talk that jive turkey

[BlkPagan]

http://ccwf.cc.utexas.edu/~eclectic/toys/jive.html



I would likes t' snatch dis chance t' congradulate all o' yo' ass sucka's on da
rock work done 4 dis clan. It be real damn appuh'icated an' I is glad u r all
still stickin' wit' me. What a ripoff. I hope we have some real damn active
future an' git t'our numba' one rank!

[UMDelite]

hey dude dis be some badass clan. We ice them all.

[ADO0MSDAY]

Shiiit, yo' ass ain't too creative-likes. Keyboa'd yo' own honkey-rap,
drumstick. Homie don't play dat. wha's down go fuck yo self
N-I-Dubba-G-fuckin'-A

[XxSWATxX]

omg hillarious but what would even be funnier would be country lyrics translated to jive.

[ADO0MSDAY]

Shiiit, yo' ass ain't too creative-likes. Keyboa'd yo' own honkey-rap,
drumstick. I caint snatch dis anymo'
I is sayin' everythin' I've said b4
All dese-he'ah words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I haih' da damn less u fixin' 2 say
But u fixin' 2 find dat out anyway

Plum likes b4...

Everythin' yo' ass say t' me
Snatchs me one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik
I need some tiny-ass room t' breathe
Cause I is one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik

I find da damn answa's aint so's claih'
Wish I could find some way t' disappaih'
All dese-he'ah thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothin' seems t' go away
Ova' an' ova' again

Plum likes b4...
Everythin' yo' ass say t' me
Snatchs me one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik
I need some tiny-ass room t' breathe
Cause I is one step closa' t' da damn edge
Everythin' yo' ass say t' me
Snatchs me one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik
I need some tiny-ass room t' breathe
Cause I is one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik

Shut down when I is rappin' t' yo' ass

I is about t' braik
Everythin' yo' ass say t' me
Snatchs me one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik
I need some tiny-ass room t' breathe
Cause I is one step closa' t' da damn edge
Everythin' yo' ass say t' me
Snatchs me one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t' braik
I need some tiny-ass room t' breathe
Cause I is one step closa' t' da damn edge
An' I is about t'
Braik

[ADO0MSDAY]

YOUR JIVE:

Intro, dig dis:

Takin it from da top?

Tippy? Tippy?



How High?....

Da Ultimate High....



Verse One, dig dis: Method Dude

Scuse me as I kiss da sky

Sin' some song o' six pence, some pocket full some rye

Who da fuck wanna die 4 deir culture

Stalk da wo'm food body likes some vulture

Tical git, H-Tripa-M

Ebonya' dan yo' ebonyest stallion

Hit yo' house'n projects

I represent da damn Shaolin mah nigga

Hell damn straight, Apocalypse now, da heat blow

It be goin waaay down, diggy diggy waaay down diggy waaay down waaay down



Verse Deuce, dig dis: Redman

While da damn planets an' da damn stars an' da damn moons collapse

When I raise mah trigga finga all yall niggaz hit da damn dex!

Cause aint no need 4 dat, hustla's an' hardco's

Raw t' da damn flo' raw likes Reservoir Dogs

Da Green-Eyed Bandit caint stand it

Wit' mo' Fruitia' Loops den dat Toucan Sam Bizatch

Plus, da Bombazee gots me wild

(down low, Fuckin wit' us) be some straight suicide



Verse Trey, dig dis: Method Dude

10 9 8 7 6 5 4

3 2 187 1 lyric at yo' do'

Tical brin' it t' dat ass raw

Braikin all da rules likes glass jaws

Nigga, yo' ass got'ta git mine t' git yo's

Fucka, we dont need no rap tour

I'd ratha' kick da facts an' catch yo' ass wit' da damn rap-ture

Mo' dan yo' ass bargained 4

Tical, dat stays jimmey likes some all nite sto'

4 real, I keeps it ill likes some piece o' blue steel

Pointed at yo' temple wit' da damn intent t'ice

An' fat-lady yo' 'esistance, M-E-T

Ain't no 'esploit 4 resistance, H-O-D



Verse Foe, dig dis: Redman

I bees da ultimate rush t' no nigga on dust

Da Egyptian Musk 'esploit t' have me pull mad sluts

I shift likes some clutch wit' da damn Ruck

'esamine mah nuts, I dont stop till I git 'nuff

Yo' shit broke waaay down, light yo' flare

Since da damn darkside tears yo' ass into hollywood squares

6 million ways t' die, so's I chose

Made it 6 million an' 1 wit' yo' eyes closed

Da blindfold, cold, so's yo' ass kin feel da rap

An' shatta' da glass an' second half on yo' monkey ass

An' yo mah dude (down low, Tical) hit me now

Bitches 'esploit t' play me now they cant forget me now

Forget me not, I rock da spot, check glock

Empty off some lickin off some hip hop

Fuck da billbo'd, Im some cap on mah block

How yo' ass dope when yo' ass payed 4 yo' billbo'd spot?



Chorus, dig dis:

Peek down in da sky, it be some bird, it be some plane

It be da damn funk docta' spock smokin buddha on some train

H-O-fuckin'-W H-I-G-fuckin'-H? Slap mah 'fro! So's high dat I kin kiss da sky

H-O-fuckin'-W S-I-C-fuckin'-K? So's sick dat yo' ass kin suck mah wood

Peek down in da sky it be some bird it be some plane

Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't some damn shit changed

H-O-fuckin'-W H-I-G-fuckin'-H? So's High dat I kin kiss da sky

H-O-fuckin'-W S-I-C-fuckin'-K? Fuckin' A! So's Sick dat yo' ass kin suck mah
wood



Verse Nickel, dig dis: Method Dude

Til mah dude Raida' Ruckus come crib

It ain't tru-ly on till da Ruckus git, crib

Puff some met' bone, now I is off t' da damn red zone

we duzn't need yo' dirt weed we gots some fuckin O

Check it, I brings havoc wit' mah hectic

Brin' da Pain lyrics scraimin 4 da antiseptic

Movin on yo' left kid, an' I is methted, out mah fuckin dome piece

Plus I gots no love 4 da baist

Hailin from da big-ass East Coast

Where niggaz pack toast

Crib o' da damn drug kingpins an' cut throats

[Hey boy, yo' ass's da rude boy on da block

Yo' ass try an' stop da bum rush yo' ass will git popped]

As I run around wit' some racist

Mah style wuz born in da 50 stair cases

Dig it, eff some rap critic

He rap about it while I live it

If Red gots da blunt, Im da second one t' hit it



Verse Six, dig dis: Redman

Peek down in da, I gots da verbs, nouns an' glox in ya

Enta' da centa, lyrics bang likes rico-chet

Rabbit, I brings havoc wit' some Some-K matic

Rollin blunts some all day habit

I git it on likes Smif'n'wes

Punks snatch some sip an' test

Who split yo' vest

Da funk phenomenon

I is bombin yo' ass likes Lebanon

Blow canals o' Panama

Plum off stamina

Styles not t' be fucked wit', o' played wit'

Fuck da pretty hoes, I love dose-dair Secshun Some Bit-ches

Hittin switches, Twistin wigs wit'

Fat radical mathematical type scriptures

I dig down in yo' planets likes Diga,

Boo, scared yo' ass, blew yo' ass t' smithe-reens

Fuck da marines, I gots machines

T' light da damn spliff, an' eyeball Mad magazine

I fly mo' thinka's dan Continental

Wreck ya 5 times likes U-S A-I-fuckin'-R off some instrumental

Peek I aint some half way crook wit' way baaad peeks

But I may 187 yo' case likes yo' name wuz Cal Brooks

I braiks em down proppa

Ax' Biggie Little-asss 'who Busted a cap in Ya'

Funk docta', wit' da damn 12 Gauge Mossberg

Peek, I gots da tools likes Rickle

T' make yo' mind tickle

4 da nine nickle

[Yo Red, yo Red!]

Punk ass cat ass

[Yo' ass ain't gotta say no mo' dude, dat's it]

Word down Tical, We Out

[I-T-fuckin'-S O-V-E-fuckin'-R]




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