random lyrics apreciation thread

[45 hosskel]

diesel really touches me, dirty's verses full of pain. one of my favorite wu tracks

Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six billion humans
Biggie Smalls on the planet Earth
Someone help me! Regardless of who or what, I love you
Someone help me please! Word is bond, I love you

Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon
My queen lookin at me like a pawn!

[Raekwon the Chef]
Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out
Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out
Mind iodine Einstein remind mine
People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time
Denim rap, competition quick, handle that
Suckin the jim hat, pervertin on my raps'll get you slidapped
Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc
Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes
I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark
Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right
Abraham I stuck your cherry tree
Your white head came out my black pussy
I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours
Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar
And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit

[Method Man]
Kill the chatterin, niggaz bust shots, keep em scatterin
Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin
Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin
Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin
Round the seven rings of Saturn
Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican
Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in
My compliments to the chef
M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran
Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines
I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus
Bound to blow like a bad sinus

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn
Rest in the day because it's sunlight
Reverse thought psychology

[Prince Rakeem]
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage
I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage

[U-God]
Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger
The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger
When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major
Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior

[Prince Rakeem]
Australian Venezuelaen illegal aliens
Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing
Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve
Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees

[U-God]
I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein
The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine huminator
The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash
The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus
This split second splash, severe drop is near pop
There's fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career

[Guarded By Martyrs]

RZA is too sick on that track...Well...they all are but RZA's style on this is ridiculous.

[Guarded By Martyrs]

"My Dusty Antique Poetry Be Breaking Backbones We Crack Domes
And Pack Chrome Home Is Where The Gats Blow...
The Black Zone Death-Valley-Cali We Start Static...
Verbal Dart Pierce Your Heart And Cause Panic
Dark Acid Melts Through Your Weak...ERRRRRR"

-- Holocaust

[Ritter]

Reunited.....









Double LP,world excited









Struck a match to the underground







Industry ignited.








From metaphorical parables that fertilize the Earth












wicked niggaz come and try to burglarize the turf

[Treazon]

Lemme rep some INS..

(Irong Flag)
Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
They quoted trash while we spoke math, blowin fast
Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
Floatin past in a 'Nali with the oak dash
Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
Crabs wanna play me close and grab
Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs
Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last
With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab

(Its Yourz)
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off the shit, like bricks of C-4

(Guillotine)
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph in half
it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the best is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
and crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback


(Silverbacks)
Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
Informer tip off, clips lick off
The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out
Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
Wavin' bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard
The game aint' changed, niggaz done made their own rules
They buildin' plans, let's pull a million dollar scam
Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
The black market, labelled the movin' target
Dwellin' in the heartless projects
Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up



if he could've brought heat like this to all his solo albums (with better production), he'd be the best and most consistent of the clan i think

[Guarded By Martyrs]

Lemme rep some INS..

(Irong Flag)
Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
They quoted trash while we spoke math, blowin fast
Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
Floatin past in a 'Nali with the oak dash
Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
Crabs wanna play me close and grab
Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs
Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last
With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab

if he could've brought heat like this to all his solo albums (with better production), he'd be the best and most consistent of the clan i think

Possibly^
Deck shines on the Clan albums...I mean really shines !!!!
I think he benefits comming in after someone.
I like his albums but you said it...better production.
Also I think he would make a great album with another emcee...GZA or U-God perhaps ???

Imagine an INS album produced by...
Necro, Stoupe The Enemy Of Mankind, Blue Sky Black Death, DJ Muggs

Deck's verse on Iron Flag is one of my favourties from him...
Not to mention my favourite Clan track.

PEACE

[Revolution]

U-God's opening lines to 'Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)'

Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips

[Twiztid-Wutang]

Method man The Riddler

Verse One:

I got your mind twisted
Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain strength inflicted
Crosswords puzzling your delf
Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself
(yeah) Check the grimey, swimey, slimey
Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual I be
Searching for the Dark Knight
Lurking in the shadows of the city (the city) he roll with jiggy
My crime committee, robbing every Gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd
Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler

Chorus:

Tax free money not a problem (that's no problem)
A price to get the ice not a problem (that's no problem)
A body for a price not a problem (that's no problem)
Hmm -- The Riddler

Verse Two:

Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender
Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender
Illusion, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
What where why whose-in, quiz
Time to ask yourself who it is
Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs
(wigs) Can I live
Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering
Pain, you couldn't cure with a Bufferin
Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddle
Bat get trapped in the middle of The Riddler

Chorus:

Murder for the evil not a problem (not a problem)
To the gen there ain't no sequel not a problem (it's not a problem)
Big up to all my people not a problem (that's no problem)
Hah-hah, The Riddler

Verse Three:

Observe if you will
I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (yeah)
I crack a wall then I caught about a mil
Co-defendant Johnny Blaze and Bobby Steels
We was blazing hot wheels
Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel *rehrrarrrr*
On that ass fast was the Batmobile (Batmobile)
I can tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
Alley-cat screaming *ahhh*, I hit a trash can
Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and
trying to escape, code nine with the cape
Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler

[45 hosskel]

it's just blow my head right now:

...Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert!
Ason comin straight from the dirt
Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
Nuthin new in ninety-two
It's time to do the work
Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine
Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman
Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby
Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I
Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks
Snatchin devils up by the hair, then cut his head off

[Guarded By Martyrs]

Styles P..."Rising Down Verse"

"Should I Say Hello ?
Or Should I Say That Hell Is Low ?
Am I A Nigga Or A Niggero ?...I'm An African-American
They Sell Drugs In The Hood But The Man He Move The Medicine
He'll Prescribe You Augmen For Everything
A Little Stuffy-Nose Tell You Get Some Claritin
You Know I'm Hip To It And It's Hard To Claim The Land
When My Great-Great-Great Grands Were Shipped To It
Look At Technology...They Call It Downloading
I Call It Downsizing Somebody Follow Me...
...Does A Computer-Chip Have An Astrology ?
And When It Fuck Up = Could It Give You An Apology ?
Could it ?
Should I Say Hello Or Should I Say Goodbye ?
Try To Understand How Smart And How Hood Am I...It Don't Matter Though>
Until We Learn That The World Don't Turn Right...We All Oughta Scatter Though"

[BGS]

daytona 500...rae is ill on this...ok everyone is...



[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

[BGS]

and these days i'm heavy listening redbull...again!! redman, Mef and deck, they rip that ill beat to death...best moment is when INS comes in, the drums go crazy...

[Intro: Redman]
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do

[Redman]
I'mma ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick dog stash weed in the amni seats
Bomb inside the palm, Doc rock a wifebeater
With me beatin my wife ass, iodone
The front, my pump built like the Klumps
The carrier, I take the spear out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't work for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtain's raised, blaw
Don't panic, do I got to explain, how I tame
And lock the rap game, single handed
Hell nah, I won't tell you son
If I find a wack idea, I'll sell you one
Doc and Hot Nix, Inspectah, my lecture
Is like Hannibal Lecter's, where's the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow, like mustard pack
Aoooo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rap game sown, but it's all wrong
I ride thru your hood in a Mr. Softy truck
And pull a mack out a box of snowcones
Yeah, all you little fucks, give me your fuckin money

[Break: Raekwon, (Ghostface Killah)]
*during the breaks Raekwon keeps saying:
"It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby"*
I wanna shout out, I wanna shout out all my niggas uptown
All my niggas that be hoppin that, BK, Queens (uh-huh)
(Can't forget Staten Island though)
Oh kin, that's the heart? (true indeed)
Jersey niggas (that's the backyard) Philly Gangster niggas
Niggas don't know alot stories came out of Philly, V.A.

[Method Man]
Aha, check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playin wit a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pulled the fire alarm when Johnny storm
If you lukewarm, leavin your clothes and boots on
Pro's and con's, megabombs and so on
My Avidex'll dry MC's to get they roll on
First issue, got issues
What is hip hop to Hot Nikkel?
It's like Funk Doctor snot tissue, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like "Fuck what you hard"
Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix It, like Handy Man, I pack tool
I been shit, I'm from the bowels of the city
And just because my outfit match, don't make me pretty
Baggy dungaries, did need room to breath
In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to game, if there is, we ain't playin
In your business, like EPMD, so what ya sayin
You cosignin, that bullshit your man drivin, slug flyin

[Break: Raekwon (Inspectah Deck)]
Shout out (smokin blunts, gettin heists, pullin a heist)
Shows, white boys, everybody, everybody all invited
(We on the run from po-lice)
All my niggas that just been comin
(In the hall shootin dice)
Redbull, Redbull, we recognize

[Inspectah Deck]
Check the Kodak, pose for magazines into big screen
Four wheel machine like your wig scream "This fiend"
From the urban to suburban, roll up to me thirstin like
"Hey, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in the casino
See low in the 4, 5 or 6 with double zero's
Behind the tinted windows, I lie low on some hydro
Tryin to slide from the 5-0
For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty
Or third time felon just hit with over thirty
No worry style have 'em so thirsty
First degree heat, to quittin on me, cold turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraine
For the thousands shoutin my name, that's why I came
But first bring the cash first, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Jagor Curse
I flex muscle, outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya hearin, face the tech muscle
Even the best buckle in, take it thru the extreme
It get's ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get CREAM

[Outro: Raekwon]
Shake warehouse and shit
Feel me, The W, I like to look at my beats
Big museum and shit, laid out on some bomb, caution
Feel me? We recognize that (real recognize)
Pass that man, it's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
He "It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby"

[Ritter]

Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox
Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks
you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale
Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum
Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter flows with the transistor
Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be self lord and master

Deck rips the Heaterz,everyone came hard on this, but Deck really outshined....again...

[Guarded By Martyrs]

I don't know about that^
Cappadonna & U-god black-out on there too...
But yeah I know what you mean...they all tear it down.

I see we are on an Inspectah Deck phase hmmmmm....

"Off Top My Unorthodox Style Of Attack
Is Like Hannibal Rollin' On Elephant's Backs
Pack A Long Barrel...Bustin-Off Strong Ammo
My Light So Vast I Cast Twenty-Foot Shadows
First Family...Fifth Cappo...Micro To Macro
Load It In Ya Head Play It Back Slow
Act Like You Know - This Is No Drill
Murderous Rap Revealed Goin' For Kill...
On These New York City Sidewalks We Walk
Camoflauge...Dodgin The Eyes Of The Hawk
Kani Sport...Totin' The Fifth...Slidin' Off
My Live Source Movin' Across With Brute Force
Bloodsport = Manymore Heads Face The Blade
Fakers Must Fade...The Stakes Are Now Raised
Words Of Murder...Suspense And Intrigue
Make Major League Niggas Show Signs Of Fatigue
My Killer Bees Span Wider Than Seven Seas...
Squeeze On Emcees...With Bullet Train Speed
Tony's Touch Create More Gold Than Midas
Ya Highness...All In Your Head Like Your Hair Stylist"

[Ritter]

Abduction ^

Good choice.

As we're on Deck, I just have to share this

Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks

...just pure dopeness. Agree?