Showing posts with label Verse Of The Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Verse Of The Day. Show all posts

Monday, September 22, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Peeyano Keys

artist: Madvillain
album: N/A
song: Peeyano Keys


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never really matterd to much to me
that I was just too damn old to mc
all that really matters is if your rhymes was ill
girl,that's what really mattered to me

Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
to get me some fresh air, like a stray on a straight away
hey you got a light, na whut light? early in the morning
face crud from like a mudfight,looka here
it's just the way the cookie tear, prepared to get hurt
and mangle like her angle, rookie year
the rocket scientist, with the pocket windless
some even say he might need some pussachiatrist
dude, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
yes, so why would the darn thing be wondering
She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
her posse's on grow like hey momma I want to sing
mad laced, the bass like erased cards, villain on the case
to break jaws and leave her face scarred
groovy dude, not to proove to be rude
but this stuff is like what you might put on movietune
what is hollapinas, get it like a woofer
when ya holla at your seniors
dial Kareem over here, the hasj he's feeling?
he just came from over there, the grass is greener
last wish? I wish I had two more wishes
and I wished they fixed the door to the matrix
it's mad glaciers, spit so many verses
sometime my george twitches
one thing this party could use is
more .....uhmuhm booz
put yourself in your own shoes
and stay away from all the peers
that bust you tipsy, don't use
he only keep 'em to decorate
if you wanna peep 'em, select a date
and bring a deep check like checkmate
I kid you not, on the dotted line sign
eversince a minor
kids consider him some kinda Einstein
on the diamond mind grine, she was dumb find
but not quite the type that you might wanna wind and dine
couldn't find a pen, had to pick up a new trick
"This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick"
on second thought ,it's too thick
his assistents said: doom, you're sick
He said : it's true, threw a goosestick
psycho, his flow is drowned and now we're seasoning
with micropower that's sounding quite reasoning
it's easy as pie, greet one, one fall
one more, one false move and they dumbfall

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Beautiful Girl

Artist: Cunninlynguists
Album: A Piece of Strange
Song: Beautiful Girl

[Verse 2: Deacon]
Yeah, spread them legs jane, I need a head change
Coochie hairs flame colored, sweet lil red thangs
She riddles every area of my brain with deep tickles
Mary, married her, carries my pain? nope
An angel came to me one night chillin
Said "I won't change you, just tame who's within that Villian"
I said "cool, lets lay up with the stars for a minute"
Next I know we break up roaches from cigars
We done finished
Jane doing things that made me search my soul
I's a young one, she's an old freak that cuts slow
Leave her? Right now you got a hellafied no
I guess I needs her, that double edged ledge cuts throats
I love the please-her, or pleasure, whatever call it liesure
You call her a crutch, y'all hush, I call her 'Retha
Undressin her, loving the resin upon fingertips
Its over when I roll me a Fat Lady
Now sing it bitch

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Verse Of The Day: So Amazing


Artist: Termanology
Album: So Amazing / Lo IQ 12"
Song: So Amazing

Who you know makes in a turn, riddle me this
If you don't say Rakim, you better say Kiss
Styles P
Kool G or Pac
Anybody else, I put 'em up in the box
They say
Lyrically, I'm the new AZ
Cause if I really wanted to, I could keep up with Nas
Term is like Earth, Wind & Fire
Rims and tires
But you can't ask people, they buy ya
So I'm the flyest sire of this side of Elmyra
I'll walk past papayas and into the fire
I'm
Chillin' with Mya
Crushin' Mariah
While I'm, fuckin' with Tyra, you fuckin' the virii
I got
Latino respect like Carlito
Since
Way back with Stretch and Babido
I'm in the lab, it's just me and Primo
The ghost of James Brown and the soul of Chris Rios

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Return Of The G

Artist: Outkast
Album: Aquemini
Song: Return of the "G"

[Dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
that run up in yo' crib which contains
your lady and an 8 month old
child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
they do not want to hear it because they'd
rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
and shit get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that thank [think] you soft
and say y'all be gospel rappin'
but they be steady clappin' when you talk about
bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
somethin' mind unravelin' get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas who got them kids
who got enough to buy an ounce
but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
you get down!


Friday, September 12, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Stay Up (Viagra)

Artist: 88 Keys f/ Kanye West
Album: The Death of Adam
Song: Stay Up (Viagra)

[Kanye West]
What she got is so Niagara
Make a young nigga straight need Viagra
Make a old nigga give keys to Jaguar
Just to keep from all the tee-hee's and laughter
Her telling her homegirls that he couldn't stay up
In the restaurant with her voice way up
Please keep it discreet
Keep the business out of the street
She said "I would if he'll handle biz up in the sheets!"
Pop off like a thang thang
He keep keep
And every time that she bang bang
He skeet skeet
And he so bullheaded tried to three peat
Try imagining something passionate
Between you Cassie and Kim Kardashian
Maybe that'll work when you get to hit that ass again
Or you can grab a Red Bull and sip that twice
Now y'all can have sexy time, it's nice!!

Stay Up! (Viagra) - 88 Keys feat. Kanye West


Monday, September 8, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Preaching To The Choir

Artist: Skillz
Album: The Million Dollar Backpack
Song: Preaching to the Choir

Uh, now here's a little story that must be told
By the unsaved man who lost and found his soul
It's a classic love ballad, those never get old
Let's piece together the tale of Sean and Nicole
A picture perfect couple in the eyes of they peers
Been together for eight, but only married for four years
Had one kid, both was true to their own
Just moved to the 'burbs and bought a beautiful home
Now Sean had a gift and for years he use it
He was an R & B singer, sang secular music
Nicole worked in the daycare, she loved the kids
Had a nice income, but it never could match his
Now Sean stayed on the road, his schedule was crazy
Nicole spent a lot of nights at home with the baby
And this night in question, while out on tour
Sean made a mistake, she'd never forgive him for
But it's more

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Nighttime Maneuvers


Artist: Little Brother
Album: The Listening
Song: Nighttime Maneuvers

Aiyyo, it's the new fla-vour, the next step
Phonte, the best kept secret since the AIDS cure (word)
I stay raw, whether they bootleg it or pay for it
Old school like Prince Dejour
when he was hostin Rap City with fingerwaves on
I put my name on the map through dismantilin
embarassing arrogant cats and battle 'em because they raps ain't astonishin
Got niggaz in the club spittin out they Heinekens
like, "God-DAMN it, when that nigga Tay gon' rhyme again?"
He's nice with the homonyms (nice with them homonyms), ill flow
I guess I got it from my mom and 'nem, fo' real doe
Who does it finer? This one is for the MCs' in Carolina
Three in the mornin, insomnia rhymers
that say, "Yo, let's put the drama behind us, just let the beats rock"
Started cyhper while the wack niggaz eavesdrop
9th mouse-clicked it on the b-box
9th always hit me on my sweet spot
(Uh) Go to the crib, drink some Peach Schnapps
and doze off to Pete Rock, what

Friday, September 5, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Angels

Artist: Ghostface Killah & MF Doom
Album: Swift & Changeable
Song: Angels

[MF Doom]
Stay tuned, the Villain Three's Company
Don't sleep, part one

Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM
He woked up, stoked like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
Loosened his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggerin except for the socks and mask, naked
Grabbed up the boxes, fussin, pissed and checkin
For the keys - stacked, a robbery expected
Yet, nothin obvious is missin
Recollected now why Hollywood hotties stepped into Giuseppe's
And naughty personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shotty
Chased the trees with Thai iced teas
She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy
Told the hoes "I don't feel so well, my belly
Roll down Melrose, drive me to the telly
Y'all go head and get the L's and get back, I be 'K"
Feelin woozy, no Uzi, who's he see in the lobby? Ray
Peace, pizza man - change a hundred, stopped and looked
Nah, whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
Elevator's slow, "Is I'm that careless?"
Entered the room and fell flat on the terrace
Woke up "Dag!" Who bound and gagged him?
Got him for two outa three packed bags Magnum
Each gram of Villain's sperm, street worth a G
The part of Mr. Furley was played by Charlie Murphy

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Say Goodnight

Artist: Reks
Album: Grey Hairs
Song: Say Goodnight

[Reks]

Rockabye, pop rapper to sleep, heavenly conscious
Melodies monstrous, R's one hell of an artist
Sylibal darksmith, lyrical bars pimp caution
Beware of close parks and midicons conflicts
Even through all this garbage, nonesense, media sponsers
I'm gonna spit the raw shit, regardless
My thoughts in cockpit, steering past and just through the darkness
What nerds be writing blurbs in office
I am return of the legendary, duck through the cemetery
Soul of the ghost in my bones, so I never worry
UHH, I think they want the new Makaveli
I can really feel the pains and the strains through my belly
Hunger gettin' deadly, ain't a killer, don't tempt me
Fill the booth cuz the youth mental frames on empty
Opinion on my rap, the flow's ether, the soulseeker
Born leader, R-E-K-S remember the name

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Step Off

Artist: A-Trak f/ Little Brother
Album: Step Off 12"
Song: Step Off


[Phonte]
Uh, Tay is, so fluent when I do it, he the truest one
The deck is stack and the odds are two to one
And even though we didn't move any units, son
I rock shows and the crowd moves in unison
Like Tay's flow is Beyonders
The type most niggaz get lost, and I swear
my rap sheet should come wit a Complice 2 and compass
My accomplishments, I think y'all really don't want this nigga

[Rapper Big Pooh]
One of the best, I don't care if you know
Four years, three albums and a hell of a show
Got a, hell of a flow, you ain't smellin me though
'Fore it's all said and done, I'ma settle the sco'
Settle the Mo', wit another bottle fo sho'
J. Wall settled down on the flo', it's been a great night
Honeys callin, Bull City grab a late bite
Pray to God we make it to the crib alright



Saturday, August 30, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Soul Assassination

Artist: Afu-Ra
Album: Body of the Life Force
Song: Soul Assassination

[Afu-Ra]
You never heard of this, murderous, mic style superb with this
Burn with this, learn with this, you couldn't swerve with this
Or speed up on me in a high speed chase
Shift the clutch and what, bump chumps, I rip it up
I'm hangin corners, type ship like Lamborghini
You couldn't see me, solar rays scorch Houdini
You know my essence, hip hop and energy
Soul Assassinate ya, never hate ya
It's deep thought, while you drink my Henneccy
This deep sport, right where the winners be
I'm takin over, sounds glide like genocide
I'm never sober, write my rhymes, like a roller
It's so much colder, as you bounce into the lunar
Don't be confused a second to get your wreck in
Afu riggity Ra hit intersections

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Guessing Game

Artist: Elzhi
Album: The Preface
Song: Guessing Game

K, K. You want to play? How should we start?
You try and guess the other half of this word. We'll use smart-
-alec. You see how easy that was?
I say a line like: My head get slight when I'm catching a buzz-
-cut. Got it? Well we can do another
Why was Sally shocked to find there was a nine inside my under-
-age? Now we can really begin
Long as this beat keep the treats falling out of my pen-
(piñ)-ata. Rather slow or faster it's disaster
I come flowing harder than a master-
(mastur)-bator. Now in the streets we a mess, try to test
We drop it, you stop, pop a two in your rest-
(resp)-tory system. They claim they the best
Hey, you ask me I say maybe they were OK, yes-
-terday. They wouldn't even respond
Those niggas pussy and they don't want to fuck around with a con-
-dom. I live the life of a star
See me glide in different rides like I live inside of a car-
-nival. Yea, that's your girl in the stand
She's a fan, when I'm done she's going to want to give me a hand-
-job

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Verse Of The Day: What It Do

Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food & Liquor
Song: What it Do

[Verse 3]
Now that's two TV's that's in my car
That�s not really real man that's really a fraud
It�s from the green screen
My CD might not pump on your block
but at the truck stop man I'm really a star
So how you gonna act now?
Same music homeboys hollin' in the background (yo!)
See I had to lay the smack down
Act like a X addict
Act now gateway off to the next habitat (habitat)
Couldn�t match it now I'm laying that down like a mat now (ooh!)
And checkin� for me, now they pat down like a Howard Gap found
I was hidin' in my shoes, with me and my two crews
We took from other things you ain't finding in the stew
That�s why's no booth and I'm rhymin' in the Lou, still buying the CD
That�s why I catch 'em rhymin' in to me while they rhymin' in they room
Now I'm off to Caloon for some rhymin' and some tea
My pinky up on my tea cup
If you play the DVD at the same time that you start the CD
you gon' see that they sync up
And if you happen to doubt, just play the CD while you watch the TV
and you gon' see that I'm doing what I'm rappin' about

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Path of Destruction


Artist: GZA
Album: Pro Tools
Song: Path of Destruction

[GZA]
He ended up on the block with kid scooters and ice cream
But ended out in foster home, unti lhe was 19
Stealing for food and didn't do for enjoyment
At the time of lay off, shut down and unemployment
He move into a new world, and seek this fortune
And suited himself to the times with extortions
A hustle that was ruled by men and murder
He earned enough his daily bread and wanted to move further
He knew no good, come from such a sin
Had issues as a kid, so he held it all within
And he pursued the game so happy, on a path of destruction
Even though the road was rocky
Very caught up in his own drive for dominance
And to know that he would pay in the end was common sense
Some saw he had a long deserved death
And then he felt the lead when they were told he left

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Verse Of The Day:Word...Life

Album:Word...Life
Artist:O.C.
Song Word...Life

[Verse 2]
By the way, do me a favor
Give it a chance, if a nigga has flavor
Years surpass now trained and it's over
I'm bein' intoxicated, now I'm kinda sober
Persons serve for purpose like workers
If this clowns is makin' Hip Hop a circus
Me and my architect, mark my sweat
Bring up the engine, better yet a Corvette
Thoughts I search 'em like a sub's emergin'
Some subjects never been touched like a virgin
Urgin' MC's, do way of my 'raft
I'm destroyin' all things to go through my path
It doesn't matter the sex type
O to C now, niggaz gettin' done by the ? in freestyle
Rhythms are constantly switchin' and changin'
Name is O.C., I wrote and arranged this
Fluctuation I add it like seized it
Before it was missed
Now more than a breeze and
Poetically astoundin', round and soundin'
My brain was paused to a beat, boomin' and bouncin'
Edo waves kickin' with the kicks asided
You must go inside and exhail, divide it

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Distortion to Static

Artist: The Roots
Album: Do You Want More?!!!??! / From the Ground Up (Import)
Song: Distortion to Static

[Verse One: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, indeed
Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix
(It's Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y
Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice
then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles
of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights
Frightening, like lightning
Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter
that's makin tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brings swings, when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams like gats with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, repellin fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin I'm not, lyrically
Ya get, shot, get caught so distort with Thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin move fakin I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night
(Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic)
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin, my part of the song
It's goin, it's goin, it's gone


Thursday, August 21, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Mikey Rocks

Artist: Cool Kids
Album: The Bake Sale EP
Song: Mikey Rocks

Hold the phone like a call on the other line
I'm on the phone with a bone of another kind
So hold on, we could roll to the other side
Side of my dome is a zone you could never find
Grip hand, you might need assistance
Trying to find where you are inside of my head
Stay in line, single file if you can
Then we can kick it like kickstands and
You know I peddle to the chain slip
So fly propellers propel us to the angels
Repelling the fellas that's jealous of the name
It's repelling to rappers as soon as I stage hit
So one, two, one, two, mike check
I'm out for high end, EQ my steps
I don't use bad grammar so please excuse this
I'm just trying to let niggas know who I is


Check out these 3 new Cool Kids tracks....

Schoolin'

Pennies

Delivery Man

all courtesy of 2db


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Verse Of The Day:Hi-Life

Album:Ridin' Dirty
Artist:UGK
Song:Hi-Life

[1st Verse]
You only got one life to live
That's all they give you to do it
You could bullshit your way through it
Or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas
Be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost
The people in the lane get tossed
The streets'll eat your ass alive
Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives
And nobody's surprised if somebody
Don't survive the dusk to see dawn
It's treacherous how we was left to die
On the streets that we be on
Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
Probably cause society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us
Got all these little niggas slangin' that yay
Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable
So how can I substain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham
Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off that slab
Cause poverty will push a nigga over that brink
Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge
So instead of being without, I'm hustling
Tryin' to get through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck outta this maze
A man will committ a crime 'cause a fuckin' crime pays
I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
Until there's a reason a mother fuckers gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He can get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
You can't fake it, to get that hi life

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Jockin' Jay-Z


Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Blueprint 3
Song: Jockin'

Verse 2:
That Bloke from Oasis said I couldn't play guitar
Somebody shoulda told him I'ma f**kin rockstar
TODAY IS GONNA BE THE DAY
THAT I'M GONNA THROW IT BACK TO YOUUUU!!!
I'm livin' life as a rocker, I'm like pimp c patna
Comin down in mercedes, peelin off on the boppers
Worldwide show, I'm comin down in a chopper
Hundred Eighty-Thou screamin hov wit the roc up
It's to eaaasy
I got ladies on shoulders, showin me they chi-chi's
I met honey at the show last year
And now I'm actin brand new like a World Premire
Yeah, I know, life ain't fair
But chill baby girl, my girl is here!
I got models in a mosh pit
Dancin off beat, but they know the words to my shit

Monday, August 18, 2008

Verse Of The Day: Raw Life


Artist: Foreign Exchange f/ Joe Scudda
Album: Connected
Song: Raw Life

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum
Swingin' to the beat, competition don't mention 'em
A full course emcee, y'all just continental
Posted at the bar, but you only copped the minimum
While lookin' at me like what the fuck's gotten into him
They can't get a handle on the solid foundation me and mines is standin' on
Bringin' it live with no disguise or camoflauge
Dropped "The Yo-Yo" and stopped niggaz from puttin' sandles on
We handle ours from bookin' the rhyme management, killin' the wack and now
You a prime candidate for the weak shit that make the crowd stand inanimate
But at our shows they stand adamant
'Te got the corner blitz on got your quarterback scramblin'
Checkin' the sidelines to see just what the fuck is happenin'
You wanna get my playbook and examine it
Connected - $12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga!

Did yall see that new promo video for Foreign Exchange's new album, Leave It All Behind? Well here it is....

http://www.theforeignexchangemusic.com/