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chen zhen
11-05-2003, 10:21 AM
another cool video, Trylogy -Kurupt. cool peebs like Soopafly, Daz, Xzibit can be seen in this.

chen zhen
11-06-2003, 09:13 AM
political rap!
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/fredwreck/frikin/downwitus_dirty.mp3

"Down Wit US" feat. Tray Deee, Defari, J-Ro, RBX, Daz, Soopafly, Badazz, WC, Dilated, Mac Minister.

Fredwreck produced.

its good!

chen zhen
11-09-2003, 09:14 AM
[Featuring Lady 'V' Big Pimpin]
Daz:
You know what I'm saying?
I wish I had her back you know what I'm saying?
But it's all good baby you lose some you gain some
But I don't wanna gain no more you know what I'm saying?
I'm chilling right now you know what I'm saying?
Shh...d@mn
Lady "V":
There are some times when I am bad
Then there are times when I am glad
Then there are times, when I am down
Through all these times, you've been around
For the time is now, that I finally see, what your love really means
Never again, will I ever be the same
Seasons change, feelings change too, but it don't mean I change for
you
Chorus:
Only for you
Only for you
Only for you I do what I do
Only for you
That's why I'll do the things I do
Only for you
Daz:
I met a woman plus a lady that was sweet and unique
She was no trick or no tramp, she was no freak off the street
I was amazed, looks and attitude, I spoke of gratitude
She wasn't stuck up and rude, and we became cool
From then on we learnt as friends, as lovers
You could be my girl, I'd be your man just forever
Baby was butter, the bomb sh!t, tight sh!t on
I was the king of the castle, she was the queen on my throne
Stoned and bombed out, 24-7 all day
If you can handle it baby to come around my way
I get the digits, I'll give you a call later on
Your answering machine, come on, I leave a message on your phone
I'll ring you later, I hope you'll get the message, baby page me
As the days go by, I hope that you can be my lady
Am I crazy for pursuing the woman that's bad
In my heart I feel lonely and sad, and it's only for you
Chorus
When we make love, every moment is felt, we get it on
Like Marvin Gaye, I'm digging deep and beyond
Until the break of dawn I treat you like you wanna be, good
I'll pick you up in five seconds, I'll be there in your hood
Get it girl, let me see me cold rock your world
You got no time for the games, I feel the same baby girl
Your homies and homegirls probably went playa hating
But it's all cool, I'll keep the real from the fake
You'll be eating lobsters and steak, shrimps as big as the plate
We're in the gangsta paradise, coke and weed me all night
So make the greatest moments happen when it's me and you alone
Take the receiver of the telephone, you ain't home, huh
It ain't no problems, ain't no big fall out
No (???) on this relationship, so figure it out
Chorus
Big Pimpin:
She comes on like my girl goes
No (???) looking welfare, and mentally half here
Travelling in directions which haven't been traveled by a woman before
She's a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
She dances to her heritage to shake herself free
She inspires us, the chains break
And wipes the sweat from her independent dignity with grace
She is a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
They say that the queen of (???) was bad,
but then I look up at you, and I say "well, what about you? you're a
bad
woman too"
They say that men would drink out of Marilyn Monroe's toast
As well as if she was an (???),
But not as beautiful as we thought she was
Because she was a bad woman too, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and
good
Yeah you're a bad woman, meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
Chorus
Only for you I'll do the things that I do
Daz:
Yeah baby, love Daz forever. Beeeitch!!

chen zhen
11-10-2003, 10:15 AM
This track is so f*cking hard, i recommend people to hear it, its sick

Daz Dillinger feat. Kurupt -R.A.W.

[Daz]
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz

[Kurupt talking]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti, Dillinger spillin these b!tches
Gangstas gangstas make the world go 'round nigga
BLAST!

[Daz]
Nigga stop saying that you wit daz
Wet niggas and wit straps
Who could have did that
Retaliate and get back
Sh!t you came wizack
7 nigga you crizaps
Notice how I came in wit the wheels of a Jizag
Smoke weed and drink yack
Known to break bizacks
When you see me nigga violently I can get
Tap that ass claim you know where my gang hang at
Long beach, east nigga yo believe that
Slang powder, weed, and crizack
Tell me where the G'z at
Homicide, daily live hangin' where it's izat
Came bent nigga with gun knives and bizats
Whoop an nigga ass like that

[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a f*ck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a f*ck
(X2)

[Kurupt]
We make our stizacks
Murder kidnaps and jackin for the scrizatch
Not giving a f'ck, you ain't no mizatch
Pull it bizack, blast and ask questions lizast
It's like thizat, blastin chrome mizat
Thizat, playin them hoes just like Dizaz
It's all about the cizash,
Clash and blast on they b!tch ass
Yelling out f*ck y'all b!tches
Hittin' fourteen corners with sixteen switches
Who the f*ck wants to step into the dog yard
Wit all the dizogs, it's all through the fizog
Pistols aiming and anybody that wants to p!ss-off
Like f*ck all yizall, X stopped the wizall
Remarked up dogg pound gangsta dizogs
Daz is his name and motherf*cker don't forget it
I'm kurupt the kidnapping, heavy caliber missle launcher, mongrel,
With the black bizak it's like thizat
Not giving a f*ck who you are, or where your izat
Don't bark spark the strizap
Shut the f*ck, tha doggs r around
Get paralyzed by shells from hell hounds
knocking motherf*ckers up then back down

[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a f*ck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a f*ck
(X2)

[Daz]
Why you front on me low
Because I f*cked your hizoe
45 automatics to leave 'em in the street yo
Tearing sh!t up just like a f*cking torpedo
My dogs come around when they hear the wistle (peep!!)
Boom Boom Boom it fly just like a missle
Hungry dogs attack when they eat the meat yo

[Kurupt]
Hit ya in ya chest f*ck around and rip ya tiss-ue

[Daz]
Murder Murder Murder now it's all to the sequel

[Kurupt]
Nigga, that ain't no way to talk to a fellow dog well explain
I guess he a dog cause of the chain
See I ain't never seen him that near meeting
when all the cats was trying to lock a dog izup
Knock a dog dizown, drizown nizza I'm a pop the double 4 pizound
B!tch ass nigga with a b!tch ass sound
F*ck a record I'm a catch his at the hizouse
And stuff a 3 quarter inch d!ck up in his mizouth

[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a f*ck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a f*ck
(X2)

[Kurupt talking]
Yeah nigga, the real dogs is back
Daz and kurupt, like f*ck y'all niggas homie
Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk
Yeah for all y'all b!tch ass niggas
Remember the dogs, the dogs, the dogs

chen zhen
11-10-2003, 10:20 AM
Warren G -Do U See

The Blues has always been totally American
As American as apple pie
As American as The Blues
As American as apple pie
The question is why?
Why should he Blues be so at home here?
Well, America provided the atmosphere

You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
I take a look over my shoulder, as I get older
Gettin tired of mothaf*ckas sayin' "Warren I told ya"
(You don't hear what I hear)
But it's so hard to live through these years
With these funny-bunny niggaz, ain't sh!t changin
Got my mama wonderin if I'm gang-bangin
But I don't pay attention to these father figures
I just handle mine, and I'm rollin with my niggaz
Off to the VIP, you see, Snoop Dogg and Warren G
Unbelievable how time just flies
Right before your eyes, but you don't recognize
Now who's the real victim, can you answer that?
The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked (Yeah)

(Chorus)
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

Another sunny day, another bright blue sky -
Another day, another muthaf*cka die
These are the things I went through when I was growin up
There's only one hood, and niggas sh!t be throwin' up
And I knew it, There really ain't nothin' to it
Thinkin' every fool's gotta go through it
Now let's go back - (How Far?) Back in time
Draggin to these hookas tryin to mack for mine
I remember when we all used to stop at the spot
Back then my nigga-name was Snoop Rock (huh)
It was all so clear
Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nine's the year
You say "everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick"
Way back then two-one-three was the click
Somethin' to stay paid I was just a young hog
Warren G, Snoop Rock and Nate Dogg

(Chorus)
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

You make me wanna holler, get out the game
Too many muthaf*ckas know my name
While Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in Wayside
I puts it down on the street, don't try to take mine
I had to reassure the homie that he wasn't alone
We'd talk, and him n Nate'd conversate on the phone
He kept sayin, "Nigga, it won't be long
Before a little skinny nigga like me'll be home"
I said, "Snoop, things done change, it's not the same
We need to get about the game
Cuz we can get paid in a different way
Wit you kickin' dope rhymes and I DJ"
Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make it
But things are gettin hectic, I just can't take it
Should I A: Go back to slangin' dope?
Or should I B: Maintain and try to cope?
Or should I C: Just get crazy and wild?
But no I chose D: Create the G-Child
It's been on ever since with me and Mista Grimm
This sh!t is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him now
What would you do for a Warren G cut?
Would you act the fool and nut the f*ck up?
Back the f*ck up, act the f*ck up?
Niggaz talk sh!t they get smacked the f*ck up, straight up

(Chorus then fade)
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

Kristoffer
11-10-2003, 11:46 AM
Necro - transvestite

Brutally raped and hacked, Vagina torn ripped in half , Slash and rend,
mutilate, Garrote the *****, decapitate, Face ripped off, disfigurement,
Bodily dismemberment, Guts are spilled, violent death, Mangled **** to
molest... Left embracing the carcass I discover my fomentment, As I
unconsciously rub up against her gory habiliment, The muliebral texture of
the soused and silken garment, The one and only way to find sexual
contentment... Suffering from mammary and vaginal envy, I fasten around my
chest the brassiere of the deceased, Excising the breasts with painstaking
precision, I pad my bra with a pair of decomposing falsies... Hastily undress
the corpse, Peel off clothing, quite a chore, Clutching her bousterrie,
Caressing bloody lingerie, Grasping for ensanguined garb, My erection is
growing hard, Buttoning the imbrued dress, Feminine attire, a bloody mess...
As I adorn myself in my victims blood-stained apparel, My perverse urges are
fulfilled with overwhelming delight, I ejaculate as I slip into her urine
soaked panties, My carnal desire that of a necro-transvestite... Encrusted,
runny stockings, finery for a fiend... Donning ghastly vestments,
necro-splattered closet queen...

Kristoffer
11-10-2003, 11:50 AM
:eek:

Daredevil
11-10-2003, 12:29 PM
we will kill your leaders and bring you democracy
can’t appreciate it? f.uck you, is it hard to see
we only want what is best for your people
benevolent sequel, it only might seem cruel
when paratroopers who’ve been shooting down like
hell from above, regroup and start looting for fun
run to village after village, pillaging without aim
and gain advantage, the damage will outweigh
the nerve of going to war against the will of the world
turn on the television, see them kill another little girl
was she a military target? collateral damage?
killed by a missile in the city market
now it’s darker overhead than it’s ever been
severing the world body from the head, endeavouring
on a crusade for hussein and who’s sane and who’s not?
i swear, these cruise missiles are all aimed at the top

-- Jah Jah Blowjob, Don Johnson Big Band (hippest **** coming from Helsinki)

Kristoffer
11-10-2003, 03:19 PM
good lines. I've heard of the big band before but never heard any tracks. i'll try dl this one

Daredevil
11-10-2003, 05:14 PM
I strongly recommend downloading DJBB tracks. They're very good. Not strict hip hop, but a blend of genres that's hard to pin down. A very Finnish (or Helsinki-style) sound at that, I think (whee, now that we actually have a sound, after decades of abysmal music and living in Sweden's musical shadow -- heh).

Check out at least these tracks:
One MC, One Delay
Helsinki Cadenza

Kristoffer
11-11-2003, 02:33 AM
I'll try find them. (should b better than those terrible boomfunk mc's :D )

Daredevil
11-11-2003, 07:36 AM
Yah, I hear ya.

Though if you feel adventuresome, try "Flying Steps" by Bomfunk MCs for at least one track by them which I find pretty nice. Sort of some real old school Breakdance flavor in that one. :)

chen zhen
11-12-2003, 01:17 PM
Warren G interview, he speaks on the track he did wit KRS-ONE and Lil Ai, and his upcoming 213 album:

"
Warren G has seen his fair share of beef. Reared in the wild, West Coast, the G-Funk originator bore firsthand witness to the dramatic conflicts during the mid-nineties (Dr. Dre is is brother and Snoop is a rap partner). But, Warren G is considered one of the greatest products of the Left Coast for many reasons, none of which include static. One is his ability to see the positive in all situations. Warren reveals how he linked up with KRS-One on the new QDIII-produced “Beef” documentary and soundtrack. Furthermore, he talks about the highly anticipated, much-delayed 213 album with Nate Dogg and Snoop Dogg. Beef hasn’t paid for Mr. G, its always been his penchant for the funk and rhymes. Seeing the positives in any situations, past and present, has fortified Warren’s attitude and his ability to create new business opportunities for himself. The Regulator is a busy man who will put his mark down when it is his time to write his name in the history books.

AllHipHop.com: Talk about the new music on the Beef soundtrack?

Warren G: I went and got involved in the movie and QD3 hollered at me. My uncle called and he was like well Warren they doing a soundtrack. You want to get involved and I said yah I’m down to do that. He said I think it’d be a good idea to do a record with KRS ONE. And we got down and KRS ONE was with it. Then lets do it. He came in and he explained to me how he had this hip hop declaration of peace going on, and I told him that I was with that one hundred percent. He came and spit his verse out in New York and I spit my verse out here in LA and the Little AI spit on the Japanese movement. Its just a big peace movement all the way from here to here to Japan. Showing people that in hip hop people can definitely get along and we can have our beef on wax and not on the streets. And its not an East Coast West Coast thing, its different.

AllHipHop: Can you talk about what it was like to spit alongside another legend in the game like KRS ONE?

Warren G: Oh my goodness. I mean I’m a big fan and at first I wasn’t tripping, but then I thought about and it was like God **** I’m in here doing a song with KRS ONE. And that really ya know let me know that I am on my way to being a super duper legend. And I really respected him and what he did when he was coming up so it really felt great.

AllHipHop: Now do any of the parts in the film have you in it or does it discuss you directly or indirectly?

Warren G: The way it is and the way its broken down as far as New York and how it is out in LA style and it don’t really take one individual and say whoopty whoop this that and this that. They had me when I was first starting out and when I was producing when I was with Tupac. Its mainly clips and different people narrating, like KRS ONE. A lot of different cats from out here narrating and doing their thing on it.

AllHipHop: Now in Beef what do you think the goal of this type of documentary is, to education and explain different conflicts in hip hop or what?

Warren G: Just to let people see and tell people how different individuals were really having their battles. It really lets you see how the Beef is. It shows you how back in the day instead of doing the fighting and shooting it shows you how these guys used to battle. And you look at that and say, **** that’s how we should be doing it instead of violence. We gotta keep it like MC Shan and KRS ONE used to have it. And like how NWA and Ice Cube used to have it, they didn’t go shooting nobody, they handled it on record. Its showing you how bad things were at different points. Its basic goal is showing you that we ain’t gotta shoot each other we can handle things on wax.

AllHipHop: Theres been a lot of buzz lately about you coming back together with Nate Dogg and Snoop Dogg and coming with a 213 project? Talk about that and your focus for this project.

Warren G: Ya know we been doing work together, we just getting the business and everything straight. You can expect the 213 record coming soon. It feels real good being back with my two guys, I love them dudes. It makes me feel so good to work together. Us together is like the feature man, it’s the feature. We not gonna get a gang of artists together to do what we doing, were the feature right there, we don’t need others really. All we doing is getting with different producers like Dr. Dre, Battlecat, myself, Hi Tek, DJ Quik, its gonna be real nice. Just producers we like and love and its gonna be nice. And I got my solo coming because its time for that too. Its been a long time and we need something different out here to listen to and I’mma break it down how I do it and did it back in the day. I’m right there with these young dudes too is what I’m gonna show them.

AllHipHop: Is the 2003 version of 213 going to sound similar to the group from back in the early 1990’s or explain your new sound?

Warren G: Its incredibly. This piece. I can’t even explain it, its just us man. Its got a little bit of that old feel in it, its just us and how we work together, its really magic. I can’t even explain. All of us been together in Pop Warner football eating free lunches in the park.

AllHipHop: You mentioned that you’re trying to keep the guest appearances on the record very low, explain the reason for this?

Warren G: That’s what people want to hear, they want to hear 213, they don’t want to hear a hundred thousand different artists.

AllHipHop: Back when you were with Death Row Records (now Tha Row), was one of the reasons you left so early was it because they were seemingly using you and Nate Dogg and making Snoop the focus of their efforts instead of the group?

Warren G: Well I won’t say they were manipulating and all of that. It just wasn’t working out man. We was a group and we wanted to come out as a group, but it didn’t happen that way.

AllHipHop: Did you see their eventual downfall from number one status back in the days when you were with the group?

Warren G: Ah, I just kept on forward, I wasn’t even trippin. I ain’t got nothing against Suge Knight, he ain’t saying anything against me in a magazine. I just do me. I’m just mashing with who I am one hundred percent. I am all about positive energy and I keep it real.

AllHipHop: Do you see yourself working with any of the artists on Tha Row at all in the future?

Warren G: I don’t know about that one right there.

AllHipHop: You signed a deal with audio equipment maker JVC and have your own line of equipment, talk about that and how you got down with them initially.

Warren G: I got my own line of speakers and amps. Basically I got my own tens and twelves, I got a boom box, its history man. Its really history. I am one of the first to deal with a Fortune 500 company. JVC was trying to break into hip hop and I have a pretty clean record of not being one of those dudes that carry another hundred dudes with him or get caught with guns or this that and this. So they wanted to deal with somebody like this. They got at me and I was with it.

AllHipHop: Anything else you want to talk about that is going on a business level or a personal one?

Warren G: I been involved with my kids and teaching them how to play football. I ain’t coaching but I been involved in it, going to the games and stuff. Just trying to spend some good time with my kids."

chen zhen
11-13-2003, 08:55 AM
lol at this
http://www.socalsteelers.com/nov22allstar.htm

Kristoffer
11-13-2003, 09:14 AM
Who woulda've known snoop was a good coatch

chen zhen
11-13-2003, 09:19 AM
dont think he is, as hes not a good ceo of his company. hes got Tray Dee on his tail, & having his security shooting at him. (lucky for him Tray Dee is in prison now, he was in a shoot-out in Long Beach last week.)

Starchaser107
11-14-2003, 01:54 PM
Artist: Capone-N-Noreaga
Album: The War Report
Song: T.O.N.Y.

Intro:
From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation
CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha!

Chorus: 2x
T-O-N-Y invade N.Y.
multiply, kill a cop,
me and you,
you got beef, I got beef

Noriega:

Yo niggas tried to **** on me and make history, supposedly
I was the man who was supposed to be
the head of the click
lip sealed, no nigga snitch
do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi
shoot up your block and make you know me
you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect
stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset
ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set
air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten
on a mission, shoot your back out position
found missing, 2-5 deep in prison
kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian
so **** you, plus your weak religion
in disguise, nowdays I cut prize
the invincible, untouchable CNN
is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen
channel 10, we break ten, win again
kid you on pluto, ****'d out just like menudo
far from the sun, cant feel the **** that I do
I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too

Chorus 2x

Capone:

I did it for the love of cash your honor
traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuana
and my persona, glitters in gold
unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold
cash and hydro, eyes low
looking Phillipine, divide dough
and regulate, empire stare caked up
raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up
what., shining, designer lex pearl lining
the finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin'
roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York
won't stop, until we get dropped from New York
price of coke rise
j snatch my enterprise
a million more, rookie cops thinking they live
we survive, game tight like virgin nappy
feds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappy

Tragedy:

2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline
Noriega blast with nines
move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica
lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker
I told you fools to stop ****in with the Maqi
arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace
this war's mega, with the arm legga legga
been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega
gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin'
and got blown in Central Booking
I'm mad iller, organized thug killer
now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla
officially, Mousallini, punk he me
insanity, temporarily my plea
and the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free
to my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G
crime side of life, foul price to pay
illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray
when the flesh dry up and the world decay
reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy
but until then, I'ma shine to the last sin
resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again

chorus 2x

Starchaser107
11-14-2003, 01:56 PM
Artist: Capone-N-Noreaga f/ Smoke of Complexion
Album: Closer 12"
Song: Closer (Sam Sneed Version)
Typed by: ckopinto@hotmail.com

(Noreaga)
Word up dun
Aight one time... do it like that one time I'm sayin'
No executes... no executes

Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
More *****es to doubt more money to count
Yo my Swiss account, with more cheese amount
Keep piling and still gettin' calls from the island
Still do the things I do when I was wildin'
Tryin' to go from penny loafers, to mink sofas
Spend a week with dime *****es as freaks
Body so bangin' I call they're tits Sants
Ask chicks scream loud like Sam Bates
I wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If I would of got locked
Yo I wouldn't even get it but now I got this rap thing
No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win
Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days
These lasts days comin' up
Yo these little niggas comin' up
Hear the gun talk ready to buck
Not thinkin'
Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'
Pretty Ake Emore to Mobb D yo it's poppie, offically
Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune

(Smoke)
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely

You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
But you wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely boy

(Noreaga)
Yo I still remember when we first did it
Nobody with it
Label said 2-5 is to thugged out
So although we had to but God wasn't glad to
Wait our turn to boiler now we burn
On the daily done ****ed in every telly
We can fly just like R. Kelly
Them only secondary to the sun
I think I gotta son but I ain't sure
What's in store God there's more
Shortie says she came by knockin' at my door
Could it be tryin' to be what I can be
Islam me 2-5 my army
Said she about to have my seed
Soon to be, it shocked me
Thinkin' bout a little me
Eternally I bleed thinkin' of seed yo at high speed
I multiply with weed
Now I slow my life down I got time to breath

(Smoke)
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely

You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
You wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely

You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely

You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
You wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely boooooooooy

(Noreaga)
Hold us closely... hold us closely
Word up... yo... yo
A little bit of thugs is all it takes,
To make this industry just great
A little bit of thugs is all it takes,
To make this industry great
Black shine... black shine

Starchaser107
11-14-2003, 02:02 PM
Artist: Noreaga f/ Pharrell Williams (The Neptunes)
Album: God's Favorite
Song: Nothin'
Typed by: Gemini_2050@hotmail.com

[Intro: Pharell]
Oh! (Millitainment) Oh!
(Millitainment) Oh! (Millitainment) Come on
(Millitainment) Oh! (Millitainment) This one is the hot one!
(Millitainment) Aiyyo! (Millitainment)

[Chorus: Pharell]
Homeboy, I came to party (ohh!)
Yo' girl was lookin at me (ohh!)
She's a haggler naw I'm not taggin her (ohh!)
But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin ya (ohh!)
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin')
What you tryin to do, nigga? (Nothin')
What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin')
What you tryin to do

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo..
Yo N-O-R papi, say what? That nigga's the man
With his manager Chris and the label that Jams
Still flossin, showin your rocks
Ain't you dudes heard "Grimey" man we stoled your watch
It goes indian style, knees bent in dashiki
Strapped with the veritek baby tec B.T.
True she at the bar lookin good in the brown dress
Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet
Persona all thugged out loud and clear
Sayin **** the straight Henny, just grab me a beer
You see I'm reppin now, and my mami's I got a weapon now
Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they high steppin now
Left that wack label cause I don't like *****s
I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits
At the white boy club while I'm buyin the bar
They like, "Hey now, you're an all star," it go

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line
My nigga Peter got a heater of mines
Niggaz still lyin, in they wack ass bars
Only time they seen jail, when they watchin "Oz"
I'm in the club ****y drunk like, "Ahhhdadidaaaaa!!!!!!"
And mami took it proper like, "Dadadidaaaaa!!!!!!"
Adios kill your soul, then we body your ghost
They call me gordo, I sip the champagne that's importo
Playin "Capicu" (Man you ain't nappy too!!!)
I like when chocha be nappy too
I treat life like a fast car, lower my speed
I try and chill, and sell more records than Creed
Been a hustler (What? What?) Way before "Melvin Flynt"
A criminal, don't leave no prints
These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since
Caught up wit 'em, had them dudes straight hoppin the fence, it go

[Chorus]

[Bridge: repeat 8X]
La la la la la la la la la (ohh!)

[Verse 3: Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo..
Yo oops, I done done it again, I got another one
I keep it hid in my pocket I got another one
"Fast and Furious," dunn dunn dunn tudunn
Still be in, Miami and jet skiing
In the ocean where the sharks be at, just O.D.'n
Adebesi, want a brick you pay double easy
I got them things that'll move easy
And I told the lawyer, I sold blow to old Goya
I'm half spanish, you see I cook coke for Goya
I'm half spanish, all day arroz con polla
Recognize, when I'm runnin the game, before me
Chickens wasn't even messin with brain, because me
Now you started gettin head on the westside highway
So recognize my nigga you did it my way
Ice rockin, brick choppin and gun shoppin
I did it all beat cases without Cochran

[Chorus]

[Outro: repeat 8X]
La la la la la la la la la (ohh!)

chen zhen
11-18-2003, 10:00 AM
What the f*ck is this? Child support papers? What?
Chorus:
You didn't have to file on me you turned my child on me.
Why you had to file on me? You turned my child on me.
Daz:
As I lay myself to sleep at night
I pray the lord my soul to keep so I can try to do right.
There's no one else that I can turn to
I'm asking a favor oh just once
Oh Jesus Christ, lord I'm asking you.
Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is crazy,
promise to live the righteous life of the path of my babies.
Watch the clouds spread, and it shades my heart,
My relationship fell apart.
Don't know where it ended, sure can tell you just how it started,
she filed child support, and it's really cold hearted.
I've been taking care of you and your kid, all of my life,
mad at me 'cause I wouldn't make you my wife.
I've done a lot of crazy things in my days,
killing to get that weapon named, robbing just to get paid.
Now how much more can I bear, and I explode inside,
still asking myself why...
chorus
"Lil" C-Style:
I'm like "what, child support?",
man, who ever thought I would get filed on.
Uh, you know what I'm saying?
Do gangsters get filed on child support? Hell yeah they do.
I got filed on, I ain't the only one out the crew.
Uh, child support, have I got something for 'em, uh?
I, I, I, I walk by faith, and not by sight,
living day by day, praying night after night.
'Cause I'm seeing so much, so much lust lust lust,
and every pretty girl I see, I wanna touch touch touch.
You think I'm doing too much or what?
I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting the toe up.
And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up,
if I'm on the spot, you know she's surfing on my (??).
Look in her best, from the back bend over,
now she's eight months, got me buying me baby clothes, and I stroll
up.
Writing her lawyer, talking 'bout how much I owe her,
wrote him back, "I can't do a d@mn thing for ya".
All I can do, is just take care of my daughter,
thirty days later I got a court order.
She filed on me, cold game, she filed on me, uh.
chorus
Daz:
Now I'm sitting in court as she's trying to get everything,
from my house and my cars to my gold rings.
Trying to drain a brother just like dreino, you know the same old
situation's occurred, got me sitting on the curbs,
smoking a bomb joint, trying to pull my point.
Every night I get the marihuana, thinking it would take away the pain,
waking up the next morning, and thing are still the same.
Big C-Style:
I did so much, to get so little.
Paid more than the court even asked of me.
But loving no more, not even a parlay? And you want me to pay?
It's not like it's for my baby, it's more like for you and your nigga.
Why you have to lie on me, and turn my child on me.
chorus (3 times)

Related:

chen zhen
11-19-2003, 07:40 AM
Soopafly Diss towards Kurupt, in MP3

its got an odd beat, but soopa can rip it. although his voice sounds odd at times on this track.

Talkin bout Ricky (http://66.96.219.195/soopafly_-_talkin_bout_riccy(dubcnn-cdq).mp3)

chen zhen
11-21-2003, 06:59 AM
DPG basketball team!:D

Kristoffer
11-22-2003, 08:41 AM
hip hop and home security (http://www.prisonradio.org/audio/mumia/maj_2_20_03_2.mp3)

chen zhen
11-22-2003, 03:20 PM
yall should check out the newly formed rap group "4 Horsemen", consisting of Canibus, Rass Kass, Killah Priest & Kurupt Young Gotti.

http://www.hrsmn.net/

tyte

Kristoffer
11-22-2003, 03:41 PM
cool

Azrael
11-22-2003, 04:46 PM
Title: Hellrazor
Artist: Tupacl

(Verse 1)
Born thuggin', heartless and mean muggin' at 16
On the scene watching fiends buggin'
Kicking up dust with the older G's
Soaking up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust a ***** from a prostitute
Was taught lessons...a young nigga asking questions
While other suckas was guessing, I was gangsta sexing
Elementary wasn't meant for me...can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
I'm cut classes, I'm ****in blastin', straight mashin'...
Mobbing through the overpass laughing
While these other mother****ers try to figure out
No doubt...they jealous of a nigga's clout
Tell me Lord can ya feel me...
I keep my finger on the trigger, cause some niggas tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser
Everyday getting paid, police on my pager...straight stressing
A fugitive my occupation is under question
wanted for investigation....and even though I'm marked for death
I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath...mother****ers
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When a nigga gettin' richer they come to get ya
It's like a mother****in' trap
And they wonder why it's hard being black
Dear Lord can ya feel me....gettin' major...ugh
Mama raised a hellraiser

Hook:
Stress gettin' major
Lord be my Savior
Mama raised a hellrazor

(Verse 2)
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
**** near running outta time...everybody's dying
Mama raised a hellraiser...I can't figure
Why ya let the police beat down niggas
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies rushing into early graves
God probably saved the youth
Ain't nothing else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on a 16 shot...semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin' glock...
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a way
I'm praying, but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn, I see niggas burn
And every nigga that I know is on death row
My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price
Li'l young mother****er doing triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, its getting better
If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama...was smoked out
**** the drama...wanna break my loc out
Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my nigga out the ****in'...pen
Mama raised a hellraiser...Come on...ugh
Mama raised a hellraiser
Dear Lord can ya feel me

Hook:

(Verse 3)
Dear Lord can ya hear me...It's just me
A young nigga 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 nigga craazy
I got my .357...can't control it
Screaming die mother****er and he's...loaded
Everybody run for cover...Aww ****
Thug life mother****er! Duck quick
Now am I wrong, if I am don't worry me
It's Do or Die getting high 'til they bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
A lil girl like Latasha...had to die
She never got to see the bullet...just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it...she shook and dropped
When it's all on the news how she bucked the girl...to kill Latasha
Now screaming **** The World...
In the end it's my friends...that flip flop
Lips locked on my **** when my **** drop
Thug life mother****er! I lick shots
Every nigga on my block...drop 2 cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me...when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, ****ed up, and high
With my hands on the trigger...thug nigga
Stressing like a mother****ing drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights,I'ma thug fo' life
I got the heart to fight...now
Mama raised a hellraiser...why cry
That's just life in the ghetto...Do or Die

and................

Title: Who Do You Believe In

I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin
Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin fact stay high explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer

[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only gettin the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside
You know, it's like I'm livin just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I'm worthy
Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me
So I'm askin - before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the **** you did to me, my misery
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Kadafi]

Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic
Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck
With a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you ****ed
Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him
He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure
Cause he just came home off of bail

chen zhen
11-23-2003, 03:23 PM
Initiated Daz Dillinger feat. Kurupt Tha Kingpin, 2pac AKA Makaveli & Tha Outlawz
-from the album "Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back"

[2Pac] Live in this muthaf*cker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know b!tch the whole muthaf*ckin' clique.
We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH <echoes> hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
you first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on
the Westside nigga <Ridin ride on What we be?>
We ballers for real...

[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
cowards hit the panic button
thinkin' that it was what it wadn't
sh!t's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
with the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
the back cracker smack you with
my verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
get touched by my Arm & Hammer
all across the planet niggas crumble like granite
from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic
probable cause to get hit sh!t
niggas best get physically & mentally fit
Show ya hoe I ignore for real & I can tell
on the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch)
mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror
escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya
get rocked by my midnight Glock
sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
F*ckin' b!tch paid the price of a snitch the
?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death
spreads through camps like ?Parvul?
Young Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green weed
Indeed I'm out to get high & supply
what you need Mr. Postman
comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
<AY Get Yo Hand Out My Pocket Nigga!>

[Fatal Hussein]
I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg Martin
you labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
my room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
you the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces
wearin' my f*ckin' d!ck around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people
more strain on the brain & the pain I deal with
ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real sh!t
for real b!tch the steel clique I bill with menaces
ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

[Pac]
Stupid muthaf*ckas Outlaw Immortal B!tch
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we f*ckin' do this sh!t!
You stupid muthaf*ckas don't get me...
<overlaps last line>
Now take a look inside my mind
that Pen' time made me rise but still I rise
Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me
I'm armed I'm droppin' niggas like bombs
get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
takin' bustas back to the Essence
tellin' my people peep my lethal message
visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
you can't fight it nigga let go
Witness the sound made ya b!tch ass
bow down to Death Row
Mama these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes
showin' up in court f*ck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
now we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that

[Kastro] <overlaps last line>
Since my Only Fear of Death is Mama cryin' for help
& OG Daddy wanna ride when I know
he ain't got sh!t else since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know
without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K)
I'll be forgotten for sho
plus this Thug Life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single f*ck
why they dangling baby all on my nuts
I be singling fingering b!tches to f*ck

[Pac]
B!tches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
muthaf*ckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw
Initiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthaf*cka)

[Daz]
Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
and a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
and a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
enemies rest in peace deceased f*ckin' with me
I got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold
expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw
Never fell to my knees for sh!t cause I demand sh!t
with this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya sh!t
on the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes
I'm slippin' slidin' f*cked up nigga whuttup
In the cut flossin' like a muthaf*cka whuttup
beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from
that ain't where I see thangs & nigga what's the outcome

[Idi Amin]
For so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays
they delivers but still we some Bad Boy killers
Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers
then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver
from the way you just got lit up
Hit up the Westside on my way out
y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
from Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
& laid out for public display on this day
y'all niggas is historay cause the whole crew is b!tch to me
listen to me Idi How many of y'all can see me?
Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC
Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder
I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique
with a left to my lip now the fight's over
<gunshots 'til end>

chen zhen
11-24-2003, 09:25 AM
:Dchecc this

http://www.foxnews.com/video2/player.html?4881&The_OReilly_Factor&Principal%20Faces%20of%20with%20Rappers&ram-300

chen zhen
11-26-2003, 07:40 AM
up-and coming rappers on the westcoast (mostly underground) who should be checked out:

Yukmouth: this guy is simply excellent! find some of his music, u cant go wrong.

Rass Kass: has been around for a while, definately worth it to check.

Crooked-I: his album is being pushed back all the time, so we may never really hear "the best of the west", lol. chec some of the sh!t hes already done then, he can rip apart most of the famous rappers in the business today.

Suga Free: hes been around for a while too, has a unique voice & style. chec it.

Roscoe: little brother of the legendary rapper Kurupt, and only 18 years old! he made his first album last year, and hes definately talented. he can actually outshine is older brother (who has fallen off, sadly)

Jayo Felony: is mostly known for his beef wit Snoop, but is pretty good. hes from San Diego btw.

Defari: from the group "likwid crew". hes very good.

Bad Azz: underrated DPG affiliate rapper. hes appeared on Snoops "tha last meal", and on several other known albums.

Soopafly: the unofficial 3rd dogg pound member, hes a really great producer (is responsible for a lot of hits from the death row era), and is an amazing rapper.

Ecay Uno: rapper/producer. dope.

IV Life Crew: a rapper/producer crew, founded very recently. very dope.

Foesum: a g-funk group, been around for over 10 years! has been slept upon.

Tha Twinz: can be said the same of as above. Warren G affiliated.

Cay9ne: dope rapper.

Westside Connection: we all know who they are!:D they can take over the west with their next album, dropping soon. dope producers all over that album, prepare to see them on MTV & BET soon.


& a lot of others i cant remember. all the above would rip apart all the pop rappers from the east coast. they could bring the rap monopoly back to the west again. definately chec it.

chen zhen
11-30-2003, 04:27 AM
this is funny, check it

--
Artist: MC So and So
Album: Deja Vu
Label: Typical Rap Records
Production: Neptunes, Just Blaze, Kanye West, Lil Jon, Timbaland, Dr.Dre, Eminem, Neptunes, Mannie Fresh, Swizz Beats, and Neptunes.
Release Date: Either May, June, July, August, September 14, 2005 or 2006
Guest Apperances: Everybody and they momma.

1. The Typical Intro
2. Got Crunk? feat. Lil Jon
3. Felling On a Gangsta Girls Booty While Sippin Hypnotic and Smoking Dro in My New Truck on 24s cuz Im a Pimp feat. R. Kelly
4. It Aint a Hit Unless Nate Dogg is Singin On It feat. Nate Dogg
5. Everytime We Need a West Coast Artist We Get This Guy feat. Snoop Dogg
6. If It Wasnt For Ice and Cars, Id Have Nothing To Rap About feat. Baby
7. How Many Times Can We Say Gangsta in 16 Bars feat. Ja Rule
8. Gunshots for Percussion feat. 50 Cent
9. Yet Another Remix feat. a Tupac sample
10. Tell Herr Right Thurr To Come Overr Herre feat. anybody from St. Louis
11. Wiggle Ya Tailbone feat. P Diddy
12. Wheres the Asian Guy? feat. Pharrell
13. Im Angry For No Real Reason feat. Eminem
14. Whos Gonna Write My Verse? feat. Dr.Dre.
15. I Dont What The Hell Your Saying But I Need a Reggae Joint feat. Sean Paul
16. You Just Do The Hook Cuz You Might Out Rap Me On My Own Song feat. Busta Rhymes
17. In Case You Didnt Know, We Used To Sell Crack!!!!!!!!!!
feat. Clipse and every rapper from Philly
18. Im a Sensitive Man feat. LL Cool J
19. You Scream, I Scream, We All Scream for Screaming! feat. DMX, Bonecrusher, M.O.P. and most of Atlanta
20. Rap Softly And Wear A Big Chain (The Sons Of Mason Bertha) feat. Fabolous and Loon
21. Ziggy Ziggy Zoow, Hee Hee Hee Hee Hoow! ( Zowgy, Chowgy, Zowgy, Chowgy) feat. Missy Elliot
22. Just Beacuse I Make Beats Doesnt Mean I Should Rap On Them feat. Swizz, Timbaland, JD, and Mannie Fresh

Kristoffer
11-30-2003, 04:48 AM
lol that was pretty funny :D


10. Tell Herr Right Thurr To Come Overr Herre feat. anybody from St. Louis

hahaha

chen zhen
12-01-2003, 08:27 AM
Doggy Dogg World Lyrics

Artist(Band):Snoop Dogg
(Print the Lyrics)


Intro:

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherf*cker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up sh!t
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherf*ckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, noooww
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherf*ckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherf*ckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

Chorus:

It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well if you give me ten b!tches then I'll f*ck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk sh!t and I'm dumpin
I had your whole f*ckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A f*ckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my d!ckies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the f*ck of it
Ruff and rugged sh!t, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light sh!t up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you f*ckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

Chorus

Verse Three: Dat Nigga Daz

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg sh!t)

Diggity Daz out of the motherf*ckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat d!ck
Till I die I'm still screamin that (b!tches ain't sh!t)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster sh!t
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the f*ck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus

chen zhen
12-01-2003, 12:45 PM
"Sh!t Hits The Fan"(feat. Dr. Dre, Eminem)
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah
Yo, let's bring it

[Chorus – Eminem]
What you gonna do when sh!t hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said What you gonna do when sh!t hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

[Verse 1 – Dr. Dre]
Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs
Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs
Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some niggaz came up, some just didn't
That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't
Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em
So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough
And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back
And that's when extortion happens
You struggle to get free, I know how this sh!t be
You deal with anything to live legitimately
But you gone find if you do get in this industry
It's best to be business with me than against me
Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's
Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me
This sh!t don't even p!ss me off
I'm laughin all the way to the bank
Watchin the satellite from a Bentley
You niggaz don't even got a car
You're so far under my radar
I don't even know who the f*ck you are
To tell you to suck my d!ck while I'm p!ssin
I don't even listen to your sh!t to know who the f*ck I'm dissin
The media just feeds into these feuds
Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule
Talking bout he's gonna slap me. Nigga please
You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview 'em
All they doin is making fake threats to us through 'em
And p*ssy you're not Pac, I knew em
Pac was a real nigga, you just a f*ckin insult to him
It's too bad we had to fallout before he passes
If he could see this sh!t now, he'd be whoopin your ass
You're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this sh!t for 19 years
Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a @ssholes

[Chorus – Eminem]

[Verse 2 – Obie Trice]
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cuz niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 4 5 will cease the speech
Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle
Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets? I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a f*ck if all ten of them wit you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the women and b!tch in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off. sh!t
And quit tellin all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious
Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your b!tches

[Chorus – Eminem]

Hahahahahaha
Yeah, yeah
Go out behind all the gangstas you want, nigga
Matter fact, go get every gangsta from every hood
In the United States of America to back you, nigga
Ain't nobody rap wit you
You can't see that?
Fell off, nigga
Hahahahahaha
Shady slash Aftermath, motherf*cker
2003 to infin

Kristoffer
12-01-2003, 03:16 PM
That track is pretty good

Young Gotti
12-05-2003, 07:37 AM
download the newest Westside Connection album on this page
http://jakez.dimentedvision.net/ws/

download the newest G-Unit album here
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download Jay-Z's newest album here
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download the Tupac ressurection soundtrack here
http://jakez.dimentedvision.net/2pacresurrection/

download the DJ L Biggie Mixtape here
http://jakez.dimentedvision.net/biggerthanlife/

Download the DJ Whoo Kid Mixtape here
http://jakez.dimentedvision.net/gunitradio4/

Download the DJ Vlad Mixtape here
http://jakez.dimentedvision.net/thebutcher/

Kristoffer
12-05-2003, 03:16 PM
good finds

ZIM
12-05-2003, 06:42 PM
Anotha playa-hata (http://www.nedevett.com/gollum.swf) :D

Young Gotti
12-06-2003, 08:33 AM
Lyrical Gang Bang -Dr Dre, The Chronic

"This.. should be played at high volume
Preferably.. in a residential area"

[The Lady of Rage]
Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust
on the wick-wack, f*cked up suckers ya can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up
when I rack up, so all you motherf*ckers just pack up
or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin
I'm knockin em out the box 'n'
knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin
Breakin em down to the -- slab
Takin em down on their -- ass
Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh?
Send you up sh!t creek without a motherf*ckin paddle
Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain
or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level'
You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must - is bust
the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you
So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through

{*cut n scratch* "Some cool sh!t" 2X*}
{*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*}

[Kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat
Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm livin large like a fat b!tch
So get back, b!tch, I'm hard to bogart, for the f@ggots
This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless
Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this
Chewin motherf*ckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz
You're quick to talk sh!t, I whoop your ass nigga
Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
you wanna f*ck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
here to torment I put track on crack
And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th

{*"A to the motherf*ckin K*" -> Cypress Hill}

[RBX]
Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap
but now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap
cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot, stompin
Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya
The innovator, dominator, narra-rator
R-B to the motherf*ckin X -- flex wicked
Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a
maniac, with a gat
See nowadays niggaz is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
BO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death Row
F*ck it, niggaz goin wild
Everynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rut
Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
anytime steppin through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, no haste
you're gettin smoked like wood
Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat
on the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, c0cked with some yellow tape
but, the murderers escape
Audi like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang

Young Gotti
12-07-2003, 02:31 PM
Eazy-E's son.. Lil Eazy rapping! (http://www.dpgrecordz.com/audio/lil_e.mp3)

Kristoffer
12-09-2003, 06:59 AM
heh

Souljah
12-13-2003, 03:47 PM
Theres only one life, one love, so there could only be one king.

Dont really have a whole song that I could bus the lyrics of and say theyre all heavy but this little line from Nas on 'the message' about 2 verses in always had me pressin the track back button :)

Starchaser107
12-17-2003, 02:24 PM
Choke Me, Spank Me (Pull My Hair)
[Chorus: girl - repeat 4X]
Choke me, spank me, pull my hair

[Xzibit]
Cinnamon, with a taste of honey, it ain't funny
When she walk in the room, I can't help actin a fool
I know what she like, she act right
She act like she ain't gon' survive the night
without my **** all up in her ass, so quick, so fast
I see her twin towers and I'm ready to crash
Walk around naked witcha beautiful ass
Who the **** taught ya how to move that fast?
It took time to perfect the stroke, by any note
Maybe we really don't need to drink and smoke
And just try a new position, perfect your **** kissin
Bang on your G-spot 'til your (voice is missin)

[Interlude: Xzibit - repeat 2X]
I don't want to love, you
I just want to ****, you
You should bring your friends, through
I'll **** you and them, too

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
I work hard when I'm breakin your back, my lil' nyphomaniac
Suck it, swallow it, down the hatch
It ain't a game when she givin me brain, she doin her thang
I'm up all night but I never complain
I don't, waste no time with makeup lines
I just, look in her eyes and read the signs
A lot of dudes wanna pull on her arm
Cause her ass and titties light up a room like a major city
Just look how she fit in them jeans, it ain't fair
She get off too quick, when I pull on her hair
I'm the only nigga that can take you there
I ain't the only one ****in and I don't care!
She come through with a couple of friends, a couple bottles of gin
And then, that's where the party begins
And I'm the only nigga that's around for blocks
Baby get on top, and don't you stop!

[Interlude]

[Xzibit]
I know you love the way I'm diggin it out
I know it's hard to talk with all this **** in your mouth
Menage-a-trois, for moi, let's figure this out
I drink your Hennesey fifth, let's work the **** out
She don't gotta cheat cause it's a waste of her time
She'll never find another **** that's bigger than mine
Hands and knees side by side, I hit from behind
Flip it up, givin a ****, we **** all night
Bottom line, when I straighten your spine
I'm gon' find spots that ain't been hit and blow your mind
Get in line, *****es stay on the grind, cause I'm on mines
Redecorate your hips and lips and thighs
Ain't surprised you can be so pretty and be so nasty
Ass in the air like a pass to Grassi
It's a, thin line between hoes and women
And close my **** with a hat and change the linen

[Interlude]

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

MC Taiji Hips
12-17-2003, 03:12 PM
[El Producto]
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are ****ing with?
Do you know the access to weapons money and power
that we have? We will ****ing kill you!

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
rapid emcee perversion I'm America!
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb
from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America!
You *****y little tarts don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
Prepare big tactics, makin young men into martyrs
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
and jump on the CoFlow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
between serpentine words and mass confusion
of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
that the other slaughter crews periodic usin
You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
****in with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (awww, SHUCKS!)
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Ommision presence, my CHARM is the weapon
with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN TIL HE CONFESSES

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
[El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!

* DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God ****!!" *

[El-Producto]
I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of
patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS!
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat ******* of Cartman
And give a crippling **** like sand sharkskin condom
to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest **** on Soundbombing
I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then **** on your divinities
What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
star-spangled standard issue for crowd management
Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment
by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm ****in a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
* DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God ****!!" *

[El-Producto]
Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
Mother****ER!

chen zhen
12-18-2003, 10:44 AM
Originally posted by Starchaser107
Choke Me, Spank Me (Pull My Hair)
[Chorus: girl - repeat 4X]
Choke me, spank me, pull my hair

[Xzibit]
Cinnamon, with a taste of honey, it ain't funny
When she walk in the room, I can't help actin a fool
I know what she like, she act right
She act like she ain't gon' survive the night
without my **** all up in her ass, so quick, so fast
I see her twin towers and I'm ready to crash
Walk around naked witcha beautiful ass
Who the **** taught ya how to move that fast?
It took time to perfect the stroke, by any note
Maybe we really don't need to drink and smoke
And just try a new position, perfect your **** kissin
Bang on your G-spot 'til your (voice is missin)

[Interlude: Xzibit - repeat 2X]
I don't want to love, you
I just want to ****, you
You should bring your friends, through
I'll **** you and them, too

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
I work hard when I'm breakin your back, my lil' nyphomaniac
Suck it, swallow it, down the hatch
It ain't a game when she givin me brain, she doin her thang
I'm up all night but I never complain
I don't, waste no time with makeup lines
I just, look in her eyes and read the signs
A lot of dudes wanna pull on her arm
Cause her ass and titties light up a room like a major city
Just look how she fit in them jeans, it ain't fair
She get off too quick, when I pull on her hair
I'm the only nigga that can take you there
I ain't the only one ****in and I don't care!
She come through with a couple of friends, a couple bottles of gin
And then, that's where the party begins
And I'm the only nigga that's around for blocks
Baby get on top, and don't you stop!

[Interlude]

[Xzibit]
I know you love the way I'm diggin it out
I know it's hard to talk with all this **** in your mouth
Menage-a-trois, for moi, let's figure this out
I drink your Hennesey fifth, let's work the **** out
She don't gotta cheat cause it's a waste of her time
She'll never find another **** that's bigger than mine
Hands and knees side by side, I hit from behind
Flip it up, givin a ****, we **** all night
Bottom line, when I straighten your spine
I'm gon' find spots that ain't been hit and blow your mind
Get in line, *****es stay on the grind, cause I'm on mines
Redecorate your hips and lips and thighs
Ain't surprised you can be so pretty and be so nasty
Ass in the air like a pass to Grassi
It's a, thin line between hoes and women
And close my **** with a hat and change the linen

[Interlude]

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

its not xzibit rapping in that song, although its on his album. i dont remember his name.

chen zhen
12-18-2003, 01:45 PM
ive just found out that rapper Tray Dee from the group "Tha Eastsidaz" is co-owner of Tito Ortiz' "team" or whatever its called. hes his manager or something like that.

thats kinda interesting.

Kristoffer
12-20-2003, 06:36 AM
OMG... take a look at these pics and tell me he's not a Tupac wannabe

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/152/4048.jpg

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/152/4049.jpg

Please die
:D

chen zhen
12-20-2003, 08:29 AM
this is kinda pac wannabe too.

but i dunno...:p

Kristoffer
12-20-2003, 08:55 AM
ha.. I guess but Ja's pics has the same ****ing style on his letters AND same poses. That's just tooo much

Starchaser107
12-20-2003, 09:42 PM
in ja rules video he has an excerpt from a sizzla song on it "solid as a rock" the first few lines of the song is played speeded up

chen zhen
12-21-2003, 07:35 AM
my current favourite Hip-Hop/Rap artists (not listed after preference)

Tupac
Kurupt
NaS
Method Man
Kool G Rap
Dat Nigga Daz
Warren G
Rakim
DJ Quik
Too Short
Nate Dogg
Yukmouth
W.C.
Ice Cube
MC Ren
Eazy-E
DJ Premier
Priest "Soopafly" Brooks
BadAzz
Tray Dee
Rass Kass
Tha Twinz (Tripp Loc & Wayniac)

some are listed after their abilities as emcees, others as producers.

now u others do the same! lets all see what each others preferences are.

edit: check this page:
http://home.t-online.de/home/wolfgang.koelble/DPGC2/audio2.htm

theres a lot of rare tracks there, especially check the freestyle tracks.
its in realplayer format.

chen zhen
12-28-2003, 02:14 PM
uppin wit this song, off the Dillinger & Young Gotti album.

[Kurupt talking]
My nigga Daz, the funkiest nigga to make beats
Nobody see's him, East to West coast (No disrespect)
Say what? (Say What, Say What?)
Motherf*cker too much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our sh!t cuz!)
Where we from?

[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Motherf*cker, too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)

[Daz]
I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em
Hung around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand
There's only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand (Dogg Pound)
The carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky drum-a
These adventures reak havoc,
Speak lavish lifestyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage
Ryhme savage, introduction to death
Muder MC's till ain't sh!t left
In a sector, why must MC's flip
Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whiped
Claiming they classic, but you don't set no classic examples
With your f*cked up beats, and your f*cked up samples
Ya last verbal war, you won't survive no more
I turned the channel, cuz nigga you ain't live no more
I use to follow, but now you's a legend like sleepy hollow
I shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swollow
There's no tommorrow, nigga, it all ends
I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop began
I'm the man, now what is this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka)
Oh sh!t, hell no this can't be
Who's this on the radio dissing me
D-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, sh!t scorcher
Doing a video for a song that got blew outta proportion
I found he's the deadliest force in the world
Where it's all about glamour, fame, and fortune
As we blast and creep, so f*ck you
Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete
We the elite, Dat Nigga Daz is back and he's blasting
And anytime we meet face to face we mashing (ha-ha)

[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas ( too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (you know what?)

[Kurupt]
So gimmie, the heat to the motherf*cking Jimmies
Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be's penny
Raw, like fifteen separate sawed-offs
To you chest, leathal techs, and f*cked to get complex
If I had a million dollars, then I'd be rich
If your ho was on deck then I'd f*ck yo b!tch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don, Coleone
And Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes (Yeah)
Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted
Stalking you all, all walking caskets
Hit the spot where the smoke is sold
Lo and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothing more potent than vision
I seen out in through the visions, erupting
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon
Then escape a lyrical felon
Accelling in and out like, as if I'm smoking the bomb (boom)
And hit 3's as my D's shine
And keep it gangsta

[Chorus]

Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangsta Gangsta
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas

Kristoffer
12-30-2003, 03:03 PM
Papa Smurf's ass got licked (http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/smurf.htm)

chen zhen
12-30-2003, 03:22 PM
Intro: Makaveli

No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
and everybody got love

Verse One: Makaveli

To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain
ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Makin money off of cuss words, writin again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

Chorus: Val Young

To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Makaveli

It's the, City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin Cali just fun and b1tches, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this b1tch down, get us p1ssed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

Chorus

Verse Three: Makaveli

Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullsh1t
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggaz gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhf*cka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay
Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

Chorus

Outro: Makaveli

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin my sh1t
Makin my sh1t sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherf*ckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherf*ckers
LA, California Love part motherf*ckin Two
Without gay ass Dre

Kristoffer
12-30-2003, 03:25 PM
outch :eek:

chen zhen
12-31-2003, 04:54 AM
Against All Odds Lyrics

Intro:

One love... one love... one thug
One nation... twenty-one gun salute

Chorus:

I'm hopin my true mothaf*ckaz know
This be the realest sh!t I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest sh!t I ever spoke

Verse One:

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me
Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me
You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths
Peep me, I take this war sh!t deeply
I see too many real playas fall to let these b!tch niggaz to beat me
Puffy, lets be honest you a punk
or you gonna see me with gloves
Remember that sh!t you said in vibe about me being a Thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But, you and I know what's going on
Pay back I knew you b!tch niggaz from way back
Witness me strapped with macs knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man
Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and sh!t
Trying to playa hate on my sh!t, you eat a fat d!ck
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds

Chorus 2X

Verse Two:

I heard he was light skined, stocky with a haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name)
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap
A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail
Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time
I knew you b!tch niggaz was listening, The World is Mine
Set me up, wet me up, niggaz stuck me up
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga
All out warfare, Eye For An Eye
Last words to a b!tch nigga, why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your front
Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck
F*ck the rap game nigga, nigga This M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds

Chorus 2X

Verse Three:

Puffy gettin robbed like a b!tch, to hide that fact
He did some sh!t he shouldn't have did
So we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me
Restin dead, switch sides
Guess his new friends want him dead
Probably be murdered for the sh!t that I said
I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly It Was Written
Hey Nas your whole sh!t style is weak
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers
Now you want to live my life, so what's the deal
Niggaz that don't ride right
You've seen too many movies
Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie, you die, goodbye
Let the real life niggaz hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds

Chorus 2X

chen zhen
01-08-2004, 02:55 PM
[Daz]
That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows
The inkling of a sect, suspect me
This assemblies and less than two verses
I'm able to disengage mics
And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes
When I recite they like two flips
I sink MCs like ships
With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse
There's no comparison, I embarrassment
Cause microphone harassment
Here's where the fear and terror spin
I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs
Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days
So I'm able to have more to perform
I explode on the mic like C-4
I eliminate ya fool microphones
These limited the amount of opponents
Step on the microphone I show em'
Over and over, these weird situations
Enter in the gladiation, now they facin'

[Chorus]
Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize
That folks don't give a f*ck about me (They don't care)
So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise
But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor)

[SKG]
If I wanna f*ck a homie I would, ya best believe that
Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at
Niggas roll and sh!t, hatin' on a young b!tch
Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock
I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy
Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy
Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile
Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady
Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers
Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk about they c0ckin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' sh!t well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do
I'll buck y'all niggas then bust y'all niggas
Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up
Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators
Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers
Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna f*ck you
Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you
I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got
He old enough to cum, he old enough to get f*cked
Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new b!tch in town
That's how I get down

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I'd f*ck yo b!tch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone
And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes
Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted
Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets
Hit the spot where the smokers hold
Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothin' more important than vision
I've seen optical collisions corrupted
I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon
Can't escape a lyrical felon
Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong
Koran Don, set to explore like napalm
Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions
Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure
Like incisions with the deadliest intentions
To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions
I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity
Murdered by millions of volts
I got a forty cal cold
I'm all about business
Life ain't what it seems in two seconds
I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge
Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once
But I was two seconds late cause the size I was
Was the first mistake
My moms came and shook me I didn't awake
Cause in my position that's the chance ya take
In the dream, in the world with no way to escape

[Chorus]

chen zhen
01-14-2004, 12:55 PM
Check Out Time Lyrics

[Tupac Speaking]

Hey, what time is it nigga ?
(I don't know)
Oh sh!t, 12 o' clock
Oh sh!t, we got ta get tha f*ck outta here
(hell yeah)
Nigga, it's check out time nigga
Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call Syke
call all those niggas up from downstairs
tell tha valay, bring tha benz around
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back
wussup ?
(K: Man, i'm rollin' man, f*ck that sh!t)
Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool
let's go!
(S: I lost some money nigga)
aw nigga
d@mn

(Tupac)

Now I'm up early in the mornin'
breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers
While I'm into sexy capers
Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us ?
Plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a Boss Playa
death before I let these b!tches break us
Last night was like a fantasy
Alazhay and Henessy
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested
picture all the sh!t we did
I got her hot and h0rny
All up on me
what a freaky b!tch
First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited
It don't matter just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scence
too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out time

(Chorus)

We got to go (2X)
Its check out time
We got to go (4X)

(Kurupt)

They label me an outlaw
So its time for the panty raid
My fantasies came true
with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade
Did it all, in too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
So I assume
Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
Then its only right for me to disappear into the night
My games trump tight
So I find time to recline
Sneak into your room
instant Messiah
sh!t, wines of all kinds
I ain't got much time
so hurry up and pop the dime
And let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night
I gots to get you hot and heated
Play it like Micheal Jackson and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention
I'm done and I'm out
cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Cuz busting b1tches is a hobby, nigga
It's check out time

Chorus: Kurupt

We gotta go (8X)
[K talking] Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the f*ck is Daz at man?
This nigga locked up or somethin
The only one not to leave
Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother
You seem them b!tches?
We out man, f*ck that sh!t
Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup?

Verse Three: Syke
Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa
The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later
My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed
Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room
From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom
I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way
I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night
Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck
In a heaty, sticky situation
Get up baby, you ain't on vacation
It's check out time
Chorus: Syke

We gotta go (8X)
Ay, it's check out time
Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherf*ckin, where my shoes go nigga?
Where my motherf*ckin drawers and sh!t at man?
Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too f*ckin much
What the f*ck y'all doin nigga?
Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz
c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man
Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man
We gotta go (8X)
I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred

chen zhen
01-15-2004, 12:51 PM
[Daz Talking]
What is reality?
Motherf*ckers out here don't know sh!t
They ain't tryin to know sh!t
Just a dumb motherf*cker out here tryin to represent
Get my mothef*ckin paper
You don't think so? Well then f*ck you hoe
Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of sh!t
Gotta get paid motherf*cker

[Dat Nigga Daz]
F*ck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team
When it seems to be reality is just a dream
Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die
When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise?
So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips
While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'
What I represent God only knows what lies for myself
Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth
Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life
Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life
Will money be the root of my destruction?
Without the money I can't even seem to function

[Kurupt]
Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
As complex as the situation gets
I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain
To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain
Ahh sh!t, I don't believe this
Some niggaz that I f*cked with tryin to pull a twist
But ain't that much twistin in existance
And this is how you show me love
It shows me exactly what money's capable of
Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin
and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies
(all my homies) for jackers only
Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
I'm back with the fifth of Henn
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again

Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)
*repeat 2X*

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
in the world of madness, will my composure be the same
Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground
a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes
on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green
These six b!tches wanna get a nigga caught up
for what, a simple nut, a simple f*ck

[Kurupt]
Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances
to survive in nineteen ninety-five
So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
to survive nowadays
Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again
cause I'ma get in deeper sh!t if I convert to crime again
out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me
It irks me, strenuous controversy
What's next on the list to complete
after all this sh!t that popped off on the street
And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides
Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)
It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)

[Tray Dee]
Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me
Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)
I beez the hardest, regardless fool
Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel
Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)
It's no remorse when you cross my course
I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports
Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this
Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.
B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be
Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
Motherf*ckers best be in love with this G sh!t

Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
Nowhere for me to hide from reality (continue endlessly)

chen zhen
01-16-2004, 05:12 PM
Tha Dogg Pound: Sooo Much Style lyrics

[Kurupt talking]
Have you ever seen... sooo much style?
We bout to do it a little somethin like this
Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin?
(and you don't stop)
f*ck all your motherf*ckers
(and you don't quit)
And umm... for some strange reason
(and you don't stop)
Niggaz like to duplicate
(and you don't quit)
(and you don't stop)
Transformin ass side bustas, Daz
(and you don't quit)

[Dat Niggaz Daz]
Come get at me, and play get back
The plots, concoct thoughts on dat, can you counteract?
I'm openin my eyes, and my thought's a blink
(but yet and still) there's no ideal what these thoughts contain
All alone (like) like no else around
in the area (say what) runnin sh!t from here to Siberia
Now is this a jack?

[Kurupt]
Nigga yes it is
Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez

[Dat Nigga Daz]
And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
That, automatic straps that's supposed to
be hittin new clothes and expose
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool select to get his whole jock connect too
I select too, so motherf*cker bow down
Niggaz swear the Pound got so much style

*chorus*
Sooo many styles (repeat 3X)
*repeat 4X*

[Kurupt]
Now have you ever seen me? Seen meaning saw
Niggaz running up in me murdering em all
My composure, stays above sixty degrees before
I enter in a circle and start maraudin MC's
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style
they can't match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll start from scratch
So enter in my zone, I refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone I had to kill and murder to own
From the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
emotionless sh!t registers in my mind when I get high
The darkest secrets, keep it untold
when it's revealed the Amityville mirage will unfold
Take flight, I ignite like C dash 4
With Daz I blow the sh!t the f*ck up like the last world war
My creations, mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style

Chorus 2X

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Now let me take a second, for Dat Nigga Daz
to amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
F*ck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone
How can you see me when I'm already high and blown
to the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC's card
Now the Pound is blessed, like dove
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

[Kurupt]
Every single day our sh!t is gettin played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggaz step in the midst of confusion
How can you see what can't be viewed?
DPG has the ability to end a whole feud
So forget it, you're feelin lyrically energetic
So I sentence you to death by use of poetics
That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it
Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Niggaz don't realize what's with the Pound
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin
No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start dumpin
Let me explain (whassup) niggaz don't know what time it is
I ain't even tryin to make friends
F*ck the bullsh!t the idiotic type bullsh!t
that you be stressin, let me get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you know
Ninety-four's the year now we f*ck up hoes
Ninety-five we survive everyday
and what they say (we got styles)

*chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to DPG over*

MC Taiji Hips
01-20-2004, 08:58 PM
[Aesop Rock]
The water ain't safe, the land's made of water
I hug a half empty glass my dignity's trying to corner
I'm trying to see the future in a tea cup and a saucer
But I rather be drinking coffee with my cigarette foster
And a run away buckle the cloud-nine fantasy filter to force the brutal truth
Of daily market place wars through the roof
I mean I stood beneath the icicles that bleed under the yawning
And magically mastered the great absorbing of spirit falling
But I'm sick, I've plowed these fields a thousand times over
Sold botanicle research studies to farmers with whole quarters
And when science proposes to art besides that peace-full sea
I'll be that cat with a ring on a pillow shouting finally
Take a number, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber
A hundred thousand freaks on parade for the village hunter
My every when acted upon has gone loopy
But I play a game called lets prepare barnacle city for the end or new sink
I split the radius at go getter bellies, reconnaissance
Seeping fossil genie bottle optimist freeze
Run from the fountain but the fountain is a deseret optical tease
Tummy full of sand running man impossible stop
There's a wing in my gut and i'm all dust
Surfing the earth and I dine-rise certainly flushed
Now one in the hands work to and top the toilet seater
But what lies inside my heart is off the mother ****ing meter

[Chorus]
See the Water ain't safe no more
'I'm just trying to build my self to act as a truley better man ****'
See the water ain't safe no more
'Nah nah the water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be a solid oak tree for every child to carve its name across
'The water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be the dream of ever peasant the hurricane can offer
'I'm just trying to be some body I can talk to in the morining with a smile'
The Water ain't safe no more..

[Verse Two]

And i've always been a 40 night chronologic hostage
Rusted hook in the lip of the monarch
Wingless Anime
I don't play in the man race cycle
Hope floater
Gloating inside carnal indifference till doom cops are slight and
potent quotas
I'm 20 something pumping acrylic tomorrow side ways
Blazing passage with a map tattooed on the back of the classless
Now tip toe across a lost cause
Because a lost cause found
Don't mean you found a cause
That means you found a lost cause
Ok now ive been here for role playing
Slaying my here and now
To benefit consumption for my peers stiring the plow
And its incredible
Handy jackets turn numerals to sentinels
But bad apples ain't sweet and cretins ain't that memorable
I'm Mozart with a focus on the tide
Hiding the inconsistencies of man behind water and wine
I wear a tiger stripped ego and bilbo act my progression
With a kingliness formulated through the flesh of the oppressors
God had a flask I can prove it
You really think the 13 loops that loose daughter
spawned me a sober unit, check potion
Addressed the ghost inside my TV with a ruler
At hear to the back bone stone pusher
Here ten thousand hackers deep in a movment
Thats 20,000 crucial ruby heels clicking in unisan
It's beautiful, truly beautiful
I keep a stick inside my hand
and carve my name inside every wall of the falling hologram

[Chorus]
See the Water ain't safe no more
'I'm just trying to build my self to act as a truley better man ****'
See the water ain't safe no more
'Nah nah the water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be a solid oak tree for every child to carve its name across
'The water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be the dream of ever peasant the hurricane can offer
'I'm just trying to be some body I can talk to in the morining with a smile'
The Water ain't safe no more...

chen zhen
01-30-2004, 09:01 AM
[Kurupt]
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
For a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta f*ck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherf*ckin nigga from back in the past

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherf*ckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole f*ckin crew
Now whatchu wanna do? (Hmm, whatchu wanna do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it
what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhymes are inflamable and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable

Chorus: Daz, Kurupt

[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)

Verse Two:

[Kurupt]
I hits it like shots, from the homey's strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a F*CK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a d!ck
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, f*ck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherf*ckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there

[Lady Of Rage]
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
F*ck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for c0ck and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...

chen zhen
02-20-2004, 07:27 AM
http://tides.carebridge.org/Videos/DIRTY-KUFFAR_Hi.wmv

right-click & save as..:D

chen zhen
02-28-2004, 01:56 PM
Tha Luniz featuring Redman: Hypnotize

[Redman]
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure
(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like them two b!tches from Baps

[Luniz]
[Yukmouth]
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
off each other's booty love the Luniz
I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
Come clost c0ck the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi

[Numscull]
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, cuz big dope had his balls
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take sh!t over
No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant
Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest
Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think

Chorus: Redman and Luniz

Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
"I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out"
(repeat 2X)

[Luniz]
[Yukmuth]
Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah!
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet

[Numscull]
So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic'
Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap sh!t
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good

[Redman]
Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar
School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's
You're facin, the Cochise of operation
And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations
Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons
Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!)
And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark
You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks
I bang rawly, do you orally
My h0rny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40

Chorus 1/2

[Redman]
I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga
Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors
Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture
sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment
What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets?
It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherf*ckin crew
I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental
Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
Blaze high, then smoke

[Luniz]
[Numscull]
Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
two and two, four deep makes a crew
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice
Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas
One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over

[Yukmouth]
Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
Players we know, ain't no gambino
Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
But clown you more like Downtown Judy
Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control
in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime
But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin
Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen

chen zhen
03-11-2004, 05:50 AM
HOLDIN THE CROWN LYRICS - Planet Asia


C'mon...
Yeah-yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
9-3-7-0-6. 9-3-7-0-6 you don't...

I'm just unwinding, brainstorming wit word connection
We do this in the summertime, lovely in your section
Bleedy eye blitzin the zone, reppin FC
Westside, Fresno Cali got me bubblin like Pepsi
Wit hot sh!t ya'll, Planet Asia done did it
Once again for the fans and fools, and rap critics
I'm all round, seasonal, ya'll niggas is part time
Artists is fake thug niggas, rappin regional
I came to slapbox wit you, my gladiator thoughts bring up issue
Got you leavin, feelin like I dissed you
But if the shoe fits you, there ain't sh!t you can do
But praise the Asian
Amazing in effect, I stays in
Hear to let you know we bout to blow over the decibel wit
Straight up soul food like rice, beans, and vegetables
I let the ink flow from start to finish
And this was thoroughly thought out before the rhyme got printed, like

[Chorus] 2x
One for the As, two for the spades
This is how another session gets blazed
It's Planet As, still holdin the crown, controllin the ground
For all my niggas holding it down

[Planet Asia]
It's Planet Asia, back again on vacation
Secret best kept is how I rep the foundation
Some MC's only make music for modulation
But then I came wit heated beats from out the soundstation
Darkman recorded by the 4-27 Eclipse
Straight up slumpin, yo this sh!t, we be the sh!t

(Unrelieved!) On some unknown, independent
It's called the priveledge, printed by the indigenous
Non-religion is a visionist, something to feel
But can't touch this year, we added on like plus
Slang exhaust dust, splurgin no matter how much it cost us

We bomb like stealth off of knowledge of stealth
Type selfish and I rhyme like I don't need help
Cuz all I need is my health, a little weed and some wealth
As I proceed to hit your dome up wit the keys to the Yard
Y'all niggas don't want me to start, start breathin all hard
Like it's me again, back in effect in 3-D again
To crews, I break the late night news on CNN
Where you can find your child missin, listenin
To the artist whose ambition is write like he got a life sentencing
Interesting and convincing, get ran through
All around the globe, from Japan, Africa to Vancouver
Now get wit me, I spit journals in staccato sickly
And informal, photograph take it quickly
And correct man, when it's in your face respect game
I used to front it frequently, but now I'm on jets and planes
Rental cars, cabs, checks and trains
So may chapters in my cabbage, I be stashin rhymes in baggage claim
Rhymes in the Range, I'm no square mileage for the scholars
I polish jewels and never put the wisdom 'fore knowledge
Before the dollars,I been puttin it down
Unassisted like ? wit my foot to the ground

Chorus 2x

(Holding the crown)

chen zhen
05-01-2004, 04:29 AM
Ras Kass - Nature Of The Threat

Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold of darkness
Roughly 20,000 years ago the first humans evolved
with the phenotypical trait, genetic recessive
Blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin
Albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, Africans
So the mutants traveled North of the equator
Called Europeans later, the first race haters
So here's the Devil's alpha to the beta
Cause history's best qualified to teach one
Quoting German philosopher Schopenhauer
"Every white man is a faded or a bleached one"
Migration created further mutation
Genetic drifts, evolution through recombination
Adaptation to the climate
As the Caucus Mountain man reverted to that of a primate
Savage Neanderthals, until the late Paleolithic age
That's when the Black Grimaldi man came
With the symbol of the dragon, fire and art
Check cave paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf
Around 2000 B.C. Southern Russians migrate in small units
Those who travel West populated Europe
Those who went East settled in Iran, known as Aryans
1500 B.C. some crossed the Khyber Pass into India and
created Hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism
A white dot on the forehead meant elite
The black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables
They wrote the holy Vedas in Sanskrit
That's the language that created Greek, German, Latin and English
Now the Minoans around 2000 B.C.
Starts on the island of Crete, in the Agean Sea
The Greek culture begins Western Civilization
But "Western Civilization" means "White Domination"
Myceneans learned from Kemet, called Egypt in Greek
It existed since at least 3000 B.C.
Creatin geometry and astronomy
This knowledge influenced Plato, Socrates and Hippocrates
Cause Imhotep, the real real father of medicine
Was worshiped in Greece and Rome in the form of a Black African
The word Africa comes from the Greek "Aphrike"
meaning "without cold"; the word philosophy means "love of knowledge"
Stole from first man, Greek power expands
The first Greek fraternities band
The word gymnasium is Greek for "naked"
This was the place where adolescent boys were educated, and molested
This was accepted because Greek culture was ****sexual
For example, Sappho trained girls on the island of *****s
Hence, the word lesbian (Ay let these dumb mother****ers know)
December 25th, the birth of Saturn
A ****sexual god, now check the historical pattern
December 25, now thought the birth of Christ
Was Saturnalia, when men got drunk,
****ed each other then beat their wife
Fact is, it was still practiced, til they called it Christmas
So put a gerbil on your Christmas list
The Hellenistic Era, Alexander the Great
Conquers all the way to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black Phoenicians in Sicily
The Punic Wars began 264 B.C.
The Black general Hannibal and Carthaginian Peace
In 146 B.C. Carthage fell after a six-month siege
Rome sold every citizen to slavery
The first genocide of history
And more bisexuality in sight; Julius Caesar was known as
"every woman's husband and every man's wife" (BEOTCH!)
Spartacus Revolt, a slave rebellion that lost
Where 6,000 slaves was nailed on a cross
Cross? Aw, ****! Jesus Christ! Time for some-act-right
Christians get your facts right
Cause Christ was not his name
That's Greek for "One who is anointed"
Yoshua Ben Yosef was his name, do Christians know this?
So who do you praise, do you know his name?
Or do you do this in vain?
Accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave
Peep the description of historian Josephus
"Short, dark, with an underdeveloped beard was Jesus"
He had the Romans fearing revolution
The solution was to take him to court and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in a dream
In his vision, it read "En Hawk Signo Wonka":
"In this sign we conquer" - Manifest Destiny
In 325 he convened the Nicean Creed
And separated god into three
Decided Jesus was born on December 25th
and raised then on the third day is a myth
Plus to deceive us
Commissioned Michelangelo to paint white pictures of Jesus
He used his aunt, uncle, and nephew
Subconsciously that affects you
It makes you put white people closer to God
(Yo, 'The Man' got game like a mother****er!)
True indeed, **** it, Jihad
In the eight century Muslims conquered
Spain, Portugal and France and controlled it for 700 years
They never mention this in history class
cause o'fays are threatened when you get the real lesson
Moors from Baghdad, Turkey threatened European Christians
Meaning, the white way of life; hence the Crusades for Christ
On November 25th, 1491
Santiago defeats the last Muslim stronghold, Grenada
King Ferdinand gave thanks to God for victory
And the Pope of Rome and declared this date to forever be
A day of "Thanksgiving" for all European Christians

.. Now listen, when you celebrate "Thanksgiving"
What you are actually celebratin
is the proclamation of the Pope of Rome
Who later, in league with Queen Isabella
sent Cardinal Ximenos to Spain
to murder any blacks that resisted Christianity
These Moors, these black men and women
were from Baghdad, Turkey
And today, you eat the turkey, for your "Thanksgiving" day
as the European Powers destroyed the Turkeys
Who were the forefathers of your mothers and fathers
Now fight the power, you *****-ass niggaz!

Now around this time, Whites started callings us Negroes
That's Spanish for black object meaning we're not really people
but profit, and the triangle trade begins - they seize us
Queen Elizabeth sends the first slaves on a ship named Jesus
Stealin land from the indigenous natives
Gave them alcohol to keep the Red Man intoxicated
Whites claim they had to civilize these pagan animals
But up until 1848 there's documented cases
of whites bein the savage cannibals, eatin Indians
In 1992, it's Jeffery Dahmer
They slaughtered a whole race with guns
Drugs, priests and nuns
1763, the first demonic tactic of biological warfare
As tokens of peace, Sir Jeffery Amherst
passed out clothin and blankets to the Indian community
Infested with small pox, knowin they had no immunity
Today it's AIDS, you best believe it's man made
Cause ain't a **** thing changed.. let me explain
Now since people of color are genetically dominant
and Caucasoids are genetically recessive
and Whites expect to be predominant, meaning survive as a race then
they simply must, take precautions
That's why they're worried about their future now
Cuz by 2050, almost all the Earth's population
will be brown, then black, so understandin that, whites counterreact
(I'm sayin.. man.. them fools
ain't nothin but a teaspoon of milk in the world color majority)
So they created a system
to force blacks into an unnatural position
That re-enforces the position of natural inferiority
In addition, created guns and developed the ethnocentric view
that God justifies every ****in thing they do
Condition people to perceive whites' culture as civilized
and every other culture considered primitive - not true!
Racism is the system of racial subjugation against nonwhites
in every areas of human relation
Entertainment, education, labor, politics
Law, religion, sex, war and economics
See blacks were 3/5ths of a man with tax purposes intended
You think you're Afro-American?
You're a 14th amendment and a good nigga
Jews don't salute the ****in swastika
but niggaz pledge allegiance to the flag that accosted ya
They never teach about the break of islands like Jamaica
But before slaves came here whites would take a
pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes
Slice her stomach with a knife
and let the unborn baby fall to the flo'
And stop an unborn child in front of all the slaves
to inbreed fear, so they'd be scared and behave
and not rebel more
Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators
I paraphrase historian Ishakamusa Barashango
"Understand that regardless of the lofty ideas ingraved on paper
in such documents as the Constitution or Declaration
the basic nature.. of the European American white man
remains virtually unchanged".. so check
This is the nature of the threat

norther practitioner
05-01-2004, 03:55 PM
Artist: The Genius f/ Ghostface Killah, Killah Priest, The RZA
Album: Liquid Swords
Song: 4th Chamber

Intro: (LP version only)

Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
*baby gurgling*
So... come boy, choose life or death

Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti *****es, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
The kid hold white ****, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas, grab the Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin rum, at his family cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

Verse Two: Killah Priest

I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged ***** lips

Verse Three: The RZA

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Unlaw all you snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the lambs, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons and electrons always cause explosions

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)

The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is bunkhouse debris
I'm on some tax free **** by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the limp on temp
with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin to figure who invented
this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

Kristoffer
05-08-2004, 06:32 AM
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0426043murder1.html

chen zhen
05-20-2004, 12:25 PM
to StarChaser107: ill give you the latest details on crooked i: he has signed his new independent label to Universal, which will give him proper promotion. his album will drop this year, and will feature production by high-ranking producers like Kanye West, Rick Rock, Battlecat, and maybe soon Dr. Dre, since he has been talking to him some weeks ago, and dre is interested in providing him with beats. crook is open with working with anyone, even deathrow, even though they have been giving negative statements about him lately.

other hip-hop news: of course i will drop some dpg knowledge: Kurupt will have a big featured article in the source magazine next month, and will be featured on the cover, for the first time in 10 years. he has also created a group called "Riflemen" featuring Prodigy amd Havoc from Mobb Deep and San Diego rapper Jayo Felony. his next single may also feature the group MOP.

Daz Dillinger has released his first single from his So So Def debut album, and can be downloaded in mp3 here: www.dpgrecordz.com
it features Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge, and sounds poppy, but hey, thats what sells nowadays i guess. his verses are pretty average on it too.

lotta other news, but i dont care to write that much:o

Nikolaj

Chang Style Novice
05-20-2004, 02:08 PM
**** time's done changed these thugs do what they like
Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife
And still hit the block and slang rocks at night
But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right
Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say
You don't have to sell drugs or make the NBA
It's easy to get a grant and get an MBA
To achieve one goal there's more than one way
Young people on the whole we have lost our way
I don't care what it cost I'm not impressed my nigga
That throwback jersey is a dress my nigga
I remember diamonds used to be girl's best friend
Enslaving Black children with them third world gems
I don't care about your rims, kids ride Big Wheels
Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't
With way more ego than you have true talent

<And this is for...>

Any white boy who thinks he knows my struggle
Cause he listens to Pac and his adrenaline doubles
Now I ain't got problems with you being yourself
But when you front and use the N word, it just don't help
I might not trip, and your friends'll laugh at you
But I know some real niggaz that'll straight up slap you
Now you could be down, but let's act growed up
Cause we ain't the same color when police show up
My culture's not a trend, being Black is not in
But for you it's just a phase you're gonna have to transcend
While even if I tried, I could never blend in
To society's mainstream, American dream
Yeah, it's all one love, but remember one thing
This music is my life, not a cultural fling
It's an expression of the soul when we dance and sing
And you are blessed to have a chance to even glance the scene

<And this is for...>

Man I do the same music, they stop coming to shows
It's like they scared of the white boys in the front row
First I was like "so?" I'mma get my dough
But the numbers kept falling as my fan base would grow
And now I'm concerned so I gotta speak up
First the money was the only thing shutting me up
But now I don't care, don't support me, get mad
Why wouldn't you abort me, my own people have
I feel I should have the scans white rappers have
It's sad but that's the way it is
What's the reason that my album doesn't sell like his?
And don't front like you don't why the hell that is
It's because he's white, you can relate to his face
Through the years you've been taught that Black is unsafe
Plus it's only natural for your own to be embraced
Conscious or subconscious you can't say that ain't the case
Only reason it took so long to take place
Was up until now your only choice was 3rd Bass
Or others like Ice, wasn't really that tight
Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic
You relate to their stories cause you share that past
Question is, why would you listen to MURS' Black ass?
I asked myself for a while but now I finally get it
Good music transcends all physical limits
It's more than something that you hear, it's something that you feel
When the author and experience and passion is real
Used to feel I should be silent, I was scared to do this song
But I want everyone aware of what is going on
Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues
And yes it is the exact same way they did rock
But I refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip-hop
I refuse to watch that bull**** happen to hip-hop

chen zhen
05-28-2004, 09:18 AM
OT: looks like somone is making major moves, haha:

CaptinPickAxe
06-07-2004, 10:32 PM
Yo, yo yo yo, yo
It's a shame when these MC's **** with us
Yo yo, yo what they call you kid?
Yeah they call me Bigg Jus
Yo, it's a shame when these MC's **** with me
Yeah what's your name son?
They call me El-P
I must be, entirely, too ****in nice
El the Don Digital, pass off to the right

[Bigg Jus]
From now on I'm impeachin Nautilus, Substitution, Mardi Gras
Hot Nickel is back from filing at the Shark Bar
**** the Shah, bringin it to you live after dark
Ask the Psychic Friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends
Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in
Got a whole crew of girls bent you raped Bell Bottom Tim
This concluding a broadcast from here to the next millenium
Off you niggaz execution style ?

[El-P]
The prime directive is to mostly play a part of utter psychosis
Not prone to play stationary man hopeless
Gene pool tumors get rocked without discretion
Fashion MC's drop now they part of my fall collection
Dementia earth burners while Earth sinks further into servitude
Hollow UFO's is comin in
And bill collectors get clicked on
Subtle murderous murder verse form a corporation
In beef we briefly bankrupt but you suck litigation

[Bigg Jus]
The mixed *******, wherever I lay my stat I oughta booby-trap it
Super duty tough word, singin some stylish caged graphics
to kids, who find a hornet's nest just for excitement
I laughs when some Mars Attacks when I bust up ?

[El-P]
It's all fantastic when I bank, grand martial arts shouldn't faze me
I see-through ***** like the Invisible Woman
Teenagers turned trick pimped by pedophile labels
they started but fall from, soon to be disabled

*chorus*
I want to be paid, MC, berzerker
Fancy, tryin to eat, just livin
I want to be paid, MC, berzerker
Fancy, tryin to eat, just livin

[Bigg Jus]
I must be, entirely, too ****in fresh
Jus the killer Funcrusher, pass off to the left

[El-P]
And I, cut most meticulous
Descriptive clip from the hit you done **** on site as ridiculous
And under my thumb went numb hackers
when EMS workers caught blood from slug catchers
Here's the limit dusty but digital
With a far more rugged approach than Red Asia
Bust the sundial, wild advanced placement in effect
For me, it's either rhyme or euthanasia
Stands brittle but b-boy shell rugged and practical
Subtle anarchy, climate is unadaptable
Vulcan, logic, brought upon his destruction
Attack him at the fulcrum and society can't function

[Bigg Jus]
I've been underground since thirteen literally
Bombin the whole system up, beautifying the scenery
Bless the turns I step up off these New Balance 580's on
No order fool coherency Clinton speak Egyptian
Get cocked, not back in the jungle, ease up friction
High dose of energy fuels my fermenting splintering in three sections
Each capable of launching attack in any direction
Hook it back up and connect it
Death-defying, all up on your e-mail addressing
I defy, any and all attempts at logic
Gray matter material formulate engineering solids
?Truck the vat scientific frontage off of science?

[El-P]
Every bloodline is tainted, signifying malignant raps
who with bad intentions of boogeymen and death as a source of laughter

[Bigg Jus]
Yeah your precious family tree'll end this century
No traditions to pass down, ?spend your way out of eternity?

*chorus*

If I have to live on this earth without sight
I'll be the illest blind *******, to ever touch a mic

To bust off with a mic, like that, the tracks is over, we came fat
End it right there, like that...

Kristoffer
06-19-2004, 09:21 AM
Listen to Eyedea rip the mic!
http://media.epitaph.com/epicenter/core/149/349/4028.mp3

..n see the vids under download
http://www.looptroop.nu/

Chang Style Novice
07-06-2004, 02:11 PM
To, me, not many are fu(kin' with Daniel Dumile right now. Zev Love X, the Metal Face Villain, King Gheedorah, Viktor Vaughn the Vaudeville Villain.

MONEY FOLDIN' DOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Confirmation of your worse fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
I'm like, fu(k it, bubble-baller
Catch ‘em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
B@stard, who could make G's faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
There's four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey
I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins
Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering
Sounded like a half-dead from scurvy band rock
A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hanc0ck
Maybe next life he'll try harder
Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for via barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya'
What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
Tell ‘em when they come with more topics besides blazers
Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames
The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game?
Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
These flows you won't find in no "how-to"
If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the sh!t out you
Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all y'all motherfu(kers and bloodsucker
Coping more pleas than when a rap n!gga bicker on
And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
With his d!ckhead inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea
If he lost ya', wait ‘til he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged
For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
Survival, keep a rival in denial
And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon

Chang Style Novice
07-07-2004, 12:24 PM
https://webspace.utexas.edu/swinburn/Danger_Mouse_Somersault_rmx.mp3

https://webspace.utexas.edu/swinburn/Viktor_Vaughn_Doper_Skiller.mp3

Couple of MF Doom collaborations, the first with Danger Mouse (of Grey Album fame) and the second with Kool Keith/Dr. Octogon/Dr. Dooom/Black Elvis/the only guy with about as many pseudonyms as the Money Folder.

Kristoffer
07-13-2004, 05:22 AM
:eek:


That was great!
everyone with audios, post away

TheBlackDragons
07-13-2004, 12:53 PM
everyone that posted posted awesome rappers

slick rick is clasic there all awesome


I do like Big poppa

CaptinPickAxe
07-13-2004, 12:58 PM
www.definitivejux.net

check out the videos and audio clips...

Def Jux is home to the likes of:
El-P
Aesop Rock
Cannibal Ox
Mr.Lif
and more...

Kristoffer
08-03-2004, 03:28 AM
peep this 'double video'
http://www.fjardevarlden.com/fjarde_varlden_-_annu_en_gang_upp_med_garden.wmv

Chang Style Novice
08-12-2004, 08:03 PM
http://homepage.mac.com/phantroll/.cv/phantroll/Public/pistolpete_hellya.mp3-link.mp3

Dead Prez is remixed by Pistol Pete into a mashup with the Slits' version of "I Heard It Through the Grapevine." I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that "Hell Ya!" is the funkiest credit-card fraud instructional Slits mashup I've ever heard.

Starchaser107
08-12-2004, 08:09 PM
watch b.e.t. Uncut in the afterhours for the video.

Chang Style Novice
08-12-2004, 08:20 PM
What's the original sound like?

Or put more bluntly - got mp3 link?

Kristoffer
08-13-2004, 04:38 AM
on the album there's 3 (!) versions of hell yeah. one with jay z. I like the one from the video best.
http://www.google.se/search?hl=sv&ie=UTF-8&q=dead+prez+hell+yeah+video&btnG=Google-s%C3%B6kning&meta=
maybe it's here somewhere unless u have kazaa or simmilar programs

Kristoffer
08-13-2004, 04:44 AM
I'll post another vid while Im at it


Cami - Me will not lose
http://www.behind.se/CAMINOTLOOSING.MPG

Kristoffer
08-13-2004, 05:06 AM
KEN - bb
http://www.fantastic4.org/ken-bb_berattelsen.wmv

Chang Style Novice
08-13-2004, 09:42 AM
http://multsanta.madvision.co.uk/blunts/indexb.html

Cocaine Blunts and hiphop tapes, a really excellent underground hiphop MP3 blog. He's kind of on a retro kick right now, posting cuts from Ras Kass' unreleased "Van Gogh", old Project Blowed rareties, early stuff by The Coup, and one of my old favorites, the original, superior version of "Pistolgrip Pump" that RATM p!ssed all over with they wickywack dingleflaps.

Kristoffer
08-15-2004, 02:16 PM
Good link CSN



here's another video
Borat - Throw the jew down the well
http://pokernoob.com.ip01-web21.net/throwthejewdownthewell.wmv

Starchaser107
08-19-2004, 02:13 PM
I know this might be a bit late , but I just found out on monday while browsing through cd's at sam goody.
the artist known as "Poetic" of the gravediggaz is no longer on this earth. this man was a truly gifted lyracist, rest in peace 2poetic.

Starchaser107
08-19-2004, 02:16 PM
http://www.altrap.com/events/events2001/july-aug01/poetic.html

chen zhen
08-20-2004, 11:05 AM
Pharoahe Monch - Queens

Heheheh.. hey yo..

There's a place I know where the b!tches go
Where they rob you for you dough and **** on the low
in Southside.. Queens, Queens
Where if you say The Ave.
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math
in Southside.. Queens, Queens

I knew this nigga named Donovan
Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)
Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees
and in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer
like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS
Son got hot, never knew he woulda threw it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it
A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block
Dunn got the three sons, ****in with coupons and refunds
food stamps, and still he was a champ
Time to get loot for boots and kicks now
**** hoops gotta impress the chicks now
His momma said, "Donovan why are you
on the corner of Linden," and got all rude
He said, "Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time
You're killin my high, plus I got a nine
All I be doin is puttin in work
so you can get a brand new dress for church
I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold
But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old
like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta
get paid off the streets, to make ends meet"
With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, ****ed with no taste
That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes
Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small
Thinkin, "This time, next year, mom'll be able to.. ohhh!"
**** from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow
Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash
In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash
Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride
with a smile on his face, the picture of pride
Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side
Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died
Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head
And with his last breath this is what he said
He said, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
Then I closed his eyes

There's a place I know where the people go
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low
in Southside.. Queens, Queens
Where if you say The Ave.
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math
in Southside.. Queens, Queens
And if you got a glock, you could bust shots
like ??, when the block be hot
in.. what we talkin bout.. Queens, Queens

Uhh, c'mon uhh
C'mon.. uhh uhh
I know where people go..
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low..

Kristoffer
08-22-2004, 07:08 AM
rap version:
http://www.necrohiphop.com/streams/Ill_Bill_feat_Necro_-_Chasing_The_Dragon_hiphop.mpg

metal version:
http://www.necrohiphop.com/streams/Ill_Bill_feat_Necro_-_Chasing_The_Dragon_metal.mpg

so so

jun_erh
08-24-2004, 09:52 AM
chen zen- Do you have "the extinction agenda" (Organized confusion)?

Chang Style Novice
08-24-2004, 09:15 PM
I got that.

Chang Style Novice
08-25-2004, 02:24 PM
http://newflux.blogspot.com/2004_08_23_newflux_archive.html

This entry at fluxblog has an old-school rip on "I Know You Got Soul" called "I Drink Old Gold" that's fu(kin' great.

Kristoffer
08-28-2004, 11:35 AM
REEEEEMIXXXXXXXXXXX
http://www.suturesounds.com/mp3/remixes/

Chang Style Novice
08-28-2004, 09:15 PM
Godd@mn I love home-cooked remixes distributed over the internet!

Kristoffer
09-02-2004, 08:04 AM
Remember the swedish artist Ken (scroll back to see one of his vids I posted earlier). He's collabing with D12. (Proof)

http://whoa.basthard.com/swe/ken_feat_d12-vart_e_du-whoa.nu.mp3

Kristoffer
09-06-2004, 10:49 AM
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/asocialmusic.htm

Chang Style Novice
09-08-2004, 11:41 AM
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/8/enigmaticonemusic.htm

Engimatic One has leaked the 9th Wonder/Jean Grae album Jeanius.

It's fu(kin' ridiculous, cop it.

Kristoffer
09-09-2004, 02:23 PM
Oldie but goldie:
http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=1529&NEXTID=0&PREVID=1531&DISPLAYORDER=20040813103928&CAT=movies

hehe

Kristoffer
09-16-2004, 07:16 AM
http://bombhiphop.com/newbomb/bombpages/articles/various/Words%20From%20Bambaataa.htm

norther practitioner
09-27-2004, 10:56 PM
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me
Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life...





One of my favorite Chorus' still!

Starchaser107
09-27-2004, 11:08 PM
I'm gonna agree with that.

Kristoffer
10-14-2004, 05:31 AM
http://www.broadshow.com/qt/LadySovereign.Shhhh.Hi.sdp.mov

Lady Sovereign - Shhh

norther practitioner
10-15-2004, 09:20 AM
We're the opening act, opening act.......

Kristoffer
10-16-2004, 11:57 AM
..we play a couple o songs, and we don't come back

Kristoffer
10-16-2004, 12:40 PM
Looptroop - Long Distant runner
http://www.looptroop.nu/videos/PROMOE_LONGDISTANCERUNNER.wmv

Kristoffer
10-21-2004, 07:08 AM
Big Juss - Silver Back Mountain King
http://www.stemspot.com/mountainking.wmv


more vids here: http://www.ninjatune.net/videos/

Kristoffer
10-30-2004, 01:02 PM
Eminem attacks Bush in kick ass animation
http://www.gnn.tv/content/emosh_hi.html

chen zhen
11-03-2004, 08:33 AM
Eminem album leaked; production credits:

01 Curtains Up (Encore Version)

02 Evil Deeds
Produced By Dr. Dre

03 Never Enough (Feat. 50 Cent & Nate Dogg)
Produced By Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo

04 Yellow Brick Road
Produced By Eminem

05 Like Toy Soldiers Eminem
Produced By Eminem

06 Mosh
Produced By Dr. Dre & Mark Batson

07 Puke
Produced By Eminem

08 My 1st Single
Produced By Eminem

09 Paul (Skit)

10 Rain Man
Produced By Dr. Dre

11 Big Weenie
Produced By Dr. Dre

12 Em Calls Paul (Skit)

13 Just Lose It
Produced By Dr.Dre & Mike Elizondo

14 Ass Like That
Produced By Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo

15 Spend Some Time (Feat. Obie Trice, Stat Quo & 50 Cent)
Produced By Eminem

16 Mockingbird
Produced By Eminem

17 Crazy In Love
Produced By Eminem

18 One Shot 2 Shot (Feat. D-12)
Produced By Eminem

19 Final Thought (Skit)

20 Encore / Curtains Down (Feat. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent)
Produced By Dr. Dre & Mark Batson
---

was surprised that the already leaked 3 tracks were all produced by Dre.. they sucked ass imo.

Kristoffer
11-04-2004, 11:33 AM
Necro - Beautiful Music For You To Die To

http://whoa.basthard.com/swe/necro-beautiful_music_for_you_to_die_to-whoa.nu.mp3

Starchaser107
12-10-2004, 10:11 AM
Rhymin' And Stealin' - Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about / I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out / No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder / Cause I'm bad getting bolder, cold getting colder / Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas / And if you've got beef you'll get capped in the knees / We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest / And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest / Most illingest B boy / I got that feeling / Cause I am most ill and I'm rhyming and stealing / Snatching gold chains vicking pieces of eight / I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate / We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties / Housing all girlies from city to city / One for all and all for one / Taking out MC's with a big sidegun / All for one and one for all / Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL / Frigging in the rigging and cutting your throat / Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat / We got maidens and wenches man, they're on the ace / Captain Bligh is gonna die when we break his face / Most illingest B boy / I got that feeling / Cause I am most ill and I'm rhyming and stealing / Ali Baba and the forty thieves / Torching and craking and rhyming and stealing / Robbing and raping, busting two in the ceiling / I'm wheeling, I'm dealing, I'm drinking, not thinking / Never cower, never shower and I'm always stinking / Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey / And when my girlie shakes her hips she sure gets funky / Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village / We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage / Most illingest B boy / I got that feeling / Cause I am most ill and I'm rhyming and stealing / I've been drinking my rum a Def son of a gun / "I fought the law" and I cold won / Black Beard's weak, Moby ****'s on the tick / Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six / My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker / Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker / Rhyming and stealing in a drunken state / And I'll be rocking my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate

norther practitioner
12-10-2004, 11:01 AM
Necro has been around for a grip, did some stuff with Cage.. you should check it out.. He is a bit sick (rhyming about sleeping with retarded girls) but very skilled.

chen zhen
12-11-2004, 10:46 AM
i dont really like necros stuff at all. and its not cause hes israeli, his music is just not my taste.

Kristoffer
12-16-2004, 07:42 AM
he's alotta talk that's for sure^^

chen check this arab/swe vid:
http://www.mrzem.com/Video/MEDINA.MPG