Rap

[layton]

Post deleted by michael_layton

[olyclimber]

gyselinck, this little display makes me wonder. What is up? Why all the hate?

[layton]

yeah! i figured someone stole his password or something!

[AlpineK]

 

Too bad they blurred the gun.

[gyselinck]

What the heck? Who stole my password?

[catbirdseat]

I was wondering, because gyselinck doesn't post to spray much. But I agree that rap "sucks donkey balls", as trask would put it.

[Dru]

Welcome To The Terrordome

 

I got so much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Here's your ticket

Hear the drummer get wicked

The crew to you to push the back to Black

Attack so I sat and japped

Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)

Now I'm ready to mike it

(You know I like it) huh

Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"

Never be a brother like to go solo

Lazer, anastasia, maze ya

Ways to blaze your brain and train ya

The way I'm livin', forgiven'

What I'm givin' up

X on the flex hit me now

I don't know about later

As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid

Man I've had it up to here

Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear

Rhetoric said

Read just a bit ago

Not quittin' though

Signed the hard rhymer

Work to keep from gettin' jerked

Changin' some ways

To way back in the better days

Raw metaphysically bold

Never followed a code

Still dropped a load

Never question what I am God knows

Cause it's comin' from the heart

What I got better get some

(Get on up) hustler of culture

Snakebitten

Been spit in the face

But the rhymes keep fittin'

Respects been givin' how's ya livin'

Now I can't protect a pad off defect

Check the record

An reckon an intentional wreck

Played off as some intellect

Made the call, took the fall

Broke the laws

Not my fault they're fallin' off

Known as fair square

Throughout my years

So I growl at the livin' foul

Black to the bone my home is your home

So welcome to the Terrordome

Subordinate terror

Kickin' off an era

Cold deliverin' pain

My 98 was 87 on a record yo

So now I go Bronco

 

Crucifixion ain't no fiction

So called chosen frozen

Apology made to who ever pleases

Still they got me like Jesus

I rather sing, bring, think reminisce

'Bout a brother while I'm in sync

Every brother ain't a brother cause a color

Just as well could be undercover

Backstabbed, grabbed a flag

From the back of the lab

Told a Rab get off the rag

Sad to say I got sold down the river

Still some quiver when I deliver

Never to say I never know or had a clue

Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard

Lies, scandalizin', basin'

Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?

I rope a dope the evil with righteous

Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even

C'mon down

And welcome to the Terrordome.

Caught in the race against time

The pit and the pendulum

Check the rhythm and rhymes

While I'm bendin' 'em

Snakes blowin' up the lines of design

Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em

How to fight the power

Cannot run and hide

But it shouldn't be suicide

In a game a fool without the rules

Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize

Every brother ain't a brother

Cause a Black hand

Squeezed on Malcom X the man

The shootin' of Huey Newton

From a hand of a * who pulled the trigger

 

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else

When you destroy yourself

First nothing's worse than a mother's pain

Of a son slain in Bensonhurst

Can't wait for the state to decide the fate

So this jam I dedicate

Places with racist faces

Just an example of one of many cases

The Greek weekend speech I speak

From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)

I don't smile in the line of fire

I go wildin'

But it's on bass and drums even violins

Watcha do gitcha head ready

Instead of gettin' physically sweaty

When I get mad

I put it down on a pad

Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'

Fear of high rollin'

God bless your soul and keep livin'

Never allowed, kickin' it loud

Droppin' a bomb

Brain game intellectual Vietnam

Move as a team

Never move alone

But

Welcome to the Terrordome

[Dru]

Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo

I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals

Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes

the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you

But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you

I still remember the window of the car that you went through

That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through

And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you

Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you

Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you

You see the truth is

Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is

And who I'm still cool wit

Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with

Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*

Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions

Move units, then talk shit and we can do this

Until then - I ain't even speakin your name

Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same

Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors

It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em

That's the difference

[EWolfe]

Kool Mo Dee:

 

To the break of dawn

To the, to the, to the

Times up punk

Yea yea time to settle the score

To the break of dawn, another dumb move

Ha, ha, ha this time it’s over boy

This is me and you, head to head, let’s go

 

Here we go, beat down round 2

Heads up punk ’cause it all comes down to

Me and you, face to face, head to head

Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said

To the break of dawn, beats nitro

Lyrics weak, say goodnight ’cho

Star trek shades, man cut the joke

Let’s get serious and go for broke

You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull

Victor before you pull it off you thought mr. pitiful

Here’s some mouthwash, g

Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, c-

A-u-s-e, you’re rhyme didn’t mean

? d-o-d-d? , junior moe dee

Stop biting, chewing, swallowing

Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing

Raise up son, I need jock relief

Here’s a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth

You swallow it, yea, finish, burp

Now let a real man go to work

’cause I’m a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby

Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies

Cut ya like a knife ’cause you’re nuthin but hype

You slice and dice and ice twice for life

I’m a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes

Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes

Keep talking about me and I’ll keep pimping

Just bring me that money and take this last whipping

How can one man be so dumb

You’re trying to come off and don’t know how to come

You’re young and dumb and quick at the tongue

You high strung bum come and get done

I’ll do you wit a death blow

 

(chorus)

Kill ’em kill ’em

I’ll hit ya wit a death blow

 

My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma

’cause you can’t hang without a high school diploma

Your brain of fatigue, you’re out of your league

You’re running out of gas and you’re tank is on e

Somebody buy him a heart ’cause he’s petro

Take you’re whipping like a man brother let go

No apologies, tears of violence

Get your black suits ’cause I ain’t smiling

I’m shooting the gift of gab, brother you’re ripped in half

Soon as the mic is past, you won’t live to laugh

If there’s laughter, I’ll get the last one

You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one

So who’s got no style, look at your profile

You can’t dance, can’t dress and you’re so foul

Still wearing played out 4 finger rings

Played out fat gold chains and things

You changed your look now change your gameplan

Trying to dress but you still wear name brand

Brother, you look crazy weak

And it gets worse when we hear you speak

So you ain’t got a chance in hell

You’ll be known as the late ll

The man who lost one, one too often

Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin

A close casket they won’t show ya

When I finish, you’re mama won’t know ya

’cause I’m a rip you limb from limb

You tombstone read he had no win

So rip, rest in peace, rip ’em

D.i.d., dead indeed, did ’em

A h-i-t, hitman, so whatcha hit ’em wit

A rhyme silencer, I hit ’em wit a death blow

 

Chorus

 

If mama said knock me out, come do it

You can’t win and that (record scratch) knew it

I’m a send you home in a body bag

Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag

You’re out of here, over, finished, all in

And marly marl can’t save you from fallin

’cause as soon as you came back what did you do

To the break of dawn, another dumb move

You can’t go hard, you’re just so-so todd

I’m that type of guy, oh my god

It’s gets no rougher comes no weaker

Marly hooked the beats so now you need a

Writer to bring you back from hell

Because I’m a rock up l

Low life loser, life like luna

Lafidasical, lispless luna

Tic liver lifeless, living likeness

Lusting longing lyrics like this

Little league, lard larsonist liar

Label ledger, left the leper liar

Bull, lull, lateral learning

Laps language latent lurking

Language, language, local logo

Light laboring, limited local

Now ll’s a laughing stock

’cause I bit that ass to the last stop

I watched you fall like hitler fell

And now you’re down to a broken l

You’re records ain’t hot and you’re shows don’t sell

Yo, tell ’em how you fell l, hard as hell

You came back and you thought you had me

But think about it, whos’ your daddy

 

Kill ’em... big daddy, I don’t want none...

I did ’em wit a death blow

To the break of dawn

To the, to the, to the, get him out of here

[whoohoonickieclimbs]

wow-ok

[whidbey]

is there really that much of a difference between Eminem and System?.. like em both but really.. it's all about fuck the system. Can't really argue with it.

[chirp]

[whidbey]

that's gross... chirp!

[Dr_Flash_Amazing]

my religion is rap

R-A-P

R-E-A-L-I-T, why, G?

'cause when I rock street, kids rejoice

I've got crazy styles, but still it's mostly the voice

the voice that gets you up

yeah, mostly the voice, that gets you buck

a lotta rappers got flavor

and some got skills

but if your voice ain't dope

then you need to chill

 

Ahh, give it up for Gang Starr, GURU & DJ Premier in the house, baby!

[whidbey]

Yellow Brick Road Lyrics

 

 

 

[intro]

What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you wish to be

saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or

which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should

move up from our parents station and each generation should do a little bit better.

 

[Verse 1- Eminem]

Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough

Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up

Let's take this shit back to bassmint

And we can disscuss statements thats made on this tape

And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love

The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy

Let's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit

Crossin 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory

I'd like to share a story, this is my story and cant no body tell it for me

You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here

You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere

From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there

From the black side all the way to the white side

Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide

You may call it a past I call it haulin my ass

Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks

Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks

Them good old notorious oh well known tracks

 

[Chorus x2]

Come on lets go back

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

I once used to call home sweet home

 

[Verse 2- Eminem]

I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter

Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike

Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke

And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard

And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark

To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark

To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's

Thats about the time I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the steps

At Osbourne handing out some flyers, he was doin some talent shows

At Centerline High, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime

He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme

I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place

And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike

We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit with compound syllables sound combined

From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line

 

[Chorus x2]

Come on lets go back

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

I once used to call home sweet home

 

[Verse 3- Eminem]

My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school

It was cool till your man MC Sham came through

And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the clan makes troops

It was rumors but man god damned they flew

Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes

I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land swayed too

And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news

Guess who came through next, X clam debut

Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green

With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend

We don't fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums

Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions

Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant

Me and my man Howard and would go to the mall with 'em

All over our necks like we're showin 'em off not knowin at all

We was bein laughed at you ain't even half black

You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that

And that Flavor Flave clock we gon' have to snatch that

All I remember is meetin back at Manix's basement

Sayin how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this

Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time

She was tryna two time me and there was this black girl

At our school who thought I was cool cuz I rapped so she was kinda eyein me

And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gon' say it plus

The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs

The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it

Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time

But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy

And thats the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl

But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad

But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize

I was wrong cuz no matter what color a girl is she still a (bitch?)

 

[Chorus x2]

Come on lets go back

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

I once used to call home sweet home

 

 

This says it all!!!!!!

[Skeezix]

Rap sucks. I can listen to some trip hop though.

[whidbey]

When trail running, something about emimem get's me going.. along with system of a down/acdc and just about anything with a beat! Beats the shit out of most new stuff.

[EWolfe]

 

Chemical Brothers and Crystal Method do it for me.

[whidbey]

that works for me also... beat man.

[dirt]

gyselink has obviously never heard the streets

[John Frieh]

Someone stole his password. gyselinck generally doesn't post in spray.

[whoohoonickieclimbs]

 

Blackhappy- my favorite

Gravity kills.......gets me to ride for miles.

What the hell does this have to do with climbing?

[John Frieh]

What the hell does this have to do with climbing?

 

Nothing. That's what spray is.

 

Welcome to cc.com

[whoohoonickieclimbs]

I couldn't help but ask......

[whoohoonickieclimbs]

Now I feel retarded.........