Reverse Messages:
"Wizards, Witchdoctors, Sorcerers, Black Magic!"
"God bless Mike E Clark, ICP, Twiztid, and most of all, all you juggalos and everyone at Psychopathic Records, and even you!"
"The sixth jokers card will be followed, followed by the end of time itself! It will consume us all!"
Verse 1:
Hooragoon
Feed the rats
Hooracool
Scare the cats
Meckle heckle, lucifer,
Heckle meckle, crucifer,
Meditate
Body weight
Humiliate
Castrate,
Contemplate
Hate
Decapitate
Segregate,
Poison
Venom
Vixen
Pleasure
Vortex
Vomit
Vulture
Treasure
Hex of fire
Hex of pain
Hex of losses
Hell will gain,
Blood of children
Blood of pig
Dig solomon dig dig
Dig your grave
Be my slave
Alot of wicked spirits rave
chorus:
Blackest magic, leave my soul, give my angels all control
Blackest magic, let me be, keep your black tounge off of me
Blackest magic, drop your chain, may you never speak my name
Blackest magic, watch you cower, bite your tongue and holy power
Why? why? when people witness magic, they'll ignore it and say it never happened
Only thing they'll beleive is whats tragic, god throws it nobody wanna catch it...
Verse 2:
I go east, you go west, and the moon follows both of us, (it's magic, magic)
Pyramids, circle crops, hunded tonne stone hedge crops, (it's magic, magic)
Volanic lava, earthquakes, weather causes aches, (its magic, magic)
Music love, the unseen drug, ** lightning bugs, (it's magic, magic)
Hypnosis, ESP, mental telepathy, (it's magic, magic)
Amityville, northern lights, blood red moon lit nights, (it's magic, magic)
Rings of saturn, the black hole, mind over body controll, (it's magic, magic)
Exorcisms, Mary's cryin', unknown objects flyin' (it's magic, magic)
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Frozen fire
Call me down
Frozen fire
Show me around,
Candle wax drip like tears
Roll over one thousand years
Monkey blood
Sweet and hot
Take me to my spot, kay
Wait, devil has my tounge,
Heaven's bells have now rung
(Reverse Message)
Verse 4:
Blood of children
Blood of pig
Dig solomon dig dig
Dig your grave
Be my slave
Let the holy spirits rave
(Chorus)
(Reverse Message)
(Chorus Repeats Until Song Ends)
My Way Home (Kanye West)
Yeah
I'm on my way home
They say home is where the hate is
My dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grasping graspless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
We wear struggling chains
Divided only hustle remains
Making sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game
It's another name
For life fighting
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fighting for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he only get as high as he fell
Show money becomes bail
Relationships become jail
Children are unheld
I wish love was for sale
Behold the pale
Horse got me trapped like r. kel', I bail and it-
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
But no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again.
Everybody Gettin Crunk (Lil Wyte)
[chorus]
Yo mamma yo daddy yo greasy greasy grand mammy
Man they gettin wild as ** era body gettin crunk [x2]
Gimme room gimme room quit stepin on my toes [x4]
Yo mamma, yea I seen her butt ** in the front row
Yo daddy, yea I heard he was in vip smokin dro
Yo grand mammy, yea I know she is a groupie from the 70's
Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys
Yo mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off chris
Yo daddy, so full of beer this is the sixth time that he pissed
Yo grand mammy, man I know shes super buck cuz she feelin me
Listin to good ol' boys I guess she stole her grand sons cd
Yo momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte
Yo daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your bills and get it right
Yo grand mammy, sittin in the back fillin somthin bumpin knowin its my smokin song
Smells something good cookin or could it jus be grandmas bong
Yo momma, on sadder days fliped a benz truck on double dubs
Yo daddy, wears white wear camo when he be huntin doves
Yo grand mammy, has been smokin sense this cd came out and that ain't all
She swiched all her voloums and replaced all her tylenol
[Chorus]
Yo momma, red light head bobing bumpin riddin spinners
Yo daddy, in the seat stayin to the beat gettin super crunk
Yo grand mammy, crunk still but twice buck as both as those up in front
Pops with the auto radio puttin some knock in the trunk
Yo momma, wanted spinners for christmas and'll she will probly get em
Yo daddy, also thinks that there pretty cool, so you know hes wit em
Yo grand mammy, doesnt give a shit as long as she can ride and jus be seen
On the BIlls St. stripin 2 a.m where all the ballers be
Yo momma, calls the cab from wet willys cuz shes on the floor
Yo daddy, sees Mike Tyson and wanted to put a tattoo on his nose
Yo grand mammy, Man I love that woman shes a trip to be around act a clown
She might hit you frist ** up after a couple rounds
Yo mamma, she 25, and 16 when she had you
Yo daddy, 25, 24 maybe 22
Yo grand mammy, the reason why she buck cuz shes barly 48
After the age of 23 she had a daughter by mistake
[Chorus]
Niggas On The Jock (RBL Posse)
(chorus)
Why niggaz be on why niggaz be on why niggaz be on our jock (6x)
(Black C)
Oh shit should this be another **in hit
(Why niggaz be on why niggaz be on why niggaz be on your dick)
I don't know I think it's just the flow
Or maybe it's the way I use my game to peel a ho
See I'm a nigga with some game ain't nothin changed
Shootin this shit like a shootin range
I think my name should be Mike
Cuz I'm every **in playa-hatin nigga wanna be like
But that icky-green sticky it get me
Higher than a motha**a so they can't get with me
See I stay posted gettin toasted
Game ferocious down to a bitch gettin roasted
It's kinda simple and it's easy
Watchin these jealous motha**as get mad cuz their bitch skees me
And I know they talkin shit
But I got nuts for a nigga, and dick for a bitch
chorus (8x)
(Mr. Cee)
This is goin out to the people in my business
You ain't toilet paper so stay out the shitness
And watch me come on like a shirt
If you'z a man with sensitivity you'z about to get your feelings hurt
I'm not tryin to say I'm all that
But just call me dope cuz niggaz constantly got a grip on my sac
And when I'm in their face yes I'm they nigga
But really I'm that nigga they wanna get rid of
And if a bitch around watch them perp
Niggaz start claimin my name just like a turf
But this is the hard rugid and dangerous
And peace to my niggaz that claim this shit
But let me open my pants cuz I feel somethin rubbin
So many people on my dick that now they jock my belly-button
So if your head turn when I hit the block
Just consider yourself one of them niggaz on my jock
chorus (8x)
Let 'Em Have It 'L' (Big L)
Hook:
Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4)
(Let 'em have it L) What?
(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3)
(Let 'em have it)
Verse 1:
A-yo I'm serious I'm not the type to joke a lot
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
No other writes rhymes like these
I'm cool as a light breeze
I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees
Smoother than velvet
My lyrics are well writ
You sayin' L's this and L's that
Get off L dick
I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drivebys in 325 I's
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
So you better leave L alone
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin'
Black white or Puerto Rican
I'm gonna slaughter each and
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up
Give me two thumbs up
Hook
Verse 2:
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
Yo it's all about me it's a B. I. G. L thing
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
One two one two crews I run through
** karate Big L practice Gun Fu
Cause I'm a MC assassinator
I grab a mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator
Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L
Where raps are hotter than old ?
MCs be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise
With Big L you can't swing long
So get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme song
Hook
Verse 3:
The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap
Matter of fact black I'm puttin' Harlem on the map
What's up cause I'm a stiggy star
Breakin' 'em up and then talkin' they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' microphones apart
I'm undefeated that's the stone truth
Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
I take lives with no pride
I just committed a homicide
A punk brother died cause he tried
To take my cash but he didn't last
I pulled out fast
I tried to bash then I blast on his monkey**(boom)
I make a lot of doe
I'm quick to spot a foe
Even if my grandma violate she gotta go
When I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toy
Cause I'm a ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boy
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like L
Hook
Big L Outro:
A-yo big shots to all them niggas on the corner
doin' something they ain't got no business doin'
I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatI'msayin'?
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
A-yo L you must be buggin' B
You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes B
Big L:
Oh yeah we gotta say what's up to the hoes man
Word up let's go see our P.O.
Dog Baby (Tim Dog)
Huh...yeah...
Comin back with that East Coast flavor...
1994...yeah...
Mista Busta where you at?
Can't scrap a lick hey yo those rhymes is w**
You need to keep yo corny**at makin beef
You be soundin like a kid from Sesame's Street
Tryin to dis D O G when that ain't right
Sickin Snoopy on me when that ain't right
Gettin funky on me when that ain't right
When I be givin it to your girl every other night
I get down for my crown and I represent
Do whatever I gotta do just to pay the rent
And if it means dissin you [fool] and yo crew [fool]
I'm comin to your house with the Bronx Zoo
Rappers frontin on the dog on the mic get stepped upon
And when you get crapped upon you can stomp like a leprechaun
Straight up, word up for the real
deal, not Hollyfield but still
I might send in the dogs just like Mike Tyson
When I'm grabbin the mic, everything is alright, yeah
And I just lay back in the flow
Rappers wanna step to me but they just don't know
That I'm the Dog...
[CHORUS:]
[It's the dog, baby baby
the dog, baby baby
the dog, baby baby
Tim Dog !]
(4x while Tim Dog goes:)
Yeah !
Comin back with that East Coast flavor
Yeah !
Comin back like that !
I'm sittin in my crib watchin MTV
when this skinny muthaphukka on the telly try to dis me [Baby]
He try to flex on the D-O-G
But if I gave that punk binoculars he still couldn't see me
So shake your bones and your rattle
and leave your toy 9 at home and bring your skills to the battle
like Jeru, I'm gonna damage
Lookin for success and your**is a Burgerking sandwich
It's a pitty fake niggaz gotta show off
I'll bust yo skinny**with a saw-ed off
shotgun ! Didn't even know that I got one
I'm aiming at your brain
Come in my house of pain
Suckers try to flip, yo, I'm comin quick
with some super super bad boogie down Bronx shit
You rappers better run and hide
Tell yo ho Dr.Dre I got something to ride [Let me ride]
on my D-I-...see ya
Told you you would D-I-...
E if you ever step to the D-O-G
Punk, you besta know the game
My nutsack is bigger so what's my name ?
[CHORUS]
I came in the door, I said it before
I never dissed that punk Dr.Dre no more
But he's bitin me, fightin me, invitin me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm gonna go for mine
The original hardcore lyric ballbreaker
When it comes to w** MCs no I'm not a funk faker
I just smash, crash on that**and put that**in the trash
like it's nuthin you learned in class
I'm a real MC and I'm on my own
and if nobody got my back, I can hold my own
If I die, I die, if I live, I live
But if Hip-Hop survive, I got something I can give
I don't care if you don't think I can win [word]
And I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend [word]
And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in
come on and step right in, step right in to the...
[CHORUS]
Joint Custody (Saafir The Saucee Nomad)
I'm accurate secure my spot there be no hot
seats don't trick sweet treats even if i'm
stiffer than a swisher easy going when i'm sleep warlike
it's when i attack untight mike masses
don't conceal ya feel breed if you're exceeded
by who is this myself i demean so my dream
of being a hiphop master won't shatter
like plaster sample savior sup shallow taste
it peculiar rare file no aroma of a coma substance
is vicious vile wicked you can't ** with the twisted
winding sizeable you've stumbled into hazy ill-defined
room ya shrumed ya self butt ** ya nothin but
chosen prunes frozen fumes
Saafir will be here like landscape
i'll sc**ya**off the reel
you've been edited i'm enriched fit
full blown 11x13 it seems at first word
seeing is no believing unless your vision is blurred
from these cutesy, cutesy new boodies on rap i'm rilin
up a muthy gats being pushed in ya Saliva
opening the file of a masterpiece
is where i lease my space
i rope dope styles like cows ram them in your**
baby, oh! and this time i didn't forget the gravy
pay me my respect check one hobo immovable spirit
i was brought here solely for the lyrics
i have no time for your unsubliminal earthly
i'll be lurkin on the b-side slidin in sideways
on the edge straight servin them i'm on some reap bitch
shit shut up fall silent no perfume
i'll stay funky musty with this custody
i've mastered my adrenalin sendin souls to afterlife
like Mussolini i'm like Houdini who can see me
i'm the same color of the sun if you have no pigment
you'll get burned charred to a crisp
refreshing drink i think you need a sip of this
cause you're this close to a lip of the wrist
and the thing you value the most
life please let there be another entity
to devour proficient effective
when i think you should offer your feces
i'm going to revel and defile in the prostitution
of the potency words swarmin teamin up
pain will be equivalent to the unteethin of a pup
the force tell you don't prolong yaself
ya too noticeable to the graduated continuing
it's amazing how your reproductive system works
of art develop blossom gain grow
i see the unholy gain green in ya
seems magnify move up i prefer ya
raise ya cup why don't ya raise ya skirt
well i'm pleased to see that you don't have the
correct knees for the job off my nob by far
sighted only in infrared ya not prepared to spar
with a heavyweight, dwelling repelling freshmens
propelling them back to the guf look it up i'm puffy
like my man from uptown for those weak
don't provoke or speak or it spells an abrupt downtown
trip, from the hips what's that smell of**
we've past that point i have custody joint
Blaze It Up (DJ Honda)
[Featuring Black Attack]
Intro:
Big Black A&B representitive. Blaze It Up remix like that.
What? Blazin' it up across the land to Japan. Like that.
O.K. it's goin' down baby. No doubt
word up. A yo Honda spit some hot shit. Blaze it up son.
A&B:
Yo Black Attack yes indeed
Read to set this off no matter what the speed
Cause I flips my delivery
Uncontrolably foul on you son duke why you holdin' me?
I guess it's the way I brake ya ankles with the lyrical
Like Allen Ive shakin' Mike down somethin' hysterical
You believe in miracles (what?) well good
Cause If's gonna take that times infinity to keep me out your hood
(Slow down) I can't I'm blazin' like fire with no wood (oh)
You brakin' shit down so it's all understood
Ha ha bring that back
Funkdafied like Da Brat Black Attack flipppin' the track
Representin' like that let me find out y'all cats
Don't know (y'all don't know) black about to blow like Po (like Po)
Without the doe (without the doe) so yo fast or slow
I glow like a three double 0
Vergo's in the house now flow
Hook:
Blaze it up up up up we gon burn it down "Blaze it up"-Onyx
Blaze it up up up up Honda brings it down
Blaze it up up up up we gon burn it down
Blaze it up blaze it up
Sean Black:
They use to call me Sean Black
Known for being a Trooper like Isuzu
Not worried about what you do
Black magic like voodu
But still proceed to shoot my lyrics right through you
You ask for a battle son I bring it right to you (oh yeah)
Rep to Roosevelet Island run with A&B
Got props all over the world like the B.C.C.
We be the illest, strong arm like Kevin Willis (Willis)
I feel it's time to let them know who be the realest
Fake cats play the back while get this doe
You can bring your best but you can never match this flow
Black the new kid, the one you never heard of (heard of)
Nigga that's on some cool out shit but lyrically commiting murder
Touch tracks upf rom the back up
Niggas betters top slackin' off and twist this sack up
This the Black Attack shit what?
Y'all niggas know how it go y'all could never stop the flow
That's my word baby bro
Hook
Sure enough funky DJ Honda oooh.
Black Attack in the house oooooh
150 MC's (Da Ruckus)
[Hush]
Yo yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees. Which one do you be? Count em
I met a _Redman_ in _Camp Lo_ named _Mic Geronimo_
He'd _Busta Rhyme_ anywhere he was always on the go
He used to live in _Champtown_ but moved to _Slum Village_
In a city Motown that was run by _Mike Millich_
Lived with _Fat Joe_ in _Ras Kass_'s corridor
Who had a _Crucial Conflict_ with this man next door
On a _Rampage_ against this kung fu gang
Sensei _Master P_, of Shaolin's _Wu-Tang_
He'd meditate with _Cool J_'s, and phillies of _Canibus_
Practicin the grain style, and the praying mantis
Increased his _Eye-Cue_, studying the _five V's_
And had more styles, than _MJ has got G_'s, uhh
One time, he was confronted
And the neighboor told _Da Sensai_, he didn't want it
The sensei asked him to choose his weapon
The A-_KRS_, the _Nine_ or the _Mack 10_
He chose a shotgun, since he was from Bucktown
As he blast a _Buckshot_, the sensei, he Ducked Down
Hit his _Dogg's Nate_ _Snoop_ and the _Spice-One_ rack
The sensei didn't even have a chance to blast back
Eyes bloodshot and _Puffy_, and got up like _Scarface_
(Pacino: "Say hello to my little friend")
Lettin' off a _Dirty Dozen_, now it's a car chase
Gunfight now turns to a deadly car ride
The sensei didn't see _Da Brigade_, on _The Pharcyde_
Crashed his chevy, _Kid Capri_ head on, was thrown 20 feet
But he didn't bet on
Being scooped by _A Tribe Called Quest_ and cared for
Until his wounds healed, he then declared war
Called up _Jay and A, who both drove a Z_
Already wanted, for _Jayo Felonies_
And _Missy Elliot_, who also had a _Case_
The judge will _Punisher_, for sprayin' illegal _Mase_
A Misdemeanor, but the judge was _Kurupt_
She was caught with _Pete Rocks_, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle _Luke_, whose _Crew was 2 Live_
They had some _Peter Gunz_, like the ones on True Lies
And these two guys were snitches, all around town
Kid who was _Da Brat_, and her sister _Fox Brown_
With only a few G's, they met _Nas at Escobar_
_Alkaholiks_ all around, with Cristal and caviar
Long Island _Ice-T's_, with only one _Ice Cube_
They discussed the _Kurtis Blow_ and spot up like intertubes
They met some _Geto Boys_, who _Run DMC_
_Corporation_ and _Dr. Dre_, or was it _EPMD_, who said "Life is _Too
$hort_we gotta think fast?"
_Daz_ 'em with explosions, shots & tear gas
Drink _E-40's_ of _8-Ball_ with _Little Ceasars_
Down 180 proof rum, with Bacardi Breezers
_Large Professor_, who teaches class on _Artifacts_
Had plans to invade the _Timbaland_, with rocketpacks
They go in crewed up, over the _Cypress Hill_
_Outsidaz_ _Mobb Deep_, and everyone is just _Chill
A _Hush_ on the scene, all you heard was the Click_
_Organized Konfusion_ was _Ultramagnetic_
A _Lady of Rage_, that was cursed with _Voodu!_
Was stung by _Cocoa B's_, _Outkast_ by _Gurus_
A _Goodie Mob_ of _Lost Boyz_ _Xzibit_ _Mystikal_
Broken _Bone, Thugs 'N Harmony_ is very critical
Scalped lots of hair on _The Roots_ of _40 Thevz_
Then write "_Heltah Skeltah_," in blood from injuries
A _Common_ sight, like _Capone 'N Noreaga_
They bomb a fight, then sit alone with Garsha Vegas
When it was over, one seemed to never fall
He screamed out "Fade em all!"
It was this kid named _Jamal_
The sensai would _Rakim_, and his man _Eric B_
Give him an _Eminem_, and made him bow to one knee
This wasn't _Bizarre_, it was in his _Nature_
So this would become the 37th Chamber
It all started, over some _Big Daddy Kane_
The sensei sold with _Slick Rick's_ brother _Dana Dane_
On east, _Warren G's_ supposed to be uncut
Chopped with baking soda, crews went _Beatnuts_
And caused a _Ruckus_, against the _Gang Starr_
Who tried to control _DMX_ Blvd.
It got back to _Junior Mafia_, who then got ill
And caused a drug trade to come to stand stills
See, in this industry, you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the _Biz Markee_
Yo, some are long gone, will the gunshots cease?
_Eazy E_, _2Pac_, and _Biggie Smalls_, rest in peace
I'm All That (DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince)
Spill the beans on the table I always say...
Extra, Extra read all about Fresh Prince is back
You wonder how it
Happen
I wasn't rappin'
For a long time
But now I'm back with a strong rhyme
Look, near the camera, snap my picture
I'll sign my name on it, then I get richer
Like LL said don't call it a comeback
And face the fact Jack
I'm all that
(I know ya gonna dig this)
Here I am in the flesh
(Who is)
I'm the funky, funky, funky fresh
Rhyme authority
Rhythm console
Hip-hop liaison
Rap Ambassador
Do the daring, the king of the cut
Prince of poetry and all that stuff
**y, **y, making the honey's yell
Girlies passin' out, ah well
Back from the dead, like Jason
People thought I was over, they were erasin'
Me and Jeff's names out of the hit list
But ah, ah, ah not so quick
Comin' back at cha
Can't go back at cha
Catch this fast ball I'm throwin' at y'all
Wake up and smell the coffee, I'm back now
Thanks for keeping my girl warm for me, pal
The man with the cape, the crown in the center
Out for a while, but wisely kept up
Pen and paper, so when I had my
Oppor-tun-ity, to rap
I set my goals and then I shot for
What I do best, funny, to hell with hardcore
Voice on radio, face on TV
Spankin' new funky rhymes on a CD
Out to attack
The wack
Full contact
It's gonna be a long night go get a knapsack
I gotta getta make ya face the fact
That I'm the best rapper on wax
I'm all that
(Get wicked)
Get up, get down, get funky, get loose
I'm the best show and I got proof
In the past there was always that kid doubted
But now I'm back and there's no doubt about it
The writing is on the wall
(Come on)
Gimme ya mic and a stage and I'm a rip it, rip it, up y'all
'Cause I can flow
Is there another rapper in the world, like me? Hell no!
No one's like me
Others try to bite me
Bad deba deba bad mike me
Someone like me somewhere
To just not hear
Where the hell they at?
Who cares?
'Cause your got the ace in the hole
The simple lover brother
Numero uno
The rapper with soul
Comin' out a little on the new tip
For those of you that thought I couldn't do this
Yo well consider it done
It's the same got the parents
just don't understand the same one
people said that I couldn't rap
ha ha ha well you can stop that
coz I'm a rapper and a half
and in the past I chose to make people laugh
and I was criticized for that
some called me soft, some called me wack
I gotta admit y'all I felt bad
(Who'd ya call)
so as usual I called my Dad
He's sort of a fifty-one year old Casanova
He said son, "Yo, come on over."
He sat me down and he told me this
Son when your all that, you're gonna get dissed
He put his arms around me and he said son
I was all that when I was young
So pump that point on
And set my sights on
Making a record that people thought was the high joint
Philly, born and raised
I've been
Gone for days
I can't wait to get back
With my new track
Rhyme like lava
Voice like a volcano
I rhyme through your radio
Words like draedo
A Porsche not eleven and I don't stall Jack
(Yo)
We all that
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