Rolling 110 Deep

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay & Sheek Louch]

Trackateering Music

Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all

People love to use that quote, "I'm doin' it for the culture"

But what culture is that that you're talking about?

The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist

But won't do the research on hip-hop history

Or the one where you disrespect, disconnect

And disregard the founding fathers?

But you know what? Whatever it is, it don't even matter

'Cause as long as I'm alive

I'ma show and prove where this culture came from

And what it's really all about

I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch & DJ Kay Slay]

Count to ten and then come in shootin' (Yeah)

Fuck peace, Silverback the new Huey Newton (D-Block)

I feel it, it's in the air, white cop with a stare

New judge in the chair, this shit hittin' the fan (Woo)

But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit

And I ain't leavin' the house without that in my hand (Ahh)

And it ain't only the cops, it's niggas on your block (Uh-huh)

That talk like a lil' bitch and act like they your man

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Somethin' like Kris Parker, my UZI weigh a ton

Hundred niggas on the track, then you know I'll be the one

To tell niggas to suck cock, run and get a gun

It's old P, new P, prob'ly layin' in the sun

Prob'ly on a P.I., if I call you king

I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga, that status go to B.I

You can fuck around and get burnt like a C.I

More bars than jail, nigga, who tryna get a V.I?

[Verse 3: Dave East]

You dealing with stock owners, conversation with stockbrokers

Make a call for coco, smokin' dope from my crop grower

The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor

How could you not notice? I come from that rock culture (Rock)

Star of the squad but they cannot coach (At all)

Louis Vuitton holster, this for my niggas in the cell

And on they wall, they got a Nicki Minaj poster

The talk's over, no drive-by's, we walked over

[Verse 4: KXNG Crooked]

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR

Iller than they are, rhymes so sick, give 'em the day off

This is the chaos, Nicolas Cage, face off

The Dark Knight, I make it a dark night when I'm gettin' that K off

Better than whoever done it, even officers better run it

With the drum, I got a technique that'll give twelve a hundred

Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern

I used to control more shooters than David Stern

With Lucifer, hater, burn

[Verse 5: Black Thought]

Yo, I was in the park spray-painting on the platform

Patent leather top ten, Space Invader hats on

Eighty-something, I've been a threat for that long

Where a lot of people get poked up and clapped on

My job really putting on for the city

You get popped like a wheelie for saying some old silly shit

Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili

They be wheeling you away if you say it in South Philly

[Verse 6: Conway the Machine]

Look, thirty shots, I'm shootin' to peel his top (Huh?)

When them niggas sending shots, they shootin' to get the spot

That I'm in, nigga (Hahaha)

You know what it is when I spin the block (Uh-huh)

Uppin' this Draco, the witness is still in shock (Brrr!)

Fluffin' a brick of this yayo, I tilt the pot (Whip)

Tuckin' this fifth, you play with me, you getting shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Yeah, niggas still waiting for me to drop (Uh-huh)

I robbed niggas for they base and sold easy rock (Ha)

[Verse 7: Raekwon]

Fur coats and Magnums

Come through the hall with the big blammers

Bentaygas parked, let me handle this

Jewelry that's flashy, jeans is a thousand, we slick nasty

Pull out a hundred in your housing

Yeah, it's raw lingo in a Kangol

Dutch lit, nuts big as shit, taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo!)

Put your paper up and threaten shit

Or tie something up, send some messages

[Verse 8: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, ayo, I used to tell a maid, "Sunny side up"

Basement, a chainsaw, money tied up

Paper bag over his head, so [?] let the crocs out

Wave a whole chicken by his legs near the croc's mouth

Sweating bullets in the tip, blow torching his flesh

I seen his face melt, drip gooey shit on his chest

Watch this motherfucker beg for mercy

Shoulda let his wiz suck my dick for that time he jerked me

[Verse 9: Inspectah Deck]

The soldier I rolls with the coldest clique

Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit

My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit

Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit

Better get in line, I chop the bass like I'm pitching dimes

Code name Coffee Bean how I hit the grind

Precision design, exquisite with the vivid shine

I'm like a European watch on a different time

[Verse 10: Papoose]

I used to run around with a MAC-10

Back when I was 20 years old, that was back then (30)

30 clip in the 40, move yayo like 50

Man, I hustle like Nip in the Rolling 60's

I was born in the '70's, grew up in the '80's

Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy

Do the mathematics, y'all can't compete (100)

All by myself, I'm 100 deep

[Verse 11: Loaded Lux]

I was on the first 50, now the powers at a dollar

Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor, I president in it

'Til it's humbling, think you grounded and get punished

This the second time Slay needed my two cents to keep it a hundred

How you want it? Fake and be a martyr for this matrix?

They gon turn up the AC then charge you for the blankets

Lux verse mean, got you stuck standing there

Like you at a stop sign waiting for it to turn green, what you mean?

[Verse 12: AZ]

My soul is never for sale

My youngin' just did a twelve, he home, he ringing bells

Wish him well, me and mines on different times

Decline from nigga crimes, I'm fine just spitting rhymes

Read the signs, body language is loud

Cowards hang with the crowd, I ain't never changing my style

Then and now, before that was all that

Fall back, official is what you call that

[Verse 13: Bun B]

I be that Third Coast legend, Dirty South icon

Shuttin' shit down, soon as they cut my mic on

From the first bar down to the last syllable

Niggas that thought they were immortal find out they killable

Once I see blood, I'm like a Great White

Catch you slippin' on a late night and it's no bark, straight bite

Watch you bleed out as reality starts to sink in

You tried the Triple OG (Bitch) what was you thinking?

[Verse 14: Fred the Godson]

I give the coke to your crew, the butter's crazy

Fallopian tube, just cut it, baby

Gordo butterfly collar cover the Cubans

She need pads like Ewing, I hope you know what you doin' (Look)

Some paid 4-5 serious

I come through, 4-5, serious

Slay got me Shade 45 Sirius

Gold frame shades 45, Siri

[Verse 15: Jim Jones]

I used to be up in a tunnel like a hundred deep

Screamin', "Nine Trey, Su-Woo" with a bunch of B's

Never tied up shoes, but every night we would run the streets

Nigga, fuck growlin', it was nights I heard my stomach speak

Then I started pumpin' that bass like they done a beat

Never let shit slide 'cause they might think somethin' sweet

Nigga, it's July, shots get hot like summer heat

When I pop up, niggas turn vegan, they never wanted beef

[Verse 16: Ransom]

I know these streets with my eyes closed, so my worst fear is to die slow

Lie low, 'cause in '05 you flipped to Five-O

And I know, 'cause if Alpo did it to Rich

For some bricks, word to Flex, he had no reason to lie, po'

Aight though, we ain't gotta dwell on the past

Devilish laugh, arrow spins I'm ahead of the crash

Better to clash, when you handle your beef, settle it fast

Metal and mask but still keep an elegant class

[Verse 17: Rah Digga]

Who the greatest all time? Where them niggas reside?

I seen all fifty names, man them niggas done lied

I take the first forty-eight, make them niggas retire

Last two we could joust, make them niggas my squad

Fuck them, let's see how the ladies fare

Swerve on these bitches like I'm settin' my baby hair

They feel a type way, but they never gon' take it there

They tryna keep it cute 'cause they know that it's safer there

They wouldn't dare

[Verse 18: Billy Danze]

I can't explain what I dealt with

Know it was all weak and creep and stealth shit

When I come from under the belt with a metal shit

Forever Brownsville, numb, I never felt shit (You're as cold as ice)

I still got that real world charm, nigga, be alarmed

Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)

Where you get the storm before the calm

(M.O.P.) OG and we treat it like Vietnam

[Verse 19: Lil' Fame]

My generation drank forty ounces of Old English to ease the pain

Y'all niggas drink White Claws, nigga, we ain't the same (Kahm-kahm)

It's curfew whenever I come through (Kahm-kahm)

Kill the fuckery, them niggas can't fuck with me (Come on!)

I'm really 'bout it in the war

Taxiderm' your bitch head, mount it on the wall (It's M.O.)

Throw it up, nigga, we stand tall (It's M.O.)

You know what the fuck we stand for, it's M.O

[Verse 20: Trae the Truth]

Too many niggas in here, but never follow the script

It's movie time, release the clip and have 'em doin' a flip

Off-white Virgil, need a whip with the interior Crip

On any given goal to slide, nigga, minus the slip

Checkin' niggas outta line, like it ain't nothin' to skip

Step in my section trying to flex and end up gettin' you stripped

Too many niggas watered down, might go to sinking they ship

And if it's beef, I come to trip, I never pull up and dip

It's Precious season, nigga

[Verse 21: Joell Ortiz]

Walkin' in the storm, my face had the hatred in it

Mons had the colorful money with the staples in it

Grew up street and I stay committed (Yeah)

Movin' white back and forth over green like table tennis

Guap was pourin' in, my Glock was roarin'

At nineteen, shots hit you like hydroxychloroquine

I'm still forty with the forty close

In the 840 playin' new E-40 with some horny hoes

[Verse 22: Lord Tariq]

(Yeah) Finally, y'all been waiting

To hear a verse for the economy stimulation

With Bible verses forsaken and tribal authorization

We marchin' as we awaken the mobsters across the nation

Ask doubles next to ride

The show gun with Shogun to testify

Fasho son, we hold somethin' that electrifies

N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it

[Verse 23: Cory Gunz]

Where I grew up in the world of Pop to give you the shot

When I vodka, the Glocka blocka! and blew the dot

You want attention? I'll give you the spot

And run up on your favorite artist aimin' at him, like, "Do the drop"

I smack the cobble out a gobblin' blogger

Togglin' robbers with my saliva as hot as a pot of lava

And guapa, my mob has been on the sly since Yo Gabba Gabba

Trying to get the drop guava, interior baklava

[Verse 24: Peter Gunz]

Straight out the Bronx, straight off the fall

Straight off the motherfucking claw for who's settin' it off

Blocks where they spark a lot, click with the Glock a lot

Catch you at the parking lot, park you in your parking spot

Niggas know it's sex money, flex money, they do a lot

What's better than more letters and buddha spots?

Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot

Go ahead and get your shooter, get your shooter shot

[Verse 25: Shaquille O'Neal]

Shaq Dies', front if you want

Flow through the spirit of Kobe, I don't puff on no blunts

My estate got a shuttle, you punks

Funny thing I got places in my place I ain't discover in months (Months)

I naturally hover above 'em, I'm Kal-El

Touchdown in the arena, the crowd yell

And if they want beef, I'm ringing the cowbell

This crispy cream make 'em ring like they found Mel

[Verse 26: Roy Jones Jr.]

Jones, and I don't need no introduction

I'm the best, pound for pound, it's no discussion

Seen some mass destruction, this how I leave niggas area

Me, Shaq and Gunz, nothin' scarier

A nightmare on Elm Street when I hit the booth

A motivational speaker when I spit the truth

Come down to Pensacola if you need some proof

I could mess your smile up like a missin' tooth

Ahead of my time, but still in a league of my own

I tried to quit, but they just won't leave me alone

If you ain't got the right price, stop callin' my phone

M-mister, y'all must've forgot the king of the throne

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay & Kool DJ Red Alert]

Aw man! Ayo, Kay!

Ayo, what up, Red Alert?

I don't think they ready for this

Well, they better tool up 'cause I ain't done!

[Verse 27: Redman]

When you hear the shots

I'm not documenting, I'm 2Pac-umenting

I'm one of the Beatles, how I'm whippin' from that Lennon

Bye-bye, hater, real niggas winning

The 4th of July don't tell me I'm independent (Nah!)

I'm killing it, bro, my motive locomotive

Zero to ninety-nine like my Netflix loaded (Get em'!)

Telling your boss Brick City boys is fire

Never mind, half of y'all be talking through the wire

[Verse 28: Young Buck]

Media slandered me, so that's why I'm slayin' you niggas

Never knew what hit him, got the doctor X-rayin' you niggas

Turned you to a victim, man, I sprinkle some yay' on you niggas

They thinkin' it's drug-related, gotta weigh on you niggas

All on the radio with the beef, got 'em sweatin' like they was Keith

And it's never gonna be peace, I'm shooting up your album release

Baggin' bricks with your niece, come and get you a piece

I'm taking responsibility for the murder increase, it's Buck

[Verse 29: MC Serch]

Kay wanted me to be one of the buck because I been a buck

Back when a pack of Newports was a buck, I was a young buck

On the corner of Monarch, kids from Far Rock hoppin' over the turnstile

To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot

My joints have been a bop, from vinyl, cassettes, CD's and streams

On every Martin Luther Boulevard, they payin' homage to the shooter from Queens

Right now you wanna be this cracker from Queens

Fact though, I'm covered from special fleece to my Wallaby Supremes

[Verse 30: Big Daddy Kane]

This one image is unblemished without one gimmick

Your line of scrimmage, I cross it in one sentence

The core writer for those that lost sight

Of the promenade, now heed the words of the poor righteous

That build with mathematics for those whose path is empty

But y'all know math was in me for the past half a century

Now do the knowledge how the real writers do it

'Cause I want the smoke, charcoal, and lighter fluid

[Verse 31: MC Shan]

Talk shit, but I could back up game

The way you silly motherfuckers on the mic talk the same old same

How you wouldn't hesitate to kill, buck, rack, attack

Ask him if he said to Shan, he said, "FUCK THAT!"

Bullshit, I'm not the one to get with

Pressure gets so violent, givin' a fuck what I hit

I play your songs like a lullaby that put me to sleep

And I sing it like a pussy that's this deep

[Verse 32: KRS-One]

KRS is big and scary

I'm that legend, getting cream, legendary

Hear me, I rocked this, shocked this, hip-hop this

I woke and I wake up, these rappers are not this

The hotness, I would knock some of these rappers out

But you can hear they already unconscious

I got this, on the top list, fake, I'm not this

Temple of Hip-Hop, rising to the top, kid

[Verse 33: Jon Connor]

Every verse is a persecution, it's murder music

You get cursed and ruined, Slay called me to get the hearses movin'

Fire shit, you get burned and ruined, it's burnin' fuses

Bunch of designer, heard a human loses, deserve these bruises (Go)

Nobody tellin' me that it could ever be somebody better

I got a vendetta, I mean every word, every letter

Ahead of my time and you know not to ever put me in position

Designed to put these rappers out of commission

All I spit is dope and after this y'all gon' need intervention

Takin' it back to that drive and ambition

[Verse 34: Twista]

Look up to Twista how I be killing 'em like I'm in Wimbledon

I make a sweep when I'm doing the murdering

I put the cinnamon up in the pendulum

Minimum damage I would never do, I dead 'em like a barbiturates

Omnivorous with the flow, it don't matter which bar I bit you with

I could reorganize the confusion of a child Pharaoh

Now munch on that food for thought from a piss poor pimp from the ghetto

Hmm, I am approaching so I hope you're using a radar

Causing beautiful chaos in this unusual séance

[Verse 35: Drag-On]

Itchy trigger finger, watch me finger fuck it, niggas bust and

Squeeze the biscuit, hit him in his English muffin, repercussion

Call the homies, niggas spray the corner, now they fallin'

On the white sheet and bars, drag rappers by they wife beater

Drama King told me "Drag, go stupid," so I'mma go stupid

Made this fitted cap a drop top, almost Mini Couped it

Stick shift, automatic, automatic big clip, round clip

Hit a nigga while I downshift, yeah

[Verse 36: Chris Rivers]

It's me again, all I be is when, never if

If you see a lens, it's probably CNN or a gif

I could rat-a-tatter, your brain matter get scattered

And served up on a platter, they call it data, baiting cappers

I'm more like Beta Kappa, I'm great like your great great grandma

And they wanna protect with this Great Lake grammar

It's Rivers, that's why I gotta be called, decide if you fall

Or have to wear a thought or break a side of the law

And fight for yours

[Verse 37: Nino Man]

We a hundred deep, don't give a fuck 'bout your capacity

They tell me who they favorite, I ain't hatin' but they trash to me

Y'all know this my world so I'ma hold it down like gravity

I'm bitin', that's a casualty, I'm blowin' out your cavities

Keep a pocket rocket for the people pocket watchin'

Pull up with a Glock and cock it, got you beggin' not to pop it

Y'all gotta stop, I want more cash and more fast

I went on a run like I'm all gas from all bad

[Verse 38: Locksmith]

You're dealing with a locksmith, my mindset is too meticulous

Rhymes melt when I sing like the wings from Kid Icarus

Every rap is indicative, diction is like a diction

I'm ditching that status quo to inhabit flows that I stitched in

You're pitching garbage, each comment is like a gauntlet

A conscious effort to execute rappers that try to test it

Ingest them and exit through my excrement through my intestine

Intestinal fortitude afforded you is what you left with

[Verse 39: 3D Na'Tee]

I don't smoke but stay with a cig like Mary-Kate Olsen

'Cause my patience short as D Brees or DeRozan

I ain't a Fashion Nova model that swallow rappers for follows

Just for mentions on blogs with flaws like it's Apollo

But keep the toolie, pockets blue like Tookie, patience short as Uzi

You a groupie, you a rat like Mickey, you look like a goofy

Out your kufi, yeah, you out your top, thinkin' you gon' move me

You like Sookie, you suck dick for chips, I'm too rich and choosy, bitch

[Verse 40: Trick Trick]

I ain't gotta tell you what I've done, who I am or where I'm from

If you don't know it by now then you just dumb

I ain't got no pistols, inf' beams, choppers or no Dracos

No car, no girlie, beams or no bankrolls

I buy shares, land, LLC's and payrolls

Kuwaiti and Bahraini dinar, gold bouillon

Mutual funds, nigga, fuck a dollar and a peso

I got seven investors that'll invest when I say so

[Verse 41: Tragedy Khadafi]

Hey yo, max eight lines, I wrote this spinning a yarn though

Foul mind, the villainous Queens, Lance Feurtado

Mean face Murcielago, over god flows

Salute that, shit on schedule like it's Jumu'ah

I don't do the work, I just stuff bags to pass shooters

Let the foreign skirt, squeeze semi and let it squirt

All the facts, all the chow now, getting rich off of merch

Laser beams, I done turn niggas' Foamposites to red bottoms

[Verse 42: E-A-Ski]

Yeah, I'm underrated and I never sold my soul

And I never switched slang to sound Southern when the game changed

Niggas say they real, 'til you see 'em on the real

Then you find out they a bitch ass nigga, just with a record deal

For real, the internet gon' get these niggas killed

Hide behind that keyboard cuz, gon' make some blood spill

Your insecurity gon' make this .45 open up your mind and bring enlightenment

And then you'll have more clarity

[Verse 43: Cassidy]

If I roll a hundred deep, it's two hundred fists, two hundred feet

At least a hundred guns so every nigga get one a piece

Bitch, I'll piss on the tombstone you underneath

This sick, don't play this shit if your stomach weak

I can stomach beef, I done faced danger

I squeeze like a waist trainer then you will lose stomach meat

I run the streets, so when Cass scheme, that mean

They gotta get shot like a mandatory vaccine

[Verse 44: Bumpy Knuckles]

Out of sight, out of mind, 'til I creep up behind

Double barrel shots you out, everything on your mind

Figure that, like the next line you tryna consider

But you careful so you dumb down, you ain't no spitter

Then you post, you got beef, tell me you ain't no hitter

You a tweeter, who mouth flame more than his heater

From the days of the park jams, blowin' the tweeters

Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings

[Verse 45: Gillie the King]

G-G-Get 'em!

Let me give you facts, before CashApp

I was frontin' niggas workin', they was bringing cash back

Before Instagram was selling up instant grams

Connect 'em and I can never fuck with no middle man

Before the fake jewelry and niggas with all the cappin'

40 karats in my Philly, this nigga was all platinum

Huh? You little niggas in the way

This million dollar payday's me and my nigga Kay Slay

[Verse 46: Ice-T]

It's the West Coastin', New Yorkin', low-ridin', Crip-walkin' nigga

Anyone can get it, masked like the pandemic

Niggas mad I don't pick up, I got multiple phones

Slay took a month to find me, got multiple homes

Pop off, my black talons will bullet your vest

(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully suppressed

Cut through your cold crew like a saw blade

Then up at Mr. Chow's eatin' sauté

[Verse 47: Treach]

Jersey Journal, where the next signal infernal

And eat chicken with friction before I try 'em, kidnap the colonel

Trigger title, trigger finger, trigger treacherous

Double shots of extortion, exercise to an exorcist

Exercise my freedom, beat 'em when I leave 'em, eat 'em

Even when the odds ain't even, I get even

With Kay Slay, fuck they play, the rebirth and replay

Mr. Slap-Your-Favorite-DJ, this all has changed on eBay

It's Jers'!

[Verse 48: Kool G Rap]

Top billing how we Gizmo and Milk shit

Grimy crimies, did all the dirt and the filth with

Yeah, my young buck days was on the real strip

Fillmore Slim shit, straight off a film strip

I ran through more fine women than Wilt did

Superstars, chem fills bitches with some soft and silk lips

Made a killing off of dealing that real fix

Numbers like a pinball wizard, tilly-tilt shit

[Verse 49: Lil' Cease]

I'm the product of Frank White

Whoever acting tough gets stage frights

Getting clearer visions of grave sights

So get my cake right, something in the bake and it ain't light

Or something in your face and it ain't life

So don't play with me, Hell gates await

When I come to the 8th, I shoot it faithfully

And tell Mitch to pray for me

Slay with the AK, nigga, that's my speciality

Brooklyn forever, M.A.F.I.A. 'til the death of me

[Verse 50: RJ PAYNE]

Look, for my next verse I done left Earth

The internet done triple my net worth off a sweatshirt

Expert, I let the TEC's work, your neck chirp

Been a devil, bench press metal, I'm doin' chest work

One of the deepest, see you've been warned

Please believe you're now lookin' at Jesus in human form

I'm Jet Li, respect me like you speakin' to Scooter Braun

The newest legend in the league, I lead with my shootin' arm

It's PAYNE

[Verse 51: JR Writer]

All you assholes finished, I don't have those limits

You'll get this work in all black, it's a black-owned business

But you cats don't get it, that's why I'm stunting on you newbies

Your father was a super fan, your mother was a groupie

That's why I trip like, "Who you tryna rap with?"

Sounding nothing like yourself, who you tryna catfish?

Like you bodied that shit, shut your lying ass lips

Do I look like I been playing nigga? Colin Kaepernick, motherfucker

[Verse 52: Shoota 93]

You got the memo, murder game is my M.O. (Fact though)

Lurk the frontline, not from out of the window (No!)

Take a life, then take your jewels for a memento

You make it to the outro, you got to pay for the intro

Like a nympho, ain't fuckin' around, I ain't (I'm not)

Shoota a sure shot, like a D in the paint

Don't need a long stick, just a .38, I'm straight

One dome shot, that's how I show restraint (Shoota!)

[Verse 53: Ms. Hustle]

They like "damn, we ain't heard from you in a minute"

Shit get great from my present, see, bitch, I'm gifted

They said it's only right they callin' me cold, see, I'm the sickest

I heard it just like Curse of the Lottery, you hoes is scripted

Don't get it twisted, me and you, what's the difference?

I'm a superstar, you role playin' bitches is pimpin'

Oh, and did I mention, keep me up out your mentions

You bitches ain't soldiers, y'all just be wantin' attention

[Verse 54: Vado]

Hey yo, New York, get the money, Five Boroughs of Death

My dude was called, where's the money, fire, birds and meth (Hey!)

Hood Bunny, Bugs Bunny, Iceberg, and Sweats

First baguettes, Big Stepper learn the steps

Earn respect with connects 'cause my word was kept (Yes!)

Swerve the 'Vette like Sean Paul for more medicine

Fur gon' slip, like I don't spit, burn the blessed

The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet

Vado!

[Verse 55: Mysonne]

This homicide was prophesized before I was a toddler's size

Any job nigga, I am overqualified

I'm the kind of nigga whose cloth it be hard to find

Integrity? I put mine over dollar signs

A nigga play me, then he out his mind

As long as my niggas is winnin', I ain't gotta shine

If you can't see I'm a G, then you kinda blind

Die 'fore you disrespect me, nigga, bottom line

[Verse 56: Mistah F.A.B.]

Return of the barbaric barbarian bar spitter

Bar 9 bar guns ballin' like Bar Mitzvah

You bar 9, your bars done, I'm Barific

My bars gifted, real rapper, my bars Christmas

Cooked like a bar & grill, I spit these bars in your grill

Homer bluehead keep a mag, I'm Bart Simpson

My bars mention muscle bars, I'm bar benchin'

Ted Danson have a beer and cheer these bars pimpin'

[Verse 57: Saigon]

I see these niggas flex as if I ain't one of the best at this

And wonder why I'm attacking the mic like a pessimist

My name should be next to excellence, bless the globe

With the pestilence, like methodin', and put in work like a Mexican

A record for killin' tracks, somethin' like John Gotti

What he have, like 19? I just caught 99 bodies

Slay, I'm sorry, I know this hip-hop camaraderie

But since nobody bodied me, don't accept my apology

[Verse 58: Grandmaster Melle Mel]

Stop chasing props, niggas, top niggas march

By the cops, followed hot blocks, they pop niggas

I ain't one of you niggas, I'm a pair of Gators

You a pair of UGG's, you ugly but you comfortable, nigga

I'm the OG, pre-Cardi nigga, the diamond in the back

Cadillac black, Pretty Ricky, Maserati nigga

The god-body, rock a party nigga

That can socially distance your head from your motherfucking body, nigga

[Verse 59: Grandmaster Caz]

I'm so Bronx, nigga, my middle name is Jonas

BX microphonist, also known as

The Bronx bomber, comma, hip-hop's Barack Obama

Osama, Dalai Lama, either way gon' be some drama

I'm the one even your momma fall for

I'm droppin' the bat and take it first, nigga, ball four

I'm roundin' the bases while niggas trip over they shoelaces

With they screwfaces, mic broke in two places

[Verse 60: Havoc]

100 deep, know how we roll

Find where a nigga sleep, blowing out peepholes

Nothing never been sweet but we icy cold

Put a price on niggas' head for that shit you said

Got back so we boomerang, watch what you say

Hot shit'll spray, in a box you will lay

Know the Mobb be the gang with the Drama King

Always gonna hold it down, that's what I promised P

[Verse 61: Tracey Lee]

I did it, y'all forgot, I'm still with the scripture

Every bar has a plot and these lines are configurate

The mind over mine over mind over the pendant

I am signing on the plot, I will put 'em in the blender

A dope spitter with a pro-black agenda

Supported by the black referendum

And this only a sliver of the splendor

Homie, it's the sensei

A dope boy with a flow no lo contendere

[Verse 62: E.D.I. Mean]

They told me pussy and paper go together like problems and pistols

I'm a problem to pussies who want to play with my issue

I'm pullin' rappers close, that shit you wrote was half-ass

I'm way past first class, laugh when your hearse pass

I Kill 'em with kindness, King EDI the highest

Me, Noble, Slay, you can see we the flyest

We load the spray, pussy niggas retire

100 deep, now you can watch us rise up

[Verse 63: Young Noble]

When 'Rock the Bells' dropped, I was locked into hip hop

Fresh off the porch with my brother Sean's boom box

Around the same time when I heard Illmatic

I was on my block, sellin' long dimes to the addicts, yeah

I remember back when Rae dropped the purple tape

We was young Outlawz, tryna raise the murder rate

Me against the world when I first heard Doggystyle

Still screamin' "Fuck the world, doggystyle"

[Verse 64: McGruff]

No more mumble rap, back to that Boom Bap

No cap, I'm in the trap where the goons at

Peace to all my niggas up top, getting them lunes back

Salute to the brother of me and my nigga Loon back

Harlem World's finest, let's be honest

You don't gotta give me dap, nigga, just pay homage

Peep my steps, always keep the piece on deck

I'm from the danger zone where we handle beef by death, nigga

[Verse 65: Stan Spit]

Everybody's an opp, plenty bodies'll drop

Slay hit me up, told me body the block

Go ape the whole eight, no way they hold weight

They so fake, okay? I won't play, ya don't say?

Kay shit, basic when they spit

Face it, we not only the zone, we the matrix

Your algorithm rhythm off balance

I'm 'bout to start the "We don't care if you die" challange

[Verse 66: Sickflo]

Live from the Wire but I reside in the A

You admire the attire, I am sighin' today

No Jaden but I'm Lord Raiden

Show you with all the cadence

Lightning in my tips, with these scripts, I'm full paid in

And what a great game in Heaven, boosted my cranium

Bars became za induced with titanium

Stars beyond Mars, the truth, I'm so empty

With six spliffs in the booth, it hits like Vibranium

[Verse 67: Fredro Starr]

Ayo, Kay Slay, we can't let the BS slide

The game ain't been the same since DS died

Got five niggas jumping out the GS5

Will leave my gun smoking like a PS5

DS5 the street rap, somebody tell me where the streets at

This that shit to make the heat clap

From my niggas selling cheap packs

Them niggas keep straps, the Onyx is the kings of that street rap

[Verse 68: Sticky Fingaz]

It is Sticky, don't make me put my hands on you

Nigga, I could tell you what each one of my fingers do

My pinky finger, that's with the pink ring at

And my ring finger, never put a ring on that

And my middle finger? That's how I feel about that

I use my index finger to make that thing clap

And my thumb, I ain't got a use for that

So I put it in a bitch ass while I fuck her from the back

[Verse 69: Ras Kass]

What you lames claim is relevant ain't

The culture's five elements, felons pistol whip your pelican vapes

I shoulda named the metal Beretta the Drake

Givin' em back to back hits 'til your skeleton breaks

Yo, take a new era super head in my Wraith

Givin' me fitted, call it the 7 and 1-8

Each one of my bars smoke ya whole 16

How you trap in your mom's necklace and wear big jeans?

[Verse 70: Termanology]

I ace the motherfuckin' track like a pro's supposed to

I'm blowin' up in this bitch, you know, Apollonia

And anytime I did a rhyme, I did it for the culture

The doctor said I need a culture, I might have the 'rona

I beat the shit and now I'm like a hundred times stronger

Run for the block and flippin' rocks to a stock holder

Hold my composure, bring my hand up when the shots over

A hundred deep with the soldiers, and we shoulder to shoulder

[Verse 71: DJ Doo Wop]

Yo, I live a DJ's dream, hearin' fans scream

Cash in my hand green, they wanted to ban me

'Cause most of it was tax free, at last, me and Slay connect

Niggas know the outcome

We got mixtapes with features better than your album

Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper

For you heat seekers and them double D cup ladies and IG divas

My mixtape gave your boyfriend power

Holla at me when y'all got my flowers (Bounce)

[Verse 72: Junior Reid]

I'm Junior Reid, I run these streets

Killin' all these hip-hop beat

Hey, I just can't be defeat

One blood family, we came here to eat

Murder!

When I roll, you know I roll deep

My hand stay strong and you know we don't cheat

Trap for the money and you know we don't sleep

[Verse 73: Oun P]

If it's beef and we don't make up after talkin'

It's a high chance you gon' be wearing makeup in the coffin

I think of Busta Rhymes the way that the cops flamin' us

Like "put your hands where I can see before it get dangerous"

Fuck twelve and whoever gave 'em information

State property parties, you want a invitation?

You don't wanna do that, family

Them people gon' have to move your family, it ain't a movie, y'all

[Verse 74: Merkules]

You woke up a sleeping giant, there's no one breathing this fire

It's me, I'm known globally mostly for being violent

I'm closing up both of your eyelids 'cause no one seeing me rhyming

Fuck quarantine, I'm outside, I'm a morbid beast on the mic

These are more than schemes that I'm writing

It's for the fiends and the piper

New cocoa leaf, it ain't Pyrex, hoping that they don't die next

Shoutout to Street Sweeper, I breathe ether, my team G'd up

The streets need us like cheap heaters and clean sneakers

[Verse 75: Wais P]

Wais P, you should have gave me the whole song (Why?)

'Cause I'm doper than the shit Demi Lovato overdosed on

Put a hoe on every corner you post on, poison potion

Give you my life on every track that I spoke on

Blow bullets 'til the barrel is hot enough to cook coke on

Phasers photon, never on stun, give you the whole drum

Wanna know why I'm on the second run? I go dumb

Plus a hundred rounds beats fifty in any gun

[Verse 76: Maino]

I can spot the lies in they lines, what lines in they eyes

Is fear, you hear? A coward cries when he dies

I was down, now I'm up, they surprised by my rise

I've been out, fresh fade, bitches thought that I was Nas

Lord, please forgive me, I'm a sinner

Sweat suits, gold ropes swinging like a '80's dope dealer

Trust me, I get iller, underneath the chinchilla

The Street Sweeper, Kay Slay with a hundred killers

[Verse 77: Uncle Murda]

Always been disrespectful, never been polite

Slay got me on the record with a bunch of niggas I don't like (I really don't though)

Them niggas corny, and their verses is not hard

Probably like ten rappers on this record that I got robbed

I'm the truth, I'm just realizing my worth

Niggas gon' turn this shit off after they hear my verse (I don't blame 'em)

And fuck whoever feel disrespected

Niggas gon' be mad Kay Slay put me on this record (Ah)

[Verse 78: PT Capone Mobstyle]

The best ever, bulletproof, the vest leather

Head shot, talkin' big bags of cheddar

Harlem, we run shit, you fags sleep

Cemetery, last stop, your bag's deep

Six feet, gun and a mask, my team creep

Mausoleum, you can see 'em, your team's sleep

Harlem, mob style, we run shit

Sheet rock, bury niggas for dumb shit

[Verse 79: Tony Starks]

Grenades, bombs and rocket launchers

The smell of dead bodies, the odor comes back to haunt ya

Gucci vests from Dapper Dan, mountains of blow on a glass table

Look like a goddamn avalanche

Construction bags of snow, one scale

One doctor just in case your blood pressure fail

We got diesel, weed, coke and lean by the pail

Two phones next to that old bitch out in Wales

[Verse 80: Mike Cee]

Show a sign, force on the course, it's authentic

You cross the sauce, try to be boss, get lost in it

That's a early retirement, call it a forced finish

Fuck a Porsche with horse, I put your horse with Porsche in it

Nigga, Mike Cee, syllable, syllabicate

Syllabicate, it's so real, realize, realization

Realization, realize, real

S-Syllabicate, s-syllabicate, syllables, Mike Cee

[Verse 81: Royal Flush]

I swear to God if I die tonight, I'm taking a few niggas with me

My little man just came home doing 5 so I gave him 50

I ain't gave his Dior back meaning I got this Llama with me

Run Scott my papers 50 sellin' bricks, I don't fuck with dizzies

Keep a lot of shooters outside, it's gon' be hard to clip me

Before I surrender to God and Mississippi

Got these bitches being my mule to get some bigger titties

Falling cost me 260, got another 60 with me

[Verse 82: Super Lover Cee]

Fuck y'all, thought I better talk, caught up a narrative

I sat back watching you tryna figure what bag it is

Imagine if I came back, Super Lover with savages

And put a tilting was building change the average of marriages

'Cause she's still after me due to audio in audacity

For cardio and the tune grooving room at capacity

When parties over, we boom boom, for you it's gravity

A tragedy, by two masterpieces causing catastrophe

[Verse 83: Page Kennedy]

You could have a hundred verses from my hundred persons

But this one emerges

And it's curtains when you get to squirting on a piece of Birkin

Detroit is a mindset, as soon as the verse ends, you rewind it

Knowing that the Drama King was behind it

I'm Page Kennedy, don't let the last man escape

Get your ass kicked by a movie star that looks more like an asterisk

Get your bifocal lens

You a fighter that wouldn't even punch vocals in

[Verse 84: Rockness Monsta]

I spit stupid, you just stupid

Don't even walk off your porch, you should just stoop it

You too bitch for this goon shit, it ain't just music

We shoot you and jam to your death, no Rick Rubin

Yo, my gun blow drumroll, 'til it unload

Or 'til the gun broke, then punch holes through a chump's soul

I'm muggin', it's just jokes, I'm friendly and shit

Get higher, it's the highway to Heaven, I'll send you a lift

[Verse 85: Gunplay]

(Gunplay) 7.62's, nigga never left clues

Crib looking like a motherfuckin' evidence room

And I keep a street sweeper, nothing less than this broom

And that's only when I'm in a fuckin' excellent mood

I got four nine-pieces on a four-door panel

Louis open-toed sandals, overdose on those samples

Living legend in the 'jects, nigga daddy every threat

Homie died in his holster, got the weapon, never left

[Verse 86: Sadat X]

The pandemic got niggas searching for endemic

You either win or you a dub, fuck the club, don't get it fucked up

It's still paid for the bin

And you just gotta find a fucking way in

Now we gonna see who's a boss

And rise above the COVID or take a fucking loss

Wear the mask or don't, I don't give a fuck

I'ma still get a buck and a gold medal, I will never settle

[Verse 87: Grand Puba]

I be the block (dynamite) so hit the sheets to the streets

Like playing games with Jamar's will beat your feet

I'ma drop a straight 8 for my nigga Kay's beat

We go back like Fat Jack, my nigga, Harlem heat

Got bodies for a throttle smashing King Midas

Put the drip in the game, drop jewels and pop bottles

I'm valedictorian, ask any historian

I'm back from streets, you pullin' up in that DeLorean

[Verse 88: Lord Jamar]

I'ma keep the knowledge, yeah, two cyphers

(Keep it a hundred) Lord J and Kay Slay, that's two triflers

We roll deep when we hold heat

Stay away or get sprayed with a new virus

They manufactured a new crisis

With plans to capture your third iris

I stand with the stature of the bird ibis

I'm like Dawoodi when I'm doing my duty (Facts)

[Verse 89: Sonja Blade]

I'm from where Big and Hov' came, Pop Smoke cocaine

Rope slayin' over coats and them dope rope chains

Bed-Stuy Veteran fella been ridin'

Better than I've ever been America's bidin'

Harris no comparison since

So don't let that fly shit go to your head like Mike Pence

I got seniority, Francis Sorority

Sonja Blade, bitch, just respect my authority

[Verse 90: Coke La Rock]

Let's take it back to the essence where it all began (Yeah)

Hip-hop, the original man (C'mon)

First emcee ain't my claim to fame

'Cause I been getting money, ain't a damn thing changed

I'm Coke La Rock and I'm still on the scene (Let's go)

The true OG to the culture you're in (Okay)

Bronx legend, respect the crown

And pay homage where it started, we call it the Boogie Down

[Verse 91: Greg Nice]

I'm from the era catching cabs on Broadway

Put 'em on hold, ride around town all day

Way before the Uber and a Lyft it was OJ

Do the kickstep, man, just like Kid Play

We're on the east side like DJ Kay Slay

Smoke your Chronic up, Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre

Sprinkle my man, E-40, he from the Bay

Yo, I say butter man and you say Parkay

[Verse 92: Smooth B]

Smooth B kick shit Pelé like soccer

You that man in the middle, cockblocker

I been a G, never been a sucker

I don't hide, never scared, not a ducker

Above the Rim like I'm in Harlem at the Rucker

Motherfucker, I'm thorough with this

I ring bells around the world every borough with this

[Verse 93: Consequence]

Always had the bands like Coi Leray

So I'm young enough to relate to the YouTubers

Old enough to still date a few cougars

Yet the struggle became a weapon for me

So success became a separate story

But them cheques, got 'em checkered for me

Shit, I'm shooting from Steph' territory

And I get more love than Diddy's license

We rollin' a hundred deep, and I'm the city's nicest

[Verse 94: Millyz]

Look, I'm Tommy Egan in the Honda weaving

Leave your mama grieving for the non-believing

On the deacon, Dominican mommy ganja steaming

Bomb with demons that'll take your chain and go to pond to peacing

I quit trapping 'cause my music is dope

You might've saw me in the lane but I'm truly the goat

You try to tell him calm down, bro was doing the most

They left him in the hospital with a tube in his throat

[Verse 95: OT the Real]

I trap with the guys knowing I'ma capitalize

But slaps I'ma drive to DC those capital rides

Put rappin' aside I got yak and captions to buy

She smashin' up lines so big they look like capital I's

We back in the times so start us here you back in the pines

Snap but I'm fine the Henny and the gas intertwine

I smash and I grind got the work stashed with the 9

I'm where they'll put you on a shirt like a fashion design

[Verse 96: Ron Artest]

Yo!

You from the hood Uptown Queens, New York

Save the milk cereal with the fork

Scraped the plate and now get the fuck out my way

We on the grind, yes, I got a lot on my mind

Back in the days, I used to wanna punch them in face

I changed my ways and now I just wanna get paid

Smoking haze out a trombone; Nicholas Cage

Fire tire is burning, times is turning

[Verse 97: Kaflow]

Kaflow Kaboom rolling a hundred deep

Ever since a young wolf, I always hunted sheep

I already killed all the wolves that wanted beef

Seen a nigga brains on the floor and it made ya stomach weak

I'm from the streets where they brag about puttin' you underneath

A lot of niggas gon' get shot before the summer reach

Take you to the balcony, hang you from your feet

My office hours are from nine to five, not from one to three

[Verse 98: Tone Trump]

A living legend like Slay on The Box

The big dime baby, I'm like Jay to the opps

Purple Coogi Purple Tape, I'm like Rae to the opps

When it's time it ain't the mink then I'm playin' the fox

I'm sorry, king of these Pradas and not Adidas

NDF, we the mob and I'm the leader, free the opps

Fear the law, get money, and flee the cops

Fuck the judge, fuck the feds 'cause they the opps

[Verse 99: Hocus 45th]

Sickening, street smart but the flow ignorant

Henchmen, but never wear no Jimmy when I'm hittin' it

Big up to the game, bookstores, no more memberships

Shout out to the cub and Dior, free the innocent

Outlaw, live by often, I would die for

I get all the blame, someone get shot, they say it's my fault

So when they talk, I just pay 'em, never mind

'Cause when I spot 'em, I'ma dot 'em like the letter I

[Verse 100: Omar Epps]

I'm Toussaint Louverture, unfamiliar? Google more

Gurkha out the humidor, wise man who fool 'em all

Prove 'em wrong, told Kay Slay I would do the song

Move along if you ain't about that communion, dawg

Through the fog and darkness, the world be in peril

'Til we expel the devils and renew the godly process

I'm blessed, not pressed but I'm vexed, the game culture

Brothers obeyin' other suckers who ain't of us

We reppin' that red, black and green, that's a thing

Like Pythagorean themes that put data in the machines

The latter means I saw a lot, Earth a tourist spot

Still we universal beings, this rehearsal VN

P.S., we turn T-shirts to tuxedos

With flowers from the mall with no GMO's or cheat codes

The power is in lovin' the death of your own ego

O.E. go, that's that Brooklyn

[Verse 101: Bodega Bamz]

Who really the best rapper since Pun ain't here?

Y'all know the answer to that when Bamz in here

The most underrated, the most hated, the most doing the most

The most almost famous, the most favorite

Bodega getting them chips again, what happened?

First class back from Switzerland, no capping

I'm the voice they wanna silence, who said it's late?

It's perfect timing

Load up the UZI, headshot, take the diamond

[Verse 102: Bynoe]

In the car with 2 blicks, them shits got 3 attempts on it

You gon' be the first full body

Toe tag, zip 'em up, the doc won't stitch 'em up

Sucka ass niggas been lollipops

Spin the block twice won't leave 'til a body drop

My influence in the hood is impeccable

Stir fry something turn a nigga to a vegetable

*gunshot sounds*

Hello!

[Verse 103: PTKNY]

It's P dot T dot K, nigga

I'm back looking for drama, I'm here to slay niggas

NYC tryna be A niggas

Blatant only way you figured out to get paid, nigga

And let them niggas have they own style

And act like you niggas really from home

You know that where they shit was grown

And leave that drill shit alone too

Before the shot gets to drilling you

Nigga!

[Verse 104: Aobie]

These rappers hoein' now, doin' anything to get papes

Even my DM's like a bitch to do a mixtape

I be killin' shit, I need a sponsorship from Ruger

Been ahead of my time, it's like I rhyme from the future

If niggas want trouble, homie, the trouble suit us

Ran up on you snakes, got me feeling like Medusa

They say they from the Bay, I'm nowhere specific

But those that don't know, nigga, it's a difference

[Verse 105: King Kirk]

It's getting real hard to eat, no time to argue

Blow a driveway through your chest, let it park you

The broads done rip apart you

Sunset dark you, leave you hard to recharge, it'll restart you

No cinema like our own theatre scarier

Big Dubez, King Kirk, Brando, three of the thieves

Period, lyricists, storytellin'

Cordelen, split your fuckin' watermelon

[Verse 106: Big Dubez]

4D! I go up top, they take enough shots (Enough shots)

Now I'm home, we see what's up then (Home now)

Let you tell it, you Teddy Bruckshot

All I'm hearing is Teddy Ruxpin

Trust and believe, sleep on the D's

Get tough then, mics, I crush them

Causin' disruption, we talkin' a tusslin'

Figure four rap, nigga, fuck all the fussin'

End of discussion

[Verse 107: Tony Moxberg]

I been livin' on the road for the past week (For real)

Makin' more moves than an athlete (Uh-huh)

I'm from the backstreets where they pack heat

I deliver, got more drop offs than a taxi

Hated by the ones who love, shit's weird

I been seein' six figures for like six years

Young boy goin' dumb and he 'bout to go dumber

Two sticks on him, he think he a drummer

[Verse 108: Styleon]

A fist up for black people, our lives matter

Like your life, but my life, they won't understand it

Traumatic stress on my hands, this is from being captured

Mutilated like castration, part of them chapters

But this a never ending story, them pages continue

My shade part of that food chain minus the menu

It's deeply rooted in genetics, the past that we've been through

Original Hebrew, got me feelin' it's sacrificial

[Verse 109: Chuck D]

I got the power I'm putting in, punching the clock like the '99

'89 before that seventy-five

When I was around and I first rhymed

While many searched hard for punchlines

I had some that you cannot find

Had some that you can't rehearse

All I had to do was voice a verse, the Kay Slay show

[Verse 110: Sauce Money]

Fuck chill, I think it's time that people really know

What's real, nobody else get to spin it

I know these haters won't condone, everything I own

Pointed at the throne, and I don't care who's sittin' in it

Bank on that, nobody son trust

After the clashes and the ashes come dust

You came for the fame, you gotta do what one must

But me, I'm only here to eradicate the unjust

Real talk, motherfuckers the worst

They ain't grow into fuck niggas, they were suckers from birth

Rub shoulders and then it's over, you touch 'em you cursed

I can't wait to put love in reverse

The verse woulda been iller if it wasn't for Slay

He said "'Sau, it's for the culture, not today"

I said "Cool, and usually you're always right

But just remember, culture vultures ain't always white"

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]

DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King

Rolling 110 Deep

That's right!

It had to be done!

Everything revolves 360°

What comes around goes around

Bring it back to the talent over popularity

Start talkin' to the people

Instead of about the people

Don't test me

You fuck around next time

I do Rolling 200 Deep on you motherfuckers!