Classic lyrics or lines......
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My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized Holy Grail really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code, who do they call?
I do HTML for ‘em all
Even made a homepage for my dog
Yo, I got myself a fanny pack
They were havin’ a sale down at The Gap
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
Pop, pop, hope no one sees me
Gettin’ freaky
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized Holy Grail really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code, who do they call?
I do HTML for ‘em all
Even made a homepage for my dog
Yo, I got myself a fanny pack
They were havin’ a sale down at The Gap
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
Pop, pop, hope no one sees me
Gettin’ freaky
No one's as gifted or as vigorously meticulous with a writtern scripture/
Or spits with this infinite syllablism that I've been equipped with/
Should I quit with the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich/
Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that get this/
Even when I'm simplistic, I can be unbelievably cryptic/
The rhythm endures the physical force to split a tree with a discuss/
With the ease of a flicked wrist, your soul can be seized from a distance/
In an instant - by this Plague affiliate that's seething with sickness/
I seem to get listless with these kids when I see what they dismiss/
Cause anything missing a punchline'll get eased outta business/
Like delivery's not important! Rhythm and rhyme schemes are ignored it's horrid/
Son, if you can't flow - then become a comedian a ghost writer or poet/
If you ain't repping the artform then don't record it/
Heads are starving and fiending for an assortment of global proportions/
If you ain't feeding the scores of supporters, then you're hoarding/
And you're a whore that's killing your heritage like Lizzie Borden/
The dexterity I display scrambles your cells like you was a dizzy warden/
Committed to scoring more than a jiggy mormon/
With a diamond studded bible that bling-blings in the sunlight/
When I rhyme at full throttle, I'm titled "Supreme Being" when I come tight/
And these things are finally done right/
Like obscene scenes riding your slut wife/
Our extreme flings stifle your love life/
Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight/
And exceed speeds of fire in gunfights.
Heavyweight- Tonedeff
Or spits with this infinite syllablism that I've been equipped with/
Should I quit with the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich/
Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that get this/
Even when I'm simplistic, I can be unbelievably cryptic/
The rhythm endures the physical force to split a tree with a discuss/
With the ease of a flicked wrist, your soul can be seized from a distance/
In an instant - by this Plague affiliate that's seething with sickness/
I seem to get listless with these kids when I see what they dismiss/
Cause anything missing a punchline'll get eased outta business/
Like delivery's not important! Rhythm and rhyme schemes are ignored it's horrid/
Son, if you can't flow - then become a comedian a ghost writer or poet/
If you ain't repping the artform then don't record it/
Heads are starving and fiending for an assortment of global proportions/
If you ain't feeding the scores of supporters, then you're hoarding/
And you're a whore that's killing your heritage like Lizzie Borden/
The dexterity I display scrambles your cells like you was a dizzy warden/
Committed to scoring more than a jiggy mormon/
With a diamond studded bible that bling-blings in the sunlight/
When I rhyme at full throttle, I'm titled "Supreme Being" when I come tight/
And these things are finally done right/
Like obscene scenes riding your slut wife/
Our extreme flings stifle your love life/
Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight/
And exceed speeds of fire in gunfights.
Heavyweight- Tonedeff
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back-Big Pun
She beat me over the head with the remote control
opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?!?"
[M] "Oh my God, I'm sorry son"
[E] "Shut up you cunt!" I said, "Fuck it!"
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck-Eminem
We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly
Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day-Makaveli
Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been readin your Psalms and chapters
Payin your tithe, bein good Catholics-Jay-Z
Holidays come and go kinda quick in the pen
I got a call from my sister, it's my birthday again
I barely noticed, deuce-five to life for murder
On Thanksgiving they fed us potato tots and hamburgers-X-raided
A couple of years later
I'm creeping with this chicklet
Little thick chick
Hit it raw
And gave her triplets
I need to learn to hold my liquid-Tech N9ne
Cuz he ain't worth jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back-Big Pun
She beat me over the head with the remote control
opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?!?"
[M] "Oh my God, I'm sorry son"
[E] "Shut up you cunt!" I said, "Fuck it!"
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck-Eminem
We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly
Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day-Makaveli
Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been readin your Psalms and chapters
Payin your tithe, bein good Catholics-Jay-Z
Holidays come and go kinda quick in the pen
I got a call from my sister, it's my birthday again
I barely noticed, deuce-five to life for murder
On Thanksgiving they fed us potato tots and hamburgers-X-raided
A couple of years later
I'm creeping with this chicklet
Little thick chick
Hit it raw
And gave her triplets
I need to learn to hold my liquid-Tech N9ne
waited for the door to open
shot the first trick I saw
then shot the other fool
I ain't thinkin bout no law
jumped into the truck
put the pedal to the metal then
fired up a square man doing about 110
lookin in my rear view
5 0 everywhere
messin up my plans with them helicoptors in the air
headed for the airport
wait I see a roadblock
hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop
crashed through the road block
they ain't gonna get me yet
j smooth waitin at the airport in a private jet
jumped out of the truck fast
pigs right behind my ass
runnin tryin to shoot my 9
holdin bags full of cash
jumped on the jet
now we set to hit the runway
took to the air
yeah I got away scott free
fired up a mac j
pigs didn't catch me
counting all my money from a strong armed robbery
= 8ball & MJG - Comin Out Hard - Armed Robbery
shot the first trick I saw
then shot the other fool
I ain't thinkin bout no law
jumped into the truck
put the pedal to the metal then
fired up a square man doing about 110
lookin in my rear view
5 0 everywhere
messin up my plans with them helicoptors in the air
headed for the airport
wait I see a roadblock
hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop
crashed through the road block
they ain't gonna get me yet
j smooth waitin at the airport in a private jet
jumped out of the truck fast
pigs right behind my ass
runnin tryin to shoot my 9
holdin bags full of cash
jumped on the jet
now we set to hit the runway
took to the air
yeah I got away scott free
fired up a mac j
pigs didn't catch me
counting all my money from a strong armed robbery
= 8ball & MJG - Comin Out Hard - Armed Robbery