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Clinton Portis

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It Aint Hard to Tell, by Nas.

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail

The mic is contacted, I attract clientele

My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death

I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps

Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond

Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin

Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion

Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin

Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song

Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong

I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell

From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up

Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up

Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el

Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille

It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill

Vocabulary spills I'm Ill

plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek

Jam like a tech with correct techniques

So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me

Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me

I leave em froze like her-on in your nose

Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen

I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen

Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin

End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again

Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop

I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles

Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle

And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova

You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra

Packin like a rasta in the weed spot

Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdropT

Though they need not to sneak

My poetry's deep, I never fell

Nas's raps should be locked in a cell

It ain't hard to tell

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Originally posted by Clinton Portis

It Aint Hard to Tell, by Nas.

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail

The mic is contacted, I attract clientele

My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death

I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps

Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond

Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin

Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion

Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin

Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song

Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong

I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell

From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up

Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up

Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el

Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille

It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill

Vocabulary spills I'm Ill

plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek

Jam like a tech with correct techniques

So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me

Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me

I leave em froze like her-on in your nose

Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen

I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen

Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin

End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again

Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop

I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles

Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle

And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova

You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra

Packin like a rasta in the weed spot

Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdropT

Though they need not to sneak

My poetry's deep, I never fell

Nas's raps should be locked in a cell

It ain't hard to tell

Quite possibly my favorite song of all time. You are wise beyond your years young Clinton Portis.

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Jay Z - Public Service Announcement

Nuff Said

Allow me to re-introduce myself

My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V

I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z

I guess even back then you can call me

CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!

Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire

I be the, music biz number one supplier

Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name

Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right

Hov', OH - not D.O.C.

But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"

I check cheddar like a food inspector

My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"

So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude

with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace

Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this

I shoot at you actors like movie directors

This ain't a movie dog

Ving ain't lie

I done came through the block in everything that's fly

I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex

I never claimed to have wings on

N***a I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a drought

Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm

You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game

I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change

And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me

lyin as if, I am a different man

And I could blame my environment but

there ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chains

Hope you don't think users are the only abusers

N****z, gettin high within the game

If you do then, how would you explain?

I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins

I got a hustler spirit, n***a period

Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it

Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer

No matter where you go, you are what you are player

And you can try to change but that's just the top layer

Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here

Only God can judge me, so I'm gone

Either love me, or leave me alone

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Minds Playing Tricks On Me was a good performance by all of them.

I love Scarface and the Geto Boys, so I'd say "First Light of the Day," "G-Code" in there as great performances.

I like Illone's mention of Pete Rock and CL Smooth in TROY

Mos Def in Respiration was a pretty good one. In terms of vocal/lyrical performances, Tupac and Biggie did have some great ones too.

Pure MC-wise, Rakim had a couple good joints from his 'comeback' double CD--"Guess Who's Back" and "18th Letter."

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MF Doom and Count Bass-D: "Potholderz"

[DWIGHT SPITS]

I strive to be humble lest I stumble

Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with it's mumbo sauce

Tyson is a Fowl holocaust

Fill and gas your whole head up with poetry I'm fed up

Ignore cordon bleu

Stand up get up

Lunge for your knife

Don't forget your potholders

[MF DOOM]

What

These old things

About to throw them away

With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like O.J

Usually I take them off with oil of ole

MC's is crabs in a barrel pass the old bay

Hot as hell and it's a cold day in it

Working on a way that we roll away tinted

Some say the price of holdin heat is often too high

You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy

The one that's too fly to eat shoe pie

[never too busy]

Never too busy when it comes down to you and I

[swear to god]

A lot of niggaz wish to die

Need to hold they horses

There's bigger fish to fry

Your on the list

If not hit the number spot

Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumbaclot

Could have had a V-8

F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight

Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy that night that tried to rush me

Dwight pass da dutchie

So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted

Take it from the fire side it wont get blistered

Got it

What happened oh it's not lit

These metal fingers be holding hot ****

[DWIGHT SPITS]

When I was four I pen god was born in new york

Back in seventy seven still got nan in the crescent

The effervescence of gods presence is thick

Unlike vapor

Escarole

extra roll

Word to the baker

Peace to the hard working gingerbread makers

Looked her up and down said hmmmm too much make up

Poor music taste

Ten years from being grown up

Rappers don't blow up, heads do

[hot ****]

My name is Dwight Spits

And I'ma sonic addict

I use to think it was merely a nagging habit

Born under a bad sign

I'm serious about this curse of mine

I strive to flip it in the fine wine

Barely born a virgin is what the stars said

Black not white red all over though like elmo

Twenty eight years have passed, I feel I'm peaking

I make music every weekend

It's a chore

A fact of life

A labor of love

I get mad love but I detest the labor

And it's wages

You know death

I serving life from this gift of god

Don't forget your potholders my niggaz

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Artist: Cannibal Ox

Album: The Cold Vein

Song: Vein

[Vordul]

Pop goes the flow of the weasel

Strapped with an Ox full of diesel

Trapped in the desert with eagles

Thoughts of ghetto acapellas in cathedrals

Spilling heavy gospels with cheaters

Twisted up, high off the reefer

Lost beyond regions of logic and reason, just being

We high so be not so obedient to society's laws and limitations

Lost in this ghetto population

I'm just another face that's facing all types of, like

Stereotypes and hatred

But I ain't going to whet that and get all stressed out

I'm just trying to make it and strive with my...

Hellbent

Hell went through changes, emotions, inner thoughts and rages

Relieved and released on pages

My life in its cycle and stages

Seen through descriptions in nature

Ever since back in the days when niggaz was loving and hating

Everyone trapped and two thou caught The Matrix

With diseases of judgement that breed through the hatred

Conceived through these scenes and then painted

Now what really defines the line of a hater

And what defines the line of someone even greater

And what makes somebody jump that line trying to take it

Wrapped behind enemy lines trying to make it

Mind in another universe while my physical's stuck on the earth

In these inner city mazes

[Vast Aire]

Yo (11x)

Lay that **** down

What is you, a clown?

You wanna see a little kid get shot?

Give me two good reasons so I don't smack you

For flashing a gun in my face just to get some respect

All in all, it's all love and I'm here to protect

You only twelve years old, someone'll snap your neck

You let your pants sag, but your thoughts gotta pull up

Mental calisthenics, lazer brains can't push up

Or even sit up to fight for what they believe in

He thought about it

I said, "Peace, keep breathing."

I see him mumbling, shrugging his shoulder

He probably cursing, but he know better

He had a beretta with the rubbed off serial digit

And I know he got it from Carlos The Midget

The only cat I know cold enough to hustle **** to kids

Been in this three man team forming eight arm squid

And they laugh in the face of

Any possibilities of being through and dead

We're all from the same ghettos

And these are the same hollow tips that knock nearly out of stilettos

He ****ed first, I ****ed second

And in that exact second both of the gats burst

"Man, this is your last ****ing chance."

"**** you, this is your last chance."

[Vordul]

Live and orchestrated

From blocks where animals grew up as four lazers

We twist mad sabres

Rock the sky pimping jays all day blazes

Wrapped in these inner city mazes

Relaxing on corners where cats stay wasted

Choking on 4-0 basics, you taste it

My life's an oasis, this trife's what I make it

Straight through these days spitting raps that laced it

I'm just trying to blaze these mics on the stages

Write on these pages like life as a scene, in amazement

Like, "Ima stay blazing mics until I'm fading

Off of this surface to return to my nature"

In the meantime, spit flows and cop acres

Put my fam in it with shelter that spaces

Everyday life, yo, is rap in these mazes

I'm just trying to make it

The O-E slowly dissolves in my belly, got me aching

Niggaz up the block, yo I swear, trying to take it

But I'ma stay patient, watching every move made in the jungle

It's live trying to strive in this struggle

New York state of mind, that's the home that I come to

Nothing but pigeons living, trapped in this system

Bleeding, screaming...phoenix

We needed that scrap for that meaning to stay shining

Trying to escape out of hellfires and lakes

Brain on another plane gliding through acid rain

That's stress trying to master pain

Spit words, not to hurt, but to bash your brain

That's the worth of an MC wrapped in the vein

New York

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And of course.....the Wu

"Triumph"

[Ol Dirty ****]

What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?

I'm the Osiris of this ****

Wu-Tang is here forever, mother****er

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight my niggaz and niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[inspectah Deck]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and high prophecies can't define it 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 you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,

Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an'

Rumblein patrolmen tearg as 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 your hottest block

[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burnt

Play my position in the game of life, standing firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?

In the line of fire holding back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the **** you at?

Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot?, we smoke pot and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rise

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking

Tell your story walking

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly nose reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the dashin

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty ****]

Da saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[u-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat

We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow

For, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune strictly ****ty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one "n-word" was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebral cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

heart terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation

Getting drunk like a ****ing skunk on five-year probation

[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another hard "n-word" diss, close ones gone

Those who stray niggas get slayed by the song

[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel Irief, takes the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Giving sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save shell from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, **** that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, **** she never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention

Hairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holder

**** it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black trouble through Ali

Came to trees we like the Genovese

Is that so? Caesar needs the greens

It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]

Aiyyo decimation, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off

Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York gang adviser world tranquilizer

Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic

sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, Lex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's sickening

Guaranteed to make you jump like Rod Strickland

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