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[Verse Four: Cappadonna]
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherf*ckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long d*ck hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son f*ck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that sh*t is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like p*ssy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin
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big topic, will return with contributions

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best I could do, my inability to think of some real hardcore gutter verses is pissing me off, my mind is blank. someone get the ball rolling. thread has certified wile out potential.
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CHECK OUT THE RAP KINGPIN, THE BLACK JESUS

I KNOW A FEW N****S SNIFF COKE, IT CAUSE SEIZURES

etc. etc.

*****

LET ME START FROM THE BEGINNING AT THE TOP OF THE LIST

NAHMEAN HALF SITUATION LIKE THIS

ANOTHER WAR STORY FROM A THIRSTY YOUNG HUSTLER

WON'T TRUST YA, I'D RATHER BUST YA

AND LEAVE YOUR CORPSE FOR THE COPS TO DISCOVER

ALL JEWELLED UP LIKE LIBERACE

WATCH ME. WHILE JAKES TRYNA KNOCK ME AND LOCK ME

BUT I'LL BE ON THE LOW SIPPING ASTI SPUMANTE

N****S TRIED TO CREEP BY THE SIDE OF MY JEEP

STUCK THE HEAT THROUGH THE WINDOW ROCKED THEY ASS TO SLEEP

OVER A THREE PACK. IT WAS A SMALL THING REALLYIER

BUT LETTING THEM SMALL THINGS SLIDE I'LL BE A FAILURE

THE WORLD IS OURS AND YOUR TEAM's INFERIOR

YOU WANNA BUSS CAPS I'LL GET ALL UP IN YOUR AREA

KIDNAP YOUR CHILDREN, MAKE THE SITUATION SCARIER

LIFE IS A GAMBLE, WE SCRAMBLE FOR MONEY

I MIGHT CRACK A SMILE BUT AIN’T A DAMN THING FUNNY

I’M CAUGHT UP IN THE DIRT WHERE YOUR HANDS GET MUDDY

PLUS THE OUTCOME TURNS OUT TO BE LOVELY

GOT G’S IN MY POCKET HIT OFF MY MAIN SQUEEZE

PUSH BACK, THE SUNROOF, LET THE COLD AIR BREEZE

THROUGH THE BUTTER SOFT LEATHER UPHOLESTRY

BUT MOSTLY, KEEP THE GAT CLOSELY, COS N****S WANNA TOAST ME

*****

YEA, YEA, CHECK IT OUT NOW

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE

OR YOU WANNA GET YOUR HEAT, WHATEVER

WE CAN DIE TOGETHER

AS LONG AS I SEND YOUR MAGGOT ASS TO THE ESSENCE

I DON'T GIVE A FUK ABOUT MY PRESENCE

I'M LOST IN THE BLOCKS OF HATE AND CAN'T WAIT

FOR THE NEXT CRAB N**** TO STEP AND MEET FATE

I'M LETHAL WHEN I SEE YOU, THERE IS NO SEQUEL

24/7, MAC 11 IS MY PEOPLE

SO WHY YOU WANNA END YOUR LITTLE LIFE LIKE THIS?

CAUSE NOW YOU BUMP HEAD WITH KIDS THAT'S LIFELESS

I LIVE BY THE DAY ONLY IF I SURVIVE THE LAST NIGHT

DAMN RIGHT, I AIN'T TRYIN TO FIGHT

WE CAN SETTLE THIS LIKE SOME GROWN MEN ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR

MY SLUGS WILL PUT A STOP TO YOUR HARDCORE

WAYS OF ACTION, I GRAB THE GAT AND

AIN'T NO TURNING BACK WHEN I START BLASTING

PICK UP THE HANDLE AND INSERT THE POTION

c*ck THE sh*t BACK IN A CALM LIKE MOTION

NO SIGNS OF ANGER OR FEAR, CAUSE YOU THE ONE IN DANGER

NEVER SHARE YOUR PLANS WIT A STRANGER. WORD IS BORN

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I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up

You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up

We'll see how funny it is when your kids aint got no father

Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor

i swer i spat out my drink wen i first heard dat lyric :lol: :lol:

DMX>>>___________

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3:26, Crack Man X goes IN.

BLOODHOUNDS FOUND YOUR sh*t BURIED IN THE MUD
FOLLOWING TRACES OF GUN POWDER RESIDUE AND BLOOD
A POSITIVE I.D. IS IMPOSSIBLE SO YOU KNOW
JOHN DOE IS WHAT THEY GON BE PUTTIN ON THAT TAG ON YOUR TOE
NOW WHO GON TELL YOUR MOTHER HER BABY'S UNDER A COVER IN THE MORGUE
STIFF AS A LOG, SNIFFED OUT BY THE DOGS
ANOTHER HARD HEADED NIGGA WHO DIDNT LISTEN SO YOU GOT WHAT'CHU CAME FOR
[sHEEK LOUCH] WHATS THAT?
SURGERY. WITH THE CHAINSHAW

fix your face!
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CATZ DONT KNOW WHAT IT'S GUNNA BE,

f*ck*ng WIT A NIGGA LIKE ME, D TO THE M TO THE X LAST I HEARD YOU

NIGGAZ WAS HAVIN SEX, WIT THE SAME SEX

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DMX has carved a niche for himself with those prison rape gay bashing lyrics

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CHECK OUT THE RAP KINGPIN, THE BLACK JESUS

I KNOW A FEW N****S SNIFF COKE, IT CAUSE SEIZURES

etc. etc.

*****

LET ME START FROM THE BEGINNING AT THE TOP OF THE LIST

NAHMEAN HALF SITUATION LIKE THIS

ANOTHER WAR STORY FROM A THIRSTY YOUNG HUSTLER

WON'T TRUST YA, I'D RATHER BUST YA

AND LEAVE YOUR CORPSE FOR THE COPS TO DISCOVER

ALL JEWELLED UP LIKE LIBERACE

WATCH ME. WHILE JAKES TRYNA KNOCK ME AND LOCK ME

BUT I'LL BE ON THE LOW SIPPING ASTI SPUMANTE

N****S TRIED TO CREEP BY THE SIDE OF MY JEEP

STUCK THE HEAT THROUGH THE WINDOW ROCKED THEY ASS TO SLEEP

OVER A THREE PACK. IT WAS A SMALL THING REALLYIER

BUT LETTING THEM SMALL THINGS SLIDE I'LL BE A FAILURE

THE WORLD IS OURS AND YOUR TEAM's INFERIOR

YOU WANNA BUSS CAPS I'LL GET ALL UP IN YOUR AREA

KIDNAP YOUR CHILDREN, MAKE THE SITUATION SCARIER

LIFE IS A GAMBLE, WE SCRAMBLE FOR MONEY

I MIGHT CRACK A SMILE BUT AIN’T A DAMN THING FUNNY

I’M CAUGHT UP IN THE DIRT WHERE YOUR HANDS GET MUDDY

PLUS THE OUTCOME TURNS OUT TO BE LOVELY

GOT G’S IN MY POCKET HIT OFF MY MAIN SQUEEZE

PUSH BACK, THE SUNROOF, LET THE COLD AIR BREEZE

THROUGH THE BUTTER SOFT LEATHER UPHOLESTRY

BUT MOSTLY, KEEP THE GAT CLOSELY, COS N****S WANNA TOAST ME

*****

YEA, YEA, CHECK IT OUT NOW

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE

OR YOU WANNA GET YOUR HEAT, WHATEVER

WE CAN DIE TOGETHER

AS LONG AS I SEND YOUR MAGGOT ASS TO THE ESSENCE

I DON'T GIVE A FUK ABOUT MY PRESENCE

I'M LOST IN THE BLOCKS OF HATE AND CAN'T WAIT

FOR THE NEXT CRAB N**** TO STEP AND MEET FATE

I'M LETHAL WHEN I SEE YOU, THERE IS NO SEQUEL

24/7, MAC 11 IS MY PEOPLE

SO WHY YOU WANNA END YOUR LITTLE LIFE LIKE THIS?

CAUSE NOW YOU BUMP HEAD WITH KIDS THAT'S LIFELESS

I LIVE BY THE DAY ONLY IF I SURVIVE THE LAST NIGHT

DAMN RIGHT, I AIN'T TRYIN TO FIGHT

WE CAN SETTLE THIS LIKE SOME GROWN MEN ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR

MY SLUGS WILL PUT A STOP TO YOUR HARDCORE

WAYS OF ACTION, I GRAB THE GAT AND

AIN'T NO TURNING BACK WHEN I START BLASTING

PICK UP THE HANDLE AND INSERT THE POTION

c*ck THE sh*t BACK IN A CALM LIKE MOTION

NO SIGNS OF ANGER OR FEAR, CAUSE YOU THE ONE IN DANGER

NEVER SHARE YOUR PLANS WIT A STRANGER. WORD IS BORN

I was tryna pick out my favourite bits of this post then I realised I just bolded the whole post

P makes me feel a haunting body experience no homo

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Will contribute later

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YOUR WHOLE CREW IS FEATHERWEIGHT, MY GUNSHOTS'LL MAKE YOU LEVITATE

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IF ME AND YOU AINT NEVER DONE BUSINESS

B4 DONT COME AROUND ASKIN

HOW MUCH IMMA GIVE IT TO YOU FO'

EITHER YOU POLICE OR I SWEAR YOU A VICTIM

MY LIL MAN LIKE IM f*ckED UP SON LET ME STICK EM

IF HE AINT NO WHERE HE AT SON HOME BOYS SLIPPING

IF HE AINT THE PO-LICE LET ME ROB HIM THEN HIT

SEE MY LIL MAN GOT MONEY HE JUST WANT AN EASY COME UP

HE WANT ME TO GIVE HIM THE WORD SO HE CAN PICK HIS GUN UP

OG'S REMINISCING LIKE WHEN WE WERE IN OUR PRIME....

NIGGAS DIDNT WANT IT SON I STAYED WITH MY NINE

ALL THAT BACK IN THE DAY sh*t WE DONT GIVE A f*ck

YOU AINT IN THE STREET NO MORE YOU CHILLING OUT LIKE CHUCK (chill out)

THERES TWO TYPE OF NIGGAS WITH GUN IM ABOUT TO SCHOOL U

SOME KEEP IT FOR PROTECTION THEY DONT REALLY WANNA SHOOT YA

THEY AINT NO THREAT THEM NIGGAS SO SCARED

THEY DONT WANNA GET SHOT THEY MIGHT SHOOT OUT OF FEAR

BUT AS SOON AS THEM OTHER KIDS GRAB THOSE BURNERS

THEY LOOK FOR A NIGGA THEY GOT BEEF WID TO MURDER....

OR THEY LOOKING FOR A NIGGA TO ROB 3 IN THE MORNIN

THEM GUN BOYS IS ON THEY JOB

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9PWn8IBYNE

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IF ME AND YOU AINT NEVER DONE BUSINESS

B4 DONT COME AROUND ASKIN

HOW MUCH IMMA GIVE IT TO YOU FO'

EITHER YOU POLICE OR I SWEAR YOU A VICTIM

MY LIL MAN LIKE IM f*ckED UP SON LET ME STICK EM

IF HE AINT NO WHERE HE AT SON HOME BOYS SLIPPING

IF HE AINT THE PO-LICE LET ME ROB HIM THEN HIT

SEE MY LIL MAN GOT MONEY HE JUST WANT AN EASY COME UP

HE WANT ME TO GIVE HIM THE WORD SO HE CAN PICK HIS GUN UP

OG'S REMINISCING LIKE WHEN WE WERE IN OUR PRIME....

NIGGAS DIDNT WANT IT SON I STAYED WITH MY NINE

ALL THAT BACK IN THE DAY sh*t WE DONT GIVE A f*ck

YOU AINT IN THE STREET NO MORE YOU CHILLING OUT LIKE CHUCK (chill out)

THERES TWO TYPE OF NIGGAS WITH GUN IM ABOUT TO SCHOOL U

SOME KEEP IT FOR PROTECTION THEY DONT REALLY WANNA SHOOT YA

THEY AINT NO THREAT THEM NIGGAS SO SCARED

THEY DONT WANNA GET SHOT THEY MIGHT SHOOT OUT OF FEAR

BUT AS SOON AS THEM OTHER KIDS GRAB THOSE BURNERS

THEY LOOK FOR A NIGGA THEY GOT BEEF WID TO MURDER....

OR THEY LOOKING FOR A NIGGA TO ROB 3 IN THE MORNIN

THEM GUN BOYS IS ON THEY JOB

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9PWn8IBYNE

WHO SHOT YA. SEPERATE THE WEAK FROM THE COUNTERFEIT

BACK NIGGAS DOWN WITH THAT BIG CHROME FORTY FIRTH

BROOKLYN. STILL ON THAT NINETY ONE BULLSHIT

STRIP NIGGAS DOWN TO THEY SUPERMAN BOXERS

WOOO.

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ITS THE KID WITH THE GHOSTLY VERSES
AUTOMATIC GUN FIRE MULTI PURPOSE

WHEEL

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YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I'LL DO TO YOUR FACE.....
CALL THE FUNERAL OFF CUZ I HAD TO SHOOT UP THE WAKE
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SP LIKE BILLY THE KID OR BILL GATES / DEAL WIT THE REAL AND NEVER THE REAL FAKES

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DNT LET URE MOUTH GET U IN TROUBLE / GET HIT FROM THE BACK LIKE AN ASS WIT A BUBBLE

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every single verse styles p lays down on a track gets a bloodfiyah wheel

his verse on this track doin it

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the only person more gutter than SP was DMX

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DMX has carved a niche for himself with those prison rape gay bashing lyrics

lol init

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BEG YOU TRY GET PAST THE FIRST 5 BARS!!!
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Mobb Deep / Cormega - Whats your poison.

MEGAS VERSE

Cormega

Yo:

My pen is sick like a heroin addict,

Whenever Mega spits

I exhale preciseness,

Drug-Dealing-Ghetto-sh*t

Sweat in my hand,

Plus the finger numb from measuring grams

Gun on my waist, In case I see son

Who wetted my man

I be Gortexing to death,

Rocking ice with special effects

It's obvious I was destined to rep

Yo my persona is the drama,

My Infamous conglmerates

Considered mad real,

Niggas feel the Montana sh*t

Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you

I shed a tear, see ya'll niggas when I get there

Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the street

I'm waiting on the day when Rikers Island cipher's incomplete

When I can sleep with no heat hidden beneath the sheet

They can't relax with my air max, appearing on my feet

When I rhyme you enter my mind, seeing nigga's lead to excellence

I represented then manifested in the beat....

Respect this

Like a lexus jeep

My technique

Leaves my enimies stretched for weeks,

Vexed from me

Especially

Knowing my destiny,

Man they scared to death of me

They fear to even question me,

I serve them like stretching keys

Cormega that unoffical 3rd member of Mobb Deep -

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