In the beginning.........
Early rhymes and visions of the Intra-Continental Posse...
A New Star In Bethlehem written by B-Rock
From Genesis to Revelations
From Lebanon to all you hip-hop nations
Realize this is the beginning of the end
Randy Raheem grabbed the mike with his friend Tres Bien
And the whole world started screaming again,
"These damn white kids all think they're Eminem!"
I'm the one who brought you that ridiculous flow Last week,
6 people showed up at my show
But just so that everyone's in the know
I'm the same ol' B-Rock I just live on a new block
I had to get away from the game but no worries,
I still cliam that I'm lame.
Peace, Love, & Soul, B-Rock, aka Aga Khan, aka The Prince of Persia
Excuse Me? written by White Brian
Excuse me?
Obreazy the Sleazy written by Obreazy the Sleazy
I'm obreazy the sleazy
I quit smoking so I lost the weazy
For sheezy
Your choked up rhyme style makes me queasy
See for me the shit comes easy
Better Believe Me
My flow is tight and yours is cheesy
I'm climbin back to the top cause I'm off the heezy
My neezy
I'm back in the game
Been out so long, I lost my fame
It's a shame
People have forgot my name
Being back on the top is where I aim
Who's to blame
That is a guessing game
But all you bitches will be treated the same
Your ass I'll mame
Conflicts written by Obreazy the Sleazy
The IP's seem to have an internal conflict
My man Agha Kahn feels he got dicked
But O'Breazy the Sleazy is here to say
Its time to make amends on this day
This shit have gone on to long
For a group of niggas that used to be strong
I know my rhymes were offensive to your lova
But realize that's what sells the records, brotha
I have learned my rhymes should never be at each other.
I need to save'em up and bust them on another mc's mother.
With that said its time to get down to biznass
First let me pull my dick outcha mistrass
IP's are back with the fat beats and rhymes
We pushing ounces to all your dimes
That's right we're on top and you's da bitch
We're walkin tall while you got that retard twitch
We are the ones with that WWZ style
White Wild And Ziech Heil
Freestyle written by Randi Raheem and Tres Bien
t:=tres bien a.k.a jdizzy
r:=randi raheem
T: salt n pepa was nuttin but JJ Fad, Peter
R: naw them bitches was old school rhymin kida cleva
T: especially in the low jack tinted out jetta
R: you bust on my lyrics? aww man whateva!
T: usually prefer sourdough, now bring me some bruschetta
T: tip tap dancin on the dance floor, no one looks fresha
R: keep up with that sourdough, homie you'll be a heffa
T: way back in high school my girl wore a letta
R: till I took that bitch out with my chrome beretta
T: packet, jacket pass me that mustard you stingy hotdog venda
R: i am laughing so hard but no need for my clients to fret uh
T: you know what, forget the future just make a smoothie in the blenda
R: wrote a letter to my teacher, got it back, return to senda
T: your clients, our clients simply need to rememba
T: the only answer to our crew is turnin sugar into splenda
R: yeah yeah
T: AAAAAAWWWWW SHIT!
R: can i cut and paste the whole thing?
T: how'd you know i was gonna rhyme with -ing?
T: good beginning, ending, my mind is upending
Country Club written by Slim 2 Phat
Slow your row, home-slice. I was just cooking up some real
> lip-smackin' lyrics the other night while writing this paper (about
> 40s and blunts of course) the other night. check it yo:
>
> hey diddle diddle, functionalism's in the middle
> we've particularism to the left
> and and structuralism to the right
> with the way this crap is going, i'll be at it all night
> worry not then, my dear, if bleary-eyed i am in the morn
> or my face contorted like a child of the corn
> for i'm learning you see
> and between you and me
> i wanna be cool
> and rebel against school
> but, er, um...
> this isn't so bad
Stumblin' Steve written by Stumblin' Steve
I musta been put on this list by mistake
cause once i enter your rap game the earth is gonna shake
people up and down the coast have heard about my flows
but for those of you who don't know, here this shit goes
my name is stumblin steve and its true that im a minor
but when im on the microphone you will hear of no one finer
i rap about hate and i rap about love
but my raps be the best when push comes to shove
im not from the ghetto and i drive a pontiac
but when im bustin rhymes its like a shark attack
you best get out da way when you see me rollin through
cause if you don't step off then ill demolish your whole crew.
thats all i got its time to go to class
dem skilz is raw. With time and practice (and a better name) I'm sure
I can become a dope rapper. But for now I gotta go compose in
spanish.
keep it real
The Bitch Splitter written by Diggidy Blunder
CENSORED........ 02/18/05
geneva, switzerland. 20 Feb. 2005.
reacting to the censoring of their idol and off-again, on-again
leader/messianic figurehead on the "intercontinental posse" website,
fans of "bitch splitter," better known as one donald grathwohl of
athens, georgia, stormed the united nations building demanding that
"da splitter" be given his fundamental human right to rap about
necrophilia. secretary general kofi annan had this to say, "bitch
splitter is for the children...." mr. grathwohl could not be reached
for comment as of press time.
the people have spoken.....
Why you gotta be all up in my face?
I'm gonna douche your head with some muthafuckin' mace.
I go 'round town, killing and robbin'.
When I come back home, your head'll be bobbin'.
You know, when I rap it ain't no jive.
I'm gonna fuck you bitch till you're no longer alive.
All the bitches want to fuck me.
They think I'm a hottie.
But all I want to do is fuck your dead body
Flounder Head by Diggity Blunder
Step on the gas, it's time to get with it.
Didn't think I'd last, but now I'm gonna bitch split.
Kickin' off the rhymes, feelin' all the flow now.
Seein' better times, cause now I got the know-how.
Sit back, relax, I'll break it down hard.
Listen real close and you just might go far.
Diggity's in the house, and he's gonna steal your car.
Blow the shit up so he can light his cigar.
Feel my teeth swell and notice how they bite you.
What's that awful smell? Check your ass for a big poo.
Ridin' kinda close, You best back it up sucka.
Now I got a hose, and I'm fixin' to fuck ya.
Slip down easy now and a eat a quarter-pounder.
Check out Matt Damon in that good movie "Rounders"
Use good diction and your argument's much sounder.
But I'm gonna flip as though possessed by a flounder.
Untitled written by Kevin Boombayeigh
Step it up this year hey yo the time is right
select the right weapon home plate is your life
the mike is my sword gleaming, reflecting the light
thunder bolts explode in your mind when I write
cause I expose the lies at their roots
i live the Samurai code and I seek and speak Truth
this world's a hard place Life requires Death
and we grow closer to both with every single breath
its the Yin and the Yang, one exists inside the other
together we're strong, we exist inside our brothers
yet we constanly fight, argue, disagree
so I'm sent to unit through this role of MC
It's a ceremony to open up set you free
bring balance to your life, a sense of harmony
apply it to yourself then look up and you will see
we stand together as one community
Excuse me? Part 2: written by White Brian
Finally got the time to find
the inspiration for creation.
A mock challenge from Slim
is elevating the temptation.
From money-makin' haters, to traitors, to academic debaters,
even gay Spanish Muslims don't need to bring their translators.
Forget all those suckas needing coverage for protection,
I'm delivering you a lyrical policy for perfection.
From Buckhead kids, taking all the new bids,
or out in the burbs, at home smoking herbs,
I drop into Outlook, don't pretend you're not scared,
my emails are biting, leave you mentally impaired.
So before you click reply, consider the repercussion,
my words will bastardize you like a Mullins' group discussion.
And if you take it personal, well best of luck in life,
Don't even show to battle, just go home to your wife.
I ain't trying to be flippant, just trying keeping it light,
just trying to make a living as an insurance guy who's white.