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  1. #16


    fuck off, I don't complain about what you like
    Ghostface says fake words, like sprinkle noodles
    on your hembri...the fucks a hembri?


  2. #17


    You stated your opinion, I stated my comment, just leave it at that.

  3. #18


    the line in my sig.

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    Quote Originally Posted by deadlymelody View Post
    A lot of Gunit, Necro, and Ill Bill in this thread, which is not a good thing.

    Exactly what i was thinking
    I just don't like you, thats all.

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    "When I go out, I'ma go out shooting,
    I don't mean when I die, I mean when i go out to the club, stupid" - Eminem

    "Oh, you want me to watch my mouth?
    How, take my fucking eyeballs out and turn em around" - Eminem

    "I grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle" - Eminem

    "My life's like kinda what my wife's like,
    Fucked up after I beat her fuckin ass everynight, Ike" - Eminem

    "If I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz,
    It'd be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this,
    Sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother,
    I'd still fuck her with no rubber, come inside her and have a new son and a new brother,
    at the same time, and just say that it aint mine" - Eminem

    "I don't even believe in breathing,
    I'm leavin air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it" - Eminem

    I could go on, thats just the Marshall Mathers LP. If you don't like old Eminem, you can eat a dick

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    "I came out my momma pussy, I'm on welfare"
    36 years old still on welfare!" ODB R.I.P.

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    CORNED BEEF SAMMICH b-dolo's Avatar
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    verbal boss, wu-tang holocaust, fuck around and leave you with a mouthful of murder sauce. GHOSTFACE
    fuck fist fights and lane scuffles, pillow case to your face so the shells muffled, shoot you daughter in the calf muscle, fuck a tussle, nickel-plated, sprinkle coke on the floor make it drug related, the most hated. BIGGIE SMALLS
    I'm soul-less, heart filled with coldness, bonded to uphold this, till I'am left to die from oldness. AZ

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    Slap her wit the dick!
    Slap her wit the dick!
    Slap her wit the dick! -- Chris Rock

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    "I breaks it down to the bone gristle
    Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
    Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
    Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
    Before it happen
    You know about them fucking Staten
    Kids they smashin
    Everything up, in any shape form or fashion
    Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
    Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm" - Method Man
    I just don't like you, thats all.

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    So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game
    It's like a fuckin' outbreak of small Pox ('Pacs).

    My hip hop status is C-Section,
    Cuz i'm a cut above you pussies


    My karma's the comma that leaves you in a coma
    Hyphen dot dot semi-colon
    Leave you semi-swollen
    Question mark, you pregnant?
    Oh you're not, I love you period.

    Chino XL.

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    Just because it's postive,doesn't mean it's something I feel,keep it real- One Be Lo
    Wu Tang Forever.

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    4 corners, 4 seasons,
    4 emcees with 4 reasons to bring this game to its knees
    and why you down there, suck my dick
    my whole motto is fuck it
    hit the smoke shop and blow my budget
    emcees abusing my bitch, using my shit
    i'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
    now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
    go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
    i do my best work stressed out and under pressure
    deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
    im still wild, still Tical
    still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
    sing a song a six pins
    pocket full of chips
    too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
    now this here something that we don't rehearse
    put that rap shit second and hip-hop first.. (Meth "4 Seasons")


    It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
    On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
    I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
    Thug therapist, my clan's too original
    My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
    Too digital for y'all common street criminals
    Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
    We can get off the mic and get a little physical
    I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
    Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
    Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
    Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
    I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
    I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
    Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
    And I won't stop rockin till I retire (Street Life "Run 4 Cover")

    Straight out the gate, meet Tony
    Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
    Banana Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with power rose
    Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
    Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
    We in the spot, guns go off though
    Came out his mask it was Ollie North
    Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
    Congratulations on your new flick
    Burn it dead who max the most
    Word up you got the most Clarks
    Bravehearts spin this
    For under come down in the pale he need minutes
    Told y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
    Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guiness
    Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
    Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
    Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
    Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey (Ghostface "Run 4 Cover")


    Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
    Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa)
    Loc'in, steady chokin off that potent smoke
    and runnin from the po-po now
    Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
    Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
    Puff, puff puff to the brain shot
    Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
    Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk
    They pump bone, so leave 'em alone
    You don't wanna get shut down
    Thug runnin the nine-quad,
    and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style
    So what now? see the bone thug claim,
    thug never gonna change, so flame up
    Sit back and just smoke the same cut,
    Leatherface on the creep, I came up (Krayzie Bone "Thuggish Ruggish Bone")


    Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
    'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red.
    And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
    because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
    Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
    I know what to do with that vest, man
    Twenty-two shots. I killa.
    You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga.
    And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
    'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
    'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherfuck all coppers,
    Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.

    Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
    Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop (Wish Bone "No Surrender")


    Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
    And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
    They done labelled my nigga psychotic
    Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,
    Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
    So when my niggas trail,
    Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,
    Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,
    How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,
    Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
    Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,
    Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech
    Gotta let 'em know which way was on,
    We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
    Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,
    We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
    All we was thinking is don't get caught
    Nigga like me get the gun running
    Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
    Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,
    And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,
    Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo,
    Bailing back on wid my troops,
    I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas
    That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,
    Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
    Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
    And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks
    Busted ah U, then put that bitch in reverse
    And I get the swish and I push the button
    That boy came out the trunk and,
    Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,
    Back in the other direction,
    Po-po came quick then heat up,
    Niggas blast at each other,
    Open up they doors and they get they feet up,
    I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,
    Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
    So the niggas they follow behind me
    We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
    Came up quick to the hideout
    Wait until midnight till we ride out,
    Hit ah car so we can drive out,
    While we waited we all got fried out, fool
    If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,
    Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go (Krayzie Bone "Down 71")


    Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
    Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
    from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
    Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
    Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
    Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
    Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
    You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
    Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
    De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
    I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
    He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
    Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
    Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
    Just consider the unparallel advantage
    Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage (GZA "Reunited")


    Now all pay tribute to this entity
    A spark that surges through the undergrowth
    Overwhelmin the populace from the entry
    The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged
    from this elite fleet
    I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
    Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
    Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
    Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggaz
    feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off
    and spray, an array of shots
    that travel downwind, just respect my pyrhiffic pen
    as I send, the minds of the weak
    To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land
    as we stand, expanding our CREAM
    A dollar to every grain of sand
    Let the mind use the physical as planned (Masta Killa "For Heavens Sake")


    What do you do
    when the police kick in your door like 'get on the floor'
    Shoot you in the back
    cause who you are and where you at's against the law
    You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal possible
    Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin with them hospitals
    Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
    But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
    By these black kings that pack gatlings
    to make a rat sing like Nat King
    Before they start blasting (blow!)
    With no accuracy, handling they beef in the public
    Now an innocent child got a bag for a stomach
    Property value plumit every time a shot is fired (c'mon)
    People feelin betrayed so they take the street to riot
    Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire block
    Politicians say it's time to march
    But people is past that, ready to blast at whatever comin
    From the master or theoval office, niggas is sick of runnin
    Yeah, all my soldiers, raise it up, c'mon, now
    (Bust ya guns) yeah, Kweli with dead prez, c'mon (Talib Kweli "Sharp Shooters")


    I push my levels to zero without distortin
    Boost two compression enhancers the message I'm recordin
    Live from California, warnin night to mornin
    The illest squad this side of Earth is now formin
    itself into a whirlwind, spin pattern the outcome
    be tragic, tell me what you want I still doubt them
    I hit up the beat unique
    For seven-eighths I levitate, hit save not delete
    You could get in the game, but who's ahead in the race?
    To a duststorm, when it clears there's no trace
    of where I was, was not, or how I got there
    The image you recall so clear has disappeared (Evidence "Right and Exact")

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