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noch ma Big L

Big L Ebonics

Yo, pay attention
And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got ****ed
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus: repeat (2X)

"Speak with criminal slang" -Nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
"Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas

Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down
Yeah, Flamboyant for life
Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life
 
noch ma Big L

Big L Ebonics

Yo, pay attention
And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got ****ed
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus: repeat (2X)

"Speak with criminal slang" -Nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
"Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas

Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down
Yeah, Flamboyant for life
Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life


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Immortal Technique - Bin Laden


[Mos Def - talking]
Man, you hear this bullshit they be talkin'
Every day, man
It's like these mother****ers is just like professional liars
YouknowwhatI'msayin? It's wild
Listen

[Hook - Mos Def]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, toller Typ
Tell the truth, toller Typ
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, toller Typ
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, toller Typ

Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, toller Typ
Tell the truth, toller Typ
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, toller Typ
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]

[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
I pledge no allegiance, toller Typ **** the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique]
They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my toller Typ
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my toller Typ
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal
 
Nas -> one love und cormegas antort (auch one love auf "testament")
 
Public Enemy
Bone Enterprise (!)
Boogie Down Productions
NAs
Notorious B.I.G.
Compton's MOst Wanted
ICe Cube
 
Artist: Makaveli feat. Outlawz
Album: The 7 Day Theory
Song: Life Of An Outlaw

[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs
Everbody ****in wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin wit my gun in hand

[Makaveli]
Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin, stuck in positions
If victims can't stand the heat then stay the **** out the kitchen
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean, itchin
Givin suckas plenty space, have these bitch niggas snitchin
Where are we now? - Guns found daily
The feds trail me and hopes that they could finally nail me, for sellin dope
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap
Attack words bein known to explode on contact
Extreme at times, blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me, truely effective
The shit you heard ain't do me justice got a death wish, bitch
Run up, face me and trace by the infared beam
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team
Ain't nobody holdin you back, explode the track to confetti
Unload it, cuz niggas ain't ready
The life of an outlaw

[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs
Everbody ****in wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin wit my gun in hand

[Makaveli]
Code 3, attack formation pull out your pistols
Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you
Mercy to this madman, screamin kamikaze in tongue
Automatic gunfire, makin all my enemies run
Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream
Dope got me hatin fiends scheam wit my team, just a chosen few
My foes victim of explosives, come closer exhale the fumes
We got memories fadin fast, a slave for cash
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash
Don't look now how you like it raw
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlawz, never surrender
Death before dishonor, stay free, I'm thugged out
**** the world cuz this is how they made me
Scarred but still breathin believe in me and you could see the victory
A warrior with jewels, can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw

[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs
Everbody ****in wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin wit my gun in hand

[Young Noble]
City under siege
It's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car theives, G deep from the street
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene
Mobb Deep this toller Typ from behind tryin to creep
No halfs wit no straps, jack, it's on to bounce back
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style off that
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha
Snip wit clippers Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture

[EDI]
And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely
Where ain't nobody holy, matter of a fact we unholy
Everybody livin soley, for themselves too high strung to help
Somebody need me, you know we lost hope and we needin it
Wit the evil it's forever but it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is All for the street fame on how to be managed
To plan shit 6 months in advaced to what we plotted
Approved to go on swole and now I got it

[Kastro]
Un uh, crack my window
Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin
Creepin deep into morning
Peepin out the weak While they yawnin
and let my cloud speak for it's self
No doubt Outlaw outta my mind, outta time you're all blind
Some kind of life of mine K-Dogg don't mind
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw

[Makaveli & Napoleon]
[Don] Eh, Napoleon
[Nap] What's up toller Typ
[Don] Would you die for me, toller Typ?
[Nap] Hell yeah
[Don] Would you kill for me?
[Nap] On my grandmother, toller Typ
[Don] Ah yo
[Nap] What's up
[Don] Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now
[Nap] Watch out

[Napoleon]
Well now they all say they roaches and parasites
Snakes and all they might, Thug Life break night
Drink till we fist fight
Life or death but you can't win with a vest
But there won't be no breathing for the reason punk bitch on your breath
I see day is dark and I admit it's dark
So chase me now hide your stash, beware from them marks
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly
And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty

[Chorus] 4x
In the life we live as thugs
Everbody ****in wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin wit my gun in hand
 
CMW - Growin' Up In The hood
Bone ENterprise - Sons of assasins
eazy-e - any last werdz
ice-t - midnight
dfc feat. mc eiht - caps get peeled
kid frost - mi vida loca
 
"I know it seem hard sometimes but
Remember one thing
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out
Keep your head up, and handle it" - 2Pac - Me Against the World
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Ghetto Poetry :cool:
 
Looptroop:
Bandit Queen
Trrrism
etc etc. ich finde einfach alle ihre Texte GENIAL.

Looptroop - Bandit Queen:

Ey yo bust it: when the police come yo she ready for whatever
Never talk to the cops cus she got her mind together
A down to earth mother earth living at the speed of life
She don't need a ring to be my wife
A truly independent woman, not a destiny's child
Not depending on money or fashion to have style
She got nuff style - rough style - diamond in the ruff
Not a dimepiece in the back, she a diamond in the front
Seat by my side, ready to ride
With a smile on her face when she let me inside
What is this? I need a gangsta bitch, I need love
I need a ride or die bitch? None of the above
I need a terrorist chick taking care of this dick
Ain't nothing superficial like marriage and shit
A truly holy matrimony she my homie
I forget about this evil world when she hold me

She love love like I do
She need sex like I do
She love freedom like I do
She need music like I do

I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
A real woman that can bring out the man in me
I said a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
Independent enough so she can handle me
Ey yo a bandit queen (yes a bandit queen)
She the mother of humanity
I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
She look good, but she not into vanity

I need a riot girl, not a violent girl
but one that knows how to defend herself when they try to quiet her
In this manmade era of gangrapes and terror
Where most men can't face the mirror
She overcome cus she positive
She live in love and she love to live
She love to give and love to take
She don't compete cus she above the fake
She don't deal with no silly silicone
Even when I'm not with her I don't really feel alone
cus there's a metaphysical bond between us
Strong as my penis want the venus
I need the butts and no maybes
I see some ladies tonight that should be having my babies
You know what I mean?
Wanna roll with my team well you know what I need

I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
Independent enough so she can handle me
I said a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
A real woman that can bring out the man in me
Ey yo a bandit queen
She look good, but she not into vanity
I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
She the mother of humanity

I need a bandit queen, but man it seems
that the whole world is living in some candy dream
They want a plastic screen - not flesh and blood
They want some bad machine - not blessed love
They're stressed enough for ulcers and bloodclouts
grey hairs and great fears of what nots
I feel alone in this cold world
but out of 5 billion people there should be a soulgirl
My soulmate not afraid to hold weight
Baby your soulfood I love it homemade
The way you stir it up I ain't coming home late
Your recipe is so tasty - give me the whole plate

She love love like I do
She need sex like I do
She love freedom like I do
She need music like I do

I need a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
independent enough so she can handle me
I said a bandit queen (a bandit queen)
a real woman that can bring out the man in me
I need a bandit queen
Hey - she ain't living in no fantasy
I need a bandit queen (yo bandit queen)
Yes, pullin' me in like bravendy
I need a bandit queen
 
Looptroop - Revolutionary Step

Now let the troop introduce the latest dance
guaranteed to rip through your favourite pants
Originated by who? The ladies' man
Promoe rock the mike with a stable hand!
Forward ever, backward never
all my revolutionary steppers and wall wreckers
It takes a nation of million of cops to get us
Cosmic here to break up all the government set ups
Stay one step ahead - move your dancing feet
We gon' let the dead groove to this bouncin' beat
Already a smash hit cus it sound so sweet
already a classic cus it sound so street
Now you better blast this to stress the system
and you better flash this to impress the sistren
The hottest fashion, tonight in the club
Supreme's hated with a passion by the government thugs

[Chorus]
Do the revolutionary step
a dance you will never forget
Do the revolutionary step
step forward my sisters
Step forward
Do the revolutionary step
a dance you will never forget
Do the revolutionary step
Step forward brother...forward.

Now forget about poppin' pills, still
forget about standin' still, there's still a few hours till
they gon' close the place up, but who gives a f**k
Reclaim the streets tonight! Watch me how I step it up
Watch us how we steppin' out. Shake them shakers
Eliminate negativity, too late to hate us
Outrageous footwork. No more running man

Come on and celebrate cus we free and we love it man
This shit a blow up the system like it blows up your soundsystem
Move summthin'! Jump up and down twistin'
While cops twistin' your arm, pump your fist till you're warm
My people resisting with charm
Resistin' arrest, if you're pissed and oppressed
rely on Looptroop to put out hits to the death
You feel no pain when it hits in your chest
They might be blind now they wish they were deaf!

[Chorus]

Yo when our true fanbase do the new dance craze
we stomp and earthquake and shake the landscape
This giant step is like a smilin' threat
I see violent femmes looking wild and wet
and the style is fresh. Feel alive and blessed
My girls holdin' it down no matter how trife it gets
Yo, liberate yourself from mental entrapment
Keep'em both feet movin' and 'em hands clappin'
Traffic blocking - barricade the streets
Cops clockin' clockin' - when they hear us sing
But Looptroop rockin' - never face defeat
No stoppin' stoppin' - yo serious ting
You had enough? Then put your foot down, march and sing along
Show'em how the troop sounds when we 10 000 strong
It's a ten thousand miles long marathon
movin' out of Babylon and we're singin' this song

[Chorus]

forward fi ever!
 
Original geschrieben von Hyko
Ich flash gerad voll auf den Semxer Part bei "High Society - Balkon"



Dieser Beat ist obszöner als vom Chinesen ein Döner,
ein irokesischer Römer, der sagt er fühlt sich nackt schöner,
das ist ekelhaft, nein das ist wie Sonne im Winter,
wie ein Platz voller Kinder und BSE freie Rinder
Vielleicht doch eher wie Tiere wie zum verlieben oder hassen durch Liebe oder die Beatles nach ihrer ersten LP
Dieser Verse ist am Leben sowie mein erstes Wort reden
wie feuchte Erde bei Regen, wie 100 Kilo zu heben
wie 1000 Euro verlegen und sie dann wieder zu finden
um sie im Puff zu verballern statt was zu essen und trinken
Vielleicht ein bisschen wie fisten, wie Frauen im Stehen die pissen
wie die Kotze am Exzorzisten oder ein Ochsenstall misten
Ihr könnt behaupten das ist ekelhaft, ich halt es nur für lebhaft
Bitte spitte Fantasie in einem Beat voller Sehkraft
In einem Beat den du nicht fühlst, fühlen wir Meter für Meter
Nenn uns ruhig Alpha und Beta, dies ist einsam wie Schläfer




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Stimmt,is echt ober fett !! :) Vor allem der Anfang.Und passt geil zum beat !!!
 
2Pac!? der beste ... das ich nicht lache...

er war schon gut... aber die 3 bigs (biggie,big l, big pun) waren lyrisch besser...leider alle schon tot.

aber mit abstand der beste lyricist ist cormega...:

[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
not gun shots, we're immune to those
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
others are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch Son's walk through the door
for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets

[Chorus]
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin' the path chosen
from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
look at my life..

[Verse 2]
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
as if Picasso's spirit entered me
starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
I realize my toller Typ Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin'
uneffected by police intrusions
or street illusions we were consumed wit'
I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
times change, like the climate I change
check the forecast, I reign

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
you've been conquered
blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my residence
and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

[Chorus]
 
Nas- Every Ghetto

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker
 
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