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30 May 2003 09:53 xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx
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Re: favorite line
1. Biggie- I got a story to tell from the Notorious BIG album. I can’t write an excerpt cause it’s a story…
2. De la - Channeling in sync so my would bring (WHAT!)
Wit dat causin' all fat I'm responsible for ya diet
(Keep it quiet!)
Yo I got beats. State this stitch on my national fabric
My daughter will speak the arabic that's how I lift
Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels
I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles
Like green on the pickle
My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch
3. Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic
I'll beat your little ass, f**king faggot
It's the season of the hunt, f**king runt, I get buck and
Blast when I buck your ass sittin duck
So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed
Break fool, and I'm a kick some Kool in your ass
Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming
Now whip out your brains we're intoxicated demons
*just a good verse. Beanuts sound hard no matter what they’re saying. They could be talking about the latest Broadway shows and all the newest fashions and they’d sound like fu*%ing gangsters.
4. My rhymes are so dope and
The rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon I’ll have to open
A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
My field in court
Then again on second thought
To have MC’s coming out sounding so similar
It’s quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a perpetrator
5. [Chorus]
All we need is beats, and rhymes and go and spark it
As long as we got the Underground, yo, we got a market
I don't need an agent to tell me how to run it
Cause my goal's to win the Indy 500
{One man Army}
It's the battle of David and Goliath - The big and small
We need to get control of this s**t, and get it all
Expect these Rec. Execs to make a fall
I came to collect my checks and that's my car - Don't confuse it
They paid your dumbass? Don't abuse it
They get rich, they use it, and they call a nigga music?
*Binary Star
6. Some try to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it
*this whole track is just tight, but no one wants to read all the lyrics…most of Grand Puba’s s**t it tite, I can’t even choose favorite lines.
7. And as I listen, I think: Who did the mixing on your weak sound? It lacks essential punches like the presidential recount. *Virtuoso
8. Del - Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46A
I should've caught the 46B
'Cause dukes takes the mass scene and group through the trees
And shoots the breeze with the ladies
Look at that around the way girl
Yeah, I see her
(whistle) More crack than a drug dealer
*that fool said "Oh golly gee!" he's the only person that could rap that and pull it off...
9. and it's good to be here
gettin fly with the raps
we love it where we from but we kick it where we at
*DP
10. JLIVE~ EVERYTHING HE SAYS! But this song gets me really good in particular
Hey yo Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance You better dance from your fighting stance Or you'll never have a fighting chance In the rat race Where the referee's son started way in advance But still you livin' the American Dream Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows Who the f**k would wanna wake up? You got it good like hot sex after the break up Your four car garage it's just more space to take up You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby You a success story everybody wanna copy But few work for it, most get jerked for it If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-norant A fat wallet still never made a man free They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus] The poor get worked, the rich get richer The world gets worse, do you get the picture? The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone The old get stiff, the young get stepped on Whoever told you that it was all good lied So throw your fists up if you not satisfied
{*Singing*} Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied
Hey yo, the air's still stale The anthrax got my Ole Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get a meal I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1 While you kickin' up punchlines and puns Man f**k that s**t, this is serious biz By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is If it's war time or jail time, time for promises And time to figure out where the enemy is The same devils that you used to love to hate They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate The same ones that traded books for guns Smuggled drugs for funds And had fun lettin' off forty-one But now it's all about NYPD caps And Pentagon bumper stickers But yo, you still a nigga It ain't right them cops and them firemen died The s**t is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic It won't make the brutality disappear It won't pull equality from behind your ear It won't make a difference in a two-party country If the president cheats, to win another four years Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be The grass ain't greener on the other genocide But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn And uproot the weeds Cuz I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
{*Singing*} All this genocide Is not justified Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied
Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme The rich minorities control the gov'ment But they would have you believe we on the same team So where you stand, huh? What do you stand for? Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention Even on the dance floor Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers Get yours, what're you sweatin' the next man for? Get down, feel good to this, let it ride But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied
There's sooooo many amazing lines that stand out in my head...I'll just post 'em as they come... |
