Full Clip - Gangstarr

Big L Rest In Peace

[Intro]

samples

Feel the realness

In this business of rep

Go ahead

Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again

Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win

G A N G to the Starr's son

Haters took this shit too far son

So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team

I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes

The badder you seem, the more lies you tell

The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell

Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches

Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches

I've suffered, just so I could return harder

Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr

I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless

Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is

Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one

Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one

[Chorus]

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this

Gang Starr, one of the best yet

I'm nice like that

It's all good, in this business of rep

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this

Gang Starr, one of the best yet

I'm nice like that

It's all good, so i suggest you take a rest

So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray

Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray"

Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up

The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up

I give no man or thing power over me

Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me?

I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop

I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop

I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one

Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done

Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together

More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever

Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry

Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die

We never fail, and we ain't never been frail

You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail

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Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy

Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me

Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now

I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow

Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense

I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content

Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya

I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya

The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya

How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier

My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence

Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it

I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass

I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash

I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip

So watch your dome already cause this one might hit

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One More Chance (remix) - NOTORIOUS B.I.G.

[Intro]

Uhh...

What? (That's right! Bad Boy!)

What? Uhh!

Uhh, Uhh! Lyrically I'm, uhh!

Uhh, check it out!

Uhh, lyrically I'm...

Uhh... uhh, uhh!

What?

Junior M.A.F.I.A.! (Remix)

Uhh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.!

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yeeeeeeeeah, yeeeeeeeeeah!

So goooooood, so goooooood!

I loooove you sooooooo much!

One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...

One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...

One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...

One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...

First things first, I poppa! - Freaks all the honies! (uh-huh!)

Dummies! (uh!) - Playboy bunnies, those wantin' money.

Those the ones I like cause they don't get Nathan

But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation.

Garbage, I turn like doorknobs,

Heart throb? Never! - Black and ugly as ever!

However - I stay Coogi down to the socks

Rings and watch filled with rocks! (uh!)

And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi

Girls pee pee when they see me (uh-huh!) navajos creep me in they tee pee! (uh!)

As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet

Stop it! (uh!) - If you think they gonna make a prophet!

Don't see my ones, don't see my guns! - Get it?

Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it (uh!) then split it!

In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A. (uh!)

I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya!

I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin' ya! (uh-huh!)

Once ya grin, I'm in, game begin! (uh!)

First I talk about how I dresses this,

In diamond necklasses, stretch Lexuses! (whooo!)

The sex is just immaculate from the back I get

Deeper and deeper! - Help ya reach the (uh-huh!)

Climax that your man can't make

Call him, tell him you'll be home real late, and sing the break! (uh!)

[Chorus 1]

Baabyyyyyy, heeeeere I am (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)

Aaaaall, I neeeeed is ooooone more chaaaaaance! One more chance...

IIIII can heeelp (uh!) you fiiiiiind, yourseeeeelf! (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)

Cause you, don't neeeeeed (uh!) noboooo-dy eeeeelse! - One more chaaaance... ("Remix! ")

She's sick of that song on how it's so long

Thought he worked his until I handled my biz,

There I is! (uh!) - Major Payne like Damon Wayans (uh-huh!)

Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan.

Schemin'! (uh!) - Don't leave ya girl round me

True player for real, ask Puff Dad-dy! ("yeeeah! ")

You ringin' bells with bags from Chanel

Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel. (uh!)

Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell (uh-huh!)

She beeped me, meet me at twelve! (uh!)

Where you at? Flippin' jobs, payin car notes? ("yeeeah! ")

While I'm swimmin' in ya women like the breast stroke! ("uh-huh! ")

Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke

Death stroke - tongue all down her throat! (uh-huh!)

Nuttin left to do but send her home to you,

I'm through! - Can ya sing the song for me, boo?

[Chorus2]

One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance!

(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)

One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance!

(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)

So, what's it gonna be? - Him or me? (uh!)

We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls. (uh-huh!)

The envy of all women - crushed linen!

Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em. (whoooo!)

The finest women I love with a passion

Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'!

High fashion - flyin' into all states (uh!)

Sexin me while ya man [masturbates]! ("uhh, uhh! ")

Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight

Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds. (uh!)

Lyrically I'm supposed to represent (what?)

I'm not only the client, I'm the player president! (uh!)

[Chorus 2: x1/2]

[Chorus 1]

[Outro]

Bad Boy, Bad Boy!

(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)

EastCoast, EastCoast...

WestCoast, WestCoast...

MVP - Big L

A yo spark up the phillies and pass the stout

Making quick money grip before your ass is out

In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightning 

You seen what happened in my last fight friend? iight then

L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat, 

Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a chevorlette

And clown rappers I'm bound to slay 

I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way

Yeah, cause I got all of them sprung Jack 

My girls are like boomerangs 

No matter how far I throw them, they come back

I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C., I'm down with diggin in the crates

And I'm M.V.P. yeah!

It's Big L,

Repeat 4x

Yo it's a must that I get papes

Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on their mix tapes

And once again the man's back with a denged track 

So here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hand clap. 

I got juice like voco, mad crues I broke thru, 

niggas be getting mad cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to. 

And everytime I'm in a jam I always find a loophole, 

I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol. 

And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying sorcers 

No more iron horses cause I'm buying porches. 

I'm coming straight out the NYC peace to the Kid Carpi, I'm M.V.P.

If rap was a game i'll be M.V.P., the most valuable poet on the M.I.C. 

If rap was a game i'll be M.V.P., the most valuable poet on the M.I.C.

It's Big L (repeat 4x)

Battles I loose none I make crues run 

I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one.

My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully, 

Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, and take your Pelle Pelle.

I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find My silk

boxers in your mommy's hamper. 

And nowadays girls want you for your money, 

I'm like Hev, I got nothing but love for you honey.

And since I'm looking slick and my pockets are thick,

I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill)

I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C., raps my job, and I'm M.V.P.

Real Hip Hop - Das EFX

Well on your marks and get set

and cant forget to go

incase you didn't know the flow if fat like Joe(like Joe)

yo..you niggedy know that Im back man

your wack man/I eat a nigga like I'm pacman

I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella

for reala packin more hits than Lou Pinella

I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me

you dont impress me

ey yo Books bring the rest G...

Uhh..One time for yo mind

Eh yo what up its..

the crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt

we the ruffest dream team

reign Supreme like a Cutlass

get duckets the dough

cant touch the flow

it's me the Nigga wit G'z

the B double O K-S

on top that I'll bus your caliber

when I pop shit and rock shit like Metallica

straight to the heart of them street fake niggas

your all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas

so honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got

(Blow the spot)Das Efx wit the Real Hip Hop

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To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop)

Das Efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop)

To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit)

Das Efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit)

Eh okiedokie

next nigga ta quote me

I hope he got more miracles than Smokey

wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin

head rushin like Gotti

your in my Dangerfield like Rodney

so Howdy/let me introduce for my peeps

straight from the sewer

sayin true to the streets

Well it's me crazy Drazy

bringin up the rear

I swear/we got to Hold It Down here yeah

so there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up

turn the heat up

and smiggedy smoke all the weed up

kids I beat up/wit my style thats the newest

my crew is/runnin more ruckus than Carl Lewis

it's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top

so stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block

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Yo Mc's is irrelevant

and delicate to the texture

and this style of mines is well defined like Webster

aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber

when I get Stone like Sharon from Sliver

equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds

dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head...

Well I connect my rhymes like Lego

so lego my eggo, I burn ya like Waco

you need more than Maaco

I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like Im Uhaul

Im here to school yall

figgedy faggots like Rupaul

I throw a screwball and strike out the MC

and if he temps me

I knock em out like Jack Dempsey

I burn some sensi and chase em wit the Guiness

The illest..hit me wit the hook because I'm finished

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Step Into a World (Rapture's Delight) - KRS-One

Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka!)

Where there's no one left (Buku, buku! Alla de massive!)

But the very best (Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo!)

No MC can test *cut and scratch of KRS saying "but one"*

Step into a world, where hip-hop is me

Where MC's and DJ's

Build up their skills as they play every day

For the, rapture

Yeah, what what!

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Verse One:

I'm bout to hit you wit that tradional style of cold rockin

Givin options for head knockin non stoppin

Tip-toppin lyrics we droppin but styles can be forgotten

so we bring back the raw hip-hoppin

Just like the records and tapes you be coppin

Cop some breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin

Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you clockin

We only get better and only better we have gotten

This type of flow don't even think about stoppin

Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin

All music lovers in the place right now

That never understood the way that KRS got down

Yo I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin

Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion

If a dope lyrical flow is a must

You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust

I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied

I'm number one, two, three, four and five

Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes

and pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams

A dope MC is a dope MC

With or witout a record deal, all can see

And that's who KRS be son

I'm not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don't run

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

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Verse Two:

Yeah, yeah

Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike

until I recite, in black and white what's right

Let me take flight, my style is TIGHT AN GOOD

TIGHT AN GOOD, come is it TIGHT AN GOOD

Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap

All in yo' ass crack, old King go Blast dat

Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback

I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap

No past rappin, youth trackin, talent lackin

MC's more worried about their financial backin

Steady packin a gat as if something's gonna happen

But it doesn't, they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin

I appear everywhere and nowhere at once

I know my style is bumpin, even though some people front

It's the God of rap, you heard of it

The one that rhymes toward the sky givin airplanes mad turbulence

In rap tournaments, I reign permanent

Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it

The course of rap I'm turnin it

Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it

No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus

Skills if you notice my position is lotus

Now quote this, MC's are just hopeless

Thinkin record sales make them the dopest

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Chorus