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I see this life like a game of risk
Its all about where you place your chips
And the aim is this.....
To Rise up through the snakes and the ladders
and escape from the daggers being waved by the adders
Steer past the fakes and blaggers
the bait ones that chatter in your face with a blabber that don't matter.
There aint no rules and i aint dealing with fake toys
But dont try telling me this isnt a game boy... Because...
I reside in the north of a city thats in the south of a country
Thats on a planet 3rd rock from the sun
And for all i know... Its just a dot on the thumb of some Giant
Or a spot on his tongue......


Yungun - What Eye See Pt1... First verse... Dont get me started on the other 2 verses.... Check it out yourselves.... Inspirational business....

dont all have to be hiphop no?

keith buckley from the band everytime i die awesome lyricist.

everytime i die - "a gentlemans sport"

vague men tied to a stake.
gather round your little ones.
feast your eyes. steady your arm.
behold!
we hit shore dragging miles of verse.
poisoned food on the line, we're throwing it back.
thought the meat of this kill would feed starving artists for centuries.

skin him! gut him!
this is not what we bargained for.
he is worthless unless he is whole.
make bait! food for thought!

spit back every hound. spit back every hound.
all that we hunt for, we are.

plastic rabbits and white elephants.
an unclothed singularity is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach.

skin him! gut him!
the contaminated repast for the head of the bachelor band.
make bait! food for thought!

you have no idea what you're up against. you have no idea.
I chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap.

bring me the tongue. everything else is fat.
salvage the tongue. discard the rest of him.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat.
salvage the tongue. everything else is fat.

bring me the tongue. throw back the rest of him.

Little young thing, go around my dick with your tongue ring
Reach for the 9 inch
Gut from the front and
Grind from the side and
Gut from behind and
Grab her hair, smack her butt, screaming like she's dying.

You motherfuckers are nothing
You cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet hunting you down
Cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique'll destroy your religion you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm about to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever diagonally for thinking of dissing me
And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brainwashed your psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more homophobe. than Greek mythology
USING NUMEROLOGY TO COUNT THE PEOPLE I SENT TO HEAVEN PRODUCES MORE DIGITS THAN 22 DIVIDED BY SEVEN
You like Kevin Spacey, his style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop? You' not a motherfuckin' thug yet!
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE-HIDDEN TRACK AT END OF DANCE WITH DEVIL FROM REVOLUTIONARY VOL.1

ericssoftbrain wrote: USING NUMEROLOGY TO COUNT THE PEOPLE I SENT TO HEAVEN PRODUCES MORE DIGITS THAN 22 DIVIDED BY SEVEN

Are u dumb, sick lyrics

Ghostface Killah wrote: Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon
so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to.. Ghost here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog
Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get bagged on the rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
Get cassed, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word
That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge

from Run ft. Jadakiss off of 'The Pretty Toney Album'

shit, Ghost is a top 3 MC easily

Ghostface Killah wrote:When I walk through any function
You bet your ass that the 4/5'll cook, fuck your wack looks
Fuck platinum, fuck, let me show ya'll crooks
This is legit rap, I.R.S. can suck my books
I'm a family man, Clan mixed with Theodore
My boots hang over the telephone wires on Broad'
Word to MetLife, Tony got insurance on his mics
Smoke mad shit and still got endurance when he fight
Both hands clusty, bank account dusty!
Ever, say, my name, again, you pussy!
Like, an angry, cripple, man, don't push me!
Don't believe the kid, listen to me...

from 'Holla' off of 'The Pretty Toney Album'

Any body mentioned El Da Sensei yet?

"Yo, take a step inside the booth
With no BET films documentin' the proof
No twangs in my slang 'cause I come from the east
Known for heatin' hot-ass beats and bullets from the beast
I'm just one of many and I'm here to unleash
My presentation as a piece of myself to each
7 Heads is the label and I rep that shit
Musical magic, fantastic, on the average
My rendition of the classics, rendition of the last true and livin'
But alas my edition on arrival
Logical, melodical
Trying to get the fans and more cash and respect that's possible
Straight up, I got the early 90's flow
Slam upon tracks like Booker T on Monday Nitro
You fiend for my taste like puttin' fingers in the cake mix
Rock off kicks and harmonize like Take 6

Relax,
Think,
Back,
To when shit was fat
Relax, Relate, Remember
Not long ago when we all knew what was the agenda
(x2)

Debate this in any presidential candidate
I spit great from the BX to the Great Lakes
Dedicate this to my dad who passed
And to all my late relatives from years past
To my son: God Bless, you relieve my stress
Keep me striving for the best in this industry mess
It's true to the fact that I'm not like ya'll
country-time Hill Billy ****** tryin' to ball
"What happened to the sound?" is what everbody's askin'
Guns clappin', top emcees clashin'
Well fuck that, real tracks at your service
No need to get nervous as you get into the verses
Natural exceptional... enough about myself
If it ain't about myself, then it ain't nothin' else
So Relax is the title, El Da Sen' online
Mark off your favorite joints then press rewind..."

It's worrying how many lyric sites list the wrong words for hip hop tracks, I had to go through this a few times to make corrections to what some idiot though this guy was saying. Most just put up the first verse to get you to buy the track or some shit ringtone.

On next weeks post we look at the underrated and almost unknown Producer & MC - Diamond D.

lol diamond d ain't unknown is he?

You'd be surprised at how many people are like "who?"

Ed Teach wrote:You'd be surprised at how many people are like "who?"

yeah its a damn shame.

"lol who is that j dilla?" or "lol ghostface killah? never heard of him"

drives me mental

TOMMY ain't my motherfuckin' BOY
When he fake moves on a ****** you employ
Well I'll EMIRGE off ya set, now ya know God damn
I show LIVIN LARGE ****** how to flip a DEF JAM
And RUFF up the motherfuckin' HOUSE
Cause I smother you COLD CHILLIN' mother fuckers are still WARNER BROTHERS
I'm RUTHLESS my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is JIVE, an old SLEEPING BAG/PROFILE
This soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a TUFF CITY
****** be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know their mics are formed at VIRGIN
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a MERCURY
The CAPITOL of this rugged slang, is WU-TANG
Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game
I DEATH ROW an MC with mic cables
The EPIC is at a RUSH ASSOCIATED LABELS
From EASTWEST to ATCO, I bring it to a NEXT PLATEAU
But I keep it phat though
Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the WILD PITCH style
I even show an UPTOWN/MCA style
Who thought he saw me on 4TH & BROADWAY
But I was out on the ISLAND, bombing MC's all day
My PRIORITY is that I'm FIRST PRIORITY
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the abbot and the master
Breakin' down your PENDULUM
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
a-ppendix, I'm holdin more more weight than COLUMBIA
Index INTERSCOPE, we RCA. clan
That's comin' with a plan to free a
slave of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R ****** off the boat in the ATLANTIC
Now who's the BAD BOY character, not from ARISTA
But firin' weapons released on GEFFEN
So duck as I struck with the soul of MOTOWN
While CENTRAL BROADCASTING SYSTEMS are slowed down
You're Dirty, like that Bastard
It's gettin drastic

From 'Labels' by GZA



Any London heads goin to see GZA at Electric Ballroom in Camden tomorrow? He's gonna be doing mostly stuff off of Liquid Swords

wu, wu, wu, wu...

Ghostface is in Manchester on the 17th @ Moho live.

Time to break out the Wu-Wear son.

Pre-Thought Process wrote:TOMMY ain't my motherfuckin' BOY

wheel that up there and then

think i've already done this track but oh my lord, only track sharper than the wu tang sword...

Nas wrote:Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a ****** flip
WRITING NAMES ON MY HOLLOW TIPS, PLOTTING SHIT
MAD VIOLENCE ON WHO I'M GON' BODY, THIS HOOD POLITICS
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up

One Mic. Stillmatic.

shit gives me goosebumps, yo

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:TOMMY ain't my motherfuckin' BOY

wheel that up there and then

You know. The RZA beat on it is dutty as well.

MF DOOM wrote:faster than the seven seas,
bigger than mount kilimanjaro
if they dont know fill 'em in tomorrow
on the horror show a mental note, return bobs record
swear to god before he gets a job he robs neckard
bless with a hot flow, tested and got dough
invested in stress the best to finess a op though
as i reminess, never forgot when i was very broke
shot the henny straight, couldnt afford to 'cop a cherry coke
or should i say broke with wealth
to know enough to give 'em just enough rope to choke they self
plan B before i take the ring and pawn it
the long arm of the law couldnt even put they fingaz on it
dog gonit do the statistics
how he bust lyrics its too futuristic for ballistics
and far to eccentric for forensics
i dedicate this mix to subroc the hip hop hendrix

'Kon Karne' by MF DOOM

Any other Organized Konfusion fans will know all about Pharoahe Monch's incredible concepts, verses and flows

You gotta hear the audio

The Extinction Agenda
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJcLnsl1fQA

Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche

I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past
And return 'em to the present time in rhyme form
What was once dead is now resurrected on the record
indivisible words are mere residuals for my bidding
For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding
Nightfall, I stuff the rook, then I'm looking for
the original book which contains the words of God
Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen
without being seen by the pawns
Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn
pawn takes knight, knight takes queen
Queen takes the original King James virgin (check)
I'm surgin up when I'm emergin
False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin
when to say the least
Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast?
(who? what? why? and when?)
I'm the assassinator of rap
Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot
Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped
When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (******)
I move, with the finesse and the smoothness
Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it
Check it again, check it again, check it again
Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then
Gimme one-hundred percent credit
Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive
I said it and I bet it dwelve in your bloodstream.... let it live
The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders
In the realm of the extinction agenda

'Bring it on'

it's all about the buckwild remix!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R024Au5a7I8

even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo
Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips
and then I'll spit
Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out
that itty bitty style you upchuck
Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up
It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start
I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow that's to the rhythm
Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em
a lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin your brain.. like.. pottery
all over the track
Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe
Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions
You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at
which they are connecting
I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style
Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild
Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind
I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone
I'm prone to be eliminating
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on

'Stray Bullet'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNcS5Wl2qlo

[img]Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang*
Clip to release projectiles in single
file forcing me to ignite then travel
through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
****** who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the playground
Cause for some little girl she'll never see
more than six years of life, trif-le-ing
When she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
a red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that ****** say
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face *bang*
and I struck it
Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face
and an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet *bang*
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin through flesh I'm wild
Crashin through the doors of projects hallways
to deflect off of the tile
I'm coming for you little girl
Once inside I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray
You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
but, whose blue skies will turn grey
from the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet[/img]


Pharaohe's second verse From 'Prisoners of War'

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

[Pharoahe Monch]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then I repel em
a breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin
breakin open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
You're strung out you're hung out when you heard the style
that I brung out of faint air must come out my mouth
where I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm RAPPIN
Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin
the lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
when I rhyme for the prisoners of war


'Sin' (First Verse)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azvw3p3BTcg

Ha, was going to copy and paste the lyrics from Ohhla but they weren't accurate to say the least

Top lyrics from ALL in this song - but it goes to Canibus coz the boy goes on for 2 1/2 mins without a break - and every line is EPIC.


Beasts from the East - The Lost Boys ft. Redman, Canibus and A+

(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us ****** takin two pulls and pass
****** watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in my stash for protection
family deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
on point like a knife I'm living life as a gamble
living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
to all my ****** rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,
official Lost Boyz since the year of '86
and fuck these crooked ****** I could kill 'em with a passion
at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
you think you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
it's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
without blinking man, I'll tear your crew like pages
I rip you from the backyard, and (?) in stages

(A+)
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
rotten shit, make the opposite team call time out
knockin ****** three times my size out
the crowd loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
for the fast money, I get up in that ass money
the fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap ****** tryin' to get up
emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts
who wanna cipher, I get dumb
word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost and Rev Run
when the Source set it down, I'm inna service
to cop the kind of verses that average emcees will worship

(Redman)
My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed and bust
the more the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
we jack for aircraft carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces
hymn em like sewing machines and Jesus
when the shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy' Camarro
I get punished like pharaoh for splittin'
You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
the president of chicken head conventions
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearing a vest
511 for being dirty, quarts of 9-30
yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police
she tried swallowing a nine piece
forgot the warranty on false teeth
I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
assault and battery like my palm says Eveready
sharp as machetes
matter of fact I slap the cardiac (?)

(Canibus)
Canibus brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
playing with the mic is something I won't do
my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating ****** like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
what's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the muthafuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah Badu
a hundred times nicer than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
all that shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push ****** to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
my hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
lyrical genius, i got it sown like a seamstress
but if you want to battle, I'm down
if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can cover up your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
you need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll muthafuckas need Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin' longer than ****** twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted
stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin' til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
going once, going twice
sold! to that ****** name Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.