Classic lyrics or lines......
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im not controversial, im just speakin the facts,
put ur hands in the air, like u got the heat to ur back,
and shake ur body like a baby born addicted to crack,
and though lifes a gamble like the craps tables in vegas,
i freestyle my destiny its not written in pages
immortal technique - leavin the past
put ur hands in the air, like u got the heat to ur back,
and shake ur body like a baby born addicted to crack,
and though lifes a gamble like the craps tables in vegas,
i freestyle my destiny its not written in pages
immortal technique - leavin the past
My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten
Meet the twin Andre Ben welcome to the lion's den
Original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself but you go out and tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you beleving in
Faith is what you make it thats the hardest shit since MC Ren
Aliens can blend right on in with ya kin
Look again cuz I swear I spot one every now and then
It's happening again I wish I could tell ya when
Andre this is Andre yall just gone have to make amends.
Andre Benjamin - Aquemini
Meet the twin Andre Ben welcome to the lion's den
Original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself but you go out and tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you beleving in
Faith is what you make it thats the hardest shit since MC Ren
Aliens can blend right on in with ya kin
Look again cuz I swear I spot one every now and then
It's happening again I wish I could tell ya when
Andre this is Andre yall just gone have to make amends.
Andre Benjamin - Aquemini
i take a nigga out the game like lower back pain - me
its the damn sinner gettin paid like the majors/
i done brushed my waves and kaused the tsunami in asia - me
mayne.....! still rockin throwbacks/
skreens on a "golf kourse" tryin ta see where them "hos" at - me
i see mo hos than tiger woods at the brittish open - me
my dick gets mo rides than a hitchhiker - me
i bring mo heat than a bill kosby sweater - me
im not a sailor but im known to "POP-EYES" - me
check out my shit at the site on my sig...the quality might not be that good but the lyriks go hard......
its the damn sinner gettin paid like the majors/
i done brushed my waves and kaused the tsunami in asia - me
mayne.....! still rockin throwbacks/
skreens on a "golf kourse" tryin ta see where them "hos" at - me
i see mo hos than tiger woods at the brittish open - me
my dick gets mo rides than a hitchhiker - me
i bring mo heat than a bill kosby sweater - me
im not a sailor but im known to "POP-EYES" - me
check out my shit at the site on my sig...the quality might not be that good but the lyriks go hard......
It's the marksman, armed with bars that scar from yards in
Foul-mouth Latino, the Dark-skin Cartman
Startling frauds, Skin 'em for probable cause
Spit and I topple the gods, gimme applause, when my part starts to resolve
Hearts'll dissolve because my love's acidic
I'm urgin a bum to mimmick this
surgical tongue precision I'll burn him for fuckin with it
Your sternum gets punched in and it's crushed to ribbons
I snuff these timid thugs in denim
with tons of gimmicks of drugs & women, I'm done beginning
I hunt for limits and I snipe 'em
Hung Mother Nature, from the family tree
now Father time thinks I don't like him
Let's try some Isometric points of view
Why do decrepit boys like you lie and profess their flow's improved?
When I be rippin' it better than any of you can - regularly
So, why don't you just give up?
Cause most of y'all niggaz will never get better than me
I'm indedbted to these cats like QN5 that set examples
With original flows, over these digital lows and snare samples
There's ample proof, we're hard to take
It's evident when cats tremble in our presence
like epileptics doing the Harlem Shake
Your ART is fake, and it's troubling, yo
There's kids who think the underground just started with Company Flow
Now we're stuck with these shows
With 14-year olds and poser herbs
Claiming their emcees, dropping their fumbled attempts at spoken word
Who don't deserve the recognition, but they'll take it
Cause when you had the chance and you didn't say shit..you embraced it
It's a basic truth, The Plague's the crew
We're that anxious group of tasteless dudes
that come to your show and can't wait to boo
Cause you overdo it, you feel me yet?
Rocking a doorag with a headband and a cap that was fitted for Timmy's head
You silly bitches, it's time for the detox
Copycat rappers act like you got stock options at Xerox
You're shocked like you never planned to get caught?
Ignorant dick, don't know if Neptunes a planet or not
Faggots! You're hot under the collar
like catholic fathers with they hands on their cocks
Asking a kid if he's a fan of the rock
I demand that you watch me, dismantle your block
See, I can't ever stop because man never thought
That he would develop a gift that would give him
an understanding as he was taught
We've amassed the assault
leave your ashes dissolved from burning
QN5 Motherfucker, Tonedeff is the name - learn it!
------------------
Through the pages of tall tales and short stories
I was systematically given by Dewey my own category
As surely as it was written the chapters were satisfactory
I'm booking niggas that's claiming they've got a stack for me
My raps are purely worded with allegories inserted
Fuck with your hearing leaving one of your senses perverted
Make sure you heard it
Rarely averted my verbal array with slay the barely assertive
So get Judy to judge and spare me the verdict
No matter how you interpret the letters, regardless of translation
You're illiteracy shows like Babylonian aggravation
From lack of communication, sound barriers get broken
Whether written or spoken, I turn-styles without a token
Cause the way I coin a phrase will rapidly anoint the stage
or vocal session, in every direction, let me point the ways
By way of my index, I pretend like I'm in text
So, I stereotype 6 rappers, and interject 5 spaces to indent
Then I backspace to erase the last trace of niggas whose tracks waste
My time. You'll be last place to the line
due to the fast pace of my mind
And it takes more than a snake or a swine
To place me within a backbrace
cause I'm fat, ace, check the weight of my rhyme
You diggin the slap bass? Trying to figure just how this bitch's ass tastes
Was headed for third base, the minute the bitch delivered the gas face
Like Ants to acid, I burn slower than butter on a tepid gun
Yo, cause competition is none
[V2]
Now, you can bring it if you want it. But, be sure to keep the receipt
Cause when I freak to the beat, you're bound to get returned
I seek the heat and set to burn your tape, to let you learn your fate in advance
But that depends on if you tend to urinate in your pants
I place demands on small bladders and weak podiatrists
If there's a reason I get pissed, then 5 MCs can die-per-diss
And that's a quota. You stated that you know the amount
But you can strike it off the record, cause that shit don't count
I end quotes like double apostrophes, put commas in comas
Make you dash to the doc, while checking your semi-colon for melanoma
Revoke your diploma, low marks to question me
Bastardize the alphabet, and ask him which parent he sees
I use analogies and context clues on occasion
Find my name's in tune with Tonedeff, minus the hyphenation
See, my inclination's to slash forward and not return
Cause if I come back, I'ma light you up twice like burned urns
And pound ya. Cause what you make up is cakey
I'll leave you so flaky
you'll be trying to hit the escape key just to evade me
But you can't quit out to safety
So pay me with your pin-number to sway me away today
cause maybe an 80 will dissuade me
I've played the nice guy long enough, I'm charging late-fees
Can't fuck with the rhyme, so you're hiding behind the 9 just like the 8-key
I create divisions like space bars when you press me
I'm like a hooker with her period - Fucking with me gets messy
[V3]
Competition is none, and Tone said it with authority
Cause competition nowadays is a majority
Of undereducated niggas delivering horribly
Swearing they're more complex than their own inferiority
And right behind them, There's sure to be some whore at the local sorority
Who's wack, yet her shows are packed formidably
Now, baby got back, but she's a bore to me
Cause she's a front, like New York bottled water that lacks purity
My aura be tapped straight from the stream of consciousness
It's not often that I'm impressed, so I'm popping your confidence
At every given opp I get. All I'll need'll be a needle
Some custom instrumentals and just over 30 people
I'll surely hurt your ego if you go that route
I take the low road, but I don't bow to no man's clout
No need to be way-high to express ways to enact this
I planned the fastest path and ran McNally off the atlas
And this I'll practice, even when I be 95, I'll still be at this
Globally off-axis, hip-hop madness
Regardless how the demographics are stacked
Cause I'm the legend that never got on the map
-------------------------------------------
To quote Tech N9ne and Tonedeff at the same time "Case Closed!"
Foul-mouth Latino, the Dark-skin Cartman
Startling frauds, Skin 'em for probable cause
Spit and I topple the gods, gimme applause, when my part starts to resolve
Hearts'll dissolve because my love's acidic
I'm urgin a bum to mimmick this
surgical tongue precision I'll burn him for fuckin with it
Your sternum gets punched in and it's crushed to ribbons
I snuff these timid thugs in denim
with tons of gimmicks of drugs & women, I'm done beginning
I hunt for limits and I snipe 'em
Hung Mother Nature, from the family tree
now Father time thinks I don't like him
Let's try some Isometric points of view
Why do decrepit boys like you lie and profess their flow's improved?
When I be rippin' it better than any of you can - regularly
So, why don't you just give up?
Cause most of y'all niggaz will never get better than me
I'm indedbted to these cats like QN5 that set examples
With original flows, over these digital lows and snare samples
There's ample proof, we're hard to take
It's evident when cats tremble in our presence
like epileptics doing the Harlem Shake
Your ART is fake, and it's troubling, yo
There's kids who think the underground just started with Company Flow
Now we're stuck with these shows
With 14-year olds and poser herbs
Claiming their emcees, dropping their fumbled attempts at spoken word
Who don't deserve the recognition, but they'll take it
Cause when you had the chance and you didn't say shit..you embraced it
It's a basic truth, The Plague's the crew
We're that anxious group of tasteless dudes
that come to your show and can't wait to boo
Cause you overdo it, you feel me yet?
Rocking a doorag with a headband and a cap that was fitted for Timmy's head
You silly bitches, it's time for the detox
Copycat rappers act like you got stock options at Xerox
You're shocked like you never planned to get caught?
Ignorant dick, don't know if Neptunes a planet or not
Faggots! You're hot under the collar
like catholic fathers with they hands on their cocks
Asking a kid if he's a fan of the rock
I demand that you watch me, dismantle your block
See, I can't ever stop because man never thought
That he would develop a gift that would give him
an understanding as he was taught
We've amassed the assault
leave your ashes dissolved from burning
QN5 Motherfucker, Tonedeff is the name - learn it!
------------------
Through the pages of tall tales and short stories
I was systematically given by Dewey my own category
As surely as it was written the chapters were satisfactory
I'm booking niggas that's claiming they've got a stack for me
My raps are purely worded with allegories inserted
Fuck with your hearing leaving one of your senses perverted
Make sure you heard it
Rarely averted my verbal array with slay the barely assertive
So get Judy to judge and spare me the verdict
No matter how you interpret the letters, regardless of translation
You're illiteracy shows like Babylonian aggravation
From lack of communication, sound barriers get broken
Whether written or spoken, I turn-styles without a token
Cause the way I coin a phrase will rapidly anoint the stage
or vocal session, in every direction, let me point the ways
By way of my index, I pretend like I'm in text
So, I stereotype 6 rappers, and interject 5 spaces to indent
Then I backspace to erase the last trace of niggas whose tracks waste
My time. You'll be last place to the line
due to the fast pace of my mind
And it takes more than a snake or a swine
To place me within a backbrace
cause I'm fat, ace, check the weight of my rhyme
You diggin the slap bass? Trying to figure just how this bitch's ass tastes
Was headed for third base, the minute the bitch delivered the gas face
Like Ants to acid, I burn slower than butter on a tepid gun
Yo, cause competition is none
[V2]
Now, you can bring it if you want it. But, be sure to keep the receipt
Cause when I freak to the beat, you're bound to get returned
I seek the heat and set to burn your tape, to let you learn your fate in advance
But that depends on if you tend to urinate in your pants
I place demands on small bladders and weak podiatrists
If there's a reason I get pissed, then 5 MCs can die-per-diss
And that's a quota. You stated that you know the amount
But you can strike it off the record, cause that shit don't count
I end quotes like double apostrophes, put commas in comas
Make you dash to the doc, while checking your semi-colon for melanoma
Revoke your diploma, low marks to question me
Bastardize the alphabet, and ask him which parent he sees
I use analogies and context clues on occasion
Find my name's in tune with Tonedeff, minus the hyphenation
See, my inclination's to slash forward and not return
Cause if I come back, I'ma light you up twice like burned urns
And pound ya. Cause what you make up is cakey
I'll leave you so flaky
you'll be trying to hit the escape key just to evade me
But you can't quit out to safety
So pay me with your pin-number to sway me away today
cause maybe an 80 will dissuade me
I've played the nice guy long enough, I'm charging late-fees
Can't fuck with the rhyme, so you're hiding behind the 9 just like the 8-key
I create divisions like space bars when you press me
I'm like a hooker with her period - Fucking with me gets messy
[V3]
Competition is none, and Tone said it with authority
Cause competition nowadays is a majority
Of undereducated niggas delivering horribly
Swearing they're more complex than their own inferiority
And right behind them, There's sure to be some whore at the local sorority
Who's wack, yet her shows are packed formidably
Now, baby got back, but she's a bore to me
Cause she's a front, like New York bottled water that lacks purity
My aura be tapped straight from the stream of consciousness
It's not often that I'm impressed, so I'm popping your confidence
At every given opp I get. All I'll need'll be a needle
Some custom instrumentals and just over 30 people
I'll surely hurt your ego if you go that route
I take the low road, but I don't bow to no man's clout
No need to be way-high to express ways to enact this
I planned the fastest path and ran McNally off the atlas
And this I'll practice, even when I be 95, I'll still be at this
Globally off-axis, hip-hop madness
Regardless how the demographics are stacked
Cause I'm the legend that never got on the map
-------------------------------------------
To quote Tech N9ne and Tonedeff at the same time "Case Closed!"
"I got a pan.../ I got a plan.../ Imma fry this chicken in my hand" -Ms. Peaches
"Gimme the hot sauce, I don't want no ketchup/ Just a big, juicy jalapeno pepper!" -Ms. Peaches, again.
on some real shit though
"There could never be, a more wicked emcee/ cuz' AIDS infested child molesters aren't sicker than me" -Immortal Technique
"Gimme the hot sauce, I don't want no ketchup/ Just a big, juicy jalapeno pepper!" -Ms. Peaches, again.
on some real shit though
"There could never be, a more wicked emcee/ cuz' AIDS infested child molesters aren't sicker than me" -Immortal Technique
Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos...
--MF DOOM: Accordian
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos...
--MF DOOM: Accordian
Welcome to the show
Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow
Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb
What a fool; still you never met a cooler bum
Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot
Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot
A stranger who speaks to you vocal
Danger made the beat get a freak to do the bogle
No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took
Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook
Even had a secretary to take the calls
Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls
Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows
The bounty on this pro was mills and "double dollars"
Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars
Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars
She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse
And need a brother with soul to let her cat out
Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus
I'll make mince meat meat outta that beat, Mouse!
--DangerDOOM: Mince Meat
Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow
Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb
What a fool; still you never met a cooler bum
Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot
Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot
A stranger who speaks to you vocal
Danger made the beat get a freak to do the bogle
No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took
Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook
Even had a secretary to take the calls
Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls
Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows
The bounty on this pro was mills and "double dollars"
Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars
Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars
She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse
And need a brother with soul to let her cat out
Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus
I'll make mince meat meat outta that beat, Mouse!
--DangerDOOM: Mince Meat
What can I say that you don't already know
I stay dead fresh all the way to the floor
I ain't never ever been beaten before
You get a bullet hole in your soul fuckin' with Lo
I'm from Southwest whip a Jaguar S 1100
Crucifix on my chest
I could just stand still and shine like glass
I got a mansion sittin' on 10 acres of grass
I cannot stop
I will not quit
And nigga don't like it
Got to deal with it...
Cee-Lo: Bad Mutha
I stay dead fresh all the way to the floor
I ain't never ever been beaten before
You get a bullet hole in your soul fuckin' with Lo
I'm from Southwest whip a Jaguar S 1100
Crucifix on my chest
I could just stand still and shine like glass
I got a mansion sittin' on 10 acres of grass
I cannot stop
I will not quit
And nigga don't like it
Got to deal with it...
Cee-Lo: Bad Mutha