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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Pulse Of The Rhyme - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Pulse Of The Rhyme
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow

Lyric:
Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio
Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up, make sure it's air tight
E.Q. the track exact so shit sounds right
I rhyme of death and darkness and danger
Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber

I write my rhymes with violence
What you expect? Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff? There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off
Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back yard and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't give a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house a death just might occur

Is this real or fiction?
You'll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow

Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You stuck your head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow from the steel mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn? The ninties are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the shit

Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it right
Grab the gauge, Duct tape and the flashlight
Don the black ski mask an' come to your house
Cut off your power and do you with the lights out

Is this real or fiction?
Well, you'll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow

A pool of blood and floating body parts would make me grin
A close view of a razor when it's breaking skin
If you were burnin' I'd use gasoline to put you out
'Cause I walk alone and choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by some and I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun

You ever see your partner die?
No? Well I have
You ever see your father die?
No? Well I have
You ever see your mother die?
No? Well I have

So shut the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme path
What would make feel calm and nice is a slow slice
Through your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I won't even try to make bail
Put me in the gas chamber and watch me inhale

Is this true or false?
Well, you'll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Dark Side
Another fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane
When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with the sun

And on and on my love for death got bigger
At fifteen I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or death
Placin' my hands on your neck
All I want is your last breath

Give me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in extra large portions
Where's your parents? I'll make you an orphan
So when you're talkin' crazy, you better think of me
The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T
There'll be no screams, no tears or cries
Just a laser beam between your fuckin' eyes

You feel strange
So now you know
That you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Love Me - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Love Me
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Steve King, Obie Trice, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
You don't see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still grinding
(Yeah)
I'm still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I can't let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be back
(Ain't goin' nowhere man)

We got them craps going on and that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin'
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Lovine time

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin' mouth
And show me love bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I don't love you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through the night
(Ha ha ha)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(We wanna love money)
Hold you through the night
(Ha, we don't wanna love bitches though)

There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that's sorta unique
'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm strapped
Just knowing any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry
It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
For you to play me, it's cockamamie

You just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and Kaboodle'
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

There's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin' with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night
(And all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow
It's about the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd love me too

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch
Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose
(Goddamn)

Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B'more to deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I love the burners, the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you through the night
(I just wanna hold you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I just wanna love you)
Hold you through the night
(Yeah)

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Rock The House - Lyrics - Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Title: Rock The House
Album: Gorillaz
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): John Dankworth, Teren Devlon Jones, Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, Dan Nakumura

Lyric:
I know you like that
You wanna try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock the salsa
Funk the bluesa
Any groove to
Make you move 'cos
Taking you to
Another landscape
Is my mandate
I'm highly animated even though I'm decomposing
So if your feet is frozen I'm a die to see you ropin'

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

Gravitational pull
I'll have you making a fool
Out of yourself on the dance floor
Doing back spins, running man, and more
Party down with Vigga and Candor
Coming to the jam
Or look like a landlubber
And do the aqua boogie
Win lots of goodies maybe
Pop a Gucci wallet turntables is talking to me
It's awfully groovy
Seeing all the treasure and the booty

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

I wanna get down lower than Atlantis
Going toe to toe with an enchantress
Get funkier than funkadelic wearin' pampers
While you eggheads is on the wall preparin' answers
Sharing transcripts while we over here
Dipping and dancin'
Rhythm romancin'
Wallflowers
Giving no act you no
All hours we chillin' and maxin', so
Relaxing
Opposites attracting
I'm a toss my hat in
Floss when the track spin
Like I'm on a crack binge
Jigging and wiggling
Freakin' booties speakin' to the cuties so belligerent
No religion just bump the feed on
You'll feel reborn
Negativity we just dead it like dcon
Better lift your feet and just measure the beat on
The pulse when it respawns

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Rock The House (Phi Life Cypher Version) - Lyrics - Gorillaz

Title: Rock The House (Phi Life Cypher Version)
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): John Dankworth, Teren Devlon Jones, Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, Dan Nakumura

Lyric:
I know you like that, you wanna try that
It's like a flashback so shake your ass crack
I got the balls to rock the salsa
Funk the blues

Any groove to make you move 'cos
Takin' you to another landscape is my mandate
I'm highly animated even though I'm decomposin'
So if your feet is frozen, I'm a die to see you rapin'

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

Gravitational pull, I'll have you makin' a fool
Out of yourself on the dance floor
Doin' back spins, runnin' man and more
Party down with vigor and candor

Coming to the jam or look like a landlubber
And do the aqua boogie, win lots of goodies maybe
Pop a Gucci wallet, turntables is talkin' to me
It's awfully groovy seein' all the treasure and the booty

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

I wanna get down lower than Atlantis
Going toe to toe with an enchantress
Get funkier than Funkadelic wearin' Pampers
While you eggheads is on the wall preparin' answers

Sharin' transcripts while we over here
Dippin' and dancin', rhythm romancin'
Wallflowers givin' no act you know
All hours we chillin' and maxin'

So relaxin', opposites attractin'
I'm a toss my hat in, floss when the track spin
Like I'm on a crack binge, jigglin' and wigglin'
Freakin' booties speakin' to the cuties so belligerent

No religion, just bump the feed on, you'll feel reborn
Negativity we just dead it like D-Con
Better lift your feet and just measure the beat on
The pulse when it re-spawns

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

No Omega - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: No Omega
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
No Omega

I'm the Alpha, with no Omega
Beginning without the, end so play the
Eye inside, no extended version
Next episode be smooth as a Persian
Rhyme everlastin, there'll be no part two
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw
A better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo
I'm the brother who ID ideas are colorful
Givin em insight, but givin em trouble to
Comprehend cause they thoughts won't blend in
They're pretendin, while I'm extendin
You bite like a parasite, said that it you attacks
But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match
You need more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready
When they check the pulse, you'll be Dead as Freddie
SHOP AT SEARS for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize, try to disguise it
If that don't work yo, then MIDASIZE it
You need more power, better bring Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
Bring it to me
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the
Workin
Then I'ma leave you behind the Iron Curtain
And you'll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin
Now I'ma tell em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist
Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what?
Played up, MC Grand but Pooh Butt
Stole his lady, and drove her crazy
You asked me why, cause her man tried to play me
I sent her back a nervous wreck
And tried to put her back in check
My speciality is masterin the female species
I specialize in her, until she sees
Where I come from, and why I came
I tame the train til she manifest my name
Fill her with life until she burst with energy
Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be
Tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry
Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly
I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth
And tell you what life is worth
It ain't rings and things that's materialistic
You wanna pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
You gotta use what you got
To get what you want
Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears
Like mink earmuffs
So Eric show em how fast your hand'sll go
So the people in the stands'll know
That you don't scratch your cuts in the grave
Moves in waves to my rhyme displays
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep em, energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
Don't forget it's copastetic, set it
Anywhere you want your poetry's pathetic
You gets, no, credit, til you get it straight
Let's motivate
No intermissions cause it ain't commercial
If you wanna break then I'll reimburse you
I won't let go so my mic won't drop, cause
I can't, stop
Vocabs is endless, vocals exist
Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this
Especially when I start to say the
Rhymes with no omega

No Omega

No Omega

I can't, stop
I can't, stop
I can't, stop

I can't, stop
I can't, stop
I can't, stop
I can't, stop

I can't, stop
I can't, stop

I can't, stop

I can't, stop
I can't, stop

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