Off of Z Poorman's 2nd Studio Album "Where The Heart Is"

Z Poorman - "Last Leg" (Prod. Strtr Jckt Ent.)

Artist: Various

Song: The Anthem # 7

Album: Sway and King Tech Presents Wake Up Show Freestyles Vol. 7

{{{LYRICS}}}

[DJ Tech]
 Warning, Warning [echoes]
 The sounds your about to hear [echoes]
 Can be devastating to your ears [echoes]

[Dirty Birdy]
 Aiiyo Tech, bring that beat in [echoes]

[Chorus: Ahmed]
 When it comes time to bust, who do you trust
 W us, style don't touch so just wake up, wake up
 When it comes time to bust, who do you trust
 W us and its a must that you wake up, wake up

[Dirty Birdy]
The impractical Pterodactyl, human cold tablet capsule
For less than a capful of Advil
I'll snatch you right off It's axel leave you baffled
As you sit on gravel, then drag you through the whole English Channel
And effuse your flannel till your skeletal structure dismantle
With a Roman candle I start to revolution, unravel a king technique
Inadequate Sway to the left when I speak
What I secrete excrete your mental capital lasso your head and drag you
To the black tabernacle in kryptonite shackles
The wingered cannibal, two legged jackal, the killer mammal
Im every animal, pick what you think you can handle
Meet your girl I hump two times like a camel
Leave her smoking like ignited tobacco sprinkled with Tabasco
Flammable vaginal , birde is irrational, hurling cantaloupes at your folks
In the name of Black Spooks mishandle those savage magrrical… tracks
With no fragile flow, techtical spasm flow, enable to fathom flow
Put down the mic, im what your wanna grapple fo'

 [Sly Boogie]
Im Sly Boogie the promiscuous, polygamist, ridiculous
When I deliver this gift like Nicolas
Come and get with this and when I break you off a chip of this
It I'll be like cocchie with syphilis on the clitoris
Inconspicuous when I sylphis this explicit wickedness
Come sip a swig of this liquid I spitted riverless
I'm phina split some lips and rip some ligaments
And get the pistol grip and dip and hit a lick, with exquisiteness
Ghetto fabulous with extravagance with a batch of cannabis
I be passing like nasty flatulence
Like savages causing havoc amongst the planets inhabitance
It's on and crackling, you can add it up on your abacus
It's tragic damage like traffic accidents
And I got these hoes waiting by the phone like job applicants
I'm phina crack a fifth with a half a splif
With Sway & Tech I'm phina stack my chips and live immaculate

 [Planet Asia]
Everytime I draw down, I lay the law down, same as before
Flow hydro, God forbid they ever take away The Wake Up Show
Worldwide broadcasting, straight out smashing
On the watered down version of the hip hop masses
Exclusive, on the 1 & 2's nuthin but vinal, live & direct
Sway & Tech, DJ Revolution
Turn your system up; now let the system bump till it's over
At this point of time, there's not another radio station that's colder
My procedures round cats get call seizure
Clownin cats like Karmaleader, just controllin my breathin
I'm known as Planet As, reppin the Val, one of the best
I'll make you spit all your writtens until it's time for you to freestyle
Back to back battle raps, where cats gain respect back
I wreck raps, 24 bars of 'Celebrity Death Match'
Soon as my [???] played, enters your body off the page
Paranoia is usually the sign of the first age
??????????????] you's a first grader
I willies like Smith and pull chicks like Jada
In ya city with the natives, worldwide universal
Over millions tune, carillon multi-cultural civilians
Your now in tune to another dose of raw dogg blares
bangin out from coast to coast
Cali Agent number two, y'all maestros to crew
I strangle MC's until they face turn black and blue
The crackable, turn on the radio,
For most of the times I'm at The Wake Up Show, getting my spit on
Snatchin up your limelight, airwave invadin
Broadcastin, from The Wake Up Show it's Planet Asia

[Chorus x2: Ahmed]

[Ahmed]
Ahmed's countin
And when I get to ten, then im phina win
But, first work the body then two to the chin
that's what I do wit a pen (one)
I picked up after the phone rung um
He said "Its Tech I gotta track for you to wreck Ahmed
You betta come and run
And hurry to the spot
Cause I need you to heat it up and serve 'em till its hot
And the fans will say I cheated
Rushed to get my rap completed and got there about 3
Rumor has it that im tight as Ali
Press on if you don't believe it then you guessed wrong
Know why rappers don't wanna let me bless on...
They joints, I'll kill any track I guest on
Before the wake up, was rippin mics until they break up
Chewin up opponents, and spit em out and tell em "Shape Up!"
Straight on my way up, even when ??? come back
And Rev 'ill forget how to cut up before Ahmed come wack
You wanted 5, 6, 7 when the fake rhymes spin
Avenue is prime time like 8,9,10

 [Ras Kass]
It's the golden child of the west, don't know how to act though
Kicked off the 'Up In Smoke' Tour for scrappin wit staff? ?
As an embryo on the Wake Up Show
Handed rappers they ass on a silver platter
Illagrate matter and data
Vindictive, we do selectively cruel
The type of person to go to your album release party
grab the mic and boo you (boooo!)
Like who you? Forget who's who
Make a rapper durag do not want to
Nephew just a hollow man with the 'Sixth Sense'
Walkin around not even knownin that he don't exist
The cordial bi-linguistic, this twist be the hardest act to follow
To not even spit, I un-swallow
Golden State Warrior, Ras, X, Saafir, Gladiator's appear
Y'all queers with career's like Brittany Spears, so…
(Singing)"Oops you did it again, you give oral sex to various men"
Where Barbie at I cant be humpin on Ken (uuuhhhh)
You lose playa, steady takin a loss
I'm off the meat rack like well done with 8 1 sauce
When the period is dotted, its all ?? Technologics
Every word is part livin cell, part robotic
Be in the Matrix with jungle fever bangin Lara Croft from Tomb Raider
Download my program and ??

 [Crooked I]
Crooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animal
That'll dismantle your mandible with a manual
on how to make raps flammable
The King so hand him a crown
I'll push you off a buildin
and write a whole song before you land on the ground
By the time your bodies flatter
Your lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidney
pancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatter 
I'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streets
The Hollowman of Eastside Long Beach
Was made to smash and bang
You know what happen to the last rapper
we captured that was after cash and fame
Tech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insane
While Sway choked him out with his own platinum chain
Revolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frame
Karmaleader laughed as he grabbed his ass in pain
See, nuthin about these hoggs is cute
We got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suits
Stompin like got rock steel toes
Keep glocks with shots that dive at you
At top speed like jocks tryin to block field goals
Take the speech from a lyricist
And throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…
When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex Trabek
And I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a second
I step in with weapons
That's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestines
Me def just from flexin
Wait a second, who do you love?
Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio bugged 
Just in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Hoe, Bitch, Fuck (Backwards)
Aint a freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!

Black Spooks, Planet Asia, Ahmad, Ras Kass, & Crooked I - Sway & King Tech Presents "The Anthem #7"

Artist: Royce Da 5'9"

Song: On The Road

Album: M.I.C (Make It Count) Mixtape


{{{LYRICS}}}

[Interviewer]
Alright, what would you say is the best part about your career?

 [Royce: talking]
The best part about my career is probably being able to
do what I love doin all the time, which is, make music
The negative side of it
is probably just being away from my family so much
Cause I find it, like an MC like myself
One of the many ways I can make money, is to pack up
and just, take my show on the road, youknowwhatI'msayin?

[Verse 1]

Tired of the same old hustle
Same old niggaz sayin they is gon' touch you
Foes wanna act up when they with back up
So I pack up and go - yeah, yeah
Niggaz snitchin, niggaz hittin nigga's bitches
This shit here is gettin ridiculous
Me and Vicious in here flickin pictures
Niggaz gettin rich and sittin with them trick bitches
Now picture me locked up for life for
the nigga who controllin the drop in the price or
niggaz askin what I'm in they light for
like I ain't got an army behind me to fight for me
Niggaz money gettin glowed, niggaz gonna get 'bows
And they gonna get sold, on the road
Cause at home they denyin to feel me
Labels wishin that they signed with the real me
Cause now that I rhyme with the feeling
that I am on, is dyin to kill me
But I am a soldier, as I'm gettin older
I'm takin my show on the road

[Chorus]

You can find me, up in a quiet, town
like Ohio, tyin it down (on the road)
It's nothin, the pump on the block where you come from
Cop and re-up and whyle (on the road)
Like a show you, go and come back with, dough
That's how shit goes (on the road)
And it's nothin to cop or re-up where you come from
 It's how shit goes (on the road)

 [Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah
I'ma give it to you 'til you leakin
The problem with me is that I speak with the nine-millimeter
The problem with me is that I ain't equal
Prove it to you, pull you a line out of people
That movie you starrin in is rated R
because I am the sequel
But I'ma be triumphant at least speakin
Ridin through the Chi or the D or the D.C
Movin fifty pounds weekly
Lookin at the south region, thinkin about, am I greedy? (nah)
If I ain't, I don't eat inspired by Hennessy
Ridin in Tennessee (yeah)
Fuck around and meet me
Shuttin down everything from Uptown to up and down Beat Street
But I am a soldier, you know what I'm about
In the drop, I don't slow, when I go, on the road

[Chorus]

 [Royce: talking]
 Y'knowmsayin?
 Like I, I see hip-hop goin forward
 Y'know you got, people buyin into, basketball teams
 And, all types of crazy shit, y'knowmsayin?
 So, I see a lot of people
 being able to provide for they families
 A lot of, Black people who would otherwise be out of work, havin jobs
 I just see everything movin forward.. [echoes]

Royce da 5'9" - "On The Road"

Artist: Various

Song: That's Just My Life

Album: It Had 2 Happen Mixtape.. put out by Focus and Hosted by Sway & King Tech. 

Download the entire mixtape here on datpiff.com!! http://www.datpiff.com/Sway-Focus-It-had-2-happen-mixtape.1576.html



Focus, Big-O & Chino XL - "That's Just My Life"

Artist: Lil Snupe & Meek Mill

Song: Freestyle Pt. 3

!!R.I.P. Lil Snupe!!

View the official video here!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0Q5_HxjXAQ

Lil Snupe & Meek Mill - "Freestyle Pt. 3"

Artist: Immortal Technique 

Song: 3rd World

Album: 3rd World (Hosted by DJ Green Lantern)

{{{LYRICS}}}

Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern
 Third World mother fuckers!

[Immortal Technique]
 I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth
 right next to the slave castles where the water is cursed
 from where police brutality's not half as nice
 It makes the hood in America look like paradise
 compared to the AIDS-infested Caribbean slum
 African streets where the passport's an a American gun
 from where they massacre people and try to keep it quiet
 and spend the next 25 years tryin' to deny it
 I'm from where they cut your hands off if you make a fist
 and niggas grow coca cause the job market doesn't exist
 except slave labor modern day company store
 and peace keeper's don't ever ever ever come here no more
 from where the bombs that they used to drop on Vietnam
 Kill us children born deformed eight months before they born
 I'm from where they lost the true meaning of the Qur'an
 'cause heroin is not compatible with Islam
 And niggas know that, but grow that poppy seed anyway
 'cause that food drop parachute does not come everyday
 I'm from where people pray to the gods of their conquerors
 and practically every president's a money launderer
 From the only place democracy is acceptable
 Is if America candidate is electable
 And they might even have a black president, but he's useless
 'Cause he does not control the economy stupid!

[Chorus]
 Lock and load your gun, where I'm from: the Third World son
 Been to many places but I'm Third World-born
 Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son
 You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone
 The waters poisoned where I'm from son: the Third World son
 Seven hundred children die by the end 'this song
 Revolution'll come, where I'm from: the Third World son
 Constant occupation, leaves the Third World torn

[Immortal Technique]
 I'm from where the catholic church is some racist shit
 They helped Europe and America rape this bitch
 They pray to white Spaniard Jesus, who's face is this
 But never talk about the black Pope Gelasius
 I'm from where soviet weapons still decide elections
 Military is like the mafia: you pay for protection
 kinda like sex toys, is what the country sells
 And rich white businessmen make the best clientele
 I'm from where they too pussy to come film Survivor
 And they murder Coca-Cola union organizers
 I'm from where the justice system esta podrido
 Fuck government niggaz politic over perico
 Rebelde conocido, enterado vivo, como otro argentino desparecido
 cause Rico laws don't apply to the CIA
 and mother fuckers make sneakers for a quarter a day
 I'm from where they overthrow democratic leaders
 not for the people but for the Wall Street Journal readers
 from where blacks, indigenous peoples and Asians were once
 slaves of the Caucasians and it's amazing how they trained them
 to be racist against themselves in a place they were raised in
 and you kept us caged in
 destroyed our culture and said that you civilized us
 raped our woman and when we were born you despised us
 gentrified us, agent provocateurs divide us
 and crucified every revolutionary messiah
 so I'ma start a global riot
 that not even your fake
 anti-communist dictators can keep quiet
 fuck your charity medicine, try to murder me
 the immunizations you gave us were full of mercury
 so now I see the Third World like the rap game soldier
 nationalize the industry and take it over!

[Chorus] 

Immortal Technique Prod. Green Lantern - "The 3rd World"

This track was on Immortal Techniques "Revolutionary Vol. 1" double disc set. It appears as a hidden track following the cult hit "Dance With The Devil". Please Google the album and check it out. I highly recommend it for all hip hop fans.

{{{LYRICS}}}

(INTRO) [Immortal Technique]

Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh?
 But it's not.
 You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
 Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
 Your producers ain't shit.
 Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
 I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
 Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF!


(VERSE 1)[Diabolic]

 Go ahead and grip glocks
 I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
 You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
 I'll watch you topple flat
 Put away your writtens and holla back
 Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
 Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
 By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
 What you preach is worthless
 Your worship defeat the purpose
 Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
 Beyond what ya'll fathom
 I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
 Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
 Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
 In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
 Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
 Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
 So if I catch you bluffin'
 Faggot, you're less than nothing
 I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

(VERSE 2) [Immortal Technique]

 You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
 I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
 Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
 To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
 Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
 You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
 I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips
 Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary
 I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely
 Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
 I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
 I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me
 And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
 This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology
 So you're nothing like diversity without equality
 And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology
 Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven
 Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven
 You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
 You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
 Your mind is empty and spaceous
 Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture interracist
 Face it, you're too basic
 You're never gonna make it
 Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked 

Diabolic & Immortal Technique - "Hidden Track"

The Devil'z Rejects feat. Rip Shop Prod. Snowgoons - "Riddle Of The Sphinx"

(((LYRICS)))

[Planetary]
 Uh, we in Seattle wit the Mac the Knife and the Pharaohs
 We loaded with double barrels and all the cipher & apparel
We banging the Lost Battles and everything is a gamble
 'Sour Diesel' that raw purico wrapped from the gravel
 We travel 'A Vicious Cycle' from Illadel to the Eiffel
 My wife will walk wit a rifle, if I ask her to snipe you
 Best believe the shit on my sleeve repping what I'm here for
 Therefore my arm extends to who I'm here for
 I'm still raw still spitting and working hard
 Like King Syze walking thru them 'Labor Union' doors
 Its real, conceal a weapon till the day of the election
 When Bush gone it's on I'm licking at his direction
 Spitting it to perfection, my ghetto report card A plus
 Lay plush, new Chuckers laced up gritty
 Shitty Saturdays, jewels look like Gamma rays
I'm Bobby Knight with a mic in his Indiana days
 Atlanta Braves tomahawking your parade
 I fuck wit Phillies, what you silly nigga
 Watch what you say (I smack the shit out you)
 We ducktaping whoeva the fuck hating
 We leaving no prisoners, I'mma sin this to Son sacred

 (Chorus) Planetary 2x
 Hail Mary full of grace
 Praise that the Lord be with us when we walking through space
 Bless it, are those who rose to step in our face
 We gotta get 'em, I hope they in a better place, got 'em

 [Crypt the Warchild]
Nah, y'all ain't hear me on Gun Ballad or Black Christmas
 Or Bloody Tears, I was busy handling my business
 Me and Planet the same but we a little different
 Back in the booth like we left something missing
 Back wit the truth I pray to God you niggas listening
 Stack to the roof like pyramids but ain't Egyptian
 Use the mic as a brush to paint this diction
 They gotta quarantine the lab they say we sickening
 Music is like cook raw we blazed the kitchen
 We got love worldwide amazing isn't it?
 We Blood Brothers from another father, another mother
 Rhyme guzzlers son touch us and ain't no one above us
 Who put in work like us and who the fuck can judge us
 We change it up a bit don't understand what's all the fuss is
 We make it happen; we persevered thru all the weather
 We Puerto Ricans so we accustomed to do whatever it takes
 We stand firm, we stay together
 OuterSpace that set in stone and remains forever
 QD for life, for worst, for better
 I got a hunger for blood and I thirst for cheddar

 (Chorus) Planetary 2x

Outerspace Prod. MTK - "Hail Mary"

Big Punisher - "Hot 97 Freestyle"

Artist: Swollen Members

Song: Night Vision

Album: Dagger Mouth

Dagger Mouth is Swollen Members' sixth studio album, released on April 12, 2011 under Suburban Noize. The whole album only features one guest appearance which is made by Saigon.

Swollen Members - "Night Vision"

Artist: Canibus

Song: Give It More

Album: Mic-Club Mixtape Master Vol. 1

Download the full length mixtape on datpiff here http://www.datpiff.com/Canibus-Mic-Club-Mixtape-Master-Vol-1-mixtape.145.html

Canibus - "Give It More"

Artist: Tech N9ne and Kriss Kaliko

Song: The Grench

Album: Vintage Tech

Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne (pronounced Tech Nine), is an American rapper from Kansas City, Missouri. In 1999, Yates and Travis O'Guin founded the record label Strange Music. Throughout his career, Yates has sold over two million albums and has had his music featured in film, television, and video games

Tech N9ne Ft. Kriss Kaliko - "The Grench"

Artist: Tupac, Crooked I, & young Red

Song: Me Against The World

Album: Evolution of a Boss

RIP Tupac Shakur!!!

Tupac, Crooked I, & Young Red - "Me Against The World" (Remix)

Artist: house Of Krazees

Song: Don't Follow Me

Album: Head Trauma 

[LYRICS]

(Verse 1)

Mic check
Fool I need room
Niggas be acting funny
Fuck 'em 
They makin me no money
Listen but don't study the rap style
I dwells up in 7 mile
Showin' me love like i was heavens child
Thought process in contact
Steady sippin' on cognac
I been thinkin' bout the way back
Straight up ??
??
Is you insane
You need to let me know
So i can coax yo ass all together hoe
And trust me
Bitches know about the gang
It aint hang after the bang
So we out wit stank
Doorbell gon' rang
Ready to jet
I'm back in yo set 
Causin' conflict respect
Step on my toes 
And believe I'll let you have it
You hatin' on killas 
Make it no habit
Cuz it could turn tragic

(Chorus)
Roam on our own 
With no help from no others
Word to our mothers
And our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy 
I told you muthafuckas 
Don't follow me
Movin' on our own 
With no help from no others
Word to our mothers
And our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you muthafuckas
Don't follow me

(Verse 2)

I cruise the streets
And bad news
Bad views
Bad crews
Police on the news
My family's hangin' by needles and threads
They in the land of the walking dead
Listen to the words I said
I sometimes sing raps
To let my mind stray away
Playin' with death
You say there's no way
I'm calm
I got it under control
My home sweet home
It's years old
And can't be sold
You wanna follow me 
And my advice is not
Bodies and corpses rot
The government covers the plot
So stop at the front door
Cuz sometimes we hard to follow
Music is what we feel
??
We like to let loose
On any flows
Rock or Roll
Hip or Hop
Or what we call ??
All you emcees
That thinkin' that the house is all whack
You best to check yoself
And lay back
And don't follow me

(Chorus x 1)

(Verse 3)

Don't follow me
I'm just a loser
Drug abuser
Fashion fucked up
Like my name was Punky Brewster
Used ta life with a dead end job
Till i started cuttin' records with the ??
I got a mind
Full of fucked up thoughts
And straight shit
Got a golden microphone
Skills you could never get wit
For a long time i was lookin' for the latter
Had I payed attention
I think i could'a had a 
Chance to enhance
And produce pounds of spit
For studio mic screens
Lyrical bullshit
I didn't quit
I strive to be the best
Never the less
The only person I idolize 
Is Adam West
Never rest
My body
My soul
My brain in my head
I'll have more than enough time to sleep
When I'm dead
Misled 
My daddy died when i was only ten
Had to grow up
And momma kept the family fed
Don't follow me

(Chorus x 1)

House of Krazees (HOK) - "Don't Follow Me"

La Coka Nostra & Heltah Skeltah (Prod. Snowgoons) - "Hey Young World"

Intro]
 Yo, check it out, it's fucked up, and I don't see either one of us budging

[Verse 1]
 I'm withholding my anger
 Though I'd like to be the strangler
 Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck
 It's my right to insist
 That he acknowledge my existence
 But he just displays complete lack of respect
 That's what he says to himself
 As he uses magazines to trash me
 As he sits with both feet up at his desk
 Smokes a bag of his weed
 And starts imagining things
 And he just can't see that he's manically depressed
 And in his jealousy and envy
 It just whirls him in a frenzy
 As he turns on MTV and sees my face
 He don't exist in this world
 So he just twists and he twirls
 Spirals and spins till he hurls himself into rage
 And it's destroying him slowly
 Cause he does not even know me
 Even though he sees me everywhere he goes
 So he just tortures himself
 He has no fortune and wealth
 So he extorts someone else to get his dough
 And now he's acting like a bully
 So he tries to push and pull me
 But he knows that he can't fool me so he's mad
 He has no choice but to scream
 And raise his voice up at me
 Cause it annoys him to see that I ain't scared

[Chorus]
 You ain't no motherfucking (bully)
 And I ain't bowing to no motherfucking (bully)
 I won't allow it, ain't gonna coward to no (bully)
 I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a (bully)
 Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a (bully...)

 And I know it must be fucking with you emotionall(y...)

[Verse 2]
 Now I'm not trying to make no more enemies
 No more unfortunately
 There's so many other motherfuckers that just are
 They just keep pounding at me
 Now that I'm down with 50
 Suddenly now I got beef with this faggot Ja' [laughter]
 But his ass is such a puppet
 Irv could shove his whole hand up it
 And just make him say what he wants him to say
 But Suge has Irv's on a string
 And Irv's so nervous that he
 Says anything to this man to keep him at bay
 So now Ja thinks that he's so tough
 And Murder Inc.'s the big bad wolf
 And they go huff and puff and blow our label down
 But our building's made out of bricks
 So you ain't taking out shit
 And dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown
 So now you try to pull a race card
 And it backfires in your face hard
 Cause you know we don't play that black and white shit
 Plus this stylist that you fucked
 When you was ecstasied up
 Was just a man who's dressed up as a white bitch

[Chorus]
 You must be taking to much (E...)

[Verse 3]
 Now what bothers me the most
 About hip-hop is we so close
 To picking up where we left off with Big and Pac
 We just lost Jam Master J
 Big L got blasted away
 Plus we lost Bugs, Slang Toungue, and Freaky Ta
 It's like a never-ending cycle
 That just seems to come full circle
 Everybody's gotta be so fucking hard
 I'm not excluding myself
 Cause I been stupid as well
 I been known to lose it when someone says something smart
 But as we grow as men
 We learn to let shit go, but then again
 There's only so much bullshit we can really stand
 We all got reps to uphold
 When someone steps on our toes
 It's no exception, it goes for every man
 But if Irv really gave a fuck
 About Ja like he claims he does
 He'd wake him up and make his boy get off them drugs
 But he just keeps feeding him pills
 So if that E doesn't kill him
 Someone from G-Unit will and I ain't buzzed
 Dawg, I'm talking to you straight
 If the situation escalates
 Any worse, we're gonna lose another soldier to this game
 And if I get killed for this rap
 I got a million in cash
 That says I will get you back in Halie's name

[Chorus]
 Irvine, get your boy off that (E...)

[Spoken]
 Get at me, dawg
 Holla 

Eminem - "Bully"

"Crave Creation" 

"When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you'll be successful" 

"Reality is wrong, dreams are for real" 

My name is Z Poorman, and I am a musician/music enthusiast. This is my new "fan" profile where I will be listening, re-sharing, and favoriting tracks from artists I truly enjoy. 

( ( ( I will also be posting songs that inspired me, from artists that I have looked up to since I became a musician 
***NOTE*** I am not claiming to own ANY rights to ANY of the material that is posted on this profile. All works are the sole property of the copywrite holders, and any attempt to resale the material could result in legal action by said owners.) ) )

Enjoy!! And if you haven't heard of the artists I share, I will do my best to provide links to their material.


Please check the links below to listen to MY art.

http://soundcloud.com/z-poorman

http://soundcloud.com/broken-language-1

http://soundcloud.com/lowrolla

Questchon

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