Rap About Nothing: Hip Hop Chat Thread

i love James Blake's hip hop production





:pimp:
big tymer like Mannie and Baby don't play with that man cuz he crazy
with Demon and Ocho from Bompton they stompin out ****** like Stacy
 
this was my jam back in middle school

One of my favorite all time Hav verses....


It be a buck-fifty,
your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave ****** drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me,
when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain,
a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
****** never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? ***** overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em
Some love, some hate me, *****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
****** wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap ************, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you
 
One of my favorite all time Hav verses....


It be a buck-fifty,
your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave ****** drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me,
when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain,
a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
****** never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? ***** overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em
Some love, some hate me, *****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
****** wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap mother****er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you
i don't know why but i love Vita humming along to the beat on there
 
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