the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wild

Where the lions and the owls stay

The powers that be even offered up reprieves

Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees

But they can give that to the kings and

Queens and the worshipers of idols and followers of things

Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages

It's kill or be killed and I'm working with the averages

My professor Emeritus say we been cursed being brought to the Americas

How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage

Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages

But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative

Product of a teenage love,

My arrogance to rise from the pride

And the job my parents did

Named Mike I was told it was godlike

Even danced with the devil, came out alright

OK, honor y'all? No way

Still spell America with the triple K

Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea

And any MC peepin' what I go through

Real rap, my last line's so true

Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu too

We do it for you

Edited June 18, 2015 by Mansin Humanity

[Lithium]

Snakes, have you ever bought a rap album that wasn't in the charts for 40 weeks?

Also, the rap I like, isn't in the charts.

them urban youths

[magisme]

this whole song:

El-P has some stuff that just blows my mind. Have you listened to much of his solo stuff?

@ 1:15

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange

So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face

The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off grey haze

And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe

So I saluted him there, waiting for the A

Trapped on the empty platform without the option to escape

Gave him the standard: "Yo, what up man, how you landin'?"

And the hypnotized response was no surprise: "I maintain"

"Yeah we all do, that's the standardized refrain

But on some really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?"

Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth

On the train now, a caboose

In his brain now, no recluse

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth

Metro-card like: "you get what you pay for, stupid", no excuse

He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical

And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit

But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit

He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said

"The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'..shit"

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The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'

Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy...I'm bent up

Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant

To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again

The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded...wow for me

Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud: Kings County

Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit

Taking out the trash and strappin in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make moves more useless, use abuse quick

Losers, juiceless

Bitch, either speak the truth or you leave toothless

Two fists of the furiously ruthless

Justice for my very own amusement with no regard for the conclusion

I swagger with rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab

Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you have

In the back of the tasmanian path, insane again laughin

Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts

The dark art of interrogation agent skippin' class

And at last in a flash on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass

Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like "hold that!"

In other words: I'm trash, glad you asked

Edited June 18, 2015 by magisme