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Pretty Ugly

 

In all sides, at the five, I'm tryin to survive

You get cooked alive and dropped off on Kelly Drive

My squad's elite, a dozen deep hold heat

I'm the board of beat, big like Shanique from up the street

Now after dark, the shit starts, I plays my part

I see the NARCs stash my coat then hit the park

Don't wanna get knocked, for sixty rocks in a sock

You know the ghetto's red hot, gots to shot that on my block

I keep it strictly business, it's unfinished if there's a witness

I take it personal when bitch-ass niggaz start to snitchin

That shit gets me flamin, what these niggaz think they gamin?

Nothin but this four 24 aimin

West Philly's where I got my trainin

I represent the 6 like I'm Damien, it ain't nothin changin

Only way y'all hot if y'all sound like Jay

Or somebody from around my way, Philly Philly

 

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DMX

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Both EHME and Glasscock managed to post here but not make selections today? What the fuck?

 

Gosunkugi will be up in a few minutes.

 

oh damn... I forgot to message them.

 

Uselesss fuck.

 

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Inspectah Deck

 

I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier

The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan

Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman

So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin

While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin

The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!

Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart

The vandal, too hot to handle

Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell

Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set

The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

 

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Black Thought

 

Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on

And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan

I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan

Sells a squads off like a slave auction

Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution

On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan

Yo, my age an algebraic equation

Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion

Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son

M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son

You don't want no more son? That's when more come

And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done

Ladies and gentlemen

Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling

Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit

We hit em like the L at 60th and Market

South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it

Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets

Split back this like we the therapist

Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again

 

 

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I did not think that I would be able to make a selection that would surpass Ras in terms of controversial tone, but it looks as though I have...

 

Paris

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And more underground goodness.

 

Bigg Jus

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His time is up...

 

Guru

 

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Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat

He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop

I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out

From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol

Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole

You know the motherfucking situation

So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation

Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me

and all the honies be loving me

My style be kicking crazy BUTT

Wannabes on their knees licking crazy BUTT

Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her

I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her

cause she be working on my nerves

and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves

I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho

Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto

and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack

because I'm all that

And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall

I'm a come back to drown y'all

With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath

And stay the fuck out my path...

 

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Sticky Fingaz

 

Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die

Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie

Cause I'm havin a bad day, so stay out of my way

And what the pistol packin people say you better obey

Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime

Rip my heart, from my chest, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!)

I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind

And what's - mines is mines and, yours is mine

Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob yo' ass blind

Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine

So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck

It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G

I'm a bald head with a kinfe

I want your money or your life

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