hiphop Young Money vs. Mickey Kane...

[McLovin' Jones]

Malice is ill but he's more of the traditional MC...Better at story-tellin' & emotive wordplay than Pusha in my opinion but Pusha's style is too much....Punchlines, metaphors, delivery etc...Pusha is too much however Malice's verse on 'Ride Around Shining'>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[Young £]

LITTLE WAYNE IS NOT SEEING PUSHA T... AT ALLNEVER EVERDon't even wanna get mad lol*Listens to Ultimate Flow*

errghreminded metune was coldwho made the beat?? what tune isit from?beg man up it if you have

[McLovin' Jones]

LITTLE WAYNE IS NOT SEEING PUSHA T... AT ALLNEVER EVERDon't even wanna get mad lol*Listens to Ultimate Flow*

errghreminded metune was coldwho made the beat?? what tune isit from?beg man up it if you have

LoooolIntentional?

[T.J Scorpio]

That Ultimate Flow beat was on Lil Kims first album (Hardcore), track titled "Drugs."

[Young £]

LITTLE WAYNE IS NOT SEEING PUSHA T... AT ALLNEVER EVERDon't even wanna get mad lol*Listens to Ultimate Flow*

errghreminded metune was coldwho made the beat?? what tune isit from?beg man up it if you have

LoooolIntentional?

lol oh sh*tcoincidental still!

[Savant]

http://www.zshare.net/audio/529879239eb5d6/"So if you aint get your money tall as midget...P".Too much.

[Flat Eric]

I still after a very long time..do not see the hype about LIL WAYNE..Only track I like is 'More Fire'...and thats only after hearing it on Mercstons mixtape.

[Young £]

I still after a very long time..do not see the hype about LIL WAYNE..Only track I like is 'More Fire'...and thats only after hearing it on Mercstons mixtape.

you listened to tha carter 2?

[Young £]

I still after a very long time..do not see the hype about LIL WAYNE..Only track I like is 'More Fire'...and thats only after hearing it on Mercstons mixtape.

you listened to tha carter 2?

[McLovin' Jones]

His mixtape game>>>>>Tha Carter 2

[Young £]

Tha Carter 2>>>>know this.

[McLovin' Jones]

Dedication 2>>>Tha Carter 2Only just though...

[Young £]

not even seriouslyCarther 2 is Waynes most accomplished work to date...with the Dedication 2 he just carried on from where he left of with the Carter 2

[McLovin' Jones]

f*ck it...Hell Hath No Fury>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Weezy's life....

[Gillie]

Gillie the kid>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>wayne

[Young £]

download first, will only take 4 mins of ur time

http://download.yousendit.com/9E2191D74B7EC605

*Clears throat and places right hand on heart*"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYALL I HAVE IN THIS WORLD, IS A PISTOL AND A PROMISEA FIST FULL OF DOLLARSA LIST FULL OF PROBLEMS I ADDRESS EM LIKE P.O. BOXESYEH IM FROM NEW ORLEANS THE CREOLE COCKPITWE SO OUT OF IT, ZERO TOLERANCEGANGSTA GUMBO, I'LL SERVE EM' A POT OF ITIM WEALTHY, STILL f*ckING WITH THAT BLOCK sh*tWET UR ASS UP, HEAD TO FEET TILL YOUR SOCKS DRIPDONT SLIP, YOU MIGHT FALL AND BUSS UR ASSNO SNAKES AT THE CARTER, TELL THE GARDENER CUT THE GRASSI HEAR EM' BUT THEY TALKING UNDER MASSSTOP THROWING PEBBLES AT A BULLET PROOF GLASS,THATSSSSS CASH MONEY HONEY PIE, WE AINT RUNNIG, WE DONT HIDESCREAMING f*ck THE OTHER SIDE!DONT GET CAUGHT ON IT, THIS IS THE DAILIEST GRINDI'LL PUT YOUR HEART ONITAND WALK ONITTHE CHALKS ONLY FOR THE ART HOMEYHOW THEY TRACE YA, AFTER I'LL ERASE YA?LOOK AROUNDWE AT WAR AND U STILL IN PREPARATIONIM RIDING FOR THE REPERATIONS, NO PATIENCESLOW PAPER IS BETTER THAN NO PAPERFAST MONEY DONT LAST TOO LONG U GOTTA PACE IT,YOU GOT KNOW THAT PAPERIF YOU GOT IT FROM A CAPPER, YOU GOTTA BLOW THAT PAPERGOTTA KNOW THATPHOTO PHOBIA, NO KODAK MOMENTSFEDS WALLS WITH MY PITCURE ONITNAHHH, I AINT EVEN IN THE SCHOOL YEAR BOOKI DONT DO TOO MUCH POSIN, GOT A COLD KILLER LOOKCAREER CROOK? GET YOUR CAREER TOOK!IM BACK LIKE A BRIZEER HOOKBITCH CHEER!CAMOFLAUGE GEAR, THE HUNTER'S HEREBETTER PLAY IT BY EAR, YOU AINT NOTHING BUT A DEARAROUND HERE, AND THIS HERE IS THA CARTERSERVE IT WHILE IT'S HOT OUT THE POT TO YOUR MAMAAND SLIM TELL ME AINT NO BODY HOTTERBUT YOUR GET YOUR BOYS SOME DIFFERENT SAUCE, I WANT THE WHOLE ENCHILADAI GOT EM' BY THE COLLAR, WATCH ME DROP EM'ON THE HEAD AT THE BOTTOMYOU AINT GOTTA SHOOT EM', CAUSE I ALREADY SHOT EM'AND I AINT GOTTA GET EM', CAUSE I ALREADY GOT EM'GET EM. "

[McLovin' Jones]

[Verse 1: Pusha T]I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wroteSee, I was 16, eyes full of hopeBagging up grams at the higher doughThe news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohhh!)At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the dramaf*ckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mamaI found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+"Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its meMake â�em sick to their stomach how they s'posta beSippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion freeOcean in my backyard where its s'posta beFunny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta beThey think I'm cuter in jailBut the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SLAnd that even come off, so that would mean I'm visitingNew world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning!PUUUHHSSSAAAAAA!!!!

[Young £]

[Lil Wayne] - Fly OutI got the game on ball and chainI threw the key in the trainI'm like the key in the truckI spent a G on these frames, though my vision is pricelessSeeing through you niggaz like a f*ckin psychicHearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine?Say my name and die in the daytime!You catch my drift, man you better be PeytonBoy the heats on, they make a peace bondI'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth signStraight frowns, no daps, strapped three timesA Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whateverTell them p*ssy niggaz come togetherHeavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, niggaSix feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal niggaI'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil niggaThirty years old, sh*t that'll be a giving, niggaQuit it Wayne, your Mom is listeninBut she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is pissed inThem niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling'Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attentionI gotta mention, quit callin women bitchesAs long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchenNo preventing the crime, I gotta get itI'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittinThere you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkinOnly history I know is Benjamin FranklinAnd since the future ain't promised to no oneI live everyday like this is the sure oneTrain in the tidal wave, this is the oceanStand in the heat, 'til the mother f*ckin snow comeAnd it feels so f*ckin goodThrow my dope like a rope, let them tug and pullNo hope for the hopeless, rats and roachesRunnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortuneCome and get it, automatics in motionWe bangin for the bread nigga, even the moldedI got my loaf,I got my toastChaperone of the south, I got my coast. YeaAnd until I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE

[Young £]

[Verse 1: Pusha T]I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wroteSee, I was 16, eyes full of hopeBagging up grams at the higher doughThe news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohhh!)At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the dramaf*ckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mamaI found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+"Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its meMake â�em sick to their stomach how they s'posta beSippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion freeOcean in my backyard where its s'posta beFunny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta beThey think I'm cuter in jailBut the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SLAnd that even come off, so that would mean I'm visitingNew world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning!PUUUHHSSSAAAAAA!!!!

Ratingsinstant wheel

[Savant]

download first, will only take 4 mins of ur time

http://download.yousendit.com/9E2191D74B7EC605

*Clears throat and places right hand on heart*"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYALL I HAVE IN THIS WORLD, IS A PISTOL AND A PROMISEA FIST FULL OF DOLLARSA LIST FULL OF PROBLEMS I ADDRESS EM LIKE P.O. BOXESYEH IM FROM NEW ORLEANS THE CREOLE COCKPITWE SO OUT OF IT, ZERO TOLERANCEGANGSTA GUMBO, I'LL SERVE EM' A POT OF ITIM WEALTHY, STILL f*ckING WITH THAT BLOCK sh*tWET UR ASS UP, HEAD TO FEET TILL YOUR SOCKS DRIPDONT SLIP, YOU MIGHT FALL AND BUSS UR ASSNO SNAKES AT THE CARTER, TELL THE GARDENER CUT THE GRASSI HEAR EM' BUT THEY TALKING UNDER MASSSTOP THROWING PEBBLES AT A BULLET PROOF GLASS,THATSSSSS CASH MONEY HONEY PIE, WE AINT RUNNIG, WE DONT HIDESCREAMING f*ck THE OTHER SIDE!DONT GET CAUGHT ON IT, THIS IS THE DAILIEST GRINDI'LL PUT YOUR HEART ONITAND WALK ONITTHE CHALKS ONLY FOR THE ART HOMEYHOW THEY TRACE YA, AFTER I'LL ERASE YA?LOOK AROUNDWE AT WAR AND U STILL IN PREPARATIONIM RIDING FOR THE REPERATIONS, NO PATIENCESLOW PAPER IS BETTER THAN NO PAPERFAST MONEY DONT LAST TOO LONG U GOTTA PACE IT,YOU GOT KNOW THAT PAPERIF YOU GOT IT FROM A CAPPER, YOU GOTTA BLOW THAT PAPERGOTTA KNOW THATPHOTO PHOBIA, NO KODAK MOMENTSFEDS WALLS WITH MY PITCURE ONITNAHHH, I AINT EVEN IN THE SCHOOL YEAR BOOKI DONT DO TOO MUCH POSIN, GOT A COLD KILLER LOOKCAREER CROOK? GET YOUR CAREER TOOK!IM BACK LIKE A BRIZEER HOOKBITCH CHEER!CAMOFLAUGE GEAR, THE HUNTER'S HEREBETTER PLAY IT BY EAR, YOU AINT NOTHING BUT A DEARAROUND HERE, AND THIS HERE IS THA CARTERSERVE IT WHILE IT'S HOT OUT THE POT TO YOUR MAMAAND SLIM TELL ME AINT NO BODY HOTTERBUT YOUR GET YOUR BOYS SOME DIFFERENT SAUCE, I WANT THE WHOLE ENCHILADAI GOT EM' BY THE COLLAR, WATCH ME DROP EM'ON THE HEAD AT THE BOTTOMYOU AINT GOTTA SHOOT EM', CAUSE I ALREADY SHOT EM'AND I AINT GOTTA GET EM', CAUSE I ALREADY GOT EM'GET EM. "

Big.

[McLovin' Jones]

Fear him, as soon as you hear himUpon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer himJust like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'emThrough a life in the fast lane, like German engineerumNo serum can cure all the pain I've enduredFrom crack to rap to back to sellin it pureFor every record I potentially sell in the storeIt's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin it rawSo many deceive yaI'm on top with the ki's, move over AliciaI force feed ya the metric scaleRap's like child's play, my show and tellWithin each verse you see the truth's unveiledThey manufacture proof as they lie to themselvesPuppets on the string like a yoyoBouncin like a pogo, they prayin I never go soloI'm the best since he died, and he liedThe spirit of competition, one verse could start jihadCPR Pusha, the flow tends to revivePullin the covers back, I expose what you disguiseMy presence is felt, the pressure is onA four eleven cuban helped us weather the stormPyrex and powder, it was back to the normThrough all the adversity the fury was bornLMAOI'm feenin' for a Weezy/Pusha collab now...

[McLovin' Jones]

Make ya skin crawlPress one button, let the wind fallWho gon' stop us? f*ck the coppers! The mind of a KILO shopperSeein' my life through the windshields of coppersI ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla!Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collarNow ho folla', this is my +GHETTO STORY+Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don DottaOpen the Frigidaire, 25 to life in hereSo much white you might think ya Holy Christ is nearThrow on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glareIce trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons pairedThe realest sh*t I ever wrote, not Pac inspiredIts crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quoteBitch never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your childAt you make believe rappers I smile! HA!Canals treatin my style, like you internet sharing my filesYou +My Space+ niggaz!So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin on Sara Fin'Wellfy check nigga, I never been! Cook money clean through Marylandsh*t, countin just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!)Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realerSo you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya!Now get the f*ck off!

KEYS OPEN DOORS, KEYS OPEN DOORS......KEYS OPEN DOORS, KEEYS, KEYS OPEN DOORS!

[Young £]

Breakfast yes!! let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finishedThen hunt for the lunch and dinner,No beginner to the criminal activity f*ck with them they rushing inLike Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows HaroldJust leaners Cheena, just choppers Robert,Carter II tell me how is you gon' stop a riot?I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie;Not for rookies, late bloomers stay in the womb I'm here muhf*cker make room.......... BOOM!Young Tune, the big kahunaIt's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna,Better now than sooner;juniorWe flying around ya city tryna take a number 2 on yaI ain't going nowhere special, I won't never leave,sh*t I'm already a legend if I ever leaveGet get rid of me!?! Not little meMan I got 'em, and I'mma get 'em B!!I'm hungry like I didn't eatI want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeenWhat the f*ck you niggaz telling me?You pups can't keep up with the pedigreeCatch me where the weather be, somewhere in the seventies

[Flat Eric]

Hell Hath No Fury had some big tracks..Clipse fan from day.And bully, that Lil Wayne track you upped is decent..but does he make tracks like that of quality all the time.I might need to download Carter 2 then cos Dedication 2 isn't saying nothin to me.

[Young £]

Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it - ya ordered itBullet find a home in ya arteries - pardon meBut them niggaz won't touch not a part of me - bet on itThem niggaz belong in a sorority - ain't that a bitchBurn they bodies up for the authorities - no evidenceYou gon' stop f**kin' wit' them warriors from New OrleansAnd I really think that it'd be better ifI just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her ripLet her bang, let her bust, etcetera, etceteraYou niggaz is scared of the southern part of AmericaHere it come got a gun never caught without oneNiggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'emSmokin' on a ounce of that sh*t from the mountainsPeople say I need to stop!?! no I need a counselorAnd I'm here you are gonna need a chopperAnd I'ma need a lawyer, cos you gon' need a doctorWhy? Because... I GOT ARMY GUNS