I'll Be Gone (Vice Remix feat. Pusha T) Mike: Yeah And to each his own Hating ain't something that we condone, Cause the way I flip when the beat come on I'll make you pump that shit 'til the speakers blown Ya'll wanna cop a plea, who you gonna talk to if not to me? Because if the chain of command worked properly You gotta earn a few stripes before you can talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice, built the track once and killed it twice Built the stage up and killed the lights, opening act was like fuck my life Ya'll can love it, ain't nothing wrong, forget the hating that ya'll be on Enjoy it now because after long, Keyser Soze, I’ll be gone Skin to Bone (Nick Catchdubs feat. Cody B. Ware & Ryu) Mike: I'm on some taxidermy rap shit/talk about some raw game, You're nothin but a trophy mounted on my door frame, I spit that propane, light you with a slow flame, And watch you burn until there's nothin' but a gold chain, Yeah you'll be some crispy critters, You'll wish you with us, You'll wish what we did, you did it, You can't, you kiddin? I don't have a shoe you fit in, You're as soft as a motherfuckin' newborn kitten, I'm an animal, tearing flesh into bone, Randomly rippin' everything gone, Unless they forget what, then let it be known, I'll bury every competitor, every predator, Anyone ever forget it, you'll regret it forever, Never been nothing short of a legend, you peasants will learn, I'll stay standin' in the front like I'm forgetting my turn, For these matchstick rappers this is meeting adjourned, I ain't even gotta match em' I'm just letting them burn. Keep posting and improving the verses!
Here's what I understood from the verse. In bold are differences between my transcript and yours. "Yeah, and it (inches/itches/eats ya) on, pain made somethin' that we (condone?) ‘Cause the way I flip when the beat come on I’ll make you pump that shit ‘til the speakers blown Ya’ll wanna (cut/cop) the plea, who you gonna talk to if not to me? Because if chain of command worked properly You gotta earn a few stripes before you can talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice, built the track once and killed it twice Built the stage up and killed the lights, opening act was like, "fuck my life" Not gonna love like there ain’t nothing wrong, forget the hatin' that ya’ll be on Enjoy it now because I belong, Keyser Soze, I’ll be gone"
Yeah! And to each his own/hatin aint somethin that we condone, ‘Cause the way I flip when the beat come on I'll make ya pump that shit ‘til the speakers blown Ya’ll wanna cop a plea, who you gonna talk to if not to me? Because if the chain of command worked properly You gotta earn a few stripes before you can talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice, built the track once and killed it twice Built the stage up and killed the lights, opening act was like, "fuck my life" Ya'll can love it, aint nothin' wrong, forget the hatin' that ya’ll be on Enjoy it now because after long, Keyser Soze, I’ll be gone
Yeah! And to each his own / Hatin' ain't somethin' that we condone, ‘Cause the way I flip when the beat come on I'll make ya pump that shit ‘til the speakers blown And ya’ll wanna cop a plea, who you gonna talk to if not to me? Because (if?) the chain of command worked properly You gotta earn a few stripes before you can talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice, built the track once and killed it twice Built the stage up and killed the lights, opening act was like, "fuck my life" Ya'll can love it, ain't nothin' wrong, forget the hatin' that ya’ll be on Enjoy it now because after long, Keyser Soze, I’ll be gone
And thank fuck for that. That's been missing from Mike's lyrics for too long. Enough of that "king" and "ring" shit he's been on. BTW, Skin To Bone rap from Mike: I'm on some taxidermy rap shit/talk about some raw game, You're nothin but a trophy mounted on my door frame, I spit that propane, light you with a slow flame, And watch you burn until there's nothin' but a gold chain, Yeah you'll be some crispy critters, You'll wish you with us, You'll wish what we did, you did it, You can't, you kiddin? I don't have a shoe you fit in, You're as soft as a motherfuckin' newborn kitten, I'm an animal, tearing flesh into bone, Randomly rippin' everything gone, Unless they forget what, then let it be known, I'll bury every competitor, every predator, Anyone ever forget it, you'll regret it forever, Never been nothing short of a legend, you peasants will learn, I'll stay standin' in the front like I'm forgetting my turn, For these matchstick rappers this is meeting adjourned, I ain't even gotta match em' I'm just letting them burn. *EDIT* Updated some lyrics above.
Great job Derek! The only mistake I think is this line: Unless they forget what('d been?), then let it be known
Ryu on STB: You can't stop it All you can do is watch it while it's happenin like a tragic accident Rappers go on get your coffins It's in the bone The higher I'm a bid of this rap shit My legacy's set in stone, for sho, no asterisk Concept: immaculate Start to finish I'm Lil' Wayne's dentist Look at the platinum plaques I'm getting (WOOOOF) It's not an accident, you flew off the roof You said you was fly, so I just wanted to see if it's true I got the juice like GQ, but I wish it was Grey Goose Let it mix with my prescriptions and I'm turning into Keith Moon A T2 Terminator: Demi-God Jesus Fort Minor: We Major; let's take it to phase II The mission isn't finished yet I've been on the internet Hearin fans talk and maybe we should consider it
Mike's verses are sick pretty much on both of the tracks he's on in the album, but that line in bold is some struggle bar shit haha...
Wow, Mike is definitely not "a little bit insecure" anymore. Haha! The legend line is just too far from his real personality for me to find it real, but the rest is pretty sick.
He's manged to call the person he is rapping to "weak," "soft," a "baby" and a "pussy" all in one line.
Skin to Bone sounds right as far as I can tell. Here's what I've got for I'll Be Gone: Yeah, and to each his own Hating ain't something that we condone, Cause the way I flip when the beat come on I'll make 'em pump that shit 'til the speakers blown And y'all wanna cop a plea? Who you gonna talk to? Not to me! Because if the chain of command worked properly You gotta earn a few stripes 'fore you talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice, built the track once and killed it twice Built the stage up and killed the lights, opening act was like fuck my life Ya'll can love it, ain't nothing wrong, forget the hating that ya'll be on Enjoy it now because after long, Keyser Soze, I’ll be gone
Couple corrections to that one too: King Push Dope game keep callin' Dope boys keep fallin' Askin' me, what's my legacy? I just wanna die ballin' I just wanna die pourin' I just wanna ride foreign I just wanna bring hoes together: "Lonny, Lisa, meet Lauren" (Wooo!) Then I'll be gone, keep on movin' what I be on Damn right I know what time it is Take a ? and it's ? (Yuugh!) I'm stylin' on 'em, I'm swervin' on 'em I know it's wrong, but life's a bitch, she turn me on (Oww!) Yeah, I can't figure out that 3rd line from the end either.
Cool man. I'll have to whip out my sexy headphones and give it a couple of loops to figure out those last words.
Here's what I got... It could be wrong though. King Push Dope game keep callin' Dope boys keep fallin' Askin' me, what's my legacy? I just wanna die ballin' I just wanna die pourin' I just wanna ride foreign I just wanna bring hoes together: "Lonnie, Lisa, meet Lauren" (Wooo!) Then I'll be gone, keep on movin' what I be on Damn right I know what time it is Take full leap and a turn be on(in here!) I'm stylin' on 'em, I'm swervin' on 'em I know it's wrong, but life's a bitch, she turn me on (Oww!)
This is that post to pot post pac punks on the block Supposed to be close prosper right now they close to be not Put the gold in the pot Put 'em on, bring 'em on you can hope that they drop But they ball by the mall Bombin' the balls They be hoopin' the pot You open to not You openly admittin' you not Your heart be spitin' shit you don't be givin a lot You are be giveth givin' these women a raising of style I'm like the Tyson Bison reliving the villainous plot My vision of Ra My vision is Kai Killer Korat Vespa Feel us, so who real or realest enough I'm callin' your bluff I'll slaughter all your borders you trust You won't be carrying your orders; automatically dust I'm more than addingly rushed Plus grammatically tough trust the elephant tusk, trunk and go for the top, punk Who want it I'm guaranteed to get it and flaunt it I'm playing but this my intro right into the boot let Fuck me and fuck this verse. Anyone else feeling lucky? Be my God damn guest.