ITT: Say your favorite rap lyric without using the "N-word"
ITT: Say your favorite rap lyric without using the "N-word"
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"Every [brotha] is a star"
Nigger.
Now I'm contemplating in my bedroom, pacin'
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin'
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking or even getting high
Cause all that's gonna do really is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able to withstand some more
But I'm sweating though, my eyes are turning red, and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind, but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife and take the bullets out my 9
My only crime was that I'm too damn kind
...
Life's a bitch and then you die
Is that you DJ jizz
Gang Starr is so underrated
tell my man shut up!
Oprah
Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
That we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddily
gang starr is not underrated. its basically a staple and is very highly praised. If anything guru is over rated because of gang starr. guru never performed as well as he did on those gangstarr albums, his solo stuff was pretty average.
Live or die, I’d rather take the latter route
Take the ladder route
Rope around my neck and kick the ladder out
i'm flyer than a stewardess
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer
MERLYN
Live or die, I’d rather take the latter route
Take the ladder route
Rope around my neck and kick the ladder out
There’s no need to drag it out
Oh shit I didn’t see your comment
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe.
Spiritual
Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy
Lifeless
To those the definition for what life is
Priceless
To you because I put you on the high shit
You like it?
Gun smokin' righteous with one toke
You're psychic among those
Possess you with one go
I've got the nasty in my taxi
You need a lift?
You can sit between the back seat and my dick
true
FUCKIN RIDICULOUS
Honestly, my number one policy is quality
Never sell my soul is my philosophy
High velocity, lyrics like Nostrodamus makin' prophecy
I told you cats a long time ago it ain't no stoppin' me
I bomb your set: that's not a threat, it's a promise
Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish
But still I never claim to be a big rap star
Cause no matter who you are, it's still Allahu Akbar
Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this
I'm bad to the bone but X-rays can't even see this
See I'm strategic, I letcha money talk, bullshit walk
While I keep it rollin' like paraplegics
Whoever's on the microphone, let it be known
You in danger, I got next like the Boston Strangler
You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this
And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this
Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is
Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music
You make elevator music
That's why he bring his own needles, and get more cheese than doritos, fritos, or cheetos
"Err-eh-err-eh": onomatopoeia
Now if I fuck this model and she just bleached her asshole
And I get bleach on my T-shirt, I'mma feel like an asshole
is this Canadian? Route doesn't rhyme with out.
light, dark, faux, real
rich, poor, house, field
still, still
>sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches
>to make sure I keep up with my competition
Special is as special does
You aren't special just because
Yes, your mother said you was
That's pretty much what mothers does
It's 100 neighbors, 100 players
I'm rap fiend neighbor, a hoodlum neighbor
Shooting rum straight, neighbor
Get my gun straight, neighbor
Find the golden gate bridge, bitch
This neighbor's on some good shit
Knowin ain't half the battle thats a bullshit quip written by some asshole
or
I'm a tax write-off, I signed a deal with no exit clause
My label's like Ms. Santa Clause on menopause, so I'm banging on padded walls
So I'm trying to make hits, but I keep hitting pop flys
I don't eat out any more, I thaw chicken pot pies
But I used to be in the list of the top five
Fresh hip-hop guys
ah fuck, you lost
poo scoop bloop hoop droop fritos
I SENT THIS BITCH A PICTURE OF MY DICK
>Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life
>While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight
>FUCK NIGGERS I HATE THEM!!!!!!!!
damn...
I'm 200%
Why do police hate?
They hate us cause our dicks is bigga
Why you call yourself a?
Cause I'm a motherfucking!
Why you drink so much beer?
I don't drink beer, I drink malt liquor
Cause I'm a!
I'm a motherfuckin' man, I ain't on that African-American shit
Fuck that I'm a, I ain't mixed, I'm a,
N-I-G-G-A, you already know
Why you eat so much chicken?
Why won't you make it in my kitchen?
Why you call them hoes bitches?
Cause them hoes is bitches!
Why you stay in the hood?
Cause I don't like livin' by peckerwoods
Why you ain't got no job?
Seven dollars an hour won't feed me dog
Why yo pants gotta sag?
Cause hand-me-downs downs is all a has!
Why you scared to go to court?
Cause the judge look just like that put our ass on the boat and made me a
"I'm 45th generation Roman"
youtube.com
Get back muhfucka you don't know me like dat
ROBUST PERSONIFIED TASTE
DISHONORED ON A HIDE LIKE THE HOMICIDE RATES
WAIT
IT'S GOOD FOR THE ECONOMY BUT BAD FOR THE ANATOMY
SAD TO SAY IT HAPPENS COMMONLY
CRAP LEADS TO FAILED HAPPILY EVER AFTER
FORGET THE LAUGHTER
JUST CRIED
MUST I LET THE RAPTURE JUSTIFY MY ACTIONS PACKED
CLOSING THE CAPTIONS
FLIPPING FLOWS WITH A PASSION YOU CAN'T IMAGINE I CHOSE
SUPPOSE I FIT THE PROSE IN A FASHION THAT'S FULLY EXPOSED NOW PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES
I AROSE SILENT
LIKE A ROSE THAT GROWS AMONGST THE VIOLENCE AND PLAY POSSUM
WATCHING MY BLADE BLOSSOM
STAYING DOCILE TO THE HOSTILE EUPHEMISMS
YESTERDAY'S FOSSIL BEAUTIFULLY SEDUCING RHYTHMS IN A VOCAL BOOTH
POOF
PLOOF
IT'S EUPHONY
I TOLD THE TRUTH
GET USED TO ME
It’s a lil ugly mane lyric. Route can be pronounced rout or root.
I'm not black i'm OJ...
...ok
Most of Gangsta's Paradise
The song, not the album
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anaesthesias
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings
I ain't helpin' you climb the ladder. I'm too busy climbing mine. That's how it's been since the dawn of time.
I'm from washington state and everyone I know, including myself, says route like out.
and no I don't say "oot" or "root"
I am the coldest speakin', you are a ho that's decent
Lookin' to hold and squeeze, and I'm schemin' on dome and peacin'
Back to the olive garden, breaded like Paul McCartney
Beatle, and every time you see him know the armor sparkly
GNAW dog, he barking potty mouth, it's probably cotton
Closet full of army fatigue buckets and dirty Kostons
Flirtin' with the blunt before I lick it
She fillin' out her curves and she can serve as an apprentice
Rolling blunts, rollin' sleeves when I dirty up the ditches
And never servin' dick the week she finishes her sentence
GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG
>Pronouncing it ROWT Sixty Six
Come on now.
Is this him
SENT YA BITCH A DIC PIC AND NOW SHE NEED GLASSES
I'm 100%
THIS DICK AINT FREEEE
LOL what? Are you new to hip-hop?