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The Rap Monument LYRICS

Noisey

Ft: Action Bronson, Alexander Spit, A$ton Matthews, Bobby Creekwater, Bodega Bamz, Bryant Dope, CeeJ, Curtis Williams, CyHi The Prynce, Danny Brown, Da$h, Del Harris, Erick Arc Elliott, FatKidsBrotha, Flatbush Zombies, GoDreamer, Heems, Jace, Killer Mike, Kilo Kish, LightSkinMac11, Meechy Darko, Meyhem Lauren, Mike G, Nigel Nasty, Nipsey Hu$$le, Pill, Problem, Prodigy, Pusha T, Raekwon, Remy Banks, Renegade El Rey, Retch, Rockie Fresh, Scotty ATL, SL Jones, Two-9, Vado, Yak Ballz, YG, Young Thug, Zebra Katz & Zombie Juice

Produced By: Hudson Mohawke, Nick Hook & S-Type

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[Verse 1: Pusha T]

They think that they know, something 'bout my life

Not in the same class, not on the same flight

Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night

You just took her phone number

I just took her home with a-

'Nother bitch, ménage

Boomerang, Strange'

Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)

Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande

Stay sippin' that André

Spent 3 stacks, that's André

That Balmain, that Phillip Lim

They say i'm dressing like Kanye

I'm everything that my rhymes say:

Breadwinner, brand owner

Play Cloths, millionaire

Trendsetter, landowner

Hope your bitch don't land on him

Drink in his hand with the sand on him

You small time, you Hyundai's

You couch niggas, we stand on 'em

Dope money with a band on it

Half gold, we got a hand on it

D-boys still ball the same

Just gotta little bit of glam on it

YAH!

[Verse 2: Bryant Dope]

I got flames for your download link

I let Ja Rule when I murder ink

Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think

This Queens prodigy is the product of what you ain't

Well packaged to distribute to the masters

Plotted this since first grade classes

Class is elements of a classic

I've got evidence of a master

You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard

A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats

Break necks of broke souls who hate me

Hate he? you can't take my heat

Fireball flow can't bat in my league

I'm the best rapper that's been slept on

Stick around like gum that's been stepped on

Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up?

Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts

I cold crush every beat that I touch

My words silk and my flow is pure plush

Tell HudMo Dope says what's up?

[Verse 3: Go Dreamer]

Go Dreamer's a [?], wish upon a star

I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars

This that spaceship, that space shit

This that category 5, this that quake, bitch

See I'm so funked out, like out of here

Like blue lights in the basement

And it's a red state, in Georgia with it

Last verse, did you get it? Nah

Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle

As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle

Eatin' your dollar truffles, this acquirin' taste

Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light

In the fixture or in the background

Cut all the hatin' in the background

Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick

Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?

Boy stop playin', stop playin'

I'm just sayin', just sayin'

Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go?

[Verse 4: Retch]

Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it

Pass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potent

I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'

These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'

Out them little dresses, [?]

He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce

Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up

And I brought my own shit and I do my own stunts

Young and I'm wildin', [?] try him

He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan

In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'

If you catch me not in 'Lo it's a problem

'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'

[?] got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?

Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin'

Seen it on a video, he yappin' to the captain

[?] snitchin'

These [?] cause these niggas switchin'

And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitches

And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous

Middle finger to the feds, [?] all day

Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay

And my wine [?] and my shrimps sautéed

And I'm chillin' in LA with [?] for the day

[Verse 5: Nipsey Hussle]

Ain't that a bitch?

Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in this bitch

Cover girl givin' face to the Crip

Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips

High off the money and I'm wasted as shit

High off the life and she can't get a grip

Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip

I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick

Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit

And my broad is the shit

Crenshaw in the 6

Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips

You either ball or you brick

She don't know money so she callin' you rich

You ain't got game so you fall for the shit

Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split

Now you feel like a wimp

Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit

Got you all up in your feelings and shit

Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit

To the [?]

50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit

[?] gold crown on a real nigga wrist

Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch

.40 cal, no concealing the shit

4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit

Backlit, wood wheel when I whip

Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk

And then feel on my tip

Hoes like feel then I Stockton assist

It ain't no stoppin' shit

Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6

[Verse 6: Problem]

Got Mary blowing Jane

We fucking high, sex on a plane

Hey newscaster, we about to rain

Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon

Blow him up, finna explode

All of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove

God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold

Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy

Buy 150

Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki

Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow

Let her play problem

While problem tongue play with propeller (what)

Keep fresh just in margielas

Diamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (don't tell us nothing)

Done everything, ain't shit you can sell us

Money over bullshit, friction derail us (naw)

[?] niggas, yeah we take it or leave it

But know it's over since I was [?]

You nervous like I thought you seen [?]

[?]

[?]

I'm a boss [?]

[?]

[?]

Cause I'm a mad man

[?]

Put you to sleep like the sandman

Give me the throne, I'm a chairman (diamond)

Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes

Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's

Please be afraid but I ain't the shooter

[?]

Riding shotty in the chevy [?] know as a Krueger

Lyrical ruler [?]

You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please

Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please

Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please

So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees

Boss daddy used to call the police

Get it good girl, use your knees

I love them brainiacs

Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)

Back on my Compton shit

Demonic how I demolish shit

Angelic with my intuition

Student of game make hoes pay tuition (huh)

No dice, no pill, but I'm on a roll

That one nigga that Kendrick can't control (what)

Problem

[Verse 7: Danny Brown]

That Ambien in my ink pen

Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins

Y'all five days and a weekend

Stay smokin' on that defense

That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'

Got money like I cloned it

Your bitch came through and I owned it

Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it

Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'

Drop that top when I hit that butt

Pimp so hard it's a full time job

Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box

Bitch niggas, tell me what it's gon' be

Young nigga chop it up 223

Come to the D, don't hit OGs

And my advice is stay low-key

Bitch we great, bitch we great, fuckin' set

Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it

Gotta get it, we gotta get it, we gonna take it

Bitch we jump, say bitch we jump, we gotta make it

Couple racks up on them [?]

Your bitch here smoked my trippy stick

Ridiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clit

And it's over with, I'm over it

No sober shit [?]

Y'all ho told me come over here

So guess what nigga it's over with

And it's over with

[Verse 8: Meyhem Lauren]

Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas made cool

We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do

If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo

My team's official, you ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew

Pardon me, I move retardedly

This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me

I'm always shopping, keep it fly, Lauren is archery

Don't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea

My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key

And then I turn it up, that's really how you work the V

Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me

We do this shit perfectly, we're enough to rise the mercury

Heat niggas, street niggas

Reflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, niggas

Looking Cambodian whilst standing at the podium

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them

The relevance

[Verse 9: Raekwon da Chef]

Stop by, tryna see a nigga

All I buy is these trees, king

100 ki's in them streets, nigga

Mask me up in grease

Sneaker game is lethal

N.Y., them eagles

Fly through, get high too

Fly as hell, might as well

Hire you the live group

Come through with that live crew

Birds chirpin', cop that Birkin

Boo, yo, I supplied you

Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut

Slick, little niggas get gun pounding

Keep moving, who saved you?

Play who? Not me

Me and Bronson, not we

Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast

Ice is on, eat clothes

Fuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word up

Take your two, take your hat

Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggas

We pound niggas and drown niggas and

Hemmied up, that brown, niggas

All my niggas get stemi'd up

Hennessy, Louie V

Me and you, me and her

We as one and she is done

Battle rap me three to one

Freedom after, kingdom come

[Verse 10: Vado]

Triple hundred K in my duffle

Give a hundred K to my muscle

Slept a hundred days, just wakin' up

Need a brick, just break it up

Break it down, then take the cut

We shave around like a taper cut

I weigh the pound, if you hatin' us

'Bout to paint the town, most hated what

Most hated what, grab the dice then shake 'em up

Talked hundreds since 8 and up

You lost the onions, no makin' up

No blunts but y'all fake as fuck

It's gym time and I'm shapin' up

I've been foulin', when Blake get up

You gon' waste a life, you need to hang it up

Dreams, click clack

Man down with that chrome Uz'

On his back like nigga don't move

Word to mother, we don't lose

Talk [?] like we don't move

See Gutter, be home soon

See Gutter, he'll be home soon

[Bridge: Vado] x2

What's good? Talk the money, what's good?

Haters frontin', what's good?

I'm pullin' up like, What's good?

You know I got it, what's good?

My people's 'bout it, what's good?

Never stop, we never settle

Gotta push the pedal in that hood

[Verse 11: Kilo Kish]

I sit in the back of the room

Legs crossed, melting wax

Another free drink so soon?

All good, knock it back

Red lights, heart attack

Just a dream with no end in sight

Waking up to evening

Now it seems I live this rotten life

Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands

Coming out to dance with other drones who couldn't give a damn

But when the night calls

Redcurrant lipstick with the lights off

Look at all the bottles lined up

Wondering who they could pop for

Golden ember to the black floor

Burning monks to [?]

Part of the action

Retweet, now you're the attraction

Sit around and watch them

Watch their faces and reactions

Then blur the lines until the sun

Is back on your horizon

[Verse 12: Zombie Juice (of Flatbush Zombies)]

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe

I'm in it, potent marijuana running shit like the mayor

Rap game Peter Parker web swinging through the air

My minds in the clouds and I ain't got a beer

See I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefits

Coldest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking disc

Henny bottle-eater, 3 grams in the fuckin' spliff

Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit

[Verse 13: Erick Arc Elliott (of Flatbush Zombies)]

Yo prada never gonna pile up

If you can't follow this game, nigga

My team smoking that green

If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga

And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down

Shorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towel

But meanwhile, [?] she thought it was a freestyle

Everybody wanna floss like a G now

What about me? Never had to give a shit about me

Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is

On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same

So forever am I living staying out of prison

Mommy told me different but these niggas don't hear it

Forever am I living staying out of prison

Mommy told me different but these niggas don't hear it

[Verse 14: Meechy Darko (of Flatbush Zombies)]

I heard lifes a bitch so I spit in simile

Hit and lick so I stay hitting licks on the ave

Hitting licks who is this? that be Meech

Zombie walking casualty beat to beat till it's actually fragments

Girl you ride a [?] and no not a can of soda

Tearing flesh beating pussy like [?]

No High school diploma but baby I'm a street soulja

School of the hard knocks every class I leap over

Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov

Shoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cut

Like my women height and not even trying

And if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon' dive in

Ha, mic check check me, skin darker than Wesley

Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley

Mind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted?

The darkest shit in it smoking up to infinite

[Verse 15: Renegade El Rey]

Renegade, nigga let's get it straight from the gate

I'ma tell you what it is, I'ma tell you what it ain't

See you ain't gotta question

Or better yet second guess anything that I might say

You see not a single syllable is out of place

I rock a venue, people barely know my name

What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing

I'ma show so you know

Niggas either do or they don't

And bein' number two is what I won't be

I'm silincin' lambs and sheep, don't sleep

Cause my characteristics are that of a cannibal

Call this shit Hannibal Lector

My timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorblade

And you look dissectible

I've been on my mind for days

Cause homie we've been in the grind for years

Southern eagle, [?]fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fear

I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill king

To get their shot, [?]

I stay strapped, fuck you mean?

'Bout my green, I need bread, I'm like Fuck the rest

When I need bread, I'm like Fuck the rest

I be up all night tryna chase the check

Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back

M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me

Check these lames and pimp this game

Let's put it in my pocket

[Verse 16: Rockie Fresh]

And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayed

All the meetings we took, and all the records we played

I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, no way

With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fades

My number one rule is that I gotta get paid

I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade

No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add

In the school of hard knocks I'm a fuckin' grad

In these Pumas I'ma run shit, high so I'm above shit

Lame ass niggas gon' fuck with

Bathing Ape trucker, I'm a fly mothafucka

My team lookin' at me like every time it's supper

Cause they know I'm gon' feed 'em, Rocky been a boss

I ain't worried 'bout the price cause I can clearly pay the cost

I'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my loss

Then come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin

[Verse 17: Pill]

Real west side nigga, [?]

Might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist

[?] put me high [?]

You can do that, flyin', fuck, do this

And yeah I'm from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin'

Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin'

Might hit 'em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrant

You be on [?]

Hand in the bowl when your hand really cold

Work the light in the day shift

I don't really give a fuck as long as I get paid shift

New Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shit

I go crazy on this beat right now

I really gotta go and spit heat right now

Don't matter what the fuck it's prada

Well fitting suits eating on clam chowder

Knock it out the park like Eric Estrada

Remember I was shoppin' at Family Dollar

Got your main bitch Facebookin', beggin' for a swallow

Pop this pill then I pop my collar

Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars

Instagram, gon' post for some follows

I've been in and out my zone if you really wanna know

I got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go

[Verse 18: Bodega Bamz]

Oh, you don't know Bamz?

I'm what the music game need

Like Rich when he just came home and then gave the keys to a [?]

Oh, you don't know Bamz?

Fuck nigga, that nigga go chopped

7:30 my time, I'm on psychiatric watch

Oh, you don't know Bamz?

Show and prove for what?

I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fucked

Oh, you don't know Bamz?

Not again [?] boy catch up

Pool junkie rack up [?] act up

Trunk with the mac truck bulletproof'ed up

Oh, you don't know Bamz?

Double parked on murder lane

187 my address, Boulevard of pain

Oh, you don't know Bamz?

My cellphone backed up

My clientele meet once

No voice mail, just call me up, uh

Hit me up when you want that cock

Hit me up when you want more dick

Hit me up when you want that cock

Hit me up when you want more dick

[Verse 19: Remy Banks]

As I sit back and roll up this black demeanor

Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Beamer

I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Nina's

And still I was that [?]

Leaders with the baddest features

Dog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakers

That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings

Caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my way

But now I'm older and wiser, cruising through summer days

With a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavender

Purple cannabis rapture, hit a high like (a Jersey??) in the rafters

You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we major

Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters

Come back home and invest in something then ball out later

In five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter

Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world

But until that day gets here I'm thinking about these joints, twerk

[Verse 20: Killer Mike]

Lord have mercy

I'm so motherfucking fresh to death better call my hearse

My hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitch'll vert

My Oldmobile is a cold mobile

Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile

My stacks so fat can't even hold that

Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel

Lay flat like I lack no wheels for real

A nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for real

Move crack for real

No rap shit, but I rap rap shit, my rap shit for real

So you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggas

Gotta listen to these raps for real

Cuz, I don't give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuz

Cause I draw blood for real

Tryna hang in my city, tryna see a [?]

They don't pity niggas, you'll get hit for real

These maggot ass hoes ain't hit on shit

They'll set you up for the loot shit, man

Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit

Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane

Niggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee Gifford

Better be strapped like Clifford

It's the big, black nigga then drip of the big black pistol

I suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, mister

At the work she see a hearse

But at the best he just will pistol whip ya

Get to see you child and live

Lord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone

[Verse 21: Del Harris]

Young Del God is handsome

Your girl, she's on ransom

She don't wanna come back

Cause you don't make her [cum?]

On the beats I do go dumb

[?]

And I make her squirt [?] when she grab that water gun

Now fuck that brag rap, man

I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne

I'm kickin' it, I'm Liu Kang

I'm [?] these niggas, they're too lame

Unorthodox, they're too tame

I'm right hand but play left

I'll chop a trend down 'til there ain't no more plain left

Now pay respect to them gods, niggas

Not talkin' church, talkin' [?] niggas

On boulevards where we ride

Hovercrafts cause we fly

Q Gang 'til I die

Pyramid on my eye

Button up on my chest

[?] chain on top, no tie

While I'm choppin' up this thai food

Young Del God make god moves

Young Del God say fuck fate

If I lose then I choose to

This that chateau rap, that shit that niggas ain't used to

Might salad fork while I choose to

While I'm fine dining on YouTube

I'm a king, I said that I'm a king

Go to Onyx with an Onyx [?] on my ring

[Verse 22: YG]

I'm back in this bitch bashing

These rappers be swagger jacking

Clap 'em not, they don't even matter

1-2, this lung been splattered

And I heat a pistol on something

I keep a fifth on the belt

Pulling out the needles with the liable

Make shine sit on the shelf

Cause I ain't light on the body

Fuck waiting in your lobby

Hannah Montana finally did grew up

I've been waiting on Miley

I'm gangbanging 'til I break my fingers

Ti'l all my family members speak the slanguage

I ain't even drop no album yet

Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining

If you a bitch nigga, sorry

In backs there is bodies

Have your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and another

Bury you in front of everybody

If I ain't been who you are I don't fuck with you

If I fuck with you then I'm stuck with you

I'm stuck with you, I'll shoot it out

Do some years and a couple months with you, woo

[Verse 23: CyHi da Prince]

Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MC

Biblically I am Timothy, visually I am Tripoli

Full of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty

[?], sipping Hennessy

That's my only vice, old school noisy pipes

I ain't tryna be the richest, I'm cool with an M like Obie Trice

Rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night

That shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twice

But this the main event, can't tell me that I ain't a prince

A one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and went

But this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high off

The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk

Or the stop sign, or the shots flying

From a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mine

Call me Mr 1-800, all I got is hotlines

These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline

[Verse 24: Young Thug]

Thugger!

Now I been rich since I was little like Robin Hood

They been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cords

They gon' hate on her when she come in Michael Kors

Meanwhile, your diction is lack, grippin' this wood

I want you

She went to grabbin' for my jewels, I told her

Buy yourself a squad, you get a rollie, rollie

She know she can't have it, that shit love my woadie

She want to buy him a chinchilla

She see you serve foreign country boys from the village

Always, I gotta stand her

No, she don't want nobody to eat but her

She but like fuck them digits, stack them digits

Cut them then we benefit, cut them then we send them into

She ride three deep with molly in the middle

Put ? all on my Jeep

Ain't got no handprints on my golds, they all on my seat

Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me

Bitches know it's time out

They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out!'

They want to fuck me 'til I tell 'em all to time out

She stroke it, I can't coach it, I'm like 'Time out!'

I'm not no snitch, but I be tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em

Tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em

I'm so tired of tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em

Tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em

Now I'ma show 'em

Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller

She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall like 'Zilla

I want you

Baby, don't you run from me, you know I want you

She down with Slime, she got a tattoo in another color

Thugger getting high in London

Bitches walking 'round naked in no pajamas

Lil' homie ran off with lots of numbers

And for that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mama

Then pop a pill together

She want to feel just like I feel, we growing wings together

Everything perfect about her, can't get my things together

I turn her up and we shit out earthlings together

Just do it like Michael Montana

My ? say I got stamina

I cooking the Hannah Montana

I bury these hoes like Santas do

I kill every one of my features

I spend all my money on divas

My pockets on yella bands

Just like a beeper

[Verse 25: A$ton Matthews]

They found Max B prints in my way

Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days

No roof, snow boots, and that Persian [?]

Perving the 80's, you ain't never surf with the Brady's

Ric Flair, a heavyweight champion

Got Trish Stratus with them panties on singing daddy's home

Bust it, in these Space Jams, I'm a Monstar

Do-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm war

So rumble, young man, rumble

Young killa when he came out the jungle

Young dealer in the rains with the bundles

Gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble

Eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil

Chop chop 'till he drop, fuck what you thought

I never leave my life with a lawyer

Eyes wide with my head on the swivel

Choose a side or get left in the middle

I just treat with the sand on the beach

When the desert eagles meet, then I'm finna beat

Rest them in their sleep, you can lose 'em to the beef

Move or we shooting in the jeep

Homicide coming through the sneaks

Your hands ain't moving with your cheek

Bag 'em up and move 'em up the creek

[Verse 26: Prodigy]

On my test, got a story to 'em

Like all my raps weigh more than music

The more I write, the better I do it

And right now my stock is up

I do me from day one, huh

My nigga you know where it hit fours

Still fuck with me at day hundred

Cause I don't play, I gets off

Piss off, bitch, you ain't lit

You just a nigga saying shit

Rappers burn out, Pasadena, Kansas state

Mobb Deep is that truth, liar

College is that fuel fire

Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire

I'm on point like the state building

I stay sharper than razor blades

Think you doing the most, I give you the most

Slashes to the face

Hoes like he so angry, uh

Trust me bitch, you gon' thank me

Cause when it pop and the smoke gone

We gon' walk outta here safely

Fuck with me, I got you

Real nigga, no costume

This modern art that I spit

It's not no bullshit, and colossal

So pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball out

Cause when I bomb on these niggas it's worse than nuclear fall out

[Verse 27: SL Jones]

Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, please

That bank vault can't talk but the numbers read

And the tellers makin' statements, breakin' all the codes

This ain't a mothafuckin' date, we takin' all the hoes

Shop 'til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgue

Lookin' like a fashion fossil, I'm Gianni reborn

Four, I was voted most likely to trap

It's survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adapt

Waste a lot of champagne but I don't waste a drop of time

Public with my gang relations, throwin' up the proper signs

Sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcised

Chevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentine

All my homies certified, all my niggas outchea

Look like [?] we burned alive

Thought that I would ball 'til I fall, then I learned to fly

Spread my wings

They say success is contagious so I share my dreams

[Verse 28: Nasty Nigel]

Bolo swingin' from left to right

I'm not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin' my ethnic type

When I smile for the photo looking like Lobo

Me and my bloodshot eyes

I pass on the Bud Light Lime

Just pass me that brew of St. Ides

Got cash, I ain't gotta think twice

Unconventional shit

Pretentious hipsters that diss

Half-assed review on Fader

Still get no love from Pitchfork

Nigel Rubirosa, que la cosa?

Feet up on the sofa

Heat up on the holster

World's Fair! Yeah, you know us

11-36-8 be the zip code

Corona, Queens nigga

That's what I call home

Feet on the dash, mind on the [?]

Racin' the Sun just so I can get dome

Pretentious shorties I've been with

My friends that had me convicted

It's been two years and I'm slippin'

Still got no pot to piss in

It's everyone goes, they can suck a [?]

We have another song, I won't fuckin' feel it

Eyes on the Harley and I'm tryin' to peel it

Had my eyes on [?] but she married Keaton

Got no job so I'm hardly eatin'

And you eatin' then we fuckin' beefin'

I need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a fuckin' feature

[Verse 29: Bobby Creekwater]

Man they don't wanna see a [?]

[?]

Happier than a mothafucka

You know lightweight grinnin' in a mothafucka

When you're a dead guy and you on that high

So the whole world spinnin' in a mothafucka

And a couple young angels hide their halo

Cause they're 'bout to start sinnin' in a mothafucka

They don't wanna see a nigga on the upswing

In a black tux with cufflinks

When you're the reason that every single girl in the party

Wanna dance and cuff drinks

When you're the reason that shit gets ran

And mothafuckas wheezin' to keep up with the plan

And the other niggas show up at your function

Actin' all anti-social [?]

Run up on your mama puttin' money in her hand

And you do that shit again and again and again

Pull up in the 8, goin' home with a 10

And you really can't defend or depend on your friends

Ex girlfriend wanna key up the Benz

When the Sun comes up, nigga we up to win

Mothafuck you man, all you do is set trends

And you do that shit again and again and again

[Verse 30: Action Bronson]

Ugh, ugh

Got those motherfucking custom Roshes

Feel me?

This big beard cover my face

Until my mother gets her first crib

My hand's on some surf shit

My Spanish mami perfect

Fuck around and get your father's shirt lift

Drop a thousand on some sake and some urchin

Swing the Dodge Viper lefty like I'm Randy Johnson

Hand me the Thompson

I'll spill your clams on the carpet

Then eat some snails with some garlic

Paint the town with a harlot

Green feelers and Carhartt

Three-wheelin out the car lot

Put the snorkel on the Wrangler cause I'm silly

I chip a little piece of brick into the philly

My daughter's neck is chilly

My son's neck is chilly

My mother is so cut

Look like it got bit by a grizzly

And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira

Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth

Ain't afraid to hold heat

Control the Jeep

That's for the slow creep

Fuckin' pussy smells like old meat

It's me

[Verse 31: Heems]

Heema the highest human, flyest cumin in my unit

I ?, the shorties swoonin', and they want to get to spoonin'

Never wished i was taller, himanshu ain't no midget

Never wished i was a baller, if I want it, then I get it

I built a fucking blueprint, like who the fuck you kidding?

I;m ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, if it's mine, i'm spending

You lames and you fall, i'm like 2 Chainz when i ball

Got Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wall

Hussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said that's fancy

Unless his name is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans be

My shoes got dials, they ain't got laces

If you got beef, I show up with many faces

Been to many places where we leaving many cases

Running 'round, man, but we never catch no cases

Give a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babes

Top off, toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée

[Verse 32: Mike G]

There's no way I can care about much

You probably do the most and it's never enough

King Midas, I can make gold with a touch

Change my location to awesome, you should address me as such

Swear this game, you have to know it like the back of your hand

Destined to be like Superman for as long as you can

Wondering what's the purpose without living a life so grand

The worst hand is having the world without a master plan

I feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this Earth

And [?] sleepless nights and long flights

And I don't like discussions unless it concerns a price

If you make it out of spite, you still make it so it's alright

I spit magic, so cold and lavish

Bad broads perform sexual acts in traffic

So smooth, the saxophone and jazz is

[?] what you lack and focus on what you have in the G

More than average, I'm nothing to test

If it's to me, you step and contest, then bring your best

Give it your all, now women beg me to call

And unless we overseas, we don't shop in the mall

Consider this [?] I've become urban myth

My aim is so swift, with this I can't miss

Top notch, number one on everybody's list

I promise to kill them all til everybody's missed

[Verse 33: Yak Ballz]

I never sell drugs, I took 'em

Never write rhymes, I cook 'em

I'm from the Old New York

Where you got your chain snatched

And your kicks tooken

I put my city up like I'm bench pressing

Scorin' high off the [?]

Brutal, last in 10 seconds

Jolly good, body good

I met a stripper named Hollywood

In Hollywood, glass slipper

And she gave me the sloppy gooooood

So you should tip her if you execute

Young leisure suit

[?] with no extra loot

My ex left me destitute

So chances are I don't remember you if I slept with you

You want karats, I'm turnin' rappers to vegetables

City of God, I'm askin' what would the devil do?

Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky

[Verse 34: Zebra Katz]

Super villain, I'm killin', kick in the door

Watch me spillin' 'em, fuckin' winnin'

Straight killin' haters, they catchin' them feelings

See me grillin', me drillin', like we chillin'

But really see I'm fulfillin' their fantasies

Like I'm fuckin' my frienemy

Yo what's up, see me on [?] tryna get buck

Where in the world did he get that from?

When the bass drop down and he kick that drum

So what's up? Where in the world did he get that from?

Where in the world did he get that from?

When the bass drop down and he kick that drum

Yeah I've been known to really fuck it up

[?] zip zap zup

Speedin' on the highway, Bronco truck

When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come

Yeah I've been known to really fuck it up

[?] zip zap zup

Speedin' on the highway, Bronco truck

When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come

[Bridge: Zebra Katz] x2

Need [?]? Well I got it right here

Need motivation for the ass to gon' twerk? Well I got it right here

If you need a thing, a thing, then I got it right here

[?] I got it right here, I got it right here

[Verse 35: Curtis Williams (of Two-9)]

Most of these niggas gon' hate

Me and my niggas get paid

One nigga swing then we all gon' swing

We all gon' catch that case

Couple [?] to the face, got a [?] straight

Rappin' on beats got a young nigga made

What can I say? My closet got Bape

I don't do delays, I want it today

Noisy pack in my wrap

Hennessy in my cup

Ginger ale if I chase

But I really don't do that much

I really don't have that time

You ain't ryin' to get no funds

Doin' this shit 'til I die

I'm rollin' and smokin' on drugs

[Verse 36: Reese (of Two-9)]

Rollin' up, chokin' up on the kush smoke

Whip sick, big wheels, Big Willie shit

Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick

I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled

Still pimpin', ridin' 'round town gettin' low

With my bright skin shawty, call her light show

She like Reese I'm tryna light that

Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack

It's big faces on faces bruh

Big faces on faces bruh

Dead men in my pockets got me goin' up

It's goin' face down if a nigga flex us

Yeah, in God we trust, but bands is a must

We gotta get that, spend that, get that

Re-up, recoup, repeat that

[Verse 37: Dave (of Two-9)]

Say deuce 9 in that ending

Been winning since the beginning

Did a couple shows, need a couple more

That price right but we skippin'

[?] we gettin' it

With that work I turn into a chemist

Walter White, send a [?] to my niggas locked up in prison

Free my nigga Chris

And free my uncle Marky

Now tell them they fucked up

When they told 'em they could start me

Cause I ain't lettin' up, they're talkin' 'bout the best

They better mention us, yeah they better mention us

[Verse 38: LightSkinMac11 (of Two-9)]

Apartment off [?]

Rottweiler just to watch 'em

Maybachs for the profit

Get a Lexus for my mama

Hail Marys for our fathers

Press the pedal to get farther

In that new thing

[?] the dollar

All about it so don't fuckin' bother

My loose change got me Bruce Wayne

And a 3 page spread

Y'all was sleepin' on the flow just a couple months later

Now y'all purchasing the flow, East Coast

[Verse 39: Alkebulan (of Two-9)]

King, god, pharoah

Feared the sensei, go for bone marrow, save

My name is running coyote

I'm on peyote with the queen, running on waves

I will make water out of Hennessy

[?] a monk, I was born a public enemy

Reign insurmountable

A woman will make me climax but she won't be into me

This is not a dream, marchin', in all black

A black claimed king

Respect the illustrator

Don't you dare try the Elohim of flexin'

I say my name when I name drop, son

Who's the god in this pantheon?

Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan

[Verse 40: CEEJ (of Two-9)]

Get up trick

Put your head to your knees like a sit-up, bitch

Get too live for the crew, Two-9

We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch

Send 'em all to Hell, [?]

Spit it like braille, gotta feel this shit

[?] check up, haters still [?]

Yellin' kill 'em all and I'm on ball like I'm Billups, bitch

[Verse 41: Jace (of Two-9)]

Runnin' our heart, sit up bitch

Hard to go to sleep, all we know is work

Catch no Zs, chilled on purp

[?] came second but my bills on first

East Side nigga, still my turf

Pierce like 'Matic, hoes still at it

Swing like a batter and my crew goin' at it

Best believe that that shit gon' hurt

[Verse 42: Alexander Spit]

Toot up the French horn

The fog machine is sandstorm

Ain't go to camp

Cordless toward the performer that's keepin' your amps warm

'Fore the fans swarm

All but the limousine, swear to God that's in between

Indigo indie dream, you intervene

Yeah that's a Spit sixteen

Hearts inside of my tip jar

Like a bleeding beneath wood floor

And if every lion is purrin'

Then I'ma be certain I let my engine roar

I'm swingin' swords and swingin' chains

Singin' pure and bangin' strange

This Alexander Spit and I'm off the wall like [?]

I'm changin' lanes

Driftin' around whatever it is this game became

Like gorillas and orangutans

Go bananas and bangarang

They say I'm prayin' to that cross

For all of that fifteen minute fame

But I'ma get my [?]

And the god's here

So baby just open your bra zip

And just let them titties out

And let 'em bounce like this was Paul Revere

I'm 7.0in' on Pitchfork

I'm 10-0in' on this court

This Alexander Spit with a pistol

[?] full of [?], I got this

[Verse 43: ScottyATL]

Better have my check, I need that first

Before I move, before I step

See I been burned it don't take long

And learn quick, it ain't no twice

I gave my time, I gave my life

So I won't bet what all I spent

I'm trying to be good, I'll take your ?

And I ain't even playin, just ask my clique

You know my steez, trying to get real A-Town

Got that or either got sump'n to give away

Big feet on the bottom of a Chevrolet

Everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay

Need to ride with the weight scale

Propped up in the seat trying to get that

My ? on a eastside ho ?

Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back

I'm a champ, I support it

Flipping through the hundred

Cool Club with it

Running to the money

I'm in shape, I'm in shape stacking cake

Duncan Hines go get Faith thats my last tape

I'm on 10, I'm on fire, I'm on point, I'm on smash

Rolly on my dash, breaking down in my ?

I'm Atlanta, ScottyATL ho 1 space that's a Y not an IE

Slipped in ain't even check ID

Game leave me I'ma rap IV

[Verse 44: Da$h]

Year before '83, I be the kid who found ET

Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make [?]

Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some [?]

Just to get up in her brain and now she out makin' me change

I'm full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley Snipes

Young Roxanne, baby, sell that body to the night

I'm [?] to die for once

[?] throw the pad at Christ, they askin' God how do I write this stuff

The Lord never liked me much, but I'm sayin', Oh well

Blazin' up with the devil, watchin' [?] in the cell

Matches your favorite actress, blastin' naked on my mattress

Polygraphs break, you say I ain't the illest nigga rappin'

[?] captain of this multi million dollar faction

Man didn't chief

My sons of sons'll sandwich the beef

We get loot, always scram from police

You bitch niggas lose your head if you speak

I ash the doobie off the cruise ship

And flew [?] cheffin' out of Ruth Chris

Two bitches tellin' me they do sniff

What do you know?

So much wax in this bitch, smokin'

You'd thinkin' I'm fuckin' mad or too soft

[?]

Nah, fuck that

Bring them [?] back

[?]

On a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase it

[?] I'm the greatest, carve a statue of my face, bitch

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36 Emcees all rapped a verse for Noisey's The Rap Monument, the song was recorded during three sessions (held in Los Angeles, Atlanta, and New York) everything was put together to a 42 minute long song.

The song — sponsored by Noisey & Hennessy, was initially released as a clean edit.

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That was a lot of scrolling

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CAN WE GET A JUMP TO ARTIST FOR EACH ONE??? @streetlights

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I've improved my trigger finger from all that scrolling

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@Halfadelic I can only do it if there's a good annotation on each artist's verse, preferably at the top of the verse

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To lazy to even read the lyrics or listen to the whole thing, meh/10

Random niggas that have no chemistry rapping together that just sounds like a high school lunchroom.

Some of them regardless can spit shit tho

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