The whole song "triumph" by wu tang clan. Pure fire.

Get me Bodied, the whole song.

LOL, funny that the first thing that also popped into my head was also a Drake lyric...

"The Game needs Change and I'm the Muthafuckin' Cashier" from Successful

He's no Biggie but that is pretty damn sweet.

cage. agent orange.

"If you go platin, it's got nothing to do with luck, it just means that a million people are stupid as f..." Immortal Technique's Industrial Revolution

A couple of my favorite verses of all time...

It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit
I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low, conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks and C4
-Inspectah Deck on Its Yourz



Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch--that being heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why?--Cause in a sense
See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
they want to sing--keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial
-Andre 3000 on Extraterrestrial

"Out of your back door in to another, your boyfriend doesn't now about me and your mother"

yall n!66@z is faker than yellow no. 5 --mos def

...but that get me bodied was a close second

"To me, robbin comes naturally...in and out like fuckin rapidly" - B.I.G

All I gotta say is KOOL G RAP. His verse on the Symphony is Hot Fiyah.

Bitch tried to pill that preagnant sh*t...
So like a Mack, I surprised her...
Dropped her ass off at kaiser.

Too short...

I can't find one that I can post the whole verse to. It's explicit and this is work..... but I've always liked this line - "Waxing that ass like Rain Dance"

Big Pun

"Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily'

Eminem

Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to, mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gon' probably fall
either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And every-thing's spinnin, you're beginnin to think women
are swimmin in pink linen again in the sink


And since everyone was mentioning Drake... heres my fav drake line

I remember Amy, she used to AIM me
She stayed up late, and used to blame me
She say I’m too wild, she wanna tame me
I told her ‘Even Photoshop couldn’t change me’

And that no strings attached your love is so Wifi...


that Digital Girl verse from Drake is just a clever ass verse.

"I’m in yo
neighborhood area
CD thing tapedeck iPod
your girlfriend and she say I got great sex
safe sex is great sex
better wear a latex
cuz you don’t want that late text
that “I think I’m late” text hehe
so wrap it up
but he so sweet she wanna lick the "w"Rapper"

-lil wayne lollipop remix.


Also, then entire Big Brother- Kanye... It is all about Jay-z. great.

Im sorry but Drake is garbage, i wont be surprised if lil wayne writes his shits cause style and rhymes are pretty much identical. Plus to me he comes off as an actor.

"I wake you up and as i stare in your face you seem stun, remember me the one you got your idea from" -Rakim

"Cool, cause i don't get upset, i kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then i jet" -Rakim

Rakim is probably one of the most quoted emcees there ever was, everyone has taken a piece of his raps and put in their own.

Speaking of Rakim...
"Take seven MCs and put 'em in a line
and add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
well it'll take seven more before I go for mine
now that 21 MCs ate up at the same time"

Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike
Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like
Like to eat it, like to suck it
Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!!


that pooping in a bucket line just always stuck with me for some reason..

"birthdays were the worst days... now we sip champagne when we're thirstay"

I like that one that mentions all the money, the hot bitches, the sexual prowess, and the big dick.

(I'm sure that helps narrow it down to merely 85% of all hip-hop)

"Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily"

Big Pun - "twins"

Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?.....

now i push miracle whips

gusto like a mofo.
gets my vote.

DincO D froom LONS, his verse in scenario is one of my faves of all time.

True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore
Ship-shape crushed Grapes Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes baked for the wakes
of an L-ah, An E-ah, simply just a leader
bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later? (LATER!) Later alligator
Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

and of course Chip-Fu'
Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son
I don't think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba schnicker bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my witness
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don't stop drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion

and all MC's jaws drops down
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin
Rippin MC's to smithereens to their
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!

"Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out"

And the entirety of "Gimme the loot."

Perfect

I'm not Superman
because anybody can
or should be able
to rock a turntable
Grab the mic
plug it in
and begin
But that's where the problem starts
no heart
Because of that
alot of groups fell apart - KRS One



Who dropped the bomb on Hip Hop
Who got Biggie, and who shot Tupac
What's forgot
ain't no Easy
no Scott LaRock
Now what's rap got to do with what you got
For whom the bell tolls
Is that the way the story goes
85 percent believing all the videos
God knows
Who controls the radios
Some people chose the road to be hoes
And so I rose
In the middle of all the woes
And the DefJam negroes
turnin up their nose
There's one way in and now way out
No doubt the body count
Gettin heads checkin out - Public Enemy



Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can't replace me,
ice me or
ace me,
bass me,
face me,
slice me or
race me,
bite me or
taste me --
I'll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks,
he's rated X,
to mean the boy is sex.
Next...
the amp-lifier gets used and abused.
Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness,
ready to hang 'er.
Rapper or singer:
I'm puttin' up my middle finger - Kool G Rap

You kick like me, no exaggeration necessary
Livin' revolutionary, nothin' less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

T.I.

How the hell could you put that weak ass Drake lyric in there?...but anyway...my pick would be the first verse off Binary Star's track ...check this out.....


This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent

It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant

Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence

Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent

We don't get down like them clowns and the kids

I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?

I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

Fortunately my music is never watery

That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy

It aint all about economy

so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

never sell my soul is my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy

I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me

I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise

Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this

See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk

While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics

Whoever's on the microphone let it be known

You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler

You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this

And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this

I'm the baddest, takin' out all rookies
So forget Oreo's eat Cool J cookies

somebody posted a then-and-now pic of Ice Cube... brought back a memory.

I'm a have ta wreck a ho'shea
I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
(so what) so I had to slap her, ugn
And violate you, a muslim drinking brew
Your ni**a ain't no mack 10, he's a 22.

Common - The bi**h in Yoo

which remind me... i got some action cos of these...

If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all
Let's stick to understandin and we won't fall
For better or worse times, I hope to me you call
So I pray everyday more than anything
friends will stay as we begin to lay
this foundation for a family - love ain't simple
Why can't it be anything worth having you work at annually

Granted we known each other for some time
It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine

The Light...

"To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes"

That is the best line, ever! The reset of the verse is dope, too.

"Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree"

Notorious B.I.G. "Big Poppa"

Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died

Tupac - All Eyez On Me

Dope! ... Wu-Tang Forever album = Classic!

I came in the door, i said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line,
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

I ain't a killa but don't try to push me!!!

+1

"I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin', king of my jungle...just a gangster stalkin' "

Ice-T "Colors"

Every time I hear Meth's rhyme on Shame on a Nigga i just have to rewind and listen again:

"Yo rza, yo razor!
Hit me with the major
The damage. my clan, understand, it be flavor
Gunnin! hummin comin atcha
First Im gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gatcha!
You could never capture the method mans stature
For rhyme & for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
My style?
Never! I put the ... buck in the wild kid, Im terror
Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders,
Im better than my compeda!
You mean competitor, whadeva! lets get together"

In my historical oracle
I blast metaphorical
editorials educating
in my territorial get torn
heavily armed with seventy bombs
that'll blast devine like the heavenly song
Your men'll be gone
if they explore my deepest thoughts
i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk
I'm dreaming a stalk
MCees in the dark I walk
Blindfolded the mines golded
Watch how you talk
My styles is an art
Recognize lycially purity
All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security
The dopest vocalist
with my third eye, I focus with
I proceed, flow with the speed of an INDY motorist
There's more of this than wasted
Shiny chains and braclets
I hit tracks my toungue weigh
for the brains to blaze in
Amazin angelic, tell it to your people

Jedi Mind Tricks - I against

Cappadonna - WInter Warz

I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard

Hova - Venus vs Mars

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
left me for the Heat,
we were winning back to back,
said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
we used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.

I forgot about this one....Masta Killa's verse from Da Mystery Of Chessboxin:

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER

FIRE!!!!

this thread's gonna have me listenin to old Wu-Tang shit all day now :)

The second week we were dry humping. It’s gotta count for something.
Listen, girly. Surely you don’t want me to talk about how I nutted early cos I ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly, and you almost started hurling and said I was gross, go get a towel you’re stomachs curling?
Or maybe you do.
But if I’m embarrassing me, I’m embarrassing you and don’t you dare say it isn’t true.
As long as the song’s getting airplay I’m dissing you.
I’m a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued.
I was gonna stop at 16
That was 32
This is 34 bars. We ain’t even a third of the way through.
Damn, Slim. Mariah played you. Mariah who?
Oh did I say ”whore”, Nick? I meant a liar too.
Like I’ve been goin off on you all this time for no reason.
Girl you out ya alcholic mind. Check ya wine cellar. Look at the amounts of all the wine.
Like I fuckin sit around and think about you all the time.
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme.
But fuck it now I’m bout to draw the line.
And for you to cross it that’s a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb.

2nd verse from "That's When Ya Lost" by Souls of Mischief:

I, proliferate and quickly fade to niggas vigorous
Figure I kick stunts,punch twice that nigga that's dissin'
Attach'em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclysm
I give'em a (skism),
I (stroke to croak her, I broke her)
Chokin' up on my syntax, as I bend backs by impact
Heads, dead with my lead graff
I clothe thee, I (swing) off-beat, off the cerebellum, swellin' nimrods
Ten brains couldn't parallel this,
I'm caraouselling kids
While they wallow and swallow hollow tips (yep)
You follow and slippin'
I'm rippin' mics nice twice like (dicin' kids in fractions)

And anything by Rakim...probably my favorite lyricist ever....

Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me Rakim

This is tough.

A-Plus' verse on "Live and Let Live" is one of the best pro-violence statements ever
El-P's response to Sole in "Linda Tripp" still burns after all this time
Hood's verse on the What's the Scenario Remix is still top 10 status (that's verse 1 for all you newjacks)

and you can add OC's entire "Time's Up" to that list.

Wu tang is the reason I stopped listening to hip hop.... Everything after them just came off lame as fuck....wu set the bar real high and no one can top them. They were so original with the whole Kung foo style... Everyone now seems like a weak ass carbon copy of each other!!! 95% hot trash!

Any verse in Jeru Tha Damaja - How ill (Every verse is quality!!!)

With lines like.....

"I'm so ill they model computer chips after my brain,
when the country's in drought they call the kid for rain,
bring peace to the gaza strip cos i got so much clout,
mario owes me dough for knocking donkey kong out"

lol

for now... beastie boys root down...

"I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim
I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him
There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound
The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down
Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick
And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit"

and

"Well You Say I'm Twenty Something And Should
Be Slacking
But I'm Working Harder Than Ever And You Could
Call It Macking
So I'm Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My
T.V.
I'm Still Listening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD"

from the Sure Shot

"Fuckin punk, you aint a leader what? nobody follow-ed you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you"

"Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up"

Big L

"There's gonna be a lotta slow singing, flower bringing, if my burglar alarm starts ringing"

BIG

and honourable mention:

"like Burger King, have it your way!"

I throw your gang sign up and then I'll spit on my hand
Give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain
That's your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain
I'll bust off on her face, and right after the segment
She'll probably rub it in her pussy, trying to get herself pregnant
"obnoxious" Immortal Technique

"you that cat in the club to hit wit a bottle,
fuckin with me you better tryin to hit lotto,
and don't answer back cuz this hard shit to follow,
and you can't spit nigga so you obviously must swallow"
masta ace
Watchwww.youtube.com

"I bought cages tape, opened it, then dubbed over it"

eminem - role model

*sickest

This one gets my vote of best of all time period.

youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

ftw.

just kiddning :D

[/thread over]

with a close second of...

So don't never ever,
In any kind of weather,
Try to mess with the tall, young legend in leather
LL Servin' 'em well, The beat elevates and the scratch excels...

ROCK THE BELLS !!! Huhhh!!!

(Original Version) LL Cool J (Pre-Sell Out)

I like a long haired thick red bone
Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy
I'm a get in and on that pussy
If she let me in I'm a own that pussy

Lil Wayne - Every Girl

really?

Wack, Wack, Wack....not cause its Lil Wayne...cause its wack.

If you use the same word to rhyme at the end of three consecutive bars you are automatically disqualified from having the sickest verse in a rap song.

Way to many dope verses but the Rakim verses on "My Melody" is pure raw uncut


Cappadonna's verse on "Winter Warz" never ceases to amaze me

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

I start to think
And then I sink
Into the paper... Like I was ink
When I'm writin' I'm trapped in between the line
I escape... when finish the rhyme
I got soul

Rakim

Radiant energy
That'll be the penalty
Touch the third rail, I'm the pain and remedy
The perscriptions one every hour... now it's a habit
You need another hit from the freestyle fanatic
ATENTION FOLLOW DIRECTS REAL CLOSE:
KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN
BEWARE OF OVERDOSE
Too many miligrams
No one made a iller jam
My rhymes is the rhythm
My thoughts a kill a man

"Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em"

Rakim

Also... all of "Untouchable", "No Omega" by Rakim.

I don't know why exactly, but I've always had a strong bond with Psyko Funk by Boo Yaa Tribe. Something to do with not being Black and totally into hip hop at the time. I also went by DJ Psycho back then.

"Well, I remember in September you was walkin around the club
Cause the music that deejay played had you standin lookin dumb
I was worried, had to hurry, cause the crowd might go home
So I asked the deejay from the club, "Hm-m, can I gets the microphone?"
He looked up at me all surprised, said, "You ain't even black"
So I palmed his face like a basketball and I threw his ass back
I said I'm not a Doobie Brother, but we do be hip
And there's one thing I dislike when people at a party sit
Now I didn't come here to be judged by the color of my skin
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. just went Psyko cause they wouldn't let us in
So we bailed on stage and OMB had turned that bass up loud
But before the one-time could pick us up we had already moved the crowd
With psyko funk"

"She knows the DJ, he's on Serato...."

Outta Control - Baby Bash ft. Pitbull

Just because.....

+1 on Twinz Deep Cover

All of Tha Shiznit - Snoop

Dead Homiez
And It's gettin to my temple
Why is that the only black folks get to ride in a limo

All of Hit em Up - But esp
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you're fuckin with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha

Hail Mary
I ain't a killa but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin Pussy

You Gots to Chill
2nd Verse
To the average mc I�m known as the terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ�, when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your girl (why p? ) cause she�s a skeezoid
When I�m on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain mc�s while the double e macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill..

4th Verse
I�m the p, double-e, m-d-e-e
And one thing I hate, is a bitin mc
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker mc gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all r.i.p
For all those unaware it means rest in peace
Cause m.d. -- stands for microphone doctor
And the capital p (capital p) capital m (capital m)
Capital d-e-e�s no doubt the chief rocker
Don�t like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill..

Murder Was the Case
No more indo,gin and guice
I'm on my way to Chino,rollin on the grey goose
shackled from head to toe
25 with an izL with nowhere to gizo
I know them niggas from the other side recognize my face 'cause it's O.G.D.O.G.G-L.B.C.
mad doggin' niggas 'cause I don't care
red jumpsuit with two brades in my hair
niggas stare as I enter the center
they send me to a level 3 yard thats where I stay late
nite I hear toothbrushes scrapin' on the floor
niggas gettin' they shanks just incase the war
pops off,'cause you can't tell what's next
my little homey Babyboo took a pencil in his neck
and he probably wont make it to see 22
I put that on my momma I'm a ride for you Babyboo

Can I Get A...
Can I hit in the MORNINGwithout givin you half of my doughAnd even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?If I couldn't get you finer thingslike all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FORwould you STILL ROLL?If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailandwould you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN?If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jiggawould you come around me, or would you clown me?If I couldn't flow futuristic would yaput your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could yasee yourself with a nigga workin hard at a 9 to 5and then ten to six, two jobs to survive, ordo you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YAIf you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is lowBaby girl, if this is so, yo.

Not exactly the greatest thing but everytime I hear this song it feels like the first time hearing it.

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Prodigy off of Mobb Deep's Shook Ones Part 2

^^^ classic... I grew up just down the street from those guys.

" I got more flava than a 7-Eleven slurpee, If Magic can admit he got AIDS, F*ck it, I got herpes!"

"Soul Flower (Remix)" The Pharcyde

That foo dont like pussy. He kisses Byrdman in the mouth all the time. HAHAHA!

Not that I do it, but Byrdman is Lil' Wayne's dad...

heh heh heh...he must have been around 13 when Lil Wayne was born then...if so, he would have been young enough to sell him for a betamax player, maybe if he did that we wouldnt have to suffer the trash Lil Wayne subjets us to these days haha

"Hello Mutha_ucka, Hey Hi, Hi Yur Doin.. Its Weezy F Baby bout to take a shit an urine on the toilet bowl bitches.."

"I got 10 Restrooms i could shit all day"

Weezy "Needs to Poop" Baby..

uhhh... Byrdman IS NOT Lil waynes father....

answers.yahoo.com

come on ya'll..... if your a fan of lil wayne, you should've known this by now LOL

maybe lil wayne likes "daddies" in a sexual way? HAHAHAHA

Canibus's Verse on Lost Boys'Beast from the east

Canibus is sick!

My favourite verse of the moment is:

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bust route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends

From Jay-Z's Empire State Of Mind. Just check out the way Jay flows on it, he kills it!

he's ill on the freestyle tip also. can anyone remember the freestyle he did a while back on hot97 (i think), where he went off about being 'twice the speed of 4 pentium chips' (again, can't remember)... it was released on a cd if i'm not mistaken.

but anyways, here's Canibus

If I had half as many bars in gold
as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Sucka wanna know is Canibus gold?
That's a stupid-ass question punk, is Canada cold?

Just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise
The rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forest
But lost cuz the Tortoise had endurance
I always stay focused the longest
I promise I could battle any artist until they just get exhausted and forfeit

ok, i found it. it's from Sway and Tech's Wake Up show... this was the sickest freestyle i heard ever.

Yo, I'm a nuclear warhead
Right now you're provokin my detonation
Never test me without proper authorization
My lack of patience has cause me to get mad
And explode right in front of your face like a airbag
Your rhyme is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate
I create lyrics too intricate to imitate
Movin at a velocity
That'll break your stop-watch if you're clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
But iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight nigga wit more horsepower than twelve cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
That's double the clock speeds of a 5-86
And nuttin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
One of a kind, I got divine chromosomes in me
My sperm'll scramble the eggs in a women's ovaries
Cuz I'm as original as it gets
And I can't respect, niggas that copy like double-decks
I get vexed, when crab punks bite my style
Cuz I'm sellin a thousand records per day, per square mile
Breakin the laws of phsyics, wit metaphors and lyrics
Speakin to dead poets by conjuring up they spirits
From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen
Yo, the whole Dead Poets Society couldn't mess around wit the talent
Much less understand it
I make type-rope walkers in the circus
lose they balance when I kick the planet

Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

Can-I-Bus-a-bus! Very dope.

Yeah.. I got that CD.... My sperm will scramble the eggs in a womans ovaries.... LOL

Cormega Free on Flex Mixtape Vol. 2

A-yo Mega Montana drama is my code of honor
Fuck a vest I wear my coat of armor
I'm a ghetto soldier throwin' hollows
In God we trust through the knowledge as follows
My Firm multiple dollars I know you wish
I was still in prison feeling sorrow
Plans for tomorrow expand convict in a condo
Ninja black Lexus yo check this I'm from the Bridge son I rep it
And shine like my gold necklace in a reflection of a sinner perfected
And manifested in the essence
Who ever test this either hard to kill or live a death wish
I bless this shit nigga you hand to hand I'm plannin' my next flick
Of Firm volume number on Flex shit
Yeah nigga be runnin' up the spot with mad shit get knocked
Go to court for razorblade in they asses son
I live the life of trifeness
Ghetto nights and razorblades slicing the wife's shit
Metal type hood fellow for life takin' mines like Tyson
My work fare with death and indictment old timers are lightin'
I started writtin' and become the trifest
Nigga in Queensbridge ended up on Rikers
Seems shit was real as steel guage
My enemies think individuals a cat witht an ill fate
Yeah son you know how we do.
My man Funkmaster Flex yo volume 2.
It's real like that y'all.

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

Nas "Live at the Barbeque" (Main Source / Breakin' Atoms)

The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher
the human asthma breath taker
body dump waster
the glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper,
the shot popper, the jock cock glocker
The face splitter, human disgrace getter
the lady shitter, phone joneser
sneak over fuck your babysitter
The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator
the crack supplier, the human drug generator
The honey gamer, the chicken tricker
the slick the long dick pussy sticker
the ready to bust that ass kicker
The track manoeuvre, the box barrier
the off of the dome rapper
the c-74 ox carrier....

Favourite part of the song. The whole tune is sick though.

Smoothe The Hustler ft Trigga Tha Gambler
Broken Language

Just last night when Kane was gettin' ready
I slipped a little green one inside his spaghetti

^ Dopeness. Nas's verse on Verbal Intercourse was hella dope as well.

Pharoahe Monch

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:

^^ Sick rap... I love that track... Tuh duhn duhn.. LOL

woops wrong track.. but its the same album.... i was thinking get the fuck up lol

That was Mos Def, Pharoahe, and Nate Dogg - Oh No.

Oh yeah... geez.. its been a while since i've hear pharoahe lol.... what the hell is up with him nowadays?

J-5 - A Day at the races;

Percy P:

"Bear witness
To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures
When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches
Splatter your brains
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That'll explain how you was battled and slain
I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
Like Osama, OR DAHMER, I'ma cause trauma
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze"

pure dope

Watchwww.youtube.com

Best freestyle ever!

LOL!

haha... and this is where the phrase 'spittin writtens' comes from.

drake takes the cake at being a fake snake.... youuuuuuuuuu!!

just kidding....

lol

Watchwww.youtube.com

"Don't put on no more beats"

Lol oh shit that's epmd I can't do that one

My all time fav..Jay-Z - Jigga What

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

and


Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

There are some dope lines in this thread... However, you missed one:

"On nights I perform like Mike
Any-one, Ty-son, Jor-don, Jack-son, Action, pack guns"

This one always stuck with me because BIG made a reference within a reference, connecting "Action" with "Jackson", then "Action Jackson" with "pack guns" like the character in the movie. Simple but genius.



On Drake... I really wonder if people would hate on the guy if he looked like, say, KRS or Immortal Technique. It's like dudes discredit him off top because of his appeal to the ladies, or whatever (n/h on that entire statement). Or, because he can rap and sing. Or because he's a former actor? So what?

I've been listening to hip hop since 1986... So I've heard them all for the most part. What are you all judging "good/ bad" on? I look at lyrical ability, cleverness, originality, content and emotion to name a few. You?

Dude is very clever and genuine (when he wants to be). I will say that I'm not a fan of his Wayne-styled stuff or Gucci Mane collabs, but I blame that on bad management (who I met in NY, dude was a total and complete asshole). Even still, I don't see how you can listen to "So Far Gone" and say the dude is garbage. If so, the above paragraphs.

*see the above paragraphs

The one that comes to my head immediatley (because I listened to it recently)

Insanity can it be vanity where's the humanity
and havin a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee
straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets
and a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it

cut your fuckin head off and ask where your headn off to
get it headn off to
medic this headaches aweful this anesthetics pathetic
so is this diabetic waffle and this prosthetic arm keeps crushin my hard taco


I went nuts the 1st time I heard that

He can't hang with flex and to me he comes of really fake like hes trying to hard. I havent heard anything from him besides whats on the radio. We already have a lil wayne, he brings nothing that hasnt been done or being done. But thats just my opinion.

Sickest cat in the hat rhymes ever


I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a '64 Impala

shrinkity shrink
tryin to make me think
go to my sink
and vomet
clean it up w/comet
earth is my plawnnet

traffic traffic
searching for my chapstick
theres a ford maverick

My name is B-rad.
Not Robbie van Winkle
I like my lattes non-fat
and don't fo-get the sprinkle

B-Rad, Malibu's Most wanted. LOL

About the drake thing. If some of you still think that any part of commercial hiphop is "real" you're all mislead. Lil Wayne, Drake, Kanye, All of them have rhymes that have been written for them, All of them had beats that have been produced for them.

I can't say any names, cause I could get people in trouble, but I have friends that have sold beats for #1 selling hip hop albums to people who took 100% credit, for nothing, they just had money and the conects to get it to the big guys. Same shit happens with the rhymes.

Just listen to it, enjoy it, don't enjoy it...watever. If drake wrote it or not, it's still hot.

Another Classic...

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

Right Said Fred....btw, I'm pretty sure he didn't write his rhymes either LOL

one fish
two fish
red fish
blue fish

Nas - intro to "Live at the Barbeque" (already mentioned)
Biggie - "soon as he buy that that wine, I just creep up from behind..." Big Poppa lyrics
Rakim stuff (already mentioned)
Jay-Z - "Venus vs. Mars" verse (already mentioned)
Big L stuff - too many to quote

"Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack" - Grindin' - The Clipse

"Straight outta Compton crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
You too boy if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton" - Straight outta Compton - Ice Cube

"...Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel..." - All that I Have is You - Ghostface

I always paid more attention to the production over lyrics but I'll try and think of more stuff that caught my attention.

I’m so fucking dumb I wear diamonds on my thumbs
it’s a diamond on my dick, so that’s a diamond on her tongue
I can’t feel you baby, ’cause I’m romantically numb
emotionally drained, I came here just so I could cum

just came across another one of my faves

ill puke eat it and freak you
battle im too weeded to speak too
the only key that i see to defeat you would be for me to remove 2 adidas and beat you and force feed you with both and on each feet is a cleat shoe
ill lift you off your feat so fast with a round house youll think i pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
bitch i aint no fuckin G im a cannibal i aint tryna shoot you im tryna chop you into pieces and eat you
wrap you in rope and plastic stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
coke and acid black magic cloaks and daggers fuck the planet til it spins on a broken axis
im so bannanas im showin up to your open casket to fill it fill of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while i just sit back and hope it catches blow you to fragments laugh and smoke the ashes

eminem

This aint Detroit Red you wont X me out Malcolm
My exodus will never be from a violent outcome
I turn exorcist on niggas with extra clips
Exit on my ethics is no longer present
X-rays show I was this close to heaven
So for future reference I stay this close to a weapon

Obie Trice - Cry Now

Ghostface - Mighty Healthy & The Champ, Drake - Digital Girl, TI - No More Talk & Be Easy, Big L - Casualties of a dice game,

Soul Caliber FTW!


Eminem is/was/will always be on another level completely

I know everyone on this board hates drake and new school rappers but Drake's verse on Digital Girl is phemonal, his word play with the ability to stay on topic is just great... that shit is great.. Kanye verse is boo boo though

I don't hate on Drake as I find some of his lyrics/verses to be clever. His delivery is a little dull but he has some good lyrics no doubt.

Finally a voice of reason. You make a good point, he finds a way not to run out of words for the topic is really dope. I agree with Gaffle, his delivery isn't the best.

Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said freeze! and I got numb
Cant I tell em that I really never had a gun?
But its the wax that the Terminator x spun
Now they got me in a cell cause my records they sell
cause a brother like me said well
Farrakhans a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do
Follow for now, power to the people say,
Make a miracle. d, pump the lyrical
Black is back, all in, were gonna win
Check it out, yeah yall, here we go again

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung

Now your party wasn't jumping and your DJ was weak
Instead of dope beats, he was spinnin them Z's
All the fly girls who came with a beat in mind
They all up against the wall like a welfare line
Do you think for one minute that this is it?
Your party is bogus, Yo it ain't legit
You better put on the hammer, And you will be rewarded
My beat is ever boomin, And you know I get it started
Get it started!

ce ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

big pun- off with his head

"decorate the crib burgundy red"

"Hayatatatacha!

Kick! Punch! It’s all in the mind
If you wanna test me, I’m sure you’ll find
The things I’ll teach ya is sure to beat ya
But nevertheless you’ll get a lesson from teacher

Kick – Punch – Chop - Block
Once more now
Kick – Punch – Chop - Block"

+1 i thought i was the only one who thought drake sucks balls lol when i heard the "last name ever first name greatest" i said wtf, shitty ass line lol but hey this are the same kids that love the "do the jerk ' lol

I ball like playing Rajon Rondo in horse
My condo in NY is like a obstacle course
My hallway is longer than a far throw to Moss
NY what it do I do this rhyme shit for you
Walk around like 'whats the next beat that I'm gonna chew'
So this what I decided to do
Through all the sweats & the kicks
Hit the track & now I run this too
Sometimes I hear myself & I'm like DAMN
'That's what happens when I'm in front of a mic stand
My flow is almost as hard as my right hand
You beating me up is like a muslim saying he 'like ham'
Seeing niggaz come & go overnight fam
One hit careers my career has a lifespan_ Joel Ortiz (spittin' off that Run This Town beat)

I hear ya'll with that Drake, Weezy, T.I., & Jay talk, but to me, hands down, this cat is #1 MC lyrically in the game. Before ya'll mention your Carter albums, Blueprint albums, or even, yes I'm a even go there; YES I will go therrre, even Em, listen to this album The Brick: Bodega Chronicles joint. This muthafcukA is making the greats up there PROUD... But you got me for arguments sake on the album sales tip, but shit, even Vanilla Ice did what; 2mill copies too. Even when Bad Boy records got started & dropped albums from their 1st two artists, Craig Mack was celebrating with a platinum plaque & Biggie gold (at that time, I'm talking what, 1st couple wks./mon. sales)!

Quality not quanity! Hip Hop Hip Hop

+1 to Joel Ortiz bein nasty and not gettin enough love.



The dope gets sold by the bodega
While y'all call it dope, we call it the manteca
We don't look for lotto numbers in the newspaper
We play it right over the counter by the Now & Laters
Sit down on milk crates and play dominoes
¡Capicu! Slam it down, tell 'em adios
Another round of beers before we go upstairs
And watch a fuzzy TV on some of the oldest chairs
Relax, take a bath and get nice and clean
Come out just in time for dinner, you know rice and beans
A little chicken, maybe tostones, it's up to Ma
She might be tired keepin this house all up to par
Sometimes I look out the window and see some nice wheels
I got a thing for rims, they give me slight chills
Round here you get killed over a ice-grill
Guns pop but the O.G.'s carry knives still (word)

Hey! I'm a Craig Mack fan!!

Propz ...

Funny you posted that verse, I rocked for my PR patnas at a past cookout. The whole team went bananas, & I'm moreno & from Boston!!! Go Figure

Joell Ortiz is a problem; my fault A TROUBLEMAKER

GETO Boys.....

Scarface - on Minda of a Luntic

I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I'm high
So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit
Cause here comes a lunatic

or

Bushwick Bill on Gangsta of Love

Ok cathy
That hoe was hot.
The first peace of pussy that I ever got!
She fucked me till I was coming
Put my nuts in her mouth
And started humming
I said shit comense the checking
She started scratching my dill-bag
And said hold up a second.
Turned me over on my back gold.
Opened up my butt cheecks
And started licking out my asshole
That's why I guess that I'm the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
Big-ass titties are the sexy switch
Whatever you get, you deserved it bitch!

Even their love jams were sick....

Check out Action (Scarface) on Quickie....

Shit, tired as..
Need some pussy badder than a motherfucker.
See if this bitch is home.
(Dialing)
(Ringing)
(Girl) - Hello?
(Scarface) - Hello darlin' how you feelin'? It's Sax.
(Girl) - Fine, how are you?
(Scarface) - Ahh, just maxin'
(Girl) - Been thinking of you.
(Scarface) -Yeah? Well let's get together.
(Girl) - Okay.
(Scarface) - Let me take me a shit, and I'ma meet 'cha at 11. Oh yo, bring a friend, I gotta buddy wit me.
(Girl) - Ain't got no friend.
(Scarface) - What?!
(Girl) - Just come and get me.
(Scarface) - I guess you know what's up.
(Girl) - Yeah I know what's up.
(Scarface) - I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck.
(Girl) - Better come get me.
(Scarface) - Yo, don't bullshit me, she thinks I wanna long one, but I just want a Quickie.

Knocked on her window, didn't wanna wake her parents. Came to the door and the bitch was just starin'
(Scarface) - Come on girl. Yo what the fuck is up?
(Girl) - Why you rushing?
(Scarface) - You rollin' with a nigga bitch or what?

Walked out lookin' kinda sexy, jumped in the vehicle, and you know what happened next D. Took her about an hour to get hot, but once I got her started it was hard to make her stop. She started making noises, and then the heavy breathing, I started suckin' the tits, and rubbin' the pussy. Easy Ha ha ha, yeah.

But anyway.

She was more like beggin', and pleadin' for the fuckin', unzipped my trousers, and then started suckin'. Had me sayin' shit, I grabbed her by the sweater, she wanna lick my booty, I guess I better let her. Once I came I didn't want the bitch to kiss me, she thought I wanted a long one but I only wanted a Quickie. Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Word. Yeah.

Drove her back home, she was lookin' kind of frantic. I gave the bitch some dick, I couldn't understand it.

(Scarface) - Ay yo, what's the problem?
(Girl) - I didn't even cum, I shoulda stayed home.
(Scarface) - Yeah, but I'da still got me some. Pull it together, get your shit and go.

She looked me in my eyes, shook her head and said NO. She'd of killed me if I didn't fuck her right, so I got on that ass and fucked the pussy all night. She was cumming hectic two nuts at a time, it really didn't mater, cuz man, this bitch was fine. She was slippin' off the seat so I caught her, The girl had the looks that made me wanna fuck her harder, grabbed me by my head, she was moanin' and prayin', opened up some more, and fucked her in the ass. The bitch was gettin' married, but all that shit was fine, I gave the girl a fuckin' that would last a life time.

Oooooh, when I get home, my girl is gonna get me, it turned into a long one but I only wanted a Quickie.

Lil wayne! But i dont think he writes his own shit...

"hope I dont look weak
cuz when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa
futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one
I'll match your face like lancome
you niggas softer then roseanne's son
you cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue "

papoose's 1st vers on "ridin shotgun" Watchwww.youtube.com

Fresh Prince:

"when a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said your moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air "


:)

i fu&k ur sister, I fuc& ur cat,
I wont fuc& ur moms cause the bi___ is too fat!!!

for some reason CB4 was the first thing to come to mind....

C'mon son...you call that SICK? That's fukkin terrible.

I'm looking at some of the shit....yes I said SHIT that you guys are saying are the sickest rhymes. And I see why hip hop is all fukked up. No worldplay, no metaphors or similies, no complexities what so ever.

RIP hip hop...the inmates are running the asylum.

LOTU - One Day

Check it
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Blackin out on anybody think they fuckin with us
We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords
Straight buyin shit you can't afford (hah) so put it down
and stop touchin it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin it
Watch your head, I'll be bustin it, what's this?
Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin?
Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggaz is trippin
Bustin shots like pimpin (pimpin) hit you in your hip and (hip and)
take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) nigga I ain't bullshittin
You must be lost - thinkin Jersey niggaz is soft
I should whip out on your niggaz - make you take your rings off
Now take your fuckin jeans off, for thinkin that we soft
Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off
Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate
Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you're constipated - what?

Nice & Smooth - Sometimes I Rhyme Slow

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 125 and Saint Nick
Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain
Under my heart three clouds of pain
She got the best of me
What was her destiny?
Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...ter
My mind is in a blur
Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur
Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together
We were inseparable, noone could sever
At least that's what I thought
But later I fought with her substance
And almost ended up in Supreme Court
When I was on the road doing shows getting biz
She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends
And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip
My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip
Time went on I started noticing weight loss
Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse
At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorry
But I keep having visions of snow
I need doe
And I said woah little hottie
I'm not DeLorian, Gambino or Gotti
I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke
I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks
And what do you know
In 18 months she came home and I let her back in
And now she's sniffing again...

Ras Kass - Understandable Smooth the whole thing is cold but the final few lyrics killed me when I heard it "Ras Kass the Nova Don Juan, the phenomenon You know I'm bomb, I raise hell like Spawn!!!

Joell Ortiz was my other choice on the Slaughterhouse cut "Hip-Hop prayed and brought Pun right back" Dre's a damn fool for letting this dude go.

Y'all are in here posting entire songs and what not...

Sickest Verse not Sickest Short Story.....

dont underestimate the doc man

I like my sugar with coffee and cream

"Strategy Right! ima make THE decision RIGHT!"

LMFAO, not for the faint at heart:


Watchwww.youtube.com

Found another, wow...just...

Watchwww.youtube.com

Capadonna. Winter Warz.
Watchwww.youtube.com

Shaolin what!

Im staten Islands best son fuck what ya herd

Watchwww.youtube.com

Just capa's verse^

#3: "Do tha stanky legg, do tha stanky legg, do the stanky legg" - GS Boyz

#2: "I ain't got no problem when you fuckin me, but I got a little problem when you not fuckin me" - ODB

#1: "I love you like a fat kid loves cake" - 50

Hey hey, no sarcasm when it comes to ODB.

"You can switch to the other leg and you can stop with it"
I have seen some pretty weird people do the stanky leg. I have nightmares.

When did the length of a verse get shortened to 1 line??

Protect ya Neck

[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

nothing but love for ODB man - hey who else can rhyme an entire line with itself? Like Rolling Stone said: ODB walks the thin line between genius and homeless

Underground nominee:

Scram Jones - Liquid Heat
lyrics.wikia.com

Not bad for a DJ!

I'm like a sore thumb....ain't nothing to thumb wrestle with..

Swimming in a pool of money....come find me.....nemo!!! LMFAO wackest ish ever

Lupe

Truthfully I have trouble with second verses
Cause the first one be so intimidating
It’d be bullying and picking on it instigating
Pointing out all the second ones limitations
Like you ain’t nothing but an imitation
Like betcha baking then it gets the chorus
And the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hating
But then around the 8th bar he tired
So they conspire and comiserating then he find his inspiration
To spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons
Gets back on beat then punches the guitar
They stand in awe like when did you write that
They even right black
First verse already happened
So he don’t have a chance to fight back
I like that



We get it... people on this forum done like Drake.... we all understand now. But just so you can read it..

Drake - Digital Girl

Who’s that peeking in my window?
You should let some more skin show…
And if one of these websites get the info
We can work it out, no Nintendo
I just hit Alt....Tab
Switchin’ in-between two convos
I should just call cabs
And bring em both here to the condo
Normally, it ain’t a question
We would cross paths like an intersection
But she just too far away for affection
So I pray that we never lose the connection
‘Cause I remember Stacy, she probably hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to replace me
She talked that shit, I just hit the escape key
And then she’d get mad and want to go and erase me
I remember Amy, she used to AIM me
She stayed up late, and used to blame me
She say I’m too wild, she wanna tame me
I told her ‘Even Photoshop couldn’t change me’
But you-you-you You got me open, girl, why lie?
We ain’t even tryin’ to settle, so why try?
End the night with a kiss and a bye-bye
No strings attached your love is so WiFi

And for everyone that dislikes even good verse by certian artists because of who it is, is no better then the sheep that love every track the same dude makes no matter how garbage it is. I am not comparing Drake to any of the greats but to act like the dude doesn't have a talented bone is his body is just wrong.

Drake is not soulja boy, he is better then that.

I'm like a slippery stage.....on ain't nothing to perform on..oh wait...he already did that one.lol yeah dude is talented (can't even walk on stage right)...

im not sayin im number oh im sorry i lied im number 1,2,3,4, and 5

Eminem - Soldier

'Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin', took the image of a thug, kept shit
appealin', willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to
regret what I said, when you're me, people just want to see, if it's true, if it's you, what you
say in your rap's, what you do, so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they
see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real, in confrontation ain't no conversation,
if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it, if
you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it,
till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good
squeeze..."

There is so many over the years but ............

Big Pun - Twinz
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the ****ing floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that ****ing whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

R.I.P. PUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always see Nas verses written down and think wow that's amazing why have I never heard this before?!!?!?!?! Then I remember the beat was gash and I skipped straight to the Premo/Large P tracks.

This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent

It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant

Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence

Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent

We don't get down like them clowns and the kids

I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?

I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

Fortunately my music is never watery

That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy

It aint all about economy

so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

never sell my soul is my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy

I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me

I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise

Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this

See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk

While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics

Whoever's on the microphone let it be known

You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler

You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this

And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this

I always said that this is one of my favourite verses of all time...Binary Star-Reality Check....classic beat, classic verse...Great Shout.

2pac. me and my girlfriend. nothing can touch that song. shit everything he did.

wait young joc u see this bottle. im drinking your house note. or young jeezy on always strapped remix.

Digable Planets

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we push it off the corner
How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi
Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
The puba of the styles like miles and shit
Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
We be to rap what key be to lock


...... FRESH!!

Watchwww.youtube.com

This is my favorite lines of Counting Stars

Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
But baby I been, I been prayin' hard

Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars

Yeah, we'll be counting stars

I see this life
Like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
In my faces flashing suns
Seek it out and ye shall find
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
I, feel something so right
But doing the worng thing

I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing

I could lie, could lie, could lie

everything that kills me makes me feel alive
_______________________________________
www.businessrefinery.com

Sickest freestyle?

Watchwww.youtube.com

I literally became sick when I heard this.

If you're under 30 I think this is what is considered to be "bars" these days. Off the top or not...

I'm not even gonna click that link cause I'm pretty sure it's that horrendous Young Thug "freestyle"...

Always loved this verse in J5's A Day at the Races

Bear witness
To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures
When the ears get this ya brains'll software glitches
Splatter your brains
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That'll explain how you was battled and slain
I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
Like Osama or Dahmer I'ma cause trauma
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze

Even sicker - check the flow.... Watchwww.youtube.com

Anybody ever see Malabu's Most Wanted??

Yo I actually got 2 bars from 2 different artist. The 1st one is by Rakim, "Critics and biters don't know where my source of light is, I still leave authors and writers with arthirits". The 2nd is by Kool G Rap, "I got rappers hangin off my 2 nuts like they was put there my the members of the klu klux". 2 of the most insane bars in rap history!

The Ripper, the master, the overlordian'
Playing MC's like a old accordion
I get the inspiration from unnecessary station
Them sayin I was vacationin'
You can't quote with your weaker throat
Tryin to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes
Major MC's become minor B-flats
So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats
Here's your chance to advance, get in your stance
I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
You're guilty - face down on the pavement!
No holds barred, it's time to get scarred
You and your squad better praise the real God
The undertaker, droppin' thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka
So lay the mic down slow and careful
Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful
A clip to slip in and start rippin'
Divin' and dippin' and givin punks a whippin' (aww shit)
Just in case you wanna go a few rounds or so
I'm down so that you clowns'll know
Me gettin burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
I got rhymes up the huh forget it I'm constipated L!

Ladies Love him...

BIG L's - Day One

Big Daddy Kane - Platinum Plus

And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been
That probably depends, let me show you how to begin
Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns
Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends
Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins
Come in the hood, flippin the chicken and broccoli Timbs
Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim
That ain't in you - the FUCK you gon' possibly win?
I do it, "Booty Calls" on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip
Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip
Heavy with, styles that's the deadliest
Cats on that petty shit watch how much lead he get
You tryin to go places, chasin Oasis
About nothin gettin low wages
Drink Hennessey with no chasers
Right hook is like Joe Frasier's
I'm the bodacious
Body parts are big and like Schwarz-a-niggaz
Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper
If you, block the cash, we lockin ass
I'ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass
Only out to earn figures like we please
but I don't mind to burn niggaz like CD's
Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it
[COUGH] Pardon me, but I'm fuckin sickwiddit

You take 7 mcs, and you put them in a line
You take 7 more mcs that think they can rhyme...


Finish it

So I heard this from a guy on youtube called CoryXKenshin, he's a gamer and he loves to do like mini freestyles. He accidentally said something really cool. And I decided to share it here :D.

Were killing all these freaking levels,
girl go in the kitchen and make me
fruity pebbles.

He didn't finish it because after he said that he started laughing XD
Here's a link to the vid that he said this in and the time

Watchwww.youtube.com
9:27 to 9:33

And by the way! He wants someone to finish it! So, maybe if you come up with a end to this mini freestyle go to his channel and click on episode 15 of this series he has called Cory X Comments... or it's something with comments. Anyway, post your rap there and your rap may be featured in the next episode of his reading comments. NO LIE!

That $h*t was wack.

I got a verse for him:

"I really really wish that I hadn't clicked that,
Now who can I sue to get my 15 seconds back?"

"Supernatural gave me the ultimate respect and didn't even know
He said stop writing ryhmes and freestyle more
I just smiled and thought now that's what I freestyle for"
Juice

Pacs rant at the end of hit Em up

I'm the R the A to the K-I-M
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am
The microphone fiend if I was a fake
Whoever said it's just buggin' off the rhymes I make
I had you biting your tongue for what I brung and recite
Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like
The voice on the record - I see what you mean
Because the system was wack, so I had to scream
So just - give me a mic if it's loud I'll blow it
If not - into the crowd I'll throw it
Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you well
Before I let go I'ma spark your brain cells
I took time to write - tonight I will recite
So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight
Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin
MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin
Home to tell a friend when the party ends
"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"
Rakim...as rhyme goes on

Everybody on track killed...Off The Books"
(feat. The Beatnuts, Cuban Link)

[Big Punisher]
Hey yo it's all love, but love's got a thin line
and Pun's got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mine
The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long
Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone
I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast
Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass
and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist'
All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit
Lace the click, cause we all share
It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair
Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run
Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum
Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl
I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Segall
Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket
That's it (that's it?) That's it

[Cuban Link]
Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit
Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate
Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar
Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large
We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for bills
I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill
I like to chill, spark an L and get high
I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly

[JuJu]
Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco
I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though
Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo
Swervin like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo
squeezin, out of automatic M3's and
please, you ain't seen no thugs like these
I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe
In Corona yo it's better to take than to receive

[Psycho Les]
Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug
and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug
in they blood, no escapin this
Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what?) to be tapin this
World premier, loud and clear
Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show
Dissapear, jump in the Cavalier
Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles
For pleasure, bring your territory sever
Keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "FUCK LESTER"
But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold
Don't give a fuck where you been what you done
where you go, you know, peep this favorite
In black shades like a secret, agent
We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves
We light trees, bust these and stack cheese

It's off the hook this year
Makin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin
but crooks in here
Gettin mad money off the books this year

Yo ain't nothin but trouble God
When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
Don't make me let the machine off
This is methadone music that you can lean off
"Made You Look," the remix with me up on it
I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it
And, everything is real I see
Like my niggaz that been home but they only got a jail ID
I helped the game, it ain't help me
I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP
And, I still buzz, they feel cuz
Cause they know the flow's ILL just like Will was
I'm just tryin to make sure that my son's wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy
I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss
Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish, the color of dandruff
They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him
Copped P then turbo'd soon as they uncuff him
This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van...
D-Block

"Made You Look" - Remix (Jadakiss' verse)

One of hardest from dmx..

[DMX]
Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution
Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[Sheek]
What's that?
[DMX]
Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets
cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches
Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches
And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
that come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty
Get it

These niggaz is for real
These niggaz ain't playin

This ain't no fuckin game
You think we playin?
Ruff Ryders
Grrrrr

Apache killing that naughty joint

[Verse 2: Apache]
Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain't got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up!
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle name
You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick
I know who'll getcha quick (Who?) My dick!
Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
Leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a limosuine
The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I told you I'm out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I'm gettin rappers' ass
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3

If I was deaf... Line is just retarded

The Goat...B.I.G.
Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (Nigga won't even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so

Dead Wrong

[Eminem]
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, cannibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals having sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dying to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

Back when I used to buy loads of hip hop records, and cassettes for the walkman, this was one of those tracks that vividly painted what hip hop was all about, in a golden age before most of the shit that's peddled as hip hop these days.

''...................Now way back in the days when hip-hop began
With Coke LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam
B-boys ran to the latest jam
But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn
There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day
B-boys getting blown away but coming outside anyway"
They tried again outside in Cedar Park
Power from a street light made the place dark
But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out
I know a few understand what I'm talking about
Remember Bronx River, rolling thick
With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix
When Afrika Islam was rocking the jams
And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash
Patterson and Millbrook projects
Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it
The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys
The real Rock Steady taking out these toys
As odd as it looked, as wild as it seems
I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens
It was seventy-six to 1980
The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy
You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop
Because the pistols would go
So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack
Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack
Cause if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot
And that would leave the job up to my own Scott La Rock
And he's from (South Bronx...............)''

First album I bought with my own money. Criminal Minded. My mom wasn't happy with the title or album cover. She just said.. Figure u would buy something called Criminal Minded.... Parents just don't understand. Beauty of that cassette was no need to fast forward. Kids don't know how important it was to listen to a good album without trying to just forward to your favorite song or the one hit. And then u has to dub it for all your cousins and homeboys

A-day all day!

+1 to that South Bronx track. Cuh-Lassssic

He know how to eat that cake. Don't fool around unless he wanna date. Insurance? You can call Allstate cuz I make my own bank and I fill my own tank. And he ain't cute... Unless I downed a couple drinks! He hit me up "Hey, Ashley!". He trying to do the nasty. I'm drunk gonna put it past me but these sober thots harass me! I'm having raven visions! Your girl say she a christian! But that ain't what preaching on your dick she be screaming!!!! Yaaaaaa


~ Ashley hill (me)

Wu-Tang, Inspectah Deck's verse in Triumph:

"I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensicsI inspect you,
through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block"

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killers

Krsone in the lessin...

Time to get it, now you did it, tryin to spit it
You don't fit it, ask the critics, already did it, skipped the gimmicks
I don't mimic, metaphysics, you'll admit it, better to live it
better to give it, so I spit it every minute so you get it
My lyric is wicked an' full of culture y'all
Huh? Battle, nah - get back in your car
Either you never heard of me or you really wanna get with me
But as your teacher let me test you for a learning disability
You feeling me? Cause you can't, get it through your head
This is, sui-CIDE!! You're better off dead
Let me not amp you up, cause this style you can't do what
My stomach can take it and your stomach it'll cramp you up
This is, breath control, breath control stylee
I get up all in that ass that [?] heinie
Try me, back in the days you woulda had sorrow
Try the teacher today, and you won't see tomorrow cause

It may not be the sickest but I've always loved it.
Racial gain causes pain need a new step and in your hearts and mind never forget Yusef. Hawkins and when your walkin know what you sportin. Black on black remember that it's important!

Chubb Rock.

Rakim- best ever
'I take 7 Mc's put em in a line add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine, now thats 21 Mc's ate up at the same time.'

thats a sweet rhyme.

Canibus ...on the lost boyz track beast from the east

Rolling Stones of the rap game not braggin'
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards I'mma leave it at that...
That ain't got nothin' to do with rap!!!

"Harder Than You Think" - Public Enemy

One thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain
I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold
But in the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2,
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it

Thats that Dead Prez....bigger than hiphop hiphop.......

Yessir.

"Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action
A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run" (Eminem, Marshall Mathers Infinate album 1996)

It's not the skill of the man but the will of the man,
You follow any fake fuck that put a bill in your hand,

You born with it you don't pick fam,
That's why any sick scam gets jammed like trying to take a stand in quicksand,
Start the revolution like M1 and stick man,
Rep the green all day you know I ain't a Knicks fan,
Enter alone? Nah I had to stick my boys in,
Jaysaun and Slaine go head and pick your poison,

Jet black Lincoln 6 4 suicide doors, razor blade and a straw with like 2-5 whores,
We maneuver these Dominican squads,
Who got nostrils like vacuums to maneuver that Peruvian raw,
Roll with the team desert eag infrared beam,
Move sloppily you'll probably get your broccoli steamed,
Or a hollow to digs out the seed in your Avocado,
My philosophy and you don't need Plato or Aristotle

So damnit Preemo, that's why the fam as we know,
Is gully in the streets and we keep it uglier than Janet Reno,

Pieces of verses from 'Main Event' by Special Teamz

Now clock, kids who got the cocaine?
Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train

Return of the Ctooklyn Dodgers ~Chubb Rock

Gotta go w the classics.


I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
Spread the word, 'cause I'm in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend...

[Verse 2:]
After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come....
My DJ cuts material....
Grand imperial.
It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me,
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back,
If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack.
Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and Gentleman, You're about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I'm the remainder!
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend...

Maaan no tupac srsly he has the sickest lines ever
"Pockets is packed with president ,pursue your riches evading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches"
"The sickest psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama could raise me"
"Revenge is the method whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jail
Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales" man i could keep going for years posting his sickest lines rip the goat

"My name's BlurryFace and I care what you think" from Stressed Out by twenty one pilots
Look this song up on genius if you think you know why this would be the sickest line.

Yep, was gonna put this too! First tme I heard that verse I was just like woaaaaaaa, dude is a beaaaast.

Canibus brings the sickest drama,
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom
Playing with the mic is something I wont do
my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,
putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle,
I go On & On like Erika Badu
a hundred times nicer than the best there is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this
Fuck yall you don't impress me and no one can test me
An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress
But if you want to battle, I'm down,
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain't feeling my shidick can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spitten
more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll mutha fuckas need NordicTrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin longer than niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin lifted
stickin dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus is spitten till' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted
took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
going once, going twice
Sold to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Can't even front. That joint is sick as hizell. .

I don't know if it's been posted already but if you have 10 mins this is an interesting vid breaking down the rhyming style of some top rappers.

boingboing.net

Real artists get shelved and wack one's get famous
To leave masses brainless, a smart mind is dangerous
In their eyes there probably ain't no real shit in your playlist
You're just a product of what the government has created

Nocturnal Rainbows - Hopsin

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block


Wu-Tang Clan Triumph That opening line blew my mind

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these Mockeries

I'm sick of bitches shakin asses, sick of talkin bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses.

Sick of slang, sick of half ass award shows, sick of name brand clothes.

Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks, cocaine and crack which brings sickness to blacks.

Sick of swoll head rappers with their sicker than raps, clappers of gats, making the whole sick world collapse the facts are gettin sick, even sicker perhaps!

-Dove (De La Soul) Stakes is high

My styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney. People love the Dawg the the kids love Barney! "I love you, you love me" the shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC!

Phife - (Keep it Rollin)

R.I.P

Some of you must not be living on planet earth cuz Drake FU€K!NG KILLS IT on just about every song he raps (not sings) on. When he sings he kills pretty much everything else, including any awesomeness that might have been in the vicinity. And it does seem like he likes to steal other rappers verses from time to time and that sucks a pretty big one, but there's no doubt he can spit some pretty damn creative lines to some extremely catchy & original beats. Even though he might not be quick on his feet or cut out to battle, i dont see how any one can say he's not one of the greatest... up there with Biggie, Pac, Eminem, Jay-Z, Dr. Dre, etc..... or who knows maybe I'm crazy wrong...along with the other 95% of hip hop fans. I guess that's possible.

^^LOL^^

+wu-tang

Ab-Soul's verse on PRhyme's Dat Sound Good:

"All the smoke that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell
But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you
I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the soil"


"Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dawg
You know it's backwards to go against God, dog"


"Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series
Steve Jobs died, now the world Siri's"


"(I don't respect you) and that's serious as a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact
In fact, you gassed up like you're hard to match
Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains"


"I'm the leader of this game, old school or new
Old Soul, but my shoes is new"

So many good lines

youtu.be

Even though this is probably a troll

hip hop doesnt really care how sick a verse is if you didnt write it. nothing wrong with not writing it, but its kinda about artist originality with hip hop. im not drake hater but hes like a brittney spears, great entertainer but not really an artist in the sense of art.

That's how I feel about it as well. I love Drake's music, but he is more like an entertainer. He is basically the Michael Jackson or Mariah Carey of the pop/rap world

"Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled
Elbows unique, now meet the new me..."

"Buck 50" - Ghostface Killah

Rakim on "Classic" Timeless so age don't count in the booth; when your flows stay submerged in the fountain of youth
OR JunSix "Raps a stage where you wanna loose your choice/ cannot help with your next bar, cause I know how you are/ so redundant don't expect your career to go to far/till you choose to lyrically evolve: problem solved"

Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?
Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog
Me, I want a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all
I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws
That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin' floor
With ten per cent left to those who bloodsuck the poor
And still I keep it funky like four plus one more
Get this money like 'In God We Trust', trust your boy
It's a given, livin' this life like it was written
Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing
Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition
Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and
Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride
Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine
And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime

Method Man

I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don't smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.


Lauren Hill in Ready or Not. Always loved this verse.

It's Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, lord
With the chauffeur and the car with the two R's, lord
Lived next door to Jennie that went to Beauregard
She broke my virginity and I love her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and they come and gone
Cut the check or, we gon' cut your fucking bungee cord
Make these bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid then they just annoying
This for the smokers and the real ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Back like I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch bout to swallow all my stress for me
Bad bitch stop and poppin' like Steph Curry
Rich nigga laughin' at his bills like Bill Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the hand gun
Outchea dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Out here looking handsome, fucking dancers
Tryna see my mansions, get expansions
Tryna see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Chong Yoing
Don't know no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle Fester
And your homie talk aloud bout what he gon' do
You know your homie ain't your homie 'til he bleed on you
You know you never know you love her til she cheat on you
You know you never know your brother 'til he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi been a soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated argument, we let the heat argue
P-I-R-U brazy like glue
S-Q-U-A-D wavy like the sea
And Lil-T just told me to knock the nigga's brain out
I got a chopper I bet I can shoot a plane down
Pussy ass niggas looking for a way out
I tape some kilos to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 like a raindrop
I'm bout to buy a ring of the size of a ring pop
I got some bitches in bikinis like Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in a Chinese kitchen gettin' take out
Hollygrove Tune...

- "Fat Albert" - Lil Wayne feat. Curren$y

sneak on me and get popped, bullets open a niggas chest like that nigga ate a cough drop

Treat you like milk I'll do nothin but spoil ya

Sung on the elementary-school play yards of Sacramento, CA circa 1968–69, I was 8 to 9 years-old:

James Brown's got the beat
nah nah nah nah nah
Drop your drawers and follow me
nah nah nah nah nah
To the bushes we shall go
nah nah nah nah nah
Where we shall strip our clothes
nah nah nah nah nah
Won't your mother be disgusted
nah nah nah nah nah
When she sees your pussy busted
nah nah nah nah nah
Won't your father be suprised
nah nah nah nah nah
When he sees your booty rise

"You know the evil that men do / hell is where men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and through him out the window
Up up up and away cause I don't play clown
Buck, Buck, Buck take that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shows
But you lose, cause I got the ill street blues' - Ill Street Blues Kool G Rap

"I made it easy to dance to this,
but can you ditect what's coming next
from the flex of the wrist
Say indeed then I'll proceed cause my man made a mix
if he bleed he wont need no bandaid to fix
his finger tips" - Rakim


I would have traded a chance
of being a child with a father
For a talent to being able to survive when it harder
My balance on the high beams of life
Keep my dreams in strife
That's why I run these mutha fuckin streets at night! - I Can Feel it - DMX

Dope

"Your boy back in the building
Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest thing running,
I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back, outted
As the best rapper alive nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards,
From grams to Grammy's
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin' out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?" - Dirt off Your Shoulder. Jay Z

"She's sick of that song bout how it sooo looong
Thought he worked his until I handled by biz
There I is!
Major Payne like Damon Wayans!
Low Down dirty even
Like his - brother - Keenan
Scheemin
Don't leave ya girl round me
True Player for real
As Puff Dad-dy
You, ringin bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me meet me at twelve!
Where you at? Flippin jobs payin car notes
While I'm swimmin in your women like the breast stroke!
Right stroke, left stroke what's the best stroke?
Death stroke. Tongue all down her throat!
Nothin left to do but send he home to you
I'm through.
Can you sing a song for me boo?" - One more Chance Notorious B.I.G.

L Boogie was the TRUTH!

"Niggas is mad.
I get more butt than ash trays
Fuck a fair one
I get mine the fast way
The ski mask way
Ransom notes
far from handsome
but damn a nigga tote
more guns than roses
Foes is
shaking in their boots
invisible bullies like the Gooch
Disappear, vamoose... you're wack to me
Take them rhymes back to the factory.." - Flava in your Ear remix Notorious B.I.G.

"I'm a flow regarldess
because I'm an artist until I'm trapped
Imma continue to hit the hardest whether I scrap or rap
You give me dap
but you ain't my friend
I see it in your eyes
you contemplate my end
You waiting for that bend
in the road
where you where told
that you would go
when you were old
If you died young
it was cold.
SOLD
but not for nearly
what it was worth
think back 26 years
be like, what if his birth
was a miscarriage
and I never existed
have I given something
that if taken away you would have missed it?
Didn't know
but I persisted
It was the call of the wild
I merely say what's in my heart
and you call it a style
Don't put it in a cage
Don't mistreat it
You say you hunger for knowledge
Here it is. EAT IT!
Another song completed
is another thought captured
Let me do my thing
I got it LOCKED with this rap shit!" - Let Me Fly DMX

Some of the most honest bars ever spit!

My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas at high stakes
We pull off a high stakes great escapes
Expand, shift team downstate
Dreams of growing old with my son to live great
Little man I plan to enhance your mind state
The rebirth of nigga who lived an ill life
The one before me was of an even more trife
My understanding, I'll raise you with precise planning
And put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow through plans to live lotto
Me and my little kitko, any man trying to stop us he get wet though
You couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote
You put your hands too close and tried to approach
I won't snap at you I'm going for throats
And when you feel my bites ya sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut close
My formula: I live life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
Prodigy turning niggas to proteges
My protege I advise ya ass to make way
Make way...for fully auto gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game
This man is half mad scientist/half sane
Create a rhyme labyryinth like poisonous cannabis
Here take a toke of this deadly rare vocalist
Overpower y'all tiny noyds like locusts
Like sunlight through a magnifying glass I'll focus and burn
A hole straight through your brain and leave ya open
Oh shit
And let the venom soak in
You start sweating and going through convulsions from dope shit I rip
Leaving niggas stuck, I left stick
Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst
As dangerous as risky business fucking with this
Contender number one I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this
But peep this
Fatal shots to solar-plexus
Man down, now who dares to go next?
Like General Monk Monk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
Atomic, no time for calm shit
We hyperactive when it’s time to Vietnamed it
Your whole alliance gets single-handedly bombed-ed
Take heed to the apostle's warning

-Prodigy; Mobb Deep's "Apostle's Warning"

Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet, but never meetin' the end cause he knows the streets. - MC Lyte

I put my little thing in action smooth like satin or
special Ed when he was taxin` headz relaxin'... play tha` back when I
spill I regulate a flow like chicks on birth control pills.-


Bahamadia-3 The hard way

Okay, first everyone who said Drake, then named like one tiny verse of his song. First off Drake sucks. He is garbage and has nothing to do with rap. Rap died shortly after Tupac and Biggie died. There were others, Gangstar, Blackalicious, Wu-Tang that were still great. But it was a dying general. The best rap comes from the 90s think Nate Dogg, Warren G and personally one of my favorites was DJ Quik Dollars and sense, a dis track to MC Eiht back when dis tracks actually called other rappers out by name. In this particular song, buth his Rap name and his actual name, Aaron Tyler

Now let's get down to business, bitches
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
Nigga I've clowned for years and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine ten Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So niggas watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggas comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was bout to start runnin
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation (yo whatup)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin me skinny, youse a clown
I'mma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggas with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'mma boot your mothafuckin ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'mma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggas that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand
That there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K with no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Doin what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my niggas cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggas keep on ridin the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday motherfucker
(hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick ass ho
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left speeding
You ain't no fuckin killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a REAL killer
Tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your niggas that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit, beyotch

I don't like naming "bests". But Canibus' second verse on 2000 B.C is FIYAH

I am from Dallas Texas, United States.i have been living in pains for the past 2 years,not until i meet Dr Makokoyoko who was able to restore my life back with his herbal medicine, i have been HIV positive for the past two years now everyday of my life i cry to God as I was a mother of 2 cute kids who were looking up to me i was still taking my medication from the hospital which cost me a lot, I also did some prayers to God that he should do some miracle in my life,Few Months ago i was browsing on net when I found some good testimonials about Dr Makokoyoko Herpes, and someone recommended that he has cured HIV,ALS diabetes,cancer,and so many other disease I always had faith that God could use someone to heal me, then I contacted Dr Makokoyoko and I told him my problems, he told me not to worry that with God all things are possible and also that he was going to prepare for me some herbal herbs which i am to take and he is going to send the medicine to me, well after all the guidance and medication from Dr Makokoyoko he advice that i go for check up again to see my status result and he assured me of good result, i was afraid at this point cause i never wanted someone to tell me again that i am positive, after 2 days I went to the Hospital for check up and they said the result was to come out by Friday, at 11:00 AM on Friday the Doctor called me and told me that the result was out and I am Negative, I was shocked and could not believe it, I immediately called Dr Makokoyoko and told him about the good news he told me to rejoice and make sure I share my testimony with my friends and that is why I am doing this right now, friends you can contact Dr Makokoyoko today on ( drmakokoyokospiritualhome@gmail.com )

These lyrics isn't as deep as the ones mentioned above but i certainly relates :)

-Keep Ya Head Up-

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothing, don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
'Cause, sister, you don't need him
And I ain't trying to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em
You know what makes me unhappy? When brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up?
I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep your head up

-Staring From My Rearview-

Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?
While you thinking I see you lost up in my rearview

-Hold On Be Strong-
I know them ain't tears comin' down your face
Wipe your eyes
In this world, only the strong survive, you know?
Hehe, I know it's hard out there
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings
Yeah, we got problems
But believe me when I tell you things always get better
God don't like ugly, and God don't like no quitters
You know what Billie Holiday said?
Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
You know? You got to stand strong
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
Tell 'em "Hold on!", and be strong
The game don't stop, huh
This here is black, man
If you don't never learn nothin', learn one thing
It don't stop, 'til the casket drop
Thug for life... feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad
Especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin', hold on
I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic

by Tupac Shakur

You's a fuck boy, fuck boy. My bitch been said it. That's why I should've let your best friend get it. We went on trips you bought Chanel But money ain't shit when you soft as hell

"F Boy" trina

Big Pun - ''Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddly''

one of my favorites is this:

since im in the position to talk to these kids and they listen
i aint no politician but i'll kick it with em a minute
see they call me a menace
and if the shoe fits i'll wear it
but if it dont then yall will swallow the truth
grin and bare

aye i may have a couple wrong words

renegade-eminem and jay z

This verse from "H-town gfunk" by SPM
A bitch to my right cocked giving me cheap thrills I see meals, coming down my path In the ghetto cat's wrath making math I'm the last to blast, on that ass now you the past Who the fastest punk em' like cashes It's no joke you get smoked like buddah grass And when I crash this you catch whiplashes Bitch I'm on a mission to listen and give descriptions Hung G's in my hood in their intentions I hear gunshots ringing like hell's bells I see drug sells check out my thug tales Fuck jails, bank swells keeps hella grip And I can sell dope on ice, and never slip

Deadly Lyrics

I'm the f*cking Catalina wine mixer
Blitzer, wolf in a shearling wording sh*t twisted
It's a lovely day to go Blitzkrieg, isn't it?
Listen if suicide pacts are your bag try dissin' him
The blocked number, no star 69
Call, breathe heavy at your little sis, rock system
Come with the loud talk, limp back whispering
That motherf*cker's no victim

You better off walking than talking
Bullets get to sparking, leave you in chalk or a coffin
Lord have mercy on the family and they losses
I paid for the roses to cover the coffin
I move like Bulger, the boss up in Boston
Caught him in a bottle house buying Mr. Boston
Hit him with a bullet from a .38 snub
Put the plug in his skull, hit the switch lights, offed him

What's that on your shirt? Made you look
Get jacked for your work, get juxed for the gold
'Oldest trick in the book like grandma's hand on her cunt playboy centerfold
Hold his d*ck like it shook on the block while he look at the cops and they drive past slow
Keep the heater on ice, let it go, he was told that revenge was best served cold

There ain't nobody to be pretty for fuck it
Let it rattle
Let the clatter kill em
Let the cataclysm wash
Who really listens?
Precision with a verse draws a crowd
I draw a line between easy melody
And piece of mind
I keep the game tweaked
Freak the same to its own thing
Spit the plain pain
Econolines for the dime class
Its a god damn recession
Show a little respect
You Pfizer babies
Look how they hate
Pilled out
Bounce they liver off they top eight
Who got a fix for the fix
Bush no more
Nobody's like "Dufrane, search party of four"
Tell me
Who's eatin?
I mean well
Who's beaten shell toes kick a hole in who's
Cheatin hell
Need it while you can
Serve get swerved get sleep
Buy it up c'mon
They out for presidents to represent them
You think a president could represent you?
You really think a president would represent you?

I tried to teach niggas how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So the love is gone, til blood is drawn
So we no longer wear the same uniform
Fuck you squares, the circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, the walls got taller
And truth be told after all that said
Niggas still got love for you

Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it
God damn this shit leaves a mess don’t it
Shit feelin’ like death don’t it
Charge it to the game, whatever’s left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Wasn’t I a good king?
(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)
Didn’t I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?
(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)
Made you royalty and royalties
(Took care of these niggas lawyer fees)
And this is how niggas rewardin’ me
(Damn)

Did it???

I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Where Hip Hop LIVES!!!

Sorry had to fuck with y'all - I cringed at that song when I first heard it but it is catchy if you ever heard that nursery rhyme as a kid.

"Yo bitch, that's the same hoe that gave my mans top."

I heard that somewhere, I think it's pretty cool, can anyone tell me the name of this song? Thanks

[Prodigy:]
You a b****-as* nigga
I had you kill't
All they had was your
Picture at the funeral
No casket
You b*stards be missin'

Mobb Deep Burn

"I really miss my parter, but i know he wit big poppa, 2 pac, and the big L rolled proper" Joey Bada$$-on and on

"Flip similes and verbs, now im eating, retreatin for seconds and thirds, yall ni**as seasoned, dont worry what we ate, you dont want that plate, i combine yours with mine quake and make the earth shake,supernatural disaster on you half a$$ rappers" Joey bada$$- 95 to infinity

"Used to tell me to read books, ni**as bookin me now" Joey bada$$- #Long Live Steelo

"We point fingers at people who sin different, skin different,but the same color we bleed" Andy Mineo- vendetta

"Blind to the obvious, mind is oblivious,Love isn't frivolous, that's my belief,to combat all the pain, I would choke on the leaf" Tsotsi-hokage tower....the whole song is fire🔥🔥but this got me the most👌

"The sidewalk was my brother's office
We cut our losses, I had choices
I took a pen, became a voice for the voiceless..."

- Nas "Angel Dust"

Snotty Horroh Battle Rapper from Manchester youtu.be

Shotty Horroh
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Arsonal vs. Shotty Horroh underground battle
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That's a terrible verse.

LMAO!!!

Do you know this song:

Got me feeling like I can’t breath I can’t even hang with the homiest have no reason not to trust me, I been looking at this label, with my niggas I escape... something.

I'm loooost

to me by far the dopest verse in any song is Nature on Banned From T.V from the N.O.R.E album actually all the verse's on that song except for Nore's are dope.

"Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden State, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic
Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima
Follow the leader, make me go extra hard
Yo N.O.R.E. should I hold back or show the repertoire
Quit at sixteen or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why it's so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my father's features, puff heavily
See me at 6'1", weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay, Harlem week to Queens day
Performing acapella, no DJ
'98 Live, no replays, make it seem easy
So tell a friend to tell a friend
That it's them again, Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins"

well basically the whole song, but i like this one from the 2pac song Hit em up..

"You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up"

pretty lame of me aye? I am old school.. ha ha..

Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality
Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
‘Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must've got in us, ‘cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition
Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin' thievin'
We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die

I'm sorry but that verse is straight garbage. Never heard the song. Can't decipher the rhyme pattern.

Can one of you moderators please delete this non-lyrical body of wackness?

Fuck bitch ass niggas hyped
I think I just wanna end my life
bitch ass niggas wanna scrap
but can't handle this here rap
I think that I wanna end this shit
all these bitch as niggas act like they hard
but they nothin' but clit
beware because they yearning for dick
always on it
fuck I thought y'all said it was small
but it seem that you got a whole mansion on my dick
40 acres of land on my dick
all the shit you talk about me, you not slick
I'm Lxrd Hadez starting out in game
spittin' little shit to people hearing them call me lame
all these mothafuckas wanna diss me
but they ain't hear me
they wanna tell me that I can't make it
but I'm gonna little bitch
fuck you and all the shit you and all the shit you say.


Hi, I'm Lxrd Hadez, I'm trying to improve my little bit of skill. I wanted to give a taste of my talent before I really started, so please, can you give me your thoughts on this? Thank You!

:facepalmgif:

LMAO!

Who gives a fuck if yo' ass look good
If yo' ass can't cook good, that's on the hood
Fine bitches, you shit out of luck
'Cause I'm prolly gon' eat more than I fuck

My vote is still with Rakim.

Even Slug (from Atmosphere) quotes him off Rakim’s “follow the leader.” (Hook on the song “Clay”/Album - Overcast).

“I want to see you keep following and swallowing
Taking and making, biting and borrowing
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'mma let you sweat, you still ain't formed, you a
Step away from frozen, stiff as if you're posing
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen

So follow me and while you're thinking you were first
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
What could you say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets as small as balls of clay”

(Mic Drop)

I'd be late to my dyin day if it fuckin existed.
Y'all twisted. Fine with the rhyme, Gates gotta chime - y'all know damn well I ain't wasted nickel n dime.

Educated proper voice shoulders back beat that track,
Hold up let me speak this slap,

YOU MAY NOT DEFEAT ME.
I AM HIM, YES AH, HE HIS ME.
ALL UP IN ME.
UN
TIL
I
SCREAM.
COULDNT LET A BEAST SLEEP?

A PRETTY BEAST,
LIKE IT AINT STILL IN ME?

YOU peep that light?
Creepin out right?

That's where I hide it.

Fuck if y'all don't like it.

So loud for your reaction
Real Proud hold onto my quite
Watch up on that action..

How many masks came off.
Blood met water.
Who poisoned my matter?


He had me back when DEC called me DollFace Assassin Jackson.

That brain.

But I'm stubborn.
Just as much as ALL my brotheren.

Who you think built this gate?
Strong enough to guide this fate,
Drop a bitch and milk a brain,
Watch em leak don't let it stain.
Drinq1. Bc your gonna need one.
YOU got an OGS baebii sister.
That's my sensei not a sitter.
He built a sinner not a quitter.

Not excusing any of y'alls behavior.
Not the birds nor the neighbors.

Believe what entertains you.
Or breaks you.

Don't expect a red carpet for you to walk through.
It's only a year of hell, over the years I swelled
These grumpy old men allowed us to walk through.

Now I love ALL of you. Leave me or bring me,
Regardless
I'm fuckin woke.

Eye to eye -

YOU ALL took my light.

Wait- it'd be wrong if I didn't quote another song with my shit so demanding.
The podium is where you want me standing?
"And after all my logic and theory/ I add a MOTHAFUCKA so y'all ignorant niggAs hear me."
-Lauryn Hill
"I like bein ugly that way if they love me I know that they love me for real"
J. REYEZ

I don't read code.
I sense for bullshit.
Ok can't expect me not to close my nose when you waftin that shit while I'm already sick?
Cure ain't just dick.

It's an honest lick.
A "hear listen quick!" Shut em up,
While I bite that lip.

I got 5 different languages,
Not the same as tunin to my wavelengths kids.

Don't test my taste on this music bitch.
I sing along with these songs cause I ain't tryna dyke these lips too hard spittin Aesop ROCK N Dr. Octagon shit. Whoops reinacted some necro hits.
I been workin. Had to SLEEP.
Dug some rabbit holes deep.
Ain't what it seems,
But if I don't rest from these bullshit tests. Y'all don't eitherrrr.
Wash off the ether make it cleanerrrrr.


Ok. We doin this or na?







Baebii gimme credit.

Don't call me gate for no reason.
YOU brought brain,
I dashed seasoning.
Did tha worse broadcastin these demons.
Let's not bring out old seasons.
Aint that treason?

Time and attire for a
ghost or retire.

Thinkin' about takin' my own life, I might as well
Except they might not sell weed in hell
And that’s where I’m goin', ‘cause the Devil’s inside of me
He make me rob from my own nationality
That’s kind of ignorant, but yo, I gotta pay the rent
So, yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite
A degenerate, if I get caught I'm innocent
‘Cause I don't leave no sticky fingerprints

last dayz-sticky fingaz

Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That'll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What I just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leaving rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run -big daddy kane

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" Hold it
You can see it that I'm broken
Even if no words are spoken
I try so hard not to show it
But you know it
And that's why I break down in tears
When you grab my by my shoulders
Say no matter what I'm here to hold n
I can't believe it
'Cause I'm so used to people leavin'
Used to question why I wake up
Til' I realized you're the reason
And it's scary
To think how in love I am with you
But knowin' the rest of my life I get to hold hands with you
I'm sorry if I ever made it seem that I was changin'
I went crazy in this studio
Writin' while I was waitin'
When you came back to my life
And I knew that we still both felt the same
Knowin' we could heal each other
Knowin' we both felt the pain
Loss, hurt, sadness
Loneliness, madness
Isolation, desperation, addictions and habits
But you're here with me now and it almost makes me sad
Being with you gets me higher than any drug I've had""-----TAZ

“theres several different levels of devil worshipping horses heads human sacrifices cannabilism candles and excorcism animals havin sex wit em camel mammals and rabbitts but i dont get in to that i kick the habittt....” Eminem Dead wrong

Like Eli im from New Orleans imma giant in this bitch move the g and add a s and put the i before the n and put an a in front of that and thats what i am to the end thats a saint mothafucka simplify it for them” Lil wayne demolition

Lost Boyz - Beasts from the East - Canibus

"Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress."

Wow

this is a proper freestyle. Give it listen straight off the stretch and Bobbito show. Real rap

youtu.be

sickest verse in a rap song

Conscience of your nonsense in '88, sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson --- Biggie

When they double team me the odds are sloppy, I move like them 80 mgs of oxy -- Jadakiss

You minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team, Your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze, vaginas bleed. My lyrics stay official, I bag up on coke on dishes made of crystal, my nickel plated pistol got 16 shots, you can take em with you, to the coffin , a DA's office, SURGERY - nurses screamin' "WE LOST HIM," life suddenly divorced him ---- Cormega

I'ma prison cell six by nine Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin) I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter If the court parole ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property nigga stay lethal -- Nas

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes Ask Beavis I get nothing but head - Big L

Fuckin punk you aint a leader, what? Nobody followed you, you was never shit your mother should have swallowed you - Big L

Wow, never seen a magicbot before.

Started out with a vision, the blind ambition
I could make it in this game
Slowly goin through a mission
to make the people united and go
wild for the night, we actin to the fact that i
simply speak my life....

after that it goes so fast i cant catch the rest,

here is the link:
youtu.be

My Part of Town - Tuff Crew
[Verse 1 - Ice Dog]
Rock on
Ecknowla(ecknowledge) my song
Bring my posse along to the party, the danger zone
From the heart is in effect, so I say, buddy study
Think and learn, dig the move we made
Stunnin' dudes who just can't behave
Discipline, here's a hint
It comes from the Crew and Too Tuff!
All up in you with the formula
Coming from me cause no one told ya
Of a level inferior saiyan
This ain't no joke Jimmy
I ain't playin'
I'm hardcore, straigh up raw
I'm the overlord, Ice Dog clockin'
But no, as if you didn't know
Frontin on the scene when its time to go
Asking for a number from any member
Of the Tuff Crew band, remember
Jackin on my tip, overtipping my shoulder
I'll be a soldier, a king rolla
Smashing dudes who stand in my path
Counting 'em down, like math
Planning, mapping, rapping 'em down
For my part of town

"Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang..." (repeat ad infinitum}.

[Lil Wayne]
Faded off the Kush, I’m gone
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my Grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son and then light up the “L”, Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y’all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Woah nigga, die slow nigga
For dear life your holding on, En Vogue nigga
Unload nigga, reload nigga
Tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
Yeah and all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I’m good, I’m 100 like a fastball
It’s Carter 4…
Yeah
Ugh
I’m going back in man
Yeah!
We get fuck y’all money, how you wan’ play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That’s one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen
I’m sick, I’m ill, I ain’t the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money, man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party
Weezy gone ball, ball like Steve Harvey
The heater I’mma tuck her, Tucker like Delores
That’s my word, word like thesaurus
I don’t see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis
I’m a beast, I’m a ass, I’m ahead of my class
I’m a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don’t talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, go so mean, I’m so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn’t budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me

Little shorty acting wild running around town hoeing. Face glowing, plus im digging her thighs, she fly, shorty penelope, likes to get high, drink liquor with the thugs, a lot of drugs and a lot of sex.

Money and murder all the honey ever heard of, her mother a whore and daddy always lift her skirt up. She first fucked around 10, always stuck around men, doing bad in school, acting cool, putting down the pen.

For a newport, she rocking new shorts an inch thick, i ain't mad she left me with an itch dick, but shit bitch, got to learn how to cover up, or ima fuck her up.. i dont why, but i, kinda got that love for her.

Brendas baby survived and shes all grown up.
Took shorty out to dinner but its all thrown up.
She trying hit me on the cell like come over round one, im like aight ill be there when im done.. i thought you loved me.

Straight from the stripper to a stripper in the video, typical city hoe, gritty hoe, bity hoe, live out in the county butsshe stay up in the city though.
Yippie yo, yippie yippie kai yai yay.. her parents told her straighten up or hit the highway... indeed she hit the high way, getting high, yay...yayo in the nose yeah she do it the right way.. take of her clothes for me whenever i say.. i say let me hit that nice face, tight waste, might taste like wheat, i dont really know you and i don't really want to.. but sometimes im feeling like i really want you... all to myself...

Little shorty acting wild running around town hoeing. Face glowing, plus im digging her thighs, she fly, shorty penelope, likes to get high, drink liquor with the thugs, a lot of drugs and a lot of sex.

Money and murder all the honey ever heard of, her mother a whore and daddy always lift her skirt up. She first fucked around 10, always stuck around men, doing bad in school, acting cool, putting down the pen.

For a newport, she rocking new shorts an inch thick, i ain't mad she left me with an itch dick, but shit bitch, got to learn how to cover up, or ima fuck her up.. i dont why, but i, kinda got that love for her.

Brendas baby survived and shes all grown up.
Took shorty out to dinner but its all thrown up.
She trying hit me on the cell like come over round one, im like aight ill be there when im done.. i thought you loved me.

Straight from the stripper to a stripper in the video, typical city hoe, gritty hoe, bity hoe, live out in the county butsshe stay up in the city though.
Yippie yo, yippie yippie kai yai yay.. her parents told her straighten up or hit the highway... indeed she hit the high way, getting high, yay...yayo in the nose yeah she do it the right way.. take of her clothes for me whenever i say.. i say let me hit that nice face, tight waste, might taste like wheat, i dont really know you and i don't really want to.. but sometimes im feeling like i really want you... all to myself...

Karate
Sizzla
Martial art, mi nuh partial yah, a martial art (Ha, ha, ha)
Mi nuh partial yah, a rot mi a rot
Mi fire bun di whole a dem, uh huh
Mi nah beg nuh friend from none a dem mi fire bun di whole a dem, uh huh
Hear mi now hear mi know, coulda know
Dem get mi roti, slew dem wid Karate
Praise King Selassie him a di ancient monarchy
Now yuh get mi roti, slew dem wid Karate
Romp wid mi swor and mi first out a cock it
Do not get mi roti, slew dem wid karate
Hail rastafari him a di golden monarchy
Do not get mi roti, slew dem wid karate, slew dem karate, uh huh
Hail Selassie him a di ancient monarchy
How yuh feelin? Well I'm feelin hotty
Bun babylon because dem corrupt and dem naughty
Lion a roar, pull di dog dem out deh barky barky
Yo! Pop off mi sword and now dem face get marky marky
Somebody said war, Well! mi seh fi start it
Shouldn't rob di old woman har purse dung at di market
Shouldn't kill innocent pedestrian pon di streets weh dem a walk in
Coulda know, question mi haffi ask it
Mi turban dun hot and mi trouble dem start it
Man nuh fling right and dem face get darty darty
Yo, hey, ok, well!
Dem get mi roti so mi go slew dem wid Karate
Praise King Selassie him a di ancient monarchy
Do not get mi roti, mi slew dem wid karate, mi slew dem wid karate
Could ya know?
Yo! Feed di ghetto yute wid heritage yuh get di clum
Mek dem stop nyam di rubbish and stop nyam up sodom
Yo mi mek di riddim dat di yute dem coulda jump
Dis di ghetto yute yuh get brain kick outcome
Nuh disrespect anytime yuh come amongst
Show dem good ratitude and show dem love
Bun out di hate and yuh must bun out di grudge
And stop from shed di people, blood
Don't get mi roti, slew dem wid Karate
Hail King Selassie him a di ancient monarchy
So do not get mi roti, slew yuh wid karate, slew dem wid Karate
Yo, hey, well, do not get mi roti so mi go slew dem wid karate
Praise King Selassie him a di ancient monarchy
Now dem get mi roti coulda know dem get me roti
Coulda know dem get mi roti
So mi go so praise King Selassie him a di ancient monarchy
Yo! How yuh feelin? Well I'm feelin hotty
Mi bun up babylon because dem corrupt and dem naughty
Shouldn't rob di innocent yute dung at di market
Shouldn't kill innocent pedestrian pon di streets weh dem a walk in
True yah know corruption and nuff a dem go talk it
Well, dat's why lightenin haffi go spark it
Yo, King Selassie I, mi seh
Dem get mi roti, slew dem wid karate, shouldn't diss Selassie I, I yah I
Now dem get mi roti, could yah know could yah know
Mi see dem get mi roti, uh huh

Does anyone know what song these lyrics are from???????


"I travel like a two two bullet,
throughout ya box
rep to the fullest
Queens bridge represent"

I'm thinking Mobb Deep, but I cant find the track.

One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don’t lie
Bitch, I’m not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the tooly
F-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I’m going at your collar
F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I’m a f-cking dope dealer
You’re a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, to f-ck around and pop ya
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don’t pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you’re scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don’t be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
I’m a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n’ my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop that Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I’m just saying..
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches

Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains 'til things change
They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's
Stacks of mathematics to feed yo-asiatics
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses
Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me
Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity
Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary
Determinedly advance technology better than Germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah
From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn
From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious
Date back I go beyond, check the holy Qu'ran
To speeches at the Audobon, now we get our party on
So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue
They expectin the next testament, by the God
I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperone
Blast beat with saxophones one of the baddest rappers known
Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough enough to echo
When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man
And the whole mass was ran under one master plan
Since the world's metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin awkward but needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors
It'll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers, to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it
From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs
And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

"Take seven MCs and put 'em in a line
and add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
well it'll take seven more before I go for mine
now that 21 MCs ate up at the same time"

That is sick. Especially since he jacked that shit from Em

You're kidding, right?

Watchwww.youtube.com

My favorite is "If the fool and the wise man argue who can tell them apart, apparently the onlooker wasn't smart, he called the fool a fool by appearance and a fashionable man wise by image now think don't that limit? To think that the thought Is thoughtless regardless the clothes, the fool was the wiser for making the wise man bark, eyes get dark as the world sees a crying heart, and the feel feels different as the vibes get dark, forgetting love is like remembering someone you never knew, or believing that you could take your revenue, to heaven who sees the earth is a garden, it's amazing how the solution can worsen the problem like divorce is the future to some marriages, witness a terrorist bomb Iraqis till our heritage mental preparedness is needed, don't heed it believe it my nigga" artist-Proof song-shady

Am I missing something here? I never got the hype around these bars. Pretty basic IMO.

I'm not trying to discredit the R, dude is a legend. But I can think of a lot of shit he said that was doper. I dunno.

I second this.

As simple as it seems now, back in 86 those lines were flames

Digital Underground "Same Song" 2Pac verse:

Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls who used to frown, say I'm down, when I come around
Gas me and when they pass me, they used to diss me
Harrass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me
Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high
Same song can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy
(Claim the fame must have changed, now that we became strong)
I remain still the same (why Tu'?), cause it's the same song

From this verse I knew he was gonna make a name for himself.

You are absolutely correct! On my Cassette. I would rewind his verse over and over again. His flow was so smooth.

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Wow thats some sick bars.

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Wow thats some sick bars.

$h*t was wack. Didn't even rhyme.

I know right
These fake ass rappers claim g to have so.e sick bars or verses in rap song just rapping about so.e prophet healer bullshit.

I'm gonna make a YouTube video about how if u email me I'll get u pregnant if ur infertile or some shit.

To save ur marriage and b a happy family.

Even my family couldn’t foresee my success
What’s the point of talking about it when I wasn’t sure myself
Even my family approved me as a tough cookie
I’m the public enemy, the hyungs
Who benefited by slandering us
Every one of them had the taste of money
They say two things with one mouth
And head to the big companies
What you know about me?
You can’t control my shit
If you’re going to leave
Take back whatever you’ve said before
If you ask me how I’ve succeeded
I don’t really have an answer
But at least, I slept less and stayed active
Compared to you all to grow up

[Verse 2]
I’m still not sure about the secret to success
But I think I know the secret to failure
The secret is to play the fool just like you
And keep blabbing your mouth
But I wouldn’t live like that even if I had to die

[Chorus]
Gi give it to me
Money, honor, whatever it may be bring it to me
Fame flashlight
Gi give it to me (gi give it to me)
I don’t mind whatever it may be so bring it to me

[Verse 3]
I can’t live like a dog when I’m born to be a tiger
Pour me whatever you have
Liquor, money or honor
I never beg for it
Whatever you’re holding in your hands
I have no desire
I only do what I have to do
Law of jungle?
The political world within the word “success”

[Verse 4]
You guys keep going after each other’s throats
Yeah, right ass**** yeah
Yeah keep fighting
I don’t care if you keep
Digging your own grave or wasting yourself
So please continue living like that

[Verse 5]
Don’t touch me, don’t even put your hand on me
You might end up in a coffin
If you keep fooling around sloppily
One for the money and two for the show
Fame flash light gi give it to me

[Chorus]
Gi give it to me
Money, honor, whatever it may be bring it to me
Fame flash light
Gi give it to me (gi give it to me)
I don’t mind whatever it may be so bring it to me
- AgustD/Suga
BTS