Search results for 'concrete verb'

Royal rumble, yo the jungle here is concrete
Keep it calm & humble, puffing on the palm trees
How half this shit gets in, the shit beyond me
Call

Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete
Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat
I've been working all night while y'all sleep
No producer, no team,

Grand Verbalizer, What Time Is It?

X Clan

To the East, Blackwards

1990

that like this
How sharp is a word. how firm is a fist.
Originals come from the sand and the sword in the concrete, 
Fighting wars in the street.

pilla
Come down soon as a muthafucka busha

What the fuck, what you nervous?
The first time you heard us
Thinkin' of murderous verbs
That try to serve us

the time or the place 
And I just rushed some words 
A steady rhythm of nouns and verbs 
Whatever to keep you thinking of me tonight 

I'll be who you want

The Best

Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

1986

syncopated concrete-created
Beats that meet the standard of a street credit
Gotta critique a rhyme if it's weak
You won't want to speak if your rhymes not

The Best

Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

1986

like music to your ears cause I can combinate
Bass and treble to create a level
Of highs and lows of sounds that goes
With syncopated concrete

Onslaught 2

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He

Look, living as a nomad, a man that claims no land 
I travel through the dessert with no lessons from the Qur'an
No words from the bible, or verbs

to ask if I might
He started out fathering two
And watched after 1
Well then what happened to 2
She fell in the cracks like a rose out of concrete
What

what this about
I was tryna be a little
Better than before I was
The king that I am before I was
The guy I is to now, tonight, to now
To write, to verbs

I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier

Willie D

I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier

L-I-E-D
And don't know shit about me
But you don't see me running
I'm from the ghetto, hoe, so I keep coming...
With more nerves, more verbs, more cuss

don't know if I believe it
Homie you wouldn't believe it hell nah
If I told you the shit that I'm seeing you I'm telling you couldn't perceive it
Concrete

lives broken mind broken broken minds

This is for my people that's fighting in the jungle
Concrete beat revolutionary hustle
We die on our feet we wont

the price of a man trading dollars for verbs
Who left his soul in a warehouse
And his shit on the curb
He's not lookin for nothin but a patch for the Firths

verbs
You can get that later how I'm smarter than you nerds, crazy
Where you do yo dirt and make yo swerves
In the concrete with graffiti on 83rd
Gave

concrete 
Brunch and tai chi, the session ceremonial
Married to my land like I'm Oriole 
In cordially fashion, I order the masses 
Dispose a whole load

the concrete
In the same clothes for days I had to grind all week if Ion move my then I won't eat
It's showtime head first in dem white lines my bad i mean

Ain’t no lions in the jungle, Ayo my jungle is concrete and I ain't never stumble
I’m riding with the humble, we make the cypher complete
When

guess it's all up to me
Yeah it's all up to I
I'm connected to sky whilst I'm grounded to the concrete
What am I trying to complete
Yeah the missions

don't know how it goes
Concrete made the rose, If you knew what I know
All them condescending looks never doing any good
Never step up to my face like

live as a cripple you learn to breathe in death
The line between living and dying is blurred
Cause both living and dying are verbs 
And you can't do

on the stereo, mix the juice and micro-dose
And understand, while your feet are on the sand
Understand, while your feet are on the sand

Tired of verbs, trying for

on wock I got issues ran up a bag my solution to the issue 


Frost da verb I’m colder than any nigga   Or igloo bitch 

imma boss ass you ain’t nothing but