"I Live Around DJ's, B-Boys, Emcees
Through Rap Never Thinking Airwaves Are T.V.s
It Was Strictly All About Magnificant Rhyme Clout"
Last edited by Guarded By Martyrs; 12-14-2008 at 10:58 PM.
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it-GZA from Protect Yo Neck
Tommy aint my Muthafuckin Boy, when you fake moves on a nigga you employ, well ill emerge of the set, now you god damn, i show Livin Large niggas how to flip a Def Jam, and Ruff up the muthafuckin house, cuz i slober you Cold Chillin muthafucka, i still Warner Brother, im Ruthless my Clan dont have to act wild, that shit is JIVE
gotta read the Labels, the way he just mashed on the industry and i bet half them didnt even know at the time
- Rep Power
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy equip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
and equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
FUCKING CRAZY, DUN
Originally Posted by Art Vandelay
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
The artistic effect of this one is pretty heavy. "underground - match, industry - ignited", the contrast is heavy.
Herbal vapors and biblical papers...Smokin' Exodus (t)...every square yard is plush
Always reminds me of him and
Picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts...
Originally Posted by IrOnMaN
Swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seasaws....
...like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood news stand, a wild middle eastern bomb specialist, initiated at eleven to be a terrorist, he set bombs in bottles of champagne and when niggas popped the cork, niggas lost half they brains...
The sharpshooters hit the prosecutors, judges are sent photographs of their wives takin' baths along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe, take it or committ suicide...
Originally Posted by IrOnMaN
A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds.
^^That reminds me...
"We Were At The Same Table When The Chips Where Checked...
A Gambling Rebel Who Inspects The Deck"
"My Wu-Tang Logo On The Back Of Her Kimono"
"Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat"
"I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips
An ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip"
"hip hop's all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch"
That's a fucking great track ^
"Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break loops and trample shit while I stomp"
Technically, if a rhyme was 'half short', it would be double in length, as long as it meant half [as] short, of course.
whole shadowboxing verse from start to finish
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them niggaz can't see
must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions
cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session