11/16/2023 0 Comments Best lyrics of all time rapIce Cube (Verse 1) : "Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggas Wit Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off You too boy if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off yo ass, that's how I'm going out For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Going off on a motherfucker like that With a gat, that's pointed at yo ass So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep you dancing With a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act the motherfucking fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking niggas out the box, daily Yo weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy, you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stomping But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton." I ain’t a devil and this ain’t the exorcist! Worse than a nightmare, you don’t have to sleep a wink, The pain’s a migraine every time ya think, Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: The r-a-k-i-m in your ear Then the beat is hysterical, That makes eric go get a ax and chops the wack, Soon the lyrical format is superior, Faces of death remain, Mc’s decaying, cuz they never stayed, The scene of a crime every night at the show, The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, It’s only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable, Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable, A horn if want the style I posses, I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, For those that envy a mc it can be, Hazardous to your health so be friendly, A matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch, Shake ’till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, If not, my soul’ll release! The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I’m glad you made it, Cuz your about to see a disasterous sight, A performance never again performed on a mic: Lyrics of fury!" Rakim (Verse 2) : "Terror in the styles, never error-files, Indeed I’m known-your exiled! For those that oppose to be level or next to this. Rakim : "Thinking of a master plan Cause ain’t nothing but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money spent So I dig deeper but still coming up with lint So I start my mission, leave my residence Thinking how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t nothing funny Stop smiling, be still, don’t nothing move but the money But now I learned to earn cause I’m righteous I feel great, so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I’ll stay alive So I walk up the street, whistling this Feeling out of place cause, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it’s still a wish Cause I don’t like to dream about getting paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made So now's a test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cause I’m paid in full."
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