The Guess That Lyric Thread

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doublexl

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NSG needs a new game for the summer, yadadamean? So, write a lyric here, and the person below will guess the song and artist to the best of their ability and write a new one. Y'all know the drill. I'll set it off with something easy right here:

And if there's crack in the basement

Crack heads stand adjacent

Anger displacement from food stamp arrangement

You were a still obrn baby

Mother didn't want you

But you were still born

Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone

What you figure?

That chalky outline on the ground is a Father figure?

So he steps to the next stencil

That's a hustler infested with money and diamond cluster

Let's talk in laymen terms

Rotten apples and big worms.....

 
canibal ox- iron galaxy

everyone should get this:

Were no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do i

A full commitments what Im thinking of

You wouldnt get this from any other guy
 
NEW RULE



If they guess your lyrics correctly, give em 10. Right song, wrong artist or vice versa, 5 points...Something along those lines.

thanks for the idea^
 
notorious B.I.G- party and bullshit. thats one of the songs from tommy wallnutss superunknown a couple years back
 
and to get back on the right track:

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from

You can run but you can't hide froever

from these streets that we done took

You walkin' with ya head down scared to look

You shook, cause a'int no such thing as a halfway crook

They're never around when the beef cooks in my part of town...
 
There is no pain, you are receding.

A distant ships smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I cant hear what you're sayin.

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,

Out of the corner of my eye.
 
"Damn, i hate it when it rain

ever since i came in the game

some hated on the fame

alotta niggas in chains that started actin strange

even labels turnin they backs and started back at lames

radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin

these mothafuckas defecatin on the name, wu-tang

if this is where the hip-hop is, radio lyin den that aint where the hip hop is"
 
Here's a fresh one

Larry's Bird flew of Nicholas Cage

Joe texts messages from satchels page

betty write letters w/ ink from seans penn

infinite bars you couldn't tell where the song ends

+5 to anyone who can guess artist and song, +10 to anyone who continues it cause these are the sickest lyrics of all time.
 
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
 
I had to close down everything

I had to close down my mind

Too many things to cover me

Too much can make me blind

I've seen so much in so many places

So many heartaches, so many faces

So many dirty things

You couldn't even believe
 
forgot to add some

these are a lil hard

Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs?

If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm

Strange that is, when all exists are final

Point blank range that is

My attitude is cold and callus

Killed Kings in Tennessee

Presidents in Dallas

And if the past be known, at last we know

What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll

It's what made a widow of Jackie O.

The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though

Fatality shot entered from the right temple

Was not fired from a six-story window

Can it be that it was all so simple,

But yet remains so painful to rekindle

I come through your city I'm hot

Whether you're jiggy or not

Whether your Biggie or 'Pac

"When the Gun Draws"
 
"back in the day when i was just a little nigger

oh i looked up to my nigger-o and begged if i could kick it

so when he went out with girls i could go taggin along

naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat"
 
Now the cops got tanks 'cause the kids got guns

Shrinks pushin' pills on everyone

Cancer from the ocean, cancer from the sun

Straight to Hell we go
 
Blue Scholars right?

right on the tip of my tongue.

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd

The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard

Take it from the Tec-9 holder

They bit and don't let a faint get Ishmael

A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack

Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa

Star shit stoppa be a smart shoppa

Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay

But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em

Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em

Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice

We make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please. The stage is made of panties

From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies

Ban me the dough rake, daddy

The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake

For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man

He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand

On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her

She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster

A whole host of roller coaster riders

Not enough tracks (is it?)

Hot enuff black (for ya)

It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals

Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?

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 Doz pills

Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat

Off sides like how Work rides with Starfleet

Told ya, on some get-riche shit

As he get older he gets colder tha a witch tit

This is it, make no mistakes

Where my nigga go?

Figaro, Figaro

O's beats and my rhumes attack

A scary act

All black like Ms. Mary Mack

Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano

DOOM sings soprano like uno dos y'ano

My momma told me

Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E

Not to be troublesome

But I coul sure use a quick shot of double rum

No stick of bubble gum

I like ice cream

We could skip the wedding

Have anice dream

She only let him stick the head in

 
madvillian-figaro

I hear the same old talk talk talk

The same old lines

Dont do me that today, yeah

If you know whats good for you youll get out of my way cuz

Im crazy and Im hurt

Head on my shoulders

Going...berserk
 
^Nervous Breakdown By Blackflag

Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut

On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right

A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob

They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob

Either that or get smoked like hickory

Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly

Know the stee ?, write a rhyme like a mystery

And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"

 
note: these are explicit

I'm a nigger, he's a nigger, she's a nigger, we some niggers,

wouldn't you like to be a nigger too?

To all my kike niggas, spic niggers, Guinea niggers, chink niggers,

that's right, y'all my niggers too

I'm a nigger, he's a nigger, she's a nigger, we some niggers,

wouldn't you like to be a nigger too?

They like to strangle niggers, blaming niggers, shooting niggers, hanging niggers,

still you wanna be a nigger too?

True
 
this one is going to be tough

spread your love girl on my pancake heart like country churn girl in my

grocery cart i paid for her dreams she tought me to cry like watery nights

like rain from my eyes i can't belive your not mine i can't belive

your not mine margine, margine, margine, margine, margine

i will give u 10/10 karma

if u answer

who is the band?

the song?

what band the band is based off of?

and who is the lead singer?

 
this one should be easy

I got the wild style always been a foul child

My guns go poom-poom and yo guns go pow-pow

Im known to have a hottie open I keep the shottie smokin

Front and get half the bones in your body broken

 
Had to change my number three times you keep callin
Way I move that work my niggaz callin you haulin
Why you always broke your paper lucy you stallin
Every bitch and whip that I got it looks foreign
Had they spent they cool five grand up at the mallin
Hundred thousand dollaz on the Jones now that's flossin
You spent forty thousand on a benz that's ballin?
 
Had to change my number three times you keep callin
Way I move that work my niggaz callin you haulin
Why you always broke your paper lucy you stallin
Every bitch and whip that I got it looks foreign
Had they spent they cool five grand up at the mallin
Hundred thousand dollaz on the Jones now that's flossin
You spent forty thousand on a benz that's ballin?
 
get down on the ground ?

(Hey Mr. Carter)

Hello!

(Tell me where you been?)

Hahaha, you know! Hahaha

(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)

Yeah, Ha-ha, ha I know! Haha
 
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