Post by J$crILLa on Jan 23, 2006 15:47:51 GMT -5
Tha Fundamentalz
Artists: ThaYOUNGZ
Label: Gestapo, Inc.
Album/Project: Torture Chamberz Mixtape
$crill Verse:
Back to basics, no need 2 complicate/
so face it, Youngz back to dominate/
2-double-o-5, since 1-9-9-8...
this crew has spit them gangsta rhymes/
2 all of u through good and bad times/
9-11 happend in the middle of us rappin/
God bless those lost. but we kept snappin/
many years, many beers, many cheers/
still some hate, but we deliver fear/
shatter those who oppose like windows/
spit it simple as rollin and smokin indo/
we stay high, and this crew will neva die/
why ask why, i suggest u dont even try/
tryin to deny is like a needle 2 ya eye/
get blinded from what these Gz writin/
no need for fightin, R flows frightnin/
we scur' yall from comin up in her'/
make ya life a blur, so be real sure/
if u wanna step 2 this, test this click/
cuz u best be quik, wit rhymes real sick/
we leave haterz wit mouths fulla dick/
choked up, cant breathe, on they knees/
beggin please, "help". trigger squeezed.
game over. ThaYoungz tha games soldiers/
its been years since we took the game over.
still doin it, who woulda thought???/
un-defeated, 6 plus years wit out a loss.
Drag’N Fi$t Verse:
Here’s the first fundamental, cross me- I’ll run~in~ya~dental /
Get the better of me, $crilla will press a gun~to~ya~temple /
Second lesson - you shouldn’t make fun~of~tha~general - /
Fuck puny punchlines- my game’s so heavy I crunch~spines /
My rhymes drop like tops on an immaculate fleet of six~fo’s /
Seriously, I don’t know why I’m messin’ with these tricks~fo’! /
I ain’t feelin’ ya dull raps – you can stick~those str8 up ya ass /
And twist~it, I’m twisted filled with pure rage ready to blitz~shit /
Watch ThaYoungz throw up all over the mic, drum beat~n~snare /
Don’t make me call up Scrill - and I bet he let the heat~flare /
Nowadays, these “thugs” be “soft” like flaccid~dicks - /
Claiming insane game but ya’ll really some placid~tricks - /
Your skill just ain’t visible to me like a book~of~blank~pages /
My rage~is thunderous like ‘33 when Kong shook~packed~stages /
Man, you spit old-school rhymes so I shit~on~ya~vinyl - /
Watch me get a good grip and rip~out~ya~spinal – that’s final /
BraNded Verse:
thayoungz fundamentally stuck up you can see us spit fo six blocks -
Keep an arsenal of rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks.../
steal a bitchmades life like a thief - and thayoungz on tha radar,doin big training for weeks...
insurgents bomb..blow yo moms like a planez attack'n high at 500 feet.../
Don't leave yet...let me fundamentally get chu all mad and pissed -
you aint got nuttz to cross angry youngz, who can fire off verbal clips.../
itz been too long since I've invaded an enemy camp -
tramp??...
yeah that be yo bitch when she licked me like stampz.../
ressurect'n old curses - think'n tha game still hasnt heard it -
just a couple of clips away from makin them gunshotz perfect.../
thayoungz be havin history, while we droppin you in shit piles -
J$crill, and Foulmouth fundamentally fuckin up yo style.../
so fuck you, cuz now we about to do shit wierder - like MJ, tryin to beat it, and smash that man in tha mirror.../
Artists: ThaYOUNGZ
Label: Gestapo, Inc.
Album/Project: Torture Chamberz Mixtape
$crill Verse:
Back to basics, no need 2 complicate/
so face it, Youngz back to dominate/
2-double-o-5, since 1-9-9-8...
this crew has spit them gangsta rhymes/
2 all of u through good and bad times/
9-11 happend in the middle of us rappin/
God bless those lost. but we kept snappin/
many years, many beers, many cheers/
still some hate, but we deliver fear/
shatter those who oppose like windows/
spit it simple as rollin and smokin indo/
we stay high, and this crew will neva die/
why ask why, i suggest u dont even try/
tryin to deny is like a needle 2 ya eye/
get blinded from what these Gz writin/
no need for fightin, R flows frightnin/
we scur' yall from comin up in her'/
make ya life a blur, so be real sure/
if u wanna step 2 this, test this click/
cuz u best be quik, wit rhymes real sick/
we leave haterz wit mouths fulla dick/
choked up, cant breathe, on they knees/
beggin please, "help". trigger squeezed.
game over. ThaYoungz tha games soldiers/
its been years since we took the game over.
still doin it, who woulda thought???/
un-defeated, 6 plus years wit out a loss.
Drag’N Fi$t Verse:
Here’s the first fundamental, cross me- I’ll run~in~ya~dental /
Get the better of me, $crilla will press a gun~to~ya~temple /
Second lesson - you shouldn’t make fun~of~tha~general - /
Fuck puny punchlines- my game’s so heavy I crunch~spines /
My rhymes drop like tops on an immaculate fleet of six~fo’s /
Seriously, I don’t know why I’m messin’ with these tricks~fo’! /
I ain’t feelin’ ya dull raps – you can stick~those str8 up ya ass /
And twist~it, I’m twisted filled with pure rage ready to blitz~shit /
Watch ThaYoungz throw up all over the mic, drum beat~n~snare /
Don’t make me call up Scrill - and I bet he let the heat~flare /
Nowadays, these “thugs” be “soft” like flaccid~dicks - /
Claiming insane game but ya’ll really some placid~tricks - /
Your skill just ain’t visible to me like a book~of~blank~pages /
My rage~is thunderous like ‘33 when Kong shook~packed~stages /
Man, you spit old-school rhymes so I shit~on~ya~vinyl - /
Watch me get a good grip and rip~out~ya~spinal – that’s final /
BraNded Verse:
thayoungz fundamentally stuck up you can see us spit fo six blocks -
Keep an arsenal of rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks.../
steal a bitchmades life like a thief - and thayoungz on tha radar,doin big training for weeks...
insurgents bomb..blow yo moms like a planez attack'n high at 500 feet.../
Don't leave yet...let me fundamentally get chu all mad and pissed -
you aint got nuttz to cross angry youngz, who can fire off verbal clips.../
itz been too long since I've invaded an enemy camp -
tramp??...
yeah that be yo bitch when she licked me like stampz.../
ressurect'n old curses - think'n tha game still hasnt heard it -
just a couple of clips away from makin them gunshotz perfect.../
thayoungz be havin history, while we droppin you in shit piles -
J$crill, and Foulmouth fundamentally fuckin up yo style.../
so fuck you, cuz now we about to do shit wierder - like MJ, tryin to beat it, and smash that man in tha mirror.../
