I got that "I don't give a Bleep" in me, it's stuck in me
that's how I advantage over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty
We too gritty, like Sanford and Son
Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on.

-------------prodigy- family-nas ft mobb deep.


You should idolize NaS in the flesh
Don't wait til I'm dead, to say I was the best, no doubt
----------------NAS - FAMILY.

Craig Mack and BIG
Flava in ya ear

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,

Bleep a fair one, I get mines the fast way,
The ski mask way,

Ransom notes,
Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote,
more guns than roses,
Foes is,
shaking in their boots,
Invisible bullies like The Gooch,
Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me,
Take them rhymes back to the factory,
I see,
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics,
The shit is depressing, pathetic, please forget it,
You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
Don't be mad, UPS is hiring,
You shoulda been a cop, Bleep hip-hop,
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,
Pack the gat a lot,
The flav's bout to drop uhh,
CRAIG MACK'S VERSE

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH here comes the Mack!

Word up don't rap no crap you bore me,
Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me,
I'm straight that great plus the heads straighten dreads,
I'm everlasting like the toe on Pro Keds,
A tech nine,
When I rhyme,
Plus I climb,
Word is bind,
You're album couldn't Bleep with one line,
It's been three years since you last hear,
But now I reappear your heart pumps fear,
To your gut,
Did your girl's butt,
I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut,
I smash teeth,
Bleep your beef,
No relief,
I step on stage girls scream like I'm Keith,
You won't be around next year,
My rap's too severe,
Kicking mad flava in ya ear,

Rappers be acting like they tougher than they really is, so i sit them in Will's Chair(wheelchairs) like Jada Pinkett Kids -------------papooose

'll have you looking at defeat(the feet) like your a foot doctor , papooose LMAO

u and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs
fight in the ring or buy ringside seats
either you like beef or you like to spectate
give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say
we touch em and we come out tussling
the ghetto is my garden of eden
so I keep bobbing and weaving
it's intense so I'm hardly breathing
KO, and the winner is NaS, that's how the scene ends.

----------NaS-- Film.


i think i'm about help u niggaz out and write a 'this is how u spit book'
rap for dummies, money take a quick look, i run shit nigga,this big crook.
i lay down the law and order, if u dont like it suck my D!ck Wolf.
who is Dick Wolf?
he created Law and Order.

Crooked I- hiphop weekly # 34.




i need therapy , my minds' traumatized.
for 99 percent of my rhymes, i apologise
i graduated from the school of lyrical homicide
got my Rakim degree
i'm him modernized.

crooked I- hiphop weekely # 35.

Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap/ But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black."

Jay-Z/Blueprint 3 Intro

Without your fingers in my toilet,You feelin my shit ----------Mode9
My wordplay,Off the hook,Like a very lucky fish
To have a copy of my ish,is every disc jockey's wish----------Mode9
Step forward and sleep 4 ward in a hospital-------------------Mode9
I have no elastic limit,I won't yield(elasticity in Physics)-----Mode9

When i diss a-baba, its not Ethiopia, you gat intellect myopia,
Mode9

No pen no pad im mentally typin this/
im bigger than the chairman no hypin it/
no Heineken on the table me n ma crew we Moetin
a Pro with the Prose so eloquent lyrically Poeting
lifting n coping the Chics like im runnin a Poultry- dAvenchy-Overkillin' rmx

oNe

DBR:

No pen no pad im mentally typin this/
im bigger than the chairman no hypin it/
no Heineken on the table me n ma crew we Moetin
a Pro with the Prose so eloquent lyrically Poeting
lifting n coping the Chics like im runnin a Poultry-   dAvenchy-Overkillin' rmx

oNe

Seems lik u d only who knows dAvenchy. . . .googled and found a she on Myspace. . . ,  na im bdat? any link?

I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark fossils
Make it impossible to find you
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules. . . . . . .Canibus

I manipulate the metaphysical power
To hold my breath for half an hour
Continuously breathin outward
You ain't an MC you a coward
I make wack rappers lose control of they bladders
And piss in they trousers. . . . . . .Canibus(Doomsday News)

oldienal:

When i diss a-baba, its not Ethiopia, you gat intellect myopia,
Mode9

Pleasssssssssseeeeee . . . that is wack abeg

next . . . .

chamotex:

Pleasssssssssseeeeee . . . that is wack abeg

next . . . .

Hop ya a$$ out that S Class,
lay back in the Maybach roll the best grass. . i ask
have you in ur long legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
look but dont touch muthafucker think twice
cos the gat that i clutch gotta a lil red light, need a lite. . .

Lalala(Excuse me again) - Jay Z

. . .dealing with a young black male/ tryin to stack mail and then stay away from these packed jails/ I told the judge I'm in danger/ and thats why I had that .45 with one in the chamber/ - 2pac

"Your train of thought is

still boarding at the station."

- Calvin or Hobbes?

I wasn't born mean I was pushed to treachery
I walk the streets looking for some pus' to fetch me
I'm like a veggie brainless turned to mush I'm edgy. . . .
Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie.
If he don't give me Kim things could get messy
So pass that ass to me lemme squish the left cheek
And press against the right one till it's smooshed against me. . . . .(Eminem freestyle)

Dont hate me, hate me Nicky Barnes for hitting my mom
letting the condom pop, nigga i was born in a drop.


Bad boys- Shyne

"When i go hard on a rhyme i shine like lip gloss, you just pissed off cos your d***'s small and the condom slipped off" casidy

"You number 1? then im negative 2, basically ni**a that means im still better than you, basic mathematics the verbal mechanics of rhymin" Cannabis

“D.O.A.?” No!
T-Pain stays, old n-gga goes The game

And last but not least, peace to M.I.A., ’cause the Roc ’bout to be MIA. No one on the corner got a swagger like you, ’cause no one on the f*ckin’ corner is 42. The game

am at war wit d devil mc/am milkin d game til it milks enough sheddar me/am hotter than f degree/u all get vaporized standin next to me by mode9~thats d thing am stacking u little punks in a pile/most of u all couldnt freestyl b4 8mile by mode 9-thats d thing [color=][/color]

am at war wit d devil mc/am milkin d game til it milks enough sheddar me/am hotter than f degree/u all get vaporized standin next to me by mode9~thats d thing am stacking u little punks in a pile/most of u all couldnt freestyl b4 8mile by mode 9-thats d thing [color=][/color]

the bank yells mayday/cos evryday is a payday/i put it on tape n sell it lyk retail/bt nt at d store,str8 to buyer/cos i smuggle out my trunk lyk d dc snipper/n six albums later/u deposit evry word/til ur memory bank gives me d credit i deserve.top 5,damn ryt,bt really jst give me 3 of ur 5,too scared to Bleep wiv me.so i can i advance/if u dont offer no opponents/how can u c d future if u livin 4 moment/hiphop didnt die,i never offered my condolence/bt i offer u'all a day of atonement. by ludacris in last of a dyin breed[color=][/color]

Life's a b.i.t.c.h I hope to not make her a widow

Survive the droughts, I wish you well
How sick am I?? I wish you health.

I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth
I wish you insight so you can see for yourself

Jay-Z - American Dreamin'

Eldee, holler me for YIM with immediate effect

Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation
World population confront their frustration
The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken
It's all contractual, and about money making
Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations
Exact replication and false representation
You wanna be a man, then stand your own
To MC requires skills, I demand some shown
I let the frauds keep frontin
And roam like a celluar phone far from home,

The Roots - "What They Do" from Illadelph halflife album

I teach niggas sign language, that ain't def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN

Momma said,
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand

You Not Like Me - 50 Cent