[Verse 141: 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 142: 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 143: 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 144: 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 145: 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 146: 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 147: 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 148: 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 149: 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 150: 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 151: 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
