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Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Wed Jun 11, 2003 @ 11:48am |
Post your fave rhymes.
Jedi Mind Tricks - Sacrifice - [Verse 1: Ikon] Witness the art of combat the center is where the bombs at It's illegal for the feeble to see beyond that Upon that, cyanide gases, sentinel dent through ya ventricle with nine axes Time lapses, we on with, brutal and terrible conflict bomb shit You gone quick- on a mission to meet your savior A pitchfork through your bitch-heart [in] Castlevania. Slayin ya'- we blaze all men And storm through Allah battlefield with suede Timbs The ra-ven {raven screech} who made men eyeless Blinds evil, like a needle through the eye of Osirus My vibrance will span in the grill With the violence of Hamburger Hill, to kill What, what {Verse 2: Jus Allah aka Megatraum} The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like match flints Burn slow like Dutchmaster hits Enter trenches of arms, the Paragon spawn Your body's carried and dropped like surrogate moms Sarialities promote to battle me Find enemy beats, awaken my forsakens off the balcony A jaded man, never follows the Lord's plan Rises for sacrifice like Isaac to Abraham Expect wideness from Heaven's exiles Coming outta my shells like metal projectiles Connect soldiers by straight edges, you're left endless Severed by the line then bisected your necklace Dreadnaut leaving treadmarks from lead shots Silence your voice box, with infrared dots Your optics, forced to watch raw torture Therapeutic, combining your pores with iron straws {Ikon} You know the fuckin deal The hunter has now become the hunted, motherfucker Jedi Minds, severing your spine What's the fuckin deal, what's the fuckin deal You will be consumed by your own fire, motherfucker {Ikon} Jedi Minds banging you in the face 2G's Fuck all y'all |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» neoform replied on Wed Jun 11, 2003 @ 11:48am |
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Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Wed Jun 11, 2003 @ 1:37pm |
From Notorious B.I.G'S : Dead Wrong (Remix)
the track that convinced me to give B.I.G a chance... this is eminems verse, consequently the first Eminem verse that i ever liked as well... [Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads, human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just, beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a line in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the third; then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Wed Jun 11, 2003 @ 3:20pm |
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Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» eLDee replied on Wed Jun 11, 2003 @ 10:50pm |
[Eminem - Go to sleep]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ApR1zM replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 7:59am |
"Things aint the same for psychos , guns and rifflez sharp knives I like those! i might just od by the end of tonite show with the right dose i might wipe out just like poh! but the strangest things can happen from stabbin pregnant women in the abdomen until they cant have children"
-eminem Half da watcher |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» queen_B replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 7:16pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 8:37pm |
ya if i was black, id so be a rapper. sucks to be white. expect that poverty percentage for blacks is a whopping 40%, compared to the white populas which is about 10%. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» queen_B replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 11:26pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» queen_B replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 11:27pm |
which reminds me....
last night i had a dream that i got loaded with Whitney Houston and we finished off a 40oz. of vodka while drinking screw drivers. she is one freaky diva |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 11:47pm |
lil' kim - Jump Off
"The Jump Off" [Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) It's the jump off (Come on) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)] I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off And back up before the hive let the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party (Woo!) And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!) Or out come the beast We the best still there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good, East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)] It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) Special delivery for you and yours (Now) I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) If you rep for your hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!! Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) Bet it all playa fuck the price Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice Been around the world cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah) Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)] Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!) Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah) Now everybody come get with the lingo Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body) I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» queen_B replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 11:48pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu Jun 12, 2003 @ 11:50pm |
she can be pretty nast sometimes. and her fashion sense? who dresses her? puff daddy? oops sorry p. didi |
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