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  • #97
    Originally posted by freakjasp View Post
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    this thread is so goat
    it is indeed

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    • #98
      My tounge is a Uzi, my dick is a AK
      My tounge go Brrrrr , my dick go Pop

      It's Tunechi Homie, Master Of Ceremonies.

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      • #99
        This thread is proof that SFTW2 is on par with his old shit. I've had a lot of time to consider the greatness of this tape since it was released and I didn't want to jump the gun by saying it's his best since no ceilings, etc... Oh and shout out to Olly for posting the Krazy lyrics! I've been defending that song since it came out!

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        • Mike Tyson flow

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          • too lazy to post the lyrics but sh!t has a crazy rhyme scheme

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            • mr carter.



              shoot me down

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              • Glory

                [Verse 1]
                Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
                I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
                Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
                The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
                I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
                I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
                Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
                That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
                AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
                French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
                I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
                Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
                From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
                I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
                These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
                Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
                Uh, glory, hallelujah
                Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
                I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
                I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
                And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
                You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
                I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory


                [Verse 2]
                I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
                I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
                Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
                I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther


                I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
                My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
                I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
                Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
                My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
                Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
                I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
                But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
                These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
                I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
                I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?


                [Verse 3]
                Uh, glory, hallelujah
                Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
                Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
                Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
                I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
                Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
                Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
                It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
                Lord, oh, Lord


                [Verse 4]
                Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
                I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
                The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
                My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
                She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
                We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
                I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
                I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
                Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
                Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
                That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
                Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
                Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
                No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
                No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
                It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory


                [Verse 5]
                Uh, glory, hallelujah
                Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
                My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
                You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
                My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
                My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
                I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
                You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
                You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

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                • Originally posted by Spark View Post
                  Glory

                  [Verse 1]
                  Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
                  I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
                  Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
                  The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
                  I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
                  I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
                  Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
                  That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
                  AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
                  French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
                  I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
                  Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
                  From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
                  I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
                  These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
                  Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
                  Uh, glory, hallelujah
                  Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
                  I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
                  I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
                  And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
                  You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
                  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                  I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory


                  [Verse 2]
                  I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                  I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
                  I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
                  Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
                  I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther


                  I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
                  My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
                  I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
                  Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
                  My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
                  Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
                  I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
                  But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
                  These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
                  I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
                  I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?


                  [Verse 3]
                  Uh, glory, hallelujah
                  Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
                  Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
                  Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
                  I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
                  Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
                  Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
                  It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
                  Lord, oh, Lord


                  [Verse 4]
                  Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
                  I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
                  The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
                  My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
                  She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
                  We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
                  I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
                  I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
                  Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
                  Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
                  That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
                  Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
                  Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
                  No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
                  No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
                  It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory


                  [Verse 5]
                  Uh, glory, hallelujah
                  Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
                  My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
                  You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
                  My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
                  My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
                  I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
                  You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
                  You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

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                  • Originally posted by Spark View Post
                    Glory

                    [Verse 1]
                    Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
                    I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
                    Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
                    The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
                    I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
                    I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
                    Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
                    That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
                    AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
                    French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
                    I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
                    Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
                    From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
                    I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
                    These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
                    Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
                    Uh, glory, hallelujah
                    Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
                    I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
                    I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
                    And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
                    You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
                    I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                    I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory


                    [Verse 2]
                    I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                    I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
                    I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
                    Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
                    I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther


                    I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
                    My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
                    I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
                    Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
                    My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
                    Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
                    I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
                    But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
                    These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
                    I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
                    I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?


                    [Verse 3]
                    Uh, glory, hallelujah
                    Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
                    Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
                    Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
                    I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
                    Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
                    Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
                    It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
                    Lord, oh, Lord


                    [Verse 4]
                    Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
                    I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
                    The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
                    My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
                    She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
                    We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
                    I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
                    I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
                    Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
                    Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
                    That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
                    Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
                    Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
                    No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
                    No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
                    It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory


                    [Verse 5]
                    Uh, glory, hallelujah
                    Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
                    My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
                    You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
                    My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
                    My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
                    I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
                    You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
                    You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

                    goddamn

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                    • Originally posted by Spark View Post
                      Glory

                      [Verse 1]
                      Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
                      I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
                      Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
                      The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
                      I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
                      I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
                      Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
                      That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
                      AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
                      French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
                      I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
                      Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
                      From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
                      I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
                      These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
                      Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
                      Uh, glory, hallelujah
                      Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
                      I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
                      I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
                      And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
                      You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
                      I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                      I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory


                      [Verse 2]
                      I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
                      I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
                      I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
                      Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
                      I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther


                      I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
                      My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
                      I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
                      Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
                      My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
                      Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
                      I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
                      But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
                      These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
                      I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
                      I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?


                      [Verse 3]
                      Uh, glory, hallelujah
                      Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
                      Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
                      Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
                      I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
                      Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
                      Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
                      It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
                      Lord, oh, Lord


                      [Verse 4]
                      Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
                      I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
                      The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
                      My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
                      She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
                      We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
                      I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
                      I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
                      Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
                      Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
                      That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
                      Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
                      Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
                      No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
                      No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
                      It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory


                      [Verse 5]
                      Uh, glory, hallelujah
                      Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
                      My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
                      You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
                      My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
                      My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
                      I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
                      You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
                      You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

                      Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
                      I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
                      The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
                      My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
                      She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
                      We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
                      I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
                      I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy

                      Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
                      Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
                      That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
                      Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
                      Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
                      No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
                      No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
                      It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

                      They're not as complicated as you make it out to be, still amazing tho

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                      • everything about glory is just perfect

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                        • Originally posted by MORO551 View Post
                          They're not as complicated as you make it out to be, still amazing tho
                          I colored them different because they are multi-syllable rhymes, i used the same color for each rhyming word, so car's the latest and bars the greatest can't be all red because there are two different words rhyming there car's the latest
                          My bars the greatest
                          , that's just my way of doing it
                          Last edited by Spark; 06-09-2015, 10:44 AM.

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