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File: 1608526497369.gif (714.5 KB, 451x239, LoseMyCool.gif)

 No.995

Going to dump some turn up songs from my youth here. Feel free to drop some as well.
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 No.996

File: 1608526497529.jpg (11.18 KB, 480x360, ProdigyAlchemist.jpg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIySztK940k

[Prodigy]
IMDKV Queens Massacre
The Infamous Mobb Deep King Vulture rapper
What niggas wan' do when you see me off camera
Nigga strip who? I'll beat you till you lavender
You banned from the functions and concerts, cancel son
Void that, you can't cash that, stop frontin'
You ain't never see me in the streets while we was beefing
Talkin' 'bout I white flagged you and said it's all peace
When you know damn well it's apocalypse season
Get your back radiated next time you try to flee
From this punishment you got comin', don't resist
You only gonna make it worse, stand the fuck still bitch
You screamin', see motherfucker, you screamin'
Now I'mma have to stop that
Hand me the nail hammer and the baseball bat
I'mma buss his mouth open he trying to attract
The attention of them people
IMDKV, I'm evil
Straight black evil
When it call for it kidnap the pussy for torture
I'm all for it
What you thought I was Angel Cake?
You niggas is hella soft you just baby food beef
I'm dog food dope, keep your lady on a leash
When I'm outside walkin' through the world like I own this bitch
With my hoodie on, black king cobra shit
Queens nigga get the money and I stay fresh
Pockets full of dough, tippin' hundreds to the waitress
Smokin' like exotic car tailpipes
Hopin' one of y'all niggas would get right
Go on pop your gun and cut to the chase
Pussy nigga step up front, I'm cuttin' up his face
On some brutal crime shit, get your eyeball sliced
Ugh, disgusting shit, I will fuck up your life
IMDKV Queens Massacre
The Infamous Mobb Deep King Vulture rapper, what
Nigga wan' do when you see me off camera
Nigga strip who? I'll beat you till you lavender
You banned from the functions and concerts, cancel son
And rain on your parade you silly ass nigga
Jerk it motherfucker this is not a prank nigga
I'm a felon, parolee
I still smoke rollies
You ain't gotta find Jesus, I'll leave you Holy
They ain't gotta find God, I'll baptize your homies
Then crack another Patron and toast memories
I'm top of New York, bad man, nothing nice
Bitch king me, top me off like a dirty Sprite
Yo too much of my life'll get you fucked up
Way more than that LQ and blunt, dun
They rated me triple X, I'm too vulgar
I start finger-fuckin' that Mac, it's all over
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 No.997

File: 1608526497639.png (630.41 KB, 886x575, Blaq-Poet-Hood-Talk.png)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0YmhdXhoPI

[Verse 1]
Oh no, here I go again, it's Blaq Po' again
Niggas hoping and praying that I just throw it in
But I can't stop, I won't stop, I'm too thorough
Plus, none of ya niggas can give me any trouble
Yo thun, you outdid yourself, these niggas kid themselves
It's over for ya niggas, when this shit hits the shelf
You want hardcore? Here it is
24 7 year round like motherfucking Bill & Fizz
280, 6 1 , black as fuck
And I still ain't fighting fair, nigga keep the back 'em up
The game is out of order, niggas don't got no direction
Don't worry all I got this, bang me in every project
Got it locked down, north, south, east or west
On some real nigga shit, ya niggas know, Preem's the best
Don't even try to fight it, or start a fucking riot
I take the microphone and deep fry it, keep quiet
And as for drama nigga, don't even go there
Attack you with no fear, look at my eyes, I don't care
Everybody building up for a gang fight
Black jacks, big gats, motherfucking chain's nice
I know you're saying damn this bastard can flow
Ya motherfuckers must be orphans, the last ones to know

[Hook]
Bang this, motherfucker bang this
Take a slim wrist, I make you famous
Bang this, motherfucker bang this
If you're posted in the strip, if you're coasting in the whip
Bang this, motherfucker it's the shit
When you're high as a kite, and drunk with your clique
Bang this, bang this
Bang this motherfucker bang this

[Verse 2]
I turn on my radio, I cover my ears, I can't have it
Where the fuck is Red Alert? Where the fuck is Mr. Magic
Shit, I guess I got to get with the times
My mindstate is '88 but my style is '09
I'm sick with the rhymes like niggas sniffing some lines
Motherfuckers can't rap, got to stick with the crimes
Bang this, got nothing to hide, I'm shameless
A wild fucking animal, you can't tame this
OE guzzler, gats with the muffler
Stay on the grind, I'm a lifetime hustler
And Im'ma back up every fucking word
Leave you on the curb all fucked up, you heard
Bang this, motherfuck them bird niggas
On the real, you know how bad I hurt niggas
Blaq Poet, yeah I'm popping mad shit
It's in my blood, I'm on some really bad shit
It's nothing funny, I got dum dums for dummies
I'm a OG, but I'm getting that new money
This is a dead end, one way
Let's gun talk, gun play, everybody got to go one day
All that bullshit rose to the top
I'm like that cookie at the bottom of the pot
Nigga bang this
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 No.998

>>9806
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9qInMLfhmI

[Verse 1]
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga I'm from Bompton
Talking that shit nigga get yo' ass boobopped-like-boowop
Pop-popped, that's two shots
My shooters in the 'hood going ham, they need to woosa
Niggas ain't beefing with a hamburger
I'm on Rosecrans nigga at Tam's Burgers
I'm buying AKs and handguns
Do the enemies foul, nigga; and-1
I'm really with the shit though
I'm really on the block with the pistol
Let it blow like a whistle
Yo' moms lookin' like she doin crystal
I'm a hunnid' rack boy
But daddy is a bitch and you a son of that boy

[Hook]
(Nigga nigga nigga, nigga I'm from Bompton)
That's why yo' bitch wanna fuck
And yo' homies don't like me cause they know where I'm from
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
I be really in the hood though
Mama never understood though
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
New shit dropping, whip copping, nigga I'm popping
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
Where the Crips say, "errrb"
And the bitch niggas get on my nerves

[Verse 2]
I'm buyin' choppers like tennis shoes
And I hate doing interviews
'Cause criminals don't like talking
I don't go to funerals, I don't like coffins
You wasn't catchin' fades in the county
Niggas told you "roll it up" and you was out-ie
I got Crips they be TG'd up
I heard you hit the county and be PC’d up
Your bitch fuck me cause I'm poppin'
I be on the block when the police watchin'
And if you cross the street, there's a store there
But that's the enemy store we don't go there
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
I know ese's and all my enemies bitches wanna sex me
All my YG's give it up, enemies hit 'em up
West Side Tree Top gang, we don't give a fuck

[Hook]
(Nigga nigga nigga) Yeah I'm from Bompton
That's why yo' bitch wanna fuck
And yo' homies don't like me cause they know where I'm from
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
I be really in the hood though
Mama never understood though
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
New shit dropping, whip copping, nigga I'm popping
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
Where the Crips say, "errrb"
And the bitch niggas get on my nerves

[Interlude: YG & RJ]
Ey, blood ain't that that nigga right there?
That's on the set that's that nigga right there
Ey, ey pull up on this nigga homie
Ey pull up. Ay where you from?
Ay, ay nigga where you from nigga?

[Hook]
(Nigga nigga nigga) Nigga I'm from Bompton
That's why yo' bitch wanna fuck
And yo' homies don't like me cause they know where I'm from
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
I be really in the hood though
Mama never understood though
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
New shit droppin', whip coppin', nigga I'm poppin'
(Nigga I'm from Bompton)
Where the Crips say, "errrb"
And the bitch niggas get on my nerves
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 No.999

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erw0Pf1ulk0

"Waddup Gz"

What up?
What up G's
What, what up?
What up G's
What, what up?

It ain't nothing but this murder rap
It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but these money stacks
It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but the same old
Plan that we had planned from the front door
I write a 16 and disrespect your whole career
Compared to me you sound like an amateur
Just a novice; I'm an expert word smith
Playing games I'm an animal with this
We're not the same, that's very fucking obvious
You're not a made mobster you're an obelisk
Don't let me catch you in the streets you're a sandwich
Or picnic, pick a nigga I will damage
Little boy get his motherfucking head flew
It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing I ain't been through
My practice makes perfect aim
Nah you're not ready for war, bang bang

What up?
What up G's
What, what up?
What up G's
What, what up?

It ain't nothing but this murder rap
It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but these money stacks
It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but the same old
Plan that we had planned from the front door
I'll pop a shot that'll wrap up your whole life
One shot, one shot and it's good night
Nice and neat, tuck 'em in the with the white sheet
Sleeping bags for them fags trying to fight me
Can't fight it, this was meant, this was meant to be
You a false prophet, P is eternally
At odds with the Devil, stay try'na murder me
But I keep comin' back like a dope fiend
Watch me spawn back with no jewelry on
Born again, it's on again, let's get it on
It be a slaughter, turn this shit Sodom and Gomorrah
I cut a snake nigga head off, yeah
And I stick with my dogs, be like

What up?
What up G's
What, what up?
What up G's
What, what up?
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 No.1000

File: 1608526498230.jpg (16.45 KB, 300x300, mcren.jpg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGYYiBcEFlc

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan]
Is America like ancient Rome?
Is America like ancient Babylon?
Come on, come on, I wanna hear from you

[Verse 1]
I told you Ren will be back with the niggas
In the Dodge and the camouflage
Blunted at the Taj, a million niggas no mirage
Creeping and we're creeping in your little white huts
20 million niggas chanting I don't give a fuck
It's on, the switch got flicked but who did it?
When that shit was committed, fuck that where's my mack?
Niggas getting crazy cause Ren is in the front
With Supreme Wisdom, puffing on a blunt
Train by my side tearing up shit
With his bulletproof vest, still yelling double S
The whole community is up in a rage
Cause niggas be moving closer to white motherfuckers'll make them as slaves
And then they put these sell out niggas on the TV
To try to calm down niggas like you and me
But fuck that shit, cause my eyes are closed
Cause Ren ain't got time to be fucking around with them hoes
So I see ya at the grave where we bury them
Even motherfuckers that went out and even married them
Now it's time to attack take this motherfucker back
Bring it on, and it's on

[Hook]
Attack, attack, attack on Babylon (x8)

[Verse 2]
Here comes the doom, so listen to the tick of the tock
Can't keep niggas off your block, don't forget we got the Glock
And the sawed-off, and the trey 8's
And the duce duce, and the niggas in the pen breaking loose
So Ren will conduct this, but I pull my dick and say suck this
For the niggas that say fuck this
That ain't down, and step foot into the car
To commit the 187 with the nigga they call Akbar
But who gives a fuck who pulled the trigger
Cause I know some bitches that shot up a gang a niggas
Getting off the reservations, breaking up the docks
Doing this with 15 shots
Babylon the Great, look at the bitch while she falls
Dying like a motherfucker with no one to call
Now it's time to attack, take this motherfucker back
You bring it on, and it be on

[Hook]
Attack, attack, attack on Babylon (x8)

[Verse 3]
Where the fuck ya gonna run
When the fucking ground starts shaking
Niggas don't be waiting, niggas be constantly making
Niggas with no hesitation, a fuck up in this nation
To murder the caucasian, the Asian invasion
So here we come, come, come
My nigga Rhythm D is on the drum, drum, drum
The mayday, oh it's a dreadful day
When no motherfucker can come out to play
It goes (5 gunshots)
Niggas letting off and the shit is all that
So stay inside the house if you ain't down
Cause you might get caught up you sad faced clown
Then I'll bring ya to ya knees, fucking with these
Fucking with niggas that's a hive of bees
We go stinging, but dumbass niggas keep singing
No time for singing, too busy swinging
So it's time to attack, take this motherfucker back
Y'all brought it on, so now it's on
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 No.1001

File: 1608526498365.jpg (102.83 KB, 300x300, cnn.jpg)

https://youtu.be/nUKsf16wMeM

[Chorus]
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me, gossip, scared to death when I pop up

[Verse 1]
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you
The setup was weak, you coming
I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
Cowboy rope, choke your throat
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray face
Stay with gat on my waist
Give the god some space, shoot you up above waist
If I ain't got beef right here or right there
Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right there
CNN war report, spread across New York
Guard him Indian style - knees bent, militant
Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq
Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that
Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat
Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug
Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too
Uncle Wise did biz since '82
Back on the streets, A hundred seven Guy Brew
I see you, come see you, writing scrolls (writing scrolls)
To the rest of the fam, locked in holes
At age eight, money come first, snatch purse
Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed
Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish
This game real, realer than you think, just think
Spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts
Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'
Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct

[Chorus]
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me, gossip, scared to death when I pop up

[Verse 2]
Yo, time zone, cabron, maricon
Bitches callin me up, tryin to set me up
Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell
General - clique deep with cartel
When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?
Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck
Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
We waitin, conversatin', Iblis Satan
Illegal life, watch police on bikes
Like Steel and Shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game
Stressed day, police watch from 12K
While I smoked shorty sipped Chardonnay
I lay - lay back, cognac
And I don't even drink like that, I sell crack
Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
Shoot guns, parallel
Pistol bust well
Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
Clique together, keep gats under the leather
You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight
Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit
Got smoked
God body cat, he sniff coke
Yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine
Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
Player hater - my team a bunch of regulator
Set you up, you won't make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I'm jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
Shooting up scenes
Real niggas take cream

[Chorus]
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me, gossip, scared to death when I pop up

[Outro]
* people give shout-outs *
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 No.1002

File: 1608526498507.jpg (111.41 KB, 1280x720, SoundBwoyBureill.jpg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5MogMGLWAA

mif-N-Wessun ft. Top Dog and Starang Wondah - “Sound Bwoy Bureill”
[Emcee(s): Top Dog, Tek, Steele, and Starang Wondah]
[Producer(s): DJ Evil Dee and Mr. Walt]
[Sample 1 (Bass): The Waters - “My Heart Just Won’t Let You Go” (0:00)]
[Sample 2 (Sound Effect/Other): Ramatam - “Heart Song” (0:03)]
[Sample 3 (Drums): Climax Blues Band - “Louisiana Blues” (0:00)]

[Intro: Sample from Clement Irie “Sound Boy Get Kuff (AKA Ku You Sound Boy)”]
“We are the winning champion sound. You cannot cross the border ‘cause we alkaline body. You will come, we’ll kill you already and you and your fronting ass. There is no form of threat to we come. When it come to lyrics, we have it, so come!”

[Verse 1: Top Dog]
Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head
The shottie fly, now the batty guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin. Enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan’ come test Dog?
I find his family to I.D. him in the morgue
I bet you never thought I bust lead—surprise!
I’m a fortified blunt head just like me dread

[Verse 2: Tek]
You try test
The champion sound, you getting bucked down
Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown
Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted
From the sacks of chocolate off Mother Gaston
You say you number one wicked selector
I say you punnany and I’ll wet ya
Keep the bull ‘fore I pull this here trigger
‘Cause you don’t wanna test me when I’m tipsy off the liquor like the punk
They called McGirt. Got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt. Now he’s
In misery, trying to cop a plea
Lead to him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Three, see
Lick off a shot, you no dick-rider
Lick a shot, punnany, not gunfire

[Verse 3: Steele]
Now
Everybody wanna be Don Gorgon. All around
New York, niggas be talking, but we be stalking
In the dark’s when the gun starts barking
But in the day, be wary of where you be walking

[Interlude 1: Sample from Gregory Isaacs - “Ruler For the Dance”]
“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t you ever mention ‘bout you wan’ test the champion sound! Leave it to the people rough kind! You know that we’re kind to people. Them come-a, we never fall far. Leave!”

[Verse 4: Steele]
Me nah
Sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me
That motherfucker that be bugging off of truth he see
Original criminal running town
Crime pays—that’s what I practice, so act if
You wan’ get blasted by my nine shot
Come around my block, find a nice spot in a pine box
Murderer, batty bwoy killer
Colin Powell feeler, we ‘bout to get iller

[Verse 5: Tek]
Sound bwoy, you got ‘nough reason to worry
Coming with my troops, we about to bury
Better pack your dubs and move in a hurry
Ease off, seen?
Looking at my pager, it’s about that time
To load up the nine and do my daily crime
Warriors, conquerors, the man before ya
Mr. Rippa AKA the enemy killer
My man with the weed is my man indeed, and all you
Sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed

[Interlude 2: Sample from Gregory Peck - “False Sound”]
“Talking ‘bout you have sound?!? And my sound you wan’ test?!? You’ll never know that, when it come to championship, it’s we that of the management that current spasmic on you, the fake-funking crew! Leave!”

[Verse 6: Tek]
Lord, some bwoy gwan get dead tonight, duke
As I retrieve the two-five from my Timb boots
Target ‘pon sight, trigger ‘pon cock
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
‘Nough pussyhole gwan die this year
Here comes the Boot Camp sliding to the rear

[Verse 7: Starang Wondah]
Starang coming like a hurricane licking shots
More untouchable than niggas with the chickenpox
So emcees get lifted when I’m spliffted
Nigga, guard your grill ‘cause Louieville packs the biscuit
In the session, Smif-N-Wessun, O.G.C
Gunn Clappa Numba One with my nigga D-O-G

[Verse 8: Steele]
We bring
The realness. Feel this boom as Black Moon
Reveal this. We come to let you know what the deal is
Straight up, we serve justice, so if
You can’t be trusted, may you return where the dust is

[Outro: Sample from King Everald - “Send Fi the King”]
“There is many sound that’s going around and going around, going like a clown, but I’m telling you. Clean up your walk and come to the lights. Sucker, you are dead, stuck from morning and always evening ‘til everything’s dead”
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 No.1003

>>9806
>DMX
My Nigga
>>

 No.1004

File: 1608526500300.jpg (25.74 KB, 370x558, 305.jpg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbGhS2tOLLQ



[Verse 1: Jay 305]
I'mma a rider, I'm in the streets where it's violent
Niggas beefin' over nothin', fuck it we thuggin'
House party, fuck clubbin', take a fade, it's nothin'
I'm blussin'
You ain't the homie nigga? We jumpin'
On my momma
We don't care around here
No respect around here, smell like death around here
Tiny fuck ass niggas, throwin' up westside and bitches
And don't even fuck with us
Where your pass at?
Matter fact where you from? We don't stand back
I'm in every hood like a motherfuckin' alley cat
I lost somebody momma or a hood rat
Posted in the hood around here
And that's why I'm good around here

[Hook: Jay 305]
I'm thuggin', on everything I'm thuggin'
Everyday I'm thuggin', everyday I'm thuggin'
All my homies thuggin', all my bitches thuggin'
My momma know I'm thuggin', nigga

[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Bitch I'm from the (?) double lean
No BM, that's sucker shit
I'm really from (?), my nigga, I'm so (?)
My fullies is thugs, we'll shoot up the club
I'm the reason your favorite rapper's a blood
To say I'm the truth, I get loose up in the booth
You niggas is fakers, see me? It's in my roots
Really on the block though, phase ironic
Heard was you a turn-up in 2400
All red laces, chucks, I don't give two fucks
Got two twin Glocks, I call 'em my two sluts
I bust two nuts, finger fuckin' my bitches
We don't fuck with no (?)
Fuck boys in (?)
I don't trust you bitches but I'll fuck your daughter
Got a Rollie from Steve, clear diamonds as water
It's the AOB and them OPMs
I made a mill off tour, and I'm still thuggin'

[Hook: Jay 305]

[Verse 3: Jay 305]
I'm a rider, I'm in the streets where it's violent
Don't be on no sucker shit
Take a fade, it's nothin'
Really on the block though, phase ironic
Matter of fact, where are you from? We don't stand back
Fuck with no (?), fuck boys in (?)
>>

 No.1005

File: 1608526500439.jpg (12.21 KB, 220x219, partyup.jpg)

>>9820
Hell yeah, you hear the new DMX feature on The LOX's new track? I'm glad he's getting back on the music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MqpVEbPlNI

[Hook: DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

[Verse 1: DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick
Aight, all your mans up in the jail before sucked my dick
And all them other cats you run with
Get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight, there go the gun click, 911 shit
All over some dumb shit; ain't that some shit?
Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club
‘Cause every time you come around, it's like what?
I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to
But I'm not him, aight, Slim? So watch what you do!
Or you gon' find yourself buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue
Or maybe they just saying that now ‘cause they miss you
Shit, a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you laying on your back
Looking at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

[Hook: DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

[Verse 2: DMX]
Off the chain, I leave niggas soft in the brain
‘Cause niggas still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fucking with me; and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on
That got you think that you Superman, I got the Kryptonite
Should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You're wack, you're twisted, your girl's a ho
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I'll never let her go."
I'm tired of weak ass niggas whining over puss
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it on, on the strength of the hands with them, man

[Hook: DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

[Verse 3: DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it hurts the head
No more talking, put him in the dirt instead
You keep walking, lest you tryin' to end up red
‘Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
‘Cause you's a soft type nigga
Fake up North type nigga, push like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brung out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga running his mouth, I'ma blow his lung out
Listen! Your ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

[Hook: DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

[Bridge: DMX]
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street-street peoples, meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside, motherfucker

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
X has got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man X got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
All my streets, they bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz-Swizz Beatz, we're bouncin' again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R, keep it comin'
Ain't nothin' y'all, ain't nothin' y'all can do now
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 No.1006

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 No.1007

File: 1608526500825.png (275.46 KB, 414x414, dannybrown.png)

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 No.1008

https://youtu.be/mmuexclqlFs

I donno if he’s a leftist, but i like this dude he raps about his poverty and depression
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 No.1009

https://youtu.be/Hoij9jiB3HA


The sun still shines and the grass still grows
Rain still falls and the wind still blows
Seasons change, as the days grow old
Trapped in a maze with the same
Metaphors
World still turns as we imitate clones
Time ticks on as we age so slow
On with the show till the stage explodes
With the same metaphors engraved in my skull
What do I live for? Why am I breathing?
Why did I come here? When am I leaving?
How will I know when Im diving off the deep end?
Please, tell me what the fucks the big secret?
Why will time reveal my episode?
Why should I suffer in a life I never chose?
And can I say goodbye when my credits roll?

[Hook] x2
Oh, how life must feel in a wonderful world
Oh, how life must feel in a wonderful world

[Verse 2]
Starring the little girl, only seven years old
Peddling a bicycle in the center of the road
Met with a driver with less than control
Who gets left with a dent as shes sent to the morgue
Middle-aged dad, breadwinner for his family
Demanded the title, lived life old fashion
His little kids hero, Daddy couldn't lose
Until that afternoon when doc broke the news
Three months later, kids sobbing
Watching their hero coughing with tubes lodged in his nostrils
Wife screams while blood trickles off of his bottom lip
Say goodbye to your father, kids
Pretty, young female, job out of college
Sixty gs a year, living life flawless
Till shes found dead in the underground parking
Missed and forgotten, lost in this wonderful world

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3]
Starring the fat kid with acne, the class clown
Always laughing, but kept his sadness in the background
Tired of the insults
Another life wasted when mom finds him hanging in the basement
Newborn baby born to a runaway
Starving, but mother couldn't afford another day
There was only one way
Held her newborn, took a run and jumped in front of the subway
Straight A student, bright future ahead of him
Leaving in autumn, studying in medicine
Worked the night shift
Fell asleep in his ride and collides
Now he'll never use his arms and legs again
Now whether youre the girl on the road
Or the father, or female, kid or
Newborn, or the student with goals
We'll all be missed and forgotten, lost in
This wonderful world

[Hook] x2
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 No.1010

>>9839
This beat is hot. I need to listen to more Danny Brown.
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 No.1011

>>9842
Don't know about the song, but the lyrics are pretty nice.
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 No.1012

File: 1608526655453.jpg (6.51 KB, 176x286, polpotsmile.jpg)

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 No.1014

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=T9zmY5dAk3w

Come on this track fucking bangs
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 No.1015

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CQWY1LH8SKQ

Dude literally talks about potkies.
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 No.1016

>>9807
did not expect to see such a based post here. one of my favorite all time rap albums. rip P.
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 No.1017

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 No.1018

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 No.1019

>No Michael Jackson
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 No.1020

>>9807
https://youtu.be/RdG9xzJMchM
Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes
When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes
Some people turn snitch, and state evidence
Damn this money is a son of a bitch
Don't you know it makes the good die young
Money buy guns, because paranoia comes
Along with those bucks
You better watch your back, your side and your front
Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you up
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 No.1021


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