this CNN album was sooo damn ill but it didn't get much love 'cause War Report was such a classic...but this album was surprisingly tight though and should've gottin alittle more recognition
i represent the kingdom of light known to bleed for whats right despite our deffirences theres a need to comprehend and believe the days we're in to the need we are caterin They say smile now and cry later and these are the end times so I come to you in modest tears with sincere lines
I bring my thoughts to captivity To the obedience of my destiny See the recipe is simple Not slothful in business Fervent in spirit Serving the Lord Its crucial Reaping stability two fold I hold my head high And rid the pride This is pure confidence in the Most High For keeping me sound when I walk by danger Chalk lines major in the cities we reside
Fiends and crack PIPES - FLATLINES HOMICIDES DRIVE BYS - niggas DYING over PRIDE CRIME rates RISE In this LABYRINTH of MADNESS Shit HAPPENS 3.57s and MAC - 11s Lieing REVERENDS Death SENTENCES bullet holes in BENCHES Muddy boots stuck in the TRENCES We read Holy books looking for HEAVEN Counting BLESSINGS....
Dialing my last collect / To the stars hopin' somebody got ya boy, Cause right now your boys stressed / Out running death, just stopped to catch my breath / It could be my last, cause times fadin fast, faster than the flame to this lighter and this sack of hash, and these last 10's of cash / Im hittin the bottom man, bracin for the crash / Shattered dreams spillin out at the seams as i rupture / All over the streets, To my G's in arms, Cats in the struggle, Where you was b?
part 2 look inside yourself and relize the need for something greater its willing to abide within but you must major on the oppertune knockin like these alchimist beats vying for our attention to drop a line of peace This is a time to listen
Lost my brudda S.R last year / At the wake, Open casket, Saw ya Mom and mad fam, i saw Mad tears / Didnt shed mine though, but my girl did / In the casket, with a newport in the ear / G'd up, officially wishing i could reup, Ya whole life , Bring ya back, tell you its gonna be alright / But alas, you got taken away / 20 years bro, gottdamn just 20 years old / goddamn, it tugs my heart / why life so cold, and pain so vivid? / why you cant dial ya dead boy like numbers and digets / im trippin
i see no treasury only elegancy in ma memories for my lost niggas i see u next century i reminisce how the ghetto had us devilish hell 12 n little canibus ma momma wus pissed imma page to delonic chapters but niggas been captured underwated like rapture niggas killed hip hop left da hip dislocated n leg fractured cant hop im givin it mouth to mouth so da heart dont stop keep pumpin new artist n have ur left eye jumpin miss real raps n i love this beat god damn yall
growin older everyday n man its a struggle sometimes i dont know what im doin and i get in trouble but just like fred i got my barney rubble so i never get in trouble alone its always double me n my dawg will be boys till the end now thats what u call a friend
race against time, so much 2 accomplish, az i verbalize my mindz thoughtz, mike my accompliss, i break every law n let myself go when i spit, no formula 2 fit,catered 2 no audience,feel the ambience,the loop got me on a high,struck the light, inhaled musical notes, from my lungz exhaled into the air,some run in my vains, used 2 self destruct on mary jane this rap shyt my joy n pain, 4 better or worse im puttin it 1st. n till i sit in that hearse, my heart beat 2 the tune of rap classikz
oh yea, this is one of those, for MC's that i opose, your nose grows, when u spittin, tellin lies, i dispise, every fact is wack, i stack just to come up, and run up and i gun up, from sun up, to sun down, you hear my sound, thats around, crown me king and no thang but a chicken wang smoked out with that mary janeeee
das ist ja ein schönes lied ohne stimme (im hip-hop-bereich auch "instrumentalz" genannt)... gefällt mir dieses rap-stück von queen... ich bin draußen leude, ciao frank
have plenty to spare, the gin and the beer, women and sides of steers, how the beat falls on the nicest of ears, close my eyes fight the tears, tossed down a flight a stairs, soldier besides the bears. hustle provides for the train fare. getting caught in the bustle is not my main scare, get popped depends where, i ve been sincere, thats why im in there. defend devine heir, grow the vine pear, a happy life we might share
alchemist defo in my top 10 producers, very talented but he sometimes he makes sloppy beats he knows will sell - this is just MY opinion however this beat is a masterpiece, i think its an Isaac haye sample
through the test of time,i strive to get my shine,on the block slangin rocks cuz the world is mine, i look out for you and you look out for me, and we hold it down you just wait and see,platinum chains and carti frames and jewels,now these broke niggas start to act a fool,don't you know thugged out straight eat ya food,we keep guns on our side you know how them thugs do,and i'll be there with my thugs,i'll be right here waitin on you
Im going hard.....Its Christmas and I asked santa if he can apply his magic towards my wishlist packing cookies and C.R.E.A.M even da wu-tang clan knows what I mean/// I need santa to help me sleep///going mobb Deep in my body energy which gets replenish wit Vitamin C/// and like lowering the floor sea.....level// I been a good boy all year not once throw pebble///just listening to my POP's Aaron Nevel....U better get me my Wii SANTA!! word is BOND!!
like donnie brasco..you be the last nark me..you a mark like marky..start beef..hearts leak when i march to the beat..yeah on the beat like starsky...i see me sittin where teh stars be .. that would mad narley.. roll around in bad harley ... i got the tommy boy..like im farley.. fall free... yaw hee.. or yee haw..havin a party..smokin that marley..focused on all thee...
wasted prose shows the depth of flow/if you speak say something/have an impure thought then let that go/feel the mind of God seeding you/let that grow/me a vet yo/been seeing that glow/blue cool light haze since seventh grade/heaven made/stay at it till it aint average/advance interior mathematics/then rock like metal to blacksmith/then the shits gymnastics/stretch your rap with backflips/summers hot then somersault/when lightening strikes be the thunders thought/dont just write to write/aight?
hey man dont listen to those assholes, rap what you like and try and share it if you want, fuck all them haters, keep rhymin and writing, and soon you WILL be a Titan
man please, watch how the scam squeeze, all the cheese, at home, overseas, down forties til my stomach bleeds, how it comes around, 360 degrees, remember me with the stellar steez, cell, piece, and keys, no gloves, my pinkies freeze.
i never knew alchemist made this,i never kept count of how many times i playd this,but the numbers would b outrageous,we was wild like somethin let out the cages,back then early thousands now ancient,i miss how them days went,we stayed bent off ari and bacardi,cafeterias was like a party,bad ass kids,fast forward 10 years niggas raisin bad ass kids,probly gon do the same shit that all us did,butterfly knives hid,rollin dubs in the back of the bus,gettin head in the back of the bus,80's baby wut!
im so high, beat got my mind so open like a plane in the sky, grimey word play dis thug is sly, on da block where slugs do fly, i aint bugged, why? cuz i gota snub nose snugged by.. da waist, so dont waste my time, especially whn im on da grind out for mine, cuz dat money iz never watever, gots to getit however, whenever, maintain it forver but i knw in da streets 2 options of suvival, sleep with ya gunz or go to bed with da bible, yall chose one, i do both, million ways to die i chose none
some call me a rapper some call me poet/lil do they know it, an mc is what i be/till the end of time blowin concious like a blunt since a runt i rhymed didnt stunt/catchin glare cuse my tint aint dark/confused and riddeled is what i left em/in aw like a dropped jaw that cleft chin,coulda bin locked/unlike the beats ive rocked/unlike the chicks ive stalked,jack the ripper mentality/continously ,i question reality/to many fallacys to many misfortunes/to many lies given truth the abortion.
the beat drop i make the sky fall, like chicken little you little chickens is brittle, i sizzle, straight from the kettle on ketamine in yo kitchen, you kiddin me im comin with a clip fully stocked with a couple trees puff it thats all we need aint fuckin with that ecstasy or triptamines ever since the sixth trip i aint even sippin lean nigga not once for that matter back a chapter, before i burnt out and scatterbraind, actin foul found the truth in the simple livin ways i thought itd give me hope, i thought it relieve the pain that shit helped me cope, plus i made a lil change but livin independent aint the way up outta this maze, yo cuz money change folk.. make em tell strange jokes laughin at the pain of those with nothin but a raincoat.. the same stories true from east to west all around the world this culture of class is just a jest you fuckin with best.. cuz im nothin but a bum with the world on my back, draw power from the sun not doin this for me, and thats the fuckin secret cuz theres nothin id rather see, than seein the people keep it the powers been stripped for too long, and two wrongs dont make a right but we aint goin down without a fight
@RazulloAnthony - if it bothers you dont read them. your comment is basically spam. you want to talk about the beat then talk about the beat. personally , its not a favorite of mine. alc is dope overall though
Sweet Irony of Life/ Commenting on others types/ Yet YOU rap right? Please/ Advice is what you need/ Don't practice what you don't preach/ Rappin hard and sayin' "Errthing" / Let people dig/ What they came to see/ Perception is reality/ So don't judge/ Allow others unto themselves/ Hold no grudge/ Thats what its all about/ About learning from all/ Learn not to pout/ Childish manners/ Derived from a Boy Scout/ Carlito/ Rap Rap Rap y'all/
some on the streets lookin money in the jag others in the bank sayin put the money in the bag im so cold like when kids sing their fun little carols solutions solved with the lever sitting under the barrels my game is so dirty that im takin on whole teams but now i need magic sponge just to wipe my soul clean Ill take a mask and cover my face like a goatee and grab more rings than inside an old tree
the top comment is exactly why hiphop is messed up...you notice that the joke rhyme has 70 thumbs up...but the real rhymes that niggas actually put work into have no thumb ups...this is exactly how the rap game is, the wack rappers get the fame, and the good ones dont...
Never learned my lesson, damn am i confuzed, mixed up reds and blues, deads and perplexed youth, sort sweet, pulled out the confections booth, headphones, with the ones the twos, couple blunts bow el moves i play with vowels rude, tea bag ya with sour jewels,damn the Sears tower moved, we play by cowards rules, tax rate obscules, lower emissions cut fuels, Halloween I & II Im about to cut loose and I m bustproof, plus 2.
Mobb Deep cop beats from ALC and make hot heat i got frees and too bad you're not me cuz i see what God sees with the keenest eyes this dog needs the meanest ride to roll around the scenic nights
thts rap i been spittin heas hip hop... more than the juggernaut electric like magneto know you couldnt test Mental or now the sequel i slip to the floor for the grapple crack your collarbone while I bust your adams apple spleens get ripped out the backs of your raps broken down fractions as you start to make actions its too elusive how im quicker than bruces silver surfin the universe is now its astrological s I proceed in my vehicle You cant stop it Fiber optic so you watch it
I'm like north pole pit stops with shots of sholka. you say Im to conscious, thats nonsense leave mics unconscious tryna recollect thoughts but the amnesia is monstrous n thats kinda like the super powers united I seen a red rose transform concrete and I couldnt even fight it. I bleed liquid crystals and find that my blood stream is fickle I guess my dna design got mixed with fuels from missiles, n at the pace Im travelling Im starting to miss miles, and the jazz is dead I miss miles
remembering back, at mommas pad, i was laced up with jordans fresh wit the tags, beepin ne girl that wants to smash, how long will my youth last, cuz old age comin up fast, dont hit the brakes jus stay on the gas, and watch me move past, at long last, they cheerin my name, like i hit the winning shot of the game, but im still a recluse to the fame, so in some aspects im still the same, banging BD kane, gettin hype like my life is up tonight
i dont wanna be here , im a man with no fear , so many agree but aint sincere , none know they're doom is near , not in the literal sense , just there fenced , mentally trapped , there minds sentenced , traps like the media , industrys built by men just feedin ya , what you think makes your like perfect , do we all deserve it , why work for the paper , when we could work for a greater , man kind , but w.e you can stay blind , materialistic , its so balistic but this is just my opinion , on this
fuck religon i aint kiddin u can find ur body missin cuz u dishin dwn the wrong street or spit over the wrong beat my team got some strong heat thts y my hood is elite an ur hood is defeat jus waitin to happin thts y im steady thinkin contimplatin an reminissin steady wishin tht i can c betta dayz but seems like tht only diference in tha hood is betta haze its an outrage,look wat america did,were americas kids,doin american bids
