[intro:]
as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.
chorus:
all round and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the pa**ionate
clear sh**! all my n******g want my..
the hip pop is dying out!
..my rap poem.
[eminem:]
there's a certain mystique when i speak that you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't stand still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me enough for you to play me
it's co*kamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady
my noodle is co*k-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm numero uno, a**ume it
there's no more humor in it, no more you know
i'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a f*g to come and tear a near hole in my a**!
chorus:
[jay-z]
young hov got the game in a frenzy
twenty million sold all independently,
so when you mention me
make sure you got together your 'semblies
like, "he's the games j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at least she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct
i caught her under the christmas tree.
young hov ain't have no pops
thank god, man, i had the block
ya'll hear me though
you young f**s got the game all wrong
this is my life, man, this ain't no song!
you ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in that tight-a** room, pullin' the cars out
and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, k**ing yourself
you american pie, stop feeling yourself!
chorus:
[nas :]
i woke up early on my born day, i'm twenty years of blessing
the essence of adolescent leaves my body now i'm fresh in
my physical frame is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter through life some god-ly like thing created
got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
don't go against the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i used to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they wallets they j**els and rip they green cards
dipped to the projects flashin' my quick cash
and got my first piece of a** smokin' blunts with hash
now it's all about cash in abundance, n***az i used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- instead of sayin f** tomorrow
that buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
time is illmatic keep static like wool fabric
pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage!
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