Fly Rhymes
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl replied on Fri Jun 13, 2003 @ 6:51pm |
 Coolness: 89765 | "Stop. Collaborate and listen...."
i think you all know the rest. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» queen_B replied on Fri Jun 13, 2003 @ 6:52pm |
 Coolness: 77705 | lindsay is fly |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl replied on Fri Jun 13, 2003 @ 7:58pm |
| Coolness: 89765 | whatever, it's not like i read what you post anyway |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» queen_B replied on Sat Jun 14, 2003 @ 12:45am |
| Coolness: 77705 | i deserved that |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AngryChinchilla replied on Sat Jun 14, 2003 @ 3:56am |
 Coolness: 56340 | "By the way, when i spit don't get hit by a stray
Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae" That's my verse dispurses the worste curse as a person it hurts worse than the first version's privacy purse bursting I walk around the underground as a powerfull thundersound Wearing the low-down, pro-found, lyrical wonder-crown Advanced listening, wrestling with pressure expressions and step in as a special specimen fresher then freshmen Obvious overdosage it's coasted it over oceans with explosive post-its fly'er than your promotional posters Skillfully Killing Willfully drilling sylable spilling feeling really upsetable biting his edible stealing Walking around the planet Rocking the ground like Granite Cocking my sound cannon and stopping this sound famine Deliberate, Inconciderate, Ettiquite benefits Boligerant Spittin' shit like laxative excrement Dove in a frozen ocean fell low below both and the one chosen who rose exposed and a flowed erosion So nice that it's nasty So bangin' it's busting So sweet that it's sick So dope it's disgusting I lead an expedition invisoning competition in a prison when delivering withering rhyme littering Given a never endevoring ever clever however bringing it whether together or on solo feathers Sicker than liquor or medicine burning and blistering leave your life flickering quicker than strobes your tripping in The higher point, it's stylin'ointed with dildo delivery ointment or on a point thats like jointed presidential appointments Flashing full Fashionable Rational Lyrical Passion below grass the skulls burn in trash flows of white ash grow Belittling when little men living in oblivion try battling imagining that they're hyper than riddilin Simply deranged brain exchanged pain for gain rearranged a frame the strange plane patterns the slane Bigger, badder, and better than all of your golden chedder would spread in wind like medicine Men with ancient tribal lettering So nice that it's nasty So banging it's busted So sweet that it's sick So dope it's disgusting |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 11:56am |
 Coolness: 174370 | Tragedy Khadafi - worldwide thugs
featuring Cam'Ron Killa Sha RZA [Cam'Ron] Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death eatin monkey brain Chunky change call it iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor [RZA] Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo Yo, clear the interference, special guest appearnace Turned up a DMA fresh like Wrigley Spearmint Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher I move slow on your mob, like The Blob To gobble up every square inch quarter yard Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery black Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan Flash the Wu logo on your hand Cats be talkin, Bobby ain't feelin ya But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger Hot lead released from my cylinder You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya! My intensity is the devil high density Make yourself a century in Killer Bee penitentary Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges Elohim, black gods live from Queens Shaolin Island has been quarantined! [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, yo, who's responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing? I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden Clappin D-T's and kidnapped the sargeant Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic Cripple any society, triple O menace Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers Tear through y'all weak crews with heat seakers When we clap, bodies get rapped like fajitas Fowl Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi Won't stop till the world immortalize Machti Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce I rep for bing mobsters mad at life Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite War tactics, with gats under the matress Y'all bitch niggaz playin y'all part, like an actress |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 1:46pm |
 Coolness: 141645 | HAHAHAHAHAHA...aright folks wait for it, for just one sec, while i go get the official lyrics... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 1:49pm |
| Coolness: 141645 | here you go folks
such a splendid song Necro - STD I was walking in the park, in the noon When I saw her, she was beautiful Like a flower in the summer, what a bummer I wish I could talk to her, I got my nerve up And then I started to walk to her I said, "hello", she said, "hi" I said, "You're so beautiful, won't you be mine?" She was beautiful, she was beautiful She was beautiful, oh she was beautiful Now we're in my house, I took the pants off the wench The fuckin' bitch had syphilis, I cracked her in the face with a wrench Now she's on the floor, like a dirty whore, reaching for the door I bashed her in the face some more, you fuckin' cunt I'll teach you to disease people She laughed at me and said, "Yo, their ain't no skeez equal, to me" Fantasia taught me everything, I'm a pro I told her, "You won't blow no more" She tried to get live, I tied her up, I put eight condoms on my dick Attach razors to it, and slide right up and rip the crabs out the crack Lubricate my cock with strychnine, just in case gonorrhea attacks This bitch giggled as I snuffed her She said, "You can find me everywhere, my name is STD, I'll be your lover" I went to Rome and got some Roman armor and some blacksmiths Gave 'em rubber and make something elastic A metal condom for my cock, now STD is beaten for now but she'll be back up Just a little fuckin' warning, for all you fuckin' sluts That try to be fuckin' look beautiful, but deep down You got a fuckin' stinkbox, a nasty stinkbox Don't do it, don't do it If you look beautiful, be beautiful everywhere Don't be dirty under there Cause this is two-thirds of the schizo, and shit could get evil like the beat |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 1:51pm |
 Coolness: 144510 | uhm...
that was weird |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cloud9ine replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 1:51pm |
 Coolness: 139000 | that was GREAT. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 2:31pm |
 Coolness: 685870 | Horrorcore rap is the BEST!
Twiztid w/ICP - Old School Pervert If I licked your pussy Would you suck my dick? I got you moanin like the bitches in the porno flicks Pull your panties to the side so I can dig you out Cause I'm the old school pervert You know what I be all about I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips And some nice hips A honey dip to come equipped with some big tits Baby you're the bomb And I heard your pussy's sweet like candy And you be havin niggas down to be down like Brandy Well what I wanna know are you a freak? Can we bust a 6 9 in my back seat on the creep? Move, what I gotta prove girl? You heard the song your pussy is my weakness And I'm feelin cock strong Like He-Man, so who do I be man? You callin me sick But you're the one that's tongue kissin your girl After she sucked my dick Playin role games, when my dick swang I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang Fuckin that cunt like a maniac Steamin up my back windows of my '86 Pontiac Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink I can tell you're cummin by the way you scream and moan I bet you dream about fuckin when you be all alone But now I'm with ya, unleash emotions of ecstacy Cause you with the old school P E R V E R T (Chorus x2) Every bitch wants to be fucked Every nigga wants his meat sucked And if you're lying y'all just touch and front I see you discriminate on asshole and pussy's the same I fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes, and all the plain jane's It don't matter if you're black, white, red, or brown Cause I got enough dick to spread around the town To the little yellow girls with the slanted eyes I wrap a bow around my dick and then I yell surprise And to the sista's, and to the sista's I love it when you shake that ass and say Mista mista Bones you do it like nobody can That's right honey I'm the pervert man I have you grabbin on your ankles and spreadin your toes Cause I'ma fuck ya till you get a bloody nose White hoes, I loves ya cause you be so sneaky Pullin yo panties down tryin to get freaky Fingering your pussy cause you know that's what I like Girl you gettin fucked tonight that's right To the pretty Arab girls in the super market I love to lick your pussy floatin on a magic carpet To the romantic bitches fuckin on beaches in the sand I'm like M&M I cum in your mouth not in your hand Long lastin like a Duracell at the motel I won't tell if you don't tell Watch my dick swell, and give a couple licks like a lollipop Cause I can't and I won't stop till I see your panties drop Then I drop my load like a washin machine Then I'm on my way to find another pussy to please (Chorus x2) Every bitch wants to be fucked Every nigga wants his meat sucked And if you're lying y'all just touch and front Is there a profilactic cause I don't be no idiot I ain't tryin to get sick or pull no silly shit But let's get back to the story I'm bustin nuts in the morning glory I can't afford a shorty I can barely support me So now you know the deal I'm coming real Can we leave this place? And go back to your crib and you can sit on my face I'll make you wetter than the ocean And hot like the bahamas Cause I want you to sex me pretty mama I'm tired of askin nice, I'm about to be blunt How would you like my dick in your cunt? I'll fuck you like you wanna be fucked You can suck me like I wanna be sucked Cause kissin and huggin ain't enough And I know you like to fuck that way I watch you sway to every song that the radio play All I can say is I know you want it You really want it, and if you ain't gonna give up the ass Please don't flaunt it, don't flaunt it Cause that would make you a frontin hoe Really though if you put a quarter in my pocket I'll give you a freak show To the freaky hoes if S & M is your game I got body oil, riding props, handcuffs, whips and chains I'ma do da do it everyone of you and you I'm the old school pervert baby I thought you knew (Chorus x6) Every bitch wants to be fucked Every nigga wants his meat sucked And if you're lying y'all just touch and front |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 2:32pm |
| Coolness: 144510 | ^^ is a perv |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Wed Jun 18, 2003 @ 2:43pm |
| Coolness: 685870 | ICP - Cotton Candy
My name is Shaggy but some call me saggy balls Cuz you can see my ball sack hangin' out my drawers I wear short shorts (oh my) bitches stop and stare And later on you see me partin through the cotton hair I meet a bitch I always gotta check and ask How many corn dogs been to the cotton patch And when I fuck bitches ask what I'm tryin to do My nuts is people so I'm tryin to stuff 'em in there too Cotton candy it wasn't made for the mouth You don't believe me? Then take a look mid south Rotten candy is what you'll find without a doubt I stick my wang in the cotton hole and then I'm out Jump Steady, Rude boy and Nate the Mack They huntin cotton and Shaggy shagg know where it's at So don't be stingy there's more than one wicked clown And bitch you got enough cotton here to go around Now some bitches wanna go and shave their cotton off Straight to the candy I'm with it I won't get lost That's why I bring the clippers with me They're comin in handy when ya fuck around with the cotton candy Hey, cotton candy Yea, hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth She told me Hey cotton candy Yea hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth My name is J the kiddies call me Genie pants Cuz I can play the flute and make my dick start to dance Like a snake I make it shake rattle and roll And this year my balls made it to the cotton bowl Unlike Shaggy he's scared of the cotton pie I ate so much cotton candy I got pink eye I can remember the first time I had a taste She pulled her panties down and stuck her cotton in my face I said your daddy's home, she said so fuckin what I tried to take my ding a ling and stick it in her butt I tried to push it in I couldn't turn it out she said Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth Oh shit so what was I to do run like a bitch or have the cotton stew I thought for a second then I said what the fuck I ate so much cotton that my tongue came out her butt Burrr bitch I'll have another bowl My boys had to come and get me cuz I lost control On the way home I had a new attitude I'm like hey let's go eat some more pussy dude Hey, cotton candy Yea, hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth She told me Hey cotton candy Yea hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth Hey, cotton candy Yea, hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth She told me Hey cotton candy Yea hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth Hey, cotton candy Yea, hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth She told me Hey cotton candy Yea hey hey Cotton candy don't get wet until it's in your mouth (orgasms) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 12:59am |
| Coolness: 174370 | Jedi MInd Tricks - animal rap
You know the don's armed wit sixteen And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish She only lick dick status to get cabbage, dick get lathered to the thick Baptist Who back on the map? Giancanna wit a vengeance It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight) And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood, I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) This where the buck stops, fuck props Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot? Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block? Still real, bustin' the glock Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now? (Chorus) (Scratching) Sample of Mike Tyson speaking [Mike Tyson] People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and rogus I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know? I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through See everyone else has the right to be angry but this is just the way I express myself (So, you ready to fight??) [Vinnie Paz] Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is I'm from a time where every song was righteous Before rap was just a swarm of white kids And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!) -- [Mike Tyson] And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waste my life Cuz when I die I'm going to paradise So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die Cuz I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me And make comments about me without me retaliating -- |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» soyfunk replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 1:10am |
 Coolness: 127050 | somebody put out a book compilling ChinoXl's punchlines... nuff said
(Chorus) Never love my enemy You could never take my history You could never block my destiny Never did love follow me And I'll never return to poverty Never fooled by Satan's jealousy Until my heaven inherits me... (verse 1) I won't lie, some nights i feel like I've been forsaken by God victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the mantra that I cry... I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly, larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostomy I'm pro you're junior varsity If "Twelve Angry Viewers" on MTV diss my shit I'll hunt down and kill 'em all individually I make headlines considerably Sorcery with no plea bargain, or jargon, or glossary Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I've held rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me, I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes to make a for-tune Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151 proof laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth flicking my ashes out of a sunroof Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me, From throwing you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted You ain't no killer or gangster smiling or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary, but still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry I blind you in stereo or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show Your wives know I fuck like Marky Mark on Boogie Nights while Guinessed out, while famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouths Me dissapear? Never again, go to war with Vatican men it'll take a whole cast of E.R. to have your ass walking again You're an over-rated player that white fans love like DiMaggio You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver till forever you remeber, i'm falling off? Never... (Girl Singing) I'm god... 4X (Chorus) Never can you stop my hostility Never love my enemy Never get me out your memory I am never beaten lyrically Never fear, go head & murder me So my God will be right next to me... (Verse 2) I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel with weight of world on shoulders like Aretha Franklin's ankles You liars, i'm tired of all your fake drug dealing tales the only time yall see grams is when yall drink them gingerales I hold the hammer to, your head piece flush you! like genitals I'll battle & bring evil that'll make your priest abandon you Through translucent fuschia zones poems, my vocal tones are dark Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally until the stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact But beyond that, any rappers death I'm behind that I'll get that ass touced in any jail you do time at In every verse ditto My defeat, you better have more blindfolded Faith than a kidnapped version of Biggie's widow Kiddo, you ain't worth hospitals till im hospitable enough to put you inside of a hospital after i smoke critical amounts of dust Thus my mind spoke on Jedi pedestals and roasting demos semi seminals who try to test testicles of this mc's quotables I'll make the proudest of all Dominicans swing flags for Puerto Rico And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem slaying day out & day in out'spoke'n like a dayton Rim that be keeping 'em staggering through lyrical pattern and traveling through my abdomen unraveling at the speed of a javelin still reppin' Vatican And invade like Mexican notify next to kin cats i'm invested in Don't worship Christ, they worship the theives crucified next to him Poison men cringes, from poison pen syringes these niggas couldn't be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas Chino you bring phantasm plus you G like the dwellas and been touched by an angel like Della, me fear y'all niggas? Never... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 3:09pm |
| Coolness: 141645 | From Soul Possition (RjD2 & Bluprint) - Unlimited
Blueprint is the MC "stage diving, don't care if you catch me or not/ makes it look like i really ment to hit the floor/ and while i'm lyin' there i start to spit the raw/ even with a broken leg n a fractured colar bone/ i won't let no other mc touch my microphone/ what you mother fuckers starring at, i'm trying to make sure my show stays ACTION packed" |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 3:16pm |
| Coolness: 174370 | I just got the Chino XL album, here to save the day....have yet to listen to it...from the lyrics soyfunk posted, it seems wicked. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 3:19pm |
| Coolness: 141645 | i wanna post Aceyalones stuff, but i think you should all go out and listen to his shit instead...oh by the way everybody
YOU ALL MISSED A FUCKING WIKID SHOW LAST WEEK Prince Paul Aceyalone Eyedea n so much more too good |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 3:22pm |
| Coolness: 174370 | man i have to start going back to shows...pisses me off.
In flames soon...Anyone? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2003 @ 4:03pm |
| Coolness: 141645 | in flames??? |
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