ich wuerde gerne die kompletten lyrics von eminem's if i had posten.. aber wofür gibt's azlyrivs.com
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
das is so ein schönes gedicht.. bzw lied
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
das is so ein schönes gedicht.. bzw lied
Einer meiner All-Time-Favorite Verses.
Inspectah Deck (Triumph):
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries,
lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millenium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block
Inspectah Deck (Triumph):
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries,
lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millenium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block
This shit is gettin' scary,
Y'all niggas best be wary,
My team is legendary,
Y'all niggas secondary,
We stackin' cemeteries,
More the merry, more to bury,
Fuck 'em all, fuck the world,
Put em in a mortuary,
And all I know is pain,
I walk through coldest rain,
I aint supposed to change,
Cause I approach the game,
I'm tryin to coast the plane,
Y'all niggas know the name,
Warchild, Celph Titled, Des D,
Of course it slams,
We too dangerous,
So move away from this,
Niggas will waive the fifth,
at you courageous kids,
I aint no plagiarist,
This shit is major biz,
So let the truth be told,
When I'm sayin it.
Von Crypt the Warchild (AOTP)
Y'all niggas best be wary,
My team is legendary,
Y'all niggas secondary,
We stackin' cemeteries,
More the merry, more to bury,
Fuck 'em all, fuck the world,
Put em in a mortuary,
And all I know is pain,
I walk through coldest rain,
I aint supposed to change,
Cause I approach the game,
I'm tryin to coast the plane,
Y'all niggas know the name,
Warchild, Celph Titled, Des D,
Of course it slams,
We too dangerous,
So move away from this,
Niggas will waive the fifth,
at you courageous kids,
I aint no plagiarist,
This shit is major biz,
So let the truth be told,
When I'm sayin it.
Von Crypt the Warchild (AOTP)
R.I.P MIKE BECK ( 30.10.2009)
Dipset 4 Ever
Dipset 4 Ever
"That's absolutely ridiculous I'm meticulous when ripping this
I'll break your ribs, hip, and fist
If you don't get the jist I'll give the ear a twist
I'm more fatal, as a tornado, or volcano
Hotter than fire with the texture of glass
Lif the lava mass."
Mr. Lif - Be Out.
I'll break your ribs, hip, and fist
If you don't get the jist I'll give the ear a twist
I'm more fatal, as a tornado, or volcano
Hotter than fire with the texture of glass
Lif the lava mass."
Mr. Lif - Be Out.
Alles 'ne Frage von Stil. Denn ohne Stil ist alles nichts, oder zumindest nicht viel.
*KINDERZIMMER PRODUCTIONS*
*KINDERZIMMER PRODUCTIONS*
Zitat
im the illest rapper to hold the "cordless" patroling corners looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
im meaner in action then "rosco" beating james "star" Sr. across the back with vaccuum cleaner attachments
i grew up in a wild hood as a hazardous youth with a fucked up childhood that i use as an excuse and ain't shit changed i kept the same mindstate
since the 3rd time i failed 9th grade
you probably think im a negative person dont be so sure of it i dont promote violence i just encourage it i laugh at the sight of death as i fall down a cement flight of steps and land aside a bed of spider webs
so throw caution to the wind you and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if you live do it again (Shit) why not blow your brain out im blowing mine out fuck it you only live once you might as well die now [just let it go]
es geht schlichtweg kaum geiler.
Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes
R.I.P MIKE BECK ( 30.10.2009)
Dipset 4 Ever
Dipset 4 Ever
Patiently Waiting - find ich so hammer!
If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm
Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above
Changes - auch geil.
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
Und natürlich Eminem - Bleed bitch bleed. Nicht gerade mein Liebling aber sehr bekannt und oft zitiert.
Hab momentan ne Blockade mir fällt bestimmt noch mehr ein^^
If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm
Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above
Changes - auch geil.
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
Und natürlich Eminem - Bleed bitch bleed. Nicht gerade mein Liebling aber sehr bekannt und oft zitiert.
Hab momentan ne Blockade mir fällt bestimmt noch mehr ein^^
pressure: [ hilltop hoods - monsters ball ]
These are the last of days, a vast array,
Of fake fucks up in a masquerade,
It’s swim or drown, we act we don’t sink,
Its primal instinct we rap we don’t think,
Its do or die, no turning back like suicide,
Till you’re doing time with these cut throats in a suit and tie,
So don’t feed the animals, or act a fool,
Your just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves,
So while you’re fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims,
Pressures higher up in the food chain,
And small time predators rove in packs,
That why big time executives throw them scraps,
So much static that this is such a hazardous business,
And having to witness that half these rappers are bitches,
Got me laughing hysterically, I've the heart of a pedigree,
So pissing on the next man is just marking my territory,
Rivals will claim over head strong beef,
And try, fighting for fame on these slept on streets,
While I’m, signing my name in the wet concrete,
Touching both sides of your brain when I flex on beats,
And when we sound the drums, I’ll see cowards hung,
When my hour comes I’d rather catch a beat down than run,
It’s just that honest, I don’t rap for these monsters,
Id rather face the music than turn my back on you.
These are the last of days, a vast array,
Of fake fucks up in a masquerade,
It’s swim or drown, we act we don’t sink,
Its primal instinct we rap we don’t think,
Its do or die, no turning back like suicide,
Till you’re doing time with these cut throats in a suit and tie,
So don’t feed the animals, or act a fool,
Your just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves,
So while you’re fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims,
Pressures higher up in the food chain,
And small time predators rove in packs,
That why big time executives throw them scraps,
So much static that this is such a hazardous business,
And having to witness that half these rappers are bitches,
Got me laughing hysterically, I've the heart of a pedigree,
So pissing on the next man is just marking my territory,
Rivals will claim over head strong beef,
And try, fighting for fame on these slept on streets,
While I’m, signing my name in the wet concrete,
Touching both sides of your brain when I flex on beats,
And when we sound the drums, I’ll see cowards hung,
When my hour comes I’d rather catch a beat down than run,
It’s just that honest, I don’t rap for these monsters,
Id rather face the music than turn my back on you.
"In this journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist.
Am I eternal or an eternalist?"
"I start to think and then I sink/
into the paper like I was ink/
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines/
I escape when I finish the rhyme."
-> 2 classics von rakim!
Am I eternal or an eternalist?"
"I start to think and then I sink/
into the paper like I was ink/
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines/
I escape when I finish the rhyme."
-> 2 classics von rakim!
Zitat
"Art is opinion, only techniques have guide line"


