You're absolutely inextricably extricable
your words inexplicable
Mired by being typical

So sick you're un-hospitable
You're ailment quite unfixable
And digitally inadmissible..

I might just go insane!
From playing this same lame game
Yet for now I must re-frain
I must conquer that unconquerable pain..

But oh how I loathe!
Your super-confident rant
The "can't. you can't. he can't"
In your UG-unified chant

And your quotes of text and retorts
Your shoops with words of sorts
And the smiley that is green!
That obscene, latrine machine!!

And then we have you mods, you respectable colored gods
Once regarded with hateful nods
No one's interested in your frauds!
Please just sheath your ban-prone prods

Alas, my tongue is spent
Your eyes seen more than meant
Thank god it's not in print
I'd make no more than cents

So that's all for now, for me
I hope you'll forgive my spree
But before I go I say
Suck my dick, UG!!
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theory states 1+1=2 sometimes in music 1+1=3.
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I like St. Anger. Ridicule me, daddy

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Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X]

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare
at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
and leave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X]

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazal's's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!! [repeat 3X]

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops
If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
**** a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but **** bein the wanted man
but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too
with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

Represent y'all, represent!! [repeat 4X]

One time for your mother****in mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's livin the real ****in life
And every projects, all over
To my man, Big Will he's still here [echoes]
The 40 side of Vernon
My man Big L.E.S.
Big Cee-Lo from the Don
Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters
The 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodfellas
My man Cormega, Lakid Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead
Black Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove)
We rock shit, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
(Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!)
**** y'all crab ass niggaz though...
(Yeah, bitch ass niggas!) [etc.]
This is one of those few situations where nodicnap was appropriate.

Edit: And K Koo

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I'm 34 years old and what is this

Are you really?
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Are you really?

This is my question as well.
I like St. Anger. Ridicule me, daddy

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[Intro - Gladys Knight]
Hey you know everybody's talking about the "good old days"
Everybody! The good old days
Well, let's talk about the good old days

[Raekwon the Chef]
Know what I'm saying?
Take you on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?
Let's get technical; where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!

[Verse 1]
Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin
Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin
Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now
Rae gotta get a plate now
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got (Bam bam!) thrown one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16
Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey
And niggas know that habits behind me
Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushing the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy stacked up
Better watch your back and duck
Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up north, now he got the law
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )
**** that!


[Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers
[Ghostface] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
[Ghostface] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
[Ghostface] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!

[Verse 2 - Ghostface Killa]
Kicking the fly cliches
Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots
Running up in spots and making shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hanging on my living room wall:
My first joint - and it went gold!
I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night
I want to have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now it's just a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes
Receiving all types of calls from upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
Settling for lesser
The God left lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way to
Continue to make hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9

The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote: Stink, stank, stunk.
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
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Ha ha love you to dude ;-)

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10/10 Slater is amazing

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That's forever imprinted in my brain in Dwight's voice. Seriously.

Voted UG's best threadstarter 2014.
Adjacent lines that always rhyme
show a poet, green as lime.
I walk the line between fantasy and reality. One is more fun, the other is where the food is.