Who Spit the Lyrics? (Forum Game)


#81

Ol’ Dirty Bastard (ft. Method Man) - RawHide, that’s easy Slovenian radio always has this song atleast 50% of the time on parties.


#82

Really? Then they have very good taste. :stuck_out_tongue:


#83

I agree!

‘‘HEY!’’
‘‘I don’t like walking around this old and empty house’’
‘‘So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you, my dear’’
‘‘The stairs creak as I sleep, it’s keeping me awake’’
‘‘It’s the house telling you to close your eyes’’
‘‘Some days I can’t even trust myself’’
‘‘It’s killing me to see you this way’’
‘’ ‘Cause though the truth may vary This ship wiill carry our bodies safe to shore’’
‘‘HEY!’’


#84

Of monsters and men - little talks

It’s bugging me
Grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I’m endlessly
Caving in
And turning inside out
'Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I’m breaking out
I’m breaking out
Last chance to lose control
Yeah it’s holding me
Morphing me
And forcing me to strive


#85

Not that into bands or rock but I have heard this song before- Hysteria by Muse I believe, nice choice.

[Verse 1]
They was told not to ride in Patty’s Hearse
And stay out of Charles’ Mansion
Took Abraham’s Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion
Willis Reeds a map that marks the spot showin
On his left George Burns a blunt William’s Holdin
Tyra Banked the money that Chaka Khaned the poor
Alicia Keyed his car for givin Melba Moore
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora Cox the gun cuz she beat Kelly’s Price
When Rosa Parked the truck on the farm that Kim Fields
Linda Tripped for tryna to walk in Lauryn’s Hills
Water dripped outta Farrah’s Fawcett in the glass
She was “Superfly”, Curtis Mayfield her ass
Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a ho
Robert Diggs the beat, but ain’t feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny’s Cash
Nia Longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer
He confronted Richard Pryor to hiring his lawyer
Suge’s Knight removed the rook off the board
Don King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword

“Wettin cream, I ain’t wettin fame”
"(Fame is the measure)
“Rap celebs”
“The place where stars are born”

[Verse 2]
The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn
Tom Cruised the boulevard, Chris Rocked the song
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John’s Lennon
They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean
The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al’s Green
You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild
Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane’s Child
A beautician laced Erykah’s Badu
Sean Combed through the evidence, just to get a clue
The needle in the haystack, from outta Eartha’s Kitt
The Tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad’s Pitt
Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx’d
They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick’s Clarks
Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George’s Bush
Paul Pierced in the heart as the crowd pushed
Acting alone…Drew Barrymore bones
Of the victims, three blocks from Jim’s Brownstone
They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie’s Coled
The producer, threw the butter on Esther’s Rolle
Nipsey Russeled him down, got his jaw wide
In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire
Angie Stoned him to death, with those vocals
Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin local

" Wettin cream, I ain’t wettin fame "
“Fame is the measure”
“Rap celebs”
“The place where stars are born”

[Verse 3]
Larry’s Bird flew outta Nicolas Cage
Joe Tex messages from Satchel’s Paige
Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean’s Penn
Infinite bars, you couldn’t tell where the song end
Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes
Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin Bill Gates
He was a southerner, posing as a, native New Yorker
The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy’s Walker
He stayed on line chattin with rap celebs
Used Bernie’s Mack to search Veronica’s Webb
It cost them their life for the advice you gave
Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa’s Redgrave

" Wettin cream, I ain’t wettin fame "
“Fame is the measure”
“Rap celebs”
“The place where stars are born”
" Wettin cream, I ain’t wettin fame "
“Fame is the measure”
“Rap celebs”
“The place where stars are born”


#86

Definitely GZA -Fame :+1:

Clue: I want the specific MC of this verse…

“I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent
All the places I went just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent, on a ritual daily
Cock my hammer, spit a comet like Halley
I’ll buck a .380 on ones that act Shady
I’m original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son
You know you ain’t the one that rep peckerwood status
I’ll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor
What you comin here for, son you know the law
Let’s take it back to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose your panties
For the world to see, you can’t rep it like me
I’m Communist, terrorist, vandalist
Catalyst, scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist
You must be crazy, or just plain dumb
You might catch a beatdown now where I come from
It’s like that!”


#87

Oh hell yeah, that’s Everlast verse from Dilated Peoples! Good song!


#88

Yep, 2nd clue would’ve been his beef reference with Em lol.


#89

I’m not quite ready to go next just yet so anyone can take my turn.


#90

I’ll go then, since I’m just lounging around lol.

I feel this one is pretty easy, so the only tenuous clue I’ll give… the singer of this song is one of my biggest musical heroes and my all time #1 “man crush!” :laughing:

“He won the lottery when he was born
Took his mothers white breast to his tongue
Trained like dogs color and smell
Walks by me to get to him
Police man
Police man
He won the lottery by being born
Big hand slapped a white male American
Do no wrong so clean cut
Dirty his hands it comes right off
Police man
Police man
Police stopped my brother, again
Police stopped my brother, again
Police stopped my brother, again
Police man”


#91

Pearl Jam W.M.A. 20 ch


#92

Yep, that’s correct :+1:


#93

Driller
16 bars, no filler
Man wanna end my career
I see bare fuckboys, no killers
Go figure
Thinking you’re big, I’m bigger
Think my white friends can say nigga?
And I’ll stand here like that’s jigga?
Mad
Going on wicked and bad
Go on then, pick up your strap
But please don’t twist up the facts
Pathetic
I see niggas go switch up from rap
But this rap game’s long and it’s winner-stays-on
So pussy, don’t pick up the pad (dickhead, dickhead)
Death threats
So many death threats
So tell me
How comes I ain’t dead yet

Btw this is grime.


#94

Can’t say I’m familiar with the Lyrics but I’m willing to wager it’s a rapper you posted in the music thread and I think I boiled it down to a few guesses. First try is…Bonkaz?


#95

Oof. You’re wrong. …


#96

I got a few more guesses. Stormzy?


#97

Damn it, yeah. One Take Freestyle.


#98

Just finished checking it out and he’s definitely grimey, but I like that shit. I’m about to leave for work so anyone can have my turn…for a price. :smiling_imp:


#99

Bunch of coins that i throw to NPC’s is all i have, that good?


#100

:laughing: I was hoping for your soul or something like that but this will do just as well. The turn is yours.