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[Phillyboy]

Habs ich gleich nach der ersten Zeile erkannt , so startet nämlich meine Fave-Pac Album "Me against the World" :thumb: Und schon wieder is der Titel die letzte Zeile

Tupac - If I die tonight



Ich bin sicher das stimmt, also gleich das nächste, wieder sehr leicht:

Actions have reactions, dont be quick to judge,
you may not know the hardships people dont speak of,
It's best to step back, and observe with couth, for we all must meet our ****** ** *****

moment of truth von Gangstarr,sehr gutes Lied :thumb:

dann mach ich mal weiter:

I'm *******, motherfucker can't you tell
run through Little Havannah yelling: 'Viva Fidel'
jerking off at the sheets when I stay at hotels
drinking bacardi at AA meetings, smoking a L
I'm broke as hell my attitude is no good
like working for white people after watching rosewood
swallow mecenary, I don't care how I get richer
like American companies that did business with Hitler
get the picture nigga, I'm the best of both worlds
without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl
at stage at your basics, you aren't half the man that I am
I throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand
give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain
that's your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain
I'll bust of on her face, and right after the segment
she'll propably rub it in her pussy, trying to get herself pregnant
I said it I meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies
like pro lifers, that support the death penalty
and don't talk about war, when niggaz know that your pus
a fucking hipocrit draft charger like George Bush
don't push me nigga, cuz I'm close to the edge
and I'll jump of with a rope that's wrapped around your head
send a death feedaz to my ex on valentines day
the safety's off nigga, so get the **** out my way

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Immortal Technique - Obnoxious

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Ich mach gleich mal weiter:

I hear these cats, but I ain’t listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin'
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss'n
I’m about to have ya whole team wishing
That you never got this shit started
You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly retarded
To let me hear my name mention, try’na gain attention
Now I’m runnin’ through this game lynchin’
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low
These XFL rappers tryna **** with a real pro
One thing ; who named y’all the High and the Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities
You had to be on mad coke and XTC,
To think for a second, you can stand next to me
Look, don’t ever again mention my name in ya freestyles
Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee Miles
And I heard ya album, this must be something you’re new at
’Cause I rather hear a Lil’ Wayne/Lil’ Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin’, like a slap in the ear
So I hope y’all don’t plan on making rap a career
Cause ever since Heav’ was in Vernon I been burnin’
Next year, y’all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, motherfuckers

Sollte nich allzu schwer sein...

 

[Euronymous123]

Masta Ace - Acknowledge (sieht irgendwie komisch aus das Wort, schreibt man das so )

Gleich von den ersten beiden Zeilen her, dieses Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane Duet Ding ist mir irgendwie noch nie aufgefallen


Achso ich grad bei ugrap gesehen, herzlichen Glückwunsch dir.

 

[flaco]

@ Boss hog - sehr geiler track und lines :thumb: Und auch von mir noch offiziell hier Alles Gute :thumb:

@ Euronymous - hau gleich das nächste raus, bin schon gespannt :thumb:

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Masta Ace - Acknowledge (sieht irgendwie komisch aus das Wort, schreibt man das so )

Ja, das schreibt man so und ist natürlich auch die richtige Lösung.

Und danke für die Glückwünsche.

 

[Euronymous123]

Gut dann will ich mal meiner Aufgabe nachkommen, auch recht leicht:

I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb
I say we all rush the pentagon, pull out guns
And grab the intercom, my first word's will be I believe
Man made God, outta ignorance and fear
If God made man, then why the hell would he put us here?
I thought he's supposed to be the all loving
The same God who let Hitler put the Jews in the oven
We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us
All this half-ass leadership, flippin position
They turn politcian and shut the hell up and follow tradition
For your TV screen, is telling lies to your vision
Every channel got some brainwashed cop shit to watch
Running up in niggas cribs claiming that they heard shots
It's a plot, but busta can you tell me who's greedier?
Big corporations, the pigs or the media?
Sign of the times, terrorism on the rise
Commercial airplanes, falling out the sky like flies
Make me wonder what secrets went down with Bob Brown (?)
Who burnt churches to the ground with no evidence found?
It's not coincidence, it's been too many studied incidents
It coulda been the Klan who put that bomb at the Olympics
But it probably was the FBI, deep at the call
Cuz if they make us all panic then they can start martial law

 

[flaco]

Kenn ich jetzt auf die Schnelle nicht, hm...

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Hm, müsste eigentlich was von Dead Prez sein. Ich weiß aber grad nicht, welches Lied.

 

[Euronymous123]

Dead Prez ist schon mal ganz gut.

Na los nicht so träge, welchen Titel würdet ihr dem Text denn geben

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Propaganda

 

[Euronymous123]

Exakt, du bist.

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin'
thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin'
we paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin'
Fifty Caliber gat embracin'
leavin' you wit' legs without sensation
who's full of malice? what thug's the wildest?
act childish and get your body sent to a stylist
who live the foulest? be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is kalused
pile this paper longer than malice from Ney York to Dallas
purchase a palace, sip Collatas with the whole brigata
bodies get dropped while I attend the opera
land on Casino roofs in Helicopters in Las Vegas Nevada
can't stop until I got a Casa up in Trump plaza
929 Mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they Sza Sza
cream like Iri Amin Dada
thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava
you and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window
creep on your benz slow and let ten blow
from out the darkest shadow
my aim's straight as an archers arrow
I'll spark this barrel
hit my target even if the mark is narrow
lay you like a pharoah
with fragments inside your bone marrow
get your wig flown just like a sparrow.

 

[Aaron#26]

Irgendwas von Kool G, müsste Mafioso sein, da sind auch so viele lines die sich auf dieselbe art reimen.

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Richtig :thumb:

 

[Aaron#26]

ok here we go:

"Yeah, I'm on ya phone, ya friends and killers
You Capone 'til I comb the village from home to California
Runnin up on ya Dozen, you cornered
You bust and be gone, I send ya mother a dozen begonias
I make ya boss WISH that he had
somethin that's more vicious and I'm killin anything that he HAD
Past you, I ain't only lyrically killin you BAD
I'm killin you wit a passion and then I'm sealin your casket SHUT!
Too many problems followin me sayin
that I am the +King+, I am a +dream+, I helps my game
Not to offend or hurt the work you put it
My street niggaz feel it, it's self-proclamied
So, who wanna creep? What weakling wanna beef?
+Ben Franklin+ run the streets, he came in a +hundred+ DEEP!
You niggaz can keep ya thirty murkers
I offer 'em all extra money man them niggaz is workers
Where was them niggaz when you had dreads, you liar
You Mekhi Phifer, lay on your side like a hyphen
Nigga I ain't built for who bitch, what now?
Tell 'em niggaz when I see 'em it's on, they better"

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

Royce Da 5'9'' - Duck Down

 

[Aaron#26]

yo stimmt, dachte eigentlich das wär ziemlich schwer zu erraten, aber ok

 

[Boss Hog Corleone]

First let me ask for forgiveness, since I might go to hell
But I'm addicted to these girls, though where they **** feel smell
And I been around the world in and out of hotels
Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell
It all started with Mel my first time doin' it
Nervous, couldn't speak, I was scared I might ruin it
Something like a pulse she knew how to take it slow
Knew one false move and I could **** around and blow
So I went with the flow, it went better than I planned
Finally found something better than cummin' in my hand
They say you come twice the first time, now I understand
I came once inside of her, then I became a man
The next couple of times weren't quite that memorable
Temikha, Glydia must've thought I was pitiful
Bustin' after two minutes, I thought that shit was typical
That was probably why they never got back at a nigga so

 

[Tituzzz]

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