(Beep, beep!)
(Beep, beep!)
"Hello?"
"Mira, Eddie...!"
"Hey..."
"Que es lo que hay, ******?"
"Tego, ******, que haces papi?"
"Pues papi, recordandote pa', que-que estoy cerrando ya el disco a ver cuando-cuando vamos hacer lo de nosotros."
"Pues, cuando tu quieres pa'! Que es lo que vamos hacer?"
"Bueno, tu sabes lo que la gente esta esperando, ******..."
"Acho si, lo que quieren es guerra."
"Pues ta' bien, pues vamos hacerlo, ya tu sabes..."
"Pues, vamo'a a destrozarlos de nuevo, que se joda."
"Pues de nuevo, asesinarlos de nuevo."
"Dale."
"Ta' bien, pues chekiamos."
Un pal de puercos quieren lucrarse con lo mio
Pero no sirven, por eso es que su mundo es frio
Se buscaron que yo los azote
Y les voy a romper el culo tan ****** que van a tener que ponerse un Cotex
Disfruto dejar una compañia en luto
Y sus cantantes se pusieron brutos
Mi lirica los deja en shock
Y aunque yo no tengo Glock
Los pongo a brincar como Tony Hawk
Y a mi sin cojones
Di de mi lo que tu quieras
No me quita el sueño ni tu ni tu ronquera
Tu letras es chipi
Tu flow mas viejo que un hippie
Eso pasa por estar mezclando cables con el cripi
El otro esta chotiando a to' Puerto Rico
Y hasta en un video sale dandole a traicion a un tipo
Por mi puedes frontiar todo lo que puedas
Porque, pai, hasta Superman lo vi en silla de rueda
Lo que te falta, vez, es una vagina
Pues ya tienes el pelo largo y mas tetas que Taina
La victoria no anticipen
Pues se dieron con la pareja mas grande desde Michael Jordan y Scottie Pippen
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
No me ha hecho falta la tieraera pa' pegarme
Pero, si tiraron, ahora tienen que escucharme
Baja del viaje
No hay mas capitulo en tu personaje
Y tu Mercedes ha borra'o tres veces ya millaje
Soy quien quiero ser
No tengo na' que perder
Tengo lo que hay que tener
Y no se va a poder
Jueguen, cena conmigo
Zumbenmen unos tiros y dejenmen vivo
Y van a cagarse los calzoncillos
La humildad no sirve con estos lechones
Se confunden
Son morones
Y bocones con cojones
No pueden
Pero que quieren
Si no tienen
'tan en la misma mierda desde DJ Eric
Yo no fronteo con lo de otro alicoco
(Jaja!)
Con estos dos se apuntaron
Otros por poco
Tu veterania yo la aplasto mi peor dia
Sin anomalia
Porfia si no confia
Trata cada cual con el defecto que tengan
Enseña
Tu lirica pa' mi son leña
Asi que de que crees que 'tamos hablando aqui
Masacraron mil MC, pero no a mi
Mucho pa' ti
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Tiren to' lo que tengan
Muerdansen las bembas
No pretendan
Tu casa con tu trabalengua
Yo cogo las cosas dependiendo de quien venga
No de los puercos del Jenga-Jenga
Oyeme,
De Jenga-Jenga hubieran hecho yengue-yengue
O unas audiciones pa' los Fat Boys del Merengue
Metiendo guasa con lo de los Grammys Latino
El nombre de ustedes no los mencionaron ni en el camerino
Y seguimos en peligro de extincion'a
(Porque cantantes como nosotros no hay en la zona!)
El que se mete con el Eddie o con Calderon'a
(Termina haciendose el cambio de **o como Verona!)
Los ******es son mas puercos que la Marina
Hablan mierda uno del otro, y hasta de Pina
Yo no guerreo pa' esta, mi disquera
Es mas, sea la madre de la tieraera
Y hablando claro, Tego, yo no iba a guerriar con esas gordas
Pero tu sabes que el que calla otorga
Y ellos si que soñan, no siempre con la misma lata
Pero el tiro la salió por la culata
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Pimp Da One U Love (Charli Baltimore)
featuring Eightball Rodney Ellis
[Charli Intro]
Yo yo
Charli Baltimore
Suave House what (pimp da one you love)
Yo Untertainment yeah
From N.Y. to GA
Yeah yeah
This for all my ladies yo
All my ladies that are pimps
Right cause we can be pimps ladies we can be pimps
Yo
[Charli]
From the intro nigga had me hooked like indoe
Shoulda kept my shit tight like homes with no windows
But women knows
Ballers, be sayin' that right shit
On some layin' that pipe-shit
But me, got right quick
Open, still kept my feelings tight-lipped
Trippin', all game was slippin'
Off the hyped bit, always been the tight bitch
Keep these cats in line, pay that rent on time
And we'll talk about extra keys to my spot
When it's extra V's in my lot, extra G's in my knots
So how I managed to get damaged on 'chill with one nigga' shit
I was to break me off with some more figures bitch
I don't know, just caught me at the right moment
Vulnerable, nigga jumped up on it
With mind games, took me out of my frame
I ain't even want his payback, my homey Tony Drapper
He pimped for the guts and I was givin' 'em up
Can't tell me I can't have any player I want
And I burnt myself out tryin' to turn his**out
All he wanted was a fling and no strings
Slayin' me, on some less weighin' fee
One-half of his shit
But when it blew up, I said ** this rappin' shit
Been sheisty all my life, and it came back
It happens when your minds attached to your perfect match
[Eightball] (Rodney)
Charli Baltimore put it in they face (pimpin' ain't easy)
Let 'em know that pimpin' ain't easy
Pimp ladies and pimp fellas (pimpin' ain't easy)
Gotta get the dough, no time for the jealous
Charli Baltimore put it in they face (pimpin' ain't easy)
Let 'em know baby, pimpin' ain't easy
Pimp ladies and pimp fellas (pimpin' ain't easy)
Gotta get the dough, yeah
Pimp da one you love
[Charli]
Yo, so what now?, after all this time has past
Just to find out, all along, it was just a gas
I asked my best friend, my dog for advice that got me
And I was twisted, haters got me
Yeah, no doubt, it's a nigga and shit
He was trippin' off the way I was OP off the trick
He said, "Yo, you can scoop any nigga you wish"
Just seperate the dick from your mind and shit
Make that punk recognize how your time was spent
How your time was lent, not how your mind was bent
Get yourself back from that cat
And rise above, only way to pimp
Is to pimp the one you love
Wise words, my dog got me trained right
Game tight, had to stay strong and to stay tight
Stay nights, with my doggie
Knew he had my back till the day I made eye contact
With my old boo, best friends, remember what I told you
Pimpin' ain't easy, gotta play sleazy
Went to his house, put it on him and bounced
**ed him with my eyes open, got him groppin'
Tables turned, nigga stressed, nigga guessed
He could play a player
But I got schooled and fooled him
Ladies let me tell you how you get it and win
First shit on him and then say forget it on him, yeah
[Charli - Outro]
You know what I'm sayin'?
All these niggas go around talkin' bout they pimps
Ladies' is pimps, knwhatImsayin''?
We know how to get to niggas minds
With the pussy and then get they minds yo
It's a mind thing, you know what I mean?
Niggas runnin' around on some bullshit
Ladies is takin' over
Gettin' these niggas **ed up, yo
I'm tellin' you
The only way a lady can become a pimp
Is to start with that nigga that is always under you, yo
Pimp dat nigga
Make that nigga work for your**
Yeah, yeah
This is the words of Charli Baltimore, 98 shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Untertainment, Suave Hourse
Tony Draper, T-Mix
Big Dru, and I'm out
Oh Ho No (Po' Pimpin)
Shane
I thought I told you before that these hos don't know that we know how they roll. And when they talk back we got to represent with the Po' Pimp smack. They'll wine and cry buts that's okay cuz all they goin to see is that bright blue sky, and all she goin to do is sigh. Its bros before hos so all you have to know is that you hos are just for show and no mo.
Got to represent all of my crew, cuz that's what you got to do so you can take care of them hos I thought you all knew. You know me and my boys be Po' Pimpin and always have them hos strippin up in my club, but not with them hos with all that chub. Even though all hos need love.
All those hos that look at me wrong I'll Po' Pimp smack, and when you look at my hand all you see is the back. I got so many hos I'm losin track and these hos got to realize them other dudes is wack. Can you handle that. Some hos try to mess up my game tryin to be the old ball and chain so I beat them back with my old PIMP cane so I can retain my fame. I will always be the same and as the king I have to maintain the damn thang and all them hos I have to bring shame.
Chorus: We always be Po' Pimpin and we always have them hos strippin but when the hos get out of line you go to make them shine with Po' Pimp Smack, cuz we represent like that.
Chorus: We always be Po' Pimpin and we always have them hos strippin but when the hos get of line you got to make them shine with the Po' Pimp smack, cue we represent like that.
Tony
All I want is a ho who will be my number 1 fan and when I do my thing they call me superman especially when I get then in back of my pimped out van. All I want you to know is that these are my hos, cuz I'm goin to do it everyday and that's how I roll I don't play cuz I Po' Pimp Smack a Ho. I disperse these hos across the 7 seas and you know that I got more hos than words I can spite lyrically, but when they bring that drama I make them disappear spontaneously right before there momma.
I think I got a booty call, oh whats that oh hell na I got these hos to run and that's 10 times more fun cuz not just on ho can handle theses big guns. They don't call me donkey for nothin I got what the girls be wantin, its like bang, bang, bang that's how I slang you know that's how I do the damn thang.
So when hos want to talk back as Shane said so I can represent with the Po' Pimp smack and when it comes push to shove I will still give you hos love but before I do you can't forget that glove. Hos always try to claim that I'm the babies daddy just cuz I had a little fun in the back seat of my caddy, but that ho aint right so I make her take flight. From then on that ho will always be out of sight.
Pudge
(talking)All these hos right herre want know how we do, well we will show theses hos how we do lyrically and with the back of my Po' Pimp smack. Lets show them hos how we do the damn thang
These hos got to know that we can't change all you hos got to realize that you are like a target at a shotin range. The fine hos that look like they come from heaven above and that's why I give them so much love.
I got hos on each side --- each side jump in my caddy and we ride --- we ride and which ho I goin to bring home I can't decide --- decide
I know have this ho hypnotized but the one thing she better realize that I am a Po' Pimp recognized and I'm about to make her part of my franchise. All the other dudes can't handle the size so if you try you might as well commit suicide. My boys and me got to represent that we will always Po' Pimp and when these chicken heads come around they better recognize that Po' Pimp smack cuz it will lay them in the ground. You better understand that
Chorus: We always be Po' Pimpin and we always have them hos strippin but when the hos get of line you got to make them shine with the Po' Pimp smack, cue we represent like that.
Skit: Tony: Oh ho no, you hos better understand how we do cuz that's how we represent. Don't make us Po' Pimp Smack a Ho, cuz you don't matter cuz we got hos in all different area codes.
Pudge: Dog that's foshizle. These hos better recognize who we be we don't play. Donkey what these hos be thinking when they talk back cuz all we goin to do is represent with the Po' Pimp smack.
Tony: That's Fo sho. (Smack Noise)
Follow Me Gangster (50 Cent)
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk**from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]
Poor Righteous Teachers (Poor Righteous Teachers)
[Culture Freedom]
Yo G
[Wise Intelligent]
Yo what's going on G I'm maintaining
[Culture Freedom]
Check it out We been rockin' all these Hype cuts right?
Ya know what I'm sayin' Butt ** Booty Bless Time to Say Peace.
But we ain't come up wit no theme song yet.
So do you have any rhymes in your third eye you feel like bustin' or discussing?
right about this time
[Wise Intelligent]
Exactly
[Culture Freedom]
Yo...Yo...
Let me hear some then
[Wise Intelligent]
Check...
Since Tone laid these funky new radical tracks
[Culture Freedom]
Yeah...
[Wise Intelligent]
I'ma have ta do somethin' about that
[Culture Freedom]
Word up
Verse 1
[Wise Intelligent]
As the mind gets hot the brain gets like a heater.
Wise Poor Righteous Teacher.
Truth I'm gonna teach ya
>From knowledge is born
My word is bond
>From dawn to dawn
[Culture Freedom echoes]
To dawn
[Wise Intelligent]
I could go on
To infinite states
The temple is great
I'm plantin' da bait
[Culture Freedom echoes]
da bait
[Wise Intelligent]
Awaitin' the snakes
[Culture Freedom echoes]
The snakes
[Wise Intelligent]
The physical eye
Detecting the wise
Beginning to rise
So take a look at the Gods!!
Built the blacks
All that attack
perceive the beats
but the Wise is all that
Tell me whats up
You wanna take my square
I'm like "Who, What, When, Where?"
We can do this n' get it done
Face to face
Pocket the pipe punk
Stop poppin' da base
Let the lord proceed
take heed ta whats right
As I feed the greed
Indeed...I bust the mic.
I'm blowin n' glowin
and growin' n' going for mine.
I slow wit da flow
n' show n' prove in da ryhme
Cuzz I'm the king I quote
??????? Wise Intelligent
G-O-D I'm god is short for spellin' it
Tamper wit god indeed I mentally beat cha'
Cuzz I am the wise
[Culture Freedom]
And you're who?!
[Wise Intelligent]
Poor Righteous Teachers
[Culture Freedom]
That sounds dope god But can you kick another funky verse for me one time?
[Wise Intelligent]
And you know that
[Culture Freedom]
Then do that
Verse 2
[Wise Intelligent]
Check as the Wise get going
The thoughts are flowin'
Alone the marvelous god
is mackin' da microphone
I'm wearin' out n' tearin' it up
The snakes are jealous
Yeah but so what
Gimme some room some physical space
The capital "G"
Wise god is in da place
Teachin' the poor
Cuzz I'm the chief speaker
Turn it around
GET DOWN POOR RIGHTEOUS TEACHER!!!
I'ma level above all the brothers that disrespect
If your name is on my list believe it's checked
The king I quote I believe has made his mark
PRT...
Poor Righteous Teacher sparks
Light of the insight show the third eye
Ya tamper with god conceived a dis you Die!
The mic's in my hand
I'm provin' I can
I'm running the snakes up outta Divineland
As I get wise I watch ya get weaker
Eyes on the prize
[Culture Freedom]
And you're who?!
[Wise Intelligent]
Poor Righteous Teachers
[Culture Freedom]
That sounded dope!...
[Wise Intelligent]
And you know that
[Culture Freedom]
But um,...I'm still thirstin' for another verse So could ya kick one to me right about nowwww.
Verse 3
[Wise Intelligent]
As long as the Sun exist within the solar
The king I quote????? is gonna go for
droppin' da jewels, stoppin' da snakes, rockin' the punks
[Culture Freedom]
thats doin' what
[Wise Intelligent]
thats poppin' the base.
Their message is soft.
They can't flow it.
They come to witness
stumble, fast forward it.
Rewind the tape let knowledge be born
Give the understandin' proceed to go on.
Like me" the G, the O, the D "
Servin Just-the I, the C, the E
Bond is my word
Stop n' observe
The Wise is god
Oh
You've already heard
Now is the thought that I Wise constructs
Heres your chance to dance
Do what I thought up
Musical fitness
Bear witness
Yeah, come on dis this
Manifestation of man
That knows he's man
Ya tamper with God you die!
Understand
My voice is a magnet catchin' your ear
Ya wanted to dance
[Culture Freedom echoes]
to dance
[Wise Intelligent]
But havin' to hear
the gift that I bestow upon the crowd
Letter for letter
Whatever, I kick loud
My brother he's Culture
He's a believer
Cuzz I'm no vulture
[Culture Freedom]
And you're who?!
[Wise Intelligent]
Poor Righteous Teachers
[Culture Freedom]
Word up!
[Wise Intelligent]
Ya like it like that C.F.?
[Culture Freedom]
Yeah, Yes I do I like it just like that.
[Wise Intelligent]
Exactly...We got Tony D laying the funky new radical tracks
We got IQ from Northside Productions cuzz...
[Wise and C-Free]
He's livin' like that
[Wise Intelligent]
Ya know what I'm sayin' and one must say peace to my wife and queen
Yo we in dis...Whoa Suuuckerrrrssss
[Culture Freedom]
I'd like to say peace to everybody around Divineland
[Wise Intelligent]
Exactly
[Culture Freedom]
Word
[Wise Intelligent]
Must give a shout out to ???Shabazz Allah
[Culture Freedom]
Word up...Peace to Shaheed
[Wise Intelligent]
Exactly...We end dis...Seeeeee Yaaaaaaa!!!!
[Culture Freedom adlibs till exit]
It's like that ta thattatathattahaht It's like that ta thahta thatta that ta that
Poor Righteous Teachers
5 Seconds (DJ Honda)
[Featuring Black Attack]
What? "I represent no question"
"Entire life's a record" Redman from Dat's My Word
Yo I get hooknotic (what?) I catch that prey on they victims
Big black I hi tech shit like radar systems
Unsecessfully they try to get rid of me
Shit on me you must be kdding me
Thinkin' I'm a let that float (never) so it's time I severly touch
this
track up
Back up cousin I'm about to twist this next sack up
For real tho' I bang like steel toed tims
Watch where you park at my man might steal your rims
We in the dark at all time of the night steady cheefin'
Rollin' with the illest of niggas so stop beefin'
Occassionly (what?) you might find me blazin'
The rawest of MC's to spice you like Cajaun
Flow straight nasty like stank vagina
And I keep my shit pumpin' from Chile to China
Rewind it one time let me kick one more rhyme
One more time roll one more dime
Hook:
We keep it tight right plus we keep it poppin'
On top of that we hip hoppin' and don't stoppin'
"I represent no question" "Entire life's a record"
I'm cross country like Sony triple like Tony
Get nasty like bologny, Ginuwine so ride the Pony
Uncomparable, noncompatable to your whole shit
You got it how can you tell to go get?
Cause lyrically I'll twist your shit back
Without no hesitation or the slightest bit of procrastination
I'll blast the nation on some Black Attack shit
What nigga don't try and stop me
You need to hit up your local record shop and cop this bit
I know you're sick of those nonsense cat's kickin' wack raps
Talkin' about traps it's time to face the facts
Perhaps you're trying to get doe like Suge Knight
All the real niggas represent your hood right
Hook
Yo we keep it on some hip hop don't stop
I pops the cherry
Added a new edition to my shit so you don't have to worry
Toss rhyme flurries
Hot to Def like Keith Murray
I'll bury your words and crush your thoughts in a hurry
Mutilate your mental have your whole style up
First A and B reach your card out then I pull your file out
Stay on top of my game
Moves be stratigic
Battlin' don't ** around I'll leave you paraplegic
I mean it I give props to those who climb poetically
Not those who take it personal when I'm speakin' hypothetically
I'm just reppin', flowin' steadily
Unforgetable like Natalie
Son switch up so incredibly
So my joints be the total oppostie of gun clappin'
Just blunts and rappin'
Beat box and finger snappin'
Who put the DAT in?
I let my nigga DJ Honda cut it up live
Spark up the lye
Hook
scratching
La The Darkman Freestyle (Tony Touch)
featuring La the Darkman
*send corrections directly to typist*
[La the Darkman]
Yeah Tone Touch Power Cypha MC's
*In Jamaican tone* Yeah ya mon know alot of dat cum from killen
I run da place take it from me (real gun talk)
The fortified nine millime
Yo Darkman King doin my thing the bee sting
Assassinate your whole team wit the vocal red beam
Sold yourself a dream I sharpen my script as an arrow
Professional and live, my style double-barrel
I Self Lord, Master natural disaster
Holy sling to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya
Blind eyes, poligimous got four wives
Inside my square, rappers get buried alive
We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin
Perfection, the gold mic touch dun, I'm blessin
Flames lit the flesh, shot at some of the best
When Dell played me at my rest, stabbed a kid in his chest
Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns
Niggas pull they pants down when I show the four pound
Verbally, fantastic, cocked my rhyme, blast it
Trapicante classic, gun talk gymnastic
The Bronx back to Brooklyn got my slang cold cookin
Pull up in my four-hundred, mad bitches be lookin
And I'm a rude boy, wit lyrics to seek and destroy
My gold tec gonna blast niggas from here to Quebec
Yo I'm Bronx-born, Brooklyn-raised
You niggas get more than grazed, when I blaze my gauge
It's not a arcade, dun my gun is real as AIDS
I'm Holyfield, rappers is Tyson these days, Darkman
Sauce Money Freestyle (Tony Touch)
featuring Sauce Money
"You're the best there is" (who the ** else could it be)
"You're the best there is"
[Sauce Money]
Uh don't get it twisted you know I'm just a fly nigga
Don't even wonder why nigga I'm a Bed Stuy nigga
Do or die nigga take a slug for my nigga
If I got to die inside I cry nigga
Sauce spit for the now and laters
Spit for the heavyweighters spit for ballers and playahaters
Spit for mutha**ers who rock gators
Spit for niggas on the come-up playin corners and elevators
Nuttin to lose, so what's to choose
Never discriminate, spit for niggers and Jews
If it's pennies to clock, spit for Guineas and Wops
Spit for hoes that's addicted to Henney and cocks
Spit for threesomes and little dicks who like to watch
Been spittin this way since the days of Koch
Spit for Jaguars, Ranges, eights and drops
Spit for uncles, nephews, moms and pops
Spit this biz for cats who need the brick wit wiz
Mistresses who don't know who dick this is
I spit for clicks who empty they clips for kicks
For motha**ers on the block screamin "That's that shit!"
Tony Touch, Sauce Mother**in just too much
Middle Finger U, ya heard?
Royce The 5 9 Freestyle (Tony Touch)
featuring Royce the 5 9
*send all corrections directly to typist*
[Royce]
Yo I'm runnin up on you
Whether you packin or not whether I'm packin or not
Wit the intent to flatten your knot
Shinin like ten diamonds I been rhymin
I write shit the paint guides it spit harder than ten hydrants
Firin on who try to take mine
This nigga here send you around and spin you around in the ground waist high
I'm too authentic, I'll end it soon as you walk in it
Who wanna holler, you'll get swallowed in a New York minute
If your record is gold, then stay on your goals
If you platinum listenin to me, stay on your toes
Yo they done it now, I'm over the edge
These niggas wanna stay underground, that's why the money's over their heads
Undoubtebly rowdy, I'm possibly the hottest since the Rakim odyssey
Got niggas sayin "How does he do it"
Aiyyo I gotta be, cuz ain't a nigga hotter than me
Go 'head lie to me, say you know somebody and I'll demolish you
Fed up, I got rhymes to make you shut up
Have you doubtin yourself, as to why you even have your head up
I shit on, every contender I pick on
Cuz whenever it's on I'm comin wit different levels to flip on
Don't, whether you like it or not, give off smoke in the cyphering spot
Cuz I'm liquid nitrogen hot
You ain't did nuttin I ain't done
If you ever said something dope I ain't said that
It's probably on the tip of my tongue
I've had it wit y'all, tryin to bring static and brawl
Either I'ma kill you, or you ain't make me mad at all
Phony-** clicks can suck dick
You know Royce 5'9'' spit only rough shit
when it comes to this Tony Touch shit
It's over, consider this laced
I'll probably be the first nigga to get a Hip-Hop Quotable on a mixtape
Yo Royce 5'9'', Detroit shine time what! Bad and Evil is comin soon
Capital City (The Simpsons)
(version sung as OFF enters Capital City:)
(lines by members of OFF are spoken, not sung; Tony's line "Hey,
good to see you" is also spoken.)
Homer: Well, kids, there it is! Capital City!
Marge: Look, the Cross-Town Bridge!
(begin vamp)
Bart: Wow!
Homer: Wow.
Tony Bennett: There's a swingin' town I know called... Capital
City.
Lisa: The Penny Loafer!
Tony: People stop and scream hello in... Capital City.
Homer: Kids, look! Street crime!
Tony: It's the kind of place that makes a bum feel like
a king.
Homer: Wow, that's service!
Tony: And it makes a king feel like some nutty, cuckoo,
super-king.
Marge: Look, it's Tony Bennett!
Tony: Hey, good to see you.
It's against the law to frown in... Capital City.
You'll caper like a stupid clown when you chance
to see...
Marge: Fourth Street and 'D'!
Tony: Fourth Street and 'D'! Yeah!
Once you get a whiff of it, you'll never want to
roam.
Homer: The Duff brewery!
Tony: Capital City, my home sweet, yeah!
Capital City, that happy-tal city,
It's Capital City,
my home sweet swingin' home!
All: Capital City! Yeah!
Closing credits version:
Tony Bennett: There's a swingin' town I know called... Capital City.
People stop and scream hello in... Capital City.
It's the kind of place that makes a bum feel like a king.
And it makes a king feel like some nutty, cuckoo,
super-king.
It's against the law to frown in... Capital City.
You'll caper like a stupid clown when you chance to see...
Fourth Street and 'D'! Yeah!
Once you get a whiff of it, you'll never want to roam,
From Capital City, my home sweet, swingin' home!
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