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Post by ern on Apr 30, 2024 8:06:58 GMT -5
im surprised nobody said uncommon valor a vietnam story with RA the rugged man, usually that gets brought up right there with bomb atomically
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Post by oghh on Apr 30, 2024 17:15:35 GMT -5
I started running up in hips (hop) When no other gratification grips like pops As she rides on tops I slide up in MPC-3000 slots My double-density d**ks Behind the popper-stoppers emcees think they can rock (nope) You think not pop (right) I think so, stop (true) Cyclopes tunnel vision, [my clops(?)] erects Pro-Tool robots Flying faders, just let me f**k with the music and y'all stay stuck with the haters While I remain sucka free! A musician is a true player [puppedly(?)] up to kiss the mouthpiece Outreach, touch my instrument, deep throat my reed Plant my musical seed to breed, pure in the savage beast On the average streets, pornographic heat This n***a Myka on the mic, laugh at defeat Dyslexic math, anorexic wrath Decrepitly, intrepidly, you heavily pushing quick to an exit path From the virus, Osiris, sear us High me on iris, I'm in raw, beyond mere common law Why kneel on computer stool? Is Peter Norton your highness? Facilitating your utilities The sinus, dry-mucus membranes of a black hacker Wannabe keyboard cracker Looking for process speed Surfing junk food snacker Unearthing multidimensional possibilities I'm well respected and stand stern while you sing more fowler than Howard Hewlett-Packard IBM Mr. Macintosh A build power, a little coward we gonna do it, I'm a hardware jacker Apple hats, still flossin' Wallabees and cyber projects He's a software wacker I trash programs moved by these disk smugglers under BVDs They even keister DVDs It's all in the risk of a nonstop juggler Even within this computer era black man is still a struggler We all have are struggles and personal troubles, Hubble Telescopical, topical, tropical Optical bubbles get burst Every frame I put my knowledge first in this game and thirst My throat feels rather parched Arched doorways of my temple stiff as starch Stained glass window pane shades like for spectroscopy I'll march in side-by-side separation [be]for thy kingdom [be]comes a monarch And the Arc of the Covenant blast Pass all class for me I don't give a f**k about b***hes passin' me Gas me in chambers, chastity, famous as majesty Just to be trusted for tragedy Wack-a** can be Alaskan pipe-line Myka 9' loins flipping queens like coins for heads and tails in hell You settin' up web page, chain letter Check your email
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Post by buckthadevil on Apr 30, 2024 19:16:06 GMT -5
^ Cmon. That’s terrible.
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Post by AEOKQ on May 1, 2024 5:09:54 GMT -5
Something by Killah Priest, I think someone posted 4th Chamber.
Roc Marciano's verse on Think Differently.
I second Vast Aire on Iron Galaxy. Chilling.
So many dope verses in the history of hip hop, hard to choose.
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Post by AEOKQ on May 1, 2024 5:34:36 GMT -5
Aceyalone- The Balance, also an incredible 10/10 song.
Method Man on something, he has a few on Wu-Tang Forever that are outstanding. Sorry it is 3:35 am and I am posting from my bed/phone or else I would look them up haha.
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Post by buckthadevil on May 10, 2024 23:21:09 GMT -5
The theme song to The Sopranos Plays in the key of life on my mental piano Got a strange way of seeing life, like Stevie Wonder with beads under the do-rag Intuition is there, even when my vision's impaired, yeah Knowing I can go just switching a spare On the highway of life, n***a, it's sharp in my sight, oh! Keen senses ever since I was a teen on the benches Every time somebody like Ennis was mentioned I would turn green—me, being in the trenches Him, living adventurous, not worrying about expenditures I'm braving temperatures below zero, no hero No father figure; you gotta pardon a n***a But I'm starving, my n***as, and the weight loss in my figure Is starting to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver Watch it, my n***as; I'm trying to be calm but I'm gon' get richer Through any means with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my n***as Tattooed, so I carry on like I'm nonreligious Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures n***as say it's the dawn, but I'm superstitious s**t is as dark as it's been, nothing has gone as you predicted I move with biscuits, stop the heart of n***as acting too suspicious This is food for thought—you do the dishes!
It’s cool to hate Jay since Nas took his whole soul but god damn the man kicked some good rhymes.
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Post by buckthadevil on May 10, 2024 23:42:25 GMT -5
“I count on one finger” is so good.
Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' n***a P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger all y'all rap n***as that excite me Y'all n***as is trash rap - wanna fight me? You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly Y'all Little League n***as is soft balled they might be Spent too much time with wifey, come out to play With the hard-headed, Infamous song torture Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal There's no cure, for what my pen do neither Bring the fever, y'all n***as is the rap jesters While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin' now Move over bacon, time for sumthin meatier Your s**t's weak, your best song was mediocre f**kin’ penis, how dare you entertain the thought That you could come out to challenge me in blood talk? Take a walk jerk, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This is rap for real, somethin' you feel You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll But it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it
I swear there’s actually people in real life who dismiss this whole album like it wasn’t an absolute instant classic. It didn’t have the same Q tip drums and I’ll admit there was a lil cold water shock with the crispier sound, but this album was peak Prodigy. A little smarter than the albums before, but somehow even more gruesome.
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