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You see an eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
‘Cause deep in the abyss is street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness
POW niggas is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent, G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long ‘cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what Black
Here's the issue, it's a package deal, you rob me
You take these missiles along with that
I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream, and that's that
Whatever it takes, however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage, a motherfuckin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less, the God gon' get his
Regardless blow for blow, let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point, never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged

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Vicious...

Integrity is the Cornerstone of Artistry...

That verse, still shinin, apostle's warning. Dude was in the zone!

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P turns in an all-timer performance on Hell On Earth. Just ridiculously sharp and vivid.

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yep

Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24/7, Mac-11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat, then
Ain't no turning back when I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger, word is bond

You're such pests...now, what is it you want? In your depths of your ignorance, what is it you want? Well, whatever it is you want, I can't deliver because I just don't see it. - Orson Welles


Never Tired, Always Sleepy

Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawning
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holding my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type?
I kick that '98 shit for your ears to list
N%^&a P way ahead of his time, surpassed kids
(Fuck you kids be doin' yo?)
Kicking rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back and write half ass shit
The last official taking out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That n*#$a's shook to death from the first fucking song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my n*#$as on run
Holding big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type
Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck
Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We building from ground up starting from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mural
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked something ridiculous
Still fascinated by my stee
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D

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>Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning
>Vague memory of last night now it's all dawning
>Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
>It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
>I hopped up, outta my bed holding my head
>Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
>I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
>Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
>Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
>Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
>An eye for an eye you know my science of life
>Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type?
>I kick that '98 shit for your ears to list
>N%^&a P way ahead of his time, surpassed kids
>(Fuck you kids be doin' yo?)
>Kicking rhymes that's true lies
>Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air time
>After this you never will go back to that which
>Sit back and write half ass shit
>The last official taking out the artificial
>Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal
>Mobb, remember the name it's been along
>That n*#$a's shook to death from the first fucking song
>Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
>The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit
>Bear witness to this diligent street cat
>I carry myself hold myself down in fact
>This one dedicated to my n*#$as on run
>Holding big gats go for your gun
>Prepare to crush them we trust none
>Man who ain't down with the clan
>The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type
>Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck
>Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
>We building from ground up starting from ground zero
>Mafia on da see the name upon the mural
>Durable physically fit raps articulate
>You get your whole skeleton cracked something ridiculous
>Still fascinated by my stee
>Little P wanna be me, huh you no D

not hating cause I love this verse, but this is not slept-on. i remember it hitting so hard when HOE dropped that he got hip-hop quotable in the source that month for this verse.

his verses on Apostle's Warning Shook Ones and Eye For An Eye are classic to me.

rest in peace, P.

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Some words of wisdom to the idiotic okayplayers...

It Is Better To Be Thought Of As A Fool, Than To Open Your Mouth And Remove All Doubt.

"Dun"

"I'ma have to get on some ol "high school" shit start punching niggas in they face just for living"

His classic hood pose on the back cover for the infamous CD- crouching down, finger guns, bandana

"So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?" - actually the entire 'back at you' song

https://youtu.be/nJi6Uo-pJ9Q

My actual first time hearing P and I didn't even know it.

Him and Tony are reminiscing about this one in the afterlife.

Happy 50th D’Angelo: https://chrisp.bandcamp.com/track/d-50

https://youtu.be/2EaHynPinto

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Geto Boys, Poison Clan, UGK, Eightball & MJG, OutKast, Goodie Mob

https://youtu.be/Ai0HGxMoNPw

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Beat the clothes off you try'na get the hounds off you
N&*%a, fighting back is only gonna make it worse
I don't respect your little punches, Imma make it hurt
A cold lead shower, a hot blood bubble bath
Throw him in the acid and get rid of the gooey mess
Turn that n%$#a into special sauce, chill lord
I'm not a killer, but you pushing me to set it off
And Imma lash out, and Imma mash out laughing
I'm wicked, blow the hash and the kush down
Focus on the bread when n%^$#s try to gaffle me
That's when I treat 'em with force and brutality
My palms keep itching my money don't stop
Cause my work keep clicking
I got it bolt locked
Gang of Indians that smoke the peace pipe dolo
Excuse you cause when it's murder, I solo

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I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin', like they supposed to
They come around, but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team, and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight; my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only 19, but my mind is old
And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, ayo, Dun, spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation
Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation
Now take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

>I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
>You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers
>The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware
>Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share
>For all of those who wanna profile and pose
>Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
>You all alone in these streets, cousin
>Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin'
>And keep them shook crews runnin', like they supposed to
>They come around, but they never come close to
>I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
>Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
>With bullet holes and such
>Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
>You can put your whole army against my team, and
>I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
>Your simple words just don't move me
>You're minor, we're major
>You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
>Don't make me have to call your name out
>Your crew is featherweight; my gunshots'll make you levitate
>I'm only 19, but my mind is old
>And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
>Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
>It ain't nothing really, ayo, Dun, spark the Philly
>So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas
>Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
>Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
>If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
>When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation
>Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation
>Now take these words home and think it through
>Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
>

You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

For real, his voice and that verse especially always sounded dope scratched in on a track.


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I don't like the beat anymore because its just a loop. ALC didn't FLIP IT ENOUGH!

Flip it enough? Flip these. Flip off. Go flip some f*cking burgers.(c)Kno

Allied State of the National Electric Beat Treaty Organization (NEBTO)

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"There's a fine line between persistence and foolishness..."
-unknown

"To Each His Reach"

possibly hs most slept on verse..

It's like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the Muse and blast like fresh tecs
Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check the index
Look over anything that you might've missed
You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
On imbecile niggas who ain't got they feet grounded
Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
Knot headed niggas get knocked out a lot
Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
(Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors

Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns heads bop to this
We stand out like a terrace
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks
Just pure adrenaline
Raw lyrics incredible beats
Don't mean to rub it in
But your small time beneath our feets
Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin
For ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelé
My big shit be jumping like Jordan, often
Lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds
So you can run back actin like you a vet
And swearin' you dead
You survived some real shit
Now what's this it's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out
Dun you bugged out I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out
Niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

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Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if the math is real
If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the Head N&*^a In Charge and shit
Live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt n&^%as like poltergeists
My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
'fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
Loose n&^%as make the news when we start forming
Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
Don't embarrass yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction
While n&^%as bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real

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I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash n^&#as by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
You feel different, n^&#a, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say 'P, you crazy'
A Pain in Da Ass, nah but 'Fuck you, Pay me'
I'm no shorty, n^&#a, I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really, I miss my n^&#a Twin, kill me
So I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens
You rap n^&#as make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash
Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus

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I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash!

along with

"duplicate rap cloner"

"I throw a TV at you crazy"

"You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me"

"Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus"

and this is just one damn song

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The streets coerced my mind with crime
My 9mm busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your thinker
And show these crab n^%$as the power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sipping on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spending it fast as fuck
Straight up splurging
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars
No more hustling, now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream, but it ain't as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas looking for they cream
And word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci
Now they putting out hits trying to shoot me
But I'm out in L.A. on the low living Gucci
And lavish, they trying to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage, Quran, what's the haps, kid?

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For your ears to list this
You don't wanna miss this, dunn
Don't be a statistic
Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of ni&^%as
And write shit that certainly'll move y'all ni&^%as
Peace to my Sumner villains in pink houses
From Red Hook to QB you know the routine
We need a movie to show how our life so ill
Every summer in the projects we partied on the benches
A few gallons of gin and Pepsi
Remember party balls? That was back in like '90
We use to roll oo-wees now we stuff Dutches
Bing bust it, what's your discussion
Y'all ni&^%as talk a lot of shit heard you on the tape fronting
I fakes nothing, ya fuck around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to seeing you drip blood
Will always love Gambo and Scarface
Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes
Now what's bad news
It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all ni&^%as know about the turmoil
What ya know about the blood soil, clothes and little hoes
And the legs of pants, slugs that crack the shin bone
The Other shots blast through your left clavicle
Melt switch suits and paint the avenues

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To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, Godfather III and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, Ty Maxx and Ty Nitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figuring P
There's two sides of me
Snake niggas obviously, you get lumped somethin' horribly and then we calmly guzzle Spumantely and Dom Pérignonly
Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out
Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout
Mobb niggas to the exit, we out

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDZDHOaHZLI

Listening to Hell on Earth right now

"Use that shit or sumthin man"
"Playing wit it"

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Gang Starr / Nujabes blend - https://youtu.be/lsci1vu6ick
DOOM Tribute - https://youtu.be/qmBQ2BDefKM
Donut of the Heart cover in Javascript - https://youtu.be/afLc2CkC8lk

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There are dozens of us! Dozens!

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the records real
Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some, kids feeling guilty bout the,
But you first baby girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot ya f----t ass

One of my favorite quotes from Bandana P. RIP.

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Cold af

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that came with those Def Squad/DMX albums, but it was only P's verse and the start of Mega's. When I heard it wasn't going on Mobb's next album I was a little let down...until I heard the damn thing.

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P leveled up on that muhfugga. They did the right thing letting him lead off.

Hav's production during that era was just flames

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Falcons, Braves, Bulldogs and Hawks

Geto Boys, Poison Clan, UGK, Eightball & MJG, OutKast, Goodie Mob

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Back At You

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkV6SCOIrnM

Welcome to the fact that, here take that
Right back at you, I'm goin at Duke, already ran through
Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after?
(What is it what is it?) The forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper
Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin stainless
Crimes heinous, to all my niggas hold your bangers
Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then
The fuck you said? I'll be right back with mac's then
Blastin, tearin up your Fila fashion
Give him what he ask an' fill you in on what happened
Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
To spread team across planet, expand shit
Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin foul
For tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
Fourteen years old, shorty from round way
Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day
But why did my life have to be this way?
I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
My loot give recoup, razors in my shoe
Case they try to troop me to the Island
I'm known for start whylin
Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash pildin
Peep this, throwin blows on some nose and teeth shit
So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?
Lift you up off your feet like ski lift
Pull back the big fifth for niggas who riff
Them niggas you with
Then I'm on the next flight, gettin bent in the clouds
On my way down South for international crowds




*CROCKER*

word booty.

HSUBAKCITS




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I'm bein watched by snake eyes
Peep them shed skin plenty times
Surrounded by crash dummies and empty minds
Get your shit together Dunn, see between the lines
Stay awoke, to the ways of the wickedest kind
Infamous - cause of the way, I write rhymes
Plus my story's more foul than your newborn eatin swine
(Stupid) Catch a seat, it's about to get deep
Like squeezin flouride on your brush for your teeth
Or, takin your seed to get shots every week
We need to pay more attention to our surroundings
Busy wildin, all for the wrong cause
Put that same strength into somethin that'll pay off
Don't forget your soul's involved
That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves
I smash you, Dunn only if I have to
I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to

A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street
A villain on the vinyl; an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped, southpaw
You thuggin when the mics plugged in
Barkin through the speakers like you got no sense
You're wild on the 2 inch
Got your platinum plaques to prove it
Your music's been around the world movin
And it come right back around to the ground on it
Now its time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real shit
Stuck where we started at
Fuck that
Not because I have to we want to
I love this shit
The raw is what I live for
To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more

- Cormega "Thun & Kicko" feat. Prodigy

We see through all that boo boo like it's ghost shit... (c) Quelle Chris

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he's talking to his son. In this case though, he probably was referring to somebody whose style he fathered.

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Segregate those fake poems
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening
My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions
Prohibition got my whole block pissing Christian
One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin
Don't let your emotions get involved, talkin
To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken
So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?
Throw on your two pennies, then you bolting
I rock for the few chosen, who got their third minds open
Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights
Be on the look for the bright lights and North winds
The trumpets be the mics, the size malevolent
You don't belong in my eyesight, P's a powerful soldier
Other life and things won't be the same again
It's over!

Hook

(you're all up in the game and dont deserve to be...)

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...As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence, I don't give a fuck about my presence...

For some reason, said line has stuck with me throughout the years; the nihilism of the whole thing is strangely relateable to me... Like, I know the feeling even if I'm as far from "gangsta" and killing as it gets...

Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that
You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat
You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack
Searching for signs to the end, well I am that
Will bring, apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact
You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map

Fuckin with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in braille, for vision impaired
You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party

Rest In Peace, Bad News Brown

Yo..
Is it ill, do it need to be fixed?
(That shit is real Dunn; and stop talkin like your skills don't kill)
Nah it's just that sometimes I feel like that
I can write more fouler than the last


Yo that shit is cash trust me Dunn; I'll never lead you astray
Take my word niggaz wanna hear how you think
It be that shit that you wouldn't expect to win
that stay playin in they decks over and again
Speak your thoughts, put your all in it
Whatever's in your mind, spit it
Place your anger on the page, release tension on the tape
A stress verse, seem to be what they most thirst
Makes fake niggaz disperse, they never challenge what works


Balancin the weakness, is what I specialize in
Dunn you my nigga cause you keep me hype when I'm writin
Kept me on point in the night when it might go down
Keep me eyes wide in the daytime as well
Kept me focused on what's real and nuttin else
I find it healthy, to conversate with myself
I kick it with my delf (I kept you alive, all these years)
It's that inner voice you shoulda took head to and shit
Coulda been home instead of bleedin
Maybe next time you'll listen when it speaks


Yo Dunn, I got a story to tell
Remember last week's mission? I told you bring the gun
(Yeah I remember) Nah listen, without me you'd be a memory
I'm the one you could come to for guidance
Bring you home alive when you wildin
Kept you out of harm's way, told you when to spray
Told you when it's time to put it away
and when the cops came, you was safe


Without question, I stay aware Dunn I'm listenin
Everytime we speak it's real, I know your intention's
to make sure we both safe and livin, and breathin
You gets all respect from me Dunn, believe it


Yo we got kids to raise and bills to pay
Enemies to lay down when they stand in our way, it's only us
(What about the click?) Now if you die is they comin?
When you shot do they feel the bullet?
And when you broke can they fix it? Aight then, you keep writin
and let me do the thinkin, I brought us this far without mistaken

Rest In Peace, Bad News Brown

It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with P
I spent more nights illin, less nights chillin
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the deal is some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespectin' and the rest
Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet
On the steps, sittin' in the staircase bent
Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head
Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips, switch clothes after I spit
Place niggas back in they space, fuck is on your mind kid

off "The Realest" with Kool G. Rap



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"life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage" - Black Thought

Shit just makes me smile.

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What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
That snitch nigga - gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
Wonderin who snitched it got me losin lots of sleep
At night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops cause that shit ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
Damn - why the situation go down like dat?
It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
Butt 'til then maintain and keep your story the same
The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame
They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth
There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out, cause they ain't got no proof
To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy
Deliver - me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em
But still, but still, but still

...
"your money or your life, and I'm like 'what's the difference?'"

Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nigga
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger all y'all rap niggaz that excite me
Y'all niggaz is trash rap - wanna fight me?
You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all Little League niggaz is so bald they might be
spent too much time with wifey, come out to play
with the hard-headed, Infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights
My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap jesters
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now
move over bacon, time for som'in meatier
Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre
Fuckin penis, how dare you entertain the thought
that you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?
Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo
It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll
but it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

n*ggas in they face just for livin"