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Also den find ich ziemlich beliebig, der Song ist auch nur so lala...

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naja vielleicht kommt G Rap auch nur so gut weil Yuk so kacke rappt da

Killah Priest:

Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I loved doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
that I was paying, plus the praying
I didn't like staying cuz of busy-bodies and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs
Durin the service, he swallowed up the poor
And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold
And watched mysteries unfold
And dropped a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
cause if you do your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind?
From a slave we was kept from the mind
And from the caves he crept from behind
And what he gave, was the sect of the swine
When the bible, it condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban
No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie
No hocus pocus cause I focus on the facts
And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
And too much knowledge, it might break up the ryhme
I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home, or sell books by the market
Need to chill and get their mind revived
For years religion did nothing but divide
The basic instructions before leaving earth

Jay-Z "a week ago"

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
we sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
and your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

The theme song to The Sopranos
plays in the key of life on my, mental piano
Got a strange way of seein life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious
This is, food for thought, you do the dishes

Jay-Z - Intro(Dynasty)



I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay

Jay-Z - U Don't Know

Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O.
Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old
Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil
Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you
One life to live - notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live this like my last movieSix oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie
I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick - I made the earth sick
M.J., hem Jay, fade away perfect
I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter
Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker
I'm a eighty-eighter, nine-six to "Reasonable Doubt"
Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out
Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out
You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out

Jay-Z - Hola Hovito

I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher

Rakim - The Watcher 2

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YOU ONLY GOOD AS WHAT YOU COME UP AGAINST

Never let another mothafucka repeat it
Never duckin a mothafucka nigga better delete it
Put the cerebella in killa mo
Forella foe
Can never get with a gorilla no
Killa cerebral feelin biblical ritual
This should get rid of the pain
Here in your pitiful game
This is for palatial pain
Deep in the pit of your brain
Let it rain with the unforgettable aim (Gunshot)
Nigga lookin for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
But, instead of lookin for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin the swastika
You can do what your doin cause your mockin up
Get your ride on nigga it's ya rock or what?
Lots of luck
You really couldn't need it
Hella heated
Mothafucka let the glock erupt
Box him up

C-Bo - Deadly Game

You know I never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life
When I ain't even done nothin wrong off icer
I have no in fo to offer ya
He asked my name so I came off the brain
Told him "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"
He said "Smart mouth nigga don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies
Now they got me down-town, spread my anus
Buttock, I'm like, "What the FUCK is it now?"
He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how"
It's foul, they got a nigga to' up from the, flo' up
My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision
at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition
He said if I lose at trial I'd get the ? with the L on top
but take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges
dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said
"I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback"
They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring
It's only strike one swing, batta batta swing

Chorus:
It's one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they
ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway
Yes yes... y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all
You better swing, batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
1 - shoot em in the face y'all
2 - shoot em in his face y'all
3 - take em on a chase y'all

Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated
Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it
Hates Dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch
Can't wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit
I gotta get a job, so I'm fillin out applications
Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh
Minimum wage don't get it, five bucks a hour
don't cut it, man I ain't widdit
So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack
My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo' back
Now it's time for me to start havin thangs
I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green
It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky
I'm at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin
I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin
that they won't fry me, unless they wanna die
They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was
Sho' nuff, ain't no bluff, here them suckers come
Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber
gun, uhh
Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh
I got a problem, witnesses ten
Positive identifa-cation

Chorus

On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided
Now I'm on parole, five years later
The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball
Fuck my P.O., I'm goin AWOL
And you all can suck this dick, I'm sick
and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit
I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep
I'm not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me
I'm petty with a prior, will buy your fate
With Wilson in the office, you gets no date
So I'm putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22
Bound to another state, me and my crew
Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip
California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick!
And if you didn't already know, that you couldn't
trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass
Used her death, and her family's name
so he can yank more votes, and political fame
It's a shame, that I'm the one they say is a monster
Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with
but FUCK THAT, I ain't goin out, like a punk
That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack
to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga
like me I blast one blast two that's strike three
Chorus

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company flow - patriotism

[El-Producto]
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power
that we have? We will fucking kill you!

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
rapid emcee perversion -- I'm America!
Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb
from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America!
You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
and jump on the CoFlow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
between serpentine words and mass confusion
of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
that the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in
You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
Fuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)
Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy
(Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon
with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
[El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!

{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of
patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS!
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom
to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing
I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities
What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management
Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment
by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
MotherFUCKER!

"til my heart stops" von r.a. und agallah
beide verses sind outstanding, aber vor allem r.a. killt den track :love:

(RA) We not like you other MC's
(Adolf) Riding fake props
(RA) I'll be in this rap shit till my fucking heart stops
(Adolf) We not like you other MC's
(RA) Riding fake props
(Adolf) Actin hard but you front in front of the cops

(Adolf)
Karate flick co-starring, Agallah and
Me and you street sparring, yo son what about Sharon
I'm in the mansion sipping Dom with Wong from Hong Kong
We smoking fucking hydro out the bong
You telling me Adolf the Assassinator 'you the don'
Don what nigga, that's that old funny shit
Yo we got the information yo where the money kid
Fucking up ya generation like the mob
I'm on my job, yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb
Knock you out till your fucking face blob
Adolf the Assassinator - yo kid we hard
Yo smack you on some barbecue lard
Yo kid - Yo niggas is hungry you god!
Yo I know what time it is like clap and flash and shaft
Sit down wit my niggas, smoke weed, watch a video and laugh
Yo smacking bitches on the ass, yo anymore weed to pass?
That's the next question - the next suggestion -
it's where your rhyme profession
Sinking down the drain - yo fuck his name, fuck the game
Adolf the Assassinator shooting like the flamethrower
Yo God, split the seas like Noah - or should I say Moses
Everything is not fucking dandelions and roses
Supposed to fold us - niggas chose us to rock us
Adolf the - stop us - see our dime droppers
Niggas with the shit poppers, I'm on some high school shit
Running through the fucking hall ripping open niggas lockers
Seeing if they stole my rhymes
Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance - one more time to enhance
Yo kid I seen a glance of a cat trying to steal my rap
All them niggas deserve is a smack
Adolf the - I dont like that
You a baby need to feed similac - Yo god, how about that?
I seen you doubt that RAW ROUTE that
Yo Adolf the - how you being to me
Yo you need to wake up smelling the coffee

(RA)We not like you other MC's
(Adolf)Riding fake props
(RA)I'll be in this rap shit till my fuckin heart stops

(RA The Rugged Man)
Cause we can play daily- cursed with all types of bad lucks
It's common sense - "Everybody life sucks!"
Dont you know that, I knew this - My whole life
The anglo-saxon, caucasian, low-life - the no money broke life
The subway cup holders, street corners
Constantly look over you shoulders
It's official; we dirty, crusty till death do us, or does us
It's a shame aint nobody love us
Plus understand this Rugged man be who the man is -
I'm trying to piss on white bitches tryin to act like they spanish
My two fists light you, if I fight you, I bite you
Like Mike Tyson, we street-fighting
The money, pussy, plus the glamour - none of it's exciting
I'm sick of living, I stay depressed make me wanna give in (echoes 3x)
I'm not gonna be able to do this shit y'all -
Suffolk County that's the place we live
Exit 6-2 crazy ass Stonybrook kids
Vinny Baretta Human Beatbox Bum - who be the sickest - nobody sicker
Your clicks thick but mines thicker
I rock wit ya - who iller - you outta place
Got big balls whip the dick out - fuck you in your face
The beautiful - the rap leader
The lack of cash dreamer
The 450 lb fat bitch ass-eater
Yo ask MC Hammer if he seen her
I need a freak like Adina
Yo Agallah bring the heater
They biting styles like mosquita
But fuck them I stay creeping
Which bitch wanna get they pussy eaten?
Super-freak hideous
I went to school on the special-ed minibus
Cant trust us- bust us- who rugged us?
Adolf Agallah - R-A The Rugged Man

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Power Music, Electric Revival.

Roscoe Umali's hook & verse aus Knock Out Kings :love:

Walk like a champion, talk like a champion crews wanna battle but i already know the outcome
walk like a champion, talk like a champion, crews come come come not ready for the outcome

a yo! this home grown hydro got my eyes low
roscoe the dai-low, i make my foes die slow
cuz i been rockin shows since back in 90
duck in from the 5-o, i got these hoes like "wow"
flows never stop, drop hot like a buckshot
your girl sucks cock like a wallstreet stock
up and down, while my crew pounds beats profound
if you didn't know, you know now, we came to get down
i know it sounds ruffed raw and hardcore
when i'm in your parking lot you better lock your car door
your team ain't even score and i'm already 4 for 4
with more in store i'm swoopin through like a condor

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Power Music, Electric Revival.

Meine Eltern wohnten in einem Schloss und redeten über die Sicherheit der Werte.
Ich sagte mit vierzehn zu ihnen: Fickt Euch, ich mach' mit Sicherheit keine Lehre!
Ich sag' es Euren Kindern, vergesst Sam, mit fünfzehn rauchte ich mehr als einen Hunni Gras am Tag,
jetzt bin ich zwanzig und wenn ich will ficke ich die Girls, die Curse nur casten kann.
Ich bin weiß und verwirrt, überragend ausgestattet mit Scheiße im Hirn.
Mein Leben ist wie einstürzende Neubauten, meine Freundin schmeißt mit Geschirr.

S.D. - Fuckin Flowin'