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Verse vs Verse
I'm bringin' back this thread ILLogic started a while back.
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alliance Let's toast the bread like a plugged up appliance (I'll drink to that!) Remy on the rocks, the real estated eventually, son Reverse (deverdi pras to pras verdi?) like, Century 21 I want the mansion and the yacht And all the shit them rich wack rappers got (then the ultimatum was read) Like every MC woke up with a thouroughbred horsehead in they bed In other words, teflon tops with (keflar?) nuts The closest I ever been to ass was cigarette butts I'm nice, that's probably why I don't be fuckin with Sprite Cause thirst is nothin, image is everything on the mic These days, these DJs get paid under the table Pay the most popular producer on the most popular label Pay for full page ads in the most popular magazine Now you got the most popular new artist Guaranteed the air we breathe is thin, better tell her Then I'ma choke the bitch out at 11:59, reveal the real Cinderella (AAAAAAHHHHHHH!) When two hydrogens reach my oxygen atom You can't gat 'em or get at 'em Anatomically designed to be solar, fuck the rap star When I die I want niggas doin drive-by's with my ashes in the car R-A-S, H20 liquifyin you assets Repo your flow even in (prepo letho?) Straight outta Aruba, lampin with my boo from Bermuda Lickin rugers in Cuba, blowin niggas out the frame With brass knuckles and a tuba, my new maneuver is scuba 360 degrees of revenge like Montezuma" Spitter: Ras Kass Song: H20 Proof VS "Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual" Spitter: Nas Song: Verbal Intercourse (Raekwon)
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05-02-2007, 10:18 PM
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Nas - Verbal Intercourse
Spitter: Rakim Song: It's a Must If I lay low and let the day go it'll slow my payroll Aye-yo I'm a terrorize charge and slay shows Ra slay flows go as far as the Barbados On the turntable sound like tornadoes My style is performed like tropical storms Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn I keep the metropolitan hollering and bring the dollars in Keep the models following wise as King Solomon Come slow through the jungle like an animal Invade any land I go like General Hannibal From Long Island to Queens light up the New York scenes All the way to New Orleans and everything in between Left to go bless a show in Mexico Next Thing I know it's extra cold I see Eskimo's Time to rock get it hot soon as I get in there Spit in they ear so flow they froze and I disappear VS Spitter: Z-Ro Song: Life Story Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable They got me out on the ledge feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable It's reality, feel like I'm on the offensive, they trying to tackle me That's why I keep popping fists So rather relative or stranger, better keep your distance I can't determine friend or foe so you in danger Chemical imbalances of the weed and cocaine, but it really Don't matter to society, a nigga that got no face and no name Deserving more, but I'ma mob until I ain't got nothing left And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems and death Cause there's some niggas looking for me and they might be near And if they kill me don't shed a tear, remember I'm not happy here Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize Although my vision is blurry I'm losing life in a hurry Even my girlfriend don't understand, didn't want to Witness the wicked so please find yourself another man, haters feel me |
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05-02-2007, 11:32 PM
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Rakim - It's A Must
“As death nears you sink deeper And you freeze as you're carressed by the Grim Reaper As my heat enters your flesh, you begin to meet up With the same streets you claim was yours, they remain yours your blood stains the floor where the candles are lit your thugs came to mourn but ain't handlin shit your drugs are now my drugs, I can't front your re-up was a little more than mines was I didn't kill you, greed did, son You think I only know niggas in Queensbridge, I'm a made nigga An outlaw, you can take it to your grave nigga Eternally knowin, my heat blaze nigga You stuck me for that, you should've never buck me The eleventh commandment... is never FUCK me! You hit me in the chest Lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fucking flesh Fucked up my avirex and made my neighbors upset Your own gun created your death Look at you now, a reminder of consequences In the street, but loyalty is nearly non-existant (that's deep) You should've seen yo man faces when I came to the wake Had the mac with the compressor, under my black leather Bitches crying niggaz eyeing whispering "that's Mega" tension in the air I pause Ice grills turned to fear You don't want it! I let them breathe at the same time yes believe "coming here fronting" you never leave, as I approach your open casket I'm in your face like ‘Damn, I smoked this bastard’ You was a dead man walking Now you a live nigga laying in the coffin” Spitter: Cormega Song: “Dead Man Walking II” VS “Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin grands with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Picked the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got youngin' niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black Yo there's a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind” Spitter: Nas Song: 1st Verse on “NY State of Mind”
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