View Full Version : Post Your Anthem

10-13-2009, 07:28 AM
Post an anthem that reflects your character and style.


Yo it's flipside and Rasco here to let 'em know
If niggaz don't cooperate gotta let 'em go
Get in the race and stop runnin' at a snails' pace
And sour milk has left my mouth wit' a bitter taste
They shot callin' black ballin' 'til the last sec
No other choice but to cut these niggaz last check
Give me respect 'cuz I've been comin' up these last years
The only car on the road flossin' nine gears
'Cuz I arrive at overdrive, set to rip it live
And I'll be rippin' this shit when I'm fifty-five
Dead stinkin', Abe Lincoln, nigga what you thinking'?
You better smoke another blunt and continue drinkin'
A cloudy brain, train tracks, but there's no train
And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
So you better, get yo ass a sweater
Breakin' these fools down to the last letter
Whatever...that you clowns wanna do
Make sure that you got the Superdome crew

The unassisted, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted

So what's next? Not these emcees that's totin' text
Glitz and gram better scram down his ????
That style's played and more washed up than Cascade
And it's been years since I broke out my last fade
The bald-headed, non-dreded, get that ass wetted
These brothers flashed on the Ras but I didn't sweat it
Remain calm, rippin' mics every single night
I'm on the scene, makin' green 'cuz the single's tight
Fuck you fools that's believing' in your own hype
'Cuz I'm the type that be servin' up the long pipe
I smell a scent, gettin' bent, pockets full of lint
You think you large 'cuz these people gave you fine print?
But magazines ain't the thing, nigga, get it straight
Bringin' them styles that got 'em hooked on like fish bait
You show me how, now it's wild, where my niggaz at?
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat


Mass produced, I got juice microphone skill
Me and my man Big Rob 'bout to seal deals
Run of the mill, dime a dozen 'cuz you wack, cousin
Whose reviews? Better cut me some slack, cousin
Playin' me close, heads is flown at the flagpost
At half-staff you done stepped on the wrong path
You hear the whistle of the missile comin' full speed
It's hip hop, to the core I'm the full breed
What's the reason all these fools wanna flash out?
Sick of the drama, now it's time to get my ass out
Layin' it down nice and clean on these white sheets
And quick to break a nigga down over fat beats
Better retreat 'cuz I'm comin' wit' the cavalry
Only intent is just to increase the salary
These dollar signs in my mind, gotta drop a rhyme
Ready to shine, baby, this year's prime time
So what I'm sayin', won't be no delayin'
Better head the word, nigga, I don't be playin'
So start prayin' like you lookin' for a miracle
Me with no lyrics, baby, that there's hysterical

"I would say he's nice. Every cut he makes is so precise." -MC

10-13-2009, 07:40 AM



10-13-2009, 08:55 AM

10-13-2009, 09:28 AM
i just blew the dust off the hell on earth mobbdeep cd and this song is a fucking classic

10-13-2009, 09:43 AM

Not all the time, but mostly

10-13-2009, 11:31 AM

rationalists ftw.


Sheep Shifter
10-13-2009, 12:19 PM
My anthem definitely:


10-13-2009, 12:23 PM

HAHAHA, the 911 ANTHEM ^O^ Too bad ya'll don't understand dutch.

10-13-2009, 12:36 PM

10-13-2009, 01:32 PM

10-13-2009, 01:33 PM
that dudes a faggit n hes wak as fuck

10-13-2009, 01:37 PM

10-13-2009, 01:40 PM
ur such a homo^

10-13-2009, 01:44 PM
that dudes a faggit n hes wak as fuck

yep, i'm aware of that, I haven't heard this song since it first came out.

I just thought i'd add it as it had ugly in the title, just as a little joke, lol.

10-13-2009, 01:49 PM
definitely this one, its also my ringtone. its just inspirational.


than these get a special mention



10-13-2009, 06:51 PM


10-13-2009, 08:17 PM

I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone
Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone
High pitched noise, on your brain, it's heavy
Autopsy report, that he jumped off a train
It started when the dearly departed, tried to escape max'
Then cut into the general's income like state tax
One call, to seal the deal with feel
Doctor on the payroll, cost a quarter mill

The mailman's late with the check
I'm in the flood with a bunch of bills that's about up to my neck
Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off
Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off
I can't even get a job, giving out flyers
I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers
The fridge is theirs, Mother Hubbard's cupboard
I'm so down and out, I can only go upward

I form rhymes in alphabet soups
From the rhythm of the spoon, I transform the loop
From the steam of the bowl, I'm making special effects
Add a dash of spice, only God can detect
Had a word, to make a bear return to his cub
A word that make a girl come home from the club
A word that make a heven return back to God
And the word that help Dorothy get home from Oz
Thirty frames per second, these films we be perfecting
Scenes of light put through all projection
Electricity, perfectivity
Audio and visually, physically and mentally

I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack
And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black
So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I'm soaked
I contracted lung cancer from third hand smoke
And uh, I'm like the frog that's dying to be a prince
The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced
The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket
In a rainstorm, and struck by lightning trying to get it

[Chorus: Irfane Khan-Acito]
And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
I don't like to film, I don't like to film
And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
I don't like to film, I don't like to film
Play it all back, play it all back

Lights, camera, action, let the tape roll
Some scripts get ripped, canned or even sold
Directors vision, producers decision
And raised the budget, because the chase had collisions
Stunt double risks his life just for the thrill
DP checks the gate before the scene gets sealed
Gaffer slapped with a slate for being late
Craft service got nervous and dropped a hundred plates
Leading actor banging an extra in the trailer
Screaming, hitting high notes like Mahalia
Box office hit and a Blockbuster smash
Two hundred mil' budget and still recouped the cash


GZA, the realest member of Wu

Blackula Spectacula
10-13-2009, 08:19 PM



10-13-2009, 08:20 PM
gza, the realest member of wu

10-13-2009, 10:46 PM





10-14-2009, 05:04 AM



1/3 are always on some sort of mix I make. Jeru's verse on that 95 shit, ill shit.

Yeah, I don't know how to do shit on this site yet, I'll learn though.

10-14-2009, 10:57 AM

10-14-2009, 11:25 AM

10-14-2009, 11:48 AM

dope choice, donnie darko spits some means lyrics..

anyway on with the thread premise..

either this -


or this -


a mash-up of both would be 'me' in musical translation.


10-14-2009, 12:05 PM

10-14-2009, 12:55 PM
what's that you posted skamp? haha :b

10-14-2009, 01:08 PM
hahahah i saved them dude, i will be upping remixes soon

10-14-2009, 01:23 PM
cool...you should make a intro pic for the vids with your chops -


but i'll wait til you post the remix before i post that pic of your wife with her squint eye and cum on her mouth,hahaha

Teh KillaBee
10-14-2009, 01:30 PM

10-14-2009, 07:40 PM

10-14-2009, 10:45 PM
^Devin got a whole catalog that's anthem worthy. This one is a classic.

10-14-2009, 11:15 PM
heres another classic
that tragedy khadafi album is a banger. true classic that shit will always be relevant. that was real inspirational when i was younger staring out of those project windows.
some of the realist tracks ever.

10-15-2009, 03:15 AM
props for that tragedy khadafi shit,def a dope ass album,love permenantly scarred.

10-15-2009, 06:36 AM

Mumm Ra
10-15-2009, 08:53 AM
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10-15-2009, 10:23 AM

Teh KillaBee
10-15-2009, 11:04 AM

best tool song ever imo

Teh KillaBee
10-15-2009, 11:06 AM

10-15-2009, 11:11 AM
Some of my fav Tool tracks


10-15-2009, 11:19 AM
Became more like a "post your favorite music" thread, than a "post your anthem" thread. Unless some of you rock like 40 different anthems..that's a possibilty too.

Teh KillaBee
10-15-2009, 11:20 AM
<---- saw Tool on acid. epic qft

Teh KillaBee
10-15-2009, 11:21 AM
ftr Wu is the only (basically) rap I listen to

Teh KillaBee
10-15-2009, 11:23 AM
tool is hijacking this thread


10-15-2009, 11:34 AM
<---- saw Tool on acid. epic qft

You lucky cunt.

10-15-2009, 11:35 AM
Became more like a "post your favorite music" thread, than a "post your anthem" thread. Unless some of you rock like 40 different anthems..that's a possibilty too.

^ Premier advocate of thread rights.

Whens the next thread rights march?

03-18-2010, 07:10 PM
My new anthem....


Somebody call the coastguard, gucci's not a lifeguard, nigga need a surfboard, my swags gone overboard


Mumm Ra
03-18-2010, 07:20 PM
hahahah dude rhymed GUARD with GUARD then BOARD with BOARD

Dr Sleepwalker
03-18-2010, 07:41 PM
Aesop Rock - Battery


[Aesop Rock]
Yo, change the fucking channel.
I burn a coma candle.
When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
We them cats talking noise behind that New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion crawl out.
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids so I'm ready now.
(What you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool,
head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man please
My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, sister moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
Beckoned a long time ago I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment.
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify and picked a rose.
It wilted the second I introduced myself as nervous.
Well, it appears the scars of learning have spoken.
Some are burning, some are frozen.
Some deserve tall tales, some wrote 'em.
Some are just a brutal reprecussion of devotion.
Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion.
Now where I live there's a homeless man.
He sits upon a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn samples*

[Aesop Rock]
And I ain't getting any younger.
My knuckles wear their bruises well.
I've yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, your name is ambiguity.
My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible squawks revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb from gut fuel.
I administer eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a martyr made motor cuz a martyr made motor don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am webbed foot mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a bottle with no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight till that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Now the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
Demoted to thorn crown.
Damn, talk about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my energy's a rental.
So I take this now to say, thank you senorita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life, I'll take that bullet to preserve you.
I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I ain't gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to end*

11th Chamber
03-18-2010, 07:46 PM
My new anthem....



lol. Does OJ really say "Aye" in the background threw like 70% of the song?

Mumm Ra
03-18-2010, 07:50 PM
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a mysterious man with a mysterious past
who came back from the dead to kick some serious ass

Go off bari' like thunder, wrap these niggaz up like Mumm-Ra
off a good touch, samples of Prince Paul mixed with sun raw
Scatter to the four corners, make these bitch rappers mourn us
Let 'em know son, the time of God is upon us
and if they try to call a challenge, throw 'em off balance

Lex Lugor
03-18-2010, 07:57 PM
hahahah dude rhymed GUARD with GUARD then BOARD with BOARD

LMAO yea that rhyme was really PHAT

03-18-2010, 10:45 PM
This plays as I blow out the first good rip off the doobie.


03-19-2010, 05:01 AM
hahahah dude rhymed GUARD with GUARD then BOARD with BOARD

lol. Does OJ really say "Aye" in the background threw like 70% of the song?

LMAO yea that rhyme was really PHAT

It's Guuuci

03-19-2010, 05:09 AM

Real story, like I was
I was playin this, this record
For a friend of mine y'knahmsayin we was just chillin
I was just playin her the album and like
She was like, "Yo I love the record, record is incredible
But y'know something's different
Y'knahmsayin somethin it just ain't the same"
I said nigga that's the point~!

Rapper Big Pooh -
My momma told me that this music was cool
All she ever wanted from me was to graduate from school
But I, had other plans so I bid school adieux
I called Food Lion, had to tell 'em I was through
No more stockin peas and corn
I was born for a much greater purpose, do you this service
Margie got nervous, but timers don't sweat
8 years, I ain't been back yet
Lack of time on your TV sets, no radio spins
Momma askin her son, what he doin for ends
Spendin weeks on the road, ma this ain't for pretend
Unheard to the creme de la creme, keep bouncin
On beats pouncin, cat reflexes
Had yo' attention when I pulled up in Lexus
Big like Texas, G's on the checklist
You ain't gotta ask ma I'm bringin home the breakfast
Gotta respect this

(Momma I got dreams, but dreams don't keep the lights on)
I'm a make money money
And if I can't make it I'm a take money money
What you say buddy buddy?
(Momma I got dreams, but dreams don't keep the lights on)
Bills paid, bank account ensured
Top of the world screamin fuck that, get yours!

Phonte -
I still go the crib and see my niggaz on the corner
Chillin with the pounds on they waist, gettin old
Gettin round in the face and when I hang with them
They ask me if "The Minstrel Show" means I'm ashamed of them
Well - I can't say that I'm proud, but only sayin
Can't say I'm allowed to judge, I'm just glad to see you
Cause truth be told, if my records never sold
And I wasn't raised this bold, nigga I would probably be you
I've been God blessed with the gift to make music
It took me all over the continent
But still got boys on the block and fam, smokin rock
So please, miss me with that conscious shit
I spent many a sleepless night because of it
Until I had to shake that shit off and reach the conclusion
That every now and then you gotta axe yourself
Do you really wanna win or just look good losin?
It's no illusion, yes yes

La la la la la la LAHHHH!
Momma I got dreams...
Momma I got dreams...