2006 RAP-PREVIEW
I know what y'all expected but this is something new,
The rap-ups is wrapped up, this here's the preview,
I ain't out of my mind, just ahead of my time.
And 06 is old news, I wrote it down in a rhyme.
Picture Jigga putting himself in the Nets starting five,
And every song on the soundtrack of NBA Live.
A mic booth in the gym, he's recording on his days off.
Album drops, gotta tour, retires right before the playoffs.
And MF DOOM wants the only combo he ain't do yet,
Called up Michael Jackson and tried to get a duet,
But Mike's in trouble again, for showin kids love,
Court dates kept him from finishing 'The Mask and The Glove'
When 50 Cent's new project is in need of a push,
He'll take it to the next level and start beefin' with Bush.
This time the battle won't have shit to do with rhyming
So he finds where bin Laden is hidin' and then he signs him.
It's a god damn shame about what happened to the Game,
Shouts out so many people he forgets his own name,
Like Mike Jones (Who?)
Mike Jones ain't hot no more, gettin' dissed by them chicks that was all on him before.
Mike Jones (Who?)
Mike Jones ain't hot no more, gettin' dissed by them chicks that was all on him before.
Mike Jones (Who?)
Mike Jones ain't hot no more, I heard you the first time n****, what you repeatin' yourself for?
Dave Chappelle does a skit with Demi Moore, in 9 months,
She has a black baby, Ashton Kutcher gets Punk'd.
Kanye still got the hottest album in America,
Then his career disappears because he started datin' Erykah,
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger,
But she be f***in' up ya' clothes n****.
That's another one down, now she got her eye on Luda,
2pac drops a triple cd called "Live From Cuba".
The Source goes back to being a 1 page flyer,
Fugees break up again, and Tribe reunited.
Lil Kim breaks out of jail during a prison riot,
Busta OD's on Rogaine, Fat Joe goes on a diet?
Don't mistake this for hatin', I'm just keepin' it real.
Who'd be surprised if "ohw wonk uoY" drops a line of sleepin' pills.
And while you rewind it, like "Oh snap, did he say that?"
Copywrite wins a fight in a handicapped Cage match.
Eminem reveals that he's a closet Republican,
Comes out of rehab and starts rappin' 'bout drugs again.
Good thing he got over his obsession with Kim,
Cause Hailie's learnin' how to rhyme, and soundin' better than him.
Then Pharrell gets tired of the spotlight and the fame,
And people actually remember the other Neptunes' name.
It goes on and on and on,
Till the break of break of dawn.
The death penalty gets replaced with Reggaeton.
The new king of the South sounds exactly like the rest of 'em,
Lil Jeezy, Young Bow Wow, Weezy Jefferson.
Akon, will do a song with everyone,
Doesn't matter who's on the mic,
Cause they all gonna sound alike,
But don't panic.
The East comes back with another classic,
Nas watered down his style and dropped Distilledmatic.
And I'll be happy cause you bastards stopped taking it backwards,
And opened up your eyes, and woke up from all your napping.
I gave you 06, maybe now that you know what happened,
Y'all can stop doing Rap-Ups, and finally get back to rapping.
This is "New Hip-Hop" in its prime, I ain't lying.
Told you last time in QthousaN5, this year is mine.
The way has been paved, the day has been saved.
With this gift to predict the future that I'll take to my grave,
And QN5 won't fade away.
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FEAR ft Tonedeff. Mr. Mecca, and Session
Now you may think I'm frontin'
but let me tell you, I aint' scared of nothin'
'Cause now a days you always gotta be prepared for somethin'
'Cause life is a game that we play, the chips fall where they may
But most times they dont land where you want 'em
There were days when I would have said I was afraid of heights
When I was younger, I couldn't go to sleep without the lights
But once I got over it, I really started noticin
We only fear a situation when we aint controllin' it
I would have seen more scary movies if somebody would have told the kid
That when you turn the TV off, the monsters go away
You know they say there's nothing to fear, but being afraid
And I'm afraid I never seen the difference being scared made
Besides opportunities to advance going to waste
I never ran so you aint gotta worry about me giving a chase
I dont give a fuck, if I'm cornered with a barrel to my face
And nigga's claimin' that they really aint afraid to catch a case
That's bullshit, 'cause a nigga that was bout it would have pulled it
And the fear in his eyes sayin he aint got no bullets
And once I realize that he aint got no bullets
Be afraid, I got one too dog and I aint scared to use it
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STOMP REMIX ft The Bad Seed, Session, Copywrite, Poison Pen, Archrival and Sean Price
This the shit they play when I'm about to, stomp the shit out ya
Bodyparts in garbage cans, Oscar The Grouch ya
I'm back with the outlaws, walkin like some simians
And in the end, the whole room lookin like some indians
Red dots everywhere, nothing you can say or do,
Play me like an Xbox, I'll leave you with a halo too
Put mileage on your S. Dots, I'm waiting nigga, make a move
You talkin slick? I guess not, you take his kicks, I'll take his jewels
Niggas fag scented when they rap about things,
I'll punch a nigga in his face, you tryin to cock back and swing
Tryin to slapbox? Stop that, we no practicing
I took my jacket off to fight, you puttin on vaseline?
My scruples is screwed up, aint no stoppin the fight
I aint know left from wrong, grew up without the option of right
Don't get stopped at the light, we'll set it off for no reason
The body count will send CSI into extra Seasons
STOMP!
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DESIGNATED HITLIST (FREEVERSE)
Niggas hear me spittin now
and think something done changed
But I'm kickin the same thing, just with the hustlers slang
After a show, you aint gonna see me jump in the Range
I'm hoppin the train, I can't afford a buck and some change
They 'bout to make it two bills? Shit you must be insane
Don't be fooled by the bling, I aint done payin for this chain
And I aint scared to let you know that, why I gotta impress you?
You a fag, rockin a WNBA throwback, so hold that
And dead your thoughts of shittin on us, before my record sold I had the baddest
chick in the club
And you aint gettin no love, your label won't give you a test press
I guess you can say that they be sittin on dubs
And Elemental mag gave my shit a two and a half
Asked me for sixteen bars, screw it, I'll do it and laugh
And while you doin the mag, you'll probably flip through the mag
Like why is dude gettin mad, shit the review didn't match
But you can catch me on a Tuesday with Adam and Matt
And every issue has a two page full color ad
Hey I guess they didnt like it, if i expect the world to get excited
I would have to be a psychic when I write it
So we skipped past the beef, and kept hiphop united
And walk around lookin for drunk groupie sluts to ride dick
And once she's through she's gonna have to suck the whole crew
Because she wanted to be on Obligatory Posse Cut2, BITCH!
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BARELL (FREEVERSE) ft. The Bad Seed
It's The Plague, niggas
know about us on the block
Yall can hold this shit down, I'm lettin loose at the top
Keep talkin that shit, You gettin' snuffed with a rock
I stay kickin' dirt, my timbs come scuffed in the box
Niggas always rap about the shit they do when they aint rappin'
But they always rappin', when the fuck that other shit happen
For the last ten years, yall been tryin to sound like Jay
Then that nigga dissappeared, so you soundin like a has been
You got the slang of a hustler, but aint slingin to customers
Frontin for your dame, you gettin slain right in front of her
Plague throw up your "p's", we them brooklyn cats you runnin' from
Pack and Seed, bastards on the track, aint nobody sonnin' them
Fifteen minutes or less when I'm writin these songs
Yall weak niggas get religeous, prayin I don't get on
Your raps used to be fat like Anna Nicole
Now you're just playin yourself, like a cameo Role
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2004 RAP UP
Why is PackFM the definition
of live
Why aint nobody touchin the Q in 2 thousand and 5
Why is VH1 playin more rap than B.E.T.
And why nobody gave Elite props for makin this beat
Why everything on TV be makin me sick
Why are people still lettin Michael Jackson babysit
And if Janet was surprised, why she dress up her titty
Why the black youth won’t vote unless they hear it from Diddy
And did we really expect them to turn out? Oh hell no
The election was the same night as the David Chapelle Show
Why Kobe still beefin with Shaq?
Both of them rich, both of them rap, matter of fact both of them wack
Why clef fuck with Jin’s career the way he did Canibus
Why Guerilla Black gettin more shine than Angelous
Why ain’t music as Important as the he say she say
Why people still sleep on Wordsworth and Jean Grae
Why underground Niggas aint got not taste
Why ___________ sellin more records than Ghostface
Why Trump got a job tellin people they fired
And why did Mase comeback last longer than Jay-Z’s retirement
Why ask why, I just wanna know how come
The Roc signed everybody, split up and ain’t drop their albums
Why nothin in the Passion of Christ seem to surprise me
Why I still eat McDonald’s after seeing Supersize Me
Now cocaine is a hell of a drug
But tell me why it took the lives or Rick James and ODB
Why Jessica Simpson’s ass lookin fatter than Britney’s
Why her little sister go and pull a Milli Vanilli
Why award shows with Suge Knight end up with good fights
And why do niggas know what gay star Lloyd Banks look like
Why everybody got a Sidekick, even the toy phones
And why is Ron Artest hittin harder than Roy Jones
They both droppin albums, tryin to get crunk
And why the hell are these celebrities still fallin for Punk’d
Why do rappers gang bang up in video games
Why it seems like every year is exactly the same
Aint nothin new, it’s all been said before
Now I know why Skillz aint wrap up 2 double oh 4
::Verse2::
I musta been outta my mind,
sittin wastin my time
Writin like this line is the line that’d gettin me signed
Rockin beats on cassette steady pressing rewind
Couldn’t finish rhymes, I cried when the batteries died
But fuck it
Just lock me in the booth and let me black out
Fuck a battle, I ain’t walk 8 miles since the black out
Got a hold on this rap shit, my album will make you tap-out
Each track is the equivalent to viles from the crackhouse
Spit raps from the streets, and boost my sales in the ‘burbs
The hood dont wanna hear it ‘cause it’s too many words
It’s like get nice or get paid, I’m weighing my priorities
On either side of the game I stay in the minority
Who want this more than me? I don’t rap just to rhyme
Fuck your top 4 MC’s I’m at least 3 of mine
Industry rule 4,079
This whole game was designed by the blind leadin the blind
::Chorus::
So quit tryin to say you’re
Down Down
Quit tryin to say you’re
Down
And get out
Ya’ll must have been blind
Or out of your mind
This year is mine
QThousaN’5
So quit tryin to say you’re
Down Down
Quit tryin to say you’re
Down
And get out
It’s no surprise
Ya’ll fallin for lies
Just wake the fuck up
And open your eyes
::Verse 3::
My cell phone bill’s
due, my 2way’s gone
P got styles on lock like a new Akon
Fuck a bitch, bust a nut bonus 2 acorns
Nigga retired last year, why’s there new jay songs?
My god this nigga’s floodin my IPod
Niggas tradin their throwbacks for button up Izods
Digi Cam and a tripod, reality show
Called “Why The Fuck These Lil Niggas Wanna Battle Me For?”
Head claim that they be diggin but they’d rather be told,
Who’s hot, so niggas lie about what they actually sold
It’s to the point I gotta laugh at who be packin these shows
The bookbags be in effect, but they lackin the hoes
The only cat lookin like me patted you down at the door
And the only requisite to being classic is old
I don’t know why I even bother puttin wax on the shelf
For the past 10 years all I hear is “Tried By Twelve”
Labels frontin so I put the shit out by myself
They want numbers, ‘fuck I’m supposed to do? Go buy myself?
I spent about a grand for promo, record got played once
My spine hurts from leaning back for the past 8 months
I scrub my timbs, wash the same coat I rocked last winter
Bart Simpson’s still 10 and the Knicks need a center
See the shit never change, I still hop the train
Broke as fuck, but I still rock my name on my chain
It’s simple and plain, I just wanna entertain
I wanna tour, but I aint got enough sick days
I got better things to do than just sit and complain
So I’m out, fuck ya couch!
Rest in peace Rick James
BITCH!
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ARROGANT ft. Substantial, Tonedeff and Rise (2002)
My Grasp
for rap is far beyond your arms reach
A bass-line in my veins, snare drum in my heart beat
Never start shit, tag my contracts with a sharpie
Get a car thief to hot wire cows if you wanna start beef
Trust me, you don't wanna be callin us out
We’ll do a diss record, press one copy and ship it to your house
You ingrate, my flow’s on tour, wanted in 10 states
Criminally insane, my brain cells got inmates
Don’t give a fuck if you like what I’m spittin or not
Hold ya piss in, like you got your dick in a knot
And let it out behind my back
Cuz once you see my face you’re all smiles
Givin me so many pounds I gain weight
It ain't safe, your small time rhymes cant offend me
You just wanna be big, like Shyne and Lil’ Penny
I went through many, hemminehumminefu
Damn, even when I’m mumbling, i’m nicer than you!
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SET IT UP ft. J.U.I.C.E (2004)
Verse
One:
You can try to work your way out of this noose if you can
Fuck it, I’ll make a call, change the executioners plan
Niggas never wanna battle, those that do take a chance
The frequency is low enough to make you poop in your pants
My album drop, in twenty minutes, I’ll recoup my advance
Shit’s so bright, that when I spit my front tooth gets a tan
The shit I say in brooklyn make ‘em raise the roof in Japan
I’ll break your hand and sign your cast, the things I do for a fan
Now spit every battle rap that you can if you want
We only tryin to move the crowd from the back to the front
And we ain't rappin’ for fun, so if you lackin the funds
Start yappin’ your gums until my fuckin’ capitol comes
Who’s smackin you up? (FM) You know those two letters
Who better? Got your whole crew fed up
Lookin’ for a new set up. New set of rules for you punks and weak bastards
Rhymes too hard for you to bite, Get your teeth shattered
Verse Two:
And we’re the best in the zone, fuck the rest of them clones
Beatin’ me is like vegetarians chokin on bones
And ain’t none of yall safe, let ‘em know that we’re home
My whole click get around like a rotary phone
Your imagine you the wrong mc when you rhyme
When I spit, I pretend I’m PackFM in his prime
How you got a head start and ain’t finish in time?
Ain’t nothin’ left to say bitch, you reached the end of the line
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SOUL SEARCHING ft. Dutchmassive (2002)
My first
memories of HipHop were pure, and I felt it (no homo)
Now those glory days are long gone, like the Celtics
Wax that’s coming out should be collected and melted
HipHop is like a porno flick, cuz everybody got a twelve inch
It’s impossible to sell shit, the game is saturated
With cats who made it and had their reputation fabricated
I’m from the school of hard knocks, peep my diploma, graduated
Paid my dues, here’s my receipt, peep where the funds were allocated
Too many times its been stated, that to make it you gotta sell out
When the window of opportunity opened, most people fell out
And landed in a pile of hypocrites that swore that once they got on
That they would start kickin some different shit
But what they never realized, is once you signed the contract in triplicate
The carbon copy was a creative death certificate
The point you’re missin is, the role you playing is significant
A label cant put bullshit out if you refuse to give it in
You complain about the music, but never really do shit
You’re part of the problem if you have no solution
Cats ain't foolin no one with their weak contributions
You can only blame yourself, we don’t need no excuses
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It aint
over til the fat lady sings, and Kelly Price went on a diet
Hell I'm here to move the crowd, like a cop squad in riot gear
When I appear, yall niggas better hide in fear, I pioneer sharp lyrics
Tongue in cheek, slice you from eye to ear
The sickest nigga with a healthy appetite
Niggas never wanna battle, when there's beef I have to fight
You's a sucka nigga, teethin, learn to write instead of bite
And if you cant, call me up, I'll show you how to say it right
It's The Plague, get it right, you don't want it with none of mine
You're a homo, with a capitol fag and a bitch underline
Believe it, yall niggas is vegans beefin
I roll with popular hethans with no problem stoppin your breathin
Tying up ya pops, while your mom gives us top and we’re leavin
Even cops are retreatin from the constant calls they recieving
Carry a jack hammer, break ya block into pieces
While you rappin about your thesis and your telekenisis
I keep it grungy, backpackers and thugs love me
I been gully before Timbaland was callin Bubba ugly
it’s a plain fact, The Plague’s back, pushin your brain back
We get up in your face like you were sittin under a train map
The name’s Pack, I know you wonder who sent him
‘Bout to catch some new victims, coppin jewels while you rent them
I’m Plague, you flu symptoms, yo this is too easy
I’d write some raps for you too, but you wont know what to do with them
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