Elzhi vs. Royce

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  1. ANDtheMC

    ANDtheMC New Member

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    No, I never said that... I've been saying Joe Budden ON THE TOP OF HIS GAME is as good as there's ever been... But he RARELY RARELY ever hits that level... At least in ratio to the amount of tracks he's dropped... He's VERRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY hit or miss for me... Royce is SICK AS FUCK almost every damn track.... And even with that, he hits those high points Budden hits, as well... Hence, Royce is a better MC... Plus, his flow shits on Budden's flow and almost the entire game as an entirety....
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  2. MLK_Jr.

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    I bet u got Royce face tatted on your back like steve I got that pic
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  3. Freebass

    Freebass NAH NUDDAH

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    i do not like budden......tried hard to, but never got into him
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  4. DemiGod

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    Agreed....I respect Budden for what he does and I see that he's a good rapper...I just don't like his stuff that much
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  5. Freebass

    Freebass NAH NUDDAH

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    yea, never really had the earge to play it twice.........i think it depressed me
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  6. ANDtheMC

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    WTF is wrong wit ya'll? Some of ya'll talk so ignorant. Like Royce isn't a legitimate contender for bein' the dopest in the game... I say he's the dopest cuz there's A LOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT of characteristics in his ability to spit that puts him up there with ANYONE... And they are FACTUAL... Not opinion....

    It's not like there isn't hard fact/evidence that makes the argument for Royce bein' the best legitimate... I'm not saying Nelly is the best... I'm saying one of the illest lyricist in the game WITH THE BEST FLOW IN THE GAME (top 3 AT LEAST) is the best in the game.... I don't think he's the best cuz I like him... I like him cuz I think he's the best... Is that, that hard of a concept to comprehend? Ya'll like rappers cuz you think they're dope... You don't think they're dope cuz you like them.... That's just pure idiocy.... Please think before ya'll keep comin' with ya'll homosexual comments....

    I SAY IT AGAIN: Royce is a legitimate candidate for top rapper alive... I just feel he is that... Now get off my balls........
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  7. MLK_Jr.

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    how does royces balls taste u keep batting his balls against your chin u bound to hit a homerun
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  8. Freebass

    Freebass NAH NUDDAH

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    royce is a fav of mine too, but he cannot be considered best in the game if he has not a bigger collection of classic material and sales.........if you same game it implies business, to which measurements can be taken............the game is the business of rap, to be good at this you have to be able to move numbers to everybody..........royce is in my top 5 rappers.........its different
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  9. ANDtheMC

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    More homosexuality from the ignoramus... Why do you want to know how his balls taste? That's VERYYYY suspect... Once again, didn't I just say think before you speak?
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  10. ANDtheMC

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    No, game doesn't necessarily mean business... Maybe in your terminology but game meaning the rap game... Rappers in general... Rap is like a sport (so many rappers have compared it to it)... And I mean in that game....
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  11. MLK_Jr.

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    ok and god damn u win!shit your father is the best rappper ever to spit on a mic!


    And its homo your complex to his dick
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  12. Freebass

    Freebass NAH NUDDAH

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    Think man what does game usuallly mean?.....A. hungry hungry hippo, B. freeze tag, C. a sport where the best people are chosen, pick basketball, D. a business like "the rap game reminds me of the crack game," where the money is the key............

    think about it
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  13. ANDtheMC

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    Who's the only ones mentioning dicks in here? hmmmmmmmmmm... Riiigghhhttttt....
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  14. ANDtheMC

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    No, sports isn't only a business... I completely disagree with that... Sports is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much more than the financial aspect of it... The skill in it is what's more important than the money... And in turn, a lotta times that leads to money... But if you go to a court, you decide who's the nicest du' on the court by the skill they have.... Their ability to put the ball in the basket.... Royce da 5'9 does that as good as anyone, IF NOT EVERYONE...
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  15. MLK_Jr.

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    look dude jump off a bridge
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  16. ANDtheMC

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    I don't talk ignorant like that over the internet nor in real life... That's just stupidity... Shows the realism in your life where you can tell someone to jump off a bridge cuz of a hip hop conversation... Guess u got tired of talking about dicks 'n had to try another angle... Not workin' buddy...

    Keep tryin' tho'...
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  17. i still gotta listen to some elzhi
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  18. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

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    aight i'm bout to steal some shit from another site and bring it here....
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    barnizzle HIP HOP

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    http://www.zshare.net/audio/10666054ac6b1d6d/

    Elzhi - Fire (Prod. by Black Milk)

    Verse One:

    What I put down in the sound coil is Crown Royal
    It's like I dug in the ground soil and found oil
    I'm known to terrorize, paralyze a pair of guys or prepare to rise off the land, sea, air, and skies
    Snatch his heart, but spare his eyes
    To show him why I'm great, violate, and I annihilate
    My punchlines ain't just tossin' jabs, they often grab to put you in a Boston Crab
    Caution, they say I'm psychosomatic in the attic
    My automatic stick to my clothes like static
    -cling on, better kiss the fist while the ring's on
    On the winning hand, four aces, now a king's drawn
    What, how you want it, head or gut?
    Let it cuts from the machete, you're not ready
    Check, 1-2 and you don't stop
    For niggas frontin', I get you open till the buttons on your coat pop

    Chorus:
    It's that fire, I see the smoke rising high up
    Hit higher, hands to the sky up
    Spit fire, no, can't deny us, they getting lava
    'Cause it's that fire, I see the smoke rising high up
    Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em high up
    Get a cup, let me see, see you light up, they getting lava
    'Cause it's that...

    Verse Two:

    Demand the respect, the effects could heat the room
    Full of fans in the deck, got my hands on the tech-nology
    It's a little too late for an apology, a style from me got more star quality than astrology
    L is the name
    Spit that shit that's so fire, it can dance around hell as a flame
    Who nicer than me? You ain't worth the price of a tee, in China
    You a vagina and Tyson to be
    Fuck, I'm stuck in the spirit form, my brain mirror store 'em
    Speak my mind, hear it swarm, now lyrics born
    I write a masterpiece
    Better than my last release, cooler than a cast of grease
    Burn a nigga to the ash at least
    You couldn't get signed into cast, surviving then crash in peace
    Back the fuck up
    Get it nigga? Back the fuck up, before you get attacked, smacked, hijacked, and stuck up

    Chorus 1X

    Verse Three:

    I am hot shit, a stand-up nigga, I do not sit
    SWAT's hitting alerted, they heard I got the spot lit
    Think deep, how deep? Deeper than a plot get
    In a novel, with a pen, I tend to boggle
    Now feel the kiss of death when you spin the bottle
    Don't have to send a hollow-tip for others in the clip to follow
    The man with the pen is illing when he's into spilling again, been as healing as penicillin
    If your body can suck and inhale
    And blow out, then no doubt, probably not fucking with L
    In this genre, full of politics, chicks, and ganja
    Find the one who signed ya, and murk him in his recliner
    My words could kill a man much more than a kilogram
    Of coke, once spoke, shit can hit the ceiling fan
    'Cause in the booth I hear the siren calls
    When I inflame off four entire walls with fireballs

    Chorus 1X



    Elzhi - Audio Cinematic

    http://www.zshare.net/audio/10666295c7cdafec/





    Elzhi - Love it Here (Prod. by Dilla)

    http://www.zshare.net/audio/648665671663d4/

    [Chorus]
    But I love it here, just think if I wasn't here
    My uncles and cousins here, my struggles and comeups here
    We sense the trouble near, you bubble we double-dare
    The block is ours and we don't wanna share... (x2)

    [Verse One]
    Feel my pain like it was yours
    Crack addicts busting right through my doors
    bleeding on my lawn, I'm destined to be great
    I swear a gypsy could read it on my palm - tipsy, I'm calm, then I blow up like Vietnam bomb history
    I lost my mom but no drug abuse is beyond fifty
    Sign of the times twist me till I'm found dizzy
    Am I punished in my blood from all the pimps that birth me?
    Even when I was broke, I was wearing new kicks and jerseys
    I live amongst the sick and scurvy, till this day they can suck a d*ck this dirty
    with symptoms-of-burning-piss-with-pearly-puff, my-words-is-just-emotional
    Spoken from the bottom of the totem pole, I gotta get a grip
    like a rope with a open hole that's chokeable on a throat that hold a vocal tone
    My n*ggas push coke but don't discuss it on the mobile phones... just holding chrome... and know it's on

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Two]

    Drive-bys, windows bust out bullets putting in lawn chairs
    from a block over, sounding like Lil' Jon snares
    Life's gotten colder, I'm revealing a smirk
    How's hustling not a job when you feel you at work
    Mama told me keep my brain in them books
    I grew up learning only way you earning is becoming famous or crooks
    And since schools never taught us to be entrepreneurs
    but we don't have patience to make money off of computers
    We live the fast life where officers shoot us
    Get scarred; strip bars, where broads take bras off of they hooters
    Such a ugly game, why it look beautiful from afar...
    You in prison wishing they was removing you from the bars
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  20. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

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    hold on here go some mo



    Elzhi - Keep On


    http://www.zshare.net/audio/2080199f11b299/

    Verse one:

    He had dreams of bein rich
    He flew through spots with a few rocks
    Kept a weapon and buku knots in his shoebox
    Laid low made dough off of weighed blow
    That was paid fo', minimum wage stayed slow
    But life moves fast
    So before they cut off his lights
    He might be the sight in tonight's news flash
    He got a seed to feed
    So to succeed exceeds the need
    It aint the greed, agreed?
    Time's is hard
    Convictin dimes snitchin minds is scarred
    Committin crimes, getting signs from God
    Tellin him to chill before he stare a felon in his grill
    Or scared on the stairs of heaven when hell is bein revealed
    Cuz in the field, dope n*ggas die everyday
    Even some of his close friends is ghost over gross ends
    He just goin through the motions
    Strugglin at least to put the pieces together 'cause it's puzzlin
    Keep on

    Verse two:

    He wished the pressure was gone
    He invested in a vest that is worn
    And breast for protectin his chest
    He guessin' it's on
    In a deep peaceful sleep his peoples creep to the peep hole
    Where the stolen Jeep goes beep then the heat blow
    He rose to his toes his n*gga is hurt
    And froze, with holes through his closes big as his shirt
    He indeed panicked, when he saw his man bleed tragic
    (Don't die on me Turk, get up!) He didn't answer so he called again
    But as his pulse began to disappear
    He whispered crystal clear for him just to hear it
    He remembered, valueable words he'd take to the grave
    Cursing the Lord out he should be thankful he's saved
    Blew from Dro and Hennessy, seen his loot grabbed it
    For the funeral and slid a G in his suit jacket
    Wakin up in cold sweats bein told threats
    Dreamin of seeing clothes wet seems he owed debts
    Keep On

    Verse three:

    BLAO! Blood shed the color's red but the sheets white
    His heat's bright and lit the night like a street light
    He survives, got back up on his feet to rise
    Tryna hit foreign better just to beat the five
    Dealin with baby mama drama
    The grandmama won a grand for the baby she crazy bout a dolla (holla)
    Learning the game like the back of his hand
    Stacking off packages ran to back up his plan
    And thought, how long he fought to own him a label
    Can't be caught with the chrome in apartment
    Or home wit stones on the table
    And that's legit money, he built a studio fo'
    A crew with a beautiful flow but can spit ugly
    While ridin on dubs, he finally did
    Ironically slid in a club and thought of signin this kid
    He was a, young gun spit def like it was evil
    From the tongue run wit Nick and represent Libido
    Gave him a beat and a card,
    That little n*gga went home sick in the zone rippin heat it was hard
    Couldn't wait to get in the booth to spit this bar
    Look at us now, I can't believe it went this far
    We kept on, on, on...



    Elzhi - Save Ya (Prod. by T3)

    http://www.zshare.net/audio/106659896411ef5f/

    (Elzhi)

    Picture me going out, I know what a ho about
    Tryin' to glow off the next man's dough account
    But I've, been swift on the toes, since a infant
    why should I treat you different with a gift and a rose?
    That's a way I could please ya, but you a hood skeezer
    Should squeeze ya for smokin' up my good reefer
    You seen me hoppin' out of limousines
    so you begin to scheme on my winning team, but in your dreams
    You got them n*ggas acting strange, going crazy
    'cause you got a figure that could change "no" to "maybe"...?
    Infatuated with material things, you only see your feet in them shoes, your ears in those rings
    But, uh, you can come around on your best behavior but sorry, love, I can't save ya...
    And I know every n*gga on the block gon' praise ya, I'm international I can't save ya

    [Hook]

    And there's only-one-thing-I know, you really gotta go-for sure-hey, yo

    (Elzhi)

    So, baby girl, on no grounds, will we marry, slow down
    Ju-just hold your horses like a merry-go-round, 'round
    You fantasize about shopping sprees, 'cause you seen me dropping G's, like I'm shopping ki's
    Calling your best friend and tell her that I'm ballin' and how you don't have me all in love, fallin'
    Fed you in a mill now you head over heels (?), you woulda got in bed for a bill
    And still, you can't explain why you feeling me this fast yet, which one will it be, you liability or asset?
    Let me take a guess, you would show your naked flesh, and shake your breasts on any man that can make some sexs
    But don't come around me for a favor, sorry sweetheart I can't save ya...

    (T3)

    And we can roll out, roll up, some herb in different flavors, I can get you high but can't save ya...

    (Elzhi)

    So, nah, me and you we can never be an item
    You going nowhere, look how far I've come
    I've got my own shit, but you don't own shit
    You bone for a Sprint phone and your home rent
    You might've played other n*ggas but they not me
    They see with two eyes, you know I got three

    (T3)

    You can't play me, no, not '3
    Uh-uh, I'm not the one, that's why I got free
    You can't save the unsaveable, Miss unsatiable
    You coming at me like a flavor rose
    You wanna chug one on the highway, you raise your voice, but settled down is where I stay
    You never cease to surprise me
    so I, had to go like a worker on a Friday
    You know what you did, don't try to look me sideways
    A little thing called trust
    Blowin' my phone up, all in my comp, texts, calling peeps up
    So time's up, I done been through enough
    The road's too wild for me to roll so I bust up, bust up, bust up, bust up....
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