| [ti:Rap Poets] | |
| [00:03.620] | As soon as hip hop came out |
| [00:05.000] | it was a music that |
| [00:06.120] | I could grasp and identify with the millennium |
| [00:08.450] | |
| [00:10.160] | All round and round |
| [00:11.550] | From the first to the last |
| [00:13.260] | it is in the… passionate |
| [00:15.510] | Clear *****t! All I need is one Mic |
| [00:18.180] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [00:19.070] | my rap poem |
| [00:20.880] | From the first to the last |
| [00:22.560] | it is in the… passionate |
| [00:24.560] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [00:28.110] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [00:29.420] | my rap poem |
| [00:31.110] | There’s a certain mystique |
| [00:32.940] | when I speak that you notice |
| [00:34.130] | Cause it’s sort of unique |
| [00:35.240] | cause you know it’s me, |
| [00:36.630] | My poetry is deep and |
| [00:37.490] | I’m still mad at the way |
| [00:38.870] | I flow his beat! |
| [00:39.180] | I can't stand still |
| [00:40.240] | it’s like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, |
| [00:42.240] | I’m strapped it’s known any minute I could snap, |
| [00:44.480] | I'm the equivalent of what would happen |
| [00:46.470] | if Bush rapped |
| [00:47.110] | I bully these rappers so bad lyrically |
| [00:48.640] | It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry |
| [00:50.640] | it ain't even money |
| [00:51.880] | You can't pay me enough for you to play me |
| [00:54.770] | It's ****amanie you just ain't zany |
| [00:56.400] | enough to rock with Shady |
| [00:57.860] | My noodle is ****-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo |
| [01:00.290] | I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle |
| [01:02.860] | I'm just brutal |
| [01:03.730] | It's no rumor |
| [01:04.550] | I'm numero uno, assume it |
| [01:06.290] | There's no more humor in it, you know |
| [01:08.360] | I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag |
| [01:10.530] | You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass! |
| [01:13.340] | |
| [01:14.240] | From the first to the last |
| [01:15.420] | it is in the… passionate |
| [01:17.050] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [01:19.420] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [01:21.090] | my rap poem |
| [01:21.780] | |
| [01:22.600] | From the first to the last |
| [01:24.590] | it is in the… passionate |
| [01:26.100] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [01:29.490] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [01:30.820] | my rap poem |
| [01:31.750] | Young Hov got the game in a frenzy |
| [01:36.270] | Twenty million sold all independently, |
| [01:37.580] | So when you mention me |
| [01:39.000] | Make sure you got together your 'semblies |
| [01:40.980] | Like, "He's the games J.F.Kennedy" |
| [01:42.840] | I started out, I ain't have no chimney |
| [01:46.920] | My ma was Santa Claus, well |
| [01:49.150] | at least she pretended to be |
| [01:50.240] | 'Til one night, well |
| [01:51.490] | that's if memory serves me correct |
| [01:53.230] | I caught her under the Chris****as tree. |
| [01:54.980] | Young Hov ain't have no pops |
| [01:57.680] | Thank God, man, I had the block |
| [01:59.610] | Ya'll hear me though |
| [02:00.800] | You young *****s got the game all wrong |
| [02:02.760] | This is my life, man, this ain't no song! |
| [02:04.820] | You ain't livin' your rhymes out |
| [02:06.890] | you live at your mom's house |
| [02:08.140] | In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out |
| [02:10.470] | And the mirror pointin' at your reflection |
| [02:12.150] | killing yourself |
| [02:13.030] | You American Pie |
| [02:13.790] | stop feeling yourself! |
| [02:15.040] | |
| [02:15.930] | From the first to the last |
| [02:17.500] | it is in the… passionate |
| [02:18.750] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [02:22.170] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [02:23.480] | my rap poem |
| [02:23.950] | From the first to the last |
| [02:25.760] | it is in the… passionate |
| [02:28.730] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [02:32.680] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [02:34.050] | my rap poem |
| [02:35.790] | I woke up early on my born day |
| [02:38.380] | I'm twenty years of blessing |
| [02:39.320] | The essence of adolescent leaves |
| [02:40.310] | my body now I'm fresh in |
| [02:41.940] | My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it |
| [02:44.390] | One quarter through life some |
| [02:46.010] | God-ly like thing created |
| [02:46.830] | Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some |
| [02:49.480] | Load up the mic and bust one |
| [02:51.420] | cuss while I puffs from |
| [02:52.490] | My skull cause it's pain in my brain |
| [02:54.430] | vein money maintain |
| [02:54.980] | Don't go against the grain simple and plain! |
| [02:57.100] | When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard |
| [02:59.800] | Robbin’ foreigners take they wallets |
| [03:01.420] | they jewels and rip they green cards |
| [03:03.520] | Dipped to the projects fla*****n’ |
| [03:04.960] | my quick cash |
| [03:05.520] | And got my first piece of ass smokin’ |
| [03:07.450] | blunts with hash |
| [03:08.320] | Now it's all about cash in abundance |
| [03:09.830] | *****z I used to run with |
| [03:11.200] | Is rich or doin years in the hundreds |
| [03:12.880] | I switched my motto |
| [03:14.210] | instead of sayin ***** tomorrow |
| [03:15.390] | That buck that bought a bottle |
| [03:17.320] | could've struck the lotto |
| [03:18.480] | Once I stood on the block |
| [03:19.800] | loose cracks produce stacks |
| [03:20.810] | I cooked up and cut small |
| [03:22.060] | pieces to get my loot back |
| [03:23.790] | Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric |
| [03:25.670] | Pack a four-matic |
| [03:27.560] | that crack your whole cabbage |
| [03:29.300] | From the first to the last |
| [03:30.500] | it is in the… passionate |
| [03:31.970] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [03:35.150] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [03:36.560] | my rap poem |
| [03:38.190] | From the first to the last |
| [03:40.750] | it is in the… passionate |
| [03:42.560] | Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
| [03:45.430] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [03:46.680] | my rap poem |
| ti: Rap Poets | |
| [00:03.620] | As soon as hip hop came out |
| [00:05.000] | it was a music that |
| [00:06.120] | I could grasp and identify with the millennium |
| [00:08.450] | |
| [00:10.160] | All round and round |
| [00:11.550] | From the first to the last |
| [00:13.260] | it is in the passionate |
| [00:15.510] | Clear t! All I need is one Mic |
| [00:18.180] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [00:19.070] | my rap poem |
| [00:20.880] | From the first to the last |
| [00:22.560] | it is in the passionate |
| [00:24.560] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [00:28.110] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [00:29.420] | my rap poem |
| [00:31.110] | There' s a certain mystique |
| [00:32.940] | when I speak that you notice |
| [00:34.130] | Cause it' s sort of unique |
| [00:35.240] | cause you know it' s me, |
| [00:36.630] | My poetry is deep and |
| [00:37.490] | I' m still mad at the way |
| [00:38.870] | I flow his beat! |
| [00:39.180] | I can' t stand still |
| [00:40.240] | it' s like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, |
| [00:42.240] | I' m strapped it' s known any minute I could snap, |
| [00:44.480] | I' m the equivalent of what would happen |
| [00:46.470] | if Bush rapped |
| [00:47.110] | I bully these rappers so bad lyrically |
| [00:48.640] | It ain' t even funny, I ain' t even hungry |
| [00:50.640] | it ain' t even money |
| [00:51.880] | You can' t pay me enough for you to play me |
| [00:54.770] | It' s amanie you just ain' t zany |
| [00:56.400] | enough to rock with Shady |
| [00:57.860] | My noodle is adoodle, my clock' s coocoo |
| [01:00.290] | I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle |
| [01:02.860] | I' m just brutal |
| [01:03.730] | It' s no rumor |
| [01:04.550] | I' m numero uno, assume it |
| [01:06.290] | There' s no more humor in it, you know |
| [01:08.360] | I' m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag |
| [01:10.530] | You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass! |
| [01:13.340] | |
| [01:14.240] | From the first to the last |
| [01:15.420] | it is in the passionate |
| [01:17.050] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [01:19.420] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [01:21.090] | my rap poem |
| [01:21.780] | |
| [01:22.600] | From the first to the last |
| [01:24.590] | it is in the passionate |
| [01:26.100] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [01:29.490] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [01:30.820] | my rap poem |
| [01:31.750] | Young Hov got the game in a frenzy |
| [01:36.270] | Twenty million sold all independently, |
| [01:37.580] | So when you mention me |
| [01:39.000] | Make sure you got together your ' semblies |
| [01:40.980] | Like, " He' s the games J. F. Kennedy" |
| [01:42.840] | I started out, I ain' t have no chimney |
| [01:46.920] | My ma was Santa Claus, well |
| [01:49.150] | at least she pretended to be |
| [01:50.240] | ' Til one night, well |
| [01:51.490] | that' s if memory serves me correct |
| [01:53.230] | I caught her under the Chris as tree. |
| [01:54.980] | Young Hov ain' t have no pops |
| [01:57.680] | Thank God, man, I had the block |
| [01:59.610] | Ya' ll hear me though |
| [02:00.800] | You young s got the game all wrong |
| [02:02.760] | This is my life, man, this ain' t no song! |
| [02:04.820] | You ain' t livin' your rhymes out |
| [02:06.890] | you live at your mom' s house |
| [02:08.140] | In that tightass room, pullin' the cars out |
| [02:10.470] | And the mirror pointin' at your reflection |
| [02:12.150] | killing yourself |
| [02:13.030] | You American Pie |
| [02:13.790] | stop feeling yourself! |
| [02:15.040] | |
| [02:15.930] | From the first to the last |
| [02:17.500] | it is in the passionate |
| [02:18.750] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [02:22.170] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [02:23.480] | my rap poem |
| [02:23.950] | From the first to the last |
| [02:25.760] | it is in the passionate |
| [02:28.730] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [02:32.680] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [02:34.050] | my rap poem |
| [02:35.790] | I woke up early on my born day |
| [02:38.380] | I' m twenty years of blessing |
| [02:39.320] | The essence of adolescent leaves |
| [02:40.310] | my body now I' m fresh in |
| [02:41.940] | My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it |
| [02:44.390] | One quarter through life some |
| [02:46.010] | Godly like thing created |
| [02:46.830] | Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some |
| [02:49.480] | Load up the mic and bust one |
| [02:51.420] | cuss while I puffs from |
| [02:52.490] | My skull cause it' s pain in my brain |
| [02:54.430] | vein money maintain |
| [02:54.980] | Don' t go against the grain simple and plain! |
| [02:57.100] | When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard |
| [02:59.800] | Robbin' foreigners take they wallets |
| [03:01.420] | they jewels and rip they green cards |
| [03:03.520] | Dipped to the projects fla n' |
| [03:04.960] | my quick cash |
| [03:05.520] | And got my first piece of ass smokin' |
| [03:07.450] | blunts with hash |
| [03:08.320] | Now it' s all about cash in abundance |
| [03:09.830] | z I used to run with |
| [03:11.200] | Is rich or doin years in the hundreds |
| [03:12.880] | I switched my motto |
| [03:14.210] | instead of sayin tomorrow |
| [03:15.390] | That buck that bought a bottle |
| [03:17.320] | could' ve struck the lotto |
| [03:18.480] | Once I stood on the block |
| [03:19.800] | loose cracks produce stacks |
| [03:20.810] | I cooked up and cut small |
| [03:22.060] | pieces to get my loot back |
| [03:23.790] | Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric |
| [03:25.670] | Pack a fourmatic |
| [03:27.560] | that crack your whole cabbage |
| [03:29.300] | From the first to the last |
| [03:30.500] | it is in the passionate |
| [03:31.970] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [03:35.150] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [03:36.560] | my rap poem |
| [03:38.190] | From the first to the last |
| [03:40.750] | it is in the passionate |
| [03:42.560] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [03:45.430] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [03:46.680] | my rap poem |
| ti: Rap Poets | |
| [00:03.620] | As soon as hip hop came out |
| [00:05.000] | it was a music that |
| [00:06.120] | I could grasp and identify with the millennium |
| [00:08.450] | |
| [00:10.160] | All round and round |
| [00:11.550] | From the first to the last |
| [00:13.260] | it is in the passionate |
| [00:15.510] | Clear t! All I need is one Mic |
| [00:18.180] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [00:19.070] | my rap poem |
| [00:20.880] | From the first to the last |
| [00:22.560] | it is in the passionate |
| [00:24.560] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [00:28.110] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [00:29.420] | my rap poem |
| [00:31.110] | There' s a certain mystique |
| [00:32.940] | when I speak that you notice |
| [00:34.130] | Cause it' s sort of unique |
| [00:35.240] | cause you know it' s me, |
| [00:36.630] | My poetry is deep and |
| [00:37.490] | I' m still mad at the way |
| [00:38.870] | I flow his beat! |
| [00:39.180] | I can' t stand still |
| [00:40.240] | it' s like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, |
| [00:42.240] | I' m strapped it' s known any minute I could snap, |
| [00:44.480] | I' m the equivalent of what would happen |
| [00:46.470] | if Bush rapped |
| [00:47.110] | I bully these rappers so bad lyrically |
| [00:48.640] | It ain' t even funny, I ain' t even hungry |
| [00:50.640] | it ain' t even money |
| [00:51.880] | You can' t pay me enough for you to play me |
| [00:54.770] | It' s amanie you just ain' t zany |
| [00:56.400] | enough to rock with Shady |
| [00:57.860] | My noodle is adoodle, my clock' s coocoo |
| [01:00.290] | I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle |
| [01:02.860] | I' m just brutal |
| [01:03.730] | It' s no rumor |
| [01:04.550] | I' m numero uno, assume it |
| [01:06.290] | There' s no more humor in it, you know |
| [01:08.360] | I' m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag |
| [01:10.530] | You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass! |
| [01:13.340] | |
| [01:14.240] | From the first to the last |
| [01:15.420] | it is in the passionate |
| [01:17.050] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [01:19.420] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [01:21.090] | my rap poem |
| [01:21.780] | |
| [01:22.600] | From the first to the last |
| [01:24.590] | it is in the passionate |
| [01:26.100] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [01:29.490] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [01:30.820] | my rap poem |
| [01:31.750] | Young Hov got the game in a frenzy |
| [01:36.270] | Twenty million sold all independently, |
| [01:37.580] | So when you mention me |
| [01:39.000] | Make sure you got together your ' semblies |
| [01:40.980] | Like, " He' s the games J. F. Kennedy" |
| [01:42.840] | I started out, I ain' t have no chimney |
| [01:46.920] | My ma was Santa Claus, well |
| [01:49.150] | at least she pretended to be |
| [01:50.240] | ' Til one night, well |
| [01:51.490] | that' s if memory serves me correct |
| [01:53.230] | I caught her under the Chris as tree. |
| [01:54.980] | Young Hov ain' t have no pops |
| [01:57.680] | Thank God, man, I had the block |
| [01:59.610] | Ya' ll hear me though |
| [02:00.800] | You young s got the game all wrong |
| [02:02.760] | This is my life, man, this ain' t no song! |
| [02:04.820] | You ain' t livin' your rhymes out |
| [02:06.890] | you live at your mom' s house |
| [02:08.140] | In that tightass room, pullin' the cars out |
| [02:10.470] | And the mirror pointin' at your reflection |
| [02:12.150] | killing yourself |
| [02:13.030] | You American Pie |
| [02:13.790] | stop feeling yourself! |
| [02:15.040] | |
| [02:15.930] | From the first to the last |
| [02:17.500] | it is in the passionate |
| [02:18.750] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [02:22.170] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [02:23.480] | my rap poem |
| [02:23.950] | From the first to the last |
| [02:25.760] | it is in the passionate |
| [02:28.730] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [02:32.680] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [02:34.050] | my rap poem |
| [02:35.790] | I woke up early on my born day |
| [02:38.380] | I' m twenty years of blessing |
| [02:39.320] | The essence of adolescent leaves |
| [02:40.310] | my body now I' m fresh in |
| [02:41.940] | My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it |
| [02:44.390] | One quarter through life some |
| [02:46.010] | Godly like thing created |
| [02:46.830] | Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some |
| [02:49.480] | Load up the mic and bust one |
| [02:51.420] | cuss while I puffs from |
| [02:52.490] | My skull cause it' s pain in my brain |
| [02:54.430] | vein money maintain |
| [02:54.980] | Don' t go against the grain simple and plain! |
| [02:57.100] | When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard |
| [02:59.800] | Robbin' foreigners take they wallets |
| [03:01.420] | they jewels and rip they green cards |
| [03:03.520] | Dipped to the projects fla n' |
| [03:04.960] | my quick cash |
| [03:05.520] | And got my first piece of ass smokin' |
| [03:07.450] | blunts with hash |
| [03:08.320] | Now it' s all about cash in abundance |
| [03:09.830] | z I used to run with |
| [03:11.200] | Is rich or doin years in the hundreds |
| [03:12.880] | I switched my motto |
| [03:14.210] | instead of sayin tomorrow |
| [03:15.390] | That buck that bought a bottle |
| [03:17.320] | could' ve struck the lotto |
| [03:18.480] | Once I stood on the block |
| [03:19.800] | loose cracks produce stacks |
| [03:20.810] | I cooked up and cut small |
| [03:22.060] | pieces to get my loot back |
| [03:23.790] | Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric |
| [03:25.670] | Pack a fourmatic |
| [03:27.560] | that crack your whole cabbage |
| [03:29.300] | From the first to the last |
| [03:30.500] | it is in the passionate |
| [03:31.970] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [03:35.150] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [03:36.560] | my rap poem |
| [03:38.190] | From the first to the last |
| [03:40.750] | it is in the passionate |
| [03:42.560] | Clear t! All my nigger want my |
| [03:45.430] | The hip pop is dying out |
| [03:46.680] | my rap poem |
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