Roc Marciano Reloaded Quotable Thread

[oO J Smooth Oo]

I dont get it... went over my head

You being sarcastic? If not, it just flows when he pronounces idiots

 

[Juneya]

You being sarcastic? If not, it just flows when he pronounces idiots

lol naw I was really trying to see... I downloaded the tap from Killa profile tho. Imma check him out

 

[mbewane]

we ill we ill we ill

 

[Mr. Negative]

"used to have to pitch, now I print cash with the Bic"

i catch myself saying the hook on Flash Gordon alot.....

"I sleep with heat under the pillow, the cash is where I left it...it's nuthin, I watch the city while I'm fukkin, I'm such a glutton"

love that joint.

it taste like porridge (whooo)

I know, right. prolly my 1st or 2nd favorite hook of the year....

We still getting it
Piping dimes on the terrace
I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin
I sleep with heat under the pillow
The cash is where I left it, it’s nothing
I watch the city while I’m fukking
I’m such a glutton
Gucci buckets with the Chukkas
Motherfukkers

Death Parade....

I stay close to the Baretta
Folks that wave toast, know better
Gross cheddar, cut it up
Throw it in the shredder
Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented
You hope to try to dip it like Emmitt
Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon
Gun wielding, I’m on the low, I feel shielded
But that’s a false sense of fulfillment
Debts are paid in the death parade
Shots are exchanged from the Escalade
My late father’s name in the chest, engraved
A pound and three grams is what the necklace weighed

 

[street heat]

"ciroc..... 5 drops of olive oil in the wok "

"i got wind of betrayal.... i grabbed a big piece a shrimp by the tail "

"im from a better cut of cashmere..... a plethora, the vest shed cat hair"

"homo swag, i wouldnt put it passed you "

im on the low i feel shielded.... but thats a false sense of fulfillment

 

[Vagina Thief]

the entire album is quotable.


*gunshots* *woman screams "shut up bytch he goin live" ​

 

[Dead End]

"Back for the crown baby
AV that’s brown like gravy
Style is wavy
Lazy eye Tracy McGrady
Deliver like an 80 pound baby"



"Well bytch that’s what is though
Pitch em an O Lou Ferrigno, indo
Flowed out the benz
Tinted windows
Pimp bones
Exotic skin tones
Ear lobes flooded with gem stones
Money put in a hoes flip ten folds
Gotta stack it
Ya squad is at the bottom of the bracket
That’s why I keep the llama in the bomber
jacket
That’ll push yo whole yarmulke backwards"

 

[JulesWinfield]

Twister nino, my bytch like Ginger in Casino
Pink tuxedo, show machismo
Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok
Peacock move like a robot, stove top
Stan Smith her, ride laver
Cock the hammer, sixteen in the clip one in the chamber
Show up footed, the Porsche dashboard's wooden
Motherfukkers bite the bullet
The six forty seats is like puddin'
It's the position I was put in
My bytch arch her back, I slid the wood in
Can I kill it, funkadelic George Clinton
Keep it pimpin' more convincin', without the tension
Many mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson
Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to mention
Expenses to prints is pretentious, no pretend shyt
Tennis kicks, tinted lenses
My thirst for the chips is tremendous
It's never endin', it's a win-win

 

[Danie84]

Polo'd down like Tyson Beckford

And, the one about piping a broad down on the terrace while watching the city

At first listen, you think Roc is spitting monotone gibberish, but he's like a street pimp Spoken Words artist.

And the exquisite Columbo/Mafioso production to accompanied him.

 

[IronFist]

Squeeze glocks for stocks, three quarter fox
Thick big pitbull jawlock, I’m the warlock
My lines go for ten a pop like orange tops
fukk you nikkas with a horse’s cock
I’m taking mines off the top
Whores watch as we board the yacht
Like George C. Scott, Ciroc
Five drops of olive oil in the wok
Presidential watch, call it Barack
Black face shyt, with the invisible locks
To get you shot just like the Hitchcock plot
We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill

 

[tirademode]

Roc Marci is an artist . His words really paint a picture .

 

[Cortez1]

I'm not a fan of every beat on this record, but holy crap did Marce ever bring it lyrically, easily the most lyrical LP of the year.

 

[JakeKnew]

Big dinnas..dilemmas
I ride in a Plymouth listenin' to the spinnas
I luh the art but it's a business, D's tryna pin us
Cause what I do with the pen is..stupendous

 

[Theabbot]

This album is so fukking ill. Thanks to my Coli brethren for putting me on to this shyt.

 

[Ned]

Face your fears, your prayers fell on deaf ears
I parked the yacht by the pier and shot the deer

whole song is ill