MCs and Rhymes
down in southern cali
be pushin pedal like bullets from glock metal
my treble..is too high
like my eyes indeed chronic neva passin me by
i try..to stay above the rest
keep da bomb shi** sell da streess
aint nobody blind enough too see what i am
put a di** in iraq's mouth and charge it to uncle sam
like spam..im cannin u up
ya see my look do i give a fu**
suck..is what ya fake rhymas be doin, smoke u know forget lata wit da boozin
i can only feel a pen in one hand in da otha is steal
skrill..is what i be makin. like a baka be bakin
like tires from Kragen
im tredin you like navigata
yes its me dmac the anti-hata
scorin like the big laka
like da repa st8t soal taka
aint no faka talk shi** now but wait much lata
i be cop gunnin 4 da fu** off it
give a dumb ass ho mcdonalds and shes luvin it
stuffin it
like her last supper
when my battle mode comes too fast thought
i stutta
only can yall wonda wit my rhymes you can read but in the skill what yall
lackin is twistin and speed.
rhymma attack
Lyrics by Damian aka Dmac
stockton be the place that i be
evrywhere i look flashing sirons what i see
we holden down 209 like west coast trippin
we hold our gats, pistol grips never slippin
we standin are ground
staying lyrical bound
u ni**as think u da shi**
but we be it wit our 30 ot 6
fu** yall that think ya the shi**
we say bring it to stocktown
well put u down on the ground
we b-boys wit game to spit
everywhere we go we gots a new hoe
we on a killin spree
bit** dont look at me
or it will come for you
like a ni**a that got nothin to lose
i'll bite ya like da gator from lake placid
make ya crazy like a gorilla on acid
ni**as always wanna no why we be fukin these hoes
and hell we dont know maybe its for da love
maybe its for moeny whatever happens i still get our honeys
we're leaders in dis game
dont feel no shame
just keep our names out of yo mouth
and we will keep it da same
dont keep it real and your sure to fall
in dis game u cant make da calls
and if ya trippin we'll gat yo ass our selfs bit** u better listen
to this shi** we spittin
cause we true to dis shi** so dont fu** wit it
we aint spittin no lies cause u dont know what its like through
our eyes
stockton be our location at the seen of the crime
and we are participated in it most of the time
while most ya ni**a's at home watchin yo t.v.
we be creatin anarchy
me and damn short never be low key
so dont tripp when we take yo car keys
its all for da money when
when we steal yo shi**
its also for da money when we steal yo bit**
me and p me rollin da dice
ya thats right we aint nice
we just like to pic fights
wit these punk ask ni**a
u think u hot shi** then bring it on
we got 2 fists and we love to bruize
dont tripp though its all coo
when we stroll through your hood
dont stare you'll be blinded by the light and only see da glare
p and damn short takin it all
thats right bit** we came for yall
so we steppin out keep it real
dont fu** wit or shi** or youll get delt wit and thats for real
Lyrics by Peicy P & Too Damn Short
me and the man to my left/ like d/ we opened up shop/ and made every one
drop/ by the way i flow u swear i have rocks/ like im a criminal/ always
envading cops/ slippin through allys/ with a gun in my bubble jacket/ scrapin
my ballys/ im at MC rallys/ rockin the stage/ they forget about meth/ and
call me JOHN BLAZE/ like they forgot about dre/ cause im burnin cats/ like
mad craze/ kinda chill/ kinda laze/ dont enter a chyph unless i feel it'll
last for ten days/ if your not to my levle/ ima sloughter you/ send you to
chill and lay low with thee devil/ invaded by the devil/ im a spirtal man/
no kind of evil/ like gangstar you know my stello/ for real yo/ so step in/
dont come steppin/ with nothin less than/ atillery weponds/ my sets un/
tamed/ un-gamed/ un-slanged/ un-famed/ like seven up/ time is up/ ima bust/
leaving a trail of blood on the ground/ the chyph got seven MC's standing
round/ and im in the center contollin the croad/ now/ all ya'll are sayin
wow/ now/ my rhymes hit like/ pow/ now/ you ask how the hell/ he get that
way/ ask does he let gun/ spray/ ask/ does he play thug games/ ask and i well
tell/ ask and find out how/ ask but keep it between you and me/ ask this is a
new millennium thing/ so feel me.
Lyrics by CANISI
ni**a robbery is all we know
So how we gone go broke
When we can take all yall doe
And fly off the Cubin
Get in the coke fields
Buy off the Buddha
50 to 50 Mill.
Bring drama cause geochana got Kenndy killed,
If you come threw in jet then you fronted to us,
Cause when coke price was up it was notting to us,
We blocks full of herion, weed, and dust
Seen bullets pop of cause of greed, and lust
When the big dogs die
Who gone feed the pups
My ni**az is here
So you the circled is tight
I circle the block and cut off the lights to pray to christ
And when the cops come
We don't care we got shotguns
And ni**az with the most ice get the Hot Ones,
Stay on yo job
ni**a I'm a stay on mine,
And if I lose my voice
I'm a flow offline
And by next year
We should have One-Thousands guns
Can't stop them ni**az we call the
Lyrics by FANTASTIC FOUR
to bless-
It all started in da winter of eighty three
my moms gave birth to a holy seed
heaven sent this mc to lead
my inner voice was a prisoner waiting to be freed
now seventeen years afta
here to silence the laughta
if no one else iz real why should i have ta
ima needle in a hay stack one in a billion
its like im wise and yous still soundin like children
anarchy building
and aint shi** got to do with me
find me at the vatican call me the pope mc
let me tell you about the way i finesse
every microphone i touch i bless......................
every microphone i bless im touching
its like the meaner i look the harder im clutchin
your skill is counterfeited from a work of art
ill tell u the end cause i told u the start
ima die 90 years old from a crucifix to da heart
how else can this essence be extinguished
like a goal that i set my plan is distinguished
theres not too much that i see unclear
sept where im headed and which way ima steer
its like crooks or books?
am i keepin a job or join the mob?
takin things as they come holdin it down
how you should be holdin your tongue
got more lyrics and skill so i call you son
these thoughts must be waying a ton
talk about makin u fein ima bounce im done.
a reading from the hip hop bible
Lyrics by Kas 1:17
don't leave me all alone
just drop me off at home
i'll be fine,it's not the first
just like the last time,but a little worse
she said that i'm not the one that she thinks about and destoryed my past
she said "dont let my door hit your ass"
one more chance i'll try this time
i'll give you yours i wont take mine
i'll listen up pretend to care
go on ahead i'll meet you there
lets try this one more time with feeling
Lyrics by Cory
you dont know my backround,ill creep through ya house sound as a
pound,and use you as a ground for my electricity, it will shock you
explicitly, its lyrical, ya scared cause im so spiritual,shi** i aint fom
jericho, but i can fill ya mind with dread ,disapear to shreds, then reapear
quicker than drop dead fred, thread, my needle cause ill leave ya lookin
goofier than the deedles,im gonna have more fans than the beetles,alias
equals sergant proton, eatin sucker mc's like croutons,im gonna pour you like
creamer then smoke ya till i got emphasyma
Lyrics by sergant proton - left coast
advengers-santa rosa california
Picture you and I
Way up in the sky
Flying over oceans, while the clouds go passing by
I kiss you on your lips, and taste your scented neck
We're going on a trip, we'll never ever forget
I'll take you on a voyage (voyage), travelling hand in hand
Yeah, I'm like an orchestra
Your body, I command
Conducting, instructing, you won't need to move
I'll tell you straight up girl, won't nobody disturb this groove
You've been more than just my lover
You've been my lady, a special friend to me
So take my hand and lets engage in a private symphony
Lyrics by Narc
Let me get to the point real quick
When ya pockets are thick
mad chicks be on a brothers tip
When ya sportin jewels and drivin in a groovy car
all the ho's go sweat you like a movie star
to get in ya pockets
thats what the girls wanna do
but if you not rich them chicks gonna front on you
no matter how strong your rap
you only nock boots when you got loot
you on the map
cause if you broke youll get a wack slut
if you got dough you get a ho with a fat butt
with fresh gear,long hair and a cute face
and if ya live alone shes gonna pack her suit case and move in
then ya start loosin all ya bucks
soon your brothers a joke a not a rut?
then she takes off and brakes off
ya ho's gone, so long dear
I'm outta here a good relationships been torn
Cause when you on top everythings OK
but when you broke you get no play
Lyrics by The Pak
Abstract*Chapter
yo! i invade your interceptor, killin' your ego, my rhyme styles read
danger sprayin them as desert eagles, i illustrate the illest imagism on
these kids that spit negative criticism, rippin down, my CHAPTERed
mcees,...the illest mcee while i'm speaking, always tweeking, i just don't
give a sh*t inhaling agent orange sequences, i'm blackin' out, the rhyme
styles are bustin' in and out, penetratin' you chest robbin' your flesh like
black and milds, cause your lungs are at stake, regergitatin' what i ate like
these babbled mcees, with prick minds and pinal states. RESPECT US!
Lyrics by PoLEone...Abstract Chapter
>>>SLAUGHTER HOUSE FIVE<<<
representin' Evanston, IL
non-stop we bring the ILLER NOISE...
Im the most demented mind since John Wayne Gacey
ruff, and rugged, like Space Spacely
wit that i dont give a fuk attitude
i'm like a million minds traped in solitude
with no air, windows or doors
choped up bodies, severed bodies beneath floor boards
soul traped in carbonite like star wars
i,m like Boba Fett, jedi bounty hunter
fuk that rather Heather Hunter
leave ya full of holes like accupuncture
pins and needles, needles in skin
187 murder its all kin
evrytime a spit a track it comes off a sin
the seven deadly lust, greed, envy
paralize the whole perimiter like a centry
body buckle and break during bullets entry
tempature increase
as the tally of defeats repeat
just another victim
as i spilt there respitory system
lay em to bed eternallly kiss em
goodnight
for the love of spite
net battle aint shiyt
take it to the street
my style starts of mystique, kinda discreet
til i bubble up and burn harder
ask anyone who the fukin firestarter
Lyrics by SyLeNcE
It all started in da winter of eighty three
my moms gave birth to a holy seed
heaven sent this mc to lead
my inner voice was a prisoner waiting to be freed
now seventeen years afta
here to silence the laughta
if no one else iz real why should i have ta
ima needle in a hay stack one in a billion
its like im wise and yous still soundin like children
anarchy building
and aint shi** got to do with me
find me at the vatican call me the pope mc
let me tell you about the way i finesse
every microphone i touch i bless.
every microphone i bless im touching
its like the meaner i look the harder im clutchin
your skill is counterfeited from a work of art
ill tell u the end cause i told u the start
ima die 90 years old from a crucifix to da heart
how else can this essence be extinguished
like a goal that i set my plan is distinguished
theres not too much that i see unclear
sept where im headed and which way ima steer
its like crooks or books?
am i keepin a job or join the mob?
takin things as they come holdin it down
how you should be holdin your tongue
got more lyrics and skill so i call you son
these thoughts must be waying a ton
talk about makin u fein ima bounce im done.
Lyrics by kas 1:17
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