It's 2008, You Contrarian-Ass Mutha!

If you admire somebody, you should go ahead and tell 'em
Nobody gets the flowers while they can still smell 'em

rev u 2 futuristic homes

2 Futuristic sounds like the name of a pop-rap group from 1992.

ha

Like, wasn't Candyman in 2 Futuristic?

one of the dudes from quad city djs is called c.c. lemonhead

Synonymous with the apocalypse,
Look up the clouds is ominous,
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit,
We still waiting for the Congress to acknowledge this.

We criticize producers 'til their joints are right,
Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light.

GZA FTMFW.

Dizzy Gillespie plays a sax
Me, myself, I love to max

Lay back and let my girl play the cello
Hello! I hate Jell-O

Notorious, glorious
Knowledge is infinite, I live in a fortress

She tried to be sexy, I asked her, "Can you stop?"
I want the real deal, I don't want a handjob

I like the way you lick it, it's original
You make me feel like a mack daddy pimp player gigolo

brrrrrr what happened to that hate-a?
hit him in his motherfuckin big ass potate-a

I'm so impulsive
I'll start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

You need to take heed and quit being such a groupie
Ever since I did a little show in Guadeloupe

I be potent like ibuprofen
I be boatin'
With six shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby, smokin'

shawty ride with me while i let that "shoulder lean" play
white people like me, i'm on mtv with green day

On the contrilli
I packs the mac milli

Can't do it for dolo
Had to look away when Tony killed Manolo

He confused science fiction with science fact
Couldn't separate the block from recorded tracks

The next day they shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes

I stay g-sharp as a note of music
Call me fresh baked bread, make a broad lose it

You should be quiet while the emcee rap
And if you tired..........then go take a nap

-- The Reverend, Monday, December 31, 2007 4:07 AM (2 months ago) Bookmark Link

my favorite couplet ever maybe

engine engine number 9
on the new york transit line
if my train goes off the tracks
pick it up pick it up pick it up
BACK on the scene

Watch my wood grain spin
I let the window down to let the world in

I'm from the ghetto homie
I was raised on bread and baloney

You wondered how come the album was late
I was givin' you time to get the last one straight

I arrive on time, I'm never fashionable
You late, I'm already internationable

and to all the animals that's dearly departed
know that my mink game is really retarded

in my mansion listenin to marily manson
dancin with a spanish broad with no pants on

they built my city on a grave
nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade
the early 90s - where they at? where they at?
"Get the gat, get the gat"
was a popular phrase

who rapped "we're like retards, we're in a class of our own"?
KMD?

so take caution
i'm not horsin'
around in a throwdown, clown
i'm takin' yours, son

Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip,
So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips

You wanna act grown and shit?
get your body chalked up
limestoned and shit

- jaz-o (some jay-z diss track i can't remember the name of)