BEST VERSE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD FROM A RAP SONG...

When I dip, you dip, we dip.

Cali Agents/Planet Asia
Pharoahe Monch

^enough said

100% fully agreee...yea ryan.

wow thanks guys this really blew up pretty big thanks again

Kanye West-Last Call

Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips

I think it funny but so orginal

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

Just the verse on paper doesnt do it justice, AZs flow is insane, to this day he still is by far the most underrated rapper in my book, he just got unlucky that nas dropped illmatic around the same time he dropped doe or die. if you like illmatic at all check out doe or die, its on par with illmatic in my eyes.

See I'ma mean nigga
Youse afraid nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its ice cube nigga
And lil jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Helt-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
Y'all help a nigga!


and the chorus is:

Mothafuck that nigga! [x4]
Mothafuck that bitch! [x4]

One night at a club, she was puttin in work
All you had to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin one at a time
Wasnt my bitch but she still was fine
So I went in the back room, seen the bitch
Slapped her on the head, said, you ready to switch?
And to the players out there
Instantly, blowjob betty started servin me
Cause the player I am to the day Im dead
I was sittin on the sink gettin some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
But then I shot that fatal nut
Must of knocked that bitch on her butt
She couldnt even breathe, she was holdin her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboy said $hort dont worry
But that next day I read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck, and chest
And were sorry to say theres no suspect
When I saw that my brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a bitch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by blowjob betty!


too short - blowjob betty

47 miller gang - if you blood throw it up

check the video its pritty sic

iiiinnn west philladelphia born and raised,
on the playground shootin hoops i spent most of my days
chillin out maxin relaxin all cool, and shootin some b-ball outside the school
when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin trouble in the neighborhood
i got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
she said "you're movin to your aunty and uncle's in bel-air"

"so tell me mutha fucka, how could you die for the thrown, when you dont even got no fuckin heart to die for your own"

it was a good day-ice cube

Just waking up in the morning gotta thank god
I dont know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didnt pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do
Thinking will I live, another twenty-fo
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and Im askin yall
Which court, are yall playin basketball?
Get me on the court and Im trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like m.j.
I cant believe, today was a good day

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didnt even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didnt even look in a niggaz direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to $hort dogs house, they was watchin yo! mtv raps
Whats the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and Im yellin domino
And now I am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody I know got killed in south central l.a.
Today was a good day

Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
Its ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The lakers beat the supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
Put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didnt hesitate, to call ice cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and Im coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didnt even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the goodyear blimp
And it read ice cubes a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didnt even have to use my a.k.
I got to say it was a good day.

Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?

who doesnt like role call
says nigga like 240 times

papoose
–noun
a North American Indian baby or young child.

haha umm thanks....

the game's verse in "Hate it or love it" g unit edition

hahaha

My two favorite cd's right there. It's amazing how underated AZ is.

we was already loyal to people's minds and mulianis
now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani
you can try to bomb me
analyze but can't define me
my mind's divine heavily entwined with Ghandi's
far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
cause my cerebral's are more of a higher plane
than the Hebrews
my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
overdosing wannabes posing
sending them through convulsions
to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow
your mind's boggled
but I'm as deep as Donald Goines novels
my whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner
and since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana
wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer
so where it all begins is here
destiny and me finally meet
so how can I be weak?
I'm rather unique


AZ- Rather Unique...shits baller

Big PUN duh
twinz, when the music cuts out, so fucking good the way he moves from word to word and verse to verse

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles'
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

from the new game cd "bitch get on your knees and give me head like its '94"
and from doggystyle "if kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, id always be broke,  id never have no motha fuckin indo to smoke"

R.A the rugged man

rue story
Call me Thorburn, John H., staff sergeant
Marksman, skill in killin', illin', I'm able and willin'
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin'
Sex, gambling and boozin', all this shit is amusin'
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Vic the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we 'bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is sprayin', it's heatin' up a hundred degrees
The enemies the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told, "Be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees
Nail the road, it broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearin' black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flyin', loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dyin', I feel dizzy, I'm losin' blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange
Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
'Cause in life, God take, God give

rock you in your face stab your brain with your nose bone,
you all alone in these streets cousin, every man for themselves in this land we be gunnin, and keep dem shook crews runnin like they supposed to, they come a around but they never come close to

Dont make me call your name out,
your crews feather weight, my gun shots will make you levitate

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan
To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
How can I show you how I feel inside
We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone
Cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome

- 2pac troublesome 96

or

It's sort of like the conclusion the color purple
Niggas is losing confusion with one time all pursuit moves in
Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
Cop verses the block shorties is too quick
Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung
Where niggas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue
It's like silent murder I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer
the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia.
The cognac plurger plus the trees,
but whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze,
and got enough gold to rock ice in all hype.
Used to be a general but just lost his stripe
Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers
Astoria walls with cypress, since I got a problem with the law-writers,
I kick some more items just to explore horizons,
the palm lady dreamt of this day so I'ma play,
the crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay
- Nas: Silent Murder

there are too many amazing verses between nas biggie pac and AZ its way too hard to pick one

in my younger days i used to sport a shag
when i went ot school i carried lunch in a bag
with an apple for my teacher cause i knew id get a kiss
alwys got mad when class was dismissed
but when it was in session i always had a question
etc.

im steady lightin up the hash man ridin in my jag you will need a gass mask man you snakes stop hidin in the grass soon or later im gon cut it and put blades in ya asss you homo niggas gettin aids in the ass while the homie here tryin to get paid in advance

By far the best I know:
MC Paul Barman- Salvation Barmy

I was walkin down the street, lookin at boobs, asses, faces

Went in the salvation army for some used glasses cases

Next to the doooorway

The cashier catch me, held up an old map of Norway

She flipped it over, and the message read 'You're gay'

I looked at her anxiously

Two lip rings looked like fangs to me

I said, "Hope my sperm will get under your thermal

Underwear, because you're cuter than Nermal"

She said, "Go get a haircut"

So I showed her my bare butt

Pulled down my car hearts put my moon in her star-charts

And to make stupid stupider, I stuffed the ring up my ass

Said, "Now my moon's Jupiter"

FUCKIN ASSHOLE



[guy's voice]

She has a boyfriend Fatty

He comes from Cincinnati

With 48 toes and a pickle on his nose

And this is the way the story goes



[Paul Barman]

Clickity clack, he's at the rack with the jackets

It's Black Italiano, lookin black cuz he's backlit

"Ay, what's up with these fuckin Chinese lookin street gang jackets?"

We started to slowdance

I said, "No chance for romance

If I have to wear condoms cuz they feel like snow pants"

But I couldn't stay calm, because she revealed a bra

Made of two yamakas, I said, "You're hella great!"

Let's celebrate!

We took the freight elevate-

Er to continue our back-and-forth shaggin sports

In the room with the davenports where men become cuckolds

She chuckled

I felt her knuckle above my belt buckle



[guy's voice]

One day when she was walking

She heard her boyfriend talking

To a little girl with a strawberry curl

And this is what he said to her



[Paul Barman]

My pissed off Jabrowski

Turned three colors like Christov Krislowski

And said, "A handjob's a man's job, your job's a blowjob"

That porn snob

That corn cob with a doorknob is a born slob ?????

Every penis wants to be famous

It's a good way to stay misogynistic and aimless

She said, "I'm glad you explained that

My name is Jane Pratt, before you jerk off on my head please pass me that rain hat"

So I did, you know

What can I say?

I'm a lonely male who will settle for any phony in a ponytail



[another guy's voice]

Come On

Bring your woman over here so I can show her a real Italian man

I got the best of both fuckin worlds here

Fuckin black man's dick, and an Italian man's brain

Hehehee, FUCKIN ASSHOLE

that verse is originally from the pharcyde - passin me by, it really makes me sad to see the number of people that are puttin like g unit and shit like that.

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

Biggie's verse in Notorious Thugs

these are some seriously weak verses. not clever or catchy at all >.<

thats just my opinion though


Slug

I write it for me, and if ya like it thats love
and if ya dont thats life, cuz life dont like Slug

When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds b*tch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

got everything by big tymers:

Six years ago, a friend of mine
Said its gon' rain before the sunshine,
Some gon' lead, some gon' follow,
Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow,
Now where you going ?, where you been ?
And whats your angle, and how you fit in,
So this time I made up my mind,
Fuck being broke, its time to shine,
Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone,
Baby boy on his way to make a song,
From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten
You are witnessing,
The rise of a young black entrepreneur,
Spread my wings, I'm about to soar,
two million, three million nigga I did it,
two billion, three billion nigga lets get it,

and

get your roll on by big tymers

Ooooohhhhh, what, what, what
Ooooohhhhh, yeah

[Verse 1 (Manny Fresh)]
I..fuck..these...hoes
Af-ter...our shows
Big dicks... we slang
Freak bitch... do ya thang (do yo thang)
Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets
Ro-lex... mo' sex
Television... head rest
Twenty inches... nothin less
Every-day..... iced..... out
Nigga play....lights out
M... period... Fresh, comma
Yo wife is my......baby mama
God.......damn mother-fucker
She's a...good dick sucker
What...the....fuck hold on
Everybody (Scribbles) get yo' roll on

[(Chorus) 4x]
Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin roll on
What

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Be-atrice...bitch please
You....know....who I.....be
Nothin else.....none other
The...number one...stunner
Nigga...I pimp hoes
Boss...toss...flip hoes
Show them....bitches no...love
Ridin 2G 'llac on......dubs
Ounces....quarters....halves...bricks
Nigga I done sold all that shit
soon as....my, tour stop
Bought five Bentley Azures...props
TV's must...buttons must....
CMB...platinum plus
What the.....fuck...hold on
(Scribbles)
Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Manny and Baby together)]
I...like...loud pipes
Big..rims....mo ice
V-twelves...or better
No...itch....strictly leather
Playstation....DVD's
Don't worry about yo bitch
She comin wit' me
Leavin stickers on the Bentley
To show the price
Arm out the windows
Just to floss my ice
Fresh....wait hold up
Thats that bitch....we fucked
Nigga.....what yo bank bout
Dog i've been....lost count
Pop that Crist'.. pop that Mo'
Slam that bitch.....punch that hoe
What the fuck....hold on
Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on

like tryin to take a piss in the wind - dont say nuthin, the roots

not a verse not the best but i like my signature

haha mc paul barman is so dope. and if anyone's ever heard the seven minute big L-Jay-Z freestyle, big L's verses are probably two of the best i've ever heard

hahah I wass thinking of making a sarcastic post with this song in it.

hahaha yeah i laughed when i read it. What thoughtful lyrical composition. Slap my cock between your eyes, now you're cock-eyed. Gotta love Babu.

lol 41 miller gang or we

Not me it could never happen to me
professor said whatchu wanna do sell drugs or get a degree?
looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teeth
and said "whatchu make in a year, i make it in a week!"

J5:

"Lifes not a bitch, life is a beautiful women. you only call her a bitch cuz she wont let you get that pussy"

words to live your day to day life by, eh.

let me hit it from the back girl
I wont catch a hernia
bust off on your couch
now you got seimens furniture.

tribe called quest.

IM A PLAYA MUTHA FUCKA AND I BET I NEVA CHANGE-by Tech N9ne...ha

i believe that was aesop rock sir.



quick one line- "like my joints on proactive and they just dont bump- "say" method man, 421 day after.

They say I'm like Bruce Willis...Unbreakable, Die Hard
Ture Sickness with this mic on the tripod
But I'm not Chow Yun Fat
Dig I'm still a pillar of stone
Flows enter your skulls
Mash on your whole malitia like I'm Hannibal
Imagine you the antelope, and I'm the king of the jungle
Animal instict...phenominal stamina
Just think about a man on the brink of insanity
And it's me!
You not a rapper, you a movie star checkin who we are
Be the coup d'état...molotov cocktail
Check and you'll get scarred and schooled regardless
I'm marvelous majestic...no retarded shit
All my power harnessin'
My spoken word like a voltron sword
And these palms pulse the arsenic
Every medely...deadly!
Come and spark with us


opio-heiroglyphics, powers that be

Pretty much anything from "obnoxious" by Immortal Technique

"We Pop" by RZA

All i can see is the back of my jersy blowing in the wind going back to jersey, off to brooklyn left your back in jersey i was doin a buck nintey like a throwback jersey, shame on ur nigga take it back to dirty runt game on the nigga ill be back in thirty seconds. got the worlds greatest record and that money im gonna spend it like your greatest record. This devition all the ladies respect it, disrespect it and ya hate it or check it. it aint hard to see how yall ignoring it still nigga till it look like it came out of a geroge forman grill and my team will be holden like forty mill I need a blood donner btich getto holder....

THE BEST SONG TO LISTEN TO BEFORE GOING SKIING

pretty much any aesop rock is off the graph grid.

Not the verse, but the entire fucking song. Its amazing.


I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed


Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three


They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head


I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back


Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Once you open the door
There ain't no closing it
You're a soldier at war
Living within the core of the storm
Just like the war on CNN
The war that these men send
Innocent victims who have sworn to defend them
I'm talking about the war for your soul
And the corperate goal of total control
Over every facet of life that you live
Thats the reason that we rap on the mike
To reach these kids and let them listen
So we stand up and fight to resist the system
Help their mind get equiped quicker cause the cycle just gets sicker