The best rap lyric ever?

not the best but definately good

I swear to God I just want to *slit* my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red

I'm glad I'm *dead*, a worthless fuckin' buddah head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't,

I can't believe *suicide's* on my fuckin' mind

I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

Naw you wouldn't understand

You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone

She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

 
Go ahead and grip glocks

I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots

You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I'll watch you topple flat

Put away your rings and holla back

Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits

By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches

What you preach is worthless

Your worship defeat the purpose

Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service

Beyond what ya'll fathom

I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em

Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm

Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick

In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist

Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague

Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade

So if I catch you bluffin'

Faggot, you're less than nothing

I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

 
Bitches in the back looking righteous

In a tight dress, i think i might just

Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun

And have fun with Jamaician rum

Conversations, blunts in rotation

My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and

we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking

If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking

Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm

She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"

I'm hittin' skins again

Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken

Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out

Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

party and bullshit-BIGGIE
 
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game

But I overstand they truth is all lame

I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames

Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name

Nas - too real, Nas - true king

It's however you feel, g'head, you swing

Your arms too short to box with god

I don't kill soloists only kill squads

Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"

Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys

I seen it comin

Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do

Came in with my style, so I fathered you

I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"

Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with

Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...

If I, ever make a record

I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit

But look at me now, ten years deep

Since the project, ??

I never asked to be top of rap's elite

Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets

But look at me now

nas

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops

Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop

I wonder when the world stopped caring last night

Two kids shot while the whole block staring

I will never understand this society, first they try

to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed

All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's

crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies

flee when they see me, believe me

Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen

Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan

and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again

I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners

Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya

One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse

full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Pac
 
Analyze the strength of my game like Lee Corso

Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso

And of course yo ya know im no stranger to danger,

like Christ in a manger. Feel a whole range of my anger.

I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound.

And beat down these rap clowns in three rounds.

 
gangstarr

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near

Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere

Why do bad things happen, to good people?

Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil

The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin

to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations

Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin

Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin

Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy

Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high

Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate

the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate

But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before

So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
 
everything in New York State of Mind, and on a less serious note, one of my favorite rhymes ever is from ludacris in Pimpin all over the world:

"Hawaii to D.C. there's plenty of women to see,

so if your ass don't show up there's more women for me."
 
Thats not good at all.. I hope you posted that as a joke...

These are some lines with incredible rhyme schemes.

"I write it for me, and if ya like it; that's love

and it ya don't thats life

cause life don't like Slug"

"The name is DOOM, don't play it out

or spray it when ya say it out ya mouth"

"Do not stand still both show skills close, but no crills, toast for po' ills post no bills

coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill go chill not supposed to overdose, no doze pills"
 
put the phone on your butt its a booty call

and im comin to bust nuts on all yall

and then im out

half a blunt hangin out my mouth

speedin like a demon on 101 south

i smoke chewy like a muthafuckin nut

if ya got a gram bag get the zagz and roll her up

this andre nickatina tiger comin out the cuts

maximum speed drivin i dont give a fuck

the lyrics suck though kinda you ahve to hear it with the music but thats scottie 15-andre nickatina

and i like

im from the era or rhyme, reagan

and from my dress code and my style tiga ya you know what im slangin'

valentine heart shooter

pinky nail for real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter

a pit bull terrier carries in the area

and he really aint sharin ya

add a two door straight pirrhana

i keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla

skinny baby done dollar

and when i rip theese raps to gat ya back it aint no prada

nicky is a matter doer

yo whatcha get it for

its like rain when the money pour

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area

and he really aint sharin ya

i keep it dark as darth vader

i keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors

three bullets just grazed ya

and i cant believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya

it was the ultimate caper

and as the year pass i fear we talk about paper

pitbull terrier by andre nickatina, also better with music

and then biggie just slay in who shot ya
 


"Rip the stereo in an instinct and then i twist up a budlight and ence it

I get high and start taking out wack niggas that fly up in the sky use my lyrics as a trigga always pull it let the bullet slide through to the left go underground without digging so far end up in west trying your style son liek you been eating some bad vagina the unseen you uncleen niggas mad cus they cant find us we step we rep we coming out of the gates we can do it for tapes cus madlibs got the beattapes lord quas in the end always won the sweepstakes"
 
yeah this IS it.

and i really think its ence cus incense would make no sense

enseing is like chugging shit
 
Title: Vanilla Ice - Fuck Me lyrics

Artist: Vanilla Ice

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As I continue the journey to get your eardrums straight

Now pay attention to this flow, there’s no reason to hate

Now watch me show your state, and let me state how I do it

Sit back and just listen to the music

You get sucked up in this melody

Hell’ll be the ones that lay down and get caught up in their jealousy

(huh) they’re telling white lies now realize I caught it from the top

And I can see it in your eyes

You’re the fool in the suit

You’re the fool in the suit

You’re the fool, you’re the fool

You’re the fool

F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do

You whack bastard - and there ain³g nothing you can do

F_ck you - there ain³g nothing you can do

You whack bastard - nothing you can do

Like a phony acting like that you was my homey

Like genuine you tried to ride me like a pony

I’m the only that’s gonna shine, so forget it

You critics who wasn’t with it

Mad cause I flipped it back on ya’

Blowin up the spot like kazinsky on safety

Blaze another track cause i³` simply hot to trot

Gotta make a knot, get the people into it

When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the spot

Now tell me if you know how I’m coming, nose running

To get a glimpse at the most stunning and cunning

And never will I change a format and now you know

I can’t go for that

You’re the fool in the suit

You’re the fool in the suit

You’re the fool, you’re the fool

F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do

You whack bastard - and there ain’t nothing you can do

Fuck you - there ain’t nothing you can do

You whack bastard - nothing you can do

F_ck that bullsh_t...you f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak bastard...

F_ck vanilla ice...he sucks...he eats sh_t...f_ck vanilla ice

(yelling)i hope you got more sh_t than that you weak motherf_cker!

And there ain’t nothing you can do

And there ain’t nothing you can do

One short life and I can’t die

Some got more pricks than a motherf_ckin porcupine

Still I’m waiting, waiting to die

Cause I burn like your mother says, boil like your father’s pride

You’re the fool in the suit

You’re the fool in the suit

You’re the fool, you’re the fool

You’re the fool

F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do

You whack bastard - and there ain’t nothing you can do

F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do

You whack bastard - nothing you can do

F_ck you...you white a**...bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer park...bi_ch...

F_cking...f_ck you...cheap, worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack a**...

Ice ice baby, ice ice biaaaatch!

Ha ha ha
 
as i walk through the valley where i harvest my grain

i take a look at my wife and realize that shes very plain

but thats just perfect for an amish like me

you know we shun fancy things like electricity

at 4:30 in the morning im milkin cows

jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows fool

and ive been milkin and plowin for so long that

even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone

im a man of the land im into discipline

got a bible in my hand and a beard on my chin

and if i finish all of my chores and you finish dining

then tonight were gonna party like its 1699

weird al yankovic-amish paradise
 
'fucka 5k1 check his psi send his air to the top if hes snithing.....snitching......need a song' G Code Geto Boys i forgot most of it sry

'i wanna be a jedi so my eyes can see, victory is mine yah suprisingly"

'Two trailer park girls go round me outside' lol M&M
 
"Nas - Rewind"

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done

Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga

Now he back to square one

Screamin, "Shoot don't please"

I put my fifth back on my hip

It's like a VCR rewindin a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch

My caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin reverse, slowly prepared

My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC

I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell"

She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick

Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind

Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one

And that's about the time the story begun

That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"

[Message Beep]

Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?

Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man

I found him, right now, I see him right now!

Let's kill him)

[Message Beep]

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
 
yup.

My favorite: Biggy - Victory. Too bad puff daddy had to have a shitty verse on that song.

My favorite part I put in bold.

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em

He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em

You heard of us, the murderers, most shady

Been on the low lately, the feds hate me

The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant

You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin

Duct tapin, your fam destiny

Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist

Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal

Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars

And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike

Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson

Action, pack guns, ridiculous

And im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch

Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch

Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso

Now you call me castro, my rap flows

Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit

Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes

You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone

Hold hands and say it like me

The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic

Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic

Park did quick to spark kids who start shit

See me, only me

The underboss of this holocaust

Truly yours, frank white
 
inscent makes shit smell good, lots of people burn them when they are smoking so it doesnt stink like weed as bad.
 
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality

Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary

And my mentality is, money orientated

I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters

But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners

Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin

Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition

Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us

Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go

but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough

so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors

me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers

Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high

Cause life's a bitch and then you die
 
Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins

To hear the plane to crystal conscious

To results a low life counting on one hand what he's

accomplished

Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep

Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging

I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men

Now he's got soul

Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle

I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams

Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm

And if one night in Gotham without the wretched

Houston we have a problem

Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins

Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow

Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow

Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus

Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering

Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman

Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that

pussy

Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests

Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the

princess

Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh

hold

Stomach full of halo kibbles

Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker

tape

Vision and pick apart the pixels

I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace

When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast

Metal Captain!

This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion

I told him: 'Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him'
 
yeah, no shit, haha

i meant like i thought ence it would sound better cus everyone round here always ence's bud lights
 
the best rap lyric is my own but its not done yet someone finish it for me

*yea boooyy*

*we talkin bout poops*

*poops*

ya go to tha toilet

ya make a few poops

*poops poops*

you thought you would pee but ya dropped a brown load

dont even tell me bout the spicy chicken runs

*poops doop plop bob wow*

the poops be droppin down the sewage pipes

smellin really bad nononobody likes it

*poopsssss.....*

 
k'naan (talking about somalia)

So if you go there please have Jesus walk with you

cause police can't protect you

thou we humble like the earth and we'll talk with you

since danger and they empty a chamber at your court tissues

trust that, brag about bustin a nine milimeter but what's that?

out there we call it popcorn

bricks chipped exemplify the lives torn

truth is there's only amusement in their music

and I gotta water down my thoughts

cause if it came hardcore to the brain like I use it

the radio would refuse it

and it's misfortune cause you'll never hear me

the labels will divorce me cause they fear me

and no one will buy my record and I'll remain the broken anthropologist my people live hungry with no apologies my mother old and grey in the ghetto hopin I'll get a job hopin I'll get a job and conform before my forth child is born... that's nothin to be proud of... shake the thought off

goodness gracious it's been hard and after so many troubles only love is in my heart

so how can I be hated on?

I am awaited on

I know the tune so well and I use it to my advantage

I am unnaceptable but oh well god damn it I guess they stuck with me

and I'm never corny like those rap suckas be

and I fight rhymes sometimes cause they fuck with me

flow so properly that I leak buckets

be so luckily for you, I'm hear

My god could you imagine livin in a ghetto so hard

no facad this is real oh my god

could you imagine livin in a city so fierce

no police better hand than your own god

could you imagine this is where the kids all dance

growin up to be murderers my god

could you imagine this is where we come from
 
Can't argue with Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch:

Vibrations good like Sunkist

Many wanna know who done this

Marky Mark and I'm here to move you

Rhymes will groove you

And I'm here to prove to you

That we can party on the positive side

And pump positive vibes

So come along for the ride

Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation

So feel the vibration

Vibrations good like Sunkist

Many wanna know who done this

Marky Mark and I'm here to move you

Rhymes will groove you

And I'm here to prove to you

That we can party on the positive side

And pump positive vibes

So come along for the ride

Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation

So feel the vibration

Donnie D's on the back up

Drug free, so put the crack up

No need for speed

I'm the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E my

Body is healthy

My rhymes make me wealthy

And the Funky Bunch helps me

To bring you a show with no intoxication

Come on feel the vibration

 
i fucking hate immortal technique but this is just absolutely sick.

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done

I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun

my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch

like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch

and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap

trying to control perspective like an acid flashback

but here's a quotable for every single record exec

get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X

but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie

and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me

curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me

Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams

no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes

I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend

cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream

and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots

I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets

and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker

I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker

and murder counter revolutionaries personally

break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury

ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots

offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks

your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches

that line "i leave you full of clips (eclipse) like the moon blockin the sun" thats tight.

 
They wanna know who's my role model

It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)

Hennessy

 
Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool

We need a few more half naked women up in the pool

And hold this MAC-10 that's all covered in jewels

And can you please put your titties closer to the 22s?

And where's the champagne? We need champagne

Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand

And now hold up your chain slow motion through the flames

Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain

But not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin

I wonder if it knows what the world is keepin

Up both sleeves while he lay there dreamin

Me and my robot tip-toe 'round creepin

I had to turn my back on what got you paid

I couldn't see half the hood on me like Abu Ghraib

But I'd like to thank the streets that drove me crazy

And all the televisions out there that raised me, I was

daydreamin'-Lupe Fiasco

 
Lyric/flow, with no doubt in my mind is Common - Resurrection.... I mean, I have yet to hear any better, ever. I know there are more powerful, meaningful verses all over the place, but this is lyrically probably the most intricate and well put together song.

I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in

That be scatterin

Over the globe will my vocals be travellin

Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin

Grammatics that are masculine

I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads

I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP

I went against all odds and got a even steven

Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin

But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise

I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize

I analyze where I rest my eyes

And chastise the best of guys with punchlines

I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time

For your mind like one time

If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine

cause I deliver like the Sun-Times

Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine

I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine

Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit

This rap shit is truly outta control

My style is too developed to be arrested

It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole

They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell

I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail

A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury

I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me

Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints

They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense

I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light

I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight

Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe

Imaginations in flight

I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright

Get open like on gym nights

And in fights I send rights

Don't hook with skins my friends like

I spend nights up in dykes

In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades

I got it made

I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums

Come from a tribe of bums

Hooked on negro and mums

Had to halt with the, malt liquor

Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz

Now my speech is lost quicker

Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker

U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker

U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker

U Ak got my back and we don't now check it

I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga

But it's my turn to go I gotta go

And I'm gone with the storm

 
9-1-1 wasn’t a joke

pistols blaze, young guns get lost in the smoke

there’s a war going on between the rich and the broke

it’s in the streets, worldwide, overseas and under oath

from day one man was flawed, we fall daily

no man is perfect, word, but we can keep working

fulfill our purpose, before we’re gone with the wind

storing treasures for the final days and focus on the end (result)

the vinyl plays and I write, my minds stays in the light

and sprays a rhyme to ignite freedom

I’m feeling like it’s all over

standing in the cold to be reminded that I’m still breathing

and I’m leaving this state of mind that got me depressed

all the desires of the flesh, get put to rest

and understand, we can live free in harsh reality

and shine light, when it’s to dark to see

Keep on, sun rise to sun fall

get your back up off the wall and keep

Keep on, we in this together, good and bad weather

only the soul lasts forever

Keep on, sun rise to sun fall

get your back up off the wall and keep

Keep on, focus on the permanent things

we can’t always trust what we see
 
They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do

You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

Nobody's invincible no plan is foolproof

We all must meet our moment of truth

Verse One: Guru

The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with

could set you up and wet you up nigga peep the language

It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you

or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through

Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks

it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back

That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust

It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust

But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point

So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

You know I be the masterof the who what where and why

See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya

Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya

down, just like some shellfish in a bucket

cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm

But just as you'll receive what is comin to you

Everybody else is gonna get theirs too

I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute

That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge

You may not know the harships people don't speak of

It's best to step back, and observe with couth

For we all must meet our moment of truth

Verse Two: Guru

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near

Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere

Why do bad things happen, to good people?

Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil

The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin

to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations

Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin

Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin

Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy

Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high

Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate

the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate

But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before

So I oughta be able, to withstand some more

But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo

I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind

I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine

My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind

And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine

But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime

And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes

So like they say, every dog has it's day

And like they say, God works in a mysterious way

So I pray, remembering the days of my youth

As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

("You should know the truth

And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the

Weight?_)

Verse Three: Guru

Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start

Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart

Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines

You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes

Crack the spines of the fake gangsters

Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters

Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?

Or will you be looked upon strangely?

I reign as the articulator, with the greater data

Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam

While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots

I explore more, to expose the core

A lot of MC's, act stupid to me

And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity

But anyway it's just another day

Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it

You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it

The king of monotone, with my own throne

Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones

Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight

Your image and your business, were truly not done right

Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors

You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya

No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y

I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending

My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse

Cause you must meet your moment of truth

First Chorus
 
I wouldn't say the BEST but I really like

Sirius - F**K up's lyrics

It's dark at night, i miss the sunlight/

Miss saying things

like, thanks I'm alright/

when you ask me, how I'm feeling/

well

I'm happy, when I'm dreaming/

It's a whole 'nother world in my head/

when

i close my eyes in my bed/

I make up places and people/

Replace

myself if i need to/

Three little birds on my doorstep/

I see what

he means when i go there/

so peaceful so quiet/

Alone, but self

reliant/
 
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