• DJ Bama

    what would i say or wat would they say

  • http://shonatxyahoo.com Da Bakerman

    Im the hottest brotha to record on the mic, similar to the 95 vegas fights put all these weak dudes in a line an you will see they all wear tights Im the type of cat who would put the motor in a bike an watch ya label run days, months, and even when you sleep at night I rap cuz its in my heart not the choosin of the like, despite never gettin underpaid an having a bad chick ride the long pipe I do this for the hustlers mistake made killas who sweat in they sleep vomit when they eat to think how they force someone on crack respect was all he had so wasnt cuttin no slack shots fired at the enemy instead hit a 8 year old kid in the back I give it my all when I put my furnace on tracks so forget coming last I come first been there to long blood queches the thirst like a theif before he steals an old womans purse its a curse to try to rehearse this verse you end up like a colledge player with a redshirt so all you cowards an lames tuck in all yall skirts an whoeva wanna beef Ill stomp ya gonads in da dirt

  • jon longway

    619 SAN DIEGO CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK

  • Eric Wilson

    Somewhere along the line in time people will combine to have unity rhythm rhyme and a piece of mind.
    Instead of this rat race we face we can replace all we have to do is trace and trace and trace.
    Back to our roots for the fruits not just her, him, them, this list it nevertheless includes you.
    So what you gonna do just pose and listen to me.
    That won’t set you free, keep doing it you’ll see.

  • http://www.myspace.com/LarryBrite Larry Brite

    6-50 represent – AND I LOVE TO RUB IT IN ! ! !

  • JUSTIN BROWNLEE

    I ONLY SPEAK SO THAT I KNO THAT IM HERED, I BEEN INVISONIN,
    I HOPE SOMEONES BEEN LISTENIN , IM SPREADIN THE WORD!
    THE MEIDIA’S DISTORTED, SO THERE VISION IS BLURED
    THEY BREAK IT DOWN AND BUILD IT UP LIKE THEY WAS ROLLING SOME HERB

    AM I A VILLIN , MY DESICIONS, I HAVE SOMETHIN TO SAY
    WE NEED TO BE ABOUT THE PEOPLE, IT SHOULD HAPPEN TODAY
    WE CANT BRUSH IT OFF, CANT LAUGHF IT AWAY
    HOW COME WHAT I LISTEN TO DONT NEVER GET PLAYED

    YO YOU CANT GET INTO THE BUILDIN BETWEEN 6 AND 11
    CAUSE THE BOYS IN THE LOBBY GON SEND YOU TO HEVEN
    MY LIFE CONSISTS OF BLUNTS FROM THE 7 11
    THE FIVE-O ONLY SHO UP FOR THAT 1 8 7
    SO DONT TELL ME THAT YOUR LIFE IS A LEMON
    I BEN STRESSIN, BEN WORKIN MAD HARD, BUT THE CASH AINT HEVEN
    THIS IS THE LIFE IN THE HOOD AS A PESENT

    HAVE YOU EVER HIT THE BLOCK WHEN ITS LIKE 3 A M
    YOU SEE SOMTHIN ON THE CORNER THATS LIKE D. A. M
    LIKE A PASSED OUT BITCH, OR SOME CRACK OUT MAN
    THEY COME RIGHT UP TO YOU AND HE OPEN HIS HAND
    THERE AINT NOTHIN UP IN IT BUT SAND
    AND HE ASK YOU IF U CAN, OR U COULD SPARE A FEW AND
    THATS A NATIONAL EMBARASMENT, POLITICAL PLAN
    NOT TO ONLY PUT CASH IN HIS HAND,
    YOU CANT2 GIVE A MAN A BANDADE AND EXPECT HIM TO STAND
    WE NEED TO STRENGTHEN OUTR LAND NOT A WAR IN THE SAND

    NOW ID LIKE YOU SAY HELLO , IM A PREACHER IM A SPEAKER
    IM THE AMP IM THE SPEKER , IM THE SMELL OF FUCKING REEFER
    IM YOUR POSION, IM THE EITHER, IM A PAIR A WHIE SNEAKERS
    I AM NOT A NICE TEACHER, THIS IS NOT LIFE EITHER……..
    YOU MIGHT LEAVE HER, STAY TIGHT LIKE WIFE BETTERS

    NEVER CATCH YOURSELF SLIPPIN , THERES A LIL LESSON
    THANK THE LORD THAT YOUR LIVIN, ITS A REAL BLESSIN
    KEEP CLEAR AH’ THE KITCHEN IN TH CRACK HOUSE
    CAUSE THE BOYS IN THE KITCHEN GON’ MASH OUT
    SHADDER YA GLASS MOUTH,……………….
    I CANT TELL YA WHAT THAT BOUT

  • http://www.GlobalPPL.com CJ Williams

    I make $ hand over fist so just hand over chips
    My salary is actually 2 much for a banks capacity
    I am PPL passionately I’m the living story factually
    I don’t & won’t take this here casually they use to laugh at me like
    Sambo
    Went from bustop to Lambo
    C how a 1000 horses make a giggle fizzle
    Y would u belittle humble beginnings
    From cots @ Grannys to 3 mansions & 1 Pending
    Don’t get green money/’cause i make obscene $
    Came from the dirtnow I’m countin clean money
    Holy spirits near it Keepin things from me
    Got Lobsta options that’s y I gleem $$
    Blessed not lucky belly & my account Chubby
    Stroke a check in the offering I’m financially lovely
    Poverty can’t touch me cause me & Misses Wealth is real cuddly
    Phone the enemy suddenly & said “Its about to get ugly” then hung up
    abruptly
    Had to breakthrough the shell like Humpty/my roads was to bumpy
    Now I get yearly pay monthly repeatly repeatly repeatly
    I sowed in famine cryin yet still I believe
    Prophesy came to pass now checks coming in sheaves
    Fight the good fight so I bob & weave
    Knocked out the enemy locked up the thief
    Me & the Prince of Peace closa than 2 back teeth
    Who back me? G. O. D. There is no me there is just W. E.
    Not ashame of the name Jesus in more than just a piece
    He shall set the free
    I don’t rock’em on my neck I wrap him around my life
    My 4children & wife. Iced’ed out Jesus? Thats as Pointless as a dull Knife.

    2nd 16 Bars………………

    Fyi I’m not a sucka u got the wrong brotha
    I’d ratha fast than fight that’s how I get it on brotha
    I make Malice backfire & spite boomerang
    I got heavenly favor & but dont worship me mane
    Flow is fluid & fire blessed to the marrow
    Me & wealth go together like Christmas & Carol
    Mexico & sombreros
    Robert & Deneros
    T&T (Trinindad) & Sparrow
    Aco & Poco
    D&Ds & the PoPo
    Rainbows & homos
    I mean Christians just the facts mam no dissin
    I’ma pump the brake ‘fore I go 2 far
    & end right there that’s my 16th bar………..U cant stop fluid so I overdo it cause I’m a star……

  • http://www.myspace.com/donnygoines Donny Goines

    Verse 1

    If the world was listening what would I say
    I’d ask “Why couldn’t someone help the kid in VA”
    George Bush should be impeached for the decisions he made
    And the cops who killed Sean Bell should face the DA

    If the world lent me ears I would speak to the streets
    Tell congress what I feel about freedom of speech
    Address the kids in tha burbs, how we live is absurd
    -And If we switched roles would the privileged observe?

    If the world could hear my lyrics I would talk about poverty
    Drugs, prostitution and other problems that bother me
    From Soldiers in Iraq, -to tha quotas and blind facts
    I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders so I rap

    If the world was listening, I’d get alot off my chest
    From the armless children in africa starving tha death
    To the homeless in america and problems with debt
    But my words wont hit because my target is deaf

    Verse 2

    Despite the issues, the world needs to hear about the positive
    Like Hip Hop for instance, now a major conglomerate
    Helped the disenfranchised, and I really thank God for it
    Imagine where we would be, if this culture did not exist?

    -And the world needs to hear about the charities
    So they can donate, try to help other families
    -Bill O’ Reilly needs insight, I’d give em clarity
    Cause not every rapper out there uses vulgarities

    I’d talk about all the leaders spread across the globe
    Thats trying to make it better, hats off to those
    And even when victims of Katrina lost their homes
    Our communities stepped up- and tried to plug tha holes

    If the world was really listening the things I would say
    But this is all fantasy thats why I live for today
    And since Im not rapping bout bitches, beef or my chains
    Then chances are, this record right here will never be played

    Donny Goines
    “If the world could hear me”
    http://www.myspace.com/donnygoines

  • http://www.myspace.com/dahandsums Johnjay

    Verse 1
    RESPECT

    Respect is a priceless check that life signs
    Seals and delivers to the real across the river of time
    No matter if u can see or blind
    Try to redesign and u’ll succeed and shine
    The truth is since we’re in the age of computers
    We’re ready to handle the future
    Kids are getting smarter even tho the worlds getting darker
    During Earth disasters
    We gave birth to Christ’s, Clark kents and Peter parker
    They store it all in memory,the causes and effect
    The crucifiction of Hiphop,the crosses on our neck
    The problems and solution,the pain and the hustle
    Our Aims and Games
    When we complained we was muzzled
    The rises and fall ,suprises and all
    Gas prices,Fast chryslers,and who’s the nicest at ball
    The War and who’s really winning
    The hatred of women
    Our faith hurts it’s nature
    To relate to our feelings..

    Verse 2
    We moving up so it’s hard at times to look back
    Some of us scared of heights
    The others believe skies the limit
    Never back down ,whatever u start rise and finish
    Find your power like Popeye and spinach
    A humanbeing without a dream is lifeless
    Dont matter if work a 9-5 and you dont like this
    Let your mind travel, imagine you were the boss
    Now feel how it feels to not be lost
    Beyond Time and afar we’re shinning Stars
    It’s Kids that are still going to find Diamond on Mars
    No Conflict ,No Convicts
    A new day where Peace reign supreme
    We each can pave the stream
    like Moses A.K.A Martin luther king
    We’ve got to make the path clear
    To those that have ears check
    For the kids so they’ll be set
    If we wanna be paid Respect!

    Johnjay of the”Hand$um$”
    “RESPECT”
    http://www.myspace.com/dahandsums

  • mac morrizon

    If You Had The Whole World Listening, What Would You Say…

    if you gave me the chance to really tell it all/
    let you bawl at what i drown under smoking blacks
    18 and already having the worst………infact
    i think the stress today made me damn near relapse
    never relaxed cuz im struggling to make a grade
    plus im saleing ganja to people of my age
    im not brave, im scared as fuck when i touch them corners
    but i know i have be tony, and bust a stoner
    gimmie the cash, shit this laptop is stolen goods
    i aint lying, hell my qwap got me mind tie’d in
    i cant really say i want marcus to tell pac
    and tell biggie, and malcom yo this cat can rot
    any battling fool, cuz really in my heart
    i rather let you know right now, im fucking caught
    not that my mother saw me writing and she feelin shook
    its cuz ya boy feeling bad niggas cant read a book………..

    now what i mean is that most of us is very lost/
    stuck in a game to reallign all ya friends for cost
    i like to let you know my flow aint the only virus
    the diet coke i got in this can, yo its the flyest
    enough of that, you probably think that im full of it
    glorifing everything that we hold legit..up on ya block
    naw im just telling my own tale
    and hopefully u’ll maybe see that im close to fail
    maybe jail could be the next thing for youngin right
    i mean its better than making me quit my child’s life
    if yall could listen i’d tell ya my moms is cold is ice
    not cuz she hateful, cuz she done had to grow up twice
    and it aint pretty, yo she smoke more that me cuz
    i understand see my momma need her sweet love
    i hope u see i try my best to be the man here
    maybe now u can see that its so clear…..that im all fucked up*

  • http://myspace.com/clawcheezles Nate aka. TermiNATEor

    Just Wrote this 15 minutes ago. Comin from the fly white boy from Savannah Georgia. Hope You Like!

    If the whole world would listen to what I say,
    Then maybe I should have already been made,
    and count the days and days that I’m on the radio waves,
    then I guess I’m Flava Flav cuz I got the time to pay,
    My respects to all my friends and foes,
    and family: the inspiration to how I made all my doe.
    14 years old but it seems like I’ve been in it for years,
    facing the challenges and all my fears,
    of being degraded, I’ve made it and haters hate it,
    but I make 5 times more sense, guess my body’s made “nickle” plated.
    I guess thats why they call me Terminator, I’m super,
    I came back in time to tell you about the future.
    If hip hop is dead, then Im’ma bring it back.
    Da Nephewz a group, my rhymes come with a pack.
    and thats my thoughts, can’t take ‘em away from me,
    I need “Q-Tip” cuz all I’m hearing is “Cash Money”!

    Here’s #2…I made it for my saviour…check it.

    When I was young, I always wanted to be famous,
    thinkin’ that’s what lifes about, I guess I was brainless.
    to think everything is about money & fame
    but all fame is, is just remembering names.
    but noone remembers what you did,
    but thats not what I realized when I was a kid.
    money is a different thing, I wanted to be rich,
    so i could support my future wife and possibly kids.
    but everyone knows that money means power,
    but I know that power comes from the man in that white tower.
    you cant be afraid of Him, so have faith,
    cuz in the end, He will set things straight.
    so just hold on to what you believe.
    because in life, eternity is what you will receive.
    if you are afraid, just listen to me,
    come with me, the one and only!

    check me and exspencive out…myspace.com/terminatorexspencive

    or email at http://www.clawcheezles@aim.com

    peace!

  • ABSOLUTE BRILLIANCE

    1.
    MY FLOWS IS SO SICK I GO THESE SIGNED RAPPERS HATIN RATHER WAIT TIL I DIE SO I CAN SIGN TO SATAN GIVE ME 8 OR 16 I’MA RIP IT REGARDLESS LISTEN I KILL THE BEAT AND MAKE THE MIC PRESS CHARGES YA BEST BET TO GET DOWN WHEN I’M BUCKIN DEM HEATERS YOU COULDN’T BE SAFE AROUND ME IF YOU WAS WALKIN WIT JESUS AND I HEARD THE PREACHERS WAS LOOKIN FOR ME WIT RIFLES MUSTA READ THE RHYMES I WROTE IN THE BACK OF THE BIBLE I HAVE YA FAVORITE MC JUST WISHIN HE WAS DEAD CAUSE I’M NICER THAN A RAPPER WIT A GUN TO HIS HEAD DAWG YOU A PUNK YOU ALWAYS TELLIN DEM LIES JUST BECAUSE YOU LIKE SWEETS DON’T MEAN YOU COP PIES AND I’M WAITIN FOR ONE OF YALL TO TAKE ME FOR GRANTED I’LL HAVE YOU LAYIN UNDER A CAR JUST LIKE A MECHANIC

    2.
    I’M HOT TO DEATH BUT THESE HATERS WON’T TELL ME NASTY WIT THE 16’S BUT I AIN’T R.KELLY I’MA KILL THE TRACK I DON’T CARE WHO IN HERE I BEEN SPIITIN FLAMES BEFORE I HAD PUBIC HAIR ON THE REAL I DON’T THINK IT’S A RAPPER THAT’S GREATER YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T SEE MY LINES THEY JUST LIKE THE EQUATOR LATELY I’VE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF SUBPOENAS FOR COURT CAUSE I LEFT TOO MANY RAPPERS ON LIFE SUPPORT PULLIN GUNS AND NOT SHOOTIN WASN’T NEVA MY STYLE BUT YOU JUST FLASHIN YOURS LIKE GIRLS GONE WILD COME ON HOMEY YOU KNOW YOU NOT ON MY LEVEL I WENT TO HELL IN A WOOLRICH JUST TO BATTLE THE DEVIL YOU BETTA WATCH WHO YOU HAVE ALL UP IN YA HOUSE YOU GOT WEIGHT YA BEST FRIEND WILL START RATTIN YOU OUT AND IF SHORTY WANNA GET YOU YOU BEST BELIEVE THE FEDS A PUT A WIRE UP IN THAT MICRO WEAVE

  • http://www.xxl.mag.com johnny tiger

    If the world was listening what will i say?
    why havent we found the cure for aids?
    why is crime at a all time high?
    why is it only a few great rappers alive?

    why does racism still exist?
    Haterism is deep rooted ,why cant we raise and uplift
    when is a change gonna come or is it to late for this?
    where are our Black leaders that use to make us raise our fists?

    How do we build a new earth and save Africa?
    How do we keep hope alive in the streets ?
    why is crack still available?
    For those starving how do we get ‘em food to eat?

    how can we stop a bum from eating out the trash?
    How do we get to F.E.M.A to give out the cash?
    SO many questions without answers
    why is it so serious than cancer?

    why are we all quick to judge?
    where is the love?
    why do we idolize crips and bloods?
    And emphazize whips and dubs?

    If the world was listening ,i’ll break it down
    shake the ground,why cant we all have cake and lounge?
    why do the rich get richer , poor get poorer?
    and gotta hear 50 cents worth millions,
    and we only worth 2 quarters?

    Why are we sold low self esteem?
    why cant we share our doe ,wealth and cream?
    why cant we stop making guns go pop?
    why is the Goverment laughing at minorities making fun non stop?

    Why are we so greedy and love power stuggles?
    Why cant we give to the needy and show for our hustles?
    why do we have to indulge in “waste of time”like
    smoking, drinking, and stuff that rapes our mind

    why are we brainwashed to believe we Pimps?
    why did charles darwin say black people evolve from chimps?
    if i had the world listening what will i say?
    let’s play “what’s going on?” by Marvin gaye

  • L. Clark

    extra extra read all about it
    we’re living inside a hoochie nation
    one nation under a noose
    around the necks of black women
    pimps up hos down way down
    downgrading discounting black womens bodies
    im in love with a stripper whose clear heels
    cloud her mind getting schooled
    in hard knocks strutting her
    achiles heel everytime
    dancing on mines shaking boobytraps
    for the soul in this new world disorder
    ripe with brothers on the downlow

    they living luxury lives
    at her expense while she struggles
    on layaway rented out for the next video
    gyrating and dropping it like its hot
    a self proclaimed video ho
    confessions of a video vixen please
    i’ll pray for you sisters
    cuz ms. steffans is busy on her knees
    selling punani and fiction
    a real superheadache keeping borrowed time
    on bill mahrs jock she cashed in
    on your shame for oprah winfrey kind of fame

    extra extra I read all about it
    in that sister’s obituary last sunday
    and I cried she was only 25
    but that video she was in
    keeps on playing like a twisted lullaby

  • Xai Thao

    if the whole world was listening, what would i do
    i would tell everyone to love eachother and call it truce
    cause one day i know, the hungry will eat
    theres one day i know that the blind will see
    theres gonna be one day i know that the mute will talk
    for sure i know that the cripple will walk
    the first will be last and the last will be first
    the pain will be gone, no more days when there was hurt
    i know its seem like this cant really happen
    but i went from nobody to nobody and im still here rappin
    im telling you theres hope for the lost in the world
    when everyone is beautiful, no such thing as ugly boys and girls
    come that day im gonna be dreaming of you
    im gonna know in my heart that these things will come true
    so if the world was listening, this is what i’d do
    tell everyone in the world to love eachother and call it truce

  • Truth

    1st 16
    keep your ear to the streets
    im makin everybody listen
    is the year of the beast
    and im on that savage mission
    to grab everyones attention
    with that lyrical content
    no diamonds, no glisten
    just a pen makin bomb threats
    man, you talkin nonsense
    coming at the kid with no knowledge
    paying no homage
    just another particle of garbage
    writin this article of carnage
    im takin it back to were it started
    MCing,Djing,breakin, and grafitti
    cuz the streets is feelin naked without the other three
    its Hip-Hop
    wanna rep the culture, cant live the lifestyle
    you flip flop
    to a nice whip, gold chain, and a bright smile
    and heres a wrist watch
    cuz i dont think you know what time it is
    retire while you can
    you aint redy for this line of biz
    man, you just rhyming kid
    you aint speaking the truth
    and i dont believe your the same man
    we heard in the booth

    2nd 16
    theres a new playa in the game
    same old format
    some carry the tradition
    and the others just fall back
    too much pressure
    cant rise to the ocassion
    they snich on they partna
    when the time is what they facin
    my mind be racin
    with this Hi-Teknology
    the truth is the chip
    bout give a labotomy
    with these sins creeping out of me
    i dont know where to start
    i got love for the game
    but theres cancer in my heart
    polluted by society
    with all this fakeness
    i grew up around a dying breed
    so im left with gretness
    the future what you facin
    cant accept the evolution
    igot tired of waitin
    so i statred producin
    making executive descions
    at the age of 18
    its my destiny
    more than just a daydream
    go ahead and hate me
    cuz i changed the average
    a rhyming apparatus
    never changing my habits

  • http://www.headshot.com jittweezy954

    fuck dat shit niggas get split for they ipod down here

  • http://www.myspace.com/cyklone1 Cyklone

    **********

    //well, if the world were listening, i’d have to make sure
    //that my louderspeaker’s connected and voice box is insured
    //ladies and gentlemen, rappers alike, the reason i’m here
    //is the one culture that ya’ll are feelin out there
    //take punchlines all to the face
    //if u claim that you love Hiphop, and get caught in its maze
    //my freestyles keep me goin for days
    //yeah, i write raps, but i can’t seem to fit em all on a page
    //my rhymes are like frisbees
    //so whenever i through a verse, only real dogs’ll catch what i’m saying
    //i always put baby rappers to bed
    //coz im like a bandana, i (w)rap circles around Hiphop heads
    //and so, get together and smoke when i flow
    //coz im like a pair of Timberlands, i keep trees close to my soul

    **********

    //and as the last verse begins, the story unfolds
    //what hurts worst is when the karma gets cold
    //what goes around comes around, what goes up must come down
    //and what starts young gots to get old
    //i think that Hiphop is a lady that’s profitable
    //they say money talks, so whenever she speaks, my pockets get full
    //she’s wealthy, in more ways than one
    //and would never raise a gun to kill beef: un-stop-a-bull
    //cupid’s arrow was hard to pull
    //coz Hiphop as a tatrget was too remarkable
    //this lady runs across my mind
    //and even makes my ‘head’ lines, like a front page article
    //if wack is a word, she’s the antonym
    //and im’o make her mine, like the boss at Angloplatinum
    //so if the earth IS listening, make Hiphop YOUR world
    //coz she’s down to earth and at the same time outta this world!

    **********

  • http://www.myspace.com/staccsgmg Staccs

    Verse 1
    So im in the mix/eatin bacon and grits/wishful thinkin’/thinkin bout my next wish/cookin up crack/yea I got a chef gift/servin dat pack/yea, I got the best flip/ but it aint enough/to feed my lil sis/mom going luda-cris/can’t pay da rent/daddy aint doin’ shit/walkin in the house bent/auntie round da corner/ lookin for a fix/she been stressed out/since my uncle died sick/and my brotha been locked up/since nine six/situation kinda tense/vision lookin kinda dim/so I keep my head up/when I tilt my brim/why grandma had to die from cancer?/Why did she have to leave her grand-son?/ I look in the sky/everyday no answer/why family treatin will money like a ransom?

    Verse 2
    The other day/mom noticed somethin’ funny/I said what?/she said ya uncle fuckin’ up da money/out every night/sniffin crack, trickin with da hunnies/ever since grandma died, he been a dummy/How da hell da kids/gettin food in they tummy/his wife can’t do it by herself/plus she lonely/he messin up da car/callin her a slob/but every night bringin beer and liqa from da bar/ he just lost his job/mom sittin der scarred/all torn apart/bout how he talks with no heart/like he didn’t even care/told my moms pack up/get da kids/get da fuck outta here/how dats ya sista?/and you gon diss her/you fukin up da money/so now you ditch her/and its on to my brother shit/got some will money/left da hood/now da nigga on sum other shit/wouldn’t even think thats my mother kid/BUT I be da first to tell you, shit aint no good…

  • Young Rizzo

    Its that young rizzo style , gotcha luvin my flava
    servin every single hater , sharp and str8 like a razor, u’d be a fool in my city if u handen out favors ,
    u cant be trusten them busta’s , stay disgustin like newspapa’s ,
    when u see them blue chaser’s u better run from them cuff , if u get booked then ur fuckd , guess u ran out of luck ,
    ill be breathen bleedin out guts 2 stay away from 4 corners , im tryn to hit way mo’ than 4 stacken green like a mower,
    got these bitches singin like composers , on the streets makin tunes , u’ll be hot like american pie when u get caught in ur room,cuz the shotti go boom , so u hoes better gimmie some room ,
    my flows bout bloom young rizzo .. soon

    i was convicted as a young kid
    i didnt know any other way so i started doing
    thangs legit , makin hudreds and 5ths and in the meantime sippin on henn , takin ur ins, till im up in benz, dont even need no rims , just needin a grin , cuz lifes hard leave u scarred like that shark wita fin , there aint no parks just these cars that keep gettin broke in , im in tha game spittin till tha day that i win, i be the best from tha west i guess its confidence ,

  • N.I.C.E.

    now the topic of this joint is what i would say/ if the whole world stop and started looking at me/ well lets get to it the world has problems/ its time to stop blamin and figure out how to solve them/ im speakin from the front lines in war in iraq/ been there twice dude and im not trying to go back/ not saying shouldnt be there thats not the meaning/ but Bush you sent me first without givin a reason/ now we loosin lives for a dude we chose/ and now he sendin more but never left his home/ all im sayin is we’re nation at war/ and now its time for the people to take back control/ and for those people who dont know what i mean/ just put your vote in and watch the changes begin/ here’s our chance now its time to stand tall/ we got the world on our backs now its time to SOUND OFF!!!

  • http://myspace Junie

    It never been a day that i aint smoke yet
    I been around more fire than a vitnam war vet
    Im not Aretha but all I want is my respect
    You dont want me to shoot yo spot like V tech
    I got atom’s apple bullets dont let me shoot through yo neck
    I’ll treat you like a cd player and push eject
    I got a all star squad call me the west
    If this was a test a deserve A like your mom’s chest
    Cause things change when you drive a lex or a range
    So dudes gangbang to get a name
    But me I choose the life to be nice with my words
    Like a school nerd
    Niggas talk but no action like a verb
    I hustle with a higher affection
    The white that Im slinging the same color as Michael Jackson completion
    I was just spitting giving you all a lesson

  • Danny D

    verse1
    Lets have a party,
    chicks and Harleys’
    chicken and burgers
    weed and bacardi!
    Shit stop the bicker
    sticking of the finger
    you be, I’ll be, we’ll all be the niccas!

  • http://www.myspace.com/midwestchocolate2006 BeCarr Washington

    “Lil Micheal”

  • http://www.myspace.com/midwestchocolate2006 BeCarr Washington

    If the whole World was listening what would I say:

    Got us in a warzone like Operation Freedom
    I go to work, hit the boothe, then thank the Lord before I start sleeping
    I pray for a change in this World that we living
    Everything that we seeing in The Book it was written,
    An Army of two-hundred mill’ will set out to destroy the World,
    We gotta do we do to protect our boys and girls
    Why now we gotta protect them from Mike
    When the first case came we should of knew something wasn’t right
    Now we in Iraq, a land we can’t leave
    We got killings going on right here in our own streets
    Deeper than that Precious Doe was done by her momma
    And some crackfead cat that wasn’t her father
    Jam Master Jay, Pac, Biggie murders all still unsolved
    But we can dig underground to find Sadam
    They come up with a plan to do away with medicaid
    Quit lying to my people give ‘em the cure for AIDS

    Brothers dying to make TV, one in cuffs one bleeding
    Or snitching on one another, thats what I call treason
    To make it big or make a come up tell us the reason
    It use to be summer now anytime is the season
    Brothers still trying,single mothers still cryin’
    Babies still having babies and babies still dying
    Politicians still lying, just to taste the pour,
    Why when they taste the power they mostly turn out sour
    And down the blue collar,hustling in my bloodline
    And when I wear a white collar best belive I’m poppin’ mine
    Stop my dreams, stop my hustle I won’t let you
    When I reach the spotlight, I’ll never forget who I am what I am even after I die
    I just don’t understand, somebody tell me why?

  • http://www.blaterecords.tk X’ Prime

    Verse1:

    Life is already separated in two/
    Judging positive & Negative about you/
    presidents killing they don’t know who/
    WE are the ones to see what you do/
    WE are the ones to know what is true/
    killing kids, parents and whole families/
    it’s obvious I’m talking about Iraquis/
    Begging their life on their knees/
    thinking their all your ennemies/
    Terrorism is in every rich countries/
    Can someone hear me please?/
    If the whole world could hear me/
    I’d reach anybody on radio or TV/
    give anybody an opportunity/
    tell ‘em I love ‘em like a family/
    no matter how far is their country/
    So you can change your mentality/
    Making y’all hear what I have to say/
    So tomorow will be a fresh new day/
    so you can eat, sleep, live and play/
    I’m the rap president you wanna vote right away/
    teach you how to love your worst ennemy be best friends at the end of the day/
    make y’all know color doesn’t matter if you’re brown, white, dark or gray/
    words ain’t comin’ from my mouth but my heart/
    Who said rappers were the bad guys/
    We just strong words poets, no lies/
    risking everyday our lives/
    true words cutting your heart like knives/
    That the goverment always denies/

    Verse2:

    Who Would I Be if I was Lying?/
    What would I Be talking?/
    This is all what I see I’m describing/
    And blood is still flowing/
    ignorants still not believing/
    that your brothers and sisters are dyin’/
    That’s why I’m writtin’, rappin’/
    open your ears and start listenin’/
    And everyday you wouldn’t be cryin’/
    would stop prayin’ if people stop dyin’/
    I’m still hopeful that’s why I’m rhyming/
    I’m tellin’ you what you’re ignorin’/
    I’m restless, never sleepin’/
    Corrupted people are gettin’ happy/
    when they see people killin’ you and me/
    guns we have but never wanted, cus we livin’ so dangerously/
    You step outside and everybody/
    feel like you’re another ennemy/
    I got the words and the lyrics/
    stronger than any words from those politics/
    serious and never play tricks/
    I’m like a sniper, but with no risks/
    reach you straight in the heart and mind/
    expressing myself at the good time/
    pure and true words comin’ from X’ Prime/

  • http://www.mysapce.com/smokefrmda40s $moke

    if da world was listening all i would say
    pray for da troops dats fighting everyday
    and da kids who got crack in da parks where dey play
    and roaches and rats crawl where dey lay
    and stray shots probably fly where dey stay
    we losing dem dey a soon go astray
    got people in prison a never come home
    for trying to feed dey families what dey done wrong
    now yall dont want us to say nigga n 1 song
    cause da word yall made we made it become strong
    but dude at virgina tech had both his gunz drawn
    i pray for dose people da hurt is so long
    its like its no goverment dey fighting for gas
    dey same way da gangturfs fight for cash
    similar to da way da pimps fight for ass
    like a crack head looking for a pipe to blast

    Verse 2
    a cure for aids y we cant find dat
    cause we n iraq wasting time dat
    could be used for teaching or trying to help
    cause da rich get richer da poor dont find wealth
    until we riot and try to help ourself
    for the katrina victums who pain was not felt
    im from miami and we have hurricanes all year
    and something like dat is what we all fear
    and if it happend yall wouldnt help its all clear
    so when we seen new orleans we all tear
    we gotta stick together we so seperated
    no by race its money dat got us sgragated
    and now muslims is da worst hated
    i feel like dey was set up and we made it
    everything dat i said is a mission for me
    so put peakers on da moon and let da world listen to me

  • NIFTY

    Ok readin all this as got me intreged
    So ya’ll better be able to read
    Some of ya’ll have put up the time
    But half dont even rhyme
    Am tellin ya theres to many tryin to do this shit
    I might as well as put down the mic and fuck this shit!
    this games full of haters
    to wanna b’s
    to fakers
    all they are doing is chatting waste
    going on A to Z lyrics copy and paste
    So ya’ll put ya head down in shame
    NIFTY’S the Name!
    I speak tha truth in this game
    I wouldnt call this a battle cos i dont clash
    just playin for the gash!
    Um, cos i can get dirty
    act a little flirty!
    but fuck that shit seriously
    I send my flow myteriously!
    Am gunna break it down for ya
    Am gunna type more than a sixteen into the PC
    Show ya that am a true MC
    I ant tha best
    But it’ll put all ya’ll americans to the test!
    Cos what can i say
    I do this day by day
    Shit am giving my lyrics away!
    I’ll show you were am lyrically at
    Give me a pen and paper
    I’ll show it
    don’t call me a MC call me a poet!
    Yes am coming out
    my mics the torch am running out
    despite all the dissing this is what am about
    this games my dream
    when have got the mic am supreme
    Now i dont do dissing
    But haters ya can suck my dick when am pissing
    So steal my lyrics who the fuck are you kiddin?
    Jump on a track
    diss me and holla back!

  • http://cdbaby.com/cd/phatbeetz Phat Beetz

    MY THOUGHTS RACE WYLD LIKE CULTURES OF DA WURLD, ALL THE WHILE SCRAMBLING 2 JUSTIFY LYFEZ EXISTANCE, AS ENEMIES TRY 2 RUN LYKE SPOTZ ON CHEETAZ ENDANGERED LIKE TIGERS & DA POOR, TRYN 2 B DA CLAWZ N DA GROUD 4RUM A BULLET ROUND, STEPPN OVA SACRED LAND WHERE HOMES OF DESOLATE LANDZ, TOUR OVER BODIES N DA SOIL, SPILLED LIKE OIL, MIXED WIT GREED BLEEDN LIES AS TEARZ POOR, TRUTH 2 RECONCILE THOSE WHO WERE MISLED FLED, TRUTH TELLN CUZ LUXURIOUS LIVN PEIERCED THEIR SOLZ, NSTEAD OF VOLUPTUOS REINCARNATED KARMIC REALISM REALISTICALLY SPEAKN, REVOLUTIONARY EVOLUTIONARY TERMZ, DA TRUTH BURNZ LIKE BAD PERMZ, HYDEZ ITSELF NOT BCUZ IT CHOOSES 2, ONLY BCUZ ITS PRINCIPLEZ LAY SLAIN, 4RUM POISON WATER 2 ITS ROOTS UR VEINZ, EYE STRAIN BUT DONT GET DA PICTURE, 4RUM A FACTORY MANUFACTURING DISTRIBUTED LIEZ, SETUP 4 A PENALTY SLOWLY IT DIED, TRYN 2 FLOURISH & BLOSSOM N & @MOSPHERE STRICKEN WIT DISEASED EARZ, PUSHED OUT BY TOOLZ USED 2 FOIL ITS PURPOSE, SO A TREE CANT GROW OUT OF ITS FEAR COME NEAR AND HERE BUT DONT FEAR WUT U NEED 2 HEAR. RIGHT HERE.

    ok now verse two

    Tyred of foolz stealn my flowz/ like whites stole american from native americans/ some say i sold out like africans who sold they own kind to cotton sellars needn slaves from africaz gold coast/ I boast lyrics most yall katz cant think of like a ghost/ Who da playa wit da most/ lyrical host/ colder dan a seal off da alaskan coast/ I spyt flowz colder dan polio, yall chickenz im hot like pac/ deadlier than malaria when flowz devastate ya area/ to many thugz wanna bust a slug stead of spread love/ going 4 self stead of 4gettn what hip hop bout/ truth honesty loyalty unity started for blacks off slaves back on natives blood we all the same african/latin/european indians family killing they own/ where is my home before i make yo mynd circulate da globe like stars shooting like blynd hate/ i demonstrate how if i lose this competition reason is im just 2 great/ how do you explain my brain filled wit pain how i systematically discriminate on feeble minds that cant feel paine or speak to my reality the say use yo brain some would ratha use a gat leave yo head flat while id ratha accept da hate hatn to love many do love by some who late no matter pimp or thug rich or scrube crip or blood homeless terrorist or politician onnce yo hear my flowz you get the feeling of love. Its shame some wont even realize it or get to hear heaven in my flowz on earth skirt 2 da dirt what was yo life worth?

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  • http://http:/cdbaby.com/cd/phatbeetz phat Beetz

    Truth is irrelevant $ dont kill ppl ppl do
    wut more could i say that real hip hop headz aint
    real know real shit aint exposed and even when
    do it matter

  • BklynBandette

    HipHop Project- Week 1

    VERSE 1

    Right now I’m down on my knees, I gotta ask the Lord,
    “Please, What do I say to them?” Must do more than pray for them.
    Make this song cry like Jay in the worst way.
    Help’em see the clear basics like Lasik.
    Li’l Honey Mama’s tiny tummy is swole.
    Take the time and you’ll find she’s 14-years-old.
    Never was a “Get-Around-Shaniqua”, never seen her
    go nowhere but school, or work, or church.
    Didn’t talk to little boys, Moms ain’t play that, man.
    But there’s a bun in her oven, who’s the baker man?
    Nosey neighbors have an inkling but ain’t speaking.
    Papa ain’t preachin’, bet they know the reason.
    Home alone together ain’t nothin’ new.
    While Mama’s working two jobs ’cause the rent is due.
    Get the picture? Honey’s giving birth to her sister.
    Daddy is her Babby Daddy, Mama wont be happy.

    VERSE 2

    Know another sister, she’s a Down Ass Chick.
    57th-8th Ave., making Jail House Trips.
    Said she’ll do what she gotta do to ride with Dude.
    He put in work to put the money in her purse, she knows the Rules.
    They were “Bonnie & Clyde-ing” on a Hood Level.
    But too much Heat blows the whistle like a Tea Kettle.
    So One got sent while the other One spent her time
    trying to keep up on the grind. Not Fall Behind.
    In the meantime- Dude is acting strange.
    A decline in his health. It’s a major change.
    Got his BackSide opened when he did his bid.
    Now he wants to come home & be a Father to her kids.
    There’s nothing righteous about infecting Sisters with the Virus.
    Dude wanna back it up, should’ve strapped it up.
    H.I.V. Positivity Full Blown.
    Back in her home with his stats unknown.

  • Bo Hair

    “If You Had The Whole World Listening, What Would You Say?” I would say…

    Ummm….Even though I kill da mic I do it right, I reup on dat cotton green n grind all nite,sorta like a determined skater n Im tryn ta be da master,on da real n yea I spit shit my people feel so spill blood on my land and you could get ya kids killed,could get ya lil son’s baseball cap peeled, or maybe cannoned at n all u can find is his lil shoe at da bottom of da hill. Me, Im on top call me King of da Hill:crimelord,murderboss,Blackmob Im da King of da Kill so play wit me ni66a n Ill be da King deciding ya will n bitch my rappin is real, I spit rocks wit heat n Im ridin wit da eight x five equals under da seat,I get in da kitchen and turn up da heat,Realtalk Baby I get up in dat cat n murder it like I put it ta sleep yea slowly but surely I go in deep n make u leap n baby dat is as real as da forty-five under my seat,Good Greef!,Im smokin out a real leaf,shit I gotta jus ta keep my trigga finga calm about dat lil beef,bullshit wisearces steady tryn ta be me but ain’t nothin but some fakes n Im so far ahead of my time n still going like I neva had brakes n bitch if u tryn ta be somethin ta me understand if u ain’t talkin bout dat money den your not talkin to anything,nothin,cuz before you start ta mumble Im already gone,All I speak is cash yall,I guess u can say Im moneytone,No bee Ima G,I live in a moneycomb,And you guys are in danger n Im da zone n if a bitch tryn ta call den Im on da phone n if da money knockin at my door bitch Im alwayz home but while Im alwayz gone,Yea Im alwayz smokin on dat reefer I guess you can call my house a HighZone n my rooms a dykes park,no internet but dem hoes connect like a broken heart n Im a grown ass man but I think like a shark n Im down for my respect so disrespect n Ill disconnect ya heart from ya arteries n rip ya bitch legs apart n if da world was listening I would tell em I’ve been crazy from da start n hungry wit a double appetite like MoneyFood in my cart n Sorry baby but i been dis rood wit my dick between ya lips like a feeding tube, Im Through….

  • http://www.myspace.com/satchelpage Satchel Page

    Now feel the passion-
    Of these Blacks, Latinos and Anglo-Saxons
    Steadily scrappin’-
    Caught up within the midst of mashin’
    To get this cash…
    Somebody do the math
    If the top five percent of the nation got over half of it-
    Then what we got left to feed the mass public?
    We all fightin a war they makin the cash from it-
    And it ain’t about Black and White
    Why the poor people always make the sacrifice?
    We lose our jobs first but we always called back first to the front line
    To fight the enemy when it’s crunch time?
    If I could change the planet with one line
    I’d detonate the whole White House with landmines
    Caus’ I’m so tired of havin’ the precedent
    Of havin a president
    That don’t give an F if it’s-
    The cries of my ghet-to residents
    And no I’m not a pessimist but I got to say-uh…

    Nowadays plenty brovas walk around with they backpacks and knapsacks
    and like to play the beat with a scratch-scratch
    With caps back-
    They greet each other like ‘black black-I’m tryna see the silver Lack-Lack and a fat stack
    So pass that-
    If we run up on em with ack-acks
    And brap brap until they chests is open like hatchbacks…’
    But scratch that!
    These handcuffs go clack-clack
    On any black mack they go to war for tax-tax
    That’s why we crossover go to rack-rack
    With stutter step dribbles and the hoop in the back-back
    We all tryna flip paper like flapjacks
    But Uncle Sam say keep away like HAZMATS
    That’s when these new jacks spit they raps to DAT-DATS
    And mix that with bass on a rumblin’ track-track
    We ain’t tryna be corporate in black slacks
    Matter fact we lookin’ past that
    And that’s my generation…

  • parks mcfly

    If the whole world would listen, what would u say?
    Or spray in my case, despite no beating playing
    Acapella for this fella, some many directions i could sell ya
    I was gonna write 3 entries, the truth let me tell ya
    But pleasee, i bring your blog to its knees
    Two verses let me hurt MC’s seamlessly
    Back to the topic i can drop,
    Religion and poli what what
    But would the world listen? i thought not
    But, i could make the crowd laugh, while y’all chat gas
    No flow to ignite, so y’all coming last
    Want stories from my past,its international at that
    Nomad on his path, soakin up culture, good and bad
    Call me rude or mad, but i tell it like u cant
    Stallin me, is the anomaly, one world, whats shared commonly?
    Brutality bringing unity, thats and excerise in futility

    If the whole world would listen, what would u say?
    I’d say damn fools, but yeppy kai fukin YaY
    If the whole world would listen, what would u say?
    Id say damn fools, la la la ha ha yay

    Quick trip to the loo, where was i? my god!
    oh yeah thats right, i thought u were gonna sort it all out
    kill’em all then we’ll really find out no doubt
    man made hell, well i really hope not, my god
    one topic, a million songs, whats left? 11 bars
    wanna make it to heaven?, re-read then die hard
    What u thinking? ‘He so dope, jeez id give him my vote’
    Cause I’ll tell u what i’m thinking if someone would throw me a rope
    I sent my demo to shady, really who can blame me
    My phones by my bed, my homies punking tryna play me,
    No answer, hoy many stans’ can one man really stand
    First dudes to hook me up are going straight to the bank
    Could be that old school homey laying paths, giving chance
    or that cute ghetto booty, i didnt know from way back
    So heres the plan action man, listen to what i gotta say
    Then we make the world listen, i get paid then we pray

  • http://www.myspace.com/derrty90 young derrty

    the street made me if they say that. if the whole world was listening i would be hppy cause i finally let the world see my unhidden talent. if they just listen to me they would understand where im comin from. the only thang i got to say is GOD IS ON MY SIDE UNTIL THE DAY I DIE

  • http://www.myspace.com/LarryBrite Larry Brite

    better than the regular,
    original competitor,
    rappers with a major deal don’t happen in Yay Area.
    Not Black enough to rap,
    Not white enough to rock,
    but what talent does it take to tell jokes out a sock???
    No Matter What I NEVER liked that football player dj,
    and i KnO i got a track no matter what that fool is gonna say.
    NO TAPE DELAY – AMERICAN IDOL THAT’S BAKED,
    I expose bare truth like i’m Justin Timberlake.
    No matter who
    No Matter What
    It’s a verbal armeghetton,
    I go sodom and ghmorra on a rapper battle steppin.
    More colors on ya bro than 27 inch spokes,
    and unlike my competiton my work is free 4 download!
    When i was young i wanted to leave the whole world pleased,
    but now i realize that they the reason i smoke weed,
    it’s really hard to push my buttons,
    i’m online in demand, and i rep the 6-50 LIKE THE MUTHER FUCKING MAN!!!!

  • Georgia Boy #1

    The boy Dame cousin I’m back it
    brains pop out of ya cap like hat magic
    I spit acid rappers is just ashes
    me and my click run shit u just ass kiss
    yall boys is thinkin its just plastic
    till big shit blastin
    fakers is in caskets
    pockets filled with bread lik big baskets
    keep da dick on her lip lik its chapstick
    and zoom off in a maverick
    wit a bitch lookin lik she cam from a pageant
    keep the steel stikin to me lik magnets
    Dame straight fly while these other dudes maggets.

  • http://myspace.com/moddbsquad Modd B

    freestyin aint nothin but a bunch of words
    bullets swerve,leave ya layin on ya own curb
    he thought he heard what i hear, which is money cries
    my hands itch n for my money man you gotta die
    you ask why? i ask when im bout it bra
    big chips i make em flip then disappar
    listen here im young and need a record deal
    im in da spot like big dots in leapord ears
    who wanna battle? ima put my money
    i shoot em in da knees to stop em from runnin up
    what da fuck? bullets slide like hockey pucks
    im in da booth, i really spit like daffy duck
    you get da middle finger,duck taped hog tied
    infa red on ya pupils like you got red eye

  • uwais

    “Hackney”
    mother fucker im from hackney
    a town where ghetto shit takes place
    loads of drug dealing, gun shots, welcome to crackney
    we run deep, im from the murderous blocks
    im from the wall street, sellin’ crack in the hood
    popo drivin’ past 247
    makin the place drastic im stayin in the block
    we all hustling, doin our shyt, livin ghetto life
    we fuck any mother fucker who we fuckin with
    big up e5,e8,e9 you know the rest
    who the fuck wna come to your endz
    im hackney raised, smoke a oz
    smokin’ till my tounges green
    i represent hackney
    we all self maid mans
    we rob chains from diff endz
    fuck other endz i represent the city
    home of the hammers
    welcome to the east side
    what happen to the west side
    they yall died
    ima g, but you cant see
    i rob mans who pretend they g’s
    i destroy there life
    im back in the hood
    sometimes shit gets drastic
    mans want beef ? wat the fuk
    they try grab my shit
    i aint givin them my shit
    they gota take it away from me
    they just tryna act hard
    but they makin a fool of themselves
    coz we hackney mans and we rep it 247
    no stop
    im spittin these bars
    lookin’ at my hackney stars
    day dreamin’
    keepin shit real
    i wana get in the kill
    ghetto slayin
    i get more gash than a eskimo
    loosening up, throwin bars like im sick
    im mr perfect so they say
    yall big up hackney and check out how it is today…

  • http://xxlmag.com 31

    Verse 1
    As I’m peddelin’ I reminise/ I’ve always been a rebble in.. this world I relish in, i get tested by the devil then… Go on winnin with my set.. because we stand ahead the rest, with flows so merciless continue sayin we’re the best… An think you can fuck with the team..? Our flows are choppers split ur spleen, lungs collapse an hit ur knees, and dammit through adversity, my verses speak the truth for me/ I got this shit so just concede, my words are horse an they stampede, I’m forced to feed, I need the green, but not for self esteem/ I just believe.. an have no greed/ but LSP…? we cut the cheese.. Our cheddars sharp you mild breads…

    Verse 2
    My words penetrate your head an ache your skull until you’re dead awake.. Then they’ll make you meditate because I am ahead of pace.. With this pencil lead an pape… An no you won’t evade/escape, I’ll toss you underneath the gate, an hell will be your home an scape.. Cuz when you pop I’ll duck an take… Your breath away/ now what you say..? Cuz like when I look in mirror, the red’ll be clearer/ now that’s a visual.. Keep your friend close, also keep your enemies near… But I see potential with your mental so I won’t point at your temple.. But I might kick ya in the rear!

  • Brian Jones/Rich Hood

    I’m from the Glass City soldier listen/
    Small town but we get down, cocaine and baking soda pitching/You see the ice grills and frozen wrists’, Range Rover 6′s/Hoes in flocks anywhere niggas is holding riches/Dice games $10,000 on the 4′s and 6′s/When the police roll, we jumping over fences/You never know who snitching/Cause niggas ain’t niggas no more(nah), they hoes and bitches/Put the smash down on any wanna roll against us/Yo, Ohio still produce some of the coldest niggas/I’m Rich Hood, god, East Toledo soldier nigga/Now don’t approach me cause you seen me on a poster picture/
    Catch me in the hood, grab a dutch, I’ll
    blow it wit’cha/I’m good, everybody here know me nigga/That’s why I’m out on the block, out in the cold, pitching/Rich Hood coldest spitter and you know it nigga, now this game’s over nigga/.

  • Brian Jones/Rich Hood

    verse 1

    I’m from the Glass City soldier listen/small town but we get down, cocaine and baking soda pitching/you see the ice grills and frozen wrists’, Range Rover 6′s/hoes in flocks anywhere niggas is holding riches/dice games $10,000 on the 4′s and 6′s/when the police roll we jumping over fences/never know who snitching/cause niggas ain’t niggas no more,(nah) they hoes and bitches/put the smash down on any wanna roll against us/yo, Ohio still produce some of the coldest niggas/I’m Rich Hood, god, East Toledo soldier nigga/don’t approach me cause you seen me on a poster picture/catch me in the hood, grab a dutch, I’ll blow it wit’cha/I’m good, everybody here know me nigga/that’s why I’m out on the block, out in the cold pitching/Rich Hood coldest spitter and you know it nigga/now it’s game over, nigga/

    verse 2

    My profile is 6’3” 180 pounds/a 8 time felon still keep a pound, do you think you can sell him?/they want a thug, that’s the image that’s selling/oh, I ain’t never been shot, but I been to trialfor putting slugs in a felon/I been in prison bidding, hustle herb, even them birds/I sold Oxy’s and sheets of acid to white boys in the ‘burbs/it’s truth in these words, street credit’s real/I don’t come with a gimmick like 50 cent, and the rest of these niggas/ so why the task force in hip-hop.. arresting these niggas/wanna-be thugs got too big for their britches/blowing riches and meal-tickets/first money spending with prosecutors and lawyers give up the stacks to get my crew out of prison/it’s only business, I fuck with the best beats/in venom I speak, so give me chains with the biggest baguettes/no regrets, just look at that and picture me with a deal worth mil’s/majors done signed the realest nigga in history/

  • Pennzfinesst

    verse 1-
    ayo these rap cats in the game aint nuttin but a shame/they claim to be hard but are softer than a dame/im da truth step in the booth and rip the mic down/this aint right clown im on top and ill strike down/cuz the whole worlds listenin/my wrist stay glistenin/smackin more babies than biggie smalls at a christenin/this shit is insane how u come in the game/drop one hot song and u livin in fame/i shit 16 bars for breakfast and 32 for lunch/64 by dinner this the knockout punch/im faster than zab jooda when it comes to the buddha/i puff the L so hard my lungs need a tutor/so sit back and relax and enjoys ya boys flow/this shits money in the bank like kobe’s free throw/ and i attract more ratings than ya favorite T.V. show……what?

    verse 2-
    back for round 2 so come holla at ya boy/ aint from LA but u can holla at ya boy/ cool n dre hit me up so we can on da track/ like 2 trains runnin for a couple of stacks/ listen to that…..i like my beat down low/ wit the speakers up high and my hat real low/ pennzfinesst is on top i dont care about this contest/ id rather be drinkin a 40 oz. to be honest/ my shit pays homage to those who dont know/ and i will step in places where most wont go/ shits goin down and these haters dont know/ i keep the 40 cal cocked and ready to let go/ this crazy shit, yall aint never seen/ cuz my lyrics chop up like a tv split screen/ and yall cant handle 16 bars so ill leave u wit 15….what?

  • http://www.myspace.com/goodwillprojects dictionary

    i’ll take these weak verses and leave em stunned simple.

    scrape the green earth with seasons, i’m young fickle.

    F. Money, yep i said f*@ck it, it’ll turn lovers to fighters with out a subject

    dummy’s stealing in public, trying to be the hardest when all they can do is ask for a budget

    crummy dealings disgusted, crying to be the largest besides the industries a tar pit.

    wack rappers making loot of idiots with too much of it!

    money can make you dumb with every step that you take, let your heart be awake, instead of death driving the stakes

    wackicity lacks creativity when it’s only about a battle for prizes and not humanity

    materialist vanity, the type that would surely damage things, turn a flower into a butterfly-knife that brings calamity

    every 15 seconds alcohol claims a life, not just statistics but it barks while it bites. For those that don’t die they end up with a high

    bills are even more ridiculous when we can’t pay them, still be more than vacant in brains without hating

    i’d rather be a vegetable than get caught in the system, be care what you wish for and manifest in your vision

    the terms we use can serve as jewels and at the same time plant devious depth filled destruction

    if each of us stepped with humilty imagine what might become of this nation

    use your vocation instead of paid for vacations, money out the window impractically making a statement

    so some will lay and blaze in the basement while trying to change the world, i’m sure the liars that never do sh*t will always throw pigs to pearls

    go get your girl and save her before she caught in the rip tide, this big life will capsize your hopes and dreams if you let it so live life!

    don’t be dormant and feed into the problems at hand

    seek enjoyment and helping those that need hands

    for each stand that we plan amounts to fruits we may never know, poor free lands that score the sands of places we’ll never go

    you reap what i sew, so i dream what sleep shows, letters get stuck in the congestion of broken homes, til’ my head explodes

    metaphorically i’m tired of most bad happenings, i feel like sometimes Americas just a bad lab rat disease

    alphabetize the pain that negativity causes, i bet you couldn’t even fit it inside of God’s closet, so why rock it.

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    God bless

  • ponyboy

    verse 1
    if the world was listening it would be one step away from action, feal satisfaction and happiness cause ignorance is no longer bliss
    in the world there are many lies along with many truths one fact well known is the danger that waits for our youth
    an excellent example is this contest cause
    you wanna know what we have to say to the world and they can’t even stop talking tough talk as if there isn’t a thick line between that and deep thought
    i’ve done my fair share
    i ain’t hardly perfect but you don’t have to have 20 20 vision to see danger lurking
    people talking about rappers in general but yar know who you are
    talking about freaky females but giving them all an invisible but ugly scar
    speak on violent topics and lying to yourself
    that’s one thing but it’s another when you mislead someone else
    still it ain’t yar fault the world we in would see anything else as lame i guess a couple gun shots are enough to entertain
    and i understand hip hop is a way of life but when do we stop, step back and take a look life
    see it the way i see it call it how i call it
    the truth’s a symble of wisdom so i pridely sport it
    the human race’s carrying the fatal action disease, dog chasing it’s tail is what we should call it
    we’re just going in circles when will it stop
    ignoring our past just to repeat it in the future
    speaking of the past remember that thing
    called slavery honestly i believe the devil’s playing puppet master with the puppets
    long story short governmental muppets
    and willy linch of all people
    black against white and vise versa
    i think it’s over do a billion f you’s to evil from the good soldier
    martin luther king represent the rightous thought
    hitler…. must i say more
    caught that catch this
    we stonger together one for all all for one
    what guy you know gets jumped by 15 and walk away saying i won
    but if that fights the one for a better day i’d be that one qoute me anyday
    i just got a problem with getting up and at’em
    my moms say i’m just lazy ;)

    verse 2
    i got so many more girls than malls on black friday
    these are the problems of the world today
    the gov’t sold drugs to the hood to fund a war for what? i can’t say
    these are the problems of the world today
    fathers give up on their sons so they find peace in the street
    these are the problems of the world today
    the gov’t used us as lab rats by mixing flu shots with h.i.v. now it’s a problem for the whole country
    in the hood we feal too much, so much anger and if music represent a struggle no wonder so many claim their a banger
    in the suburbs they face more harm mentally than physically to many suicidle, 7 year olds cutting themselves, so many bulimics and anerexics starving thmselves
    don’t konw if i spelled those two right but
    so what i’m still gonna type ;)
    when i feal weak prayer to God gives me strength but right now i’m doing aight
    had death on my tail but i managed to dodge him tonight
    ignorance’s a superplague and my pen’s my kryptonite
    why spend $100 dollares a session for a shrink when i receive free thereopy when i wright
    both for the fun of it and to enlight
    rap’s the solution to racism so get with the movement truth with an iron tung lightly i speak wisdom in fact it’s a hard language to learn but i speak fluent
    if the bermuda triangle’s a mystery maybe that’s the key to people being congruent
    above the name (required) box it says submit here higher than that are the things they want to hear i want a ipod but most of all i want people to hear
    and get off of the unnecessary like what jesus look like instead of what he taught
    he walked on water, cured the uncurable and fed plenty from little i’m pretty sure he’d have a statue of himself if that’s what he wanted
    did i
    further enhance your curiousity
    oh?
    hungry for knowledge should i further feed the
    well
    the bible says don’t carve an image or worship idols, or false gods
    so
    why do religous leaders and followers kneal before mary and pray to a cross
    and
    at lmbrooklyn@yahoo.com email me if you want to know what happens when you die truly
    and, not just from word of mouth more like i got the answers from the bible
    and question hypocrits, if you walk with god how can you act wickedly and if i tell you i’m celebit you look at me pittifully
    well world i pitty you cause if you turn deaf ears i just pray that you can open ya ears to the
    truth if capable
    and
    i should record this but because of the message i’d probably have to force feed my lyrical nutrition just so the malnutrition would listen
    wait a minute supposebly they are listening

  • pimphand

    You all are wack as shit

  • http://www.myspace.com/ra1sun The One Sun Lion Ra

    Title: Can’t Tolerate That

    (1st verse)
    It’s the One Sun L-I-O-N R-A no H please listen close and get it straight it’s like ancient kemetics, I’m the sun don’t forget it, plus the lion is African I’m a leo so it fitted, Ra! Be the premium every time you see me quality ciphers, stage shows, radio, t.v., only l-o-v-e, l-i-v-e in me, while so many emcees be divas acting bitchy, they wish for you to sweat thee, before you even know them, they hope for you to show love, they spit the garbage poem, so instead of microphone rockin’ they show off rocks, blood diamonds like the blood from their guns and crack rocks, corny bitches get bamboozled by damn jewels monkeys lookin’ for somethin’ shiny flinging their damn stool, that baller holler for dollars more than for change so when he comes back to his people they look at him strange nigga!!

    (2nd verse)
    Yeah and that’s it, no flippin’ a key, no pimpin’ or trickin’ a ho, not my hustle or flow, no smokin’ the drow, not duckin’ popo or callin’ a p.o. the difference in my show, Ra say what you afraid to, know what you’re supposed to, but don’t mind the man just the manners that manifest, you write up in your digest lies you might digest but can’t metabolize now it’s clogging up your chest, it’s perverse like a pimp yellin’ church, rainbows reppin’ limp wrists or your moms gettin’ murked, niggas talkin’ and slangin’ that crude slick like Bush and Dick but ain’t said shit when you really think about it, these others rap for grammys and sound scannys to thrive but Ra don’t give a fuck about those cracker jack prizes, ain’t tryin’ to look like them, ball, walk, talk, or eat, or cook like them!!

    copyright 2007 R.Wilson/ Moja-Sol Productions/ Un Leon Del Sol (ascap)

  • nero

    your all terrible, for real, stop

  • nero

    i love the mixing talking about you how you all have money and bitches with your uneducated nonsense and bullshit conspiracy theories, fuckin pathetic, and the sad shit is youll probably all get record deals

  • http://www.myspace.com/theyoungblackhope Philthy

    “If You Had The Whole World Listening, What Would You Say?”

    http://www.myspace.com/theyoungblackhope

    (Verse 1)

    I am the child with the blood of kings of queens/
    But the life you live is like what I vex seen in dreams/
    You wouldn’t understand all the pain that this thing called life just seems to bring/
    To me I have no father my mother was a rape victim /
    The man who did it well he had Aids in him/
    So now my bloods like snakes venom/
    I need it but its killing me on the inside but I’m not here for your pity party/
    Oh yeah yall the people who pity hardly/
    Cuz my face you can’t seem to handle/
    Cuz when it’s seen on the screen you just change the channel/ (Click)
    And then you think it’s an unfortunate event/
    That I’m an orphan I’m only 8 and I’m tryna keep my sanity /
    I thought we were put on this earth to be a family/

    (Verse 2)

    I know it’s apparent/
    That I have no parents/
    But why must you act as if I’m transparent/
    Yes it’s the invisible children/
    And your neglect has partially killed them /
    Just because we can’t afford the treatment/
    Doesn’t mean that we deserve this treatment/
    You’ve turned the volume down can you hear us speaking/
    Were still alive can you hear us breathing/
    You can still do something way before it is time for the grieving/
    So please open your minds and hearts/
    Don’t pronounce us dead way before are lives can start/
    I just want a chance to make a change and learn /
    So what’s your choice you got time it remains your turn/
    I ain’t choose this live but I’m a live it/
    Remember life is a right not a privilege

  • shorty do roc

    look dog u would never shine/
    unless u get some better lines/
    and use your own flow instead mine/
    so instead of rythm u should go 2 da cematary and dig ya own grave up uh head of time/
    u want 2 cop some Jordans i got the better kind/
    bugs bunny strip and snatch pat leather kind/
    i be on line kill datz where da nikka’z live

  • http://yahoo.com Bunz prince of da city

    this is for the block and the hood that i love see my niggas posted up with glock-9 and some gloves and my niggas getting at you if you give em a mug take 38 shots from the 38 snub round here niggas die for they kicks and if you say it beef guess what my niggas ride with the 5th Bunz be the name niggas betta act like they know, cuz i shine like the sun and get a stack evrey show. you can catch me in a drop same color as snow hopping out in the jordans with my name on the toe.

  • http://www.myspace.com/phoneticonemusic Phonetic ONE

    I sit back with a pad and pencil to blend my mental/
    over a mad instrumental to open you mental window/
    to send you a vivid, sentimental, sentual signal/
    like a lyrical miracle sent to deliver you to the center/
    I walk the paper’s lines, until your mind I enter/
    teaching you fine til your mentored, burning your mind to a cinder/
    bending you spine til its’ in turned like the hunchback of notre dame/
    leave your spirit numb like novacane, with wordplay I hold your brain/
    Inside my palm dialog, atomic bombs like vietnam/
    lyrics so visual I bet you could almost see the song/
    we become leaders on so many levels/
    but my domain is a kingdom built on beats, base, and treble/
    take my time neva step to the realm haphazardly /
    spit the verbal mastery to overcome and master beats
    see I shoot the breeze or spit the wind either way it is sweet/
    but if you dont get the drift just listen to speak/

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  • http://twitter.com/Beyoncca Beyoncca

    Seems like those two phonies Yandy and Olivia walked away from an ass kicking. Scary broads. I noticed when Erica said “Yandy, get your finger out of my face”, Yandy didn’t say nothing. Also when Erica said to Yandy how stupid she looked for involving herself in Olivia’s issues with Erica.
    I too thought Yandy should have left those two to discuss their issues alone. Yandy’s always trying to be in the middle of someone elses drama, when she needs to focus on that molesting Mendeecee, and preparing to register him as a sex offender!