The Art & Science of the Hip-Hop / Rapping

I catch little sleep at night, wake up the next and keep it moving
Context, don't take me out, this raw fusion
Is climaxed, high frictional vestax
And techniques, making my money with less tax
And prestige, as long as I'm cracking my kraft cheese
Calling the cops and I have to leave
I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid
Ahead of my time, I'm locked in a room with a view of the walls
Iron clap, my rhyme is a firing squad
Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls
Holding them all acountable with the mountain of evidence
You're under the table dead presidents
Wouldn't let you walk from the case with a hung jury
A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me
The upright in odacity and gull
If you feel certain, you'll never get past the steel curtain
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson
My style is impeduous
My defence is impregnible
Ima eat your style, eat your style kid
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson
Arjures, shoot off arrows like we're gladiator
Even if we get past the piles of knights with armor satire
Hate or die, haters don't you even try
Retreat from your sneak attack leave from us or you won't be back
Or the bishop will chop, will covert diagonals
In a hail of ammo, we'll give you your halo
Stay low in a bunker, resort with the thunder
Or we'll be hotile like german sheppard
And the viking manuever, we're taking Vancouver
To new heights with the viking like, no other producer
With a spiked ball and chain I'm Braveheart, Maximus
With an axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans
Never stop, let you not be want again
Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men
Eighteen on the abaracus, hey to you in a happy room
No one comes to the accalade where all the Massmen are made
Clash of the titans in a street for fighting
We meet with the mic and my reach I'm deadly at best
Fuck Elliot Ness I'm a style Al Capone my styles my own
Stop biting... Mike Tyson
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson
My style is impeduous
My defence is impregnible
Ima eat your style, eat your style kid
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson
Know how to pause you to switch your game plan
While you hearing this you change styles
Can't even tell we're listning to the same man
That we heard when we came out, shang-how
You keep biting off this rhyme writing
Style taking them without liscense, now crowd hypen
I'm navy seal on you foot soldiers
It's kill at will till that shit's over
I'm conceptuable, they just over, incomplete if it's lackluster
They bite like a frustrated boxer
I'm coming down like a paratrooper, hard on ya
If you're not i'm moving and shaking, no creature in you bakers
Bled out, too fragile for Shaq and the Lakers
Abstract's the major, minor, eighty-eight keys solo
With frequency, modulation and foot pedals
All out battle till beef settles
It's inticing, scorpion is in rising
All dead wait get shedded, we're downsizing
Independant, definately enterprising
We get offended when you're blatingwith the senseless biting
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson
Stop biting while i'm rhyme writing
You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson
Everbody always talk about Mike Tyson
Is biting Holyfield
He bit somebody too man, you know what i'm saying
Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing
Clash of the titans, Ab and Rob the Viking

Stop biting, no doubt
Yo Ab, I'm glad you're getting this off your chest
cause you and Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed
you guys are true originators of styles
And it's a compliment when these kids get inspired by what you did
and continue to do. But it's an insult when they get all gassed up
and forget where they got these styles from in the first place
you know? Battle Axe.

That's right

Rajneesh a écrit :
Novice oualakin ouejhi 9ase7!

L'instru (surtout) me prend par les tripes :

Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
And they take a loss, take a loss to the master and i
Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin
All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to
Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to
Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and
Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and
They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me
They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do
Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on
Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on
The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac
Back up ya boys and let's start the battle
Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh

Chorus:
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
I was born to roll (repeat several)

Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
It's saturday, it's saturday, the heat might smother you
Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in
Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave
In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns
Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
Bit I think I better school him cause he don't know the time
So I'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine
Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away i
Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
High decibels passin through a residential district
See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep

Black boy, black boy turn that shit down
You know that america don't wanna hear the sound
Of the bass drum jungle music go back to africa
Nigga I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic
I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and
Write another ticket if ya have any left and
I'm breakin ear drums while I'm breakin the law
I'm disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut
Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go nut
And turn it up to where it was before nice try
But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye
I wonder if I blasted a little elvis presley
Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me
I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin
Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis
But you know my name so you never hear no elvis
Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits
God's on my side so watch what the devil gets
Positivity hittin 50 levels deep
Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep

[Intro: Krumb Snatcha]
Uh, '97
Premo, D&D y'all, that's right, I want to speak a little truth
'Bout what guns is really about cause me being victim of guns
Was an experience of gettin' Closer To God
[Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha]
Since the day I was young I had preminitions of an ending to come
Behind the barrel of the next man's gun
It used to be fun, when I'm the one doin' the clappin'
Now I'm facin' my death, doin' fast breath, no laughin'
How can this happen, holdin' my chest to the floor
Laid up, or spraid up dreamin' to even the score
Bright lights all I saw my life flashed before me
From a distance I heard a faint voice steady call me
I guess my time is here, surpress my fear I'm ready
Tryin' to breath steady, feelin' my legs gettin' heavy
Lord, don't let me..die this young, without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen my life has just begun
A nightmare flip visions of swingin' the poolstick
Defendin' my near if I turn left the pool quick
Lost control of my mind, flipped the safety of the nine
And squeezed tastin' down this judge and roused, then fell on my knees
Weak from my heart feel my chest gettin' hot, I got caught
Vivid memories of how my gun dropped, bullets in stock
Lost all thoughts of me rappin' try to catch one for I die
For self satisfaction, get up off my knees begged him don't please
Picked up the squeeze dipped behind cars bullet shelves hittin' the trees
Curse my enemies will be as smart enough to take cover
Feelin' my body shudder as I drop right in front of
The boot place as hot shells hit the cheek of my face
Catchin' bloody taste, watch my blood leave trace
Hennessy got me trippin' plus the brew I was sippin'
Feelin' more blood drippin' I see them load a second clip in
Betreated, I been defeated my life is ice like popsicles
Open the door hit the floor of the hospital
It's on
[Hook: scratched and cut by DJ Premier]
[Prodigy: Shook Ones (Part II)] "Gettin' closer to god in a tight situation"
[Rakim: Eric B. Is] "Let me be your angel and I be your protection"
President
[Snoop Doggy Dogg: Murder Was The Case] "I stopped breathin' damn I see demons"
[Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha]
My heart's racin' a casualty and convertation
Hopin' one day I'll awake and feelin' my body, start shakin'
I been mistakin' retaliation to come
Soon holdin' my gun boom on the floor of the hospital room
Or shall I cry for help as I look up at the ceiling
My inner feelin' tellin' me to start healin' not in a million
Years I would wanna end here, whipin' my tears
Thinkin' of my long lost carreer, in this business of rap
Now flat on my back, tryin' to put it place to face on this enemy cat
Cardiac control, I put a hold on my soul
Twenty-two years old and my life gon' took her some toe
My body fall for numerous feelings I fell layin' here lonely
Watchin' my homie scream for help I hear a doctor
Yellin' directions to the meds cut open my friends
Bring me to the nearest bed half dead
My inner head screamin' losin' my breathin'
[scratch] "Damn I see demons" -> Snoop
Don't remember the good Krumb, only the bad one
And now I can tell the depths of hell for evils I've done
Can't run, facin' my worst of fears
Leavin' my physical as my spiritual descends stairs
But wait, this can't be real, I feel the agents are real
Askin' my name, overlookin' my bloodstained gold chain
Easin' my pain from where we came I don't know
But he's tellin' me it's not the right time to go
Back in my fo' tubes suckin' the ooze from my mouth
As nurses run about, tryin' to send me down south
Who shot ya? That's word from the detect' and the doctor
Before I got flown to Beantown in a helicopter
[Hook: scratched and cut by DJ Premier]
[Prodigy] "Gettin' closer to god in a tight situation"
[Rakim] "Let me be your angel and I be your protection"
[Snoop] "I stopped breathin' damn I see demons"
[Prodigy] "Gettin' closer to god in a tight situation"
[Verse 3: Krumb Snatcha]
I awake with cold feet feelin' weak and can't eat
Seein' homies stand around, but no sounds I can't speak
Cheap hospital clothes a badged up of holes got me depressed
As I'm lookin' at my legs and my chest
They patched up five, lucky that I had survived
Layin' in bed with a naked head, but alive
We call it a night, before, we tryin' to make sure
I was staggerin' in to the hospital door
Whosader, the flash to a honourable respitator
The flashback to me gettin' respect form my savior
I can't understand it, must been the way that they planned it
And my commandment I've never takin' live for granted
Rememberin' on my knees, beggin' please
Don't let my soul get seized, lost track of my thoughts
Cause the d.t.'s came and question me, testin' me
Guess havin' thoughts arrestin' me
Stop stressin' me cause ain't no confession see
Funny ain't it thought I was back in an inseignment
Now my image is tainted coughed on my crutches for enreignment
Damn..