I agree, but he actually says umpire, he's talking about baseballOriginally Posted by shingen
architectural design intellectual rhyme official strike movin on a diagonal line
the kings a kick the queens a snare the bass are minors pieces that move in a pair
Here's a nice line (this one's a metaphor) he spit that compares a rapper who flosses (or shows off) to a deck of cards:
"A SPADE in the CLUB with the HEART to wear DIAMONDS, the high roller who got credit upon signing".
The Holy Temple Is The Mental
Fake niggas get flipped in mic fights/I swing swords and cut clowns/
The shit is too swift to bite, record, or write it down/ I flow like the blood
on a murder scene/Like a syringe on some wild out shit to insert a Fiend/
"It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
and blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fuckin lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it
Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugs
and pockets dug from everything except check stubs
and it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof tops
for his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
you don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then
drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin checks again
Back to the motherfuckin spot on Lexington"
Got this off a site, so it might have some errors
I just don't like you, thats all.
yoo peoples its Dope Gza LINE not verse lol i know its tight but try and be more selective lol
"we Reign From June To June While Niggas Bite Immideately If Not Soon"
"THE KING IS BACK"-NAS
"I GET PROPS LIKE A SLOGAN"-GURU
But deadly I merge foward with the sharks spear
He must return now his flight departs here
Like sittin bull, i lay with my bow pulled
-Mic Trippin
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
In a way he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes through the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigued
You can't Fuck with those in the major leagues
i love this thread......keep it comin
"They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver"
Fell in love with that one the first time I heard it..
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