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Effekt
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#41 kirjoitettu
07.09.2005 20:47
DIRTYSOUL kirjoitti:
Westside Connection-King of the Hill
Jos tuo mainitaan, niin mainittakoon vielä esimerkiksi tämä:
Cypress Hill - Fuck Westside Connection (kulkee myös nimellä Ice Cube Killa)
[Shag]
Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War")
Ding Ding Muthafucka
It's round two
I got my nuts and my denim, fool
You think we gon bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We from the evil side, boy
Chorus: B-Real [Shag]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
[B-Real]
In about four seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas
[B-Real's verse]
It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you hoes
With "No Vaseline"
You could be the big fish
Bring your drama
Fuck your mama
I'll bring the pack of piranhas
You tried to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video
You get addicted
You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass
You're the King of punks
King of busters
King of thieves
Now get down of your fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to sucking
You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren
Dub's cool
But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly little philly
I'm back tearing'
Can you really see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little frame
How can I miss?
I'll twist your cap and take your name
Analyze it
My name should be Mack 11
I'm a higher caliber MC
There's no question
Anytime you wann run up
You get dealt with
You get melted
"Check Yo' self" (bitch check it)
Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!)
[Shag Talkin']
You and Wack 10
Can't deal with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck y'all
So what'cha wanna do?
Bring it on, nigga
This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family
[Shag's verse]
Mack 10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's take it to the streets
And fight like real g's
What you niggaz wanna do?
You can't fuck with these
Ain't never had a strap
Now you wanna gangsta rap
Come can't to your hood
'Cause you're scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, this is war
Everybody on the floor
When I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to your jaw
Fuck you
Fuck your mama
Fuck your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down wit'
Unoriginal
Can't stand bitch made niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an actor
Not a muthafuckin' killa
What neighborhood you from?
What dirt you ever done?
When the shit goes down
You the first one to run
Everytime you talk
Got a mouth full of drama
Only missing you done
Is going to church wit'cha mama
[B-Real's verse]
You got the Real-a
Swingi' of my nuts
Cube Killa
Break yourself niga, huh!
Dick-a lick-a
You ain't a killa
You a busta
Muthafucka
Bitch made niggaz
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's nuts
Now he's all in your guts
You wannabe like him
But you got no skills
If he's the king
You must be the queen of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no respect
No doubt
Westside Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you hang
With real g niggaz
Bring your clique on
You wanna scrap
So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
Mack 10
I give you a year
I guarantee
You'll realize that you're getting' fucked
And you'll run to me
You pretty little trick
You look real sweet (Mmmm!)
I should make you one of my hoes like
Cube was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio gangsta
You should win an award
For most outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you been through
What you're going through
East Side family, nigga
What you wanna do?
[Shag]
Eastside!
That's right nigga!
East muthafuckin' side
'Til' we die, nigga!
Fuck all you punk ass niggaz!
Cube 187
Mack 10 187
Any other punk ass nigga
Who wanna take this beat
187
We hit niggaz up like that
We bicoastal, nigga
Cypress Hill family
Niggaz better recognize
We here to chastise
Nigga, whoo bangin'
That's how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, West coast
We don't give a fuck
Talk shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel, nigga
Niggaz get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew nigga
I represent muthafucka
How does that sound nigga
Cypress Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the fuck out man…)
(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man...)
Ja tähänhän voisi lainata vielä Cypress Hillin kappaleen No rest for the wicked, mutta säästän tilaa ja laitan vain linkin:
http://www.sing365.com...
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Parasiitti
416 viestiä
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#43 kirjoitettu
19.09.2005 17:24
Steen1, Ville Kalliosta, Syöpä ja Sampsa - Bängeri
Syöpä:
Hyvää räppiä ei tehdä PR:llä, eikä rahalla/
no kerrotaan tosiasioita ei hyvällä, vaan pahalla/
pankaa pillit suoraan pussiin, älkää paskaa pakettiin/
du ragit roskiin ja tanssiin Uotisen kanssa balettii/
se on salettii, et sun vitun räppiura/
on yhtä kovas nousussa, kun vitun impotentin muna/
Nyt tulee kerrottuna pari tärkeetä faktaa/
Suomiräpist yli 90% on paskaa/
Sitä kuuntelevat apinat/
on ne kaikista pahimmat/
tulee vitutuksen vapinat/
syntyy kaupunkitarinat/
kun kontrolli karkaa ja päässä alkaa seota/
niin loiki karkuun Kani pupu, vitun valkonen nubu/
ota ne housut nytten vittuun sieltä sukista/
ja tee se, vittu, vauhdilla tai tuun tukistaan ja kuristaan/
paljon sapettaa toi huivi alla lippiksen/
vitun *jotain* saa tuopist otsaan nytten kippiksen/
muukin kyseenalainen räppipalvonta/
ei mee jakeluun, se pännii, se otsaa pakottaa/
Syöpä sormen nostaa, PellePelleille kostaa/
ja pakottaa, kaikki meidän levyn heti ostaa/
Suomiräppiscenekin on yhtä vitun farssia/
toinen sitoo kukkia, toinen tanssii paritanssia/
te ootte palikoita, jos ei ala valjeta, ei tippuun/
lopeta uras, ota biisis Mikseristä vittuun/
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PeteyPete
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#46 kirjoitettu
29.09.2005 11:56
You're a fucking bastard
You're a fucking bastard
A shit fuck too
You're a fucking bastard
You're a fucking bastard
You're a fucking bastard
A shit fuck too
jne jne jne koko biisi alusta loppuun... en muista onko kerrossa jotain erikoista. Aika hyvin tiivistää noi dissinsä Exploitedin pojat.
ja sit yhen Blood For Bloodin biisin alku :
All right, all right , listen thats it, I've had enough, pull up your fucking pants, starighten your hat, why you're talking like that? Why you're walking like that?...Fucking think your Ice Cube or something. Why don't you go fucking listen to REO Speedwagon and wear dockers (?) like your supposed to, this ain't about your about your fantasy, this is about my fucking reality, Why dont you go white wash your fence, or clean your daddys car or something like that, you fucking sub-urban nerd!
...Ei sillain että vihaisin kaikkia räppäreitä vaa sen takii et ne on räppäreitä, mutta tossa nyt oli aika kovat dissit  (Ja en oikee saanu selvää mitä helvetti toi oikeesti sano tossa dockers kohdassa...)
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Abco
105 viestiä
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#50 kirjoitettu
01.10.2005 22:37
Nas - Ether
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
sekä
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was give you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Sean Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ass Kiss
Petos: Ketä Kiinnostaa
Voi perkele, viekää mun silmist veke se
Riimi riimist- eeposkin, koska se on vitun epäonnistunut tekele!
Mitä säki homo-Iibänksi avaudut mun räpeistä jossain vitun kirjassa (pelle!!)
Kato peiliin flygirl, throw ya hands in the air!
Koska sut ryöstetään, jos eksyt pimeelle puolelle siltaa,
eikä mitkään listasijoitukset tuu pelastaa sun iltaa.
Voit olla varma et syntetisaattoris tilttaa,
koska jollekin (???) kilipäälle sä oot pelkkää pahanhajuist ilmaa
Tim Dog: Fuck Compton
Having that gang war
We want to know what you're fighting for
Fighting over colors?
All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckas
But you go on thinking you're hard
Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed
Take your jeri curls, take your black hats
Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks
Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping
Well I'm from the South Bronx
Fuck Compton
Abco muokkasi viestiä 22:44 01.10.2005
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