That whole verse was dope, but this part was insane!

“So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl’ll finally get your wish
cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent”

haha

I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl’ll finally get your wish
cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you – period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice’s hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50’s ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation – fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world – a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of cassette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill’em dead bitch
Shoot’em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you’d make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you’ll never be famous
You’l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it’s over

“And if you’re pissed off cause you think that I dissed you, I’ll rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue.”

“Don’t act like you know me, cause I’ll fuck your girl whether you like it or not like I was Kobe.”

“Well fuck you, I hope someone you love dies, so fuck your crew and fuck your family too. Technique said it, bitch- what the fuck you gonna do?”

I take 7 MC’s put ‘em in a line. And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme. Well it’ll take 7 more before I go for mine. Now that’s 21 MC’s ate up at the same time. I’m the R, the A to the K-I-M.

I’m not saying I’m number 1, um sorry I lied. I’m number 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Knowledge Reign Supreme Over Nearly Everyone

Sidebar: I just wanted to point this out since we’re reading and dissecting lyrics. Did anyone listen to Young Jeezy’s song Don’t Do It? His last verse in the song, tremendous word play and an incredible ode to Jay Z.

He says:

It’s gonna take more then hate to get my focus off. Can’t knock the Hustle still stackin’ dead presidents. They say he on his way out well that’s a Reasonable doubt. Ain’t no nigga’s like the ones I got. Friend or foe, politics as usual. I’m feelin’ it still livin’ with regrets. With all these imaginary playa’s you must love me. Told ya’ll in due time, the city is mine.

Thank you

“Don’t ever open your mouth and mention my seeds/
Talk about my book YOU bought to read/
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that/
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor/
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster/
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposter/
ASK CANIBUS, HE AINT UNDERSTANDIN THIS/
CAUSE NINETY-NINE PERCENT OF HIS FANS, DONT EXIST/
I’m goin underground and blowin your rep down/
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist’s Lounge/
Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown/
On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down/
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too/
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue/
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you/
How to bust a nut or two??(Yeah that’s butta boo)/
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title’s stolen/
Steady rollin in a world that I’m controllin/
Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!/
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord/
Talkin bout my first and second and third born/
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off/
From the riches of my empire, I’m like a pimp/
Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire/
You’re hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter/
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder/
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust/
Nigga in Todd we trust..”

“You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap/
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track/
Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat/
Suckin on Clef’s dick hopin to come back/”

LL

Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I’ll give you what I got (Yeah!!) 50 Cent – Piggy Bank

I tore Game apart
thought by now the asswhole would have a change a heart
Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on change of Heart
Teary eyed cause his shorty had a change of Heart – Joe Budden (Big Shot)

Because I just seen dude, and he ain’t say all that
In the same hotel, if dude wanted to do me
I’d have been Cassidy, gave him the room key
Got the guns and the vest out that I planted
And Game woulda had his chest out like Janet! – Joe Budden (Game Over)

Joe Budden – Heartology but I can’t find the lyrics

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
rapper style used by me, the B.I.G.
I put my key you put your key in, money we’ll be seein
Will reach the fuckin ceiling, check, check it
My Calico been cocked (uh-huh) this rap Alfred Hitchcock
drop top notch playa hating won’t stop (uhh)
This instant, rappers too persistant
Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste
like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret
See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz
Don’t they know my nigga Gutter fuckin kidnip kids? (uhh)
Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge (oooh)
That’s how it is, my shit is laid out (what)
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out (played out)
Y’all got the gall, all I make is one phone call
All y’all dissapear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don’t feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

What’s beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
What’s beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it

I done smoked with the best of em (uh-huh) shot at the rest of em (uh-huh)
Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of em
Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be
whylin on you just be, stylin on you (you so crazy)
When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up
Now I cleared them shits with hits you on the fuckin bench (mmm)
Pardon my French but ahh, sometimes I get kinda
peeved at these, weak MC’s (don’t stop) with the
supreme baller like, lyrics I call em like I see em G
Y’all niggaz sound like me (yeah)
Y’all was grimy in the early nineties, far behind me
It ain’t hard to find me number one with the booyaka (booyaka)
Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain’t no tellin what I do to ya (I do to ya)
It’s obvious the game’s new to ya (new to ya)
Take them ends you make (ehehe)
and spend em on a tutor hah, one shot, I’m through with ya

What’s beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep (don’t sleep)
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets (ain’t safe)
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU (I see you) one more time
What’s beef? (What’s beef) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
(Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (thirty deep)
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it (I see you)

There’ll be nothin but smooth sailin (sailin)
When I spit shots, now your crew’s bailin (bailin)
All I got is heat and tough talk for you (uh-huh)
Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use (oooh)
Man listen straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Cristopher
Watch me set it off like Vivica
Here lies your demise, close your eyes (uh-huh)
Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul’s risen
It’s bad cause I just begun, what make the shit real bad
I was havin fun (ahaha!)