Rap - Underground Cult? Warning: Very Explicit Lyrics

I Know that comment up there, the one that i made, was situational, i think the situation is funny, you know like sense of humor... :)
 
that's interesting, i usually don't pay to much attention to the actual lyrics of rap just the bass :)
 
I wonder if there is any connection with JA rule being pissed, and maybe sending Eminem a message by killing proof ?
 
you bring up some interesting points, and kudos to you for takin all that time to find all that stuff.

This just reminds me that rap is completely lame.
 
Yeah I knew there was a lot of conflict between 50 and other rappers heard it on all eyes on 50 they were talking about that.
 
Oh man, I just found a song titled

Fuck 50 (diss by Fat Joe)

FAT JOE LYRICS

Fuck 50


[GUNSHOT]

Yeah that'll do it!
Yeah
I love hiphop
I love this mutha fuckin hiphop game!
This nigga here is a little nigga man...
Stay in yo mutha fuckin' lane nigga
You fuckin wit a Don nigga
Uh Crack.. yo follow me

[HOOK:]
50 meeeeet 50 he's the fakest thug you ever seen
Curtis... Curtis Jackson
How Come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you imma give you my
My my 4 4 4 4
My my 4 4 4 4
My my 4 4 4 4
Imma give it to ya baby nice and slow

[1st Verse]

50 you gonna end up dead when you fuckin wit Crack
Talkin bout you gonna pop off... where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter fact this beef shit is makin niggas nervous
Its gonna be families grievin every sunday service
End up with ya head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care he stay locked up in the house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come up out that bitch
Is it me or Candy shop sound like magic stick??
In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
Shakin his ass what the fuck is wrong with thisss nigga
50 dont make me... BLAPPP
Oh yeah you got 65 on ya team
And there not from southside Jamaica Queens
Their the boys in blue i just speakin the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you... Follow me

[HOOK 2X]

[Verse 2]

Now lets take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespected and snuffed ya boss
Minute ago all i heard was G G G Unit
50 niggas ran and they didnt even do shit
Dats a shame...i was sittin right in the front
Waitin for ya niggas to dump
Where all the guns at and them teflon vests
We them Terror Squad boys you should know not to test us
Hate it or Love it the Games on top now you jealous of him
When yo shit gonna stop, you CB4
You's a bitch nigga str8 outta Locash
LA dont believe him this nigga is so ass
You diss Lean Back said my shit was a dud
Now tell me you ever seen him up in the club??
Nope...nope....Nope Shortyyyyyy
Thats right... You singin more than ya rappin now 50 that aint right

[HOOK 2X]



Ill try and get on tonight. But now, I gotta go, ill try and find some stuff in that later.
 
This song has explicit lyrics..
Eminem - Go to sleep

[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!

[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!

[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseein the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
All you motherfuckers! take that!
Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!
We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you!
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
 
You know I didnt even think of that song. But damn, the thing is that I didnt think that, that song had anything to do with Ja, ill have to check through it. I think its just a random song for the movie that DMX made. Whatever its called. Hmm... Thanks, ill have to look into it.
 
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