U could bring dis out in 20 years n it would still be fresh. We just can't get our head around it there's something in the sound like the right amount of sugar in your coolade...
spanish flavor here check thisPR,DR,NYC ... Vengo y no me detengo/ cuando canto me adelanto y entredengo/ anyway cambiando el tema/ tengo liricas suprema/ que queman con fuego cuando hay dilema/....
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental213 DopeWhiteRapper V2.0 - Platinum Plus - Big L Feat Big Daddy Kane [Produced By DJ Premier] [Year: 2000] [Album: The Big Picture]
Yo, i'm straight to loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po-po I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch or I'm dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds My underground niggas, y'all can shine with me Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be Gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus 'Cause half of you niggas that's rapping now is wack to us Gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus 'Cause half of you niggas that's rapping now is wack to us And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been That probably depends, let me show you how to begin Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins Come in the hood, flipping the chicken and broccoli Timbs Niggas come in the game, block they shot at the rim That ain't in you - the fuck you gon' possibly win I do it, "Booty Calls" on the Black street Teddy tip Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip Heavy with, styles that's the deadliest Cats on that petty shit watch how much lead he get You trying to go places, chasing Oasis About nothing getting low wages Drink Hennessy with no chasers Right hook is like Joe Frasier's I'm the bodacious, body parts are big and like Schwarzenegger's Smoking Garcia Vega trying to get the larger paper If you, block the cash, we locking ass I'mma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass Only out to earn figures like we please But I don't mind to burn niggas like CDs Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it Pardon me, but I'm fucking sick with it Gats we bust, (backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust, (crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch, (that say platinum plus) Cause half of you niggas that's rapping now (is wack to us) Gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus 'Cause half of you niggas that's rapping now is (wack to us)
"Pressure dropping"/ reads the machine status/u bleed as i squeeze matics dats hemorrhagic/ya blood clotting/ aim leagues above average/ now multiply the damage/change your apparatus /im da don savage/ so speak the gun language/Fuck round ill pop your cabbage/minus the salad/u copped a trap house i sold a drug palace/U wants no static/quit ur damn theatrics/ before i paint ur canvas/ n turn ur chicken into rabbit / can't smoke if u don't have it/ so dont u touch my chalice/all this/ hazard and havoc/is/scattered in traffic/I was/heavy in dat shit / now im/ always relapsing / tender satisfaction /dump you in the trash bin/ that'll be your last sin/ stacks dat I'm racking /richer than aladdin/ from staten to Manhattan what's happenin/ gats clapping/ rack rations through the stash and smash dem by the action of a Mac ten as I dash in like it's Madden/ and bang em till the white meat start to blacken/ from the punch of the falcon/to show you mortals kombat minus the dragon/ on a private island/till ur death is ever lasting/ from the lyrical assassin/ steady blasting/ rag tagging on the madmen/ on you damn dead.....
Maybe I'm breathing,. It's slipping out ,. Teething ,. Welcome ,. Intuition,. The fact that a 9-5 ,. Is distant ,. Qualitys I'm missing. The pace ,. Vs the truth,. Maybe all my singles blue,. Wow ,. Got me Thanking you
no depende de mi si quieres seguir vivo o morir depende de ti y lo que de mi vayas a decir venimos de la academy en la que mucho aprendi me rodeaban un par de adictos pero nunca prendi yeah, quiero menos preocupaciones y mas celebraciones, para presumir de ellas en canciones tomando los espiritus mas finos de licorerias y que siga hasta que el himno suene en las estaciones look, que-vas-hacer, no puedes tocar mi estilo se calientan conmigo al punto que los destilo hanibal canibal, me voy a comer sus pieles o vestirme con ellas y luego las desfilo esto es un intro a mi mente, red carpet soy competitivo por deporte, no al arte puedo ser amigo de raperos, adelante pero prefiero estar en competencia y matarte
Mil y una historias que nesecitan ser contadas...mil murallas en blanco...que de broka rallaba...a lo ks-o...a lo violador ....pero de tus versos...faltos de perso a mi no me intimidan...
