I spot two chicks, cherry pops like acoustic's
ya got exscuses, i Move Tricks, fa Two Cent's
my styles that Fluent, Flu SicC, written like blueprints
got true sense ta stop students from listenin' ta pop music
n/w: Navy Seal
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I spot two chicks, cherry pops like acoustic's
ya got exscuses, i Move Tricks, fa Two Cent's
my styles that Fluent, Flu SicC, written like blueprints
got true sense ta stop students from listenin' ta pop music
n/w: Navy Seal
Everyday the same: fucked up faces and borin' places/
Street - home - street and no god damn grace, never endless/
No excitement and new lyfe's paces, just the same mazes/
Life in that street with thought: when you'll be terminated/
Life with doom brothers on the edge of ya death estimated/
Life with guns and drugs, without family, breakin' the law, isolated/
Now here just because of skills to remain alive, be not there, but here, evaded/
With brothers from age five, learnt to drive when was ten, shook down, belonged together/
Forgot the hope to be a better man ever, acted right - never/
Just lived together with the ambience in this hell's fever/
In the flow of time forgot the taste of fresh kill/
Lived to remain just because of my life will/
I needed just a hive to chill, find something to heal/
My temporaray wounds and make my mind like steel/
Did everything with cold blood like the Navy Seal/
Next one will be: greed
apples and oranges what i bought to feed
if i shove it in ya mouth ya relly ought to eat
litte man from the church who was taught to preach
now hes trapped in world full of thoughtless greed
n/w = nasty
Familiar phrases from the lines, so straight and killing like mines/
I'm not ya enemy and not sick, I don't need ya remedy, I'm fine/
You won't break me with this flick - you have to do something virile/
If you think that U.S. is the only gang - land, you're imbecile!!!/
"I'm just playin' the friendly game with somebody's lifestyle"/
Now I'm that better man who could stop the crime, I'm fine/
But you can't understand - cuz your grandparents weren't in the USSR exile/
You can fuck around for a while, but you won't believe in my freestyle/
Cuz East America lived like the best countryside, and could always hide/
From war threats and total distruction, after soviet blight, I lived with pride/
Behind the fresh gangs and corrupted politicians, every year the same slide/
"The life is better and we'll live forever", but It was just an invisible "fie"/
Another fuckin' tyranny, another bad life, another huge lie/
But you are just a kid with pink galsses, who lived too high/
To admit the other world side, the creepy East Europe sight/
And for now: I'm happy again, cuz finnaly someone reacted/
Somehow someone acted, proved that we can do something, attracted/
This is just the beginning of the revolution, as a matter of fact/
After some 20 years maybe we'll reach something like right track/
Now I see how "revolution bro's" look like, pissed off and collapsed/
My words are on the spot - believe you or not, they won't be retracted/
N/W: peace
drift in the shadows when i cruise thru the darkness
spit 4 pianos find out whos really haertless
step thru the door and wipe ya shoes in the carpet
and if ya need bread , sell ya jewels in the market
trapped in a cycle tryna tame the beast
look on the inside my man coz the pain is deep
if ya really wanna duel stay in ya lane 4 keeps
and stop runnin of ya mouth about aimless peace
n/w = Loser
THE FUNNY CAMPSITE SONG (witten by me):
The Loser
You can do It everyday...
But realise, that you can't make It anyway!
You're the loser whenever you play...
You always hear: "Please, go away..."
You're the loser whatever you say...
Above your head - rainy day...
Everybody use for you pepper spray...
Cuz you're the loser anyway...
You won't make It...
You won't take It...
You're always mistakin'...
You're the loser and It's time to face It...
You won't see me again...
You're the loser...
You always hear the same...
That you're one big loser!!!
So don't get in my way...
Cuz I'll make you pay...
You're the loser everyday...
And you can't make It anyway...
You're just one big LOSER!!! (mayday)
n/w: resignation
potentially sane with a hint of salt and pepper
got a top notch physique, tagged "bigger and deffer"
but beggars cant be choosers, the losers welcome the special
case and frame his face on photographs and bow down to him, essential
^^^weak i know
nexxxx word: subterranean
hold the line like a soldier, crossin’ the Range like a Rover
makin' Spirits move, call me the Soul Controller
thought I told ya ...
I came to get it, so remember my name
it's Dae, not Debbie baby, but trust-I still got Fame
I spit hot flames that scorch brains, you're cleansed by the fire
most got game and rock chains, but I rise higher
spittin’ words to raise awareness, movin’ beyond the beat
not the one for pullin' guns, but trust-I still pack heat
Ma gets real deep ... The Abyss ain’t got shit on me
my lines will seep into mind your and set that bitch free
you don’t wan test me ...
rude gal, me gets rock wyle ...
sin? ... nuff respect do fah meh ruff neck style
I’m crushin’ the fragile molds you fake thugs remainin’ in
equipped with the blackened soul of a subterranean
N/W: Heroics
nice Dae! love the colours - clever shit
I don't clap heat, I clip sample beats
yo white sneakers break dance when I speak
I mean spit, spoken shit
free style broken tangue twister lip trip
hip hop gymnastics, rap pracktics
drop prophylactics against fake rap antics
flex cypha tactics
white belts stick to da matress
mad stress got opponents wet
I'm blessed buddah wit cess cigarette|)
deep breath side step shit
gangsta dogs get shots from this vet
I don't fret, settled I'm stoic
I'm beat droppin, no heat clappin heroics
n/w sticky
wat happened to the Heroine thats hard to get over
the one that aint easy to crack when both parties are sober
take ya time and get to know her, if ur good then ur lucky
if ur REAL good at that you'll hear the infamous "FUCK ME!"
continue with the cuddle-time, bust a rhyme or two
rub her hair and learn 'em well bout the knowledge in you
walk around with the happy cheese, laid back position
never takin off the smirk, reminisce about the missionary
these times we ache for, hunger for, and fiend for
wat was once a word describing beauty's turned to an arm sore
rocks pile up by the dozens in ya kitchen
syringes are the crayons marking "who am i? who is this?"
dismiss this and fear this, vocabulary's tricky
turn away from the meaning ~ the situation gets sticky
i like how this one turned out :)
nexxx wurrd: honesty
Bombs hit Geeks, Found da Weed, and put it in da Bong ta Chief
Gone ta Eat............................................tha t was complete Honesty
N/w: Security System
Fiendin' like dope addict scuttlin round da mean streets/
Like a depressed kid clutchin da wet bed sheets/
Like the tip-jar fill-up afta some busy nights/
Like runnin' lip all of a sudden become gun fights/
An' lil' boys who grow up to be big males/
Now they tuned to slangin' stedda watchin' Duck Tales...
n/w bottle caps
Some fuckas were wasted on the beach today/
Some shot, in the hands - graffity spray/
Hey what's up you fuckin' gay?/
But who's this golden boy? Wack?/
He wanna be the rough hip - hop hacker!!!/
Guess even not black, "by PC raper" raps/
Thinkin' he's the king, his name's under the bottle caps.../
N/w blade
they always wanted conflict even mastered the art of war
they never asked for mercy cause they are hardcore
the valor of temple shaolins the boxin is eternal
the degrees are to high in compleatness and in thermal
they developed the bee hive and used the bee raid
always were ready to die so the edge is double on the blade
N/w Temple
Het what's up ma friend It's me again!
From the Z street, giving you some feed
Ain't so heavy dub, but totaly strained
No werds in my head spinning excetp "weed"
Soul of mob, tired eyes, heart drained, in chains
Still here - nowhere to go, showing my samples
Some quite cool, other - just dumb examples
Soon I'll be on the mic, in my real soul's temple
N/W: duke
When My Lyrics Rinse Ya Brain Ya Vision's Blessed With Stars/
Enter The Temple Your Fine But When You Leave Ya Scarrd/
My Good Bars Are Consistant, Yours Are Temperamental/
And Consistency Is A Neccesaty When Dodging Darts In The Temple.
sorry too late let me try again.
a street dime with a major shine, the city is mine
keep it movin’ in fast forward while the rest rewind
you’ll never find another mind that’s like this kind
quick to drop them land mines that leaves your best behind
you best check the time, cuz yall don’t want none with Dae Ja
fuck the junk-pumps in my trunk and hun will quickly spray ya
the infamous spirit shaker, fuck that-the mold breaker
keep poppin’ that bullshit, and evoke the soul taker
my villainous ways will amaze ya, spittin’ liquid sword that’ll slay ya
slice your pride to pieces, my verbal thesis’ will degrade ya
shreddin’ your self-respect with the force of a verbal vortex
swing iron like the lore of Thor, cerebrally bashin’ your cortex
I’m so sick with the shit I spit it makes the amateurs puke
more Hazardous with my flow than Bo-Daisy and Luke Duke
;)
N/W: Seal
my vocabs jampacked youve been frail from the start
pull out an ox and watch ya'll bail from ya blocks
watch how u talk or get anthrax in ya mailbox
cuz yo son my life is real
i work in mad cyphers with the speed of a seal
("sea"l the machine not the animal)
NW:Protocol
Phone n call soldier stall..roast ya ballz..rep coast to fallz..Quote:
Originally Posted by Luther Large
Im known to all.. spittin sicc on WUcorp iz a protocol.!
NEXT WORD: ARMY
lame but here it is:
my brigade swarms parades
rastas with braids, ganstas with blades, rap stars with shades
set up blockades, traped no escape
invade from sewer grates, back yards and front gates
sappers with spades, AKs,
snipers, green berets with rocket propelled granades
no breaks on tanks ground shakes
fake cats at point blank say its mistake#(
POW taken away, mass graves
violate laws like USA campaigns in Middle Eastern states
check points and barricades, you can't harm me
that how I roll with ma motha fuckin army
PS: I ain't no fascist...just some frestyle
n/w pills
Professor Of Rhymes, Sage Of The Times/
My Lyrics And My Style Are Hip Hop Defined/
My Minds Jammed Wit Power, My Knowledge Is Brimming/
But I Make You Look Dumb Like We Was In The Beginning/
I Get Ya Head Spinning Wit The Rhymes That I Be Spitting/
Make Ya Mind Dizzee Like Ya Takin The Hit n'/
Make Ya Mind Spin Like Tha Blades On A Mill/
Make Ya Mind Buzz Like Ya Poppin A Pill.
Sorry
N/w: browser
i school rappers like they solid in college
not verbal vipa but the lyrics unleash the knowledge
i kill emcees by the hour, retreat to the showers
the supernatural power, knocks down "triplet towers"
hit the cypha and toss these emcees like bowser
im mario, yall search my raps wit extreme browsers
n/w logical
[chorum]:
Everyday... Everyday could be the last one... Hey yay!!
Everyday is "better" than the next day... At least that's what you say!
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday I'm swimming in the shit clay
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday thinkin' 'bout the death's fays
Hey yay!!! Lying by your legs, sayin' my begs, hearing the same nays
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday I'm waiting until you'll stay
Hey yay! yay! yay! Everyday is "better" than the next day
At least that's what I say...
[freeztyle]:
World's so small for us
We're eatin' ourself's dust
Travellin' in the same bus
Fuckin' as the same must
Hiding in the sky dusk
Sleepin' in the same hut
People like wild animals
In the cages like diagonals
In the hives like tattoo salons
With sticks like starp-on's
Livin' like diabolical radicals
Doin' what they want - logical, illogical...
N/w: liar
Atop the streets, the concrete speaks/
Inevitably seeking the speech of discrete/
sentences/ hence this is prophets unheard/
voices found in a battleground of lost word/
once merged into a being of evil/ the hate stirred/
the absurd occured and blurred what we desire/
the empire of man falls/ spiraling into fire
admired by fools/ sung by a choir of liars
Next word: deception
Watchin' the city breathin, dirty brown smog/
Suburbans not givin a fuck bout the streets they clog/
I pace quiet hood up, bob da head to da beat/
The faces pass by, still, silent and unique/
Their routine on the daily, that so-called life/
But despair's so thick you can cut it with a knife/
It's all about believing that money's all you need/
All work and no life, no thought, just speed/
More concern with contraception, not spiritual resurrection/
Forget love and ya fam - that's the greatest deception/
Word...
N/W Street magic
the greatest deception would be the aids infection
and the fact that prisons the only place that you can gain respect in
gun sparks like fireworks i know it seems tragic
but the resurection from the gutter is the street magic
n/w: curruption
People from the high skies tell lies into ya head like illusion
Buyin' out my ground plies, burnnin' out my tries in conclusion
Livin' like kings in the desert silence, leavin' us bile and diffusion
Shuttin' up our mouth filled up with smiles, just doin' their intrusion
Into our souls, brains, strainin' our pockets, leavin' just dimes in delusion
There isn't anything else just week struggle, in the burnin' distruction
Just eating the stale bread with muzzle, yep - it's the induction
Of never endin' fight, smite, dynamite against the total corruption
N/w: beatbox
I beatbox, but I also beat boxers/
The chances of beating me are like David Hasslehoff winning at the oscars/
You gotta face without a scar, what wars have you fought?/
Ran accross my tracks and got hit by my train of thought/
I create beats from my mouth, no need for a turn table/
And kill my own brothers, street name I'am Kane and Abel/
Like Gza I look for competition on every street block/
And murder every foe I'am the human beatbox/
next word: And
Yo, ya want me to finish with 'and,' so I'ma start with it/
You think ya threw a curve ball, now watch me step up and hit it/
Look out for this Toronto Blue Jay on da way/
Like MCs I slay and kiss ma ass you may/
Faster on the talk than the runner stop-clock/
I got no barrel cocked, just lyrical buckshot/
Faded you like bad hair cuts from da eighties/
Ya da Le Car, biatch, I'm da fuckin' Mercedes/
Ya broke rhythm and rhyme, now I gotta fix it/
I'll give out beats, kid, but don't try to remix it/
I break mikestands like Neo does the spoon-bend/
Ya Mickey Mouse shit should sit on American Bandstand/
I rhyme and I offend, so y'all goin' angry and nuts/
Kinda like I spin, scratch beatbox heat rocks and... cut/
N/w Gin & Tonic
nice but the last word gotta be andQuote:
Originally Posted by Da Press
let me "post script" on da press's posted shit
Luther got you tripped with that "and" at the end bit
this is "flex", so finish last with word that's next
da press vexed missed da mark as he digressed
ain't complicated, but you mind's bent like ampersand
that's a sophisticated symbol that stands for the word "and"
n/w gin & tonic
ran up in a party in each pocket got a 40 ouncer
hit the tangueray and started a fight with all the bouncers
got up and found my teeth 20 feet from my head
20 feet from the DJ 20 feet from the keg
got up filled my cup and started to bounce
got to the front of the house threw up and passed out
wakin up in a pool of my own shit and vomit
wishin I didnt mix the brew with shots of gin and tonic
n/w: camel toe
I am the mouse in the desert/
countin my blessins
devout as a christian
bound to hit tensions
against those doubting this essence//
roaming the saharra, i got an antidote
sheep skin mixed with voldka
as well as a camel toe
(i don't know)
next word= underestimated
Yo, I'm feelin' da Tanguray too, but I don't dig da mix/
My verses run a hundred miles, not a couple a clicks/
I'll educate ya suckas like this the fourth grade/
I'm a spread tha word like y'all spread hair pomade/
I'm illest with tha flo', ask, Dena, he know/
Seven lines an' I split like a hoe's camel toe/
N/W Protractor
hey i got here first i was just editing
Sure, I'll do "underestimated." Gimme a sec.
Yo, on da speed real quick/Like fasta that light/
Like I'm deadlier than AIDS/Run thru veins real tight/
An' dudes like Slick Rick ain't got nothin' on me/
Them be old school fellas, like R.I.P./Ya lines gave
me tha laughs, I'll leave ya verbal-constipated/
Another T-dot kid ya underestimated/
N/W skyscraper