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Microphone Techniques

Nice & Smooth

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

Lola
I, said, yo Lola, swolla
Suave bola, Ayatollah
Saudi Arabia, Coca-Cola
My Rolex watch is ran by solar
Get down, peep my mic technique
Let's

The Chubbster

Chubb Rock

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 2

1997

please stop!
If show business is a woman, I don't trust her
but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster

"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav

with the bop in it
New whip drop top and then I hop in it
Young prince out to city roll around with a biddie
Guarantee I never stop with it
God damn got

many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked

had a squabble with my demons (yeah)

Ass round, skin brown, you know my weakness, God
Who'd have thought the kid that use to get beat'll come beat

is hard, but you always have a choice
There's a lot of people out there who don't even have a voice
So this Christmas? Let's be thankful for what we

Killa
This that harlem music right here
This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winner music
That's what it is
Killa, Dip set

Uh, uh
You know

that I lost in a year
Two years
Three years
She’s gone like a new year
Who’s there
Mistakes
Changes are way dangerous
Takes days to be caged in a tank

and warming up out by the camp fire
And you know that i'm down like whenever if you have time
Listening to ghost town
Just lean back and slow down
Still feeling

but not like her
If that make sense
I don't wanna be alone
I want a woman who is patience
And I don't wanna rush it
I wanna let it take
However long it

zip code, social security, ATM, EBT, all that)
Where you know me from?
(Who the fuck sent you over here, nigga? I'll smack the shit out ya uncle,

know if I could ask you this could I?
Take you out, cause I been thinking of you
Just like you heard about the kid unless you outta the loop
N everyone

nothing behind
When I shoot my shot I shoot at shit that's out of my sight
If I miss I just reload and then I fire it twice
So that's twice the blessings I

Da Graveyard

Big L

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

1995

cocked
Nigga we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose
I'm shootin' up like the west is
Fuck suggestions
I'll blow out

Murder 
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing

been runnin this shit since a kid)
Old head tried to tell me I'm out
He jus mad I'm young and I'm lit
Jus wait until I sign me a deal
They gon be mad

her to the clique
Took my heart I ain't get it back ever since
Man who knew I'd be making it out of here
Call it spartan the way that shit got a kick

It's best you get it aborted baby girl ima rapper
Unless you wanna raise my youngin as a bastard
Fuck you right up out my dickies cause I'm still

all right
Yeah, let's go up, congratulations
To my lil' brother the baddest, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you in your bop now, kid
Ayy, yo,

let me go
Make a couple dollars now they thinking that I sold my soul
My heart is gold, You never know these streets is cold
Get done dirty by little

to let them in
So venomous
Flow settles in
Cold in every limb
Bones appendages will
Go weathering
Recollective will go
So reckless and
No one will know who

the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by

fucked the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy

merry-go
In a cool fast car looking like an Oreo
Two bad broads all on me yo
Who gon make it shake make it shake like the Holy Ghost
And we gon work it out