Random Rap Verses

BUSTA RHYMES - LIGHT YOUR ASS ON FIRE Hah, I know you starving for this shit Baby I'm feeling your hunger I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed What he initially said because a nigga dead But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit

I'm hearin voices in my head, think I'm schitzophrenic I swear they sayin let's get it from another planet Thirty-six a thousand times, I'm doin somersaults Do it right and you can leave your whole summer off I'm out my mind, yeah a nigga's seein double y'all Tell me what's the chance of Jizzle fuckin both of y'all? She said long as we could do it with your ice on If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisha sweets In my black and orange Charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms

From unconciousness, to conciousness By knowledging his wisdom his response is this A understanding, which is the best part He picked the third planet where new forms of life would start He pursued show and prove every move in order Back to the source he let off his resources in the water Climb his climax, where the climate is at, high degrees See he start to breathe deep in the darkest seas And the plan is, to lay in the clays to form land And expand, usin the same clays to born man In his own image our origin begins in the East Culture rise to breed, with the powers of peace Deal in equality nature's policy is to be God Build or destroy positively born life like Allah And each one was given everlasting perfection If each one keep living in the same direction And life was life, and love was love We went according by the laws of the world above They showed us physically, we could reach infinity But mentally, through the century we lost our identity Life start and ending, we got trife and started sinning Lost touch with the beginning now ciphers stop spinnin And what was once easy became confused and hard Which brings us back, to the mystic question, who is God? Sixty-six trillion years since his face was shown When the seventh angel appears, the mystery will be known Check Revelations and Genesis, St. Luke and John It even tells us we are Gods in the Holy Qu'ran Wisdom Strength and Beauty, one of the meanings of God G.O.D. you and me ?Gomars O Dubar? Knowledge Wisdom Understanding Sun Moon and Star Man Woman and Child, and so is Allah

They told me life is what you make it So what you been creating on your free time? I'll lend you bars if you need rhyme, or reason Some people change, it's a part of life, like seasons Just be aware that everybody ain't your friend They'll be gone with the wind once your jump shot don't go in or your ACL torn and you a couple yards short from a Super Bowl Championship and it was down 4 Gotta play the field, be willing to ride, willing to dive for what you desire, call your pop fly but never collide with other players that play the game Don't be eager to run with crowds, stay in your lane Pass the knowledge onto your team, but carry the flame cause it's yours and yours alone to brighten your way Put God first and free your soul cause even Olympic runners sometimes lose their gold, so

I'm the magnificent with the sensational style My wedding with the streets got the cake with no vows I'm arrogant as fuck, who cares? You suck Rappers talkin 'bout "We the best" done been to Paris too much Who hot? Who sick? Shit, I'm like a Theraflu slush Y'all ain't fly, y'all fallin slow with the parachute up, up I'm a face-slapper; niggaz sleepin on an outfit Call us Taylor Gang 'cept we Wake-n-Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island, find a greater Captain Hahaha, haha, victory laugh Even my photographer's happy, picture me mad I feel will, your bitch suck my dick I nutted on the floor and left her standin there cryin over spilled milk..

[Lake] Hold up dun you buggin cuz, all of the sudden Now you acting like these niggas don't owe me nothin You frontin, no you changed nigga, you ain't the same nigga At all, what up Blitz, huh? You afraid nigga? My word I hate niggas, like you Who do a bid then come home and go back to school Thats weak, I'm gon' hustle to eat 'til I die I don't give a fuck about writing no rhymes Cuz I grind for mines, got a bubble Benz from it Ya'll thug niggas thats trying to rap aint got nothin You playin yourself trying jump on the stage With ya young ass gear, damn near twenty eight Just face it, its too late you missed ya shot So forget about Blitz turn back to poppin Come hit the block and puts it down Thats word to Spank I ain't feelin you right now [Blitz] Fuck you nigga, I'm writing rhymes [Lake] I'm choppin dimes [Blitz] Shit, I'm layin low [Lake] I'm tryin shine, nigga fuck rap [Blitz] Nah, nigga fuck crime [Lake] I know I ain't wrong [Blitz] Nigga, you know you ain't right [Blitz] I'm writing rhymes [Lake] Nigga, I'm choppin dimes [Blitz] Shit, I'm layin low [Lake] I'm tryin shine, nigga fuck rap [Blitz] Nah, nigga fuck crime [Lake] I know I ain't wrong [Blitz] Shit, you know you ain't right [Blitz] My hand to Black Ed, the life of crime and slingin crack's dead For me, its either music or clap feds I see it in your eyes you ain't changed duke, you ain't learned shit Still flippin, runnin with young G's ready to burn clips [Lake] You fucking right, cuz I missed a lot I was nineteen when they knocked me pop And you expect me to not sling? Seeing all these bitch niggas frontin Knowin they ain't been threw it or did nothin [Blitz] I see your vision, but still can't understand how you livin As if you never took a journey from prison, open your eyes [Lake] They are, and for you I see nothin happened You rappin to yourself still walking from Queens Plaza [Blitz] (Lake) Yeah but I'm still me, nigga still G And while, you behind the wall I'll be still free You wilin' on these streets son (I don't care) I see you headed back up north (But you ain't headed no where)

Uhh chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim My marble floors are killin, gold cars are so relentless Five girls in the kitchen, they cookin somethin like chemists Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians God cover my soul, need it, can't let it go I know you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here workin for the throne I would take you along but then that college loan you'll owe Youn girls in cheap dresses, tryin to impress us Sayin they all different, but I don't show 'em no effort Underestimated that Dar 8, then I tested Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it I'm blessed it, crossed sign baptism West shit Shit on anybody with opin-ions, you dead wrong Go against a bull nigga head-on I'm too strong, eight arms tickin to a bomb Army stance, ready for war We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor Apologizin for my actions sometimes I get bored They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door

The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive If you don't organize your words right in your sentence Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? Things are done different, in my zip code Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs like charity You best to get your groove on, or get moved on Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on I collects ass and cash While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles The Bronx is the turf, South is the area Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy For real... uh!

We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin kick some dust up America's been always known for blaiming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people Lets peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me For the shit that you see on your tv That rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body

I'm slanging raps off my iPad, thinking back when high times was a dime bag. We was smoking good, though it was all bad. Now, I'm riding that burgundy with the tan rag. If you ain't heard of me, a nigga guessing that your internet services ain't working too good at ya'll pad. It's all good, I'll hand ya'll a late pass; bring you up to speed before it get to moving too fast. Back when I maneuvered that Jag, hard top coupe, I just knew I was cooler then these lil' dudes out doing it. I was just being patient, pimpin, perfecting my groovy. Sitting in the jacuzzi, on that blue-ray Scarface. Nigga, thinking about music while penning my newness...and my girl in the vanity mirror, wiping off MAC lip gloss, finna roll up a doobie. Sincerely yours, truly. They can't do nothing with me...They can't do nothing to me...yeah.

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (+The Five Heartbeats+) Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm? The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one- -you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three when I used to rock my Pumas Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get WICKED Heard the man who went before, got intimated You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure death I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth

Yo everything ain't love love, 'cause if it is My definition of love must differ his I mean every friendship has its differences But these Young Bucks remind me of Fif' and his They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-leges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny little nigga like Eddie Griffin is Between smokin and jokin then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give You 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years, FIFTEEN YEARS! And now when we say "what's up?", the shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes

I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last name was Ide's and the first name Old But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy We split apart and now I met this new trick Dany Now me and Dany, we been together ever since Our love combines to form a science, what is this I bust a cherry, took her virginity in ninety-one Now that she's open everybody want to tap somethin Go get your own don't make me have to fuckin clap somethin I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin So love you Dany more than livin itself Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health When I go pick her up they tell me put her back on the shelf They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two Actin like she forty, she said all I need is a man to support me Besides, you from the 41st side of things and Queensbridge niggaz be actin like they kings Pushin Lexus' wearin fat diamond rings My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational The 12th street crew move back when we come through

Once upon a time not long ago When people wore Adidas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good There lived a little boy who was misled By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash, Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash..." They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder Set some R & B over the track for 'Deep Cover' (187!) The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic He said "Yo, that presidential I got ta have it..." With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track But little did he know that his joints was wack The shiny A & R said "Great new hit G!" "Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me..." The kid got amped and he starts to figure "I'm-a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!" So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock' Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister Hooked up the track and in excitation He decided he'd head for the radio station But (But!) he was runnin' and he made a left Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo money, Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?" He ran upstairs up to the top floor Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (Who?) JANE the chickenhead radio host Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast He said "This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!" The chicken said "Thanks." and spanked it #1 He went outside, was gettin' props all over Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover Raced up the block doin' 83 Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D He winked his eye like his star status mattered They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter "You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..." His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said They told the kid "Back down, that playa shit is dead." Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on Wit' shades on found had him astounded an' Before long, the young man got surrounded Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory And that is the way I got ta end this story He was out chasin' cream and the American dream Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass Life is more than what your hands can grasp Good Night!

Can I live, who willin to give me applause? Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause I need a fine woman, cuz I ain't fuckin wit yours Can I live? I wanna take care of my fam All the haters can't bait us, they don't know who I am You gonna learn soon baby, when my heat'll expand When I slay suckers everytime, I foil the plan Can I live? Why not? I'm makin it hot Like the rubber gets when I start rockin the spot DAMN! She gotta have it in the parkin lot Better come get her cuz she's still in my knot Can I live? Get your hand out of my pockets I'm buck-nutty, tear your arms out of the sockets People wanna talk no matter how much I rock it Pull my dick out, run about for niggas who jock it

Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour Like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on Smoking havanas, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionare Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics Sitting on top of the world like the sun A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun

Try to O.K. Corral with Doc and Meth Tical Bar saloon fight, without weapons out (YEE-HAH!!) Strech marks, like belly on Kevin Liles One yard to score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Tryin to lock cash? Bitch better bounce Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down Pound to echo loud, bout seven miles Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt em down Uncut, rhymes won't even fit the vile Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth Wilder then winos on liquor droughts Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig em out Ginger watch, with the gun in Skipper mouth Love Da Ruckus, and love to dish it out Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin out Get your whole camp put on the missin file Pushin twelve out, bumpin digital