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Write rap lyrics in the style of Pitbull
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[Intro]
Haha
It's Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix
You know that is 75 Street Brazil?
Well this here is gon' be called "Calle Ocho"
Hahahaha
¿Qué bola Cata, qué bola Omega?
And this how we gon' do it, dale
[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya; Haha)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
[Chorus]
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Si e' verdad que tú ere' guapa yo te vo' a poner gozar
Tú tienes la boca grande, dale, ponte a jugar (¿Cómo?)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro (Woo!)
[Verse 1]
Tick to the tock, on my way to the top, huh
Pit got it locked from goons to the locks, yuh
R.I.P., uh, BIG and Pac
That he's not, but damn he's hot
Label flop but Pit won't stop
Got her in the cockpit playin' with Pit's (¿Cómo?)
Now watch me make a movie like Albert Hitchcock, haha
(Enjoy me; Woo!)
[Pre-Chorus]
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya; Haha)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
[Chorus]
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Si e' verdad que tú ere' guapa yo te vo' a poner gozar
Tú tienes la boca grande, dale ponte a jugar (¿Cómo?)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro (Woo!)
[Verse 2]
Mami got an ass like a donkey, with a monkey
Look like King Kong (Woo!)
Welcome to the crib, 305, that's what it is
With a woman down here ya (Shh)
They don't play games
They off the chain, and they love to do
Everythang and anythang, anythang
And they love to get it in, get it on
All night long (Dale)
[Pre-Chorus]
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya; Haha)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
[Coro]
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Si e' verdad que tú ere' guapa yo te vo' a poner gozar
Tú tienes la boca grande, dale, ponte a jugar (¿Cómo?)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
[Bridge]
Baby, you can get it, if you with it, we can play
Baby, I got cribs, I got condos we can stay
Even got a king-size mattress we can lay
Baby, I don't care, I don't care, what they say, 'cause
[Pre-Chorus]
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me (Want me)
You know I want ya (Want ya)
I know you want me, eh
You know I want ya (Want ya; Haha)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
[Chorus]
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Rumba, sí
Ella quiere su rumba (¿Cómo?)
Si e' verdad que tú ere' guapa yo te vo' a poner gozar
Tú tienes la boca grande, dale, ponte a jugar (¿Cómo?)
One, two, three, four
Uno, do', tres, cuatro
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Big L
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[Intro: Big L]
Aiyyo, what's up? This is Big L, know what I'm sayin'?
Callin' to see how that joint, know what I'm sayin', came out
[Interlude]
Aiyyo fellas... keep a eye open... watch out
'Cause females be playin' a whole lot of games like these
[Hook]
Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you not aware
[Verse 1]
I know this lady by the name of Katie
If you broke, she's shady
You got cash? She's ready to have your baby
The type of female the fellas stress
Stay fresh to death, well dressed in Chanel, Guess, nothin' less
Body got more curves than a S, I smoked the boots like cess
And I confess, the sex was the best (Yes)
Within a week, she had keys to my rest
I done made her my main squeeze and gave her G's to invest
Then one day, I overheard her talkin' to friends
Sayin' how she didn't like me, all she want is the ends
Yo, honey was sheisty
Had me thinkin' she was wifey
Trickin' ridiculous, givin' her jewels that was icey
I said, "It's over, and what I gave you, you can have that"
It wasn't even her — it was myself I was mad at
Lettin' that dame use me for my name and my fame
That's lame, but it's a shame how I fell for the game
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
A year ago, I did a show for some dough
Puffed a bag of hydro, then broke out on the low
And on my way out, it was a female on my trail
Who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL
I asked honey her name, she replied, "Monique"
Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat
Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get somethin' to eat
She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dyin' to meet
I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak
Yeah, right! It's all good, so I waited a week
Then one night, to my crib she decided to creep
Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep
I let her in, before you know it, we was doin' our thang
I drove her home, and said, "Tomorrow give me a ring"
It was about a month later when she gave me a call
With some bogus ass story that was off the wall
Claimin' she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul
How is that? I wore a Lifestyle
[Hook]
[Outro]
So watch out fellas... watch out
You better watch out, fellas
Yeah, you better watch out
Watch out fellas... you better watch out
For real
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Write rap lyrics in the style of The Notorious B.I.G.
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[Intro]
Yo
C-Gutta, where you at?
D Rockafella
Cease-A-Leo DeGenero
Blake C
Money SL
Uhh
[Verse]
B.I.G. is making this cream
Bitches always say what the hell does that mean?
B is for the bitches, who can't understand
How one fly nigga became a man
I is for the way it goes in and out
One by one I knocks 'em out
G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
Other MC's man they ain't sayin' nuthin'
Rockin' on, to the break of dawn
Meet the bitch, get the pussy, get the math, I'm gone
[Outro]
What?
It ain't no more to it
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Mac Miller
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[Chorus: Mac Miller & Wiz Khalifa]
Ayo, I'm livin' the high life
Fly clothes, good liquor, good weed (Good weed)
Fine hoes, those are things I'ma need (I'ma need)
We make these ladies pants wet when we grab the mic
And we gon' have 'em like (Like)
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la (Uh), la-la-la-la, la, ayy
Sit back, relax and move slow (Y'all already know what it is, man)
We're now in cruise control (Bad bitches and good weed, God)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Wizzle man, the fans: can't keep 'em off me
Always reppin' for my city even though I don't see it often
Yeah, as a youngin' learn it's best to keep from talkin'
I only say I'm the best cause that's what the people call me
And I'ma keep shinin' 'til the day the Reaper call me
A lot of shit on my chest so I suggest you keep from round me
Tryna slander my name but when you sit think about it
It's hard to show off your aim when niggas yet to see the target
He's talkin' that mess 'cause he's garbage
My trees rolled, beauty of the week is foreign
And my homie bought a yacht so we on it and drinks are pourin'
Hoes admire my clothes 'cause I got Louis features on 'em
Life just like a movie plus the special feature bonus
With bad bitches and good weed to keep us coughin'
Hard as a bed of nails, you a beast for sleepin' on 'em
Motherfucker, yeah
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Wiz Khalifa]
Ayo, I'm livin' the high life (Bitch)
Fly clothes, good liquor, good weed (Hahaha, yeah) (Good weed)
Fine hoes, those are things I'ma need (What up, Mac?) (I'ma need)
We make these ladies pants wet when we grab the mic (Yeah)
And we gon' have 'em like ([?] or die, I see you, nigga)
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la (Uh), la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la, ayy
Sit back, relax and move slow (Ayy, good lookin', Wiz, yeah)
We're now in cruise control
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I got these motherfuckers hatin' on the way the boy live
Angry at the way they ladies always say that I'm the shit
People stay up on my dick, I ain't worried 'bout them
I'm too focused on the money, I ain't worried 'bout friends
They say the youngin' dream like a king (Like a king)
I'm Muhammad Ali in the ring, Christmas Eve in the spring (Spring)
Way above the bar, but I ain't twenty-one
Wizzle cuttin' up 'cause I stay puffin' blunts
And when the money come (Come), I'ma give it back (Back)
Got a driver who addresses me as Mr. Mac (Aha)
Dealin' with these diva hoes (Hoes), they so demanding (Uh-huh)
Mac a young superstar (Star), Dakota Fanning (Aha)
You know I'm planning for the world to be mine
No blind dates, but I'm gettin' girls from behind
The type of shine, stay turnin' 'em blind
Just cruisin', smokin' purp, and recline (Aha)
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Ayo, I'm livin' the high life
Fly clothes, good liquor, good weed (Good weed)
Fine hoes, those are things I'ma need (I'ma need)
We make these ladies pants wet when we grab the mic
And we gon' have 'em like (Like)
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la, ayy
Sit back, relax and move slow (Move slow)
We're now in cruise control
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Write rap lyrics in the style of JAY-Z
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[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-A-Fella, LOX, taking the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm looking for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids
And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fucking care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiing, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, flooding your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted looking at Biggie posted on my wall
Taking shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nutting to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggas lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mack, I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walking
Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparking
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkling
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawking
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not trying to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eating cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killing your pops
You feeling The LOX, nigga, why you grilling The LOX?
If this rap shit don't work niggas still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it
Lot of cats still trying to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm opening up, or headline
Doing the speed limit or pushing red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic
Any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L-O-X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
[Interlude: Pain In Da Ass]
I told you the pain was coming
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell
[Verse 4: Sauce Money]
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggas on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm sonning your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggas coming to lose
Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off
Ain't nutting for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave, bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a mil stacking nigga who pull quick, still packing
For you Phil Jackson niggas on that Bull shit
[Verse 5: Styles P (Jay-Z)]
I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lighting 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shooting backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spitting, let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas quick, suck dick and get a Glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella
Screaming (what the fuck), spending mozzarella
[Verse 6: Jay-Z]
I know pop you can't stand us 'cause we cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop, I popped up the antenna
Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like Scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six Range
Shit mayne, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch, flip big 'caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fuckas is nodding and throwing up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak, man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls, we got E-ZPasses, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-Classes
Iceberg sweats with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beatch! What the fuck, ya heard me? Hahahaha
Put some more beat on that joint
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Trick Daddy
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Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More afros than braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggas done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow
Nigga you don't know?
And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for fuckin round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
Stay the fuck out the chain gang
Hook
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll fuck ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they can't hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the Glock
Bout every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no muthafuckin guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
Fuck niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
Hook
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we ain't tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
Hook
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Lil Flip
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[Lil' Flip]
Heh, yeah this time around you gotta feel me
Cause I got my mind right
And now I got my money right
[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
My watch ain't tickin it's winding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks
[Lil' Flip]
Like Tupac I got the Juice
Write another book like Dr. Seuss
Sittin sideways and my choppas blue
Southside roll on choppas smooth
I'm doin this for Dj Screw (Screw)and I gotta make that cash
And I hate that slow money cause I gotta make it fast
Man I gotta make it last cause I'm a hust-a-la
A syrup sippin, bird flippin, money dou-b-ler
So holla at me if you niggas wanna re-up
I'm like the head coach I gotta keep my D up
My jewerly freezed up, mybad it's froze up
I'm pullin up in a Lam' with the do's up
So get ya cash right don't get a bad wife
Make sure she ain't that chick I hit last night
[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
My watch ain't tickin it's winding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks
[Lil' Flip]
I'm spectacular bite ya neck like Dracula
Flippin in my Acura you know I'm still a bachelor
We smokin on turantula with a fine ass hoe named Tamera
With a cousin named Angela who pose for my camera
I'm young but I got stamina and I'll wreck you're hoe
And just like Nike nigga I'll check you're hoe
So let's make this dough and get the hell out the game
Cause after this shit I ain't slangin no more caine(whaaaat!)
[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
My watch ain't tickin it's winding!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck!
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks
[Lil' Flip]
Yeah all I'm doin is just representin for the hustlers
You know my niggas in Little Rock Knahimsayin they gettin they paper
My niggas in Kansas they gettin they paper
Knahimsayin my niggas in Chicago gettin they paper
My niggas in Louieville gettin they mothafuckin money
Niggas in Detroit, my nigga E-Dub he gettin his money
I just got niggas everywhere ya Knahimsayin
If you hustler you gotta feel me, if you a pimp you gotta feel me
Ya Knahimsayin if you a hater you gotta kill me
Yeah we out this bitch!
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Eminem
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[Verse 1: Eminem]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's
A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)
'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]
(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
It's all political, if my music is literal
And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)
[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]
(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[Verse 3: Eminem]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can—
[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]
Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]
Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Jedi Mind Tricks
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[Intro: Undertaker]
Tonight, I speak of prophecy
And what I will shall be done
The sacrifices are not over
The next sacrificial lamb will be led... to slaughter
[Verse 1: Virtuoso]
I'm omnipotent. You claim to win battles so when the beat starts
I'll punch the tree bark and pass the chainsaw to a leaf's heart
Severian the Animal; I'm doing dirt like earthworms
I'm sick and original, boy; I gave birth to the first germs
I spit the acetate to make your lips evaporate
The Master Ape; bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
Pass the eighth sack of shake; twist it and blast my tape
Put Cambridge on the castle gate
Haven't come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate
Virtuoso, the unidentified flying object
To make your space shuttle from NASA late
So while you crooks look for a hook I'm sayin' pass the bait
Telling 7L to scratch a plate
In a duel for respect I'll slap your face
Ask to make my specs and I'ma tackle ya
You're a neck and I'm Dracula
Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
Laugh with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
We rhyme sick and side bricks for dime chicks
I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich
So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips
[Verse 2: Jus Allah]
Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
Taste my blade's sharpness, rank you no class like Marxists
The heartless, rise out of darkness
I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with
Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick
Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping
At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
Spawned from eternal semen, bred flesh predators
Wings of the arm on your heels like Pegasus
Grabbing your leg, so you live with the Heaven-less
Drop death's prejudice and follow me to Exodus
[Verse 3: Ikon the Hologram]
We ravenous, exhume the tomb of Lazarus
You blasphemous, we bring war to pacifists
Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine Glock
Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots
Pine box is fine for a killer to run
Swing from vines and ride like Atilla The Hun
Bring the gun, your tongue is what I'm slicing
We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
Elohim, fuck the pagans - we mock them
And take turns to burn religious doctrines
Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
Locked in the brain to lacerate angels
[Verse 4: Esoteric]
Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
Wreck nights, spit flames
Lead pipes, split frames
Kid ain't shit changed
Act trife
I grab the mic and bag your wife
Sacrifice you twice
Motherfuck an after life
Decimate your paradise
Burn tracks like thermostats
My personal attacks snap back to murder cats
I might advise, you type of guys should revitalize
Your man power, I sabotage like fireflies
With a dope rhyme
Take control of your soul
Rap a potent flow over foes
Hope you don't catch a broken nose
Opponents go to shows
Now they know their roles, they're hoes that fold my clothes
I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze
My words part the seas
Kill beats like heart disease
Man, please
You could never fuck with the Eso-pterodactyl
My rap skills will thrash you
Motherfucker
[Outro: Undertaker]
So until we meet again...accept the lord of darkness as your savior. Allow to the purity of evil to guide you
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Black Eyed Peas
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[Intro: will.i.am]
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be-be-be-be, I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be-be-be-be, I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be-be-be-be, I'ma-I'ma be
[Verse 1: Fergie]
I'ma be on the next level
I'ma be rockin' over that bass treble
I'ma be chillin' with my motherfuckin' crew
I'ma be makin' all them deals you wanna do (Ha)
I'ma be up in them A-list flicks
Doin' one-handed flips
Then I'ma be sippin' on trip 'cause
I'ma be shakin' my hips
You gon' be lickin' your lips
I'ma be takin' them pics
Lookin' all fly and shit
I'ma be the flyest chick (So fly)
I'ma be spreadin' my wings
I'ma be doin' my thing (Do it, do it, okay)
I'ma-I'ma swing it this way
I'ma-I'ma (I'ma-I'ma) swing it that-a-way
This is Fergie Ferg, and I'ma-I'ma be here to stay
The 21st century 'til infinity
[Chorus: will.i.am]
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be
(Rich, baby, quick-quick)
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be
(The shit, baby, check me out)
Be, I'ma-I'ma be
(On top, never stop)
Be-be, I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be-be-be-be, I'ma-I'ma be
I'ma be (Fucking her)
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be, I'ma be-be-be, I'ma-I'ma be
[Verse 2: will.i.am]
Yeah, I'ma be the upgraded new negro
I'ma be the average brother with soul
I'ma be worldwide, international
I'ma be in Rio, rocking Tokyo
I'ma be brilliant with my millions
Loan out a billion and get back a trillion
I'ma be a brother, but my name ain't Lehman
I'ma be ya bank, I'll be loaning out semen
Honeys in debt, baby bouncing them checks
But I don't really mind when they bouncing them cheeks
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma-ba, I'm-I'ma be rich, baby
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'm-I'ma be
Sick with the flow when the goal is to rock the whole globe
I'ma be the future, I'ma be the whole
Reason why you even wanna come to a show
You can see me while I'm rockin' and I'm kickin' down a door, then
[Bridge: will.i.am]
I'ma be up in the club
Doin' whatever I like
I'ma be popping that bubbly
Coolin' and livin' that good life
Oh, let's make this last forever
Partying, we'll chill together
On and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and
[Verse 3: will.i.am]
I'ma be rocking like this (What?)
Y'all niggas wanna talk shit (But)
Why don't you put it on the blog, nigga?
Rockin' like this is my job, nigga
We can't help that we popular
And all these folks wanna flock to us
Come to a show and just rock with us
A million plus with binoculars
[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, (Fergie)]
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
I'ma be living that good life
I'ma be living that good-good
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
I'ma be living that good life
I'ma be living that good-good
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
I'ma be living that good life
I'ma be living that good-good
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
I'ma be living that good life
I'ma be living that good-good
I'ma be, I'ma be (Fuego, crazy, loca)
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be (Lo, loca)
[Verse 4: apl.de.ap]
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma be rocking that (Hey)
Apl.de.ap infinite (Hey)
B-E-P, we definite– (Hey)
–Ly on some next level shit (Hey)
Futuristic, musically (Hey)
Powerful with energy (Hey)
From the soul, we sonically (Hey)
Sending positivity (Hey)
Crossed the globe, and seven seas (Hey)
Take care of our families (Hey)
Rockin' shows, makin' cheese (Hey)
I'ma be out with my Peas (Hey)
Livin' life, feelin' free (Hey)
That's how it's supposed to be (Hey)
Come join my festivities (Hey)
Celebrate like I'ma be (Hey)
[Outro: will.i.am]
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be, I'ma be
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Write rap lyrics in the style of DJ Kool
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[Intro]
At the count of three
I want everybody in the place to be
To make some noise if ya down with me
One, two, three
Hit me with the horns Tony
Keep makin' noise, keep makin' noise, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now
Here we go now, here we go now
Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now
Here we go now, here we go now
Here we go, here we go, now listen
Some of y'all might know this, and some of y'all don't (jam jam)
Some of y'all might be with this, and some of y'all won't
But listen, let me clear my throat
Oh, have mercy babe, Ha!
I hope ya don't mind, let me clear my throat
Special dedication going out to everybody here in Bahama Bay
In Philadelphia
Here we go now, check it out, ah huh, ah huh, ah (God Damn)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, rock to the rhythm of the funky rhyme
So I can get busy just one more time
To the beat and ya don't quit
It's that ol' skool rap with that new skool hit
Peter Piper picked a pepper but Kool rocked the rhyme
And I can still rip up the house
Every God damn time I get on the mic, I go crazy
Peace out to Celo, Flex, and Doug Lazy
I bet 'cha never knew but now ya know
I'm the undisputed king of this disco
And I never let the mic, magnetize me no more
Cuz DJ Kool rip up the whole damn floor
Now I'mma rap a rhyme with the greatest of ease
And swing it like the man on the flying trapeze
And if you don't like it you grab on these
And now I need some help from the maestro please
Jam, Ha! So look it here check the flavor of the rhythm I wrote
And while I got a chance here, let me clear my throat
Oh, have mercy babe, ha!
I hope ya don't mind, let me clear my throat
I need these monitors right here
Music in the monitors
And it goes a little something like this here
Ah huh ah huh ah
Now if y'all wanna party like we do
If y'all wanna party like us, lemme hear ya say
Ah ah ah ah ah (crowd)
If y'all wanna party like we do
If y'all wanna party like us lemme hear ya say
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (crowd)
Now when I say uh, you say ah
Uh (crowd) Uh (crowd)
And now when I say hey, you say ha
Hey (crowd) hey (crowd)
Now when I say uh, you say ah
Uh (crowd) Uh (crowd)
Now when I say hey you say ha
Hey (crowd)
Now when I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime
When I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime
FREEZE
Now all the ladies in the place
If you got real hair, real fingernails
If you got a job, you going to school
And y'all need nobody to help you handle your business
Make some noise
One, two, three, come on now
When I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime
When I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime
FREEZE
Now to all the brotha's in the place
That don't give a damn about what them ladies talking about
Cause you just trying to get chummy
Make some noise
Now, now, now, let me clear my throat
Oh, have mercy babe, ha!
I hope you don't mind
Let me clear my throat
Special dedication going out to all the ladies
And all the brothers in here
Like to love y'all to death here
Ah huh ah huh ah (God damn)
Oh, lemme send my little shout outs here
Special dedication once again going out to everybody here
Bahama Bay in Philadelphia, we love y'all madly
Special dedication going out to Mellow T, Walt Reeder da' joiner
Don Mack, Charlie Mack, DJ Ran, Cosmic Kev
Special dedication going out to Frank Ski and Lorrenzo Ice-T
And if you're with me, if you're with me
I need some help from the music, from the maestro, check it out
Somebody make some noise in this joint man
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Wiz Khalifa
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[Verse 1]
And they say all I rap about is bitches and champagne
You would too if every night you seen the same thing
Money wall to wall, young famous nigga, spend it all
When you die you can't take it with ya
Bottle of Rose if I’m drinking with ya
Cause most niggas is broke, they bank is injured
Them bitches gonna ride with who they think’s a winner
And I'll be smiling in case they take a picture
Oh, I'm smoking weed, drinking liquor, make a hundred
On a show spend it all on my niggas
When I go shopping I tell them pick one
'Cause they was with me when nobody seen a vision
Always about my business, don’t play the cards
I talked to the niggas who dealed them, uhh
Royal flush, now look up them niggas and baby girl you see us, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day?
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
'Cause I can’t take it when I’m gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I’m gone, gone, gone
I’m gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I’ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can’t take it when I’m gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can’t take it when I’m gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
[Verse 2]
Hella hoes in my car, they wanna feel that maximum speed
Never had an absence of weed
Tired of being at the bar, everything Louie V
Plus the most exclusive tree in my jar
Making my bank, spending it all
And that expensive shit you paid for, she had it on
She taking it off, most of these niggas just talk, ain't caking at all
Back in the day money was short, I’m making it taller
You know what I mean, some say it’s a problem
Blowings my greens, not saving my collards
No NBA, they say I’m a baller
Live for today, stunt like my father
[Chorus]
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day?
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can’t take it when I’m gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can’t take it when I’m gone, gone, gone
I’m gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
'Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can’t take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Clipse
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[Hook: Pharrell]
You're out of line!
Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
You're out of line!
When I was a young boy
You're out of line!
My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit"
You're out of line!
"Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back"
You're out of line!
So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam!" Ugh
You're out of line!
A nigga out of line, ugh
[Verse 1: Malice]
Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks
Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to eight-tracks
Never stood a chance, exposed from way back
Lying to the baby, saying it's Ajax
I was 'bout four when I walked past that door
That should've been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See, in my household, it was quite unique
Playing hide-and-seek, you might find a ki'
Caught glimpse accidental, it branded my mental
Pals, my role model, in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout six
And when he pulled off, I was like, "See! Told you we was rich!"
How I turned out—let it be no surprise
When they speak of cousin Ricky, it brings tears to their eyes
See, my family got a history of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother—it's tradition
[Hook: Pharrell]
Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
You're out of line!
When I was a young boy
You're out of line!
My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit"
You're out of line!
"Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back"
You're out of line!
So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam!" Ugh
You're out of line!
A nigga out of line, I said—
You're out of line!
Motherfuckers out of line
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
My mama didn't see it coming; my daddy was there
What's my excuse? Cartoons were the root
Started with Yosemite Sam, with the gun in—
Palm of each hand—what couldn't I demand? See—
Thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean
Low brim, no smile; lot of cash, meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Ave-y
Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynam-y
With ghetto paint-jobs, Mango M3s
Seventeen-inch BBs riding tough
The bike was Huffy; attention was froze
In a twenty-five-cent frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had made the mold
Since fourteen, holding—Pusha T was chosen
Rebel like Che Guevara
RC Tyco versus Carreras—P!
[Hook: Pharrell]
Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin 'bout
You're out of line!
When I was a young boy
You're out of line!
My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit"
You're out of line!
"Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back"
You're out of line!
So when I hit the nigga, it go "Blam!" Ugh
You're out of line!
A nigga out of line, I said
You're out of line!
Motherfuckers out of line
[Verse 3: Malice]
I think of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madame Queen in "Hoodlum"
Sport the grandkids—each one she would treasure
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure
The cigarette dangle, forty-five-degree angle
Still every bit a lady, but you don't wanna tangle
Let that explain me and how I got involved
Young'un's hustling in the Creek—me, John-John, and Jamal
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Age fifteen, walking through the hallway
Plate the new Jordans—first ones on the scene
See, I could afford 'em, living out a dream
Hustler on the rise, laces untied
Slid past young'un's, couldn't break my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers askin' how and why
Bitches passing by: "Oh, my! He's so gangsta!"
[Hook: Pharrell]
Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin 'bout
You're out of line!
When I was a young boy
You're out of line!
My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit"
You're out of line!
"Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back"
You're out of line!
So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam!" Ugh
You're out of line!
A nigga out of line, I said—
You're out of line!
I said, you niggas out of line
Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin 'bout
You're out of line!
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Memphis Bleek
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[Produced by Just Blaze]
[Verse: Jay-Z]
Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees
S dots with Polo fleeces
Purple label shit with the logo secret
Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in
A couple words and like Peaches & Herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?"
Well I do this in my slumber, Summer
I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers
You know how I do, Summer
I drop heat, when you bring the sun up
The combo make niggas act up, I pick the gun up
Niggas back up; they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk SHIT, I just flip it Un ya
Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
I ain't making you the butt of my jokes
But let's not stray from what I came to say
To my beloved, think we need some time away
They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
And fuck it, if it comes back, you know it's there to stay
It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed
From the public, who should've gave me the Pulitz'
Instead gave me they ass to kiss
But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips
But still shine light down on all my peers
I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share
In all the success I received, I know you can't believe
I still love 'em but they don't love me
They like the drunk uncle in your family
You know they lame, you feel ashamed
But you love em the same
It's like when niggas make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next, kid
Keep entering the danger zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon
Say when, take ten paces and spin
But on another note, 'bout to take another vacay
On another boat, goddamn, a motherfucker wrote
His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good
But any day you know a nigga could
Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz
You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
Niggas can't fuck with me
I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove
And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up
But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
Non-Pulp Fiction, Colt four-fifth and
Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Listen here, Summer, baby
I just believe it's the right thing to do
I got a brand new bitch, Corporate America
She showing me a lot of action right now
And I know you put me on my feet and all, but
I mean, it's time for me to grow
You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go
[Outro: Jay-Z]
I'm done for now, so one for now
Possibly forever, we had fun together
But like all good things, we must come to an end
Please show the same love to my friends
Dear Summer
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Knightowl
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[Girl]
Baby, I know that right about now you might think
That we ain't going to make it but don't worry
Believe in me and call my name whenever you need me
I'll always be there for you no matter what my daddy says
[Chorus]
Daddy I'm in love with a thug
Daddy I'm in love with a gangsta
Daddy I'm in love with a thug
Don't be mad cause I'm in love with a gangsta
[Knightowl]
I never thought that I would meet the girl
That would stick around even though you told me
That your parents use to say I told you so
He's a bald headed gangster
And through his eyes I see insanity
But girl that never stopped you
And to this day I rock you
You're my girl
And you're the one that's always been around
When I needed love you held me tight
You kissed me through the night
People told you that I was violent
People told you that I was crazy
But still we both remain as one
When you feel pain, I feel the pain
You never left my side
When you was mad you kept it all inside
You never told me matter fact you use to hold me
And that was just like nothing
Like the world was made for me and you
You're so damn strong
I dedicate to you this song
Cause you're the woman that's seen the way
I've now became a man
I now make money off my raps
Don't need to take fools off the map
But I will if I have to don't think that I went soft
All things be the same
I'll put a hole inside your brain
[Chorus]
[Knightowl]
I'm gonna thank you for those times
You put a smile upon my face
You've always been able to make me see
That life be rough but I be tough
I gotta keep on fighting
All them trials and tribulations
Life ain't never been fair
But I gotta stay on top to make it through
I gotta make it can't let no muthafucker take it
I always keep it real with the shit that I reveal
I can't let all them evil thoughts
That creep up all inside me
I gotta maintain composure
Cause the devil walks beside me
Got good and bad upon my shoulders
But I feel one heavy
I'm so deranged
My mind's insane
I'm cursed
I'm dead already
Now what am I to do when death
Keeps calling out my name
I feel the pain but I won't complain
I'll sit and watch the rain
Start thinking
Reminiscing bout them times we use to have
All them times we still be having
Cause it's you that's got the manin
Thoughts that make me see how much I love you
I put no one above you
And I'm always thinking of you
[Chorus]
[Knightowl]
I wanted to sweat you
Since the very first day that I met you
But girl you made me wait
Do you remember our first date
I tried to grab your hand
You pushed me back and told me to stop
When all that I wanted to do was hold
And try to make you mine
Whoever thought that me and you
Would get to be what we now be
Two joined together as one forever
You and I will stick together
Baby you're the one that's made me realize
That life is what you make it
And without you I won't make it
[Knightowl (Talking)]
That's right I know yous in love
With this gangsta a real G
Coming out that SD baby
It's just you and me for eternity
Know what I'm sayin
[Chorus]
[Knightowl (Talking)]
This is going out
To the one that's made my life complete
For you have got to be an angel
Sent from up above
Cause ain't no other girl
Would have put up with the kinda shit I do
I'm a criminal, I'm a gansta
And I do all that shit that evil fools do
But you've sticked by me no matter
What happens and I love you
Much respect
[Chorus]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Ludacris
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[Chorus]
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
[Ludacris]
Yeah, ha ha (you're right.. you're right)
The "pussy rules the world" version
You ready? Let's go! Ha
I got a all-star lineup for y'all, right (Ms. 32)
But I'mma start off in Atlanta, Georgia (you know I gotcha)
We gon' give you some new blood
Diamond, holla at 'em baby!
[Verse 1: Diamond & Ludacris]
Ride or die chick with a pocket full of relish (hey!)
Jimmy Choo fetish keep me fresh like lettuce
Bitches get jealous, cause I'm quite cocky
Since 14 ain't nann ho stop me
Money, I get it on the tracks I spit it
That's why the credit cards don't come with no limits (OHH!)
Y'all just don't get it, a crib with no tenants
Walk through closets like I'm walkin out of Lennox
Now that's Swagger on a hundred, thousand, trillion
Roll with bad bitches and they all look Brazilian
These niggas can't leave me, I swear they can't leave me
Ass so fat and the pussy like Fiji
Diamond!
[Hook]
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
[Ludacris]
Ha, OHH!
Yeah, yeah, WOO!
We gon' take it from the hood of Atlanta, Georgia
Down to the hoods of Miami, Florida
What up Trina?
Holla at 'em baby, let's GO!
[Verse 2: Trina & Ludacris]
I'm Da Baddest Chick and they don't call me that for nothin (nope)
Diamond Princess straight VVS stuntin
Light gray eyes, hourglass frame
Still got the crown for best ass in the game (woo!)
Hips of a goddess, watch how I throw 'em
So good it make him wanna tattoo my lips on him (ahh!)
I'm so bad and I rep that hood
Pussy stay wet, sex so good
Ten years strong, you should act like you know me
Head so fire make you do the hokey-pokey (woo!)
A good stroke in and a good stroke out (okay)
Now that's what I'm all about
I'm Da Baddest
[Hook]
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
[Ludacris]
{*laughs*} Yeah! OHH!
Woo! ... Okay
We gon' take it from Miami
We gon' travel north, 'til we get to Philly, right?
And we gon' stop in Philly
We gon' holla at my girl E-V-E
Let's GO!
[Verse 3: Eve & Ludacris]
Yeah I took a couple years off, came back still bustin
Still reppin Philly, still the Eve of Destruction (yeah)
Still pushin buttons that'll do away the roof
Still walkin 'round with five thousand dollar boots (woo!)
So when I'm in the club, your chicks get jealous
Cause I'm that bitch and still keep a mean fetish (OHH!)
Still stack lettuce, huh, still stack cheese
And I got a bad temper, tell your nigga say p-lease (ha ha ha)
Cause this is for the G's, never for the busters
So put your diamond rings on and get yourself a hustler
Better yet a customer, guaranteed to buy it
Sick from them lips, caramel, wanna try it?
[Hook]
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
[Outro: Ludacris]
Yes, ha ha... OHH!
And I'm lovin it, HEY!
Let's go, all my chicks are bad
All my chicks is hood
All my chicks is better than yours, AH!
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Write rap lyrics in the style of RZA
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[Intro: RZA]
You know they say
In every man's life, there comes a time
When you get struck by the arrow of cupid
By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman
Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life
And it brings the storm, sing about it
[Xavier Naidoo]
There was once a love in this
Love is more than just a kiss
Will we take you to that step
Will we do more than just connect
And will you, bring the thunder in my life
And the fire in my eyes
Cause then there, will be days of pleasure when
Everything far will be so near
[Hook: Xavier Naidoo (woman)]
I have never felt thunder (thunder)
And lighting (lightning) like this
I have never been struck by (struck by)
A wonder (a wonder) like this
[Xavier Naidoo]
There aren't days where I can, stop talking about you
There aren't days I can't stop, saying your name
And I'm looking for ways in never, to part from you, ha-ha
And everything change and you, still stayed the same
[Hook 4X: Xavier Naidoo]
I've never seen, and there's never been
Anything, with the beauty of you
[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo
Aiyo, shorty, I've never met someone so beautiful
From your hair follicle to your finger nail cuticle
Struck by the arrow of cupid, this love is deep rooted
Like someone, took my heart sampled it and looped it
To a song that's endless, passion brings the tempest
I'll slay a thousand dragons to save my little princess
A walking gift from God, you are my shining star
The diamonds and gold that most men be mining for
[Xavier Naidoo]
Days that we shared our light treasures
The treasure light fire is to mankind
My hands will try to carry you to heaven
But since I've seen you, you've brought heaven to my mind
[Hook 4X]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Lil Wayne
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[Verse 1]
She was the sweetest ever
Whatever happened to forever
She never say never, she rather say whatever
I’d rather stay together and she’d rather chase the devil
Now I’m left to race the rebel
Bartender make it several
Turn up the bass and treble
How bout I make it metal
I’m such a fatal fellow
And shes the reason why
Because without the muthafucker I’d die
I’d die, I’d die
So bury me today or tomorrow
Cause I’ve buried myself away
In the sorrow in May
I die before I wake
I pray I’m resurrected for her nightmares sake
But you love me
At least thats what she said
That whole weekend in my bed
But there was a speaker in my head
Saying “seek and you’ll be led”
But instead, instead I loved you
I was weak and mislead
I was deeper than dead
I was sinking in dread now I’m thinking in shreds
So I inked this in red
But she loves me
She loves me not
I hate love
Yeah I hate love
Oh my God
I hate love
[Verse 2]
I used to tell myself I wouldn’t do this to myself
Until I proved it to myself
And now I’m losing myself
I used to have my shit together but now
You see now, I with whatever
And now, you see, now, you with whoever, forever and ever
And everybody know I ain't acting like I’m supposed
I’m attacking my own soul
I’m back in a lone mode
I’m back on that long road
And that road goes forever and ever
I don’t wanna love no more, spare me
You can have my heart its only dead beat
I’m sick of the love songs and the bullshit
When reality bites like a wolf bitch
She’s on top, she wanna kiss
She won't stop, she don’t wanna quit
Then I woke up and I wish I could sleep forever and ever
[Refrain]
She loves me, she loves me not
I hate love
Yeah I hate love
Oh my God
I hate love
And I don’t want love, I don’t want love
I don’t wanna love no more
So if you see her you can have her
She’ll be outside my door
So tell a preacher, tell a doctor
I curse the very day you were born
Tell my lawyer to tell a judge that I’m guilty
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Write rap lyrics in the style of 2Pac
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[Intro]
Hahah! Yeah nigga fuck that gin & juice (Hennessy)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right)
That's right
[Obie Trice]
Ay pour me some of that too baby
[Hook: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)]
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Yo what's our motherfuckin motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(You know our motherfuckin motto)
Hennessy
Hahaha, y'all niggas can't fuck with this ol' thug shit
Hennessy
(That's what you sippin on, now what's your name nigga?)
Big ballin' ass nigga named 'Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I
To try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggas fry
Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm trying to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dying days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
Cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
When they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
[Hook: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)]
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Yo what's our motherfuckin motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(You know our motherfuckin motto)
Hennessy
Hahaha, y'all niggas can't fuck with this ol' thug shit
Hennessy
(That's what I'm sippin on, now let me tell 'em who I be)
Big ballin' ass nigga named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice + (2Pac)]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's West
Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, them niggas was ballin
My mama couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggas breakin the law
I look back, 'Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects
Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggas off shit
(Robbin niggas in the do'ways) That's right
(With my four-four, that's the sure way)
And this your road days, All Eyez on Me
We was looney I suppose, you could (die homie)
O. Trice always rep his block
Pass the Henn and that ice
I'm on a track with 'Pac nigga
[Hook: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)]
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Yo what's our motherfuckin motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(You know our motherfuckin motto)
Hennessy
Hahaha, y'all niggas can't fuck with this ol' thug shit
Hennessy
[Obie Trice]
Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
You put it down out here, I mean, y'know
Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
2Pacalypse Now 'til infinity boy, forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah
Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Fat Joe
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*phone conversation*
[Fat Joe]
Since day one, niggas doubted the Don
Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond
Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated
Quadriplegic any squad that wanna squabble when I'm heated
Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate
And levitate heavyweight niggas like they was featherweight
Every day I do the same thing
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
[Big Punisher]
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggas truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggas off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggas that really live the lyrics
Niggas really fear us, they must've heard we really killers
We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
And army colors, Willie niggas that laundry dollars
I'm Nostradamus predictin' the future, my position is crucial
With a non-fiction obsession addiction to shoot ya
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction
Subtracting my freedom have me missin' in action
[Big Punisher]
A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw
The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol
[Fat Joe]
Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck
That's why Don Cartagena's the name you respect
[Big Punisher]
I'll leave a pain in your chest that'll make you question your threshold
Flex like you bench four, still "bless you" like a chest cold
We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode
You dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go
[Chorus: Big Punisher][X2]
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm deadly and there ain't no gettin' rid of me
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Uh, uh, uh, yo!
Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat
And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac
Hold me back this max 'n' better, out for the ass 'n' cheddar
But fast cash don't last forever
[Big Punisher]
I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers
And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches acting jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras
Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris
[Prospect]
Dat dat's the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, [?] to climb
Especially in time, with the recipe in mind
From the jump start, they ain't have to pump heart in this
I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss
And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue
Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you
I had to burn my Glock and earn my spot
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
And start with a new resume, I run into that bitch named Des'ree
She ain't believe my dream was a better way
Prospect'll have to collect dough
Diallin' 905 to L-A-X with somethin' I was trying to drive
A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin' [?]
A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave
[Chorus: Big Punisher]
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm deadly and there ain't no gettin' rid of me
Every man in this world has a destiny
Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me
Unless you just deaf, dumb and blind you know the pedigree
Better get ready because I'm dead in the middle of little Italy
*phone conversation*
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Big Daddy Kane
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Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire
So here I am, boomin like an amplifier
I clear my throat, then I float like a boat
Note for note, what I wrote you can't quote or even tote
Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete
Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready
Grippin to play the part to prove that I'm in command
The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for
King Asiatic, Nobody's Equal
Or Non-Equivalent, or Natural Ebony
Or Now Effective, or Never Ever
Pick your definition and put it together
Cause it still comes out tastin' like chocolate
With the finesse MCs never got with
Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first
They know that it only takes Kane one verse
So here's the microphone, show me what you can do
And uhh {yawn} wake me up when you're through
Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow
To show a pro and let em all know
That any MC trying to be this lyrical
Should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle
I wouldn't let a rapper go one round
I'm knockin them down, just like Jim Brown
So Mister Cee, let the music play
And here's what I want y'all to say
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon like you should)
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (uhh!)
Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana
Here's a rap avalanche, MCs travel and
Run-run for shelter, cause they don't have a chance
Any MC caught talkin' out of turn
I straighten em out just like a perm
Now let's take a second, just to recollect it
Give a little shout to the rappers that's out
Like all the East coast, MCs of today
From Run-D.M.C. on down to Kid'n'Play
The ladies like Salt-N-Pepa to Latifah
Who showed the power of a woman and me a believer
Now backtrack with the musical jewel
And say peace to the old school
And all praises due to the L.A. crew
You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through
I can't forget the brothers that's down in Miami
You're still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy
Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff
If you ask me, it's just a bunch of makeup
There's a lot of caucasian kids that don't even know me
Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie
I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes
Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn't say Hammer Time
That's not a diss to my Oaktown friend
Just telling you how it is in the musical biz
Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry
Becomes a friend of me
And Mister Cee, let the music play
And here's what I want y'all to say
Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (nanana)
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon won'tcha c'mon)
Ooh! (ohhh) Aah! (uhhh)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)
Ooh! Aah!
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Run
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[Verse 1]
Hard times spreading just like the flu
Watch out homeboy, don't let it catch you
P-p-p-prices go up, don't let your pocket go down
When you got short money you're stuck on the ground
Turn around, get ready, keep your eye on the clock
And be on point for the future shock
[Refrain]
Hard times
Hard times
[Verse 2]
Hard times are coming to your town
So stay alert, don't let them get you down
They tell you times are tough, you hear that times are hard
But when you work for that ace you know you pulled the right card
Hard times got our pockets all in chains
I'll tell you what, homeboy, it don't have my brain
All day I have to work at my peak
Because I need that dollar every day of the week
[Refrain]
Hard times
Hard times
[Verse 3]
Hard times can take you on a natural trip
So keep your balance, and don't you slip
Hard times is nothing new on me
I'm gonna use my strong mentality
Like the cream of the crop, like the crop of the cream
B-b-b-beating hard times, that is my theme
Hard times in life, hard times in death
I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath
[Refrain]
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Onyx
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[Intro: Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee}]
(Yo what's up baby?)
Ay yo Stick man, shit is fucked up!
(Who the fuck this?)
It's fuckin Fredro man!
(Yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.)
It's my fuckin word, Sticky, man!
(Yo what's up nigga?)
Muthafuckas wetted everything out there
(What the fuck you talkin about?)
Muthafuckas is dead, son!
(Yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!)
Word to fuckin mother man!
(Just tell me what happened, god.)
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee}]
It had to be about eight o'clock (Uh huh, uh huh)
When niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
(What? Who got shot?)
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one three five
I heard he might not survive (Aw, damn)
He caught one in his leg
Two shots hit him in his upper (What?)
Part of his chest, two inches above his vest
Heard you next (I'm next?)
That's the word in the projects
(What? Them niggas ain't no threat
They'll whole set'll get wet
Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggas meet me at Veronica's)
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga I'm out
{Let me talk to him, let me talk to him}
Yo yo Stick hold up, yo yo yo Stick, talk to Son
(Aight, aight) Don't even wet that done, yo I'm bringin mad guns
{Ay yo Stick, that's my word
It might be them niggas from Riverside
Cuz I heard they knew somethin
About how my little nigga died}
(Who who, little Dave with the red car?)
{Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head}
(Aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it's time to flip
And I'll see y'all niggas later, be safe)
{No doubt, aight kid}
Then they jumped in the Expo
Aiyyo Son slow down, we got mad techs yo
Fuck that I'm vexed yo!
Yeah I know, I know but chill, let alone and chill
We meet the gods so we can bill on these niggas for real
It was a half an hour drive 'fore they finally arrive
Veronica came to the door, she smiled and said
[Veronica]
Hi, hi! Step inside, get out the rain get dry
Sticky's in the back playing pool by the sauna
[Verse 2: Fredro Starr (Sticky Fingaz) {Sonsee} *Veronica*]
We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
(Yo what's up?) Yo nigga what's up
(You know I don't give a fuck
Them niggas time's up
You got them two nines or what?)
No doubt, I bought it all out
{Kid I'm ready to go to war!}
(Ay yo yo yo, chill let's play it smart
And catch em by surprise
We'll do it on the ninjas
In the mornin before the sunrise
Ay yo Veronica, *Yes?* yo gimme some beers
And cook me some food, I'm starvin)
*Ok, alright darlin*
Yo Stick, what's up with this bitch?
(I'm startin to like this chick)
Yo she a bad bitch
{Yeah, plus her dad is rich}
(Yo fuck it, rack it up
C'mon lemme bust your ass
Nine ball)
Yeah aight, put your money where your mouth is
Winner take all
{Ay yo, I got next, pass me a Beck's and a philly
Cuz this L we bout to puff is for my nigga Billy}
A hour passed
*Dinner's ready* What's to eat?
*I made spaghetti in clam sauce*
(See? She know I'm the damn boss)
*I'ma go upstairs and lay down
You guys enjoy your meal*
{Yo how many rooms this spot got? This crib is ill}
Ay yo this food is slammin, god
She cook like she black
(Yeah, and after this I'mma go upstairs and tear out her back)
*It's me, Veronica. Yeah they're all here right now
Ok, alright*
(Veronica? *Huh?* Who was that?)
*Oh, oh just my dad*
(C'mere my little freak dog, why you lookin so sad?
You want daddy to cheer you up?
You know you like when I spank you
So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles)
(After three nut, then fell the fuck out
Cuz in the mornin gotta take care of this b-i
No doubt)
Wake up motherfuckers!
[Fredro Starr]
Oh shit! What did I see?
Five niggas pointin guns at me (.?.) and Sonsee
*Fuck that! Shut the fuck up!
Nigga get the fuck on the floor!*
Hit me dead in the jaw
With the chrome four four
[Sticky Fingaz]
Woke up the next mornin, couldn't hardly sleep last night
Oh shit my two nines is missin, wait something ain't right
Where the fuck that bitch go? Damn that ho!
Wait, I know, that bitch in the kitchen praly makin me something to eat
But still wearin my heat
Fuck it I'mma wake these niggas up so we can go hit the street
I went downstairs, couldn't believe my eyes
I seen Veronica with three guys twice my size
They all had guns but I was gatless
Last thing I saw was the kid with the scar
And then I seen blackness
Remember thinkin', how the fuck they know?
Oh, Veronica
Oh, Veronica, Veronica
[Repeat 6X]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Three 6 Mafia
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[Hook: Buckshotz sample]
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Now that- now that motherfuckers get the feelin' of this shit
This shit so funky cause we underneath the grounds of Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large, I keep you hataz out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that gauge
My niggas from the Three 6 click, they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me, I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna gossip, he say, she say this and that
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit, quit fakin' just cause da Three 6 Mafia coming nine-six to two G's bitch
Ms. Lady Gangsta on that weed, kickin' real shit
Just to let you know I barr no hoe, come on the scenery
Scenery, filled with red dots, infrared beams
Now where you gon' go? You can't hide, your life is over kid
It's time for the killin' cause you have fucked up with the wrong ass bitch
[Hook: Buckshotz sample]
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Mane this nigga killin' me, tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes off hisself, plus he gotta call drunk to get a ride
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best talkin' about, bout my tape
The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape, knowin' he sweet as cake
The type ah nigga to tell these hoes that he's about to blow the fuck up
The only blowin' up bitch you doin' is when I stick the grenade in your butt
Since smokin' them mega blunts I can tell, fool, who's a liar
I saw you for real, hit that ill shit you Primo buyer
Juice Mane I know what you sayin', these hoes be killin' me ever so softly
But little do the bitch boy know I be sellin' his verses cassette or tape afterly
Don't forget about the day you were in rage after you got that page
From a doctor from the health department tellin' you you are infected wid AIDS
This homeboy only car was a Maverick that he bought 'fore that, too funny
That he got fucked signin' his contract - you bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy
Let the nigga think he got big time cars, still put 'em on dem CD's
Dumb nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
[Hook: Buckshotz]
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian-Arabic-Iraqie-Iranian-South American-Cuban-Guerilla-Colombian-Muslim, a subgroup maniac
Comin' to rip your damn head off your neck, put your heart in a bag, then I sprinkle yo ash
Headin' straight to tha headquarter, chief on the blunt of the Indica down in my stash
I reside in the insane asylum, the bodies I pile 'em on Infamous Island
Where there is no smilin', the niggas buck-wildin', the weapons are silenced
There's nothing but violence!
Military barbarian, buck 'em and bury 'em
Fuck with the scarier insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em
There's no merry love, only murder blood
Then I take something worse out of all of these hollow points burst and disperse
Going "boom", blastin' bone through the back of your shirt, you be burnt up and buried in dirt, that'll work
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas with shit they can't get with, these bitches they'll never compare
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6, niggas still sufferin' every day man, I swear
I see them fuckin' pray so low they better lay
It happens everyday, don't make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out your rib cage
And put ya body in the back of the grey Chevrolet
[Outro: Buckshotz]
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
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Write rap lyrics in the style of The Notorious B.I.G.
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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he)
Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
Nine-fo' (Keep bangin')
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (Uh)
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis?
The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (What?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (Uh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin'
Music blastin', but I just can't quit
Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (That's right)
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh)
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (Come on)
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (Uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3
I got the chronic by the tree cuz (Let's go)
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (Uh), baby (Uh)
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin'
Who they attractin' with that line (What?), "What's your name? What's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (That's right)
And ask you what your interests are, who you be with
Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 (Come on)
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (Uh-huh)
Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G)
A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True)
Forget the telly—we just go to the crib
And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (Come on, yeah)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh)
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
(How you livin', Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes
Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream (Heh)
Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (That's right) (What?)
Choppin' Os (Uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos
Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows (All a nigga knows)
A foolish pleasure? Whatever
I had to find the buried treasure (For what?), so grams I had to measure
However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend
[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
Yeah, honey, check it
Tell your friends to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit, we can do this every weekend (That's right), alright?
Is that aight wit' you?
Yeah, keep bangin'
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh)
[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it out
Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Represent, baby, baby, uh
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Partnerz In Kryme
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[Refrain]
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
[Verse 1]
On the half shell, they're the heroes four
In this day and age who could ask for more?
The crime wave is high with muggings mysterious
All police and detectives are furious
Cause they can't find the source
Of this lethally evil force
This is serious so give me a quarter
I was a witness, get me a reporter!
Call April O'Neil in on this case, and
You'd better hurry up, there's no time to waste!
We need help, like quick, on the double
Have pity on the city, man it's in trouble!
We need heroes like the Lone Ranger
When Tonto came pronto, when there was danger
They didn't say they'd be there in half an hour
Cause they displayed...Turtle Power!
[Refrain]
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
[Verse 2]
Now our ace reporter was hot on the trail
Determined to put these crooks in jail
She spied the bad guys and saw what happened
But before she knew it, she fell in a trap and got caught!
Yeah, she was all alone
With no friends, and no phone
Now this was beyond her worst dreams
Cause she was cornered by some wayward teens
Headed by Shredder they were anything but good
Misguided, unloved, they called them The Foot
They could terrorize and be angry youths, and
They mugged the people. Who needed proof?
Then from out of the dark came an awesome sound!
Shouted "Cowabunga!" as they hit the ground
From the field of weeds the heroes rescued the flower
Cause they possessed...Turtle Power!
[Refrain]
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
Do you stand for what you believe in?
And find the strength to do what's right?
That's TURTLE POWER!
[Verse 3]
Heroes on a half shell, they're on a mission
When there's a battle got the enemy wishin'
That they stayed at home, instead of fightin'
These ninja masters with moves like lightnin'
They were once normal, but now they're mutants
Splinter's the teacher so they are the students
Leonardo, Michaelangelo, and Donatello
Make up the team with one other fellow
Raphael. He's the leader of the group
Transformed from the norm by the nuclear goop
Pizza's the food that's sure to please
These ninjas are into pepperoni and cheese
Back to the story, it's not hard to find
Ninjas not just of the body but of the mind
Those are the words that their master instructed
But a letter from Shredder has Splinter abducted
That was the last straw, spring into action
Step on The Foot, now they're gonna lose traction
Now this is for real, so you fight for justice
Your shell is hard so you shout, "They can't dust us off!
Like some old coffee table."
Since you've been born you've been willing and able
To defeat the sneak, protect the weak
Fight for rights and your freedom to speak
Now the villain is chillin' so you make a stand
Back to the wall, put your sword in your hand
Remember the words of your teacher, your master:
Evil moves fast, but good moves faster
Than light, shining for your illumination
Good versus evil equals confrontation
So when you're in trouble
Don't give in and go sour
Try to rely on YOUR...Turtle Power!
[Refrain to fade]
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
T-U-R-T-L-E Power!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
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Write rap lyrics in the style of JAY-Z
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[Intro: Jay-Z & DJ Clue]
Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla..
With William H. Holla
The world's most infamous
The Holla family nigga
Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon
Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel!
Stick to the script!
We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script
Remember where you heard it first.. stupid!
Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
DJ Clue!
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (DJ Clue)]
YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!)
I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!)
I rock my jewels (JEWELS!) I'm not a fool (FOOL!)
In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (ha hah!)
When I'm skatin' through the city and I stop and kick it
Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?
I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mime I gotta watch you snitches
And I stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs
I seen niggas go from handlin' birds to ramblin' words
To the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand
And it was all good just a week ago
We lost Ty and E, but we still eatin' though
For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets
Til we reach Malik or the date of E's release
Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin' reefer over
To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
Three, hommies under the belt, three extra clip
We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script
C'mon!
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckas"}
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "You in the streets nigga, make your moves"}
{*scratch* "Y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this Dynasty thing"}
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Geah, uh-huh
Yeah, money over bitches nigga
{*scratch* "This Philly cat back- back at it"}
Stick to the script, yo
Ayo, they don't call me Mack for nuttin'
I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mack be frontin'
But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin
Take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind
Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again
You can be my ho, bitch, I can't make you my friend
Because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit
I don't need you, let welfare feed you
Mack'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip
I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks
I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit
I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts
Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you
Only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal
"Shake that ass (yeah), watch yourself
(Yeah) show me what you workin' with but wash yourself"
Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah), man, I roll with a sturdy click
That'll murder shit, empty clips, you never heard a spit
Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit
Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit
Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops
Shit I'm tryin' to get down, cop and upset blocks
Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick
Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script, nigga
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script...
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch
We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon
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Write rap lyrics in the style of The Roots
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[Hook x4]
I remain calm, lyrically, I got the bomb
When you put me on, I remain calm
[Verse 1: Malik B.]
It's the 'I Remain Calm', but for jerks that erk
Come out my humble, go berzerk
And make you swallow your smirk
I splurge most and bash, capacities mass
I fascinate as I assassinate and show task
Characters and egos get crushed in trust
And my words stampede like herds in the dusk
Cream of all crops, topics I drop with Trotter
When heated up, I gets hotter 'cause I'm proper
You never knew the levitude the clever few
Different tax for revenue, man, if you ever knew
The tac-tic, strategies of word ca-pa-bil-ities, display, decease
The rhythm, and man, how it swerved and curved
Made a nigga's dream but his hope deferred and stirred
Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic's and No. 2 pencils
My credentials flow on instrumentals
I write an anthem, throw a tantrum and remain handsome
Mysterious vibes like I was The Phantom
Erupt abruptly, then conduct, amaze
You're fucked when the lyrics get buck because I graze
Never animosity, on my property
Niggas acropoly, or they feel extreme monstrosity
Wreak and leak out the verbals, Akhi, don't forget it
The chief of edit, the Malik'll shred it, yeah, I said it!
[Hook x4]
I remain calm, lyrically, I got the bomb
When you put me on, I remain calm
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
That nigga Thought flows like a river, I deliver styles like Domino's
Eyes closed, I inhale equality, follow me now, son
Listen, my divisions advance, I surpass one half of the rap mass
The other half want my autograph
Because I got soul, plus a ghetto stroll similar to Shaft
It's the mic rapers, splittin' Phillies in the cellar
My a capella verse can stomp, I delete comp
My rated-X larynx wrecks your context
I'm complex, confusin', lyrically amusin'
I drink brews then when I'm groovin', I'm no longer human
I'd like to take this time to give a shout to all the money makers
In the house galore, they help me turn it out
I whip the cap to the back, I'm laid back like your gramps
I make niggas embarrassed like they spendin' food stamps
I take my time when I rhyme lovely, me, nah like ugly
Like, God, we get odd to ill rhythms
Rappers thinkin' of steppin' up, what the fuck you doin?
I amplify the hymn to bring your empire to ruin
Who's your girl screwin', fellas? Jealous because I'm fly?
Keep my sneakers dry when you cry-baby
See, I can have you headin' for the border like a refugee from Haiti
Aiyyo, this brother drivin' my cab tried to flip
Sayin', "Pay me in advance" - I asked him if he ever danced
In the dark with the rap devil Black Thought
See, niggas who get caught off guard remain scarred
Ear to ear, with headphones remainin' on they domes, they hear
I resound and astound and scare
I reign terror into another nigga rap era
My rhymes sedate, I lubricate like Aloe Vera
I'm extreme, restin' in the land of the plot and the scheme
Peace to Bed, Shedroch and the Equal Team
[Hook x12]
I remain calm, lyrically, I got the bomb
When you put me on, I remain calm
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Write rap lyrics in the style of 50 Cent
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[Verse 1]
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie?
My watch saying "Hi shorty, we could be friends"
My whip saying "Quit playing, bitch, get in"
My earring saying "We can hit the mall together"
Shorty, it's only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas, y'all know my style
Your wrist "bling bling", my shit "bling blaow"
My pinky ring talk, it say "Fifty, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man, he gon' bump my shit
See, I'm a liar, man, I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear
You tryna play me, I'ma blaze you then
My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in
[Hook]
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
[Verse 2]
New York niggas copy niggas like it's all good
Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bammer
I'm from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar (Woo)
See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go head and front
I go and pop the trunk, come back, pull out and dump (Yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad, chump (Uh-huh)
Don't make me hit you up, these shells'll split you up
I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get you up
See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real gutter, man; the hood love me, man
Don't make me show up in your crib like bruh-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
CO screaming, "Shut the fuck up!" in the bing
[Hook]
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
[Verse 3]
I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday; Thursday, I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway (Woo!)
Shawty, she could tell you 'bout my dick game (Yeah)
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work, man
[Hook]
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Red Cafe
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[Hook]
Money money money, money money money (x8)
[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Yeah, everyday I hustle, everyday I'm gettin' money
If her pussy good then everyday I'm spendin' money
Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag
I ain't got credit but your dog got cash
Money money money, stay out of my lane
Your team runnin' laps, my team run the game
This is America, ain't shit free
I need my money tall, at least six-three
[Bridge: Red Cafe]
Blocka blocka blocka, money money money
Any given day, I'm pourin' honey on your honey
And I murder everybody, okay, everybody say it
(Money money money) if you broke, I'm sorry
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Diddy]
Yeah, yeah
It's Bad Boy bitch! Take that (Let's go!)
Wake up in the morning, take a money shower
Now I'm smellin' like money, got the money and the power (Yeah)
Ba-Bad Boy money (Uh-huh) Martin and Will (That's right)
My face good money, they should put me on the bill (C'mon)
I pioneered the jets and the yachts and the choppers (You know it)
Crushin' model chicks, throwin' minks on the toddlers (You know it)
NASDAQ money, Dow Jones Combs (C'mon man)
Money money money, motherfucker daddy's home (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Red Cafe]
Cash Money, Young Money, Bad Boy money
Shorty said I boss, never throw toy money
So, blah, blah, motherfucker, I'm ill
Make that thing bounce with these hundred dollar bills
Now I'm gettin' money, I ball
I remember I ain't had no money at all
Now I'm so shallow, name-brand apparel
I'm that new-new err'day, wan' battle? Huh?!
[Bridge]
[Verse 4: Fabolous]
Clap for that money like the booty on shawty then
Y'all just keep clappin', studio, audience
Told her stretch it out like she doin' an accordion
And bust it, bust it, bust it like she snuck a Glock-40 in
Daddy gon' show you bitches how being spoiled feel
I got millions to waste, young oil field
Married to the money (money) faithful to the millions (millions)
Got my money up (up) safe is in the ceiling
[Hook]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of DJ Quik
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[Verse 1]
Now let's get down to business, bitches!
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Nine, ten—Eiht, you can't win
'Cause all the way around, nigga, I gets respect
And you's a nigga that can't even get no props in yo' set
Tragniew Park you say, huh?
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar, Maple, Spruce, Cedar, Elm
Westside Trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So niggas watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggas comin'
And you looked like yo' bitch-ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
(Yo, whatup?) And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you
Changed your little pager number (punk-ass!)
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, you's a clown
I'ma call you Theo 'cause you weigh 92.3 pounds
Wack-ass actor, movie script killer
Fool, don't you know? Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy, you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down, you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggas with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot yo' mothafuckin' ass to the Moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
[Hook]
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
[Verse 2]
Now I'ma swing it to the right and
Right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and
Cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No, better yet T-T-P, or the niggas that look up to me
I make it my business to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever, well, that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand
That there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and
Depositin fat checks and
Gettin' mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Doin' what I wanna, and you's a goner, nigga
For thinkin' that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' 'Yac with all my niggas 'cause it's to the good
So don't knock it 'til you try it
'Cause Eiht, he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put the P in it, represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum, little pest
If it don't make dollars, nigga, you know the rest
[Hook]
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
[Verse 3]
Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie-ass niggas keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik
Ain't your average everyday motherfucker (hah)
Slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first, you little trick-ass ho
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck
'Cause when I caught yo' ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence you left speedin'
You ain't no fuckin' killer, you's a comedian, biatch!
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name with your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue?
Yeah, you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin' on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a real killer
Tell me, did you feel a little nervous? (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest
Hmm, whatchu gon' do? Where was your niggas that kill at?
You ain't got no killers, so kill dat!
Holdin' up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, biatch!
[Hook]
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playing wit'cho punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
[Outro]
Shouts goes out to my well-known road dog
What's up Donzelle Tru?
They don't understand it, baby, they can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (biatch!)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides, whassup, niggas?
And my nigga big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin'-ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin on Wax"
Yeah, if you remember, 1987 underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Twista
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[Intro: Jim Jonsin & Trey Songz]
Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin in this
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Ay baby
[Hook: Twista & Trey Songz]
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her she like, oh, when we cut it's like, oh-oh
Then she got me sayin', "Girl, tonight"
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her she like, oh, when we cut it's like, oh
Then she got me sayin', "Girl, tonight"
[Verse 1: Twista & (Trey Songz)]
It's getting late, lil mama, we been in the club too long
Let me take you out to my home, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get you out that thong
When are you gon' really make up ya mind shorty? See Twista work that steel
Now can I get up in it from behind shorty, show you what I'm workin' with
Come on, let me take you to the penthouse suite
Pull out some old school Marvin Gaye and put it on repeat
Now shorty come in, show me you can take it boo
(Lemmme fuck you first now girl)
Show me what you can do
(Come and fuck me reverse now, girl)
Doing things that'll get you gone, when we on the couch I can make you moan
Eat you up when we in the kitchen, let you get on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster, that's when I dug deeper
Now every time I see her, I gots to freak her 'cause
[Hook: Twista & Trey Songz]
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her she like, oh, when we cut it's like, oh-oh
Then she got me sayin', "Girl, tonight"
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her she like, oh, when we cut it's like, oh
Then she got me sayin', "Girl, tonight, yeah"
[Verse 2: Twista & Trey Songz]
Make her feel like she popped the pill, got her feelin' ecstasy
Took her to the bedroom, about to make her an Overnight Celebrity
I finna get up in the sack and I hope you ready for me girl
Finna hit it from the back, while I'm bumpin' "Ready for the World"
I want you to hold me, while I'm kissin' all over ya body slowly
Give it to you like a O.G, in and out
In, out, show me how you work them walls
Up, down, show me how you work them jaws
And in the bed when the faucet run, you will catch that drain
That's why I love gettin' freaky with you 'cause you's a nasty thang
Shorty, please, let's ride
In, out, show me how you work them walls
Up, down
[Hook: Twista & Trey Songz]
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her she like, oh, when we cut it's like, oh-oh
Then she got me sayin', "Girl, tonight"
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her she like, oh, when we cut it's like, oh
Then she got me sayin', "Girl, tonight"
[Bridge: Twista & (Trey Songz)]
Hit it to that Joceci, hit it to that Jagged Edge
Hit it to that New Edition, get you get that cool it boo
(Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang no)
See how I do it, to it when I sip some do it to it fluid
Hit it to some Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang no)
When I touch her she like
See how I do it to it, gotta sip that fluid
[Outro: Trey Songz]
Said, don't you worry bout a damn thing
No, no, no, no, no, no, girl
When I hug her, when I love her
When I touch her she like ooh
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Nas
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[Produced by Dame Grease]
[Intro: Nas]
Where my real niggas at
There's a lot of real niggas out there
There's a lot of real niggas everywhere
That's why you don't fuck with just anybody
A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin'
Not botherin' nobody, until one muthafucka fuck with 'em
And then all hell break loose
[Chorus: Nas]
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
[Verse 1: Grand Wizard]
Well known gangstas, entrust, that we bust
Your heart and soul lies with us, let's see
Boldly go where we once took a nigga before
Now the motherfucker beggin' for more
It's Thorazine
Standin' here shakin', hatin' the haters, they watchin' my paper
Realize, a 4-5 will open his eyes
Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop?
Nigga standin' there just like a cop
Braveheart I'm screamin up the block
Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact
Don't let me get up and show y'all muthafuckas respect
Plans connect
The twinklin' diamonds upon my neck
More Jazz than Hornacek
I blast, leave your corner wet
Straight on top of ya
Spittin' like the Trench Coat Mafia
In a schoolyard, we make it hard
What's poppin' y'all?
We made our change; what's stoppin' y'all?
They spray y'all names Rest in Peace on the project wall
[Chorus: Nas]
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
[Verse 2: Horse]
I wave gang signs at the youth, that's down for the cause
Sling them things 'til the very end, you better get yours
Time is runnin' out
Your streets is gettin' smaller as we speak
Giuliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep
I miss the shit out of David Dinkins
Please free John Gotti
They kept the black man eatin', not killin' everybody
Drug wars is real
You have no friends in the outfield
Foul balls is death, umpires keep ice grills
There's no tomorrow, it's the bottom of the 9-9
Can't die a broke man with a bitch that's fine
My heart's full of braveness, so who the fuck will want to save this
Fallen angel from fallen, startin' chaos on this nation
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin'
You could find us in the hood, thuggin' and regulatin'
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin'
You could find us in the hood, thuggin' and regulatin'
[Chorus: Nas]
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
[Verse 3: Jungle]
Yo, we here to eat food, my peoples be lethal
Shots in your body make you see-through
Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas
25 to life bid, never cry niggas
Floss when they up north
Chest gettin' bigger
Celebs on the V.I., respect that nigga
Reggy on the regular, chops it up, like a editor
Come through one man gang like The Predator
If your wake, I'll wet it up, Jungle set it up
The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin' at you
Air out your area, Queensbridge forever, what
Ill Will the label
Bravehearts, y'all scared of us
[Verse 4: Nas]
Yo, when those niggas ran, these niggas stayed
When those niggas switched up and bitched up afraid
These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge
Those niggas got jail and sick 'cause we paid
Don't even rep QB, you ain't got hood stripes
Looters come through catch you frontin' and it's goodnight
Know how much force this is
Jungle, Horse, and Wiz
Nothin' but horses, kid
We go to war for this
[Chorus: Nas]
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones who get killed
It's wild where we walk, kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Eazy-E
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[Girl]
O.k. have to hear it
Let me hear it
[Eazy-E]
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy, O.k
And that's the way I like it
You know that's right right
Alright can I kick it
I mean can I stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright I want you to turn
Round and let me hit it from the back ok
Alright you like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can I eat it, I mean can I lick it
Can I stick my tongue all in it
[*E and the girl going at it*]
[Girl]
Like it like that, baby
(You know this feels good)
Yes baby
Right there Right there uuh
[*moaning*]
[Girl]
Oh yeah baby
Oh yeah
Oh Eric
[-*Cut Off*-]
[Eazy-E Speaks]
As I was sayin' before about this other bitch
That's fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassing her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassing her give a nigga some pussy
Know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
But anyway bitch probably lyin' anyway you know what I mean
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Ghostface Killah
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[Verse 1: GZA]
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Bees they swarm
Hold up, the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in Hip Hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan'll make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the Rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo..
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs
Masqueradin' X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Dazs goggles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Neiman Marcus out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow
Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggas like, Tango and Cash
Alcatraz cats roll out fast..
[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore
We tryin to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggas with toast
'Cause we got clientele, we lay it down flat
Pulled out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Fakin' the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us like we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue
Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through
Fat shit, fatter than all y'all nigga’s outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
[Verse 5: Masta Killa]
Yo, sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you're shot
Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest
[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]
Skip to the intro, rap through post
Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' half tied, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick
Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights
Too bright, Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood
Bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax
Roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's
Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu
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Write rap lyrics in the style of D12
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[Eminem]
Ballz, Ballz, Ballz
Ballz, Ballz, Ballz
You'll never touch my
[Hook: Eminem]
Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough
You're standing tough
But you know that no matter what
You'll never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz, ballz
Ballz, ballz, ballz
You'll never touch my ballz
[Swift]
I see you ain't a player, you ain't balling
And I don't even care who the hell you call in
In this game, it ain't no talking
You can get it started, I nail the coffin
And all I here is "get your man up off him!"
So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talking
And I ain't gotta prove you nothing
I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons
[Bizarre]
This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit (MARSHALL!)
So I played my position and don't make a move
Been doing this for years, my team we can't lose (D12!)
And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard
9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard
Hut one, hut two, I'm ready
Hike, give the ball to Nelly
And nobody out there feels me
Take this ball, you have to kill me
And any player in my way, I'm folding
Damn it, caught holding
[Hook]
[Eminem]
Football, Football, I love football
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole, son of a bitch
Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek?
Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak
Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly
That didn't work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut, hurry up
I'm reaching up another grown man's butt
Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
But Jesus, he hikes, I think I can feel his balls
My dick is long as it is hard, yeah, so are my balls
It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard
That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
Our own 5 and our timeouts are gone
Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball
To the sideline to Von, he steps out of bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
Call another huddle, we're down by six
The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
But he's so god dang high that he trips
Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips
And runs the ball all the way down to the one
But he don't get in, but all we need is a put, put.. *mumbles*
But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God dammit I'mma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybody's laughing now, no timeouts and its now fourth down
We're never gonna make it, wait, I just got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long
I'mma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you with no pants on
Ass out with a flopping schlong, touchdown! Yeah, I told you
It's the longest yard
[Hook]
[Kuniva]
The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
I'mma run through all of yall, yall just soft
Even though my cleats is kicking up mud
It's more traction for me, I'm stiff arming punks
High stepping through the end zone
I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone
It's time to rumble, no time to fumble
And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble
Playing ball with killers, my team's the realest
Three time offenders, even drug dealers
One of the best running backs there never was
Moving like Barry Sanders, leaving you in the dust
[Proof]
Yak is high, I got the highest yak
Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
Bizarre snap like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier than spider back
Eying my eye, a Mack truck trying to sack us
No matter how big they flying backwards
Wide receiver receiving wide
For every stride in my life, yo, I breathe and die
[Kon Artis]
Defense is playing a pass
Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43)
That means that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell
My tracks burn turf when they excel
I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare
And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair
Now I'm flying through the air like a superhero
They can use this pose for a box of cereal
I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio
For being the best player on my team, what?
As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the screen go run run
Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!)
Then I do the ninety shuffle so
[Hook]
[Eminem]
Footballs
I'm talking about footballs, dude
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Write rap lyrics in the style of DJ Quik
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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove
My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin' yo' ugly bitch move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you motherfuckers thinkin' you wanna fade me?
I'm runnin' the underground, so fool, you're crazy
And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch
And tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin' yo' bitch
Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin' a nose
And umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
Chasin' nothin' but the suckas when we hit yo' spot
Yeah, straight Bronx killa, mark ass niggas can't check me
But gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky
[Hook]
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah
[Verse 2]
Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin' streets
People be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me shit like, "When your new album comin' out?"
"Is it different?" "Is it dope?" "Where yo' perm?"
What you talkin' bout?
I know you don't expect that a nigga gon' quit
Bein' nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the dope-ass hits
Cause DJ Quik is a name that I take much much pride in
No egoes to hide in and no limos to ride in
Maybe a Cutlass or two, but still the same ol' shit
And me unclever? No never, I'll have this talent forever
The producer get funky down to the last ounce
And I'm creative too - so I don't need "Mo' Bounce"
But to you suckas in my city claimin' I got a "Def Wish"
You should try again fool, you ain't hittin' near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who ain't Fonky
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now when you records ain't that funky then it's easy to disrespect this
Cause you know that when I hit I didn't miss
Just like that "I'm Born and Raised," you wish you could fade
And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, Tim
Cause we ain't goin' out and we ain't stuck in that old school shit
That boring flavour that just don't hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo' style is through
And if your record ain't sellin' well fool I thought you knew
That this is straight Bronx killa, straight Bronx murda
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' shit don't bump
And 'member the "Jack the Rapper"? Yeah, your punk ass sat
That's when my homeboy D, was bout to flatten yo' cap
And you apologized to him, started kissin' his ass
Sayin' you only dissed Compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
But you ain't movin' shit on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that ain't Fonky
[Hook]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Fabe
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[Intro]
Ouais, micro test 1-2
Le genre qu’on gère est un mystère qu’ils ont pas découvert
[Couplet 1]
Je persévère, balance du son façon trop sévère
Le faux devient vert et aussitôt il en perd ses vers
Façon père sévère, je veux pas que mon fils devienne mercenaire
Je veux qu'il aime sa mère et son dictionnaire
Visionnaire, missionnaire, idées fixées
Prêt à vexer si ton questionnaire commence à me plaire
J'opère, pépère, si tu fais l'affaire frère
Ta part du bénéf' faut que tu récupères
Un monde austère, mais je serre les poings
Les coudes et les dents, ris-Pa résident, ça semble évident...
[Refrain]
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
Le mec qui a du sang-froid, que tu sens froid et distant
L’impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
« Qu’est-ce qu’il y a ? Tu veux mon nom ? C’est Befa »
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
Le mec qui a du sang-froid, que tu sens froid et distant
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
« Un impertinent de plus faisant face aux conséquences »
[Couplet 2]
Ma façon d'envisager le rap est élémentaire
Par contre quand j'ai fini mon couplet c'est sans commentaires !
Documentaire, comme la BU de la fac de Nanterre
Mensonges on enterre, envoie les mauvais songes en Enfer
Persévère, pour qu'unité soit entité, que la réussite choque
1, 2 ça suffit pas ! Ca me suffit pas
J'en veux plus des frères qui réussissent, des pneus qui crissent, des virages
Que nos vœux ne soient plus des mirages
Des visages joyeux, paysages soyeux
Mon vieux, mieux vaut tard que jamais, j-e
T'avoue que je crois pas au monde merveilleux ici-bas
Les belles images, c'est pour Sony et Toshiba, Paribas
Passe à l'action, je fais mon boulot
Remplace tise et bêtises par montée de l'oscilloscope
Syncope prévue pour droiter l'extrême
Je m’incruste en intrus, envoie l'instru, me voilà sur la scène
[Refrain]
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
Le mec qui a du sang-froid, que tu sens froid et distant
L’impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
« Qu’est-ce qu’il y a ? Tu veux mon nom ? C’est Befa »
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
Le mec qui a du sang-froid, que tu sens froid et distant
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
« Un impertinent de plus faisant face aux conséquences »
[Couplet 3]
Si Jean-Marie courait aussi vite que je l'emmerde, il serait tellement loin
Avant je les détestais mais aujourd'hui je les aime tellement moins
C'est physique, biologique, au bleu, blanc, rouge je suis allergique
Microphone branché, je me sens tellement bien
Je leur en fais baver, ces navets, je peux les braver
La vie est une manif', la France une vitre et moi un pavé
Un raz-de-marée sur un village de politiciens
Ils volent tellement qu'ils savent pas nager !
PD.. G de l'entreprise de l'impertinence
Provoque l'incontinence des vieillards séniles à la présidence
Qu'est-ce que t'en penses ?
Si c'est du bien parles-en autour de toi, faut que ça avance
Bef’ dans la place, je vous tire ma révérence
[Refrain]
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
Le mec qui a du sang-froid, que tu sens froid et distant
L’impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
« Qu’est-ce qu’il y a ? Tu veux mon nom ? C’est Befa »
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
Le mec qui a du sang-froid, que tu sens froid et distant
L'impertinent, celui qui écrit une lettre au président
« Un impertinent de plus faisant face aux conséquences »
[Outro]
Scred Connexion, HH, dans la place mon reuf’
Ouais, 9-8, Koma, Haroun, Kless-mo, ça se passe par là
Écoute ça, jamais dans la tendance mais toujours dans la bonne direction !
« Befa, l’impertinent… »
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Ghostface Killah
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[Verse: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, I'm lost underwater
I see a pink door with a crystal handle, so I keep swimming
Amazed that I'm not drowning
Butterflies took control when I arrived, I opened the door
No I knocked first, I'm not on my turf
I seen a ray of lights that resemble live fireworks
Some mermaids with Halle Berry haircuts flashing
They tail like follow me now, don't be afraid
I'mma show you where all the djinns and spirits pray
If you scared to face this life you shouldn't stay
So I kept on swimming, grabbed on to her fin to help me out
As we got close I seen the boat all shot up with his anchor out
Then she asked me politely what I'm thinking about, I said nothing
She said nothing leaves nothing
If you feel me I bet this'll bring that out
I seen rubies, diamonds, smothered under octopus
Jellyfish sharks soar, aquaproof pocketbook
Pearls on the mermaid girls
Gucci belts that they rock for no reason from a different world
Up ahead lies Noah's Ark, but that's waves away
And way to the right, that's one of our bangin spas
She quoted I took notice, Spongebob in the Bentley Coupe
Bangin the Isleys, he slow backed up
Then he passed me swoop, seen his chick eyein me hard
He got vexed and smacked his boo
Took off, continued my travels
Seen a rock from the Titanic, looking fat and nah it wasn't damaged
Then I seen somethin real big
Sky blue and gold with whitewalls, behind a large city
That was lost before Christ walked the walk
Upon the waters that's so bright
Everytime we got close the mermaid held on tight
All I heard was "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"
"Bismillah ar-Rahman, ar-Raheem, Allah screamed"
That we heard from afar, everyone selat
In the world's banginest mosque got crowded in
With life that I can't explain
They said sir yes I'm glad you came, greeted me with Qu'rans and Torahs
Prayed after that we said amen
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Aesop Rock
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[Intro: Blueprint]
Yeah
Shit-talk extraordinaire
Print-motherfucking-matic
I got like eight bars to kill
Time to spill
I'm in the place with motherfuckin' Aes Rizzle
Aes-Riggidy-Rock
You know what I'm saying?
The engineer, obsession right here
Uh huh
Like this
[Verse 1: Blueprint]
I spit with an immense amount of power
Sparks flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our
Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours
Now or, never, ever, ending on a bad note
Ripping a crab's throat, for spitting a bad quote
(Blueprint what's your approach?)
I smash black folk and white folk alike for jokes with mics
And make a Kodak moment out of the most boring open mic
I'll make a sad fan appreciate rap again
Fuck around and forget just how whack it's been
I'm a bad man (Why's that?)
I catch bullets in my molars, body slam boas
And take flight with the weight of the world on my shoulders
And play David Blaine on any chains that hold us
What started out as food for thought
Turned into thoughts to turnin' crews into food in hopes to satisfy my
Insatiable appetite to dine on lifeforms, small planets and satellites
Your solar system is my condiment;
I vomit comets, and don't sweat the small things and nonsense
Every dog has his day and even more so in rhyming
So I decided that I'd never play the fire hydrant
Or grab the mic sounding lazy, worn down and tired;
Cats don't really fall off they just get uninspired
But before you, get a reason to ever diss us
I'll drop an ill LP and disappear like Bobby Fischer
But this is, the building block of all that is
And what it is, is Alchemy
[Chorus: Aesop Rock & Blueprint]
Alchemy, basic with a touch of wild wonder
Alchemy, we made this to take your style under
Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp, tight grip
Determined not to let time slip
This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all its glory
Alchemy, hold it from the colder sob story
Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp; tight grip
Determined not to let time slip
[Aesop Rock]
(Ah) Dirty (dirty) destiny;
Burden murders with a burnt version of peasantry
Nervous clerks flirtin' with hurly burly chemistry
Graffiti burner urchin merging with a certain herd to jerk and serve your centerpiece
My zig-zag bully balance gallops with a fiery outline bound and bomb y'all pastel poets belly up (I'll tell you what)
Born style in 4 dimensions count 'em:
Three to take 'em to ya muck, one to build a world you'll never touch and I'm a pilot
Delirium, serum, poison arrangement
Come browse through an idyllic storm and suck the raw enslavement
With a grim-style stinger creeping out the basement
Encased in wild ritualistic visions of sacrificial bitch cadence
For all my iron giant soldiers with a metal fist up shielding mother nature
From a fatal wrist cut, story, I respect you
(So why they blaming you for the cats that sleep while the earth turns?)
Yeah I had em' up all night praying I'd re-release Music For Earthworms
Breathe even or lean squeamish, grip milestone like ring ring ring I just called to scream phoenix click dial tone
Welcome to a cloud 12 brutal hallucination war pillar
Carnivore, carnival, karma slasher
I dash like a jackrabbit that orbits revelation with a single pounce
To Edward Scissorhands your string of doubts and turn it out
This is that Mighty Casey homefield advantage to bend your blizzard
With a crocodile smile and five robot knuckles to your kisser
This is
[Chorus: Aesop Rock & Blueprint]
Alchemy, basic with a touch of wild wonder
Alchemy, we made this to take your style under
Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp, tight grip
Determined not to let time slip
This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all its glory
Alchemy, hold it from the colder sob story
Metal frame, walking through a metal game with a limp; tight grip
Determined not to let time slip
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Kendrick Lamar
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[Samples]
[Intro]
September 22nd, 2009
Kendrick Lamar
To... to...
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you
Scared of you but I will fight you
I stare at the ceiling and think about you
Curiosity killing me, thinking of when I'ma meet you
You introduced yourself to so many others, mothers, sisters and brothers, children and babies drive me crazy I wonder
Why you love people that love people that do right?
Is it rocket science to you or is it just your type?
One of my biggest fears, is waking up 4 in the morning and gotta hear you met one of my peers
Or maybe a family member that you thought was cool
Or maybe a person that I'll never meet 'cause of you
You, son of a bitch and I wish you never existed
And I swear I'd blow your brains out if you pay me a visit
But that's not realistic, 'cause you'll never rot
But I'ma still send this letter off
P.O. Box, and when you get it....
[Hook]
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Because it's personal
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Let me continue this letter saying I don't like you
Scared of you but I will fight you
Should be ashamed of the moves you make
The pain you bring, the sorrow and the hearts you break
Everyday you remind me that you're always there
'Cause every time I come around someone's getting shot down
And all I say is a prayer, "so help me, Lord!"
Then the Lord talk back, "I can't help you, boy!"
That's fucked up, my life's fucked, was cursed before birth
And what's fucked up, I gotta live my life with the hurt
Of knowing that you're everlasting
Dwelling upon the masses
Of the Earth fatal assassins
Snatchin' bodies
Probably, on my notepad as I write
Why the fuck you wanna take my life?
Sooner or later, I'm tired and weary and my gray hairs are not in my favor
So when I write on this paper
It's real talk
So...
[Hook]
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Because it's personal
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar as Death]
Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you too
And the reason we haven't met because I've been busy doing whatever since grade school
I've watched your every move
You slipped up a few times, I gave you a pass
So don't say I ain't sympathetic
But you can barely get curiosity, I'ma dead it
Everybody wanna know why I act this way
Let's just say... I had a bad day
Matter fact, everyday
But I take it out on somebody and you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade
I was born to be a killjoy, I'm an old brat
Conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at?
Not me, see me? I'm just doing my job
And you ducking me? Is mos def an odd
So why send this letter as if I never knew you?
I rather knock on your door and just hand it to you
[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
It's everywhere
The streets, the corners, the coroners, the morgues, the cemeteries, hospitals
Heard about it when I was little
Tomorrow's not promised, 'cause any day can be knocking at your front door
War, genocide, homicide, suicide all coincide
Signed and sealed by the living
Make it, don't take it
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
Because it's personal
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Atmosphere
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[Verse 1: Slug]
A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
And she treats me like some type of common vagrant
I see her every day, but there's nothing to say
Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe
I only get to sit if I buy something to eat
Otherwise it's best to keep my feet moving down that street
And god damn she's a hard bitch
Talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage
Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers
You ain't got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work
It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake
But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway
And by the way, I can see it in your eyes
You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
I bet you hate every man that you date
And you're probably addicted to all types of escape
You take it out on me that you're all alone
When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
Watch the tone when you speak to old folks
I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold
[Spoken]
Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy
I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily
If you and I can't co-exist, let's fake it
'Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship
[Verse 2: Slug]
I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me
And transport me to the ever after happily
Maybe reincarnated with luck
Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup
She said she's had it up to here
She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear
I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath
I give her stress for the reaction that it gets
I got a pocket full of panhandled money
On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
In front of everyone she calls me bum
But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come
So here I am, thorn in her hip
Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
Ignoring the insults and evil eyes
I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize
That she's the only reason I visit
The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence
And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it
Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it
So there it is and I have to live with it
I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't
In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water
Thinking: "Damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter"
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Lupe Fiasco
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[Hook]
The champ is here
[Verse 1]
Flow can't be seen
Like it took one in the face
I'm heavy nigga, tow can't be seen
Like I'm repossessing a Chevy nigga
Don't hang with those niggas those can't be safe
Even in they panic rooms
I will soon be forest to the floor of this
Stethoscope to the door of it
Listenin for the break
And I don't care how long gettin the combination takes
I be concentrating on the crack, get it straight
I was so high up the food chain that which I mentioned before
I ain't know how to make
I master shake like Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Already number one in the hood, G
It's like my third deal off Could Be
Get it focused, one of the coldest you gonna run across
Like it was stolen from a under boss
Spent for stack and sold to another boy
He might never get it back
So whoever got it getting whacked if they ever get caught
Now that's what I call reaction to a chain snatching
Game got bout as much compassion as The Passion
So it gotta make a comeback, just like a champion
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I run it back to that last piece of action
My necklace was took-en by detective
I don't stress it I just gather up my essence
As real as the view through my Cartier correctives, yeah
But now back to the punchin
Back to flo' like crunching
Got a 6 pack on the low now I'm sunk in
Look like I'm driving from the back seat
With a bird shotgun like I'm hunting
You see what happened
I made a call, and she got fly
I was pumping, hit her up
Then I sent my dog to go and pick her up
Camouflaged fitted cut to the left velours, how I did it up
And to the whole Westside, I tip it up
And over to the single baby mama with no job that gotta WIC it up
To all my niggas in the CCDOC waiting on they quick collect to come
So they can live it up
And to my niggas that liquor they livers up and distribute cut in the belly
Sit it up
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
In the abdomen is Madison from which I came
But this my gang
FNF crew, first and fifteen
Bear arms like Labatt Blue
Oh yes its bullets in the toasters as many as the clips that the gun hold
And they itchin to come up out the magazine like the posters that unfold
So my heat like Tigerbeat
I got the shotgun and the driver's seat
So if Lupe's a coupe, my man is a sedan
If there's more than 2 of us, then you up against a van
If I'm leavin, then you leavin
If your niggas wanna come, y'all can ride with me
It's just gonna be a lot of squeezin
Ya understand?
That I don't need Caroline calculator to divide defeat
Just lean a little closer
The flows are his as roses is
So override your pride and decide retreat
It's suicide to meet
Like a broke stock broker and a sidewalk
Y'all niggas ain't fly as me
That's why I defy physics and y'all niggas collidin, peace
I'm up here with the Leers
Y'all down down there with the airs
Emperors in the mirror, you're playing with a pair
Nigga I is we
Twice the MC like mc-squared
Trust, I make it relate
I got the poker-face and I'm hiding a flush
Still riding the beat
With a air that still smells like roses from André 3000
My housing surroundings is what made me me
And that's two times the G
You see how I doubled that the third time, nigga please
[Hook]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Run
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[Intro: Run & D.M.C.]
We have (“Say what?”) a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight, but I want y’all to know one thing, this is my house. And when I say who’s house, y’all know what time it is
[Chorus: Run & D.M.C.]
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house
[Verse 1: Run]
Ah, once again my friend, not a trend for then
They said, rap was crap, but never had this band
Till the ruler came with a cooler name
Made ya dance and prance and drove the fans insane
Name is Run my son, number one for fun
Not a gun, that’s done, and get done by none
The other act, in fact, ya just wack I kill (Why?)
It’s fun, my son, and Run heads the bill
[Chorus: Run & D.M.C.]
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
[Post-Chorus: D.M.C.]
I’m in the house y’all
I’m in the house y’all
And this is how D.M.C. will turn it out y’all
I’m in the house y’all
I’m in the house y’all
And this is what D.M.C. be about y’all
[Verse 2: D.M.C.]
Well my name is DMC, the all-time great (great)
I bust the most rhymes in New York state (state)
Reporters clock (clock), producers jock (jock)
They want to be down with the ki-i-ing
The wanted man (man) from the wanted clan (clan)
Wanted by every fan (fan) across the land (land)
Not a G.A.N.G. off the street (street)
(R-U-N-D-M-C complete!)
[Chorus: Run & D.M.C.]
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
[Scratches: Jams Master Jay]
“Run—Run—Run-Run-Run—Run”
“Run—Run—Run-Run-Run”
[Interlude: D.M.C. & Slick Rick sample]
Get on the mic and (MC)
[Verse 3: Run]
Another time I take for the rhyme I make
Make me mad and sad, because the fad is fake
See I do this thing, so come pursue this king
One minor rhyme is all you just bring
Cause I’m the best I’m def, ask the rest they left
That’s my name, my game, and we don’t need the ref
So get the booze you lose and suckas close your mouth
I set a trap for rap thats crap, it’s Run’s house
[Chorus: Run & D.M.C.]
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
[Verse 4: D.M.C.]
Some underestimate and miscalculate
My intent to create what I call the great
Till I make a song (song) that I prove ‘em wrong (wrong)
See my song so strong it’ll make em come along (long)
Come in the door (door), get on the floor (floor)
Hard rock hard hitting hip hop hardcore (core)
Causing casualties and catastrophes
And tragedies for the suck emcees
Using strategies to get the best of me
You dirty rat emcees, whoever you may be
You need to go down south (south)
You need to shut your mouth (mouth)
It’s all about no doubt, just shout, cause we turn it out
[Chorus: Run & D.M.C.]
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
Whose house? (“Say what?”)
Run’s house (“Say what?”)
[Scratches: Jam Master Jay]
“Say what? Say what?”
“Say what? Say what?”
“Say what?”
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Write rap lyrics in the style of K'naan
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[Verse 1]
Basically, I got beef
I wanna talk to you directly
I can't ignore, I can't escape
And that's cause you affect me
You cripple me, you shackle me
You shatter my whole future in front of me
This energy is killing me
I gotta let it pour like blood, soobax
[Refrain x2]
Nagala soobax, nagala soobax
Dadkii waa dhibtee nagala soobax
Dhibkii waa batee nagla soobax
Dhiigi waad qubtee nagala soobax
[Verse 2]
So for real, who's to blame
We lose lives over Qabiil's name
Disregard for the soul
We just don't give a fuck no more
Left alone, all alone
Settle your issues on your own
What to do, where to go
I got to be a refugee damn, soobax
[Refrain]
[Verse 3]
Mogadishu used to be
A place where the world would come to see
Jaziira, sugunto liida, wardhiigleey iyo Madiina
Hargeysa, Boosaaso, Baardheere iyo Berbera
My skin needs to feel the sand, the sun
I'm tired of the cold, goddamn soobax
[Refrain]
[Verse 4]
I guess I could use the last bar to flow
I'm known as a lyrical rhyme domino
I'm cynical, well, oh, now you know
Put a whole in an emcee like Cheerio
They don't hear me though
I work for the struggle
I don't work for dough
I mean what I say
I don't do it for show
Somalia needs all gunmen right out the door
[Refrain]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Method Man
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[Hook: Method Man & Carlton Fisk]
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Here comes the ruckus, the motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut-throats and crumb-snatching fuckers
Straight from the brain, I'll be giving you the pain, anger
Coming from the 36th Chamber, bang!
Tical, hitting with the Buddha-Fist style
Shotgun slamming in your chestpiece, plow!
Frame is blown all over the terrain
Like a man without no arms you can't hang
Time for a change of the guard
You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!
[Verse 2: Carlton Fisk]
Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clicking, running with my clan we be sticking
Whatever, my street family stays together
Represent what I invent, Killa Hill resident
Rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code, style ‒ it's mad ‒ P.L.O
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab the nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
[Verse 3: Method Man, Carlton Fisk]
I can't get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lasting
Long, unless they get protection for real
Strong, coming with my Clan so what's happening
Commercial rap, hate it with a passion
The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking
O.E. all night in a M.P.V
Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing
Bitches know the hour, it be time for some action
P.L.O., peace to that nigga Berriano
What up, Fisk? Take him to the bridge, Verrazano
[Hook: Carlton Fisk]
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Army of the Pharaohs
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[Intro: Doap Nixon]
Uh! A-O-T-P in this nigga!
We don't rumble no more!
I will take it back and disrespect a nigga sliding 'fore I pull that ratchet out!
I'm going in! Uh!
[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]
Why you runnin' with those lames that's tapped out
A-O-T-P is front line with they MACs out
And we don't rumble no more, we coming for war
I can hit from a long range, don't care if you draw
And uh, your eyes can't hit what they can't see
The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene
And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked
My whole team got laced, half of them rich
The other half, originate from the best part
My right hook'll leave your face covered with stretch-marks
When the swelling go down, I'm telling you clowns
My next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds
And uh, this is warfare, niggas in war gear
The A-O-T-P whole roster is all here
So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog
I had my nigga Reef tie your moms to a tree with barbs
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
The heavy metal king hold big shit I cock the heaters
Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans, and the pasta eaters
Every move I make righteous, God Allah can see us
Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus
Peace to every man, woman, and child
To Muhammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
You a swine eater, that means all your energy foul
I'm a divine leader, that means all my enemies bow
Yeah, but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now
Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child (Yeah!)
[Verse 3: Planetary]
Behold a Pale Horse, y'all niggas is runnin' the frail course (Get up!)
Ain't nothing better than smellin' the stale corpse
Depicted through your skeleton, wear elegant gloves
Purple blood on the fingers we locked from Hell and above
(The shell from a slug) Turn grizzly bears into cubs
I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the clubs
(It's nothin' to us!) We bustin' militant verses
Belligerent syndicate, we spit the gift and the curses
You niggas worthless, I seen you in your cypher with your backpack
I'm way past that, may God strike ya!
You sounded like you was readin', you was off-beat even
So you left with your jaw leakin', I punished 'em all speakin'
We all beefin', niggas is runnin' rampant
I curve verbs, the type that can serve Sampras
Y'all all infantile niggas in Pampers
There's no cure to my sickness, I'm rap's cancer
[Verse 4: King Syze (Demoz)]
Let's get it crackin', what happened to all of y'all?
These QD stars got the people screaming for encore
We love raw, direct, uncut raw
And ya little particles, we bound to dust and mop
Rap shit is my rope and I ain't givin' it slack
Main question in the air, "Man, who bringin' it back?"
Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust"
Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust
Don't ever strike me, rolling with Crypt, that's more than likely
My daily operation for the cash on the nightly
We all icy, hustle just for the grams
And breakin' bread with the Pharaohs, man that's part of the plan (It go, it go, it go, it go, Demoz!)
[Verse 5: Demoz]
Food off your plate I scrape, I will never cater
Demoz tryin' to come up, like a elevator
Green money, make paper, like I own a forest
He's funny, rap name should be Martin Lawrence
Never hated, I ain't tryna say I never made it
Man, my confidence is high like it's medicated
Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain
I'm off the wall like in memory of my name
Versatile with the flow, they all the same
Ghetto can't walk right, I borrow the cane
Raincoat, umbrella, stop all your rain
The industry a buffet, I eat all I can
So fuck if you next and fuck a duet (Let's go!)
You niggas don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope!)
Man you DVD rappers sound uncomfortable, bet (Why?)
This not a exercise tape, why you bustin' a sweat nigga? (Why, nigga?)
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Method Man & Redman
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[Intro: Redman (Method Man)]
Straight up, nigga
Brick City on fire, nigga
We on fire, nigga
(Beast shit) yeah
(Oh yeah, my mic sound real nice, check it)
(Yeah, uh, ok) yessir
Hot off the press, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Redman]
Check out the, main attraction, black man in action
The orangutan that remain a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right Vein to tap in
Cuz hip hop is lame, the whole game is lacking
I make my commission off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors like Club Nouveau
But I pimp it like my ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love them hoes
Each flow that I'm spitting sound malnutrition
But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I mean business
We got beef for the teeth of soy bean niggas
Redman & Method Man, stay in the lab
America meet the new Tango & Cash
Hip hop is in trouble, I stay on the path
Rappers wanna feature me, I'm like give me the math
I'm like "nah", I'mma keep it funky, nigga
Talk 20, cuz for money, I'm a junkie nigga
[Hook: Method Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's what the say)
(Frank Lucas with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle stuck in the arm
Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cuz I'm
I'm dope, nigga (nodding out to my dope
(Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
[Verse 2: Method Man]
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
I might cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal with fickle minds cuz I'm too official with mine
Put your nose in my notebook and go 'head sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's prime
While the game is on it's decline, bitches on my define
I find rhyming easy, but I ain't easy to find
Number one on my to do list, please believe me, it's crime
Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know that
I'mma vet or what to do with me, yet, go 'head and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames
I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better with brain
Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in your lane
Know your net-worth, now back to the script, like I was saying
[Hook: Method Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's what the say)
(Frank Lucas with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle stuck in the arm
Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cuz I'm
I'm dope, nigga (nodding out to my dope
(Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
[Verse 3: Redman]
The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, let's get together
It took a '90's boy, to flow in your era
Niggas never saw me when I write, and signed in a letter
I was born the son of Helen Keller
My skin is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella
She like the way car wheels flip the propellers
I 'stay fly' like Three 6, someone tell her
Doc & Meth tough like Run-DMC leather
[Verse 4: Method Man]
I'm the king of rock, dimes, grams and ki's
Cuz the world don't give a fuck if I got a fam to feed
This a heroin dream, smash up a fiend
You can see this pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean
Yeah, back for a fit, back on my shit
Got my ex from back in the days, even back on my dick
This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super size
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cuz I'm
[Hook: Method Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's what the say)
(Frank Lucas with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle stuck in the arm
Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cuz I'm
I'm dope, nigga (nodding out to my dope
(Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
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Write rap lyrics in the style of 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
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[Intro: Tech N9ne]
See we tryna make all the Biancas and Beatrices shake that ass to the 5-6 Villians bitch, hahaha, y'all don't feel me? This how real 5-6 Vills do it, nigga. Like this
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
We got that weed that ain't no punk (Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
Pumpin' highlanders in the trunk (Let's get fucked up)
[Verse 1: Bakarii]
Nigga, This is Kansas City (You got me fucked up)
Highland and Short Nitty (Nigga we can knuckle up)
I got fifty-six with me (Strickly for my rouges)
With me until they lift me (We can meet for shows)
I see they lovin' us (So let the world know)
They hoes is fuckin' us (If not, they hoes go)
My villains and me yellin' (We relish until we perish)
Original rock wellers (My niggas and me releasin')
Bone and CD's (With money steady increasin')
For hooligans like me (Money by all means)
Focused on paper daily (Smokin' on collard greens)
But mobbin' off in a eighty (56th and highland)
Livin' and never die (Young, heartless tyrants)
[Spoken: Bakarii & {TXX Will}]
Man y'all gone fuck or what? (Let's get fucked up)
{I don't think they are, man} (Let's get fucked up)
Bitches gotta get out if they ain't gone fuck you know what I'm sayin' (Here comes T-Will)
[Verse 2: TXX Will]
(Here comes T-Will)
Bringing the heat from the streets (I'm a 5-6 Vill)
You wanna drink come with me (Now I'm rollin' with my dawgs)
Nigga where y'all 'bout to be? (On our way around the park)
Nigga, you go get the weed (Now the party's on)
Got the liquor and the hoes (And it won't be long)
Before we gettin' 'em out they clothes (Nigga show some love)
Where the weed? Pass the bud (The hoes wanna fuck)
If you can't fuck, pass the rug (Let a real nigga do it)
'Cause you know I ain't no punk (Off the fifty-one fluid)
Gettin' blowed, getting drunk (Spittin' shit, sparkin' blunts)
That's all a nigga do (If I get too drunk)
Rogue doggin' it with my crew (Never givin' a fuck)
Now my head startin' to spin (Don't wanna upchuck)
Open a window, I need some wind (Now I'm on the floor)
Nigga, leave me alone (You don't need no more)
Too drunk to drive home
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
We got that weed that ain't no punk (Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
Pumpin' highlanders in the trunk (Let's get fucked up)
[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Got these dogs on a hunt (Let's get fucked up)
Smokin' them honey Cognac blunts (Let's get fucked up)
Tried to quit, but now I'm back (Still gettin' fucked up)
Pump them heater, spray the pack (Mic check one, two)
It's them Rouge Dog Villains (And we come for you)
Stick em up, touch the ceiling (Let's all get drunk)
I got the thick one in the back (And I wanna get fucked)
First night, like a mac (Fuck a hoe, neva' trust)
We all about the bucks (Cock it back and kick it clutched)
So them fakers can't touch (Master blaster cause disaster)
I wanna go out in a blaze (Set the glass on the dasher)
Paw prints on my gauge (So much money to be made)
Let's all get paid (Get the clutch of red spaids)
Good fellas on a rain (Hungry, hungry eat 'em up)
It's a must that I bust (When I'm on stage, on my nuts)
Let's get fucked up!
[Verse 4: Short Nitty]
(Nigga I will dump)
I got my thang off in the trunk (I ain't lookin' for no funk)
Tryna find some hoes to fuck (Man, I want my johnson sucked)
Bakarii's puffin' on the blunt (While I'm steady gettin' drunk)
As we swerve off in the 'burb (Rimmy got my hoppin' curves)
Now I'm smashin' to the land (Fifty-six with my mans)
Now my pistol's close at hand (Heard these haters makin' plans)
Tryna' get me for my grands (It's the world of Short Nitty)
Now I got my villains with me (On the corner, countin' my scrill)
On a mission, around the balls (Got to pick up one more dog)
He's over from Ike's up from Paul's (Man, I'm speakin' of Donny Questions)
Y'all done heard him on them records (And he gets them bitches naked)
Man, let me hit it for a second
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
We got that weed that ain't no punk (Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
Pumpin' highlanders in the trunk (Let's get fucked up)
[Verse 5: Tech N9ne]
(Nina, give me 1-5-1)
With that pineapple up straight (Plus that Malibu Rum)
Got these hoes and I can't wait (Yum's make me cum)
And the know what I want to do (Get y'all straight stuck)
Get 'em all of Caribou Lou (So I can fuck)
When I'm rollin' with my dogs (Hit the 'burb on swole)
Bitches know that we hogs (So they dress like hoes)
They keep comin' out them draws (They don't get ner' dime)
And if you ain't with it, fuck y'all (Y'all don't know Tech N9ne)
I'ma highlander, 'til I die (On Midwest Side)
Never gettin' drunk, I'm gettin' high (Bumpin' cloudy eyed)
Givin' mean mugs to my foes (We can all square off)
Nigga we'll fight all of y'all hoes (We don't neva' wanna talk)
Now the parties hella packed (Hoes straight star struck)
Givin' blow jobs in the back (Bustin' fat ass nuts)
Tell ya partners, tell ya friends (Even though we threw up)
Fuck it tomorrow we do it again! (Let's get fucked up)
[Bridge: tech N9ne]
(5-6 vill)
Yeah, y'all drunk yet?
(5-6 vill)
Y'all high yet?
(5-6 vill)
That's how we do it on 5-6, nigga
(5-6 vill)
Check it
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
(Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
We got that weed that ain't no punk (Let's get fucked up)
Let's get high let's get drunk (Let's get fucked up)
Pumpin' highlanders in the trunk (Let's get fucked up!)
[Outro: Bakarii]
Yeah, nigga (Hahaha) I'm Jad Bakarii
That nigga Short Nitty, Big Scoob, T-Dub, and Tech N9ne!
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Kurtis Blow
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[Hook]
If I ruled the world
I'd love all the girls
Wear diamonds and pearls
If I ruled the world
[Verse 1]
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not running for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see - first it was a dream, I was living in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch limousine, one of those new inventions
It took a few years 'fore the day had come
But I was ruler of the world ranked #1
So I headed towards Washington to claim the crown
Let the whole world know that the King was in town
As I arrived the crowd started to cheer
And then someone yelled out, "The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage to make a speech
About the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
[Hook]
If I ruled the world (huh huh, huh huh huh)
I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!)
Wear diamonds and pearls
If I ruled the world
[Verse 2]
People started flowing as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringing me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, so goodbye to everybody
Tonight I'll see you all at my Super Dinner Party"
And late that night, at my Super Dinner Party
I was dancing to the beat and entertaining: "La-Di-Da-Di"
The music started ending, it was time for a speech
The crowd started sitting as I rose from my feet
And this was once a dream; I explained to the crowd
But now, I rule the world, and I feel, so very proud
Excuse me please for stopping this show
I just had to thank you all, huh, and me so
My first day in office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and voters too
I had so many calls, I didn't know what to do
You know hours passed I continued to work
I signed so many papers, my fingers started to hurt
Then I shook off the pain, say this ain't no thing
'Cause there's nothing in the world like being #1 king!
[Hook]
If I ruled the world (huh huh, huh huh huh)
I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!)
Wear diamonds and pearls (oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If I ruled the world (whoa whoa yeahhhhh)
{AJ Scratch cuts up the track for a bit}
[Verse 3]
Now I rule the world and now, I'm on top
And I'm rolling with folks that could never be stopped
And I'm here to let you know this is where I belong
And to you sucker MC's that sing my song
And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong
And I'ma rock it to you baby baby all night long
And it's a song about love and happiness
In a world of peace and you know that's fresh
Now I'm the king and I want you to know
That I'm the Master Blaster Rapper who's running the show
And to all of you rappers in every country
You better stop what you're doing and listen to me
'Cause we gotta stop war and use unity
To fight crime and hunger and poverty
'Cause the African baby is dying overseas
While you sucker mission politicians busting out Z's
Huh, 20 million people all unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While the poor man can't even deal with life
You know he tried to escape, and smoked the coke on the pipe
And it's time for a CHANGE, to a better way
'Cause the sun has GOTTA shine through the cloudy day
So LISTEN UP world while I teach this class
And take heed to the message or we ain't gonna last
'Cause I know, the solution, is the contribution
Of woman and man to just join the revolution
That'll take your brain to a higher plane
And help you deal in a world that's gone insane
With the problems that I know we can stop
From the ruler of the world and the man on top
But the years went by, and time was up
And then the ruler of the world had ran out of luck
And all the people at the time who said they were my friends
Didn't know me when my job had come to an end
The King who took my place was happy as can be
He was running his mouth like, Muhammad Ali
So I shook his hand calmly as I headed to the door
On my way to the ghetto to treat once more
[Hook]
If I ruled the world (huh huh, huh huh huh)
I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!)
Wear diamonds and pearls (oh yeah yeah)
If I ruled the world (yeahhhhh)
[Hook]
If I ruled the world (if I ruled the world)
I'd love all the girls (I'd love em love em baby!)
Wear diamonds and pearls (oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah)
If I ruled the world (whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Ludacris
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[Produced by Omen]
[Karma] Daddy is that your car on TV?
[Ludacris]
You better believe it is baby
Now go in the other room
It's about to be some grown folks talkin here, okay?
All right
Yeah, things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be (okay)
Like all these fakin ass rappers in this industry (tell 'em!)
Talkin 'bout what they got and they ain't got a damn thang
How you own three cars but you don't own your own name? (woo!)
Get your business right boys, the first class is in session (okay)
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession (hey!)
Start up your own company, trademark the name
That's gon' run ya about a grand so start savin your change (DTP!)
Open a bank account quick and then follow these steps (uh-huh)
Sign yourself TO yourself and start signin ya own checks (woo!)
Hit the booth and start recordin at the speed and need
Whatever gets your juices flowin, could be speed or weed (what else?)
Get it mixed and mastered (hey) pressed up and plastered (okay)
Sell it to your whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard!
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be (hey!)
And in just a couple years you could be rich like me!
[Hook: Ludacris]
But I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is
I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is
[Ludacris]
See mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems (yup)
Their money could be the problem but money can't solve 'em (nope)
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy (woo)
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy (woo!)
I'm close cause those close wanna live off my fame (yup)
And that type of shit ALONE'll drive a nigga insane (crazy!)
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandalous promoters (okay)
Crabs'll try to sue you, magazines'll misquote ya
Most of these label heads, they don't care nothin about ya (nah)
If you stop sellin records they'll act like they don't know ya
It's hard mixin business with pleasure so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other DAY (for real!)
Rappers ain't above the law but our life is so fast
That we got a special task force of police on our ass (true that)
All that, and this is really just the start of it (just the start of it)
Hip-Hop! You really wanna be a part of it?
[Hook: Ludacris]
Woo! I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is
Woo! Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is
Hey hey, I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is
Man this biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is
I'mma give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is
Hey! Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is
[Ludacris]
Let's go!
What's worse than havin no money is havin it and losin it (yup)
What's worse than havin some money is grabbin and abusin it (yup)
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool with him (nah)
I wish his ass well but I don't want NOTHIN to do with him (woo!)
Some don't own they publishin; me? I never fool with 'em (nah)
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em (believe it)
Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant (DTP!)
Unless I'm still in competition with my president (what up Jay?)
And believe that I'm supportin the Hova
Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over (okay!)
But the first rule to accumulation of wealth (what's that?)
Is don't trust nobody but your GOD damned self!
[Hook: Ludacris]
Woo! I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is
Man this biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is
I'mma give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is
I said I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is
I'mma give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is
[Karma] Daddy are you finished with grown folk talk?
[Ludacris]
Yeah baby you can come back in here
Come give Daddy a kiss, you know I love you right?
[Karma] And I love you, always!
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Ice-T
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[Verse 1]
Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes something like them
My boys said, "That ain't you, Ice! That shit sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure facts
Motherfuckers got scared cause they was unprepared
Who would tell it how it really was? Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast, L.A
South Central, fool, where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties, it didn't fit
"6 N' the Mornin," that was the real shit
[Hook]
O.G. Original Gangster
[Verse 2]
When I wrote about parties, someone always died
When I tried to write happy, yo, I knew I lied
'Cause, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind?
A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats
A little different than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane, drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there knows that
Life ain't so lovely on the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint, you'll be coming out feet first
So I blast the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill and other times buckwild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker if I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and your cap's peeled
I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At dropping it straight, point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fucking joke, this shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T, O.G
[Hook}
[Verse 3]
Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me and said, "Hey yo, Ice
We don't think you're down. What set ya claiming?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aiming!
Dumb motherfucker, try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
And hoodlums and hustlers and bangers with jheri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back and I got theirs too
Fight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga but they just didn't figure
That my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type prankster."
I'm Ice-T, the original gangster
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
So step to me if you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's going right thru
This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me
Without respect from streets, so I don't claim be
The hardest motherfucker on earth
Catch me slipping, I can't even get worked
But I don't slip that often, there's a coffin
Waiting for the brother who comes off soft when
The real fucking shit goes down, take a look around
All them pussies can be found
They talk a mean fight but fight like hoes
I'm from South Central, fool, where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast you'll get whiplash
Numbers on your rooftop for when the copters pass
Gangbangers don't carry no switchblades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war
Hostages tied up and shot in the liquor store
Nobody gives a fuck
"The children have to go to school!" Well, moms, good luck!
Cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun and the good times
But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
L.A. (*bang!*) that was a shotgun!
[Hook]
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Twista
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[Produced by Kanye West]
[Intro: Twista]
Oh you didn't think we could do it again
Twista, Kanye West, from Po Pimpin' to Poppin' Tags
From Champions to Slow Jammin', oh baby
We can even make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm saying? Come on
[Chorus: Kanye West & Twista]
Why don't we play something these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista, you told her, right?
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice like Kobe wife
We sorta like Goldie, right?
The way we mold 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
[Verse 1: Twista]
Girl I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains
Put you in a chameleon '04 Range
Still sexy when you smoke that flame
Jerk it like a chicken when you throw that thang
She got me hotter than a oven the way that she talk
Switching to freaky so I'm loving the way that she walk
You looking good, girl, you oughta be in pictures
Listen to me, I see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas on some Johnny Gill
Steady screaming, "My, my, my, my"
Walk on the carpet with the diamonds that flick in the dark
Kicking it on the couch at 106 & Park
I can see your beauty on the big screen
I can see me freaking you with whipped cream
I can see you on stage at the awards
With a dress better than Jennifer's and doing big things
Kick it with me, I can mold your life
You looking good girl, show you right
Dre told me you the prototype
I can make you a celebrity overnight
[Chorus: Kanye West & Twista]
Why don't we play something these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista, you told her, right?
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice like Kobe wife
We sorta like Goldie, right?
The way we mold 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Why don't we play something these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista, you told her, right?
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice like Kobe wife
We sorta like Goldie, right?
The way we mold 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
[Verse 2: Twista]
You want fame, you can take that path
Candlelights 'fore you take a bath
You got such a sensational ass
I'ma get you Jimmy Choo and Marc Jacob bags
I can cop her a 2003
Make her smile when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CDs and DVDs
Take you to BeBe's and BCBG
I can get you into places to be into
The people to know or show you things to get into
I wanna be your lover and your confidant
And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you
If you want the style, you can get ya girl
Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body
I can see ya in some Gucci or Robert Cavalli
And I bet she gon' put a hurt on 'em hard in the party
And you know you kill 'em in the club we go
You was born to be a pro, how you pose taking photos
And I love you cause you freaky with the door closed
Drop it to the flo', let that go when you roll slow
And I love it when I hit it from the back
And you get on top of me and have a brother going "Oh-oh"
Girl I love how you roll me right
I can make you a celebrity overnight
[Chorus: Kanye West & Twista]
Why don't we play something these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista, you told her, right?
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice like Kobe wife
We sorta like Goldie, right?
The way we mold 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
[Interlude: Twista]
You see, see baby girl
You see how you make a brother break down
I just gotta ask you, what you need?
What you need from me? Oh you wanna be a star?
Are you messing with the right one?
I can take you there, I can make sure
You've got all the finest things
Let me be your manager
[Outro: Twista]
Come here girl, I could see you bored
Turn you to the queen that I see you for
Take you shopping on sprees in stores
I'ma get you to the MTV Awards
We about to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Come here girl, you could hang if you bored
We could do plenty things plus more
I'm about to have you changin' in stores
I can even get you to the Soul Train Awards
We about to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight
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Write rap lyrics in the style of MC Jin
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[Intro]
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings coming to your house by me is over
[Refrain]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna be Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
[Verse 1]
This Hip-Hop shit could fuck up your head man
I know a bunch of Crips that love Redman
Blood Walk in New York, man, things done change
Stop, the Chinks be all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, I watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much cess got me seein' slow motion
Eyes barely open with a roach roastin'
And your girl, she loves the Jin ocean (Ah)
Rub it on her body like Body Shop lotion
What's the commotion, you never seen me
The original chinky-eyed emcee
You don't want to step to the army
And Double-R rank refugee
And the barrel of the gun is gonna make you speak
Another language
And amigo I ain't talking about Spanish
[Refrain]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna be Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
[Verse 2]
This one goes out to those that order four chicken wings
And pork fried rice and throw dice
In the hood, you think this is all good
Till the cowboys roll through like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would come to Chinatown
Get lost in town, end up in the lost and found
Eyewitnesses, you must be crazy
We don't speak English, we speak Chinese
And the only po-po we know is the pigs on the hood out in the window
Every time they harass me, I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads
I ain't ya 50 Cent, I ain't ya Eminem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks surprised in the palm of my hands
You know what's next, safe sex
I'll be damned if I sleep in the flesh with the insect
(Woman singing)
(Jin speaking Chinese: This one sounds good. Let's give her a call on the phone.)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things
(Jin speaking Chinese: Really)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things
[Verse 3]
The moral of the story is
Don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think he's fam, but he's really undercover
I saw his name on the affidavit
It was written in Chinese and this is what he said:
(Jin Speaking Chinese: The chinese restaurant is closing soon)
Bring about some local hooligans and thugs so
Catch them at midnight when they close the shop up
Reading the Ten Commandments, cooking the crock up
Biggie Smalls posters are all over the walls
If they think you'd save me the bullet, it's so over ya'll
Me, I'm just Jin just doing my thang
Just doing my thang, just doing my thang
Why is there beef everywhere I go?
I'm drunk skewing, can't we all get along
My ladies with the thongs, my thugs with the firearms
[Refrain (variant & Wyclef)]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (All the ghetto)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (All the suburb)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese (Refugees)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Jin speaking Chinese: dai lo)
Ya'll gonna be Chinese (Jin speaking Chinese: Hurry, get out of here)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
(Woman singing)
[Refrain]
[Wyclef]
The game will never be the same
(Jin speaking Chinese: I already played the game)
Double-R refugees
(Jin speaking Chinese: Let's go home)
First Chinese rapper
First Haitian rapper
Refugees
(Jin speaking Chinese: Chinatown)
(Jin speaking Chinese: I already played the game)
(Jin speaking Chinese: That's it)
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Gorillaz
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[Intro: Maseo & 2-D]
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
(Change, change, change, change)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
(Change, change, change, change)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
[Verse 1: 2-D]
City's breaking down on a camel's back
They just have to go, 'cause they don't know wack
So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see
And you won't get out the county 'cause you're damned and free
You got a new horizon, its ephemeral style
A melancholy town where we never smile
And all I wanna hear is the message beep
My dreams, they've got to kiss me 'cause I don't get to sleep, no
(*beep*)
[Chorus: 2-D]
Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever, hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down
Love forever, love is free
Let's turn forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
Laughin' gas, these hazmats, fast cats
Linin' 'em up like ass cracks
Play these ponies at the track
It's my chocolate attack
Shit, I'm steppin' in the heart of this here (Yeah)
Care Bear repping in harder this year (Yeah)
Watch me as I gravitate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Yo, we gon' ghost town this Motown
With yo' sound, you in the blink
Gon' bite the dust, can't fight with us
With yo' sound, you kill the Inc
So don't stop, get it, get it (Get it)
Until you're cheddar headed
And watch the way I navigate, hahahahaha
(Ha! Haha! Haha! Haha! Ha!)
[Refrain: 2-D]
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
[Chorus: 2-D]
Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever, hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down
Love forever, love is free
Let's turn forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?
[Outro: Trugoy the Dove & 2-D]
Don't stop, get it, get it, peep how your captain's in it
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Steady, watch me navigate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Don't stop, get it, get it, peep how your captain's in it
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Steady, watch me navigate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahaha!)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahaha!)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahaha!)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahahahahaha!)
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Write rap lyrics in the style of Ma$e
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[Intro: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
Uh, this is what I sound like after 5 years (You back, kid)
Now why do I feel I still got the flow? (You back, kid, Bad Boy for real, let's go, let's go!)
[Verse 1: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
Before '99 I was born again (Uh)
Five years later and I'm on again (Uh-huh)
Man I think I'm born to win (Let's work)
Me broke? That's a oxymoron (Yeah)
Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on (Haha)
G-4 is what I soar on, uh (Uh)
You thinkin I ain't hot, you so wrong (So wrong)
Sorry for the prolong, but now life goes on (Let's go, ow!)
Long list of hits and it goes on (Uh)
I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star
And man I'm gettin' a million a bar (That's right)
Indeed I need not take no lie (Uh-huh)
Man, ya'll gone make me cry
It's kinda eerie when you hear me, your hair stand up (Yeah, uh-huh)
Been a change of plan, rip your old plan up (That's right)
Instead of hatin', help me lift the big man up (As we proceed!)
[Chorus: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
Awake these people up (C'mon!)
And show them they keep dreamin' (Yeah)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Awake these people up (Betha, I like this one!)
And show them they keep dreamin' (M. Della, for real, Bad Boy!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
[Verse 2: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
Some days I make thousands, some days I make millions (Let's go, yeah)
Spend my day chillin', coupes with suede ceilin's (What's that?)
Everybody out there wanna know what Ma$e got (What?)
Way hot, gray drop Maybach, gray yacht (Woo!)
And that's just the way it be (Yeah)
Favor, people wanna pay for me (Hahahaha)
When I'm in Mr. Chows, they waive the fee (Yeah)
And I don't chase money, man, money chase me (That's raw)
I give my wife things that she dream and more (C'mon)
I give a little bit, and she fiend for more (Lets go)
I'm back like Moses to bring the law (C'mon)
Brand new Saint Ma$e in mean velour (What?)
I had bling before you ever seen the tour (Haha)
Fans from Iran to Singapore (Yeah, c'mon)
And grown men beg me to bring them on tour (Take that, take that)
Even if it mean they gotta sleep on the floor (Take another one, let's go!)
[Chorus: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
Awake these people up (As we proceed!)
And show them they keep dreamin' (Let's go!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Awake these people up (This for real, Bad Boy collaboration)
And show them they keep dreamin' (Ow!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go (Work!)
[Verse 3: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
I used to be the guy, stood next to Diddy (Yeah)
Crucified for bringin' sex in the city (C'mon)
Even though the girls think I'm extra pretty (Hah!)
How I know? I ain't got no extra with me, oh (C'mon)
With a fist tight flow, with a wrist like whoa (Yeah)
What if this might blow, ain't no "if I", no (Uh-huh, ha!)
I'm the man that planned a way (C'mon)
This ain't my life, I don't plan to stay (Say what?)
Put up a good fight, like its Mandalay (Say what?)
Hate the game, but it made a man of me (C'mon)
Gone for a while, its like I ran away
God time now, and I don't plan to play (Uh-huh)
I'm only here for the one thing you lack (Don't play, yeah)
To make DJ scratch, "Is he—is he back?" (Uh-huh)
Kids in the hood stutter, "It's—it's a fact" (Yeah)
It's the kid resurrected, it's—it's a wrap (Haha, as we proceed!)
[Chorus: Ma$e and P. Diddy]
Awake these people up (To give you what you need!)
And show them they keep dreamin' (He's back!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Awake these people up (I wanna see y'all out there!)
And show them they keep dreamin' (Let's work, people, let's work now!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go (Go!)
Awake these people up (Let's work, wake up!)
And show them they keep dreamin' (Turn the lights on somebody!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go (Let's work!)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go (Let's work!)
Awake these people up (Haha)
And show them they keep dreamin' (I like this right here, I like this right here)
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
Breathe, stretch, shake, let it go (For real, Bad Boy, let's work!)
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