Guest nene multiple assgasms Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 if I'm not workin or puttin work in I'm either wheelin and dealin or probably jerkin my (censored) yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions all destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight always get the dough first then everything else goes right at least that's what they say and who the fuck is they? make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian captains log supplemental the Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal on my cue photon torpedo oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito and so on for the street though smoke a pound of leak though I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show don't let the drama getcha in the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher in that order, man, woman ,son, daughter the beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance it's not a hobby, don't be sloppy doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery nobody supposed to get bodied...golly this shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably it's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm while workin' on new developments for the book bomb in one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg) BOW! look mom.. no hand studied black magic for years out in no man's land it's like a barbecue all swine cookout to fuck up they plans like a blind man look out cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it the same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit Norbert y'all better off goin corporate nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid it's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love like on top of the world loser keep it gully rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly it's why they brung V he still hungry and spit something thick on the mic like a lungie mind ya daughter she on line for the water to get lucky like when she found a quater kinda sorta remember me God, clean timbs with emery board? he only came to save the game like a memory card ooh shrewd, alot of crews is too rude and it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes he said 24-7 I be on call he use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall numbskulls.. get ta steppin they dumb dull and how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull cats be like what's wrong with your man black? biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax jeez and can't get no peace form blazin sword for the police robeast Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report and sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought you ain't know he sell hooks and choruses? they couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses it's like a friendly game of dodge ball oddball gaurd y'all, he played the garage wall with the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace and the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist you saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop it's too much wreck hops who next to get they neck chopped or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew they outta place, beats sounds like outer space with no time to waste he was audi.. without a trace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Squee Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 It's just me and Jack, the blac vagina finda. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
QBLA Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 I SPIT TROOF TO DA YOOF! I SAY "HEY YOOF, HERE'S THE TROOF! YALL BETTER START WEARIN' BULLET PROOF! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest beatfanatic Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 8waits for sini tot take over the thread* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JohnTqs Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 (edited) Sex is the reason that we all exist See the stars made love in primordial mist Way before the abyss, generated Genesis The endless kiss, when the Gods put they lips on the galaxy Stimulating universal energy Magically, sexually, life was spread rapidly Vasectomy to decimate the legacy is futile Whenever I write, I give life to a new child The music sound nubile I'm fit to have sex with rap, and probably procreate a new style Spermatazoa devoted to searching the biological ocean for controllin the ovum Further than Omega, flow goes extra Milelage, cause everything is sex & violence Jet for seclusion and refuge in choosin The best loops avoided Lex Coupes and toys and Techs and tools that infect the school systems Paint new rhythms like Picasso usin Cubism New prisms for your eyesight to explore My life's with Adam & Eve and the sex four Connect your rhymes with minds like an amoeba We could either follow the leader or follow procedures Either eat it before you secrete a seed in between her Or leave her screamin fiendin beneath her to please her deeper So many ways to sex it, with amazing methods I never paid to get it, I was made to wreck it I ain't afraid to bless it, cause I slay protected On stage I'm nekkid, the way I was created (Check it!) At a show capacity was two hundred forty Did it to the crowd it was a new sorta orgy Them other brothers before me approached it kind of corny So I when I grabbed a shorty yo she wasn't even war for me That made me more horny, I like a challenge so Started to alter the definition of a talent show I knocked it off like a gallon pro Hit it and switched positions Lovin this mic, got a rich tradition Yeah the baddest of the best was affectionate Romance and bodily kisses before sexin it Slow dance and pay for the meal, just like a gentleman Treat her like a lady, hold the door before you let her in Mental medicine, pencillin for whatever villian infected the mic With metaphysics with syphillus in it Cynical critics script it as if I ain't fuckin it right But all they do is masturbate, they never was touchin the mic Bust it and slide man, that ain't my style Get permission before stickin and stay a while When you hit it it was rape, plus you spit in her face Talkin shit in the place like youse addicted to base With upliftment, patience is passe to rapmade Sing like an usspay that stinks like an ashtray On this microphone better watch what that ass say So everybody don't catch AIDS, in the last days Be careful with this shit! Edited April 3, 2009 by JohnTqs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest all_purpose_sandpaper Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 "halfsharkalligatorhalfman..half man half shark" oh that has a Brian Doyle Murray soundbite in it. A good line. NSFW full of swears : "Yo motherfucker What the fuck you lookin' at Yo, get out my motherfuckin' face right now Yo man, trip this I was out on the ave man This dude wouldn't let me roll So I pulled out my mother fuckin' nine And I SMOKED HIS ASS Woke up, didn't choke up Saw my AK, it was broke up Put it together like a jigsaw Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush Yo, who the fuck used my toothbrush Went to my sister's room, yo bitch, wake up You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh Kick her in the pussy and punched her in the eye Slapped her in the head, stepped on the cord Don't fuck with my bitch, word is born Went downstairs to eat wit my folks Ma, you broke the fuckin' egg yoke Punch her in the chest, it got on her cheek Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull AK y'all shot the bitch in the temple Pop got mad 'cause mom got licked I didn't give a fuck so I shot him in the dick Hungary as fuck, said my grace Pop kept screamin' so I shot him in the face Ate my food, found my coat Mailman came so I cut his mother fuckin' throat Waitin' for the mother fuckin' school bus" hahaha that cracks me up good Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sinicalypse Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 "i am a nightware walking psychopath stalking natalie portman with a blank tape in my walkman" - sage francis on the non-prophets shit. non-prophets being his straightup boombap hiphop stuff, as opposed to his "emo" standard shit "cuz i'm sick of this shit... i'm about to have a fit split your head and kick your bitch in the tits" - del "we could both sex have with dictionaries but you couldn't come to terms with me" - robust "you fuck a rhyme scheme when there's sublime weed besides me, there's a puff of smoke behind me finally "damn it's getting hard to breathe.... but if i've got one breath left, i'll suck wind from the valley of death" - pharoahe monch "haters take the back we stay up front like handicapped parking" - redman in fact redman is prolly the best rapper in terms of one-liners "yo funk doc's on a tear, jumpin out a plane 15,000 feet in the air like "where?!" ' - redman "i'll fuck bitches from madonna all the way down to smurfette" - redman more coming as i can remember them oh yeah and the hook from one of his memorable songs "if you see a bag of weed on the ground nigga whatch00 gonna do?!@ (pick it up! pick it up!)" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sinicalypse Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 "huge pair of balls even cool under a parasol... paramount to my era like sara vaughn" - lyrics born "lyrically you con't compare to me in any contest, it's like a stealth bomber up against a hyundai accent ............." - lyrics born (same song, but later on with the context being comparisons between two things that are drastically apart in quality, as that's how you compare to LB "nell carter up against karen carpenter.... topless!" eh fuck it, i'll just dump the lyrics to that song by lyrics born called "i'm just raw" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest glasse Posted April 3, 2009 Share Posted April 3, 2009 » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... « You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck Then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe Your nine spray my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang I'm a true master you can check my credentials Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive Origin is unknown like the Jubas I've accumulated honies all across the map Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state Stagnate nonsense but if you persist You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten Have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw] I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw Made frauds bleed every time I g'd Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed Pseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs Inhale the putrified aroma Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma- tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks When the East is in the house you should come equipped Fly like a jet sting like a hornet Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke With styles more fatal than second hand smoke Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center Come with the super trooper on his assault mission The tech's technique cuz he's a technician Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you And you don't got your crew Pull your glock but you don't got the heart You was webbed straight from the start Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it Just for frontin you got that ass waxed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sinicalypse Posted August 12, 2009 Share Posted August 12, 2009 'It drops deep as it does on my breath, I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death, Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined, I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind'. Nas obviously, any challengers? are you retarded? where to start... Artist: Organized Konfusion Album: Organized Konfusion Song: Releasing Hypnotical Gases Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Pharoahe Monch] As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm descending in helicopters -- in a village raid Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade I'm highly intoxicating your mind -- when I'm operating on cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle Thereby destroying the entire food supply that's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies It's ironic, when a demonic, government utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran cause I couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain {oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it nitrogen levels.. check it} [Pharoahe Monch] I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand into dimensions to unlock new doorways And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game enabling me to advance in wisdom Words will exist like vampires No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be subject to global warming, formless oval Millions of locusts swarming Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain The triggering mechanism from which I strike sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes Your optics will not be able to detect the deadly hypnotical gases Damn it's hard to breathe!!! But if I got one breath left; I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come from the slums of earth to center I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell Walkin through the doorways of Heaven -- or is this Hell? {The time is now.. right now.} {This is the hour, this is the new dawn! This is the new day.} Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
perunamuusi Posted August 12, 2009 Share Posted August 12, 2009 phi life cypher "abc" I'm advocating alphabetic assaults on a mans amazement absorbing any amount of attacks from any assailant assassinating adversaries amputating their arms and astronomic amounts of amateurs up in my abattoir I blast your brain with bazooka type ballistics breaking bones Beat you like Bruce lee with big bats or badboy black boy busting bushido I battle battalions with a baseball bat beat their bumberarse with the breathtaking bulletproof bubble burst in a block busting broadcast braveheart buffalo soldier with another bible basher burning like a blazing bonfire I'll bludgeon and bodybag you I make curiosity kill the cat then creep just like a cougar Cripple your coalition with critical cool maneuvers Crack your cranium with a crowbar Captivating you with my coma, Causing a cataclysmic impact like a cobra Dusk till dawn I deliver a deadly dose of dark dialect Destroy like delahoy with dynamic dialogue that dissects Discipline disciple with dramatic dynamic displays Desert storm and disrespect distress your DNA Download your disc drive decipher decode and demolish your data Dazzle you with death defying deliveries Too dark for Darth Vader Evidently excellency engulfs my entire entity Mcs evacuate when I make my entry It's elementary I'm eradicating my enemies with ease Exaggerating emotions with an overdose of Es I'm the futuristic fist of fury fabulous freestyle fashion Faster than a Ferrari F1 my faculties you couldn't fathom My fiery ferocious force like forest fires flash floods and freakstorms Fantastic like the four I fortune tell and verbally freefall I grind you down to a gradual granual when I be grafting My graphical gamma grammar be leaving you niggers gasping With more grip than a Goodyear when I shift gear with the gift here Goodness gracious the greatest galactic rappers have stood here I hypnotize a hypnotist giving a hologram hallucinations Plus my heat seeking high explosive hip-hop causes hyper-ventilation Intervening like intravenous injections inside your intestines Interesting like an inquest and leave you impressed and I and I is instantaning your simpusle is impaling yo insert it in my ears and my ism start inhaling yo. From ju-jitsu to judo I put your jugular in jeopardy Jab like Joes junior to the jaw I make you jerk and jump like jet-li I'm killing the Ku Klux Klan round some ka kani khakis Kung-fu kicking your kidneys and then I'm caning your car keys. Keep a kalashnikov in a karan inside my kitbag Kidnapping and craning the KGB and make you kick back Most laser guided literature it literally makes you lose limbs Left in the land of the lasra larynx lapped down in my labyrinth I leave a legendary legacy as a legitimate lyrical lyricist I defy levitation laws my lateral thinking leaves you lyric less My miraculous murder methods are madness I'm causing malice With a mind of a million mathematicians I murder masses Masquerading mayhem in your manor like Mafiosos Maxing from Montreal to Manhattan like Motorola's I'm nasty like Nas naughty by nature but never say never Navigate at night I'm the narcotic nuclear nemesis making you nosedive I obliterate my opponents with an ordeal of oral onslaughts Your overwrought with an oratorical orgy when I'm on course I'm in and out of the ordinary ordinance from my orifice I'm out of order with orders to boot you out of your offices I'm a paranormal paradox portraying pyrotechnic prophecy Panoramic philosophies like pharaohs and pyramid properties I paralyze a parasite with pen and paper perception The power of a Porsche at performing phenomenal perfection Don't query our quest or question my quadrophonics I'm quicker than Audi Quatros with quality supersonics Highly qualified quotes will leave ya hung drawn and quartered And queens lyrically captured be catching the quarantine I'm a rampant radical renegade who'll rapidly rupture your ribcage Rip up your rastclart like a rabid rottweiler on the rampage I reckon my rawriding riddims will give the risible rheumatism Representing reality rhymes we need some righteous realism Suffering suckatash I stash a smash and snatch a stash I'm spitting science or sharpen decieving shaving your stash Schizophrenic schematics we're static and cypher stuns And super sporadic savages scavenge around my sermon My triple tongue tied technique attain the turbulence of a typhoon With torpedo trajectory I titanically testify me tune With a thunderous thesis I think with a thousand tortuous thoughts With the tortion of a tornado I travel like a tomahawk I make time warp when I talk like a telekinetic taskforce Travelling in a time machine towards the twilight zone when I'm on tour I'm an undefeated, unseeded lyrical ultra-sonical wheat kid With the universal dispersal rehearsals don't mean I need it I natural unilateral Phi-Life remain the uncatchable With magical mindchart minds and limbs that are un-detachable My vocal volcanic verses cause invisible vacuum vortex My visceral vocabulary Venomous viper vigilante vapourising your vibe Verbally I'll murder thee and vocally vandalise I walk from Wales to Washington D.C on the warpath of an MC We're surfing the world wide web and nobody is willing to - we We're causing the worst water works to the worlds wackest of wordsworth The wickedist wizard in time with the vines time in Wandsworth I went to the X games with my ex-girl in an extra-large T-shirt Cos I'm an extremist and no-one can play the xylophone with my penis Rising like yeast this verbal beast is big just like a yeti Yoga floating my boat and leave it tangled just like spaghetti Yanking your ladies yashmak stabbing your back like Yitsak Shaggy just like a yak when attacking you with my shitsack From Zambia to Zanzibar this zany Zulu from Zen will Cross the Zodiac when lyrics are zooming like a lens Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sinicalypse Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 (edited) um dude, that song was done before. long ago. like 1998. edit: this was done on a cut chemist beat that gets faster and faster as the song goes on until it's damn near drum and bass at the end. Artist: Blackalicous Album: A2G EP Song: Alphabet Aerobics Typed by: mbfamily@erols.com (Now it's time for our wrap up Let's give it everything we've got Ready? Begin) Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing Analytically, I assault, animate things Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding Casually create catastrophes, casualties Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low Eatin other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics Gift got great global goods gone glorious Gettin godly in his game with the goriest Hit em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints Justly, it's just me, writin my journals Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type brits in my kingdom Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery My mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation, opposition, off, not optional Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh Really raw raps, risin up rapidly Riding the rushing radioactivity Super scientifical sound search sought Silencing super fire saps that are soft Tales ten times talented, too tough Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched Unadulterated, the raw uncut Verb vice lord victorious valid Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished ? well would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters, and xylophone tones Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?) Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!.... (good....can you say it faster?) Edited August 13, 2009 by sinicalypse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YEK Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 i don't mean to brag i don't need to boast, but i'm intercontinental when i eat french toast -beastie boys Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oyster Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 I'm rappin' all day and I'm rappin' all night, I rap to the beat and I wrap it up tight. I rap in the mornin' and I rap 'till I'm done, 'cause everyone knows that I'm number one. I'm rappin' I'm rappin' I'm rappitty rappin', I'm rap rap rap rap rap rap rappin'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
david Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 I'm rappin' all day and I'm rappin' all night, I rap to the beat and I wrap it up tight. I rap in the mornin' and I rap 'till I'm done, 'cause everyone knows that I'm number one. I'm rappin' I'm rappin' I'm rappitty rappin', I'm rap rap rap rap rap rap rappin'. brilliance, who by? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Iain C Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 um dude, that song was done before. long ago. like 1998. edit: this was done on a cut chemist beat that gets faster and faster as the song goes on until it's damn near drum and bass at the end. Artist: Blackalicous Album: A2G EP Song: Alphabet Aerobics Typed by: mbfamily@erols.com (Now it's time for our wrap up Let's give it everything we've got Ready? Begin) Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing Analytically, I assault, animate things Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding Casually create catastrophes, casualties Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low Eatin other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics Gift got great global goods gone glorious Gettin godly in his game with the goriest Hit em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints Justly, it's just me, writin my journals Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type brits in my kingdom Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery My mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation, opposition, off, not optional Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh Really raw raps, risin up rapidly Riding the rushing radioactivity Super scientifical sound search sought Silencing super fire saps that are soft Tales ten times talented, too tough Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched Unadulterated, the raw uncut Verb vice lord victorious valid Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished ? well would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters, and xylophone tones Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?) Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!.... (good....can you say it faster?) I remember hearing this a few years ago, pretty "sick"! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jeremymacgregor87 Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 Some Kool Keith: This is the real dinosaur funk which permitted G-Funk to play anally through the trunk A&R's will go crazy tryin to find someone to duplicate Dr. Octagon Yo chief administrator, suck my oil Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doodoo? Smear purple flies on your forehead Spit in your salad, vomit on your brother's breakfast Take your ass outside, burn your mother's house Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground mc's Tryin to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one g How dare you try to insult me? I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with prodigy and some MF Doom For being a drunken lush, and bad as hell Read the charge and thunk, sunk in in a plush padded cell then later I started punchin once I saw son lungin He had me put on punishment for eating the last Munchkin So now they got me down here near the dungeon Nurses all arguin' over who's to do the spongin And basically everything Madlib writes Haha I love "Octagonecologist", my personal favorite: "Earth People" - Dr Octagon (Kool Keith) First patient - pull out the skull, remove the cancer, breakin' its back, chisel necks for the answer. Supersonic, bionic, robot voodoo-power, Equator "X", my chance to flex, skills on Ampex. With power-needles and heaters - guage anti-freeze, octagon oxygen illumilum intoxicants, More ways that blow blood-cells in your face, react with four bombs and six fire-missiles Armed with 7 rounds of Space DooDoo-Pistols You may not believe; living on the earth planet My skin is green and silver, forehead lookin' mean Astronauts get played - tough like the ukelele As I'm movin' rockets, overriding levels nothing's aware; same data, same system < Controlled by Gamma-light > Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Now my helmet's on - you can't tell me I'm not in space with the national guard United States Enterprise Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet, comin' down a ramp part through beam on the street Obsolete computes compounds and dead sounds, as I locate intrakilly independent, Economic vomit got saved, restore food, And capsule "D" - my program is ability, far reaction in response to a no one, Identification code: Unidentified I got cosmophonic press a button, change my face You recognize - so what?! - I turned invisible, make myself clear; reappear to you visual Disappear again "Zap!" like an android, Face the fact - I fly on planets everyday My nucleus repaired, I return again My 7XL is not yet invented Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter < Controlled by Gamma-light > Space ranger, contact two sendin' fed-ex, I program one and go to earth through the fax machine My 7-0-9-7-5-5-6-E-L-3 computer file 9-3 Digital level, standing on the terminal, Upside down through polygons fighting pentagons, Changin' blue skin my brown color's coming back, I'm psychedelic this time, comin' rainbow, Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow, 5 colors: Yellow Black and Red and Green - Purple Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People - I was born on Jupiter ___________ a little different, but "Girls Want You" is rather good too: Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you Girl want you to suck them tits, they want you Women wanna suck you They don't tell you, they wanna fuck you Some move and duck you I sometime watch em, they curse me out I say fuck you I never pay for shit, breakfast take em to get eggs and girls talk around the pussy Stare at the tits, they kill a lot a niggaz money Ugly and rich, you gotta fuck em in the ass, they like it a lot I piss on their hot spot She'll be late, every movie shit in the hotel quick Dip inside her heart she wanna suck your dick Get her ass licked Play hopscotch, look at her look at your watch Make sure its late sucka, stick your hand in her ass motherfucker Move fast motherfucker Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you Girl want you to suck them tits, they want you Look at the stars, they wanna be naked, doggystyle with they ass out They dream of naked photos, ready to pass out You gotta pull your dick out at the restaurant in front of they aunt And jerk off with your balls smackin the windows of the Mitsubishi Galant Women are hot, like motherfuckin bananas in they ass Is that what they want? Never say pussy or cunt, take em out to lunch Pull the thong to the side, at brunch Show her your pubic hair, dress up ill Decorate your nuts with Captain Crunch Tell her easy on the genitals, give her two minutes Tell her Captain Munch Pull your zipper up fast, bend over and look over her ass Wear a baseball jersey, lick her asshole with a catcher's mask Perform with weed and liquor, some people prefer hash Put on a condom, stick your celery sticks in her gash Anally I stick it, marshmallows and lemonheads in they ass Nothin simple, Ginuwine slow with Dru Hill, the right tempo Fuck goin to dinner and shit, sittin at a table, rent a porno movie Yo with Rocco Siffredi, fuckin top models cum on they navel Lean your woman up against the sanitation truck Fuck with 18 balls on the pool table (18 balls on the pool table) Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you Girl want you to suck them tits, they want you Increase with the golden showers surprise there's nothing more than A pretty woman wantin sexy men to piss in her eyes Fuck you standard gentleman nigga, you fuck it up for the real guys Big jeans don't matter, you gotta fuck in the bathroom with robes Cum all between her ass cheeks With the suits and ties, take a break for ginseng Feed the dimepiece, give her some TV dinners Share your French fries Be honest in your underwear, never tell her lies Cuz she's wet already, all freaks love to smell your scrotum It's no surprise Strawberry cakes, cover the panties with milkshakes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jeremymacgregor87 Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 yes it is Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jeremymacgregor87 Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 is that last one from sex style? Wait no it's not! oops. It's from The Lost Masters, Vol 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chenGOD Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 I don't care what Keith says, Octagon is still by far the best thing he's done IMO. I've heard some of his other stuff and to me it just never hits the same spot. The first record Dr. Octagonecologyst is fucking on point, untouchable really. The second one hardly counts as Dr.Octagon release. Kool Keith - Black Elvis almost as good. Dr. Dooom both albums are fucking solid, great shit. I gotta give it lsightly to Dr. Dooom but Blue Flowers and Girl Let Me Touch You There are probably my two favorite tracks... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehauntingsoul Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 Psycho female blowin up the phone line you need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time I've been slammed with some bad luck soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck buck and now you duck duck goose I'm lettin' loose with the thirty odd freestyle labeled hostile by my profile must be all the madness you and all your tactics jonesin for my cash got to make them pockets super phat hey I'm a humble man kicking out the jams like a tramp I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business what's with all the business I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage stay away from all the bros. in my band and all the fans and all my friends is when the cash is coming in or i'll be slammin them balls to the wall with the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all no 9 to 5, I'll still survive I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ that's all we need another bad seed planted on this earth motivated by greed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chenGOD Posted August 14, 2009 Share Posted August 14, 2009 ODB: Solid tone smith with 6th shots, lick shots Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots Ghostface Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back is now a gorilla Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman Destroying her pretty image and her health Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching Method Man Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please I black that eye like peas, you better freeze in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack Raekwon I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun Sombody else do the rest of the clan.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Guest beatfanatic Posted August 14, 2009 Share Posted August 14, 2009 do people actually read all these lyrics on this thread ?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
perunamuusi Posted August 14, 2009 Share Posted August 14, 2009 do people actually read all these lyrics on this thread ?? no . it's just a place for white people to flex their black-music-credibility muscles Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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