Dating with no dough lyrics

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Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street Let alone the heat Fuck em, they hate a nigga loving this life In all possible ways, just know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital dazed, reflecting when my man laid up On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we living, just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process And I ain't got nothing but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots close range, never touched me: divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight Without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spending money from '88"Album: Reasonable Doubt Song: Dead Presidents II Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Jay-Z "Who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce Stack cheddars forever Live treacherous, all the et ceteras To the death of us: me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?

Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street Let alone the heat Fuck em, they hate a nigga loving this life In all possible ways, just know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital dazed, reflecting when my man laid up On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we living, just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process And I ain't got nothing but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots close range, never touched me: divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight Without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spending money from '88"Album: 3Rd Eye Vision Song: At the Helm Verse: #1 Verse Artist: Del the Funky Homosapien "My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement Crackin' it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on Resurrection, per-fection Lesson #1: rekindle the essence Rap ain't about bustin caps and fuckin bitches It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes With scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope A thin line between insanity and sanity Mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality With Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it rich Like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan And, I will expand hip-hop as well Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you Weaklings, speaking things foreign to the human ear That, you will fear now, whether you like it or not Blood clots on your little life on the situation And on the stipulations...

But they also left behind a wealth of other material from the shaggy to sublime, from combustible to calm, from coulda-been hits to unfinished sketches.

Here it is, from Aero to Zeppelin, and everything in between.

From the delivery, flows, emotion, and character to the lyrical metaphors, similes, alliteration, vocabulary, word play, internal rhyming, complex structures, vivid imagery, descriptive language and all the other good stuff that makes for a jaw dropping verse.

I do plan on making another list that includes more impactful and powerful verses and doesn't focus so much on the rap ability, but rather the artistic touch of a rapper and the pure message.

(Listen to the full playlist on You Tube here.) Cobain bios overflow with stories of how much Kurt idolized the Melvins, and few songs telegraph that love more than the punishing, titanic “Paper Cuts.” Nirvana drafted then-and-current Melvins drummer Dale Crover to fill in on a 10-song demo while both bands recovered from lineup implosions; three songs from that demo ultimately ended up on Bleach after failed attempts to rerecord them with Chad Channing.

“Paper Cuts” bears Crover’s influence the most, infused with his trademark, stop-start concrete thud.

I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggas Who fax, niggas' lyrics is wack, nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missles You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads We beating mics sending ki's to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat, it's going down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, wildling on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan"Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Song: Incarcerated Scarfaces Verse: #2 Verse Artist: Raekwon "Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga mics is getting fired Morphine chicks be burning like chlorine Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tasting like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up You never had no wins, sliding in these dens With Timbs, with Mac-10's and broke friends You got guns?

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