16 BARS

About a girl in my hood, see most niggas call her hoe and diss her
Cause she’s slowly growin’ up to be like her older sister
She got a bad reputation so you don’t hold or kiss her
And after one conversation you prob’ly fold or twist her
It ain’t hard to tell that honey dumb
She 18 goin’ on 21, mama don’t know where she get her money from
Hoppin’ in and out of cars, stuffed in the backseat
Lookin’ to score big ‘cause she fuck all the athletes
Something like a princess gone wrong
Used to be a ballerina, now she performs to the “Thong Song”
What happened to your plans to enroll in college?
Now you’d rather slide down metal poles for dollars
Fingernails and your toes is polished
But your brain’s on freeze, in other words, frozen knowledge
All your plans and your goals demolished
You grew up on the South Side, why niggas know you a hoe in Hollis?...
I still remember how it all started in school, cuttin’ from class
Every boy you knew touchin’ your ass
I ain’t gonna lie, shorty, I used to laugh
How you was the main topic in Math
I seen her in the mall shopping, now I’m contemplating ‘bout stopping
‘Cause she could get me off, like Cochrane
Back then it was poppin’, spoiled, her daddy was pumpin’
He probably thought she’d grow up and get married or somethin’
But little did he know, his little princess was the city hoe
Pretty face, the type from the video
Damn, this bitch thick, she on that Lil’ Kim shit
See, her hair match the color of her lipstick
- Lloyd Banks, “Porno Star”

Listen, I’m a 5’8” nigga tryin’ to rape and kill it
Think about money every five-eighths a minute
That’s why these niggas want me D.O.A.
When I come through cockin’ gats they like, “He don’t play!”
And my niggas stackin’ chips like Frito Lay
Hey, who da fuck wanna run it today?
Why y’all faggot-ass niggas trying skirt for skirt
Tommy Gunz’ll rock-a-fella like I’m Dirt McGirt
Like to guzzle Hypnotiq, got a thirst for Smurf
Spittin’ tales in da hood in a purple hearse
I know some killaz that are so gorilla
Have you duckin’ and dodgin’ bullets like da Matrix motion picture
Dump you off the bridge, you can take the ocean wit’ ya
You ain’t on my level, dog, I’ll let some hoes come get ya
I know ya didn’t think City Boy was my style
It’s a pity, boy, my own city didn’t know I’m this wild
- Tom G, “Intro” (“Definition of Hungry”)

It’s the end of the way of life as we know it
This is the last straw, George Bush ‘bout to declare the last war
So tell everybody you love, you still love ‘em
And if you got kids, then take time to hug ‘em
I don’t really think that y’all know what niggas is facing
We are near the end of a twisted civilization
This isn’t a nation - cut all the money for education
And build more prisons as a replacement
How is it that they can build a war against terror and
In the ghetto we still losing the war against heroin?
Where are all the thorough men, the Martins, the Malcolms?
The ones that’ll lose they life to change the outcome?
- Saigon, “Kiss the Babies”

Me versus you? That’s like religion versus science
People believe in you, fool, but I prove that I’m more reliant
More defiant, kid, you letting down your pride
So dawg, before you get unplugged like an appliance
‘Cause like strong and orange, that cat be barely rhyming
and I ain’t never lying, who y’all think is the illest?
You could hide bombs under my sheets and I still wouldn’t feel it
Me, I’m more like acrylic, gotta go past my surface
Your rhymin’ is like Sam Bowie rookie cards, ‘cause they worthless
My verses have you in the “ER” like surgeons
You couldn’t give yourself props if you was rapping in third person
I spit like a computer program, muthafucker, I’m Word Perfect
Keep talking and act like Cain and get murdered
I make any fool Microsoft Works, Versions, stop working
I’m not certain that you even deserve to see the Earth spin
So I might fuck up your whole life, like you Adam and I’m the serpent
Oh, yeah, and your girl is like CNN, she head me something new
- Elliot Taylor, niccahrean@hotmail.com

I ain’t gotta wait, see, I’m claiming my own throne
16 Bars so sick it’s polluting the OZONE
Hold chrome that spins, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout rims
See P, pull, pop and put one in your chin
Lauderdale is the city I’m in
They call me the voice, no choice, you gotta listen to him
DJs ain’t giving me spins unless I pay
This game is fucked up and gets worse every day
They say, he say, that he’s aiight
He say, she say, that his flow tight
She say they scared ‘cause he sound right
So they hate, it’s okay ‘cause he gon’ fight
I see the industry is shady when lights is on
But there can’t be any shade when the lights is gone
It’s dark around the way on the path I’m on
To put chalk around the game, cause Pluz has come
- Pluz Wun, pluzwun@hotmail.com (“Knock Squad’s Voice of the City”)

I was put here as a favor to y’all in all my glory
Left my spot reserved in heaven and traveled through purgatory
Tapped Satan on the shoulder and told him to move aside
And shortened up the distance persistin’ ‘tween you and i
I got angels on my shoulders and devils upon my feet
And these cats is diabetic, they thinking that shit is sweet
Hittin’ the concrete upon beats and armies have fallen
Y’all ain’t ever reach the phone, but I’m answering my calling
And now the operators engaging divine wonders
While I’m having conversations with Jesus your mind slumbers
Best stay within your corners while your deity speaks
Or else the words’ll trap your soul and you ain’t seein’ release
Remo’ll breath into beats while he’s making the words dance
While the spirits upon heaven and hell and the earth chant
‘Cause my words on the future hold a majority of force
And the day that I stop speaking’s a minority report
- Godamus Rhyme “Iron Will (remix)”
(iCON the Mic King’s “Intricate Spectrum EP”)

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