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The BAS Songs Thread!
Topic Started: Feb 6 2005, 05:00 AM (416 Views)
Sori4Mvp	Feb 6 2005, 05:00 AM Post #1
The Truth Posts: 35,327 Group: VC_Moderator Member #45 Joined: April 6, 2004	[size=7]All completed songs will be added here. Unless a new song is being added, this thread will remain closed. All questions or responses to the songs can be made in separate threads. [/size]



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 05:11 AM Post #2
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	ESO3 feat. Vin, Doug, & Strider - "I'm So Sincere" [Electric Storm] Ok, pick you up at 7? hey, I'll be there I don't just want to get in your pants, I really do care I'm not going on a date with you because you got big tatas or because you're a fine cheerleader and good with your ra-ras I'm 17, I really do care about your emotions Why in the world would I just want sex, what gave you that notion? No, I swear to god i'm not being sarcastic what about those D cup tits, I know they're not plastic I'm not being sarcastic, i promise, i love you why would i play around like this? baby, achoo oh i just sneezed, see my heart just skipped for you writing bars for you, this relationship is true now that we're together, i say we steal 2nd base 1st base is outta here, it's gone without a trace the ball got thrown to center, ya gotta take 3rd my dicks flappin around like a hummingbird hey look at that, my best friend hit me a sacrafice fly I take off and slide in at the plate, just like warm apple pie [Vinnie] This girl loves my sophistication and my etiquette/ You and I travel distances, like Cali to Connecticut/ Feenin’ like Jodeci, or like I just need a cigarette/ This girl is heaven sent, you keep me so content/ We leavin’ the bar bent, she grabbin’ my instrument/ Girl you know my sentiment, got me hard like cement/ She from the south, she speak with that deep accent/ Now we getting intimate, is this love legitimate/ Did she do a background and credit check/ Months later she gone, and all my money spent/ See I was the one who got played like basketball/ How can I fall like this, that’s what I’m asking ya’ll/ Vin losing his touch, turning into a hopeless romantic/ Now I’m so frantic, this girl need to get her ass kicked/ Didn’t need the gun and mask, stuck me up with the ass/ Out of cash, like a head on, my heart and pride crash/ I need rehabilitation, got my sht ripped off like castration/ Fell for temptation, bitch enslaved me like she run the plantation/ [Doug] Picked her up for some dancin and romancin on prom night Down to the Jersey Shore for the after party back of the limo high as kite We both sippin on the forties we both lookin to score This girl was such a flirt slowly takin off that shirt I said show me some more Don’t remember much else from that weekend Get back home sweet home. Next day at school realized I had some fences to mend It aint like I took advantage of her we both made are own choices She talking like theres some attatchment, now I gotta listen to these voices You’re important to me, you make me feel good, talking like it meant something Baby girl needs to get a hint, realize it was just some mutal horny fckin Nothin more nothing less and now shes on some kind of quest tryin to sink her claws, all because I stained that damn dress So now im entangled in her web I wish she would’ve given me crabs instead Got to the doc get a scrip and be done with it Now im stuck dealin with this crazy ass bitch [Strider] Uh-uh, shawty, I ain't a rapper I'm a poet Clap your hands, I can make you happy and you know it Listen, if you thinkin' that I'm mackin' I'm not That may come as a surprise like Jack in the Box Hard to imagine it huh? But I ain't askin' a lot Just gimme a minute, walk and talk with me You can call me Steve, share your thoughts with me I'm not like them other cats, just immature and wack I'd enjoy you for you, do more than adore your cat Lemme walk you to your apartment, what floor is that I'm too old and too grown to act foolish and flippant Just wanna, be with you, watch the moon as a crescent Be together and make our boring afternoons extra pleasant I believe in chivalry, I'll make sure I got you protected If it comes it comes, but cumming is not the objective Got ahead of myself, yeah, but I'm just telling truth You're talking to a gentleman here You'll never say this fella's uncouth These days its old school, but I believe in romance Candles lit, hold hands while we dance to slow jams Yeah, seems like I'm a young guy with the soul of an old man I'm throwing this game better than the "Black Sox" did Tell 'em what they wanna hear, nigga that's what gives A month from now, I'll be sliding in & out of her mouth We'll be, f*cking in all rooms, layin' her out on the couch Leave the carpet looking like we were making snow angels Your boy is no angel, treat her like a hoe with no wages What we're doing should be illegal 'n she was an accomplice I'm nineteen...quick fix bitch, mission accomplished



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:08 PM Post #3
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie & Strider - "Turn it around" [Strider] I'm a gangsta's gansta - the blow dealer with no feelings No joke, killer only concerned with skull peelings My crew pump iron to get disel and we ain't lifting weights For real homeboy, I'm talking 'bout shifting weight We bake the cakes, shake the Jake and transport state to state Hustler, working with work more ki's than a maintanance man Soft white get puffy and turn hard like we making some Grands But these ain't Pillsbury biscuits, we're making them grands Chef Hustle Man creating that crack and baking them grams Move them pies in boxes, they call me the Entenmann's Man But I also pitch that hard sht, he's still Mr. Stella Dora Chop it, bag it, street team hit the blocks to sell a quarter We got bricks in mounds to pitch from, I'll get your order But when you gotta sleep with heat to feel safe, its fcked up You scared to death even in the place you rest, its fcked up Money'll buy lots of things, but you can't afford peace of mind Can't sleep, got beef with DEAs, Narcs won't lemme ease my mind Back then I said fck you to a 9-5, this life of crime is mine Come to realize its my demise and I can't live my life this way Its constant, night to day, everything I see inspires my dismay Surrounded by people thinkin' crime will pay, gotta fight today Get it right today, my life must change, even in the slightest way [Vin] You robbing and stealing to survive/ You mobbing and dealing to strive/ In this mad world, but you need a change/ In this sad world, you got to turn the page/ No time for dwelling, the hurt got my head swelling/ No more telling Mom lies, she knows I'm a felon/ Just cause I fell off, doesn't mean I can't recover/ Love your neighbor, treat everyone as your brother/ I want to follow a path of righteousness/ The devil was taking over but I’m fighting this/ Still the evil come back in and I'm fighting bliss/ Still I'm holding on tight to this/ Trying hard not to slip and lose my grip/ Hook Turn it around, get up and rebound When things look grey Fight back with no delay Turn it around, don't let yourself drown Pick yourself up and brush yourself off Don't get lost, keeping going at all costs [Strider] Walk around with two 9's and tightened lips Cold-blooded and motivated cuz my fire's lit But there's no purpose if I'm still frightened, sht How many nights I've wanted to just slice my wrist No use to fight this §hit, surrender to Christ that's it But I can't continue it, man what type of life is this So from this day forth, I'm gonna chose the right path If I see crap, head held high, and I'm walking right past No more cigarettes dawg, no more weed and liquor Over some trivial bull§hit, no more need to bicker And I promise this time, you can believe me nigga Determined to do it right, I've got a fiendish vigor I can't live like this, dammit cuz my dream is bigger Hook [Vin] Resurrect myself just like Common Sense/ Getting back on my feet to reach prominence/ Through the good and the bad I'm the same old Vince/ Still others are doubting and them I'm trying to convince/ Downing myself in the bottle, and for what? self pity/ Wake up the next morning and I'm still feeling shitty/ Get to persevere and dig through the nitty gritty/ Of every day life, tired of living so trife/ Can't contradict myself, how will I depict myself/ If I'm writing a story of myself can I predict my health?/ Well if I keep boozing and smoking soon I might be folding/ I was a dealt a good hand but I ignored what I was holding The lord is looking down and on me he's got a good scolding/ But the lord is golden, and he'll help to keep molding/ He'll push me towards positivity and keep me away from loathing/ On myself, time to gain wealth and hold up my sht like a belt/



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:12 PM Post #4
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie & Strider - "Cool Cats" (28 Bars) A rider, a roller, bitch I thought I told ya/ A Strider, Vin colder, stitch it like I sowed ya/ Hungry, starving, this game doesn't feed me/ Lovely, carving, this shame doesn't need me/ Bubbly...jargon, this claim doesn't impede me/ Cats out hustling doing what they gotta/ Low blowing cats like Andrew Golotta/ I'm left burning CD's, but cats not seeing me/ I keep churning EP's, but cats not hearing me/ No sleep, an earning MC, but cats not cheering me/ Low creep, staying under the radar, but I passed the bar/ So deep, well endowed is my rhyme book, large by far/ See Strider and Vin is world wide by word of mouth/ Dick Riders got nuts on the chin, we just herd them out/ Loading fraudulent rappers on an arc like Noah/ Encoding formulas sent, pounding doors like Jehovah/ No witness, we begin this treacherous journey/ Flow fitness, we in this, we stretch this like a gurney/ We hit this, you're in bliss, defend it like an attorney/ You burn me, I burn you, now you my advesary/ You yearn me, play you like a virgin, pop that cherry/ You're freestyles been busted, you can't be trusted/ I play the role of cleaner, your ass been dusted/ You studied my patterns, over me you lusted/ But like you a tin roof, your verbals are rusted/ I'm disgusted, like a hem, you need to be adjusted/ Vin spits verbal fire, you a leaf blowing when the wind gusted/ I bring relish, ketchup, onions, and you can't cut the mustard/ [Strider] S-T and He, only freaks that leak 28 bars of heat Me with the punches, and when Vin speaks its deep Puttin' ill flows on tracks like none other I'm smooth and he's sweet, so "Its like BUTTAH!" Too phat to be margarine, sit back and be part of it I'm the finishing touch after Vin just started it We bring the fire, them, its just useless clutter Meanwhile my vocab bank's bigger than Ruben Stoudard This is nothin' for us, we put it down when we wanna Vin's a bachelor now, playing the field like T.Hunter Peep my man's avatar, he was drunk and still bagged her When I write, bring heat from the pen like Bill Wagner Running their mouth about §hit they know is unlikely Man, the only pussy that leaves me wet is wifey You'd turn Bleek and get a fat lip if I rock-you-fella There's a damn good reason why I'm such a cocky fella We got ground-breaking rhymes that'll shake the pavement Ya'll know our foes' flows are prehistoric like cavemen Face it, them dudes can never compete with me Fo' sheezy, we school them "Savages" like Mr. Feenie Dudes must be buggin' we pump fire like brick ovens And we don't drop just 10 lines, dawg we spit dozens As Vin put it, we "cool cats", but not like Tony Clark I meant we calm pussies that make threats but only talk Like amateur golfers, we're so damn far above par And our styles are crazier than Budhists that love war Don't miss any of my punchlines, be sure to get it proper Cuz me and Vin, we got it poppin' like Redenbacher



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:14 PM Post #5
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Strider- "Dance To This" Alcohol in the cup, wasssup Yes we all in the club cuz uh I already know I'm in the top three rated And my intention is on leavin' with a foxy lady Got a little too famous, had to stop with dating Get your mind right now, cuz I'm not too patient So put that soft drink down, get intoxicated I call it "Stand by Meat" cuz my c*ck's been waiting Ain't in the mood to talk so I'm not engaging And you already know what I'm contemplating Get you naked late night, have ya box invaded You can have it all, cuz life is what you make it And I bet you ain't been inside a Beamer lately Pullin' up at scene with a lean that's crazy Dressed in mink with a color scheme like gravy But baby, that can only happen if you'll be my lady Gimme an answer now, why you wanna keep me waiting [Chorus: repeat 2x] Fu©k the chorus just dance to this Its guaranteed, she gon' leave with me Cuz I'm spittin' that game and shawty, she's believin' me All I gotta do is let 'em see the cheese She'll be at it till the pads begin to squeeze her knees And they know, Daddy got more Mac than Kriss Kross And I be on bitches mouths like lip gloss They know they wanna ride around in sick cars Some of 'em don't even know that I spit bars But yo - Be in the zone with me, cuz everything I own is real Like the drop-top Benz with the chromish wheels Got the owner's lease, so damn right home is sweet Even vegetarian's wanna bite on homie's meat So you can make like Cam'Ron and "Come Home With Me" Forget the world, just relax and be alone with me [Chorus: repeat 2x] Fu©k the chorus just keep on dancing I know that you're a sexual little one But I got some things I bet you've never done I've already slept with everyone So I've learned all the freakiest tricks I wanna release in ya slit, just freak me and that's it Got my tongue on your leg, as well as your chest While I'm touching your "Untouchables" like Elliot Ness So call up your girlfriends and go tell he's the best You're kinda freaky, you just might be my type Keep playin' your cards right, you might be my wife... [Chorus] Just keep on dancing x 3 There's my commercial "club song". Its a little bit different from most stuff that gets bumped at parties, but its in that mold. Its more creative than the usual ones though.



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:15 PM Post #6
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie - "Don't Walk Away" I gotta let you know I’m dying inside/ I start to cry/ Can’t stop no matter how hard I try/ I might live a lie/ I might give a sigh/ The writing on the wall was plain and clear/The heartache I felt hurt, the pain was clear/ I phoned you on that Saturday of heartbreak/ My world devastated, shook like an earthquake/ I Felt so low/ Hit with a blow/ You were walking away forever/ Our ties I thought would never sever/ But you were gone that November/ I was hurt, the days I try not to remember/ But they hit hard like a Tyson punch/ Deep down I already had a hunch/ I spoke to my man C about leaving you/ Didn’t have the heart to do/ You ended up being the one to pursue/ The end of our relationship/ Five years and now we facing this/ Hook You confirmed my thoughts See what happiness brought The love turned to hate, anger and distaste Arguments led to the end of our partnership Now I’m starting to slip Missing you more and more each day Saying to myself why’d you have to walk away Girl just stay, don’t leave and walk away x2 Verse 2 So now I’m telling you to pack your sh*t/ I start to trip/ Losing my grip/ The clock tick/ Now this is it/ You packed your love up and walked away/ I packed my love up years ago you say/ It’s sad but true/ I made you blue/ Showed no love or dedication/ You sweat me like perspiration/ I needed a right guard from you/ So I built up this wall from you/ Now I’m so lonely, what am I to do/ You don’t realize what you got/ Till it’s gone from your spot/ You left my block/ Other chicks do flock/ Now that you gone they don’t spark my interest/ You the only one I want to let back in this/ It’s now the point of no return/ I’m so burned/ But I’ve learned/ If you don’t feed love it starves/ I look at my initials you carved/ In my arm, think of you each day/ Good and bad, think of you each way/ [Hook]



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:17 PM Post #7
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	I just felt like writing something. I had no idea what I wanted to do, so I just thought of a line to start with and went from there. Took me about 35 minutes. Its not my best stuff, but I just had that itch. Strider - "Cheap, Dirty, Romantic" Tell them birds get they're paper right - Just cuz we're on a date tonight - Doesn't make me your ATM Comitment first and maybe then Girl, gotta let U know that I barely spend Might treat U, but not your lady friends Got a bus pass, no Mercedes Benz I don't own a pet, so I ain't payin' for cat Gettin' lip and attitude, I'm paying for that? Ain't stayin' for that - That money ball, is just some rolled up singles Fu©k splurging, I'm stackin' chips like Pringles You think a man gotta spend to be macho, please My chips are like Doritos girl, its "nacho" cheese! [Chorus] You know, I keeps it real gutter Playa, I fu©ks like no other Hey man...I'm just the lover Look, I'm servin' up milkshake like Deny's Fu©king, I do it the "harda way" like Penny One night stands and that's it we're through Word, I've dealt more chickenheads than Purdue Bitches, guess who got the whole inch-a-lotta Scream "dada" when this bone hits your na-na Come put your buns 'round my meat like a burger Pervert? I'm putting hits on 'em like a murder Ain't seen a nigga tap this much since Bo Jangles Ride me or doggy, I fu©k from both angles I'm puttin' handcuffs on hoes ankles Old school - I shoot well but don't handle How we gon "make love"? I don't even like you Don't think that U can drain me just cuz I piped U [Chorus] You know, I keeps it real gutter Playa, I fu©ks like no other Hey man...I'm just the lover But yo, I'm into ladies that take chances (That's you) So we can get it popping like 80's break dancers At the beach, U're grabbin' me whenever a wave crashes Us in the hall, just makin' it to class with late passes I hate clashing - So if U're cool with sports, I tolerate fashion Its great passion - Me and U are one and the same I was searching for the one & U came Damn, I don't mean to get all mushy and §hit But I love U girl - and not just cuz your tushie is big Lie down with me, hold hands, quiet down with me Let's watch the stars - Its only a reflection, but that's what you are * Explanations - Unlike most potato chips, which come in bags, Pringles are stacked. Stackin' chips = saving money. - I went on a little chip theme. I compared chips to Doritos because they're nacho cheese. It works when you say it out loud. Nacho sounds like "not yo". Therefore, its "not yo cheese". - The Purde Chicken company handles chickenheads, literally, and we all know what a "chickenhead" is. - Inch-a-lotta = enchilada. Inch-a-lotta means a lot of inches. You get it. - Bo Jangles was the tap dancing black guy in those old Shirley Temple movies. - Little plumbing theme. You can't "drain" me cuz I "piped" you. Get it?



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:18 PM Post #8
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie - "Lyrics To Go '04" (Hook) Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) uhh Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) ahh yeah, c'mon Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) yeah yeah Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) Verse 1 I keep flowing on and on with so much variation/ Get up everyday and thoughts keep on pacing/ Wanna speak for a nation without devastation/ Like House of Pain create that jump sensation/ This brain is a depth of various information/ Forget what you say, I care for this communication/ Try to teach these kids to strive through what they facing/ Slicing up and cuttin fools like Freddy or Jason/ Vin got the hoes at the party just losing composure/ fck all the rest remember what Vin told ya/ Vinnie making moves and on the run for whatever/ Life's tribulations that forever we endeavor/ Other brothers sweat my steelo but I'm just better/ If you see your chick near me, you know I'm a sweat her/ If you give me enough time you know I'm gonna get her/ Vin is silly with the verbals and he's steady smoking herbals/ Only Five foot Seven but I pop like some kernels/ Representin all my people, I do it on the daily/ Love my son like 'Em be loving little Haley/ But when it comes to days like this, I got lyrics to go/ (Hook) Verse 2 Seems like I've been gone for a while, but my stock never fallin'/ Ladies always miss me and this short cat they keep on callin/ Unlike a car I'm never stallin', like T Mac I'm straight ballin'/ Call me Emcee U- Haul because this cat keep on Haulin'/ Others talk a lot of trash but I continue to defeat it/ Pull out your book of rhymes because my sht straight eat it/ Your sht is smelly, I got weight like a fat mans belly/ Jet to the crib and call up my girl on the telly/ Used to lust over young girls like that brother R. Kelly/ The bags I smoke come strictly non seeded/ Win a battle sober, drunk or even when I'm weeded/ They try to lock me down but like I'm Michael I just beat it/ Got multiple styles so I reach multiple levels/ So give me a little less bass, a little more trebles/ Like that kid Michael Phelps I bring home mad gold medals/ Not Pete Rose but kid you want to gamble?/ Like a graf artist it's you I'm gonna vandal/ Kobe hit that chick and got caught up in a scandal/ My pen hit harder then the bat of Mickey Mantle/ When it comes to sht like this, I got lyrics to go/ (Hook) Verse 3 Like you seeing yellow take caution because my rhymes are fatal/ Like a Jewish kid with a toy I spin sht like a draddle/ Treat you like a new born and rock you away in the cradle/ Pitching mad heat like that Boston bum Pedro/ Formulate with my hands like a child with some play-doh/ Like a well oil machined I got perfect mechanisms/ Healthy strong body be fighting off deadly organisms/ Your sht is whack like Mariah in that bomb glitter/ When I step through your whole crew get the jitters/ I'm the winner son, don't ever see me as a quitter/ Crooked on the mound like I'm throwing some spitters/ You're never getting in, son your just not permitted/ You be stinking up the club like someone just shitted/ Like my name was OJ, of all crimes I'm acquitted/ Always in the lead, you never see me follow/ You have no depth, you're too shallow and hollow And when it comes to days like this, I got lyrics to go/ (Hook)



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:19 PM Post #9
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	I was on the toilet and for whatever reason, I was thinking of that Chappelle "Sesame Street" skit. The line "I beat my dick like it owes me money." Somehow, that line leads my mind to, "Beat that dick like you're a pimp and the bitch just shorted you." That leads my mind to "Pimp my dick." And I just started flowing off that. Tell me what you think. Vin, if you're still posting here, check it out and feel free to throw a verse in. Strider - "Pimp Your Dick" (Man Anthem) I'm sorry my dear, but I got an idea You take me out to dinner and buy me a beer Cuz we both know that you're just as horny as me Shopping spree if you want my company Cuz this cck don't come for free And it won't cum for free, you better comfort me I want diamonds and a necklace, some new shoes and a Lexus And I'm only halfway through my checklist So check this If you wanna get with the best dick, you gotta get me breakfast And do all this cuz I told you to Do I look like a hoe to you? And you know what dudes? This song is so overdue Cuz its about time the fellas said "no" to you [Chorus] I'm not a gigolo (NO!) But I want you to treat me though So, you're gonna have to spend a bit Cuz from now on, I'm gonna pimp my dick Perverted, just concerned with tryin' to get me naked I was taught to respect myself, so my dick is sacred Get wood out or get put out? But we know you can't do without and you're losing out You gotta treat me right if you want this treat tonight Step with pride, we're learning how to pimp the dick And I don't know what they'll think this is But this is some simple sht Yeah, the role's reversed and we earned our turn These girls we'll burn if we don't get what we deserve Cuz you're the boss and your virtue costs So here's what we're gonna do... Give 'em the medicine by doing what they do to you Dick is now in the store, same floor, right next to the coochie isle Stare her down, repeat that line and don't give a goofy smile Cuz its our turn fellas/No more "poor us" fellas So pound your chest now and yell the chorus fellas [Chorus] I'm not a gigolo (NO!) But I want you to treat me though So, you're gonna have to spend a bit Cuz from now on, I'm gonna pimp my dick



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:21 PM Post #10
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	finished at 2:59, completed it while taking a sht after getting motivated by hearing that Brandy/Kany West song. Okay, so I am officially sprung over this girl from work, she even got me to quit smoking (AGAIN) Anyway, we talking and have a date lined up, but she got a nigga fienin'.......Anyway, I wrote this for her, what y'all think? Vinnie - 2:40 AM* Verse 1 Not wasting my time with a hook/ Stole my heart like you was a crook/ No more denying, you got this kid shook/ Had me twisted at very first look/ Want to read your mind like a book/ Like Reeces Cups we better in a pair/ Holdin' your hand as we glide through the fair/ After this ride I win you a teddy bear/ Deep in your eyes, you know I steady stare/ You're the one and only, forever I care/ Chorus No others can match your love It's you I place no one above Lovin' you with all my heart It hurts when we are apart Got me sprung with this fresh start Verse 2 See for so long, this heart was cold and empty/ Then this sweetness came along, you are good and plenty/ Got me actin' a fool like I was Mr. Bentley/ You ride with me even though I'm not pushin' the bensey/ So jump aboard my ship, you got me fienin' and sh*t/ Got me so jolly like I'm giant, green or a brit/ Got fellas scheming a bit, cats steaming and throwing fits/ Jealous of what we have and what we both share/ Let 'em stop and stare, I had you at first glare/ I'm done with the shopping, no more price compare/ Like you sportin' my chain, it's my heart you wear/ Still remember what mom said, about buyer beware/ But I'm trusting you with my heart in this love affair/



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:22 PM Post #11
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Strider & Vin - "Fu©k That" [Vin] (Acapella Opening) This cat name Vin; he’s just an underground pioneer/ I’m checking my radar; why are you flying near?/ I know I have the styles and skills, so you try and hear/ If you try and battle me, I’ll leave you cryin’ in fear/ If you try and party with me, you the one buying the beer/ See you must show respect to the master architect/ Changing flows like cloths for Jay-Z and Clark Kent/ Like you’re my e mail outbox, your ass is marked sent/ [Chorus] Fu©k the chorus... [Strider] Never been sonned, been hated, but never one to play wit Got two balls that everyone can play with And I don't need a poll, fck it, I know that I'm underrated But you're mistaken, if you take it that I'm wack at text We past that yet? Never had to blast a tech to grasp respect I passed the tests/All challengers, I put that ass in check Go ahead and read my classic sht And tell me I ain't mastered this/Hop off the massive dick The masses spit, but I'm the teacher & mo'fcking class is in Who's the best? You'll never have to ask again [Chorus] [Vin] Call me Santana Moss, because past others I’m jettin/ Felonious emcees, these frauds I’m never sweatin’/ Call me the M.J of the microphone, so what you bettin?/ See my girl in the corner, that you’re never getting/ I’m venting like the A.C, like its Friday, just pay me/ This isn’t recess don’t play me, it’s not rainin’ don’t delay G/ Got so much courage you can call me MC Brave heart/ See I got a wondrous mind, and it simply craves art/ While you crave the materialistic, the more sadistic/ I’m the spiritually consistent and most persistent/ The lyrically linguistic my rhymes are realistic/ Words you spit are fabricated, and quite simplistic/ I crave individuality a conscious rapper is my mentality/ Still can spit freestyle battle raps with brutality/ I’m Vince The Prince, and this land is my principality/ I’m disociative identity, also known as multiple personalities/ The simple fact is you can’t find another one quite like me/ They can’t write like me, or simply excite it like me/ I’m your principal emcee, I straight whip a weak emcee/ Nobody can quit do it like V-i-n-n-i-e!/ [Chorus] [Strider] No disrespect to those who flow, but this goes to those Who don't know this or don't notice, I'll post it so that/ It goes to show that even the calmest sea can explode And rip foes who oppose in its path/Blow the roof off 'N strip those clothes from your back, the black cobra is back I'm colder than that, but still I'm not over the fact That of the posters who rap, you don't know it Even though the flow is in tact/Not holding it back Only fckers that can hold my nut holder - Em, Nas, and Hova In that class I'm supposed to be, ya'll can boast in glee But nobody else is even fcking close to me/ The Natural, just look at how his rhymes rhyme Strated in August '03 and it just a year's time Its sublime, nobody you know is near mine In a battle, believe me, you would want no part of this Better chance of seeing Stevie Wonder an archaeologist Next to me, almost anybody else's text is burned Is he arrogant? Yes, because respect was earned Lemme tell you mother fckers how my checklist works "Flow is on-point: check, punches sick: check" Now that's a reckless verse Been hot since I came out, like a Texas birth Where's the love?



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:24 PM Post #12
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie - The Rhyming Maze Get a chisel, try and crack this individual/ A deep intellect and quite spiritual/ But at the same time, straight grimey/ Not a thug kid, but son just try me/ If you down with me, don't defy me/ If you need it, you can rely on me/ Don't turn my back on those that real/ So raise your hands up, those that feel/ Pops called me Vince the Prince, yet not from royalty/ Count on me like a stop watch, I got mad loyalty/ Was once in love, but that was temporary/ We both backed on out, did it voluntary/ That sht ended quick, very unceremoniously/ Married to quick, it was done quite erroneously/ Despite all that, the breakup wasn't done harmoniously/ In the beginning, this cat was losing, never winning/ I might drink and smoke, but not too much sinning/ I got a son out of all these trials and tribulations/ Despite my loyalty, I gave in to stimulations/ A straight Gemini, with females I love the chase/ With the female persuasion, I do love the taste/ I won't front, I might have fell for her best friend/ Or scrapped my old honey before the end/ Once again, just remember I'm not perfect/ A chick sparks my interest, I'm gonna flirt with it/ I didn't mean to do it, didn't mean the hurt with it/ Vin with no brew is like Ernie and no Burt with it/ I tear the lids off of Heineken bottles/ Wish I had girls finer then models/ Still rock these lyrics full fcking throttle/ So damn drunk I walk with a toddle/ And I'm no new born, not even born again/ I fear a relationship from being scorn again/ Sure, I dished it out, but wifey wasn't honest/ Despite the many times, she always promised/ That she didn't do sht, and they were just friends/ You still be frontin, no more reason to pretend/ You can't fool me, but you couldn't comprehend/ I can see through people and recognize evil/ Still a hypocrite to flip and trip and talk bullsht/ Who was I to pull a fit, all I did was contradict/ The behavior of myself, like fresh cooks I smelt/ But not stimulating like the vapers of the kitchen/ You told me stop my bitching, I would never listen/ So let this Gemini fly to another cloud in the sky/ Get with this or that like the song from Black Sheep/ Stress and worries and this young kid trapped deep/ Couldn't care for myself and had new responsibility/ Still I had the versatility and had the capability/ To adapt to this new life with my flexibility/ Dodging life’s problems with my mental ability/ Failure never a possibility but deep down a probability/ For this young cat, working hard to pay utilities/ I survived back then, I will survive again/ Trying to go on, I survive through brews and friends/ I think I'm one of the most misunderstood individuals/ Cats think I'm a wannabe, but don't know my principles/ I'm my own man, walking on my own two feet/ I'm a little unique and bump these hip hop beats/ Same 10 year old bumpin de la, on the back seats/ Of the bus....in school we'd bang tables and freestyle/ All I do is look at myself as an abstract and free child/ Have I bored you yet with the rhyming maze of my life/ Just want to stab your brain like my words are a knife/



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:38 PM Post #13
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie - Dissociative Identity [Vincent] What’s the matter with you, what else must I do/ I’ve had it up to here with you, enough of you/ You’re in my head screaming, during the day dreaming/ You’re dark like a shadow, you’re mind is narrow/ All you want to ever do is hang around and get drunk/ I’ve had enough, pull your card, I’m calling your bluff/ You’re ignorant, full of sht, this is deliberate/ You say I can’t hack it, call me illiterate/ You inconsiderate idiot, who would you be without me?/ What would you know, think, or even see without me/ [Vin] That’s a fcking enough of you, little boy blue/ Nobody can fcking stand you, that’s damn true/ I’m the life of the party, the one they love whole heartedly/ Soon you’re departing to sea, I have you starting to flee/ I’ve taking over, fck you and your live right and be sober/ I’m a soldier, if it wasn’t for me nobody would want to get to know a/ I bring out your true personality, I do things monodically and symbolically/ Don’t ever show me hostility or inaccessibility/ You have a responsibility because I show nobility/ You have to unleash me to flash my verbal agility/ You don’t have the capability to give the visibility/ With the words in the same way that I paint a picture/ I”m the literature ripper and watch me read this scripture/ No need for revision because I lay each word with precision/ Breaking you down like long division, please listen/ Imagine if you killed me what everyone would be missing/ I’m skinning brothers like this is circumcision/ See Vincent don’t realize that since birth I’ve been with him/ So now I’m on a mission, a head on fcking collision/ I’ll beat Vincent down to deep and dark submission/ He’ll never be forgiven, how could he keep on living/ Without me beside him, with me inside him/ He don’t understand that I coincide with him/ [Vincent] Excuse me for the interruption, why are you fronting/ You aren’t the life of the party, that’s just the bacardi/ You’re late to class again, I’m charging you with another tardy/ You pushed my wife away with your boozing and infidelity/ And you have the nerve to sit there and say the hell with me/ To hell with you, you haven’t been with me since birth/ You came around when I was lost and went for a search/ To find out who I was, and I turned to the glass bottle/ Enjoy the final ride because this is the very last throttle/ After this cruise I’m kicking you up and out/ So enjoy this final refreshing Guinness Stout/ [Vin] Your ridiculous, you got me laughing like Im ticklish/ How can you figure this, soon you’ll be missing this/ Can you vision it, being sober 24-7-365/ Can you prison it, being a loner deep inside/ The bottle will never hide, if your hands open it’ll jump inside/ The Heineken loves you, so does the Becks, don’t dump and divide/ I’ve heard you say this before, and you know what you fcking lied/ Remember, when your wife laid there and cried/ She said she felt so alone, she said she was deprived/ Can you think back to high school when I first arrived/ Remember how I gave you that buzz and you felt tingly inside/ So analyze the situation, answer the final equation/ I’m your mind aberration, without me can you make conversation/ With strangers you can have quite some hesitation/ The words may not come out like constipation/ But when you tip back that cup, you can’t say enough/ You’re the highlight of the evening, got the girls fiending/ [Vincent] Enough of your deceiving, you almost got me believing/ That I can’t function without you, or live without you/ Almost to the point where I can’t even fcking doubt you/ Got me thinking of that foamy lovely looking stout brew/ But here’s my problem, I can’t consume you in moderation/ So all in all, it’s my fcking time that you’re wasting/ [Vin] Moderation? You weren’t just giving a single invitation/ Treat this alcohol like school and swallow some education/ Ahh....doesn’t that feel good, feel the stimulation/ Feels just as good when you cum during masturbation/ [Vincent] I’m turning the other shoulder, you’re just a boulder/ On my back, you are quite a heavy ton/ Time to get out of here, I hop in the chevy, I’m done/ [Vin] Don’t ever turn your back on me, don’t slack on me/ How can you scold me and put all this back lash on me/ You’ve made these same decisions along with me/ But now it’s like you’ve been stung with this divine epiphany/ Remember how I keep you thinking, thoughts of fine Tiffany/ Boy Vincent, you fcked up big on that one/ Maybe after all I should have handled that one/ You could have run off with her in a blur/ Instead you chose to get married/ You might as well have been buried/ [Vincent] Yo, I should blame that one on you because of cloudy vision/ So just shut the fck up and it’s time for you to loudly listen/ Just toss me another brew so I can stop hearing your bitching/ Just get up and go to the fridge in the back of the kitchen/ I’ll let you continue on this drive, no more will you be hitching/ [Vin] Well that’s a good decision, hold on son, I’m pissing/ I knew deep down you’d figure out what you’d be missing/ Sorry to bring up Tiffany, I know you still thing about her/ Dream about her, wishing you could be about her/ You had your chance but you let that slip away/ One thing to remember, I’ll never dip and go away/



Strider	Feb 6 2005, 03:39 PM Post #14
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Strider - Dilemma [Angel] No-no-no, you don't really wanna do that §hit Listen, just walk away and play it cool that's it He's trying to instigate, but use common sense No need to go there, you know the consequence This ain't "Star Trek", so don't let 'em phase you Listening's a good start, but here comes phase two Just say "Forget this stuff," turn around, and walk That would be the last thing this clown had thought You can be the bigger man and just put it behind you There's no need to fight, although you're inclined to Just think what happened to Del, no need to remind you Its gotta come from you dude, you think he'd be rational? Try your best to keep things kosher, like "Hebrew National" Forget the peer pressure, don't let your fears get ya When you're locked up on assault, will they be there? You hear me clear? What if you're injured, will they even care? So right now partner, you should be leaving here [Devil] Man fu©k that nonsense, I'm your TRUSTED conscience A pussy just slapped you, and that's all you respond with? Are you a man or what? Do you have two hands or not? So make a fist and go punch this a§§hole Spit in his face and say, "That's what you asked for" You can't just walk away from gettin' bitch slapped Its like Bruce Lee said, only "Boards don't Hit Back." You're not woody, so don't let him play you for a schlong He thought he could punk us, but he came about it wrong Noone ever disrespects you in ways like that If I were you and he hit me, I'da came right back Even the Bible says it man, its tooth for a tooth If you're thinking otherwise, its the truth you dispute They think you're a chump, its as clear as the weather Its been a minute already, you gon' stand here forever I know you've got balls man, scared, we're never If he lands some hard shots, we don't care...whatever You better choose and that "Angel" needs to get a clue Stick with me, we never lose/Its you and me forever dude When the crowd pipes down, then you put his lights out Show them what a fight's 'bout/Go ahead, right now...



Strider	Feb 11 2005, 01:25 AM Post #15
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie & Lil Chrissie - “You Move Me” Verse 1 (Vin) Saw this girl walking, nigga had to start stalking/ Problem is I’m tongue tied, had to start talking/ On no…think I made a false move, I’m balking/ Her eyes had me mesmerized, no one sympathized/ They say Vin just fallin’ again, I’m callin’ her friend/ Yo, what’s up with your home girl?/ Is she tooken? This girl is so good looking, my mind booking/ Moving like an Indy Car, baby just give me par/ We on an even playing field, let me get to know ya/ Just tell me where you from/ Where you going, can I come?/ (Lil Chrissie) So you finally got the nerve to come over and say something/ Yo kid I thought you were frontin’, you wasn’t sayin’ nothing/ I saw you staring and glaring in my mind you were wearing/ I was all up in your mental, you want me in your mouth like dental/ Floss, but what’s the cost, I’m very young, my mothers protective/ You one of those cats who are deceptive, I’m very perceptive/ You come up runnin’ your jibs, how I know you ain’t tellin’ fibs/ (Vin) See honey, you just don’t know me at all/ I’m not one of those cat’s trying to ball/ At random girls I don’t just go and call/ I’m actually quite shy, I’m very romantic/ You got me goin’ frantic, I can’t stand it/ When you walked by you almost knocked me over/ Let me drive you like a range rover/ Without you I’m just blue like Grover/ Got my mind in space, be my super nova/ Your long silky hair, those deep browns/ As long as you feel me there, no frowns/ Got me smiling, crossin’ over like Iverson/ You’re so different, distinctive and charismatic/ You got me feelin it, I’m instinctive and emphatic/ (Lil’ Chrissie) I’m not sure, I was told to stop like I’m seeing red/ Still I want more, and I’m thinking of you in bed/ Can’t even explain the attraction/ You break me down like fractions/ It’s not just physical, you give me emotional satisfaction/ Let me wear you like denim, you’ve taken over like venom/ All in my bloodstream, is this really what loves means/ I’m so young, do I even know what true love is/ If it’s anything else, I don’t’ want to know what love is/ All I want is you, you’re my answer to blues clue/ Got me feelin’ like this and you haven’t even hit it/ You touch me and rub my back, can’t wait till you git it/ Don’t ever forget it, don’t you think about quittin’ it/ My teeth I’m grittin’ it, waitin’ for the kitten’ lick/ (Vin) If your mom’s wouldn’t trip, I may have been in that sht/ Don’t’ contradict, if you want my dick, hit me on the hip/ I didn’t hear from you all last night, we could have took flight/ I would have slid through with a 2-2 of brew/ A little Hennessey and a black and mild will do/ It’s you I want to screw, stick to it like glue/ fck makin’ love tonight we just fcking/ Just like Biggie said, his sht you be bumpin’/ I know you can relate, so don’t you hesitate/ I’m picking you up at eight, it’s a date/ I won’t be late, I’ll arrive with bells on/ Silk sheets with rose pedals, word’s bon (born)/ (Lil Chrissie) You talking about fckin’, then you try and get sweet/ fck your rose pedals, that’s the only thing in your sheets/ Talking about getting’ me drunk, like I’m some slut/ I’ll be ready in due time, due time isn’t brew time/ What’s this with the Hennessey to try and get with me/ You going to bring the Hypno to turn into the mean green/ You won’t scheme me, see I’m proper and wealthy/ It takes walking hand to hand and conversating to melt me/ I thought you were diggin’ me, thought you really felt me/ See I’ve seen deep in you, you’re looking for self; see/ (Vin) What the hell is your young ass talking about/ Why the hell is your young ass talking a lot/ You clogging my spot/ You thing I’m some robot/ I wasn’t just out to hit it, I was trying to fit it/ Fit this relationship like I’m sliding on a sock/ Play me like H-Town, all about boots to knock/ Did you miss my whole conversation/ Did you even pay attention, did I forget to mention/ How much your beauty and intellect I was stressin’/ If I was all about the ass I can go get me a gutter ho/ I’m through with all that, but you straight butter though/ My eyes were glistening, I was nervous, you were listening/ At least I thought you was, oh how simply wrong I was/ I’ll take it for immaturity, I saw your purity/ If you had any insecurity, don’t worry, C/ I wouldn’t stopped at your first sign of doubt/ See I’m not with self, it’s you that I’m about/ Then all these words just come out your mouth/ (Lil Chrissie) I was told you schemed around on your girl Amy/ So can you blame me for acting all vainly/ You initially painted a picture, I saw it all plainly/ That don’t me deep don’t you ain’t shady/ You were looking straight to the hole, like McGrady/ Or maybe you just treat females humanely/ (Vin/Hook) Tomorrow I got your transit fare/ We could hit a movie or the fair/ As long as I’m with you I don’t care/ Baby you move me, I’m feeling groovy/ Baby you sooth me, whatever you do include me/



Sori4Mvp	Feb 14 2005, 03:25 AM Post #16
The Truth Posts: 35,327 Group: VC_Moderator Member #45 Joined: April 6, 2004	Insomnia Freestyle Part I Verse 1 Hey Yo B, who would of have though I would make it/ Hey yo see, can you believe that I’ve finally made it/ I don’t fake it, but when you see me just brake it/ Slow down, I’m coming through with the mad method/ Others can’t take it because they just mad I said it/ Don’t regret it, they can’t help it if I’m hot and I melt it/ Deep down they felt it, like a snow ball I pelt it/ Hit them right in the face with my mad verbalistics/ They can’t keep up with my speed and my logistics/ They can’t find it but I ask them can they get with this/ Verbally there is nobody better, a lie like Kobe sweatin’ her/ He’s ballin’ in more ways then one to have to beg for her/ I got methods like Charisma and I’m causing a dilemma/ My words our so mad Acura ‘rit to her like an Intrepid/ I know you crept kid, kind of like Ill and Al Scratch/ I’m like the dough boy, cookin’ up a whole new batch/ I just love holding this pen and letting it flow to this paper/ I wanted the bitch so bad, don’t mean that I would rape her/ Just understand the method to my madness as you exam this/ If you can’t fit it in, just try and cram this and jam to this/ I got more lines then a zebra, rhymes run faster then a cheetah/ I let it flow without a fcking chorus, like a hard drive I store this/ Got mad Giga Bytes, the more drunk the slicker that I write/ I take flight like Delta airlines like a perm I melt hair lines/ Thinner it gets like the air as I climbs when I write I refine/ I love a liquor store it’s like candy to this cat named Vin/ I won’t pretend, at a drinking party I’m the first one in/ If it’s a sin, you know I must have committed it/ I write explicit sht, like a new hat I fitted it/ Just call me O.J because I’m acquitted of it/ I won’t let your ass through, I never permitted it/ Your sht isn’t it, not as if I knitted it/ Do you get it, I only let in the sht if I sowed it/ Pay me back, you know you owed it, the truth is I told it/ The lyrics I spit are legit and make niggas throw a mad fit/ Don’t ever contradict, I got a rhyme base as deep as a pit/ It goes deeper then the grand canyon, wearing stripes like Tanyon/ It’s lonely on the mound sometimes you look for a companion/ If you do your job as in real life you never hear the bullsht/ Like the media is your boss sometimes you want to say your full of sht/ I just love spittin’ out lyrics like I’m a Lama, fck with me and I’m a/ Start punchin’ out kids like we fightin’ at school recess/ Mental relaxation is strictly known as the mental tool seis/ The weed keeps the stress clear and my mind clear of mess/ Got so much brain activity I can’t even sleep at night/ I feel like I’m drowning in my mind it’s so deep at night/ So many thoughts I’m pondering, I just start wandering/ The latest broads seed that I might be fathering, it’s mad bothering/ Worrying about my baby’s mom, worrying about my boy Angelo/ Worrying about the latest scandal yo, just play the vandal yo/ Playing mad keys like D’Angelo, hitting like Mickey Mantle, yo/ My eyes are so blood shot red, take one more hit to calm my head/ Pop a Tylenol PM along with a shot of Yac to help me go to bed/ Try to lay my head down again but I get a phone call instead/ I’m awaken again, one last time I’m gonna say fck your friend/ Girl I don’t care about what Tracy, Stacy or Lacy ever said!/ Vin is the verbal alchemist, the most verbal stout in this/ I’m gonna start drowning my worries with some falcon crest/ I wear this song like a vest, and I’m on deck like I got next/ Nigga Im’ out/ Loving it like a dark ass Guinness stout/



Strider	Mar 5 2005, 02:20 AM Post #17
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	ESO3 - Journal (Section 1) Lookin down this long, narrow street of loneliness and rejection I don't see acceptance, nobody to rely on for protection I go by ES03, I'm of the white complexion This is my story journal, welcome to the 1st section Everyone starts life, with a million different questions Like a little kid, wondering what the hell's an erection tryin to figure out who I am, can't count all the days and nights my mind is eaten by questions, like wood is eaten by termites like in 2001, god why did you let those 3 planes take flight i don't understand this sht, i try to understand when i write everywhere you look, young men dying in a war or a fight why does understanding have to be blurry, future out of sight I'm thankful for one thing though, it's that i was taught right from wrong writing helps me remember that, now let me finish my song in the end, i still have questions, my brain and heart playin ping-pong sometimes they get answered, for others its whos at the door ding-dong may 2003, my daddy was sick, god, you drove him mental didn't have to be, but you did it, treatin me like a rental not yours, so why should you give a sht if my heart breaks in half all the things you've done to me, go ahead, spit in my face and laugh I'll give ya my middle finger, hell, make it 2 middle fingers so angry inside, I say fck you for all this pain that still lingers death is just a 5 letter word, I see it in the newspaper till i sit and think about it, why'd that dude have to rape her then kill her, think on it, someone just lost a special someone then I realize i'm not the only one in pain, not havin fun it's inside everyone, I'm tryin to exchange the bad with the good to help change my ways, in my mind, on the edge of a bridge i stood f*ck it all, get it over with, conscience tellin me i shouldn't got to thinkin of my mom and sister, told myself I couldn't best decision i ever made, to stay alive and keep fighting even if it can't be won, like readin a book with no lighting impossible, just can't keep up with all these bullets I'm biting but I'm still here, fightin problems, and I'm gonna keep on writing while I still got time in my life to write, clock clicks past 12:24 knowing a clot could plug up my heart, be dead by 12:44 does it scare anyone but me, that you can die at anytime hell, I coulda died just now, even at home making up this rhyme all the possibilities, but I'm still alive, breathing fine I'm still alive, I'm still writin, this is my life I still enshrine



Strider	Mar 6 2005, 12:41 PM Post #18
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Vinnie - Late Night Endeavors Verse 1 Yo, I knew this psycho ass ho/ Call me over, I hit the gas and go/ It’s some late night pussy/ She don’t have to push me/ I come right over/ So far from sober/ So now I’m drunk and I’m swerving/ Doing mad powder like Michael Irvin/ That’s usually not my thing/ Felt just right like R with a young thing/ Hip vibrates, my cell phone rings/ It’s a funny thing what late nights can bring/ She want to go back to my place for a fling/ On the Interstate; off at the New Bridge exit/ As soon as I arrive I hit the fridge for beverage/ Drunk and tipsy, hit that ass with mad leverage/ Bitch was cumin so much it was like a hemorrhage/ As soon as we done open another Heineken/ She whisper to me let’s do this another night again/ Said alright, but we still are just friends/ Friends with benefits but you get no ends/ Look girl, I’m not even trying to pretend/ Don’t want to hurt you, don’t want to offend/ Asked her, if she had a ride up out of here/ Told her, she had to get the fck up out of here/ I called her good friend, asked her what she doing/ She said it’s 6 AM and her ass is not moving/ Mad like a N-Y crowd I could just start booing/ Want to get some sleep but my plans are ruined/ This girl isn’t staying/ Got to get her out the house with no delaying/ Walked in, girl I’m not playing/ Get dressed, I’m taking you home, know what I’m saying?/ Her girl wasn’t coming, for my keys I’m gunnin/ Bitch I’m not frontin’, you’re not staying for nothin’/ Verse 2 Now the sun is coming up and still no sleep/ For this girl it was intimate and she’s feel deep/ She’s been scoping me since her first day at work/ Always complaining to me how her man a jerk/ The bitch is a flirt, but she drives me berserk/ Sweating me for cash like I’m a bank clerk/ I’m not even clocking any kind of money/ She says “you write raps” get off it honey/ Saying I’m the best, you quite damn funny/ I got some damn skills, but this cat at a dead end/ That whack beat machine is what a friend send/ Rap real life, don’t dig what a new trend penned/ That’s why nobody is digging what I’m communicating/ Still, get in the car, I’m tired and yes I’m hating/ So yo girl, tell me where the fck your man live/ I can’t wait to see where my number one fan live/ You all on my dick talking about how great I write/ You saying that because my other pen took you on a flight/ You call me everyday and I never turn around and relay/ I never hit you back, still you try and interact/ You won’t give up, you are so very persistent/ On your midnight calls, you are so consistent/ Every call a new voice mail, must you insist it/ I don’t even listen to it, not this kid Vincent/ I hit star seven on the very first instant/ I treat you like a bic, and it’s you that I flick/ Like a gnat all on my dick, get off my tip/ It’s obvious we are looking for different things/ It’s obvious you are looking for significant things/ I am as well, but I’m just not feeling you/ Stop telling your man that I’m stealing you/ I don’t’ want anything at all to do with you/ One more time, never again will we screw/ Bitch for the last time you and I are through/



Strider	Mar 8 2005, 10:17 PM Post #19
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Doug - "My Head's Out The Game" Verse 1 Everythings spinning totally off track Someone reach in and pull me back My insides are ice and now im gone Been out of it for way too fckin long Cant stay with it its not what I picked Now life just makes me head sick The only time it seems like I rhyme Is when I rip bitches with my lines Every time I begin to move the led It always goes back to where I started Head wrapped around some sht I said My blood has been turned blue from red I gotta get up cause Ive just had enough Doin what I can to break out of these cuffs Just lookin for something to bring me back Find a way to do it without the twelve pack Jigga said it was all good just a week ago But since then it looks like ive lost the flow No, I can still battle, rattle off and ramble Unfortunately everything else is scrambled Ive lost the handle and now im fallin down Even with a few 20’s n the bitches around This moment nothing can hold my attention I’m finding my way back from this dimension Its like when the same song loops over n over My heads not in it and I just spit out floaters Its like Ray Charles constantly missin notes Like a little white kid rapping it doesn’t go Now im caught reminiscing about that day That I cared when J.J. knocked down the trey When Strahan flew round end and made the play But all of this just seems to be completely grey I cant figure out what’s black and what’s white I cant figure out the difference with wrong n right Verse 2 Spirited people tell me tomorrow is a new day They dunno how far my head is from the game So far out of range and just watin for a change I’ve never been here this part of life is strange One day ill look back on this call it the past One day my head will come out of this cast And then I’ll be back. Back to the beginning At that time her ass will be the thing spinning But in fact right now this is still the present Difficult to find anything here I don’t resent It is very foolish to question what god chose It’s like wondering why the hell Jesus rose My nose is under water and I cant breathe What is the one thing that will give me relief Get me off this slope moving down too steep What did I do that was such a quantum leap How in the world do I get out of this here hole Why dont these wheels turn when a beat rolls All questions and I have none of the answers Im tryin to scramble through another stanza What is everything just so f*ckin demanding Its abnormal to only make sense when rambling Stammering and babbling to just find something To bring you back cause your heart aint thumpin The blood aint pumping and the party aint bumpin And then you go to the roof n think about jumping Cause you know that you’re caught up in the mix Cant find anything to give you any kind of fix Some people smoke weed some people go drink Now your wonderin if u need to see a damn shrink Pray to the hierarchy and the mind goes out dark Lost trying to find the way to get back on the mark That point in life where your alive and just living Your here n your mind is still upstream swimming



Strider	Mar 16 2005, 01:16 AM Post #20
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Doug feat. Vin & Strider - "Its Fu©ked Up" Verse 1 (Doug) We’re all stuck on our personal battles Down on these rapids without a paddle You don’t even know how you got here Your caught in the headlights like a deer Don’t matter whatever the situation is It fcks with you it leaves you pissed Maybe you have a baby boy at home Still got other sht fckin with the dome They say hes a chronic alcoholic on tonic Not the only one life is just that demonic This all leaves you up all hours of night But you awake in the morning and fight Cause you a warrior aint ever laid down So fcked up cant even run together nouns Here it is that vicious fckin writers block Problems pile up from following your cck Every single emotion is just not flowin Tomorrow don’t know where your goin Life is just raw but you stay with all of it Drag yourself up after youve taken the hit Losing your grip barely able to handle it And just when you’re back up you slip Back in the bottom of the pit, its bullsht it creeps into your mind, for life your unfit changes when you look into that kids eyes That’s vibrant life, pull you up like flying Good as that feeling is theres still a twist You still wounded like a slit up on the wrist Cold hard fact is after that it will always exist Those fckin demons will never ever desist Problems wont go the fck away but you tryin You’re left here all you can do is try to hang in Verse 2 (Vin) Hallucinating, seeing more flying saucers then Carvel/ Bartender picked up my tip and rang the bar bell/ Proceed to place it in her tip holder but the jar fell/ Was once bright like the sun, but my star fell/ Walked out with this busted chick and her bra smell/ Her room is filthy and hot, now I’m stuck in this far hell/ Contemplated and called my man, no answer, aww hell/ I’m already intoxicated so said fck it, I hit the scarred shell/ Ass was quite tight but face looking like the bottom of my shoe/ I took one last final sip and finally hit the bottom of my brew/ Vin proceeded to screw, can’t get in touch with any of my crew/ So now its half past two, what’s this kid here supposed to do/ C-Cipher called back, he said cat has no face…..true…true/ Two weeks later I wake up and my balls are straight itching/ fck these polluted lakes, a niggah got to watch where he fishing/ Can’t let these busted up gloves catch my sht when I’m pitching/ Alcohol had me stagnant my mind and vision were tripping/ So now it burns when I pee, scared to get tested for a V-D/ Thought it only happens to cats on TV, not little ‘ol me/ Should have listened to pops and what he always told me/ Vin strap that sht, no reason to have the rubber up off it/ Now when I pee my sht just drips like a leaky faucet/ Verse 3 (Strider) Life's a bitch and the same whre who said she likes it raw Will be the violent broad, wanting child support Good stretches, but some times are black as the night is dark She's schizophrenic, and that's how life is ya'll Mine and your's, it runs its course then your time is gone This was all figuerative, but we still can't figure it She's an author and each page is rivetting, isn't it? Sometimes it feels like we're trapped, its a prison stint But within this sht, it gets worse when you sit and think Ask yourself what's the point and is this it? Makes you depressed and wanna close up like broke businesses At times she's near perfect, well behaved with no blemishes But she's still an author, creating pain with more sentences There's no remedies, just live and don't question it Cuz the question that follows is more perplexing, isn't it? Sometimes you feel like you're losing it like a lunatic Drinking juice with booze in it, like "Screw this sht" Feel like you've got the key, but the doors don't match There she is again, the whre's come back If you've ever, closed your eyes and wondered why babies die Asked yourself why there's so many things that made me cry I have no answers and this question was posed back in '85 Life's a bitch, we're still talking about that lady, right? She's shady, right? When a suicide bomber claims eighteen lives Good folks with bad lives, didn't choose, they were dealt these At the same time Bin Laden's in stealth but he's wealthy I know it ain't just me and I know it makes no sense Just some thoughts, they were my 2, you can take those cents Read a quote once, that asked about God If He's omniscent, then He can see the suffering around him If He's omnipotent, He's got the power to do something 'bout it He's all-loving, therefore He should care/Do you doubt it? There's countless questions and your answers are irrelevant A lot defies logic, makes less sense than a mouse scaring the elephant We just move forward and handle it, say prayers with candles lit Never knowing if they're falling on deaf ears and that's fear Being unaware of the unknown Has got us here, got us scared, hoping beyond hope I don't know because I don't know, that's how we're all living But thinking of it too much will stress you, just keep on living



Strider	Mar 16 2005, 01:20 AM Post #21
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Doug - "Gotta Let It Do What It Do" Verse 1 Just gotta let it do what it gonna do Let it go let everything run through You only see it when its on the page Opens up and only then u see me rage Like a rabid animal let out of my cage All throughout life we’ve been trained To keep it all bottled up and contained Flip it around in a nice way, rearranged Let it do what it do and you just tapering Off in different directions apologize later fck you ya little pussy ass faggott bitch Y’all wanna talk sht but you cant back it Attack wit your mouth afraid of the fists So would you please let me know which Way to do you play it when your boy gets hit In the mouth you turn and beat feet real quick And y’all look at me when I start to say sht Mouth wide open just hopin I didn’t mean it What you mad about? Gotta let it do what it do Hell for all I know I could be leaving here soon Please don’t get that look when I run my mouth Don’t give me that look because I let it all out Id call it a gift. Ability to look into your eyes And with a straight face I will just let it ride But you know that that catches up like a curse Mind gets ahead of my mouth and I gotta reverse Otherwise all its gonna do is make it a lot worse fck you I’m a prize fighter goin for the purse Now I could be like you and only say whats correct Then maybe Id be able to control my fckin turrets Na man fck you fck that fck it all, its bullsht Nope I aint never gonna fckin make that switch Just gonna let it do what it do long as im standing it pisses you off then take a swing ima keep rambling Verse 2 I see these motherfuckers acting like theyre fifty They talk sht but ya know that they aint wicked They aint got no idea what im here talking about Takes time to realize that its just yourself u doubt Then you get past it and u find yourself here rapping It dont fit, looks like bullsht to those that be napping All the way through life media tells them whats right On the way to heaven and they finally see the light They fcked up they blew it, all they were was fake And now its too late, its over we cant do another take fck that I choose not live life like a fake ass rat It don’t matter to me how many times im trapped Because of it, I wont ever run from the situation Whatever it is you just gotta stand up and face it could change and try to make it less aggravating fck that, you know my mind would still be racin And it would be more difficult to go back n trace it What makes me this way? Probably lack of patience Done seen way too much bullsht the cause of which Is just people to scared to fall into one of lifes ditches Its all gotta be peachy and rosy, gottta stay level headed Hahaha? What you mean let it loose? Yeah they dread it Then I guess I must just be one crazy ass motherfcker Crazy like a fckin fox, your all blind, you the suckers I aint playin I aint just talking this sht gets you in trouble Too often u go and take it too far oops burst the bubble Didn’t mean to do that, now I messed with your world Blame me because the way I see things is the way I call Them and you just cant deal with it still lookin crosseyed Directly at me confused as fck you just wondering why I am the way that I am, aint the way to play this fckin game Running your mouth too much aint right, make the words tame Im supposed to shut up, pull back care about how you react And then if it bothers you, if it was wrong then I gotta retract? Till the day I die just gonna stand here n let it do what it do fck me, im crazy. Yeah well that’s cool cause your doomed



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