I dont smoke sticks but I smoke the sticky dream, from my mouth to my ring all you see is bling bling.
I always liked this one: what ya see Dee, what ya see Dee? Ball Headed Hooooo's Give that Horse his hair back
2Pac Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...
The first one from the *masters I heard, circa '87 Don't Believe The Hype Back Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing - check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend, guardian I'm not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes Was the start of my last jam So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something That we knew you lacked They still consider me a new jack All the critics you can hang'em I'll hold the rope But they hope to the pope And pray it ain't dope The follower of Farrakhan Don't tell me that you understand Until you hear the man The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of 'ya A rap burgler, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype... Don't believe the hype - its a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox Leader of the new school, uncool Never played the fool, just made the rules Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a timebomb In the daytime the radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos Then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that Some media is the whack You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say don't believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'Cause I've had it I'm not an addict fiendin' for static I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it No, you can't have it back silly rabbit I'm going' to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show Yo Griff, get the green black red and Gold down countdown to Armageddon -88 you wait the S1Ws will Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard Some sau I'm negative But they're not positive But what I got to give... The media says this *P.E.
"They all wanna come back Cuz they know wit' Willie-D it ain't gonna be none-o' that Wam-bam-thank-ya-ma'am an' hit the tub, I don't have sex baby I make luuuuv" -Willie D, "Clean Up Man" "Girls pee-pee when they see me." -Biggie Smalls, "One More Chance" "Back in sixties our brothas and sistas were hanged, How could you g*ngbang? I neva-evah ran from the Ku-Klux Klan, So I shouldn't have to run from a black man, cuz that's...."
18 years, 18 years And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his? lil kim... (Ay yo, come on here b****) ***** **** YOU (No, **** YOU b****) Who you talking to? (Why you actin' like a b****?) Cause y'all *****s ain't **** And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to **** my **** above the law... Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times ***** can be ****ing with other *****'s ****, but they can’t be ****ing with mine ice cube... People wanna know how come I gotta gat and Im lookin out the window like malcolm Ready to bring that noise Kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boys April 29th was power to the people And we might just see a sequel Cos police got equal pay A horse is a pig that dont fly straight
know of a place not too far away That maybe you and I can both go someday But I gotta make sure cause I ain't tryin' to stay here Don't y'all realize that the end is so near But don't have fear cause you still got time I hope you wanna come when I'm done with the rhyme Let me explain so you won't claim you didn't know And you can make sure that this is where you wanna go It's all about preparing yourself for the return And a trip to your soul is the only way you'll learn But if you choose not to go that ain't my concern I guess in hell you'll just have to burn The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it They tell you that my Lord ain't coming' back and you believe it Regardless if you listen to me In the end we'll see... -- C-Lo -- Good Mob
People Under the Stairs When the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops, Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.
what happened to PUTS? they absolutley blow. not sure if someone posted it yet, I don't feel like reading 6 pages to find out. 'I'll kill you, commit suicide, then kill you again'
"take me away like i overdosed on cocaine, take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain, suicide." My Life- The Game
sorry, it was bothering me. Hey, he had a whole lot of cheese plus he was a mac, had a whole lot of steez Made a lot of n***as fat, gave a whole lot of G's grams, man he had a whole lot of these Lupe ---gotta eat
"But I'ma take her back hopin this **** stops...because who I'm talking about ya'll is hip hop..." Common Probably the greatest hip-hop song of all time.
Do you ever sit back and get a little too high, start thinking what happens to you when you die? Does your soul rest where your coffin is, or is death just a metamorphosis? Does life go on in the mental form, If we live a good life will we get reborn? Is it a heaven or we trapped in hell? Where do we go from here, nobody came back to tell. If we reincarnated or perish in time, could you shine when darkness inherits your mind? And your eyes closed for good, you out the galaxy now, Is this subconscious dream my reality now? Listen to brain, with no physical frame, Could we return to the hood on a spiritual plane? Ask yourself, "If I pass tonight, Am I prepared for what's after life? - Rakim "There's smoke in my iris, But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids" - Aesop Rock
