Whats the best rap lyrics you have heard?

[Drunkfux]

psycho realm - sick dogs

 

CHORUS (x1)

Sick dogs collide with your stride

Break them off a left and then right

Fight all over these streets

'Till I meet defeat I'm with these

Blocks that rock so many

Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes

Inside circles

Attacking like packs of real sick dogs

Running wild, crazy

Sick in the head get out of hand daily

Sick dogs got one screw missing

Are you a pel髇 psyclone on a mission?

Sick dogs we run deep creep come up while you sleep

The strong pray on the weak drop your heat

And protect yourself defend yourself stop the shoot up

Tatted down saying fuck the jura you're a sick dog

 

Running right through your city of sin

Look alive as we all fall in

Some might fall when the circle spins

And who knows when the show will end

Look at you throw against somebody

Run around and around fighting

Hand to hand combat is starting

And you with no combat skills are falling

For real you know we get down

In sick-ass world downtown killing fields

Learn soldier grills

Fuck'em all up on the street real quick but don't kill

Ill mutha-fuckas will make you feel that fear

Hold still

Some might stand and some might fall

What kind of man are you? We're sick dogs

 

CHORUS (x1)

 

Dance of the dead results in code red

Fatal blows to your whole head

City troops are sent and violently

Answer calls but they're all scared

Beware of the cold hard stare

Of a sick-ass man who ain't all there

I dare the dogs of law

To come inside my world they all fall

I lead the rest of the pack

And send them on commands of attack

Once you run there's no way back

And we can't let you go fuck that

Don't spare the lives of enemies

On these war frontlines they all die

War pigs and us don't mix

Watch'em all drop in the pit

[Drunkfux]

In the Comission, you ask for permission to hit 'em

He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him

You heard of us, the murderous, most shady

Been on the low lately, the feds hate me

The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant

You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin

Duct tapin, your fam destiny

lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)

Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh)

Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)

And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)

Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)

action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)

And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)

Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)

Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)

Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)

Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit

Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)

You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone

Hold hands and say it like me

The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic

Graphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic"

"Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)

See me, only me (yeah, I see you)

The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)

Truly yours, Frank White

 

We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)

The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)

Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us

P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (that's my name)

I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)

No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)

Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)

Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe

Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch

Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)

Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)

Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)

The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)

Business wise, I play men

Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)

You screamin, I position, competition

Another day in the life of the Comission

 

yeahh

[hatetown]

im going going

back back

to cali cali

[Porcelain]

UNIVERSAL TRUTH IS NOT MEASURED IN MASS APPEAL.

 

-Immortal Technique

[Mercer]

I'm an addict for sneakaz

20's of budah

and bitches with beepaz

In the streets I can Greet cha

About blunts I theach cha

Inhale Deep

Like the words on my breath

I never sleep

Cause sleep is the cousin of death

[T ReXXX]

"I make sense now, I make dollars later..."

 

C-Rayz Walz. One of the best.

[IrishCarBombs]

About to OD, anybody that know me

Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03

Nahh. More like '99

No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime

Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around

Or 2pac without Humpty around

Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song

Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"

Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em

I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em

Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit

Canibus, no album out before the L shit

Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke

Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost

I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game

Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name

On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit

Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit

Rappers don't need trouble with I

Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I

Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"

If they any less common, don't put 'em before me

[Ferris Bueller]

CHILL WHILE I'M CHASIN MILLIONS

I'M A BALLER THAT'LL MERK YOU LIKE JAYSON WILLIAMS

(KILLA!)

 

-CAM'RON

[nincompoop]

NMONIC - thebodyclock

coz everyday has a dream and another excuse

to break loose and runaway

escape to the neon fires where shadows play

[john_gacy]

let me hit it from the back girl, I won't catch a hernia

bust off on your couch, now you got Sieman's furniture

[CALIgula]

About to OD, anybody that know me

Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03

Nahh. More like '99

No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime

Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around

Or 2pac without Humpty around

Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song

Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"

Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em

I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em

Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit

Canibus, no album out before the L shit

Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke

Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost

I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game

Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name

On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit

Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit

Rappers don't need trouble with I

Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I

Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"

If they any less common, don't put 'em before me

 

damn that was pretty real...who lyrics are these?

[Vanity]

from Big L's 'Represent'

 

I actually had to type these out, no paste :(

 

Yo, On the mic, it's Big L!

That brother who kick's flav, god....

known for sending garbage MC's to the graveyard.

I pack a gat, not a slingshot.

Step to this, and get a ass-whooping like Rodney King got,

Or get beat beat to your death like Cochese (?),

My laws is no peace,

Fuck the Po-lice!

MC's be bragging about cash they collect,

but them chumps is like Ray Charles,

'cause they ain't seen no money yet.

Trash rappers, I tax and spunk.

I be wettin' niggas up like water rides and act some punk (?).

A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny, son.

So I got money, dun.

I wet him and his honeybun.

 

Here's where it gets good:

 

'Cause phony faggots, I froze.

It's a fact. I flip fast on foes

with fabulous, fantastic flows.

L is the rebel type.

I'm rough as a metal pipe.

Fuck a Benz,

'cause I can pull skins on a pedal bike,

 

Props, I got the most.

No MC comes close.

Coast to Coast, Show's the host.

Flows, I roast.

Adios.

I'm ghost.

[Vanity]

oh, and cali.. that's joe budden.

[itsallafarce]

im the sort of guy that cook ya family food for dinner, then make ya daughter cry when she wakes up wit some fingaz in her! -xaul zan

 

yall think im kiddin

it's no big thing

what i seen made my heart hurt,stomach turn,teeth cringe spine tingle ribs sting

when i noticed the swoosh symbol is nothin but a whip in mid swing....-sage francis

[cisone]

i got 7 mac 11's, about 8 38's, 9 9's, 10 mac 10's, the shit never ends, you cant touch my riches, even if u had mc hammer and them 357 bitches. biggie smalls, the mallionaire the mansion the yacht, the two weed spots and two hot glocks. thats how i got the weed spot, i shot dred in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread. little gotti got the shotty to your body, so dont resist, or you might miss christmas. i tote guns, i make numbers runs, i give mc's the runs drippin, when i throw my clip in the ak, i sway from far away, everybody hit the D E C K. my slow flows remarkable, peace to mateo, now we smoke weed like tony montano sniffed the yayo, thats crazy blunts, mad hells before sick cells from the avenue to jail cells, oh my god im droppin shit like a pigeon, i hope your listenin, smackin babies at they cristenins.

 

-Biggie Smalls (hip hop wars *freestyle)

 

*fuckin burned pac in comparison, crazy shit...

[cisone]

wow, i totally forgot to even set that up in bars...ha, puttin that tree down... that took me like 10 min at least to type up to...haha. i wana go to bed, but i cant get up...haha, dam, im swoll...

[-TORN-]

Alphabetical Slaughter

 

 

Dont hate.

[shaolinmasta]

[Pastor Troy]

Im gon represent where Im from

In the back of the club my tommy gun

Though when I chill

Fuckin burn one

Leave up out the club it's me little Jon

Ballin in the Benzes

Switchin up lanes

Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine

All white fuckin S fucking six

Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich

My whole click ready to bust some heads

Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared

Pastor Troy mother fucker

You know the routine

Represent for the home team

Throw it up

 

maybe not the best lyrics but the way he delivers it is on point

[hatetown]

it dont matter if she black or she white

 

its all pink up inside

 

 

- Coughee Brothaz - On The Road

[WorldBench]

ha made you look,

you just a slave to a page in my rhyme book

[del_paso_killa]

WHANE

 

 

Can I kick my story to y'all, my glory and god, my faith and my flow

I pray that I go Where no other rapper has

And where your rapping as vivid as I and limit is the sky so I

Study B.I., I bang Tupac, I hum Aliyah and soulja slim was a leader

[Lightin' Up My lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

 

Who am I, not to follow greatness, I give these M.C. hell like they all athiests

Tell them hating niggas one like the end of matrix

And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets

I'm gonna keep the paper running like a pair of ace's

Used to sport the gucci boots nigga no laces

Stripe polo, five pocket girbaud,

Mama got a too tired of rocking doe low

I used too have the starter jacket with the logo

And a hat, me myself had the N.O.

Thats the Saint's nigga

[IrishCarBombs]

thiss shit is better then dances with the devil

posted these in another thread.shit is deep,

pay attention to everything and read hard.

 

 

edit* i cut out the useless chorus

 

My name’s Derek

I’m from Queens, right there on Merrick

Raised off honesty, loyalty, good merits

Got a little sister and my pop just perished

And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish

Young when they bagged me

Seven in the can, it’s torture and I just did that for manslaughter

Odds was against me, murder in the second degree

Made it less cuz I gave ‘em a plea

It’s done passed, now a dude home tryna clean up his past

But all niggas know me for is the past

Though my mind’s always thinking how to pocket some cash

They know if something never sparked it’ll cock it and blast

Now I’m tryna live straight and get my act together

But my mom struggling, she putting scraps together

Long time ago when I wasn’t home she was cleaning my room

Cried when she found a gat in the dresser

Said no child of hers would have had that never

But with all the dirt I was doing, I felt like I had to protect her

I had to protect us

Instead of me selling crack forever

She rather me in ShopRite getting bags together

Past endeavors won’t allow me to get work, forced me to get work

On apps they ask if you ever been to jail

Like if I say yes you’ll hire me, nigga don’t lie to me

I got a little sister that’s nine, plus moms is chillin

With some new dude I think she’s feeling

But he don’t help with the bills and I’m back on the strip

So we don’t go broke, I’m back to this hammer that I have to tote

Stash you know, I’m killin ‘em

Only nigga on the ave with coke

Only man in the house I gotta bring in cash

And them two checks a month that mom get don’t last

Little Sally’s real young, she’s developing fast

Oh you thinking the same thing, it’s a hell of a task

Then they clip me, plain clothes, cops came to get me

But knew that I had mine on, threatened to hit me

And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant

They knew about it all, they said they had an informant

I’m back in the cage, the cell, with the apes in jail

Now I’m back in this 8x12

See I tried to live right, but society ain’t made for niggas to live right

So mommy just write, mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight

And I’ll be home real soon, don’t cry its aight

 

 

My name’s Sally

And I'm from Queens, I'm not happy

Dad passed away, mom remarried

Got a big bro, he's in jail

Mom said for “some things that he used to sell”

And I'm always with stepdad, his name’s Bo

And there’s some things about him that my mom don't know

And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty

And I'm really scared of him, he's already hit me

He touches me places, I don't like it

And I ain’t talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss

I mean touch me places that’s private

And he don't just touch, he put something inside it

He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it

Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet

Moms only wit 'em cause our money is low

I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old

And my mom’s in love so she makes excuses

But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises

Why stepdaddy gotta take me through this?

Help, somebody, I’m getting raped, I can’t do this

Nobody understands I'm weary

Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me

Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion

All the while moaning and pushing

You’se try to push him, he's getting bothered

You yell and you scream but he starts going harder

Trust me, it’s something you don't wanna be a part of

Cuz even when it's over, ya life it'll scar ya

Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad

Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat

He can tell I'm mad

But stepdaddy touched me, fucked me

You think that I can tell him that?

Bo called the cops on him, could I tell him that?

Yup, thought you’d agree so I keep it all to me

Baby on the way, and I'm not working

And I know it's his cuz I used to be a virgin

Derek says he’ll handle it, wipe my tears

He don't know, this is what it’s like for years

And it falls on deaf ears

Damn mommy please come home

Please mommy don’t leave us alone

Some secrets are hard to keep

Some secrets make it hard to sleep

And sleep is the only time I feel safe

Still the act haunts me

And I know that I'ma wake up with stepdaddy on me

 

 

My name's Bo

Got a chick named Pam that I live with

But she's always in church, real religious

I had a son, he was young, he was gifted

Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas

Three shots, close range with a hand gun

I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son

I knew when I pulled the mil out harder

And went on a manhunt just to kill their father

Derek and my boy had a mutual friend

And put me on, going, “What I gotta do for revenge?”

Derek's coming home now, and he's gonna get it

And I know he'll be looking for me with a biscuit

Not hard to find, got them techs in handy

And I'm in his house having sex with his family

I got his mom on the bed and the canopy

And I'm with his sister molesting her candy

Now he know it all, his friend probably told him

And you can't hide nothing in a hood so small

 

But then it came Sunday, Bo ain’t have to work

Just humped on Sally, Pam is in church

Derek bust in, Bo just froze

White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes

Screams, "Get ready for your funeral, Bo!"

And then he reached to his hip and let a few of ‘em go

Cuz he's packing, but Sally starts gasping

Holding her stomach, I guess she started having contractions

Bo grabbed his, now they both got heat, just gunning

Both ignoring the seed that's coming

Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out, “Stop!"

Holes in the wall, now the scene's getting hot

Next thirty seconds all that’s seen is the cops

Yellow tape up, now the scene's getting blocked

Barricades up, yup, you already know y'all

Ambulance there, street full of patrol cars

Cops on the megaphone, "Come down now!"

But it all calmed down somehow

Bo comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms

Derek comes down, little Sally in his arms

She had nothing to say, she was hit by a stray

Shots done ricocheted, cops take ‘em away

And now some niggas miss him

But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally

Nah it was the dumb niggas wit ‘em

When we gon learn to treat our people sacred?

In some type of way, kid, we all related

When we gon grow and get rid of the hatred?

But this shit happens on a regular basis

This shit happens on a regular basis

This type of shit happens every day kid

[Porcelain]

I CAN MAKE A MIL SAYING NOTHING ON A TRACK

[Vanity]

I went from hoes, to ladies,

saying no, to maybe.

 

-FT

[KM4RT]

Coke and wet, bitch,

Guns, nigga, holla!

[Elorock]

I love you like the pharaoh loved joseph, the jews loved moses,

like a man bent down on one knee before he proposes.

Express the face of abraham about to slay isaac,

with the patience of daniel in the lions den with closed eyelids.

You'll never know...

 

-RZA

[T ReXXX]

"Im like Donkey Kong..I got you niggas dodging my barrells."

 

Celph Titled.

[T ReXXX]

"Its funny how on the block niggas will kill you for cash,

but never raise up the gun,

to cry out 'freedom at last.'

The cold war is over,

but the world is still gettin colder.

Atlas, walking through the projects

with the hood on my shoulders..."

[After School Special]

Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe

Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock

Super Man Dat Hoe

Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop

Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock

Jocking On Them Haterz Man

When I Do Dat Soulja Boy

I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance

[twinky the kid]

you can touch this?