Rolling 200 Deep XIV

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[Verse 142: Sticky Fingaz] The drama king, you ain't gotta give us a dime We body all these niggas up, one at a time Gather everybody ass up and put 'em in line You think that I'm lyin'? Nigga, is you out of your mind? It took a hundred MCs to put 'em on a track Add in two hundred more niggas that thought they could rap Well, it's gon' take three hundred more before I'll pull this strap And that's six hundred niggas Onyx bodied like that [Verse 143: Paula Perry] Pussy in your face, it's crunch time I don't give a fuck about your verse or punchline I'ma spaz out, beat you 'til you pass out Now you got your head in the ground with your ass out I'm Paula Perry from the floor and I'm gangsta Run up on me on some stupid shit, I'ma shank ya Wake your asses up, thеre ain't no savior Danger, Kay Slay certifiеd banger, two hundred [Verse 144: Tah Mell] None of you need to know who I am My vocals are grams bagged up, coke in the flan Now I got the world hopin' again Jesus now come in the flesh, and all the softest shit ends I'm scrollin' with pens, destined 'til this journey will end Divide my circle in threes like I roll with a Benz Family business to me, that's how my focus is spent Three-sixty degrees, if I stop I begin [Verse 145: Da Inphamus Amadeuz] I'm at the head of the table, you send a shot, then it better be fatal I use microphone cables to strangle the head of your label New York back so you better be grateful Ain't got to be two hundred deep for the Kay to slay you With the bars we stackin' even, I spit heat like a dragon breathing Then cool it down like the track is freezing 97 Piff package season I spit fire 'til the meat on the gas gets steaming [Verse 146: Cortez Bodega] With my day ones daily, used to re-up twice Your favorite rapper don't keep heat tucked, he tuck ice Earn credit wholesale, I can meet y'all price Before Virgil, seen G's Off-White, on sight Bring them choppas in quickly, spin blocks if drama lit You know what's in store, Bodega seein' all kind of chips Any drug co-profiting, boy, you see the drip The water kept me a cult followin' [Verse 147: Superstar Floss] Nowadays you got a budget, you can't pay to be it No matter how much money you spend, you can't pay to be it Only drill you ever did was at basketball practice Only real you keep it is the reels you postin' with captions SF, I'm it, Slay said I was chosen Like a groupie in the mix tryna take all these flicks All the stripes you say you got, that's invisible lines Cross the line, that's the end of your time, it's Kay [Verse 148: Innocent?] They askin' how I got here, just pull up a chair, nigga, I'm top tier From the beginnings you child niggas was not there Always talkin' money and women, but I do not care Mad 'cause my records be spinnin' like "Son that's not fair" I'm spittin' like I'm pitchin' the top of the ninth inning And all the bases is loaded with no outs so get it clear I don't really care what you talkin' 'bout 'cause it not here Ever need a verse or a hook? Hit me, I spit it [Verse 149: MC TNT] Ghetto bars, mono or stereo, electric frequencies That'll burn your whole radio until you guys get it televised Bars sharper than the beam on the Starship Enterprise TNT sample rappers, slice 'em and dice 'em With some price and put life back in 'em TNT, Bronx bandido With the, with the, with the, with the, with the, with the funky estilo [Verse 150: Tracey Lee] My raps slap on beats, I get abusive Uncharted bar work, flows are all inclusive Yeah, this is God's work, your gun bars are useless Listen, we immune to them shots, you need a booster Better Google me, reboot your browser Cut from the soil and flourished, F your flowers Rekindlin' a feelin' with a pen that's been endowed With the scholar out of Howard resemblin' black power [Verse 151: Aobie] The blind leadin' the blind in these wicked times we livin' in We been in sin, the streets is menacin', they kill the innocent Assemblin' my thoughts while I'm sittin' up in this tenement God made us in His image, when I rhyme, see the resemblance Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, I'll be dismembering I'm workin', punch the clock and keep the talkin' to a minimum Niggas listenin', bumpin' they gums like senior citizens You talkin' like your sugar low, nigga, check your insulin [Verse 152: Kurtis Blow] Let me get my two cents Kurtis Blow, I'm the blueprint First rapper signed, first to go gold Forty years later, still in the new Benz I guess these are the breaks I guess we are the greats In '73, it was fate Happy big 5-0, hip-hop blow out the cake