Quotables

***THE WINNING LYRICIST FOR MAY IS SEOUL!!**** here is the verse.. hit his page to hear it.. Seoul Quotable Competition Lyricals (Acapella) Seoul will spit a quote so dope just to hear one The deaf might pay a 100,00 G’s for an eardrum My every quote make a point like an archers bow artists, know, i give my heart and Seoul to the art of flow Need a harder goal, yall cant jam without a bowl of weaties I’ll touch a soul with no hands on the board of ouija Afford to be me, no chance, if you scored a genie The best edition, Seoul think it best to listen cuz imma star, spittin barz that’ll bless a christian Don’t sweat the written, all torque if ya test the pistons spit raps on a track, worth a second listen the ones wack, come back for a lesson rippin lets me know i possess what the rest is missin writers block? Never heard of it I zone out the mic’s like my tongue, an extension of my own mouth so fly, no lie, make an old guy, still see the truth, sportin cataracts in both eyes My flow arouse, with a voice that’ll scrub the clouds with dynamite and tear gas, ya ass, couldnt budge a crowd Who real as me? flow sick its a real disease even if i sneezed, you couldn’t catch skills as ill as these I heard Seoul a free pick? killah heck no! Do em like Shug did to cats signed with Death Row Merck what you speak, wit more than 40 versions of heat Turban ya meat, its more than 40 surgeons can treat word of mouth, claims Ludacris Disturbin the Peace Like Luda, Seoul will move ya wit a version unique Call it crazy, Have Yall comparin me to Jay-Z When Seoul Rockafella, Tryin to Blueprint this Acapella Dismissed, Just dont get it twisted Was dope long before I knew Dopetracks Existed Climb the path to fame only utilizing half a brain the other half deranged, hemisphere of where the wrath remains Try to mask the pain, but its driving me to slash a vein goin half insane, tryin to keep the other half contained Penny for a thought? Stop! i need a better offer cuz Seoul the author to rise above a flyin saucer No joke, Seoul will spit the vocals dope in just a minute you’ll be snorting up the seoulful Quotes See my mouth taped, hands behind me laced tight And still out spit a rappin octopus with 8 mics That line was nice, so i spit it in ya face twice Yall thirsty, Need to quench it up with haterade Let you haters play, in a swamp where the gators stay guess its safe to say, there wont be a case of hate today Cross the boss? You dumber than a box of rocks Erase ya link, theres more than two ways to think What some call a rap dog Seoul call a waste of ink Spreadin rumors, Im narc’in you out, Harpin about Sayin we aint got no heart in the south I know guerillas, that’ll make you seek an alternate route Dump clips just to loosen up the starch in ya blouse They tupac cops on the block make em call swat Then wonder why god got they prayers set on call block? Seoul- Alliance S.T.B In da Building Congrats Seoul!!! #2 was DaKidStripez, #3 was KoKuma.. congrats fellaz.. YOOOO!! This is Dion P, most of you know me as DjGhettoD… I started Dopetracks.com/Quotables! dtquotables@gmail.com is the email. THIS IS NOT A GHOST ACCOUNT and I will not be giving anyone dopes under this account, including my own page. What I’d like to get started here on Dopetracks.com is a monthly way of giving the ILLEST verse of the month and the Lyricist who wrote it some recognition. HIT THE FORUM FOR INFO http://www.dopetracks.com/forums/10/topics/2119 WINNING VERSE WILL BE POSTED BELOW SOME OF MY FAV QUOTABLES *Andre3000- OutKast Da Da Art Of Storytellin pt 1* "Now suzy skrew had a partna named sasha (sasha), thumper (thumper) I remember her number like the summer When her and suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party But you can not call it that cause it was slummer Well it was more like spend the night Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right In the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite All of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above (aww man) talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up I said what you wanna be, she said, alive (hmm) It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes I coulda died, time went on, I got grown Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home To find lil sasha was gone Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show That I would one day see her standin in the front row But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, sasha thumper" *Axl - 100 to 1 * (can't find the lyrics, if u havent heard it google it) *NASTY NAS - Represent* "Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's" *Beanie Sigel - DIE* "When you live by the sword, you die by the sword I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw Die on stage, rippin' down tours Die from AIDS, trickin' out-a-town whores Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin' No vest section from my chest missin' Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision Or die in the streets over somethin' petty Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I Ass Bet'em Die from a shot from a said war glock >From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin' Too late, eight shots got my body nummin' Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds Die wit a knife six inches in my head I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy Or die cuz them niggas was jel, they envyed me Die tryin' ta seal the fate of my enemy I could go out from a case of mistaken identity Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't pop Die cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin' Die cuz that nosey bitch said I did somethin' Die cuz a nigga was tryin' ta get a name Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flames Might get sparked, might not feel no pain Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine Take a couple shots ta the heart, ta the brain Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac I'd rather go out in the masjid makin' salat"