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I'm pretty sure that Tupac will always rain supreme in that aspect. He's the greatest rapper alive.Quote:
Originally Posted by Safe_Kid
Though I do think that Kanye West has the most innovative and creative mainstream lyrics out there (I'm not trolling, I actually like his music).
lmfao.Quote:
Originally Posted by Calcifer
That sentence is wrong in so many ways hahaha
I agree. Tupac is a legend in rap. Favorite rapper since 1994. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Calcifer
Favorite lyrics... Hard one, I have to pick up something hipsterish and poetic just to look cool, cewl and kuwl. Although, I am pretty sure it's something by Joy Division (which isn't hipsterish, at all), Disorder is slipping through my mind. Probably due to emotional values.
So just for contributing's sake:
Joy Division "Disorder"
I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
New sensations barely interest me for another day
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away
It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand
On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow
What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again
I'm watching you, I'm watching her - I take no pity from your friends
Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now?
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold - then you know
I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling, feeling, feeling
No, Tupac is living on the same island as Elvis, Michael Jackson and Jesus.Quote:
Originally Posted by NPG
Hate to break it to you...but I heard from somewhat reliable sources that Michael Jackson died. :s:Quote:
Originally Posted by Simian
Dumbass, all of that was a set-up. Evidence is all over the place. Why was he buried 2 months after he died? The man just got in the spotlight once again, the record company is making gazillions, Michael had enough of his attention and he wanted some privacy, same chase for Elvis, Jesus and Tupac.Quote:
Originally Posted by Calcifer
Maybe you misread...Quote:
Originally Posted by Simian
"Somewhat Reliable Sources" = Obviously TrueQuote:
Originally Posted by Calcifer
Talking about Tupac...favorite song here
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[Tupac Talking]
Only God Can Judge Me
(is that right)
Nobody else, Nobody else
All you other muthafuckas
Get out of my business
(Tupac)
Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts
Stabbed in tha back
I Couldn't trust my own homies
just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed
paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus
But I can't see
And in my mind
I'm a, blind man doin' time
Look to my future
cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime
to fight for what is mine
Everybodies dyin'
Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'
I've been trapped since birth
Cautious, cause I'm cursed
and fantansies of my family
in a hearse
And they say
It's the white man
I should fear
But, it's my own kind
Doin' all the killin' here
I can't lie
Ain't no love, for the other side
Jealousy inside
Make 'em wish I died
Oh my lord
Tell me what I'm livin' for
Everybodies droppin'
got me knockin' on heaven's door
And all my memories
is seeing brothas bleed
And everybody grieves
But still nobody sees
regulate your thoughts
Don't get caught up in tha mix
cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can Judge me....
Chorus
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)
(Tupac)
I hear the doctor standing over me
screaming I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still I can't breathe
something evil's in my I-V
Cuz everytime I breathe
I think they're killing me
I'm having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin'
from my bed sheets
I call the nurse
cuz it hurts
To reminisce
How could it come to this ?
I wish they dind't miss
somebody help me
Tell me where to go from here ?
Cuz even thugs cry
but do the Lord care ?
Tryin' to remember
But it hurts
I'm walking through the cemetary
talkin' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man
than live like a coward
there's a ghetto up in heaven
and its ours
Black Power
Is what we scream
As we dream
In a paranoid state
And our fate
Is a lifetime of hate
Dear mama, can you save me
And fuck peace
cuz the streets got our babies
We got to eat
No more hesitation
each and every black males trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
walkin' around strapped
It's the police
please try to see to this
there's a million mutha-fuckas
Stressing just like me
Only God can Judge Me.....
Chorus
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)
Powers that judge can not kill me
but only make me stronger
I don't see why everybody gotta feel
as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life,
Let me live baby
Let me live
(Rappin 4-Tay)
Pac I feel yah
Keep servin' it on the real ya
For instance, sayin'
Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah
Would you be wrong
For bucking a nigga into the pavement
He gonna get me first
If I don't get him
If you better start praying
Ain't no such thing
As, self defence
In the court of law
So Judges when we get to where were gonna
we're in the cross
that's real
Gotti, lurk thee
Creep tha fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes
No everybody want him
Now talkin' behind my back
Like, a bitch would
Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us"
Punk, I wish you would
It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face
gotta rush up in your place
to get your safe
Knowing you on that paper chase
grass, glass
Big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fine
I already sold a key of ounce
Bitch
Remember Tupac and 4-Tay
The same two brothas dodgin' bullets
And represtin' the Bay
Pac when you was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts
so sick but they try to clown
that's why they ride the band-wagon
Still we draggin' sellin' live
Don't think I don't see you playa haters
I know you all wear disguises
(Tupac)
Guess you figure you know me
cuz I'm a thug
that love to hit the late night club
drinkin' buzz
living lavish like a playa all day
I'm 'bout to floss 'em off
Playa stick with 4-Tay
Chorus
Only God Can Judge Me
Speaking of 2PAc
Best rap lyrics ever created, you know what i'm talking about :D
Code:"Hit 'Em Up"
[Tupac]
I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your bitch
You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
[Chorus]
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up
I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.