noisey - the rap monument lyrics
[verse 1: pusha t]
they think that they know, something ’bout my life
not in the same cl-ss, not on the same flight
maybe the same club, just not the same lights
both f-cked the same b-tch, just not the same night
you just took her phone number, i just took her home with a-
‘nother b-tch, ménage, boomerang, strange’
lipstick on my collar, oscar de la renta
your hijo pequeño, my nachos bel grande
stay sippin’ that andré, spent three stacks, that’s andré
that balmain, that phillip lim, they say i’m dressing like kanye
i’m everything that my rhymes say: breadwinner, brand owner
play cloths, millionaire, trendsetter, landowner
hope your b-tch don’t land on him
drink in his hand with the sand on him
you small time, you hyundais
y’all couch n-ggas, we stand on ’em
dope money with a band on it
half gold, we got a hand on it
d-boys still ball the same, just gotta little bit of glam on it
yah!
[verse 2: bryant dope]
yo, i got flames for your download link
i let ja rule when i murder ink
murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
this queens prodigy is the product of what you ain’t
well packaged to distribute to the masters
plotted this since first grade cl-sses
cl-ss is elements of a cl-ssic, i’ve got evidence of a master
you never thought you’d be bodied by a b-st-rd
a bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
break necks of broke souls who hate me
hate he? you can’t take my heat
fireball flow, can’t bat in my league
i’m the best rapper that’s been slept on
stick around like gum that’s been stepped on
stepped on, i stepped up, so what up?
tryna make bread with these d-mn cold cuts
i cold crush every beat that i touch
my words silk and my flow is pure plush
tell hudmo dope says, “what’s up?”
[verse 3: go dreamer]
go dreamer’s a looney (uh)
wish upon a star (so what’s up?)
i’m too cold for pluto so i’m movin’ back to mars
’cause this that sp-ceship, that sp-ce sh-t
this that category 5, this that quake, b-tch, that quake, b-tch
see i’m so funked out, like out of here
like blue lights in the bas-m-nt
and it’s a red state, in georgia with it
last verse, did you get it? nah
never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
as i’m on my hollywood shuffle
eatin’ your million dollar truffles, this acquirin’ taste, n-gga
tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that god is the light
in the fixture or in the background
cut all the hatin’ in the background
’cause if music and money is the motive, then you’re so gimmick
who’s to tell me i can’t have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
boy stop playin’, stop playin’, i’m just sayin’, just sayin’
go, go, go, go-go (uh), go, go, go, uh
now who else wanna f-ck with hollyweird go?
[verse 4: retch]
break up and roll it, light it and smoke it
p-ss it, don’t hold it, lovin’ that potent
i’m drunk and i’m rollin’, this pill got me open
these bad hoes is gruntin’, their booties is pokin’
out them little dresses, a n-gga wanna f-ck
he don’t even smoke, but tell b-tter roll a blunt
’cause i’m way too drunk and i’m too turnt up
and i brought my own drugs and i do my own stunts
young and i’m wildin’, new drugs, i try ’em
he’ll call me retch, but your b-tch call me brian
in polo i’m stylin’, it’s all that i’m rockin’
if you catch me out in ‘lo it’s a problem
‘less it’s a champion suit, then i’m trappin’
f-ck with me, i got all this ‘lo all from raggin’ (what?)
used to have a n-gga that was down to get to clappin’
seen it on a video, he yappin’ to the captain
that n-gga snitchin’, r86 him
these n-ggas trannies ’cause these n-ggas switchin’
and these n-ggas b-tchin’ more than these b-tches
and i’m just so sick of this sh-t, it’s ridiculous
middle finger to the feds and b-tches all day
take her out to eat then i make a b-tch pay
and my wine on chill and my shrimps sautéed
and i’m chillin’ in l.a. with a b-tch for the day
[verse 5: nipsey hussle]
look, ain’t that a b-tch?
foot up on the gas, ain’t no brakes in this b-tch
cover girl givin’ face to the crip
somethin’ ’bout a n-gga on the way to the chips
high off the money and i’m wasted as sh-t
high off the life and she can’t get a grip
double cup and you can’t get a sip
i’m a million dollar n-gga, you should take you a fl1ck
hundred thousand dollar car where i sit
and my broad is the sh-t, crenshaw in the 6
got it parked at the sh-ll in front of all of the crips
you either ball or you brick
she don’t know money so she callin’ you rich
you ain’t got game so you fall for the sh-t
spend it all in this b-tch ’til it’s gone and she split
now you feel like a wimp
talkin’ ’bout what you was buildin’ and sh-t
got you all up in your feelings and sh-t
problem is, she addicted to the real n-gga sh-t
to the real n-gga sh-t
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill n-gga sh-t
gold crown on a real n-gga wrist
fresh like my nephew khalil in this b-tch
.40 cal, no concealing the sh-t
four gun cases, i’m still with this sh-t
backlit, wood wheel when i whip
got her right up on my lap, that’s a real n-gga risk
in the field on my tip
hoes like phil then i stockton -ssist
it ain’t no stoppin’ sh-t, so avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6
[verse 6: problem]
got mary blowing jane
we f-cking high, s-x on a plane
hey newscaster, we about to rain
get love in the club because we fill the section with pain, c’mon
blow him up, finna explode
all of h-ll’s kitchen praying he don’t stick to the stove
god got me, illumi-not-me written in bold
slept on, now i’m everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
buy 150, let me tell y’all now, i want nikki
lift her up like helicopter far away from her fellow
let her play problem
while problem tongue play with propeller (what)
keep fresh just in margielas
diamond lane running thangs ain’t sh-t you can tell us (don’t tell us nothing)
done everything, ain’t sh-t you can sell us
money over bullsh-t, friction derail us (naw!)
compton n-ggas, yeah we take it or leave it
know once it’s almost over tryin’ to jerk the wheel
you nervous, like them cutters he’d inject the speed
and you think you mothaf-cka faking me, my n-gga? (what)
yeah i bet a n-gga crawl to the crown
i’m a boss, hire hoes while i bottle out
i see them n-ggas shaking hands and biting styles
got her to stay city in ’cause i fired her spouse
’cause i’m a mad man
just f-ck n-ggas like the klan, man
put you to sleep like the sandman
give me the throne, i’m a chairman (diamond)
rolex beat, it’s time for winning, no fakes
just copped more .4 5’s and 9’s and i ain’t talking bout no js
please be afraid but i ain’t the shooter, chachi-palooza
riding shotty in the chevy b-tch old as a cougar
lyrical ruger, pop your medulla
you lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
your b-tch know that i’m cooler, please
your b-tch know that i’m cooler, please
so cool i could f-cking die if i drop a few degrees
boss daddy use the porthole please
get it good girl, use your knees, i love them brainiacs
yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
back on my compton sh-t, demonic how i demolish sh-t
angelic with my intuition
student of game make hoes pay tuition (huh)
no dice, no pill, but i’m on a roll
that one n-gga that kendrick can’t control (what)
problem
[verse 7: danny brown]
(check!)
that ambien in my ink pen
move the brown squares like wheat thins
y’all five days and a weekend
stay smokin’ on that defense
that’s two or three and i’m zonin’
got money like i cloned it
your b-tch came through and i owned it
rims on the caddy and i ice cream coned it
homie, you ain’t hitting on nothin’
drop that top when i hit that b-tton (beep)
pimp so hard it’s a full time job
swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
b-tch n-ggas, tell me what it’s gon’ be
young n-gga chop it up 223 (do, do, do ,do)
come to the d, don’t hit ogs
and my advice is stay low-key (uh-huh)
b-tch we great, b-tch we great (great), f-ckin’ set (set)
b-tch we jump up, b-tch we jump up, we gotta have it
gotta get, get, we gotta get, get, we gonna take it first
we jump, said b-tch we jump, we gotta make it (yeah)
couple racks up on them wikki stiks
yo b-tch, she smoked my trippy stick
ridiculous, put d-ck on t-t, spit on cl-t
and it’s over with, i’m over it
no sober sh-t, drink ’til i just throw up and sh-t
y’all ho told me come over here
so guess what n-gga it’s over with
and it’s over with
[verse 8: meyhem lauren]
fresh out the wave pool, my n-ggas made cool
we wrote the blueprint for the sh-t y’all n-ggas try to do
if i’m not outside, then i’m probably inside your boo
my team’s official, you ain’t sh-t, that’s why she’s trying my crew
pardon me, i move r-t-rdedly
this sh-t is old to me, the real new york is part of me
i’m always shopping, keep it fly, lauren is archery
don’t get it twisted, realistic, i could part the sea
my life is fast, i take a chance when i insert the key
and then i turn it up, that’s really how you work the v
your stash ain’t never dry if you getting your work from me
we do this fly sh-t perfectly, we’re enough to rise the mercury
heat n-gga, street n-gga
reflect those both when i be rapping on the beat, n-gga
looking cambodian while standing at the podium
my flow was opium, we c-ck bottles and open them
laurenovich
[verse 9: raekwon]
stop by, tryna see a n-gga, all i buy is these trees, king
100 ki’s in them streets, n-gga, mask me up in grease
sneaker game is lethal, ny, them eagles
fly through, get high too, fly as h-ll, might as well
hire you the live group, come through with that live crew
birds chirpin’, cop that birkin, boo, yo, i supplied you
liable to be in beirut, no beirut, this debut
sl1ck, little n-ggas get gun poundin’, keep moving, who saved you?
play who? not me, me and bronson, not we
two real n-ggas sitting in the east coast
ice is on, heat close
f-ck around and k!ll one of y’all clown -ss n-ggas, word up
take your two, take your hat
take a nap, put your -ss ton the ground, little n-ggas
we pound n-ggas and drown n-ggas and
hemmied up, that brown, n-ggas
all my n-ggas get stemi’d up, hennessy, louis v
me and you, me and her, we as one and she is done
battle rap me three to one, freedom after, kingdom come
[verse 10: vado]
triple hundred k in my duffle
give a hundred k to my muscle
slept a hundred days, just wakin’ up
need a brick, just break it up
break it down, then take the cut
we shave around like a taper cut
i weigh the pound, if you hatin’ us
’bout to paint the town, most hated what
most hated what
grab the dice then shake ’em up
talked hundreds since eight and up
you lost the onions, no makin’ up
no blunts but y’all fake as f-ck
it’s gym time and i’m shapin’ up
i’ve been foulin’, when blake get up
you gon’ waste a life, you need to hang it up
dreams, cl1ck clack
man down with that chrome uz’
on his back like “n-gga don’t move”
word to mother, we don’t lose
talk b-tter like we don’t move
see gutter, be home soon
see gutter, he’ll be home soon
[bridge: vado]
what’s good? talk the money, what’s good?
haters frontin’, what’s good?
i’m pullin’ up like, “what’s good?”
you know i got it, what’s good?
my people’s ’bout it, what’s good?
never stop, we never settle
gotta push the pedal in that hood
what’s good? talk the money, what’s good?
haters frontin’, what’s good?
i’m pullin’ up like, “what’s good?”
you know i got it, what’s good?
my people’s ’bout it, what’s good?
never stop, we never settle
gotta push the pedal in that hood
[verse 11: kilo kish]
i sit in the back of the room, legs crossed, melting wax
another free drink so soon? all good, knock it back
red lights, heart attack, just a dream with no end in sight
waking up to evening, now it seems i live this rotten life
spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
coming out to dance with other drones who couldn’t give a d-mn
but when the night calls, redcurrant lipstick with the lights off
look at all the bottles lined up, wondering who they could pop for
golden ember to the black floor, burning monks to feel the timbre
part of the action, retweet, now you’re the attraction
sit around and watch them, watch their faces and reactions
then blur the lines until the sun is back on your horizon
[verse 12: juice]
breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
inhale, potent marijuana running sh-t like the mayor
rap game peter parker web swinging through the air
my minds in the clouds and i ain’t got a beer
see i ain’t got a care k!ll them now and reap the benefits
coldest n-gga out and i ain’t sold no f-cking disc
henny bottle-eater, 3 grams in the f-ckin’ spliff
call it what you want i’m a zombie b-tch i’m off this sh-t
[verse 13: erick arc elliott]
yo prada never gonna pile up if you can’t follow this game, n-gga
my team smoking that green
if you ain’t seen me then you must be a lame, n-gga
and i’ll give you three shots hold this heat down
shorty p-ssy so wet she could soak a beach towel
but meanwhile, effortless, so she thought it was a freestyle
everybody wanna floss like a g now
what about me? never had a b-tch n-gga doubt me
zombie gang all y’all n-ggas pace is sh-t
on some basic sh-t it’s no wonder that you sound the same
so forever am i living staying out of prison
mommy told me different but these hoes don’t hear it
forever am i living staying out of prison
mommy told me different but these hoes don’t hear it
[verse 14: meechy darko]
i heard life’s a b-tch so i spit and stimulate her cl-t
hitting l1cks henny shots hitting l1cks on the ave
hitting l1cks who is this? that be meech
zombie walking casualty beat the beat till it’s actually fragments
c0ke off her areola and no not a can of soda
tearing flesh p-ssy pink look like cam’s range rover
no high school diploma but baby i’m a street soulja
school of the hard knocks every cl-ss i leap over
smith and wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov
shoot a man who squeal then i peel like an old cut
like my women heightened and not even trying
and if she leaky leaky then meechy gon’ dive in
ha, mic check check me, skin darker than wesley
two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like mr. bentley
mind yo’ f-ckin’ business, why you think the whip is tinted?
the darkest n-gga in it sparking up to infinite
[verse 15: renegade el rey]
renegade, n-gga let’s get it straight from the gate
i’ma tell you what it is, i’ma tell you what it ain’t
see you ain’t gotta question
or better yet second guess anything that i might say
you see not a single syllable is out of place
i rock a venue, people barely know my name
what i’m tryna tell you is i ain’t gotta tell you a f-ckin’ thing
i’ma show so you know, n-ggas either do or they don’t
and bein’ number two is what i won’t be
i’m silencin’ lambs and sheep, don’t sleep
cause my characteristics are that of a cannibal
call this sh-t hannibal lecter
my timing’s impeccable, sharp like a razorblade
and you look dissectible, i’ve been on my mind for days
’cause homie we’ve been in the grind for years
southern eagle n-gga, f-ck ’em all mane, we don’t fly in fear
i grew up in the city where they figured they can k!ll dreams when they k!ll king
n-ggas stay shot, sh-t stay locked, i stay strapped, f-ck you mean?
’bout my green, i need bread, i’m like “f-ck the rest”
when i need bread, i’m like “f-ck the rest”
i be up all night tryna chase the check
prolly spent it fast, i need to make it back
m.e.m.p.h.i.s, they could never stop me
check these lames and pimp this game, let’s put it in my pocket
[verse 16: rockie fresh]
and they will never know ’bout all the nights that we prayed
all the meetings we took, and all the records we played
i tried to tell ’em i’m the sh-t, but they told us, “no way”
with no cuts, they’re like a barber, they’re about to catch fade
my number one rule is that i gotta get paid
i’ve been thinkin’ this way since i was in the 6th grade
no english, i ain’t talk, but boy could add
in the school of hard knocks i’m a f-ckin’ grad
in these pumas i’ma run sh-t, high so i’m above sh-t
lame -ss n-ggas i don’t f-ck with
a bathing ape trucker, i’m a fly mothaf-cka
my team lookin’ at me like every time it’s supper
cause they know i’m gon’ feed ’em, rocky been a boss
i ain’t worried ’bout the price cause i can clearly pay the cost
i’m the sharpest guy around and i’ma always cut my loss
then come back for the win, i’ma make it, then i spin
[verse 17: pill]
real west side n-gga, 4.2 b-tch
they might pull the piece, somebody call a buddhist
your b-tch put me high up on a n-gga to-do list
you can do that, f-ck n-gga do this
and yeah i’m from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin’
n-ggas call me jason when the guns are chasin’
might hit ’em with the tec, yeah the foul is flagrant
you be on g-y sh-t
hand in the bowl when your hand really cold
work the light in the day shift
i don’t really give a f-ck as long as i get paid shift
new cadillac, chopper, no new blade sh-t
i go crazy on this beat right now
i really gotta go and spit heat right now
don’t matter what the f-ck it’s prada
well fitting suits eating on clam chowder
knock it out the park like erik estrada
remember i was shoppin’ at family dollar
got your main b-tch facebookin’, beggin’ for a swallow
pop this pill then i pop my collar
park this sh-t then i toss a couple dollars
instagram, gon’ post for some follows
i’ve been in and out my zone if you really wanna know
i got hen and got patron if you’re really tryna go
[verse 18: bodega bamz]
oh, you don’t know bamz? i’m what the music game need
like rich when he just came home
and then gave the keys to a cherry 3 series
oh, you don’t know bamz? f-cker, that ak go chopped
7:30 my time, i’m on psychiatric watch
oh, you don’t know bamz? show and prove for what?
i got xxl mula, i got b-tches tryna get f-cked
oh, you don’t know bamz? now you’re dead, p-ssy boy catch up
pool junkie rack up, n-gga, act up
trunk with the mac, truck bulletproofed up
oh, you don’t know bamz? double parked on murder lane
187 my address, boulevard of pain
oh, you don’t know bamz? my cellphone backed up
my clientele meet once, no voice mail, just call me up, uh
646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that c0ke
hit me up when you want more drugs
646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that c0ke
hit me up when you want more drugs
[verse 19: remy banks]
as i sit back and roll up this black demeanor
reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that bimmer
sh-t, i never was that kid in the streets gripping on ninas
instead, i was that n-gga puffin’ reefer, f-cking lolitas
with the baddest features
dog ’em then it’s onto the next like i do my sneakers
that was the life i was living, careless about their feelings
caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course i got my way
but now i’m older and wiser, cruising through summer days
with a little ma riding in the p-ssenger, she rolling up that lavender
purple cannabis rapture, head high like a jersey in the rafters
you wing a frazier, some smart players until we major
traveling the world, collecting paper, p-ssing off these haters
come back home and invest in something then ball out later
in five star restaurants high as h-ll when i tip my waiter
providing for my seed when i bring one in this world
but until that day gets here i’m thinking about these joints, twerk
[verse 20: k!ller mike]
lord have mercy
i’m so motherf-cking fresh to death, better call my he-rs-
my he-rs- a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that b-tch’ll vert
my oldmobile is a cold mobile
got a cold, young chick down in mobile
my stacks so fat can’t even hold that
fold that, lay flat like i lack no wheel
lay flat like i lack no wheels for real
a n-gga had to cold the corner, move crack for real
move crack for real, no rap sh-t
but i rap rap sh-t, my rap sh-t for real
so you rapping -ss rabbit -ss ratchet -ss n-ggas
gotta listen to these raps for real
cuz, i don’t give a f-ck if you a blood or a cuz
’cause i draw blood for real
tryna hang in my city, tryna see a b-tch t-tty, no pity
n-gga, you’ll get hit for real
these maggot -ss hoes ain’t hit on sh-t
they’ll set you up for the loot sh-t, man
thinking that’s your b-tch, better have your sh-t
better have quick hands like gucci mane
n-ggas tryna get a brick of kathy lee gifford
better be strapped like clifford
it’s the big, black n-gga gripper of the big black pistol
i suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, mister
at the worst you’ll see a he-rs-
but at the best he just will pistol whip ya
get to see you child and live
lord have mercy, please forgive ’em, gone
[verse 21: del harris]
young del god is handsome, your girl, she’s on ransom
she don’t wanna come back, cause you don’t make her c-m
on the beats i do go dumb and i do her till she numb
and i make her soaking wet when she grab that water gun
now f-ck that brag rap, man, i’m batman, i’m bruce wayne
i’m kickin’ it, i’m liu kang, i’m k!lling these n-ggas, they’re too lame
unorthodox, they too tame, i’m right hand but play left
i’ll chop a trend down ’til there ain’t no more plain left
now pay respect to them gods, n-ggas
not talkin’ church, i’m talkin’ rides n-ggas
on boulevards when we ride, hovercrafts cause we fly
q gang ’til i die, pyramid on my eye
b-tton up on my chest, right now chain on top, no tie
while i’m choppin’ up this thai food
young del god make god moves
young del god say “f-ck fate”, if i lose then i choose to
this that chateau rap, that sh-t that n-ggas ain’t used to
might salad fork while i choose to while i’m fine dining on youtube, bruh
i’m a king, i said that i’m a king
go to onyx with a onyx on [?] on my ring
[verse 22: yg]
i’m back in this b-tch bashing, these rappers be swagger jacking
clap ’em not, they don’t even matter, one two, this lung been splattered
and i heat a pistol on something, i keep a fifth on the belt
pulling out the needles with the liable, make sure it ain’t sitting on the shelf
cause i ain’t light on the body, f-ck waiting in your lobby
hannah montana finally did grew up, i’ve been waiting on miley
i’m g-ngb-nging ’til i break my fingers
’til all my family members speak the slanguage
i ain’t even drop no album yet
off mixtapes, that’s how i’ve been maintaining
if you offended, n-gga, sorry, in backs there is bodies
have your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and another
bury you in front of everybody
if i ain’t been who you are, i don’t f-ck with you
if i f-ck with you, then i’m stuck with you
i’m stuck with you, i’ll shoot it out
do some years and a couple months with you, woo
[verse 23: cyhi da prince]
lyrically i am the epitome of a real mc
biblically i am timothy, visually i am tripoli
full of bigotry, fighting with gaddafi over liberty
politically i’m barack smoking pot, sipping hennessy
that’s my only vice, old school noisy pipes
i ain’t tryna be the richest, i’m cool with an m like obie trice
rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night
that sh-t sound like you sang the hokey pokey twice
but this the main event, can’t tell me that i ain’t a prince
a one-hit wonder to your girl cause i came and went
but this that fly talk, smoke it, you’ll get high off
the best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk
or the stop sign, or the shots flying
from a glock 9, now the block crying, i don’t freestyle, i jot mine
call me mr. 1-800, all i got is hotlines
these n-ggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline
biatch
[verse 24: young thug]
thugger! y’all got me drunk as h-ll, uh
now i been red since i was little like robin hood
they been hatin’ on me, cutting my cable cords
they gon’ hate on her when she come in michael kors
meanwhile, your b-tch in the ‘lac, grippin’ this wood
i want you
she went to grabbin’ for my jewels, i told her
buy yourself a squad, and you can roll it, roll it
she know she can’t have it, that sh-t love my woadie
she want to buy him a chinchilla
she see i’m servin’ foreign country boys from the village
always, i gotta stand her
no, she don’t want n0body else to eat but her
she be like f-ck them b-tches, stack the digits
compliment this fendi fit, condiment or sentimental
she ride three deep with molly in the middle
put micky thompsons all on my jeep
ain’t got no handprint on my golds, they all on the seat
ten-thousand-dollar toe ring, featured by e
b-tches know it’s time out
this b-tch be f-cking me so good, i be like, “time out!”
they want to f-ck me ’til i tell ’em all to time out
and how she stroke it, i can’t coach it, i’m like, “time out!”
i’m not no snitch, but i be tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em
tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em
i’m so tired of tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em
tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, tellin’ ’em, now i’ma show ’em
her posse beat me by the threes, i call ’em reggie miller
she roll my weed in giant ‘gar, she tall like ‘zilla, i want you
baby, don’t you run from me, you know i want you
she down with slime, she got a tattoo of an anaconda
thugger getting high in london
b-tches walking ’round naked, no pajamas
lil’ homie ranned off with lots of lumber
for that, i’m gonna f-ck your aunt, your sis, your mama
then pop a bean together
she want to feel just like i feel, we growin’ wings together
everything perfect about her, can’t get my thing together
i turn her up and we sh-t out earthlings together
just do it like mykko montana, my father say i got stamina
i’m cooking the hannah montana-na, i bury these hoes like sandals them
i k!ll every one of my features, i spend all my money on divas
my pockets on yellow pages, just like a beeper
[verse 25: a$ton matthews]
they found max b prints in my way
b-tch, i rode the red sea through my biblical days
no roof, snow boots, and that persian mercedes
perving the 80’s, you ain’t never surf with the brady’s
ric flair, a heavyweight champion
got trish stratus with them panties on singing “daddy’s home”
bust it, in these sp-ce jams, i’m a monstar
do-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm war
so rumble, young man, rumble
young k!lla when he came out the jungle
young dealer in the rains with the bundles
gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble
eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil
chop chop ’till he drop, f-ck what you thought
i never leave my life with a lawyer
eyes wide with my head on the swivel
choose a side or get left in the middle
i just treat with the sand on the beach
when the desert eagles meet, then i’m finna beat
rest them in their sleep, you can lose ’em to the beef
move or we shooting in the jeep
homicide coming through the sneaks
your hands ain’t moving with your cheek
bag ’em up and move ’em up the creek
[verse 26: prodigy]
on my test, got a story to ’em
like all my raps weigh more than music
the more i write, the better i do it and right now my stock is up
i do me from day one, huh, my n-gga you know where it hit fours
still f-ck with me at day one hundred, cause i don’t play, i gets off
p-ss off, b-tch, you ain’t lit, you just a n-gga saying sh-t
rappers burn out faster than cancer sticks
mobb deep is that truth, liar, prodigy is that fuel fire
come try me, i show better than tell, infamous empire
i’m on point like the state building
i stay sharper than razor blades
think you doing the most, i give you the most
slashes to the face, hoes like “he so angry”, uh
trust me b-tch, you gon’ thank me
cause when it pop and the smoke gone
we gon’ walk outta here safely
f-ck with me, i got you, real n-gga, no costume
this modern art that i spit, it’s not no bullsh-t, and colossal
so pour it up, pour it up, that’s how we ball out
cause when i bomb on these n-ggas it’s worse than nuclear fall out
[verse 27: cuz lightyear (a.k.a. sl jones)]
keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, please
that bank vault can’t talk but the numbers read
and the tellers makin’ statements, breakin’ all the codes
this ain’t a mothaf-ckin’ date, we takin’ all the hoes
shop ’til i drop, freshest corpse in the morgue
lookin’ like a fashion fossil, i’m gianni reborn
four, i was voted most likely to trap
it’s survival of the trillest, n-gga, die or adapt
waste a lot of champagne but i don’t waste a drop of time
public with my gang relations, throwin’ up the proper signs
sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circ-mcised
chevy so clean, look like i dipped that b-tch in turpentine
all my homies certified, hottest n-gga outchea
looked like joan, we burned alive
thought that i would ball ’til i fall, then i learned to fly
spread my wings
they say success is contagious so i share my dreams
[verse 28: nasty nigel]
bolo swingin’ from left to right
i’m not a cholo but i know hoes out in soho lovin’ my ethnic type
when i smile for the photo looking like lobo
me and my bloodshot eyes,i p-ss on the bud light lime
just p-ss me that brew of st. ides
got cash, i ain’t gotta think twice
unconventional sh-t, pretentious hipsters that diss
half–ssed review on fader, still get no love from pitchfork
nigel rubirosa, que la cosa? feet up on the sofa
heat up on the holster, world’s fair! yeah, you know us
11-36-8 be the zip code
corona, queens n-gga, that’s what i call home
feet on the dash, mind on the -ss
racin’ the sun just so i can get dome
pimped the shorties i’ve been with
my friends that had me evicted
it’s been two years and i’m slippin’
still got no pot to p-ss in
it’s everyone goes, they can suck a [?] on it
we have another song, gotta f-ckin’ feel it
got my eyes on the harley and i’m trying to peel it
had my eyes on the b-tch but she married keaton
got no job so i’m hardly eatin’
and you eatin’ then we f-ckin’ beefin’
i need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a f-ckin’ feature
[verse 29: bobby creekwater]
man, they don’t wanna see a n-gga
winning in a mothaf-cka, happier than a mothaf-cka
you know lightweight grinnin’ in a mothaf-cka
when you’re a dead guy and you on that high
so the whole world spinnin’ in a mothaf-cka
and a couple young angels hide their halo
cause they’re ’bout to start sinnin’ in a mothaf-cka
they don’t wanna see a n-gga on the upswing
in a black tux with cufflinks
when you’re the reason that every single girl in the party
wanna dance and cuff drinks
when you’re the reason that sh-t gets ran
and mothaf-ckas wheezin’ to keep up with the plan
and the other n-ggas show up at your function
actin’ all anti-social, no, a n-gga fan
run up on your mama puttin’ money in her hand
and you do that sh-t again and again and again
pull up in the 8, goin’ home with a 10
and you really can’t defend or depend on your friends
ex girlfriend wanna key up the benz
when the sun comes up, n-gga we up to win
mothaf-ck you man, all you do is set trends
and you do that sh-t again and again and again
[verse 30: action bronson]
ugh, ugh, got those motherf-cking custom roshes, feel me?
this big beard cover my face
until my mother gets her first crib
my hand’s on some surf sh-t, my spanish mami perfect
f-ck around and get your father’s shirt lift
drop a thousand on some sake and some urchin
swing the dodge viper lefty like i’m randy johnson
hand me the thompson, i’ll spill your clams on the carpet
then eat some snails with some garlic, paint the town with a harlot
cream filas and carhartt, three-wheelin out the car lot
put the snorkel on the wrangler cause i’m silly
i chip a little piece of brick into the philly
my daughter’s neck is chilly, my son’s neck is chilly
my mother wrist so cut look like it got bit by a grizzly
and these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
still rock the slow beats with gold t–th, ain’t afraid to hold heat
control the jeep, that’s for the slow creep
ya f-ckin’ p-ssy smells like old meat
it’s me
[verse 31: heems]
heema the highest human, flyest c-min in my unit
i ?, the shorties swoonin’, and they want to get to spoonin’
never wished i was taller, himanshu ain’t no midget
never wished i was a baller, if i want it, then i get it
i built a f-cking blueprint, like who the f-ck you kidding?
i’m ridin’ around and i’m gettin’ it, if it’s mine, i’m spending
you lames and you fall, i’m like 2 chainz when i ball
got husseins on my feet and husains on my wall
hussein chalayans, a pretty girl said that’s fancy
unless his name is hussein, give a f-ck who your mans be
my shoes got dials, they ain’t got laces
if you got beef, i show up with many faces
been to many places where we leaving many casings
running ’round, man, but we never catch no cases
give a f-ck about what you say, kicking it with like two babes
top off, toupee, hot as f-ck, creme brûlée
[verse 32: mike g]
there’s no way i can care about much
you probably do the most and it’s never enough
king midas, i can make gold with a touch
change my location to awesome, you should address me as such
swear this game, you have to know it like the back of your hand
destined to be like superman for as long as you can
wondering what’s the purpose without living a life so grand
the worst hand is having the world without a master plan
i feel like you gotta pardon mike for taking over this earth
despite sleepless nights and long flights
and i don’t like discussions unless it concerns a price
if you make it out of spite, you still make it so it’s alright
i spit magic, so cold and lavish
bad broads perform s-xual acts in traffic
so smooth, the saxophone and jazz is
it’s horrendous what you lack and focus on what you have in the g
more than average, i’m nothing to test
if it’s to me, you step and contest, then bring your best
give it your all, now women beg me to call
and unless we overseas, we don’t shop in the mall
consider this move so private i’ve become urban myth
my aim is so swift, with this i can’t miss
top notch, number one on everybody’s list
i promise to k!ll them all ’til everybody’s missed
[verse 33: yak ballz]
i never sell drugs, i took ’em, i don’t write rhymes, i cook ’em
i’m from the old new york
where you got your chain sn-tched and your kicks tooken
i put my city up like i’m bench pressin’
scorin’ high off the fresh pressses, brutal, last in 10 seconds
jolly good, body good, i met a stripper named hollywood
in hollywood, gl-ss slipper and she gave me the sloppy goooood
so you should tip her if you execute, young leisure suit
larry with no extra loot, my ex left me dest-tute
so chances are i don’t remember you if i slept with you
you want karats, i’m turnin’ rappers to vegetables
city of god, i’m askin’ what would the devil do?
instagram it, i forever rule, ricky
[verse 34: zebra katz]
super villain, i’m k!llin’, kick in the door
watch me spillin’ ’em, f-ckin’ winnin’
straight k!llin’ haters, they catchin’ them feelings
see me grillin’, me drillin’, me like we chillin’
but really see i’m fulfillin’ their fantasies
like i’m f-ckin’ my frienemies
yo what’s up, see me on motherf-cker tryna get buck
where in the world did he get that from?
when the b-ss drop down and he kick that drum (drum)
so what’s up? where in the world did he get that from?
where in the world did he get that from?
when the b-ss drop down and he kick that drum
yeah i’ve been known to really f-ck it up
no d-mn, no sh-t, not zip zap zup
speedin’ on the highway, bronco truck
when you ask for the katz, mothaf-cka here i come
yeah i’ve been known to really f-ck it up
no d-mn no sh-t zip zap zup
speedin’ on the highway, bronco truck
when you ask for the katz, mothaf-cka here i come
[bridge: zebra katz]
a m-th-f-cka need that work? well i got it right here
need motivation for the -ss to gon’ twerk? well i got it right here
if you need that thing, that thing, then i got it right here
yeah, motherf-cker, i got it right here, i got it right here
a m-th-f-cka need that work? well i got it right here
need motivation for the -ss to gon’ twerk? well i got it right here
if you need that thing, that thing, then i got it right here
[?] i got it right here, m-th-f-cka i got it right here
[verse 35: curtis williams]
i said most of these n-ggas gon’ hate, me and my n-ggas get paid
one n-gga swing then we all gon swing, we all gon catch that case
couple blunts to the face, got a n-gga straight
rappin’ on beats got a young n-gga made
what can i say? my closet got bape
i don’t do delays, i want it today
noisy pack in my wrap, hennessy in my cup
ginger ale if i chase, but i really don’t do that much
i really don’t have no time, you ain’t tryin’ to get no funds
doin’ this sh-t ’til i die, i’m rollin’ and smokin’ on drugs
[verse 36: reese]
rollin’ up, chokin’ up on the kush smoke
whip sick, big wheels, big willie sh-t
hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick
i love the const-tuents, is down to get their lids peeled
still pimpin’, ridin’ ’round town gettin’ low
with my bright skin shawty, call her light show
she like reese i’m tryna light that
show love, she hold me down like an ice pack
it’s big faces on faces bruh, big faces on faces bruh
dead men in my pockets got me goin’ up
it’s goin’ face down if a n-gga flex us
yeah, in god we trust, but bands is a must
we gotta get that, spend that, get that
re-up, recoup, repeat that
[verse 37: dave]
say deuce 9 in that ending, been winning since the beginning
did a couple shows, need a couple more
that price right but we skippin’
but to our n-ggas, we gettin’ it with that work i turn into a chemist
walter white, send a cake to my n-ggas locked up in prison
free my n-gga chris, and free my uncle marky
now tell them they f-cked up
when they told ’em they could start me
cause i ain’t lettin’ up, they’re talkin’ ’bout the best
they better mention us, yeah they better mention us
[verse 38: lightskinmac11]
apartment off rocky, rottweiler just to watch it
maybachs for the profit, get a lexus for my mama
hail marys for our fathers, press the pedal to get farther
in that new thing, no tags, n-gga, f-ck the dollar
all about it so don’t f-ckin’ bother
my loose change got me bruce wayne, and a 3 page spread
i was sleepin’ on the flow, just a couple months later
now i’m purchasing the flow, east coast
[verse 39: alkebulan]
king, god, pharoah
feared the sensei, gold for bone marrow, save
my name is running coyote
i’m on peyote with the queen, running on waves
i will make water out of hennessy
target my ankh, i was born a public enemy
reign insurmountable
a woman will make me climax but she won’t be ending me
this is not a dream, marchin’, in all black
a black clan king, respect the ill-strator
don’t you dare ever try the elohim, f-ck flexin’
i say my name when i name drop, son
who’s the god in this pantheon?
two-9, alkebulan, alkebulan, alkebulan, alkebulan
[verse 40: ceej]
get up kid, put your head to your knees like a sit-up, b-tch
get too live for the crew, two-9
we’re the new 2 live crew, give up, b-tch
send ’em all to h-ll, k!ll this sh-t
spit it like braille, gotta feel this sh-t
gotta check up, haters still sick
yellin’ k!ll ’em all and i’m on ball like i’m billups, b-tch
[verse 41: jace]
runnin’ our heart, sit up b-tch
hard to go to sleep, all we know is work
catch no zs, chilled on purp
and ya b-tch came second but my bills on first
east side n-gga, still my turf
pierce like ‘matic, hoes still at it
swing like a batter and my crew goin’ at it
best believe that that sh-t gon’ hurt
[verse 42: alexander spit]
toot up the french h-rn, the fog machine is sandstorm
ain’t go to camp
cordless toward the performer that’s keepin’ your amps warm
‘fore the fans swarm all but the limousine
swear to god that’s in between
indigo indie dream, you intervene, yeah that’s a spit sixteen
hearts inside of my tip jar, like a bleedin’ heart beneath wood floor
and if every lion is purrin’ then i’ma be certain i let my engine roar
i’m swingin’ swords and swingin’ chains
singin’ pure and bangin’ strange
this alexander spit and i’m off the wall like vans, i’m changin’ lanes
driftin’ around whatever it is this game became
like gorillas and orangutans, go bananas and bangarang
they say i’m prayin’ to that cross for all of that fifteen minute fame
but i’ma get in your ears and the god’s here
so baby just open your bra zip and just let them t-tties out
and let ’em bounce like this was paul revere
i’m 7.0in’ on pitchfork, i’m 10-0in’ on this court
this alexander spit with a pistol, dro is full of his disorders, i got this
[verse 43: scottyatl]
better have my check, i need that first
before i move, before i step
see i been burned it don’t take long
and learn quick, it ain’t no twice
i gave my time, i gave my life
so i won’t bet what all i spent
i’m trying to be good, i’ll take your b-tch
and i ain’t even playin, just ask my clique
you know my st–z, trying to get real a-town
got that or either got sump’n to give away
big feet on the bottom of a chevrolet
everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay
need to ride with the weight scale
propped up in the seat trying to get that
my broad on da eastside ho n-gga
tell bron bron we can bring the heat back
i’m a champ, i support it, flipping through the hundred
cool club with it, running to the money
i’m in shape, i’m in shape stacking cake
duncan hines go get “faith” thats my last tape
i’m on 10, i’m on fire, i’m on point, i’m on smash
rolly on my dash, breaking down in my cad’
i’m atlanta, scottyatl ho 1 sp-ce that’s a y not an ie
slipped in ain’t even check id, game need me i’ma rap iv
[verse 44: da$h]
year before ’83, i be the kid who found et
tell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dope
call a b-tch over for throat and put her on some game
just to get up in her brain and now she out makin’ me change
i’m full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no wesley snipes
young roxanne, baby, sell that body to the night
i’m trife as f-ck, light the blunt, get high enough to die for once
throw the pad at christ, they askin’ god how do i write this stuff
the lord never liked me much, but i’m sayin’, “oh well”
blazin’ up with the devil, watchin’ old h-ll in the cell
matches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattress
polygraphs break, you say i ain’t the illest n-gga rappin’
the f-cking captain of this multi million dollar faction
commander and chief, my sons is son of sam with the beef
we get loot, always ran from police
you b-tch n-ggas lose your head if you speak
i ash the doobie off the cruise ship
and flew hash, cheffin’ out of ruth chris
two b-tches tellin’ me they do sniff
what do you know? so much wax in this blunt i’m smokin’
you’d thinkin’ i’m f-ckin’ madame tussauds
you think i’m f-ckin’ mad, i’m too so
i’m out of it, b-tch, oh, nah, f-ck that
bring them f-ckin’ trumpets back
light a dub sack for my n-ggas who slung crack
on a daily basis, sip liquor, i never chase it
f-cker i’m the greatest, carve a statue of my face, b-tch
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