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    Thirstin Howl and Rack LO - " John theyre stealing " !!!!!
    spit over "labels" inst


    [Lo-Life member]
    Camcorders, and computers, from Crazy Eddie, 186th
    My 'lo white cold, orange boxcutter, no icepicks
    For the {?} rush at a quarter to six
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    In Macy's I got caught with somethin to cut wires loose
    At Foot Locker I run out every time I try on shoes
    Stealin meats from the supermarket
    My moms axin me how come I didn't get a job yet?
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    Sometimes I find myself in dressing rooms
    My favorite spot is Blooms on Lex'
    Hit the {?} Hermans for Goretex jackets with reflectors
    Accompanied by 360 professional store wreckers
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Five finger discounts, I steal the mannequins
    Window displays and Chinese stand wig mounts
    Fruit stands, raspberries, responsible for 75%
    of all stolen car batteries and hubcaps
    Police once had a perfect sketch of me but they forgot my mustache
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    My bag hand just got knocked with 50% stolen merchanidse
    in Riverside Square Mall
    The other 50% is at the Taj Majal
    Sold to Donald Trump, for personal checks
    And Polo USA turtlenecks
    In the bodegas we steal bottles of Becks and Heineken
    {?} and special bag of pretzels
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    At Woolworth, walkin in
    What risk, I was homeless
    Stealin foot powder and deoderant sticks
    Got sticky fingers, but it's all in the wrist
    30 seconds to reach the exit
    Dirty circus hunger, a repeated purpose
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    Security put a APB out on a thief
    Associated to double L, for takin a surgeon credit card
    {?} Brookdale, medical lab
    Hijack a taxi cab like a mad arab
    Off to Medina, I got a job for my Saigon spot cleaners
    Move like hyenas
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    A Lo-Life, like Frankie Vaughn Clayborne
    Couldn't find a reason for anything to be paid for
    Klepto, like Ralph, and Rudy
    Imagine what I'd do to a store without security
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    Dressed with a big pea cardigan
    March in, in front of Madison Square Garden
    Hittin pockets, amongst, {?}
    On me as I'm labelled high risk
    Wreck Poughkeepsie, and dissapear like a gypsy
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    If it ain't, tied down, it's mine now - keep it glued
    I'll steal the ice out your freezer and leave the food
    Take the remote control, and not the TV
    Even pickpocket homeless people on the train while they're sleeping
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    Sybmols that resemble a case that's hoody
    I feel my {?} bag to the top with CD's at Sam Goody, at King's Plaza
    Oxygen pump for the asthma, on a paper chase
    Go to Rickles and steal orange boxcutters and cans of mace
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Antennas and cable boxes
    And everybody's sneakers that came through Spofford
    We vick different, in ninety-eight
    I'm still stickin up niggaz for gazelles and sheepskin mittens
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    Full length, cookie raincoats, Polo horses
    I stole a receptionist pen, when I signed up, for boostin courses
    12 semesters of intense, concentration
    Over the internet, I hacked in, top secret information
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Fuck video surveillance, it's critical
    Don't think I don't know you on the other side of the mirror
    In the fitting room
    I carry a clean shave if you feel you need your whiskers groomed
    Give you a scar that will be from about 3 blocks visible
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Lo-Life member]
    With no sympathy, or regrets
    You can't stop the bumrush, cadets in official Starter vests
    In the Sports Authority, I took Goretex, for rainy days
    For Gucci mansion, took my pictures like x-rays
    "JOHN, THEY'RE STEALING!"

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Snatching, wallets, and attaches
    Habit of collecting lighters, and cracked ashtrays
    And napkin holders from cafes
    Silverware when it's rusty, you stupid enough to trust me
    "When I die bury me with the LO on...
    Official to the death for all eternity and so on"
    Lo Down & Dirty
    " WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL"
    "MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface

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    [Psupa Pspick]

    Sprinklin lyricall tinklin in the cup in ya hand (what cup?)
    beatin yo ass like u got caught taggin up in japan

    dont tell me who the fuck "I AM" im SONnin ya SAM
    when i clap u get peeled like an onion wit hands
    fuck it dont be reluctant to get left wit a swole eye
    cuz my (w)raps will kill ya like taco bell sellin ecoli
    seein thru ya luck like glass clovers
    cuz u gettin straight slayed in ya sleep like santa ran ya ass over
    DeCAPetated like wu fam losin a member
    catch pellets for being jealous like jews in december
    spewed in november member never givin a stool
    cuz in september i rapped better than the clever kids in the school
    written good riddens so kiddins been ended in cold blood
    been bitten by kitten pigglets thinkin they bold thugs
    bugged, straight crazy, believe it or choose pain
    im hung like sadam, so be hung like sadam, Who's sane?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dusk View Post
    [Psupa Pspick]

    Sprinklin lyricall tinklin in the cup in ya hand (what cup?)
    beatin yo ass like u got caught taggin up in japan

    dont tell me who the fuck "I AM" im SONnin ya SAM
    when i clap u get peeled like an onion wit hands
    fuck it dont be reluctant to get left wit a swole eye
    cuz my (w)raps will kill ya like taco bell sellin ecoli
    seein thru ya luck like glass clovers
    cuz u gettin straight slayed in ya sleep like santa ran ya ass over
    DeCAPetated like wu fam losin a member
    catch pellets for being jealous like jews in december
    spewed in november member never givin a stool
    cuz in september i rapped better than the clever kids in the school
    written good riddens so kiddins been ended in cold blood
    been bitten by kitten pigglets thinkin they bold thugs
    bugged, straight crazy, believe it or choose pain
    im hung like sadam, so be hung like sadam, Who's sane?

    nice, reminds me of cage

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    Thirstin Howl and Matsa Fuol - "spitboxer"


    Spit boxer
    Basic training, the mind is the most valuable game piece
    My flow gain speed while bathing, increasing hunger cravings
    After punch lines noses may bleed, or cause natious faintings
    Proceed with caution, safety
    Not too close to the platform
    If victories are floorless then what are are you gonna land on?

    Master Fuol:
    Brownville bullet gold card, never leave home without it
    Emcees talkin fancy cars, it aint hard to get scouted
    But aint about it bout it
    Any cipher emptyin crowded we run up in it
    The greedy hogs!
    No holds barred to the finish, spit squad leutinent
    Burg Flem the rap Sugar Ray Leonard
    Round for round, ??, beats get pounded
    Hit you so many times with rhymes you think you surrounded
    My deadest nigga Ha forty drinkin latino (se moreno!)
    Who back down cops, escape like Larry Davis, couldn't live off minimum wages
    A bravest soul jumps thru pagin a slum, paper for crumbs
    Pockets stay tight, drinkin Thunderbird on the curb with the bumbs all night
    Cheap wine, quick rum, cop liqour from Buy Rite
    My pinup always give me sight we all tight
    Spit boxer! spit boxer!

    Thirstin Howl: so hot we need smoke alrms and fire drills
    (float!!) like im the only man alive with gills
    Watch for suspects with Judas eyes of guilt
    Hollerin in Holland's hills, honering un honest, hearts of holice
    Since then I been strung out and remained aholic
    So evil I had the devil's horns clipped!

    "Fighting out of the dark corner, in the dingey trunks, weighing in at three
    tablespoons, from the island of Rikers!"

    Master Fuol:
    My brain was trained by Custom Auto
    Im the spit boxer, I keep vodka in my water bottle
    Thirstin Howl:
    Put em' down hand skills not required
    Comeback and break my own record while retired (spit boxer!)
    Master Fuol:
    All proceeds from bets made
    Thirstin Howl:
    Are for opponents
    Master Fuol:
    For face reconstruction and x-rays
    Thirstin Howl: its spit screen, speed bag
    Master Fuol: relaxe, lung relapse
    Thirstin Howl: like a Heinekin Bottle, yo re-cap
    Cold hearted, still pulse
    Im a name you never hear when an emcee talks about who he'll roast
    Master Fuol: take the title, who can do it exactly
    Thirstin Howl: outlaws, my labor to hard liquor and chewin tobacckey
    Master Fuolin fear distinguishley
    Thirstin Howl: at times I gotta bring a chair in the ring with me
    Master Fuol: never take a dive
    Thirstin Howl: or an ash bet
    Master Fuol: only throw in the towl
    Thirstin Howl: to the laundrey basket
    Spit boxer!!, spit squad, spit squad wut?
    "When I die bury me with the LO on...
    Official to the death for all eternity and so on"
    Lo Down & Dirty
    " WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL"
    "MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface

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    it isnt....eloels....jus felt like posting it.

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    Thirstin Howl III and Brooklyn Academy - "Russian Roulette"


    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Poured blood, ignored love
    Even swore I trusted a little devil, in all us
    The motive that keeps cheatin wives, lawns cut
    At a boilin temperature before I'm even warmed up
    At the speed of thought
    thug niggaz fightin for a needless cause
    All you hear is, "John they're stealing!"
    when we in the stores
    Uncommon valor with the French make players
    take the bench above the rim without touchin the net
    Thirsty, greedy, sometimes desperate
    When I lock rap down I'ma booby trap the exit
    Barricade, the entrance
    Turn demonic screamin into harmless careless whispers
    No challengers, winnin the belt
    If I say I'm top notch I'll be just limitin myself
    MC's bore me like, elevator music
    Street panhandlers with resalvaged sewage
    All A&R's, bling-you-fit(??)
    If life's a bitch, I'm one of her two kids
    A motherfucker, if the shoe fits
    If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
    Brooklyn Hard Rock, with a toothpick
    Threatenin your life and safety, with no risk
    Skillionaire.. after I burn MC's
    I give 'em information on free clinic care

    [Chorus]

    [Mr. Medaphor]
    My lyrics sprout like a brussel son
    I get you open like a clam or a mussel
    I might jam my knuckle
    Breakin down walls like brick-face and stucco
    Eat you like a thick steak, you fuck-o
    Whip you with my belt buckle; you wanna scuffle?
    I pull your cards while you shuffle
    I bag your bitch like a duffle
    Then grill you like a waffle
    You'll fall like falafel(?)
    I remove your tonsils
    I'm housin kids like youth hostels
    Enhalin forest fires blowin trees out my nostrils
    Takin underground and carvin pipes out of fossils
    I wet you up like ponchos on a dark stormy night
    and spark forty mics
    I beat you up like forty dykes in Brooklyn
    You'll get taken, tooken, for every nook and cranny
    I'll stick your daughter and the nanny
    Take your baby's candy
    Grab the brandy out the cabinet
    Take any found inhabitant
    and make his mind inadequeate, I spit my lyrics accurate
    Immaculate it's hard to capture it
    You don't got half my wit; you better find an advocate
    to plead your rapture
    I'm leavin hands in the air, you leave in laughter
    Stuck in the intro, I'm on the final chapter

    [Chorus]

    [Pumpkinhead]
    I play roulette, with five bullets in the revolver
    The problem solver rhyme evolver descend into Ghana
    Usin the marijuana to blaze niggaz like lava
    Hot like sippin java in the sauna
    I'm cold blooded like iguanas
    My rhyme takes form
    Cock back the hammer on the biscuit, I make storms
    The weather wizard who (??) and never visit
    heaven's limits, my arms cross in b-boy positionin
    Mix hydro with nitroglycerin; pose with the mic
    in a tight hold lyrics hard like pistol-whippin
    I studied alchemian(??) mysticism
    But still quick to cut you
    like you Quiza-prison(??) from a distant vision
    I'm about to pull the trigger, gotta make a quick decision
    The sweat triple clouded my wisdom, lost my religion
    I guess that's the cost of livin in this world with no girl
    no jewels or pearls; unfurl my new script
    My thoughts are suicidal sick
    I pull the trigger all I hear is a click
    My thoughts is sick I pull the trigger all I hear is was a..
    {*BOOM*}

    [Block McCloud]
    Then I rise and shine from lies that blinded mind's eyes
    and ties that bind to find your rhymes are dime sized
    compared to mine, you got no concepts
    Eatin from my table of contents
    Take words out of my context
    My language is, like arabic too complex
    Got you mixed like marriages
    My songs flex from my larynx
    Plex you like a labryinth
    I stab you with, my dagger if you have a riff
    The block hit, toxic material that's hazardous
    You bring life, like Christ to Nazareth then Lazarus
    Fabulous how I react with, presents to rap gifts
    In fact it's, radioactive flows that hold you captive
    Trapped in zones homes is where this, rapper roams
    in catacombs, trappin poems that stay with you like chaperones
    Control the (?) of dark, like Napolean Bonaparte
    to get stoned and sparked
    Bones that burn poems(?) like Joan of Arc
    "When I die bury me with the LO on...
    Official to the death for all eternity and so on"
    Lo Down & Dirty
    " WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL"
    "MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface

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    Thirstin Howl - "Brooklyn Hardrock pt2"

    Shit where I eat, forget to flush
    Awkward thing; off the hook with call forwarding
    Pack guns - when it ain't safe
    Bite the bullet, lick shots and tell you how they taste
    (Deadly arms!) Sorry for the bad news
    Stick you up with a safety pin or lit roman candle
    I jack a trolley, while jogging
    First name Poor, last name (???)
    Admirable, school of hardrocks
    On the road, jump niggaz when I'm alone
    Flew the coup, but never left the nest
    If you shit bricks then you piss, wet cement
    It's not a game (NO IT'S NOT A GAME)
    I only run faster when you scream (HE SNATCHED MY CHAIN!)
    Don't exercise - finger in great shape
    You gotta run the jewels - even if they fake

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Shit where I eat, bite the hands that feed me
    Breathe deep, burn the wound to stop the bleeding
    Numeric systems can't measure this heart
    Rob niggaz for commisary on the day of my discharge
    Unholy; sacriligeous but still sacred
    So ill I was forced to wear Medic Alert bracelets
    Breakin in studio basements in Bay Ridge
    and Bainbridge track boards play this!
    Brownsville Puerto Rican never bladeless
    Scam DJ's if we have to when we say play this
    The result, of all unanswered prayers
    Hijo el diablo!
    Translate Wall Street Journal, 12 diario
    With the breath, of when alkie spoke
    You don't wanna be messin, around these folks
    In gray Mustangs with blue Audi doors
    I would have hollered at you but I was probably hoarse
    On economy charts
    I'm blacked out, with a (??) (??) farm
    Live in a cottage near a saliva stream park
    The only animal Noah didn't invite in his Ark

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Thirstin Howl III]
    Shit where I eat, lick the bowl
    Live for bulk, made weapons from flourescent Phillip bulbs
    Never scared, to accept truth
    that misery loves company (PREPARE THE GUEST ROOM)
    First cousin of poverty (???)
    Pondering what I'm pondering
    Keep the chain, pondering
    Watch your back, if you want to escape
    Catch you half-steppin with one foot in the grave
    Angel eyes, with Satan sight
    It's still stealing, if you change the price
    Leave cuffed, illegal search, siezed judge
    Everybody's stole at least once
    "When I die bury me with the LO on...
    Official to the death for all eternity and so on"
    Lo Down & Dirty
    " WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL"
    "MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface

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    Armed robery

    (MJG)

    Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded

    checking out it's bullets just to make sure it won't explode this

    hand around of the handle of my snub, no skill

    I must be for real in the procedure for a kill

    stood around the corner while I cased out the bank

    busted in the door and stuck the guard wit' a shank

    ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit' the quickness

    shot the bank teller so it wouldn't be a witness

    fled out the door with the money in my left hand

    still in my right hand running like a wild man

    ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me

    burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee

    couldn't be late for my trip to Jamaica

    heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a

    boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him

    with a sharp object making sure that I get him

    put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic

    jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick

    jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run

    shot with the gat, in the back, like in Vietnam

    quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast

    got a mile in the boat ran out of gas

    oh no Joe! the cops can't get me...

    Ill never be wanted for armed robbery



    (Eightball)

    On the other side of town

    moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride

    loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide

    MJG know the plan so the shit is on

    by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone

    got to the area, stop then took a glance

    puttin' on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants

    where I saw the right on time, now it's time for the crime

    do the crime waste no time then Im going to get mine

    waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw

    then shot the other fool I ain't thinking 'bout no law

    jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal

    then fired up a square man doing about 1-10

    looking in my rear-view 5-0 everywhere

    messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air

    headed for the airport, wait I see a road block

    hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop

    crash through the road block they ain't gonna get me yet

    J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet

    jumped out of the truck with fast Ps right behind my ass

    running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash

    jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway

    took to the air yea I got away scott-free

    fired up a Mac j Ps didn't catch me

    countin all my money from a strong armed robbery...



    (MJG)

    You thank it's over but it ain't

    cause I can't get caught by authority

    the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me

    reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth

    dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out

    swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss

    did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this

    I put the money in the spot

    took the clothes that I got

    tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask

    changed clothes in between spots

    hands, spot-C

    the designated area we call spot-B

    see I can't be broke so I come up with a plan

    the man, money soon in they hand

    get over get up and jet

    bounce the set

    the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested

    MJG testing his strategy..

    wit' a slick armed robbery



    (Eightball)

    Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica

    thinking about why I took the money for the faka

    me living poor and wishing to be richer

    and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture

    of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me

    just because I took a little money in a robbery

    landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads

    smoking on the gunja messing with my head

    the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club

    I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs

    jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away

    ran to the hills where I hid for a few days

    no, Im not the one that they will catch soon

    bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms

    I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D

    I plead guilty to armed robbery!
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
    http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61

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    [Eightball]
    Rollin' down Park Avenue bumpin' maze
    My Caddy with them switches, got them bitches in a daze
    Niggaz on the gank, smokin' dank, goin' nuts
    And all I see is dope and dead niggaz bloody guts
    Sometimes I go and click and smack my bitch up with the gat
    Or blow up niggaz cars, cause I heard they call me fat
    No I'm not a wimp, cause the pimp is in my nature
    I got too many hoes bein' away, but ain't my flavor
    I'ma dope seller, stick 'em up, killer or whatever
    Game from slangin' birds, 211 or 187
    Smack up my bitches on the street that owe me ends
    Learn from the start, in the game ain't no friends
    Just a lot of bitches with they hands out

    [MJG]
    Whatsup with that?

    [Eightball]
    Smilin' in my fuckin' face, stabbin' me in my fuckin' back
    All up in my business, whatsup with my grip bitch?
    Steppin' up, one nigga died with a mouth full of pimp shit

    [MJG]
    Whatsup with the bitches aye? Whatsup with the bitches aye?
    [Eightball]
    Fuck me, suck me, jack me, 'til my diggidy-dick ejaculate
    [MJG]
    Whatsup with niggaz aye? Whatsup with the niggaz aye?
    [Eightball]
    Tell 'em not to fuck with some niggaz like us!
    Hook: (4x)
    ???????????????????

    [MJG]
    I'm reachin' for the pump and the loaded automatic
    It's 6/5 bombs from the box in the attic
    A phone call from Eightball let me know the scope
    T-Money and J.B. had to scope a young hoe
    Not a true bitch, but a true bitch nigga
    We rollin' thick as hell so how the fuck that nigga figure?
    His gun nor his gang is gonna be a threat to us
    With 1 fire bomb, 1 got him at the dusk
    And the nigga down with me saidDamn G you been having gank?)
    And at that very moment, he was askin' me to shank it
    A nigga ain't suppose to smoke a trick and get sad
    And thats the first example of a killer goin' bad
    I gotta take him out, if he live he'll confess
    So Eightball you ready?(Yeah)
    Shoot him in the chest *1 Shot*(I got him)
    One mo' motherfucker dead over bullshit
    Guess he didn't really know the niggaz he was runnin' with
    M.J.G., Eightball and Killa-B
    Lil' Han and J-Smooth, T-Money and J.B.
    Lettin' these imitation motherfuckers know
    Niggaz like us don't be headin' to the flo'..HOE!

    Hook: (4x)
    ???????????????????

    [Eightball]
    Suckers can't get none

    [MJG]
    Suckers can't get none

    [Eightball]
    G. pass me my clip so I can load my lil' uzi gun

    [MJG]
    Eightball you got me covered main?

    [Eightball]
    Yeah I got yo back main

    [MJG]
    Let these bastards know that we don't bar no fuckin' blood stains

    [Eightball]
    What about my pimpin'?

    [MJG]
    Is it strong?

    [Eightball]
    HELL YEAH NIGGA!

    [MJG]
    Got a lot of bitches?

    [Eightball]
    Got a gang, and it's gettin' bigger

    [MJG]
    Bigger than a mac-jay, smooth like a 5th of 'yac

    [Eightball]
    Let 'em know we deadly G

    [MJG]
    Is Deadly as a hit-a-crack

    [Eightball]
    Straight from my gun to yo head

    [MJG]
    Then we got ya

    [Eightball]
    Cut a nigga throat, naw that's another chapter

    [MJG]
    Kickin' ass

    [Eightball]
    Makin' stiches

    [MJG]
    Smokin' bud

    [Eightball]
    Fuckin' bitches lip....

    [MJG]
    ..stick on my dick from the suckin' and the kissin'

    [Eightball]
    She was kissin' on a....

    [MJG]
    ....FAT DICK!

    [Eightball]
    Could it be a....

    [MJG]
    ..A fat trick

    [Eightball]
    All up on my niggy-nuts, talkin' that love shit

    [MJG]
    Ain't no use in startin' shit

    [Eightball]
    Ain't no use in tryin' to fuck

    [MJG]
    Bitches can't fuck with some niggaz like us
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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    ...flipped
    ...been hardcore since my Commodore



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    The two first verses off The D.O.C.'s "The Formula" is banging:

    High energy flowin' with the wisdom
    Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm
    This is what I'm using to come up with a style
    So I'll interact altogether better with the crowd
    Nervous for a second then the record starts spinnin'
    And I fall into the state of mind of what I'd just created
    Pump it like the Dr. D into the R.E. suckers ready to leap
    Up on the tip when we made it
    Creative so I'll never be regarded as a regular
    More than just a little bit better than my competitor
    You should never underestimate the fashion
    I hold for the stage whether I'm coolin' or thrashin''
    Clockin' the concoction created by me
    When read you read E = the D.O. to the C.
    Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
    Equals an artist that wont' be worn, what is that Dre?
    It's the formula

    It's like a message that only I could understand
    But those who want to comprehend will again
    Be in the midst of the brother
    Unlike another in any way
    'Cause Dre don't play, say what the other say
    Originality is a must whenever I bust
    A funky composition, it's crush and I trust that you
    Know it when you hear a funky record with potential
    Me gettin' hype 'cause Dre rockin' the instrumental
    Nothing like what you've heard before and more, never less
    See I don't Fess, I mean I'm like fresh if not the freshest
    When I'm expressin' my thoughts on
    Vinyl, you can't help but listen up and get caught on
    Hooked because I cook when I pick up a pen
    And begin, in the end it's dope, that's 'cause I want to win
    Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
    Equals the DOC, what is it Dre?
    Yo, that's the formula

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    Vinnie Paz has some of the most hilarious, "hard" rhymes.


    "Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord
    I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard"

    "vinnie paz hold a hammer like a carpenter do"

    "i feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers"

    "my chain hang down to my dick, im not gandhi"

    "You ain't a thug money, you all maggots
    You like to chill and hold hands with faggots"

    "And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face
    Get snuffed in the face, then I wack you
    With razors, nines, guns and what have you"

    "We sicker than necrophiliacs fuckin' the dead
    Buck 'em instead, and leave 'em to rot
    Let their body flow down the river, and what not"

    "I like blood, I like tasting ya flesh
    I like slugs, I like David Koresh
    I like anything thats related to death
    I like any king that can reign with his fist"

    "send you to hell, and see more shells that beaches
    we elitists, we from Hamburger Hill"
    Yeah, never even been in combat

    "Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat"

    "I make you bleed with knives
    I was born with all-seeing eyes"

    "And I'm a righteous thug, that's brutaly defacing you
    And you don't want no war, it ain't a game daddy
    I spit a bunch of slugs into your fucking frame daddy"

    "Yeah, we all spin on the same axis
    And this chrome thing here, leave your frame backwards"

    "What makes me smile is another's misfortune
    I like to see your body in flames scortchin'
    I like to see a part of your brain auctioned
    I like to see inside of your main organs
    I like to see inside of your veins pourin'
    I find beauty in another's pain
    I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don't fuckin' change
    I find serenity in torture
    My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author"









    "Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi"


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    bouf Ghosts' verses from Wu banga be killa ta me

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