RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS COUNTRY R&B HISTORY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X METASign Up Sign inGENIUSCreateForumsRap Genius 63 Contributors7,049 views 3 viewingThe Rap Monument LYRICSNoiseyFt: Action Bronson, Alexander Spit, A$ton Matthews, Bobby Creekwater, Bodega Bamz, Bryant Dope, CeeJ, Curtis Williams, CyHi The Prynce, Danny Brown, Da$h, Del Harris, Erick Arc Elliott, FatKidsBrotha, Flatbush Zombies, GoDreamer, Heems, Jace, Killer Mike, Kilo Kish, LightSkinMac11, Meechy Darko, Meyhem Lauren, Mike G, Nigel Nasty, Nipsey Hu$$le, Pill, Problem, Prodigy, Pusha T, Raekwon, Remy Banks, Renegade El Rey, Retch, Rockie Fresh, Scotty ATL, SL Jones, Two-9, Vado, Yak Ballz, YG, Young Thug, Zebra Katz & Zombie JuiceProduced By: Hudson Mohawke, Nick Hook & S-TypeFacebookTwitter Embed Follow[Verse 1: Pusha T]They think that they know, something 'bout my lifeNot in the same class, not on the same flightMaybe the same club, just not the same lightsBoth fucked the same bitch, just not the same nightYou just took her phone numberI just took her home with a-'Nother bitch, ménageBoomerang, Strange'Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grandeStay sippin' that AndréSpent 3 stacks, that's AndréThat Balmain, that Phillip LimThey say i'm dressing like KanyeI'm everything that my rhymes say:Breadwinner, brand ownerPlay Cloths, millionaireTrendsetter, landownerHope your bitch don't land on himDrink in his hand with the sand on himYou small time, you Hyundai'sYou couch niggas, we stand on 'emDope money with a band on itHalf gold, we got a hand on itD-boys still ball the sameJust gotta little bit of glam on itYAH![Verse 2: Bryant Dope]I got flames for your download linkI let Ja Rule when I murder inkMurder pink, murder what you thought and what you thinkThis Queens prodigy is the product of what you ain'tWell packaged to distribute to the mastersPlotted this since first grade classesClass is elements of a classicI've got evidence of a masterYou never thought you'd be bodied by a bastardA bachelor who backspin on breakbeatsBreak necks of broke souls who hate meHate he? you can't take my heatFireball flow can't bat in my leagueI'm the best rapper that's been slept onStick around like gum that's been stepped onStepped on, I stepped up, so what up?Tryna make bread with these damn cold cutsI cold crush every beat that I touchMy words silk and my flow is pure plushTell HudMo Dope says "what's up?"[Verse 3: Go Dreamer]Go Dreamer's a [?], wish upon a starI'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to MarsThis that spaceship, that space shitThis that category 5, this that quake, bitchSee I'm so funked out, like out of hereLike blue lights in the basementAnd it's a red state, in Georgia with itLast verse, did you get it? NahNever mind, just throw that cash in a duffleAs I'm on my Hollywood shuffleEatin' your dollar truffles, this acquirin' tasteTantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the lightIn the fixture or in the backgroundCut all the hatin' in the backgroundCause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmickWho's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?Boy stop playin', stop playin'I'm just sayin', just sayin'Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go?[Verse 4: Retch]Break up and roll it, light it and smoke itPass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potentI'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'Out them little dresses, [?]He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounceCause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt upAnd I brought my own shit and I do my own stuntsYoung and I'm wildin', [?] try himHe'll call me Retch but your bitch call me BryanIn Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'If you catch me not in 'Lo it's a problem'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'[?] got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin'Seen it on a video, he yappin' to the captain[?] snitchin'These [?] cause these niggas switchin'And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitchesAnd I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculousMiddle finger to the feds, [?] all dayTake her out to eat then I make a bitch payAnd my wine [?] and my shrimps sautéedAnd I'm chillin' in LA with [?] for the day[Verse 5: Nipsey Hussle]Ain't that a bitch?Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in this bitchCover girl givin' face to the CripSomethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chipsHigh off the money and I'm wasted as shitHigh off the life and she can't get a gripHundred dollar cup and you can't get a sipI'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flickHundred thousand dollar car where I sitAnd my broad is the shitCrenshaw in the 6Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the CripsYou either ball or you brickShe don't know money so she callin' you richYou ain't got game so you fall for the shitSpend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she splitNow you feel like a wimpTalkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shitGot you all up in your feelings and shitProblem is, she addicted to the real nigga shitTo the [?]50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit[?] gold crown on a real nigga wristFresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch.40 cal, no concealing the shit4 gun cases, I'm still with the shitBacklit, wood wheel when I whipGot her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga riskAnd then feel on my tipHoes like feel then I Stockton assistIt ain't no stoppin' shitAvoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6[Verse 6: Problem]Got Mary blowing JaneWe fucking high, sex on a planeHey newscaster, we about to rainLoving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'monBlow him up, finna explodeAll of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stoveGod got me, illum-i-not-me written in boldSlept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazyBuy 150Let me tell y'all now, I want NickiLift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellowLet her play problemWhile problem tongue play with propeller (what)Keep fresh just in margielasDiamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (don't tell us nothing)Done everything, ain't shit you can sell usMoney over bullshit, friction derail us (naw)[?] niggas, yeah we take it or leave itBut know it's over since I was [?]You nervous like I thought you seen [?][?][?]I'm a boss [?][?][?]Cause I'm a mad man[?]Put you to sleep like the sandmanGive me the throne, I'm a chairman (diamond)Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakesJust copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J'sPlease be afraid but I ain't the shooter[?]Riding shotty in the chevy [?] know as a KruegerLyrical ruler [?]You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler pleaseYour bitch know that I'm cooler, pleaseYour bitch know that I'm cooler, pleaseSo cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degreesBoss daddy used to call the policeGet it good girl, use your kneesI love them brainiacsYeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)Back on my Compton shitDemonic how I demolish shitAngelic with my intuitionStudent of game make hoes pay tuition (huh)No dice, no pill, but I'm on a rollThat one nigga that Kendrick can't control (what)Problem[Verse 7: Danny Brown]That Ambien in my ink penMove the brown squares like Wheat ThinsY'all five days and a weekendStay smokin' on that defenseThat's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'Got money like I cloned itYour bitch came through and I owned itRims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned itHomie, you ain't hitting on nothin'Drop that top when I hit that buttPimp so hard it's a full time jobSwear, 12 stacks in my glove boxBitch niggas, tell me what it's gon' beYoung nigga chop it up 223Come to the D, don't hit OGsAnd my advice is stay low-keyBitch we great, bitch we great, fuckin' setBitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have itGotta get it, we gotta get it, we gonna take itBitch we jump, say bitch we jump, we gotta make itCouple racks up on them [?]Your bitch here smoked my trippy stickRidiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clitAnd it's over with, I'm over itNo sober shit [?]Y'all ho told me come over hereSo guess what nigga it's over withAnd it's over with[Verse 8: Meyhem Lauren]Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas made coolWe wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to doIf I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your booMy team's official, you ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crewPardon me, I move retardedlyThis shit is old to me, the real New York is part of meI'm always shopping, keep it fly, Lauren is archeryDon't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the seaMy life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the keyAnd then I turn it up, that's really how you work the VYour stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from meWe do this shit perfectly, we're enough to rise the mercuryHeat niggas, street niggasReflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, niggasLooking Cambodian whilst standing at the podiumMy flow was opium, we cock bottles and open themThe relevance[Verse 9: Raekwon da Chef]Stop by, tryna see a niggaAll I buy is these trees, king100 ki's in them streets, niggaMask me up in greaseSneaker game is lethalN.Y., them eaglesFly through, get high tooFly as hell, might as wellHire you the live groupCome through with that live crewBirds chirpin', cop that BirkinBoo, yo, I supplied youLiable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debutSlick, little niggas get gun poundingKeep moving, who saved you?Play who? Not meMe and Bronson, not weTwo real niggas sitting in the East CoastIce is on, eat clothesFuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word upTake your two, take your hatTake a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggasWe pound niggas and drown niggas andHemmied up, that brown, niggasAll my niggas get stemi'd upHennessy, Louie VMe and you, me and herWe as one and she is doneBattle rap me three to oneFreedom after, kingdom come[Verse 10: Vado]Triple hundred K in my duffleGive a hundred K to my muscleSlept a hundred days, just wakin' upNeed a brick, just break it upBreak it down, then take the cutWe shave around like a taper cutI weigh the pound, if you hatin' us'Bout to paint the town, most hated whatMost hated what, grab the dice then shake 'em upTalked hundreds since 8 and upYou lost the onions, no makin' upNo blunts but y'all fake as fuckIt's gym time and I'm shapin' upI've been foulin', when Blake get upYou gon' waste a life, you need to hang it upDreams, click clackMan down with that chrome Uz'On his back like "nigga don't move"Word to mother, we don't loseTalk [?] like we don't moveSee Gutter, be home soonSee Gutter, he'll be home soon[Bridge: Vado] x2What's good? Talk the money, what's good?Haters frontin', what's good?I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?"You know I got it, what's good?My people's 'bout it, what's good?Never stop, we never settleGotta push the pedal in that hood[Verse 11: Kilo Kish]I sit in the back of the roomLegs crossed, melting waxAnother free drink so soon?All good, knock it backRed lights, heart attackJust a dream with no end in sightWaking up to eveningNow it seems I live this rotten lifeSpoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning handsComing out to dance with other drones who couldn't give a damnBut when the night callsRedcurrant lipstick with the lights offLook at all the bottles lined upWondering who they could pop forGolden ember to the black floorBurning monks to [?]Part of the actionRetweet, now you're the attractionSit around and watch themWatch their faces and reactionsThen blur the lines until the sunIs back on your horizon[Verse 12: Zombie Juice (of Flatbush Zombies)]Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breatheI'm in it, potent marijuana running shit like the mayorRap game Peter Parker web swinging through the airMy minds in the clouds and I ain't got a beerSee I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefitsColdest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking discHenny bottle-eater, 3 grams in the fuckin' spliffCall it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit[Verse 13: Erick Arc Elliott (of Flatbush Zombies)]Yo prada never gonna pile upIf you can't follow this game, niggaMy team smoking that greenIf you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, niggaAnd I'll give you three shots hold this heat downShorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towelBut meanwhile, [?] she thought it was a freestyleEverybody wanna floss like a G nowWhat about me? Never had to give a shit about meZombie gang all y'all niggas pace isOn some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the sameSo forever am I living staying out of prisonMommy told me different but these niggas don't hear itForever am I living staying out of prisonMommy told me different but these niggas don't hear it[Verse 14: Meechy Darko (of Flatbush Zombies)]I heard lifes a bitch so I spit in simileHit and lick so I stay hitting licks on the aveHitting licks who is this? that be MeechZombie walking casualty beat to beat till it's actually fragmentsGirl you ride a [?] and no not a can of sodaTearing flesh beating pussy like [?]No High school diploma but baby I'm a street souljaSchool of the hard knocks every class I leap overSmith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tovShoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cutLike my women height and not even tryingAnd if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon' dive inHa, mic check check me, skin darker than WesleyTwo-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. BentleyMind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted?The darkest shit in it smoking up to infinite[Verse 15: Renegade El Rey]Renegade, nigga let's get it straight from the gateI'ma tell you what it is, I'ma tell you what it ain'tSee you ain't gotta questionOr better yet second guess anything that I might sayYou see not a single syllable is out of placeI rock a venue, people barely know my nameWhat I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thingI'ma show so you knowNiggas either do or they don'tAnd bein' number two is what I won't beI'm silincin' lambs and sheep, don't sleepCause my characteristics are that of a cannibalCall this shit Hannibal LectorMy timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorbladeAnd you look dissectibleI've been on my mind for daysCause homie we've been in the grind for yearsSouthern eagle, [?]fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fearI grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill kingTo get their shot, [?]I stay strapped, fuck you mean?'Bout my green, I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest"When I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest"I be up all night tryna chase the checkProlly spent it fast, I need to make it backM.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop meCheck these lames and pimp this gameLet's put it in my pocket[Verse 16: Rockie Fresh]And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayedAll the meetings we took, and all the records we playedI tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way"With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fadesMy number one rule is that I gotta get paidI've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th gradeNo English, I ain't talk, but boy could addIn the school of hard knocks I'm a fuckin' gradIn these Pumas I'ma run shit, high so I'm above shitLame ass niggas gon' fuck withBathing Ape trucker, I'm a fly mothafuckaMy team lookin' at me like every time it's supperCause they know I'm gon' feed 'em, Rocky been a bossI ain't worried 'bout the price cause I can clearly pay the costI'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my lossThen come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin[Verse 17: Pill]Real west side nigga, [?]Might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist[?] put me high [?]You can do that, flyin', fuck, do thisAnd yeah I'm from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin'Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin'Might hit 'em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrantYou be on [?]Hand in the bowl when your hand really coldWork the light in the day shiftI don't really give a fuck as long as I get paid shiftNew Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shitI go crazy on this beat right nowI really gotta go and spit heat right nowDon't matter what the fuck it's pradaWell fitting suits eating on clam chowderKnock it out the park like Eric EstradaRemember I was shoppin' at Family DollarGot your main bitch Facebookin', beggin' for a swallowPop this pill then I pop my collarPark this shit then I toss a couple dollarsInstagram, gon' post for some followsI've been in and out my zone if you really wanna knowI got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go[Verse 18: Bodega Bamz]Oh, you don't know Bamz?I'm what the music game needLike Rich when he just came home and then gave the keys to a [?]Oh, you don't know Bamz?Fuck nigga, that nigga go chopped7:30 my time, I'm on psychiatric watchOh, you don't know Bamz?Show and prove for what?I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fuckedOh, you don't know Bamz?Not again [?] boy catch upPool junkie rack up [?] act upTrunk with the mac truck bulletproof'ed upOh, you don't know Bamz?Double parked on murder lane187 my address, Boulevard of painOh, you don't know Bamz?My cellphone backed upMy clientele meet onceNo voice mail, just call me up, uhHit me up when you want that cockHit me up when you want more dickHit me up when you want that cockHit me up when you want more dick[Verse 19: Remy Banks]As I sit back and roll up this black demeanorReminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that BeamerI never was that kid in the streets gripping on Nina'sAnd still I was that [?]Leaders with the baddest featuresDog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakersThat was the life I was living, careless about their feelingsCaught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my wayBut now I'm older and wiser, cruising through summer daysWith a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavenderPurple cannabis rapture, hit a high like (a Jersey??) in the raftersYou wing a Frazier, some smart players until we majorTraveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these hatersCome back home and invest in something then ball out laterIn five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiterProviding for my seed when I bring one in this worldBut until that day gets here I'm thinking about these joints, twerk[Verse 20: Killer Mike]Lord have mercyI'm so motherfucking fresh to death better call my hearseMy hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitch'll vertMy Oldmobile is a cold mobileGot a cold, young chick down in MobileMy stacks so fat can't even hold thatFold that, lay flat like I lack no wheelLay flat like I lack no wheels for realA nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for realMove crack for realNo rap shit, but I rap rap shit, my rap shit for realSo you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggasGotta listen to these raps for realCuz, I don't give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuzCause I draw blood for realTryna hang in my city, tryna see a [?]They don't pity niggas, you'll get hit for realThese maggot ass hoes ain't hit on shitThey'll set you up for the loot shit, manThinking that's your bitch, better have your shitBetter have quick hands like Gucci ManeNiggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee GiffordBetter be strapped like CliffordIt's the big, black nigga then drip of the big black pistolI suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, misterAt the work she see a hearseBut at the best he just will pistol whip yaGet to see you child and liveLord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone[Verse 21: Del Harris]Young Del God is handsomeYour girl, she's on ransomShe don't wanna come backCause you don't make her [cum?]On the beats I do go dumb[?]And I make her squirt [?] when she grab that water gunNow fuck that brag rap, manI'm Batman, I'm Bruce WayneI'm kickin' it, I'm Liu KangI'm [?] these niggas, they're too lameUnorthodox, they're too tameI'm right hand but play leftI'll chop a trend down 'til there ain't no more plain leftNow pay respect to them gods, niggasNot talkin' church, talkin' [?] niggasOn boulevards where we rideHovercrafts cause we flyQ Gang 'til I diePyramid on my eyeButton up on my chest[?] chain on top, no tieWhile I'm choppin' up this thai foodYoung Del God make god movesYoung Del God say "fuck fate"If I lose then I choose toThis that chateau rap, that shit that niggas ain't used toMight salad fork while I choose toWhile I'm fine dining on YouTubeI'm a king, I said that I'm a kingGo to Onyx with an Onyx [?] on my ring[Verse 22: YG]I'm back in this bitch bashingThese rappers be swagger jackingClap 'em not, they don't even matter1-2, this lung been splatteredAnd I heat a pistol on somethingI keep a fifth on the beltPulling out the needles with the liableMake shine sit on the shelfCause I ain't light on the bodyFuck waiting in your lobbyHannah Montana finally did grew upI've been waiting on MileyI'm gangbanging 'til I break my fingersTi'l all my family members speak the slanguageI ain't even drop no album yetOff mixtapes, that's how I've been maintainingIf you a bitch nigga, sorryIn backs there is bodiesHave your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and anotherBury you in front of everybodyIf I ain't been who you are I don't fuck with youIf I fuck with you then I'm stuck with youI'm stuck with you, I'll shoot it outDo some years and a couple months with you, woo[Verse 23: CyHi da Prince]Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MCBiblically I am Timothy, visually I am TripoliFull of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty[?], sipping HennessyThat's my only vice, old school noisy pipesI ain't tryna be the richest, I'm cool with an M like Obie TriceRappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke nightThat shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twiceBut this the main event, can't tell me that I ain't a princeA one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and wentBut this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high offThe best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalkOr the stop sign, or the shots flyingFrom a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mineCall me Mr 1-800, all I got is hotlinesThese niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline[Verse 24: Young Thug]Thugger!Now I been rich since I was little like Robin HoodThey been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cordsThey gon' hate on her when she come in Michael KorsMeanwhile, your diction is lack, grippin' this woodI want youShe went to grabbin' for my jewels, I told herBuy yourself a squad, you get a rollie, rollieShe know she can't have it, that shit love my woadieShe want to buy him a chinchillaShe see you serve foreign country boys from the villageAlways, I gotta stand herNo, she don't want nobody to eat but herShe but like fuck them digits, stack them digitsCut them then we benefit, cut them then we send them intoShe ride three deep with molly in the middlePut ? all on my JeepAin't got no handprints on my golds, they all on my seatTen-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by meBitches know it's time outThey be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out!'They want to fuck me 'til I tell 'em all to time outShe stroke it, I can't coach it, I'm like 'Time out!'I'm not no snitch, but I be tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emTellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emI'm so tired of tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emTellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emNow I'ma show 'emHer posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie MillerShe roll my weed in giant ?, she tall like 'ZillaI want youBaby, don't you run from me, you know I want youShe down with Slime, she got a tattoo in another colorThugger getting high in LondonBitches walking 'round naked in no pajamasLil' homie ran off with lots of numbersAnd for that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mamaThen pop a pill togetherShe want to feel just like I feel, we growing wings togetherEverything perfect about her, can't get my things togetherI turn her up and we shit out earthlings togetherJust do it like Michael MontanaMy ? say I got staminaI cooking the Hannah MontanaI bury these hoes like Santas doI kill every one of my featuresI spend all my money on divasMy pockets on yella bandsJust like a beeper[Verse 25: A$ton Matthews]They found Max B prints in my wayBitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical daysNo roof, snow boots, and that Persian [?]Perving the 80's, you ain't never surf with the Brady'sRic Flair, a heavyweight championGot Trish Stratus with them panties on singing "daddy's home"Bust it, in these Space Jams, I'm a MonstarDo-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm warSo rumble, young man, rumbleYoung killa when he came out the jungleYoung dealer in the rains with the bundlesGets no realer, get chipped when you stumbleEat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soilChop chop 'till he drop, fuck what you thoughtI never leave my life with a lawyerEyes wide with my head on the swivelChoose a side or get left in the middleI just treat with the sand on the beachWhen the desert eagles meet, then I'm finna beatRest them in their sleep, you can lose 'em to the beefMove or we shooting in the jeepHomicide coming through the sneaksYour hands ain't moving with your cheekBag 'em up and move 'em up the creek[Verse 26: Prodigy]On my test, got a story to 'emLike all my raps weigh more than musicThe more I write, the better I do itAnd right now my stock is upI do me from day one, huhMy nigga you know where it hit foursStill fuck with me at day hundredCause I don't play, I gets offPiss off, bitch, you ain't litYou just a nigga saying shitRappers burn out, Pasadena, Kansas stateMobb Deep is that truth, liarCollege is that fuel fireCome try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empireI'm on point like the state buildingI stay sharper than razor bladesThink you doing the most, I give you the mostSlashes to the faceHoes like "he so angry", uhTrust me bitch, you gon' thank meCause when it pop and the smoke goneWe gon' walk outta here safelyFuck with me, I got youReal nigga, no costumeThis modern art that I spitIt's not no bullshit, and colossalSo pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball outCause when I bomb on these niggas it's worse than nuclear fall out[Verse 27: SL Jones]Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, pleaseThat bank vault can't talk but the numbers readAnd the tellers makin' statements, breakin' all the codesThis ain't a mothafuckin' date, we takin' all the hoesShop 'til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgueLookin' like a fashion fossil, I'm Gianni rebornFour, I was voted most likely to trapIt's survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adaptWaste a lot of champagne but I don't waste a drop of timePublic with my gang relations, throwin' up the proper signsSawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcisedChevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentineAll my homies certified, all my niggas outcheaLook like [?] we burned aliveThought that I would ball 'til I fall, then I learned to flySpread my wingsThey say success is contagious so I share my dreams[Verse 28: Nasty Nigel]Bolo swingin' from left to rightI'm not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin' my ethnic typeWhen I smile for the photo looking like LoboMe and my bloodshot eyesI pass on the Bud Light LimeJust pass me that brew of St. IdesGot cash, I ain't gotta think twiceUnconventional shitPretentious hipsters that dissHalf-assed review on FaderStill get no love from PitchforkNigel Rubirosa, que la cosa?Feet up on the sofaHeat up on the holsterWorld's Fair! Yeah, you know us11-36-8 be the zip codeCorona, Queens niggaThat's what I call homeFeet on the dash, mind on the [?]Racin' the Sun just so I can get domePretentious shorties I've been withMy friends that had me convictedIt's been two years and I'm slippin'Still got no pot to piss inIt's everyone goes, they can suck a [?]We have another song, I won't fuckin' feel itEyes on the Harley and I'm tryin' to peel itHad my eyes on [?] but she married KeatonGot no job so I'm hardly eatin'And you eatin' then we fuckin' beefin'I need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a fuckin' feature[Verse 29: Bobby Creekwater]Man they don't wanna see a [?][?]Happier than a mothafuckaYou know lightweight grinnin' in a mothafuckaWhen you're a dead guy and you on that highSo the whole world spinnin' in a mothafuckaAnd a couple young angels hide their haloCause they're 'bout to start sinnin' in a mothafuckaThey don't wanna see a nigga on the upswingIn a black tux with cufflinksWhen you're the reason that every single girl in the partyWanna dance and cuff drinksWhen you're the reason that shit gets ranAnd mothafuckas wheezin' to keep up with the planAnd the other niggas show up at your functionActin' all anti-social [?]Run up on your mama puttin' money in her handAnd you do that shit again and again and againPull up in the 8, goin' home with a 10And you really can't defend or depend on your friendsEx girlfriend wanna key up the BenzWhen the Sun comes up, nigga we up to winMothafuck you man, all you do is set trendsAnd you do that shit again and again and again[Verse 30: Action Bronson]Ugh, ughGot those motherfucking custom RoshesFeel me?This big beard cover my faceUntil my mother gets her first cribMy hand's on some surf shitMy Spanish mami perfectFuck around and get your father's shirt liftDrop a thousand on some sake and some urchinSwing the Dodge Viper lefty like I'm Randy JohnsonHand me the ThompsonI'll spill your clams on the carpetThen eat some snails with some garlicPaint the town with a harlotGreen feelers and CarharttThree-wheelin out the car lotPut the snorkel on the Wrangler cause I'm sillyI chip a little piece of brick into the phillyMy daughter's neck is chillyMy son's neck is chillyMy mother is so cutLook like it got bit by a grizzlyAnd these drugs got me spinning like some capoeiraStill rock the slow beats with gold teethAin't afraid to hold heatControl the JeepThat's for the slow creepFuckin' pussy smells like old meatIt's me[Verse 31: Heems]Heema the highest human, flyest cumin in my unitI ?, the shorties swoonin', and they want to get to spoonin'Never wished i was taller, himanshu ain't no midgetNever wished i was a baller, if I want it, then I get itI built a fucking blueprint, like who the fuck you kidding?I;m ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, if it's mine, i'm spendingYou lames and you fall, i'm like 2 Chainz when i ballGot Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wallHussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said that's fancyUnless his name is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans beMy shoes got dials, they ain't got lacesIf you got beef, I show up with many facesBeen to many places where we leaving many casesRunning 'round, man, but we never catch no casesGive a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babesTop off, toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée[Verse 32: Mike G]There's no way I can care about muchYou probably do the most and it's never enoughKing Midas, I can make gold with a touchChange my location to awesome, you should address me as suchSwear this game, you have to know it like the back of your handDestined to be like Superman for as long as you canWondering what's the purpose without living a life so grandThe worst hand is having the world without a master planI feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this EarthAnd [?] sleepless nights and long flightsAnd I don't like discussions unless it concerns a priceIf you make it out of spite, you still make it so it's alrightI spit magic, so cold and lavishBad broads perform sexual acts in trafficSo smooth, the saxophone and jazz is[?] what you lack and focus on what you have in the GMore than average, I'm nothing to testIf it's to me, you step and contest, then bring your bestGive it your all, now women beg me to callAnd unless we overseas, we don't shop in the mallConsider this [?] I've become urban mythMy aim is so swift, with this I can't missTop notch, number one on everybody's listI promise to kill them all til everybody's missed[Verse 33: Yak Ballz]I never sell drugs, I took 'emNever write rhymes, I cook 'emI'm from the Old New YorkWhere you got your chain snatchedAnd your kicks tookenI put my city up like I'm bench pressingScorin' high off the [?]Brutal, last in 10 secondsJolly good, body goodI met a stripper named HollywoodIn Hollywood, glass slipperAnd she gave me the sloppy goooooodSo you should tip her if you executeYoung leisure suit[?] with no extra lootMy ex left me destituteSo chances are I don't remember you if I slept with youYou want karats, I'm turnin' rappers to vegetablesCity of God, I'm askin' what would the devil do?Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky[Verse 34: Zebra Katz]Super villain, I'm killin', kick in the doorWatch me spillin' 'em, fuckin' winnin'Straight killin' haters, they catchin' them feelingsSee me grillin', me drillin', like we chillin'But really see I'm fulfillin' their fantasiesLike I'm fuckin' my frienemyYo what's up, see me on [?] tryna get buckWhere in the world did he get that from?When the bass drop down and he kick that drumSo what's up? Where in the world did he get that from?Where in the world did he get that from?When the bass drop down and he kick that drumYeah I've been known to really fuck it up[?] zip zap zupSpeedin' on the highway, Bronco truckWhen you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I comeYeah I've been known to really fuck it up[?] zip zap zupSpeedin' on the highway, Bronco truckWhen you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come[Bridge: Zebra Katz] x2Need [?]? Well I got it right hereNeed motivation for the ass to gon' twerk? Well I got it right hereIf you need a thing, a thing, then I got it right here[?] I got it right here, I got it right here[Verse 35: Curtis Williams (of Two-9)]Most of these niggas gon' hateMe and my niggas get paidOne nigga swing then we all gon' swingWe all gon' catch that caseCouple [?] to the face, got a [?] straightRappin' on beats got a young nigga madeWhat can I say? My closet got BapeI don't do delays, I want it todayNoisy pack in my wrapHennessy in my cupGinger ale if I chaseBut I really don't do that muchI really don't have that timeYou ain't ryin' to get no fundsDoin' this shit 'til I dieI'm rollin' and smokin' on drugs[Verse 36: Reese (of Two-9)]Rollin' up, chokin' up on the kush smokeWhip sick, big wheels, Big Willie shitHot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thickI love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeledStill pimpin', ridin' 'round town gettin' lowWith my bright skin shawty, call her light showShe like Reese I'm tryna light thatShow love, she hold me down like an ice packIt's big faces on faces bruhBig faces on faces bruhDead men in my pockets got me goin' upIt's goin' face down if a nigga flex usYeah, in God we trust, but bands is a mustWe gotta get that, spend that, get thatRe-up, recoup, repeat that[Verse 37: Dave (of Two-9)]Say deuce 9 in that endingBeen winning since the beginningDid a couple shows, need a couple moreThat price right but we skippin'[?] we gettin' itWith that work I turn into a chemistWalter White, send a [?] to my niggas locked up in prisonFree my nigga ChrisAnd free my uncle MarkyNow tell them they fucked upWhen they told 'em they could start meCause I ain't lettin' up, they're talkin' 'bout the bestThey better mention us, yeah they better mention us[Verse 38: LightSkinMac11 (of Two-9)]Apartment off [?]Rottweiler just to watch 'emMaybachs for the profitGet a Lexus for my mamaHail Marys for our fathersPress the pedal to get fartherIn that new thing[?] the dollarAll about it so don't fuckin' botherMy loose change got me Bruce WayneAnd a 3 page spreadY'all was sleepin' on the flow just a couple months laterNow y'all purchasing the flow, East Coast[Verse 39: Alkebulan (of Two-9)]King, god, pharoahFeared the sensei, go for bone marrow, saveMy name is running coyoteI'm on peyote with the queen, running on wavesI will make water out of Hennessy[?] a monk, I was born a public enemyReign insurmountableA woman will make me climax but she won't be into meThis is not a dream, marchin', in all blackA black claimed kingRespect the illustratorDon't you dare try the Elohim of flexin'I say my name when I name drop, sonWho's the god in this pantheon?Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan[Verse 40: CEEJ (of Two-9)]Get up trickPut your head to your knees like a sit-up, bitchGet too live for the crew, Two-9We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitchSend 'em all to Hell, [?]Spit it like braille, gotta feel this shit[?] check up, haters still [?]Yellin' kill 'em all and I'm on ball like I'm Billups, bitch[Verse 41: Jace (of Two-9)]Runnin' our heart, sit up bitchHard to go to sleep, all we know is workCatch no Zs, chilled on purp[?] came second but my bills on firstEast Side nigga, still my turfPierce like 'Matic, hoes still at itSwing like a batter and my crew goin' at itBest believe that that shit gon' hurt[Verse 42: Alexander Spit]Toot up the French hornThe fog machine is sandstormAin't go to campCordless toward the performer that's keepin' your amps warm'Fore the fans swarmAll but the limousine, swear to God that's in betweenIndigo indie dream, you interveneYeah that's a Spit sixteenHearts inside of my tip jarLike a bleeding beneath wood floorAnd if every lion is purrin'Then I'ma be certain I let my engine roarI'm swingin' swords and swingin' chainsSingin' pure and bangin' strangeThis Alexander Spit and I'm off the wall like [?]I'm changin' lanesDriftin' around whatever it is this game becameLike gorillas and orangutansGo bananas and bangarangThey say I'm prayin' to that crossFor all of that fifteen minute fameBut I'ma get my [?]And the god's hereSo baby just open your bra zipAnd just let them titties outAnd let 'em bounce like this was Paul RevereI'm 7.0in' on PitchforkI'm 10-0in' on this courtThis Alexander Spit with a pistol[?] full of [?], I got this[Verse 43: ScottyATL]Better have my check, I need that firstBefore I move, before I stepSee I been burned it don't take longAnd learn quick, it ain't no twiceI gave my time, I gave my lifeSo I won't bet what all I spentI'm trying to be good, I'll take your ?And I ain't even playin, just ask my cliqueYou know my steez, trying to get real A-TownGot that or either got sump'n to give awayBig feet on the bottom of a ChevroletEverybody and they mamma sell plenty hayNeed to ride with the weight scalePropped up in the seat trying to get thatMy ? on a eastside ho ?Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat backI'm a champ, I support itFlipping through the hundredCool Club with itRunning to the moneyI'm in shape, I'm in shape stacking cakeDuncan Hines go get "Faith" thats my last tapeI'm on 10, I'm on fire, I'm on point, I'm on smashRolly on my dash, breaking down in my ?I'm Atlanta, ScottyATL ho 1 space that's a Y not an IESlipped in ain't even check IDGame leave me I'ma rap IV[Verse 44: Da$h]Year before '83, I be the kid who found ETTell him teach me all he know, prolly make [?]Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some [?]Just to get up in her brain and now she out makin' me changeI'm full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley SnipesYoung Roxanne, baby, sell that body to the nightI'm [?] to die for once[?] throw the pad at Christ, they askin' God how do I write this stuffThe Lord never liked me much, but I'm sayin', "Oh well"Blazin' up with the devil, watchin' [?] in the cellMatches your favorite actress, blastin' naked on my mattressPolygraphs break, you say I ain't the illest nigga rappin'[?] captain of this multi million dollar factionMan didn't chiefMy sons of sons'll sandwich the beefWe get loot, always scram from policeYou bitch niggas lose your head if you speakI ash the doobie off the cruise shipAnd flew [?] cheffin' out of Ruth ChrisTwo bitches tellin' me they do sniffWhat do you know?So much wax in this bitch, smokin'You'd thinkin' I'm fuckin' mad or too soft[?]Nah, fuck thatBring them [?] back[?]On a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase it[?] I'm the greatest, carve a statue of my face, bitchDescription 3 Contributors ?36 Emcees all rapped a verse for Noisey's "The Rap Monument", the song was recorded during three sessions (held in Los Angeles, Atlanta, and New York) everything was put together to a 42 minute long song.The song — sponsored by Noisey & Hennessy, was initially released as a clean edit.Upvote+5DownvoteShare ReplyBoredBorderlineGenius's photo BoredBorderlineGenius 9,6813dThat was a lot of scrollingUpvote+6DownvoteThe RG Prince's photo The RG Prince 9,1692dCAN WE GET A "JUMP TO ARTIST" FOR EACH ONE??? @streetlightsUpvote+4DownvoteChakraKid_262's photo ChakraKid_262 2,6623dI've improved my trigger finger from all that scrollingUpvote+3Downvotestreetlights's photo streetlights 225,2192d@Halfadelic I can only do it if there's a good annotation on each artist's verse, preferably at the top of the verseUpvote+3DownvoteMcdiddle's photo Mcdiddle 3,0922dTo lazy to even read the lyrics or listen to the whole thing, meh/10Random niggas that have no chemistry rapping together that just sounds like a high school lunchroom.Some of them regardless can spit shit thoUpvote+3Downvotesho's photo sho 26,862
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