My version of the Nas song. No hook, just two verses
yo,
as Nas be preachin on black zombies, kaffir’s moms be/
pawning belongings for stamps while dafta blonds be//
flaunting to the nearest ambercrombies, long we’ve/
been subjugated to inequity, now wait a second g//
y’all been ages free from slavery, savor the/
fragrance of fresh baked igorance from Your Black Muslim Bakery//
hangin free in the air from an oak tree; yet only/
when you’ve choked the black press is when you’ve choked me//
don’t be countin ya chickens; I’ve been out in the buisness/
one month, now that sun’s up; what you doin now//
pigeons surroundin the benches; crumbsnatchas/
run afta some stray cracka like we do//
see who’s the animal? killin our own like cannibals/
guzzlin Sams in full 40s while baggin fish like salmon rolls//
damn it’s bullshit, this whole schtick bout don’t be scared to pull it/
it ain’t like the bullet identifies the culprit//
hold it steady, empty the full clip, be ready/
to disappear, gs won’t care; their conscious muddled by hits of beer//
gs don’t fear repercussions, already in deeper dumb shit/
somethin ain’t right; thugs jumpin late nights, gunmen lay tykes//
on the streets like common niggas, they ma made ramen dinners/
and ain’t had the heart to dump em out, young men doubt//
the power of one action; some black men even say we have been/
bred and tamed; how else would we let human dogfights happen//
Stable income’s a fable in slums, able in/
capacitated it don’t matter, just spin some fabricated//
horse shit and you’ve just dodged affirmative action/
like afghan women to learn to live maskin displeasure’s//
the black man’s burden, spurred into crime afta crime/
cause thats where the money is; what’s funny is how as the time//
passes by I’ve come to realize that once you steal pride/
from a community the unity is stretched thin, this lesson//
vital to black survival, more important than the B.I.B.L.E./
fuck rivalries; why kill me when you could be killin the racists//
that place us in shitty places n jaces; aint this the point of/
resistance? Or is this what it’s come to, depend on one to//
carry the goblet, no one wants to opt to stop this despotic/
race shit, if you can’t feel this you probably leprotic//
knowledge is power, that’s why we weren’t allowed to read/
n write; even today that aint changed, at the eleventh hour//
the flayed and the caster; slave and the master/
BET got ya shakin ya ass ta half bakin rappas//
who glorify horrid lives and morbid crimes/
doe or die’s the chorus line; fuck a mortgage buy porsches god//
The six, is like the devil when its “tripled in number”
try hidin under sheets, caps may “clip up the covers”
one call is death away, when I “hit up my brothas”
count the ho’s you gon lose, I go n “stick up ya lovers”
from one side of town, we could “meet at any block”
see fire whizz by, when the “heat lets off a shot”
get a few ambulances n “hospital beds”
soon yall gon fall back, in secs “all of yall dead”
flatlines on all of yall, from what my “power enholds”
with still minutes left at hand, n “hours to fold”
I “devour my foes” try to “come in my crib”
this the den of sum lions, bout a “hundred thas big”
I keep yall “frozen like freezers” but I’m “holdin the heater”
yall wrapped up like tacos, n “folded fajitas”
I’m “gold as I speak up” all cowards “little to fight”
I strike like rooftop ninjas, in the “middle of the night"
--- “The name of my car insurance is YO FUCKIN FAULT -Luda
yo the aim of this/ 2 own the world like the game of risk/ save it bitch/ I aint came here 2 babysit/ I came here 2 say this quick peace out and b gone/ im sure i left a whole bowl of weed in my bong/ believe me im strong/ cause everytime i breath on a song no need 4 alarms/ the boy keep it easy and calm/ everybody take a lookie yo/ eh homie check the rookie bro/ i’m addin flavour 2 the cookie dough/ a smooth hustler ask the homie next 2 me/ c perfection b/ a sprinkle of me up in the recipe/ and don mess with me/ unless u ready for heavenly extasey/ c it elmentry your career just wasnt meant to b/
When You See Chicks 'Runnin' And Screamin In The 'Street'//
They Just Watched There Men Be Hit With The 'Heat!'//
Walking And 'Gunnin' All Who I 'MEET!'//
No Bitch Was 'Frontin' They Where Running Like 'Maggots'//
It Felt Like 'Huntin' At The Mardi gra, Mowing Down 'Faggots!'//
Equiped With A Knife To Dice Faces Like Razor Blade Tennis 'Rackets!'//
--- Dont Go Testin' My Boundaries, Cause You Wont Gain Entry//
Could Get Messy Like A Cocaine Druggies Mind When Hes Empty//
right u guys r shit gud ime 13 blud so heres a lil freestyle about my mate ime thinking about making a hardcore beat to it and rappin about a few more mates but havent got the time here we go...
DANNY G...
in the beat
not earnt owt livin in the street
take a seat.
you wanna live it up with him
he offers most services like a gim(p)
com on girl he dus it for fucking free.
See...
He’ll even have it with a man named fucking Charlee
Gee,Please dont pee
You’re laffing so hard you mite have to pee
but u got conjuntivitis u cant see
so when i flick the V’s all u can do is say Gee.
Ladee, his name dusn’t include the virgin B
See. DANNY G. =] tell me what you think ty
Im bored and its summer and a got nothing to do
so meanwhile I thought I would bless a couple peeps like you
My niggaz call me Hov
My gamertage is Extra Lee
I know after these couple a lines y’all want to be me
Well im laid back never the one to start a fight but a stay strapped
Not with a gat im fit a mean 8 pack
Im humorous never the one to follow
Im full of heart while a couple of u niggaz just hollow
You can have your opinion but don’t disrespect me
Cause if you do I’ll treat you to a Hemispherectomy
But in stead of half your brain your whole body will be disabled
I am what I am don’t stereotype Don’t LABEL
K3 BOUND,GANGSTA 4 LIFE,G4,7.4 YA HEARD,ALL IZ ONE
SEE WHEN I PULL UP IN DA SANDWHICH,YALL NIGGAZ AINT READY MY GUTS PEANUTT BUTTER AND MY PAINT IZ GRAPE JELLY,WHEN BLUNTHEAD GRAB DA MIC,DEM HOES DROP DEM DRAWS,WHEN IT COME TO WEED,I GOT MO SACKS THAN SANTA CLAUSE,I DUN HAD A 3SOME WITH SARENA AND A VENUS,MY RIMS ROLL OVER LIKE CINGULAR WIRED MINUTES,WATS DA POINT OF 24’S,DAT MEAN WE ESCALADED IF I WALK UP IN A BARBRA SHOP I STILL COULDNT BE FADED!
RUN A NIGGA DOWN,PUT DAT CAL. IN HIS FACE,STICK IT DOWN HIS THROAT,SO HE CAN GET DAT CHROME AFTER TASTE,SEE NIGGA I DO THIS WITH A PASSION,LIKE ITS A TYPE OF FASHION,AND DAT WHY I CALL THIS LIL RIPP A 40 CAL. HARRASMENT
Blunthead thinks he G’D OUT he pee’s pants
see’s no were past the tip of is nose
his belly got tyres roll after roll
more roles then the biggest bakery
you never baking G’s
youz a faker so please calm da fuck down
your gut be a deep red when opened
be looking like a red red wine red blood not mine
i try to put a meaning to my lines, but rhyme words i think of dont seem to suit anything so its hard. i need a better vocabulary. Perhaps i should read dictionary’s..Not happening unfortunatly.
--- Dont Go Testin' My Boundaries, Cause You Wont Gain Entry//
Could Get Messy Like A Cocaine Druggies Mind When Hes Empty//
Im Sooo Highh....
Im Sooo Highh....
Im Sooo Highh....
This Shit Isnt A Stick-Up, I Just Need My Weed And To Pick-Up// Busting Rhymes Within My Lines I Just Whip-Up//
You Cant Get Your Dick-Up, You Cant Knock No Chick-Up//
I Get Full Plants No Buds Cut-Up//
But Im Right, Cause The 'High’dys About To 'Bud-UP!'//
Then Ill Be Smokin My Brain Away before i know-it//
Beginning To Cough But Cant Even Think To 'Show-it'//
Blows Will Be Thrown If You begin to Over-Throw-It//
Smoke Straight To The Brain, High...Soon Ill Under-Go-It//
Choose To Smoke And Not Sell, Dont Dough-It//
What Everyone think? i was trying to finish with double/hyphened words...i think thats what there called.
--- Dont Go Testin' My Boundaries, Cause You Wont Gain Entry//
Could Get Messy Like A Cocaine Druggies Mind When Hes Empty//
not livin up 2 anybody’s hype/i can roc this mic/(who cares!) who’s the best/can anybody pass the test/nevertheless everybody think they best in they on mind/jus stylin 4 free......i’m jus tryin 2 hav a peace of mind/before they try 2 get a piece of mine/like a rubber band mann /i can be a one mann band/ i refuse 2 lose/jus stylin 4 free......i feel like somebody watchin me in my hood/jus the hard knocc life/havin different hoes in other area codes/like a pimp see me smile/ambition az a ridah self-explantory/i want the glory/knucc if u bucc/i don’t giva a fucc/i’ma make’em say uuh!!/a no limit soldier i’m bout it,bout it/comin from tha dirty south/i need dub’s or 24’s it don’t matter/i still roll ridin spinners/how ya do dat there/won’t let me out/when they know i’m from the south......jus stylin 4 free......these jus wordz 2 me.
here’s some new shit I got... I got bored a couple days ago and I was tryin to think of somethin to right about... what ended up happening was that I tried to write like MF DOOM (one of my favorite rappers) and see how it went. Here’s what I got so far. It goes to this beat (doesnt go with any other beat):
I’m killin again, who rise up and get me/
die willin the pen to write somethin witty//
try reelin it in, fore you go overboard/
n fuck with the ovalords; duck its jehova’s sword//
comin to keep yee unfaithful in check/
nothin you peeps plead gon make ol' tinhead//
back da fuck up... I got sticky fingers/
from sticking emsingas; some flipping men need ta//
get a grip; stop tryna go nuts n off me/
actin like dem sobs who buy the donuts n coffee//
yo cut is off-beat; so what if blahzay/
blah’s my steelo; yo jalopi live-in ass need to stop//
playin ceelo, get a job n feed ya kids every night cause/
on the d-low, even Round Tables wont let you see dough//
(break)
ay yo, this what I heard yo kids was sayin the other day...
verse 2:
still killin it, someone snuck a chill pill in his/
drink but it didn’t matter; DOOM be kill billin kids//
illa than ill bill, reala than real deal/
rappas claim to be; they all the same to me//
take a seat; I dont wanna hear ya life story miss/
eitha shut up or I’ll add ya ass to my quarry list//
thanks to I-40 it’s not safe to hide behind a screen/
once I find the cyba fiends leave em idolizin me//
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