Good rap

[davisrj87 10+ year member]

this song beats pretty good too

Pastor Troy

"Vice Versa"

(feat. Peter The Disciple)

[Pastor Troy - talking]

Yeah (yeah)

This song is called *******, Vica Versa

(I'm doin' my best to save my people)

It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)

Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad

Everything bad, was really good

(What if Heaven was on Earth *****)

The whole world, vica versa

(Good is bad)

Vica versa (Bad is good)

(Dear Lord am I the only one?)

This shit here, *******, gon'

Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro

Smoke that shit

(It's all vica versa)

Look up in the air *****

(We rich *****)

(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)

I know all these real *****s gone feel this shit

Vica Versa, Pastor Troy

(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa

If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?

I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate

And pray I die, I'm that ***** that they love to hate

I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign

And when you listen to these rhymes, ***** take your time

Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa

Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?

Do you understand that there's a war?

It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too

Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord

It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up

I give a ****, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear

I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear

Recall the beer we had to po'

For all our *****z hit the Devil with the .44

Payback *****

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone

And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby

It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me

God I'm confused, the fuse of all these mother****ers, makin' me sick

{*Virgin Mary never ****ed nobody, but she **** dick*}

With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa

So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho

I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth

I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth

While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire

For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks

Won't stop until they feel me

Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me

It's vica versa

Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high

To see the Lord almighty *****, I'm ready to die

My reply for any questions asked, "The Devil made me do it"

Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted

Up-rooted from all this stupid shit

See me cremated, my adaption to the climate

So glad I made it

Elated that they gon' go to Heaven

But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go

Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa

The devil's in me and I'll be ****ed if I'm gon let god hurt ya

Follow me...

[Peter the Disciple]

If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil

A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother ****in' level

Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did

Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs

And servin' nicks and talkin' shit

This is vica versa no ****in' commercial

Heaven or Hell, where do we go?

When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold

Only God knows, vica versa

 

[stocker08 10+ year member]

I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights

Fiends Don't Give A ****, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price

I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go

You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow

We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store

Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar

Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public

See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It

Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game

Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain

I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga

I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water *****

And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Could

Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should

How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge

Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good

 

[Rmsanger 10+ year member]

does not exist

X2

 

[w00tah 10+ year member]

"This is the life, we gone!" - [Royce Da 5'9"]

"I ain't with the leanin and rockin

That ain't even seen as a option..." - [Joe Budden]

[intro: Crooked I (Kay Young)]

You're nothin without (Focus)

Woo.. Long Beach (lay your seats back)

New Jersey (turn your speakers up)

Brook-lyn! Detroit!

[Chorus: Kay Young]

We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers

Welcome to the Slaughterhouse

(What you talkin 'bout?)

Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw

We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers

Man, we own these streets

And the freaks they love us

We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse)

[Crooked I]

Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim

I'm a sniper shootin my way into your lame top 10

Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem

Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin Lil' Kim

Niggaz better pray to the lyrical lord

that I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue

This is how a killer record

with the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all

Dineri, see I'm a literary genius

Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery linguist

Most rappers are comedy gold

They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of SHIT!

[Royce Da 5'9"]

Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street

Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet

Where them niggaz is backwards

I'm ridin with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat

We them copycat killers, unleashin venom

Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em

Lyrics be high quality

Bitches be givin me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology

Independently pennin the best words that were ever said

The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear

You can't hide, we everywhere

Now, picture a grizzly standin next to a teddy bear

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]

Yeah

Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dyin yeah and I'm aware

A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears

And that's no disrespect to the pioneers

If we ain't who you tryin to hear

Somethin either wrong with your eyes and ears

I came in this game screamin Jers'

Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge

Try and run with our wave

But I'm cool with bein Eddie Levert seein my son on stage

Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint

And I'ma be Nate Robinson and back up the point

Your run's over, run with us or get run over

I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers

[Joell Ortiz]

This is lyrical murder

Me and every track have a physical merger

When I stab it in the chest I'ma bit of a curver

So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger

Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat

Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope

Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope

to hang the piano keys when they hittin every note

I'm what no beat's able to withstand

If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans

Listen to this fam

Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman

[Chorus]

Slaughterhouse- Lyrical Murderers

Kef