Whats the best rap lyrics you have heard?

[Tomfoolery]

yo ....

[KINGSHITOFFUCKMOUNTAIN]

Aiyo I even kill handicapped and crippled bitches - look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes

[swordfish meatloaf]

"after i fucks i piss cum"

-prodigy (H.N.I.C. 1)

[pay2learn138]

o so yall like it simple....

 

 

i want you to always love me

the same way i love you

 

O

 

mr. perfect

[Tomfoolery]

the mind tricks the body

body thinks the minds crazy

[sayWORD?]

i think it goes like

 

im known for dumping bodies in lakes and ditches'

and if i catch aids then ima start rapin bitches

 

its i be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches.

 

i quoted that a page back.

cmon son.

 

this is quickly becoming a big L lyrical appreciation thread:

 

yo one hot summer night after ballin hard/

i went to the phone booth with my calling card/

and called up joelle, yea you know L/

i told her come to the crib, yo motherfuck a hotel/

she said she was gonna come at ten/

the bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend/

you know im not a rude brother yo/

but i let joelle in and slammed the door on that other hoe/

so we was sittin in the living room, kickin it/

and all i thought about was stickin it/

she was mean, because you know i wouldnt fuck wit a sleazy hoe/

yo, we was coolin, watchin some tv show/

i was crackin sex jokes, tryna get the puss/

and this bitch be slippin scripts, beatin round the bush/

talkin bout rhyme for me L, man fuck rhymin/

cause my dick is hard enough to cut diamonds/

i said i hope you aint tryna dick tease/

ayo, cause big L's quick to tell a bitch leave/

ayo, my game started fuckin wit her head soon/

next thing you know we went straight to the bedroom/

i knocked the boots from new york to santa fe/

and that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray/

i caught a cab on 139 and Lenox/

ayo i took it to the neighbourhood clinic/

because she gave me ghonnerea/

yo ima kill that bitch the next time that i see her/

 

i shoulda used a rubber before i went up in it/

and then my monkey ass wouldnt be sittin in a clinic/

 

and props for L's outro on this track:

 

who you tellin man? these bitches nowadays have a nigga dick drippin lava. nawmsayin? yo these bitches be givin niggas balls a heat rash or somethin man. ayo fuckin these hoes without a rubber nowadays is like bungee jumpin wit the cord around your neck. thats like playin russian roulette withe a shotgun.

[Big Teetas]

This is how we chill, from 93, till...

[Slappy]

"i’ll crash that fuckin’ airplane that that faggot nigga b.o.b is in

and stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

and won’t stop until the cops come in"

[ThaOnlyG]

Ain't nothing change but the weather

And the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle

You can ride, but hey man watch my leather

Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic

Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic

Spitta in them Monstabeats radioactive, I don't kick it with no rappers

They be hustling backwards

Like the jeans on criss cross, who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin?

Pen lyrics on back on these napkins

Zoned out in a first class cabin -Spitta

[..romero..]

FEDS IN TOWN-UGK

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

A bad day for the niggaz in my click

I just got had a call from a bitch at the PA P.D. that's on my dick

It's seems the drug situation is so to' up

in po town the fuckin DEA had to show up

I got shit sewed up so the 99 can't hassle me

Now, they gots the muthafuckin feds to come and wrastle me

And throw my game in a suplex

They got my 2 best workers on secret indictments now whos next

Word on the streets is that they rollin

In Dynasties..IROCs...and Caravans and muthafuckas is holdin

Like paper stacks and a rubberband

pull an all out attack on your local bird slangin brothaman

And fiend servin is slow as fuck

Cause my niggaz is nervous

and if they even think they see five-o, they duck!

So now, instead of rollin thick, niggaz is happy with a frown

Cause, the motherfuckin feds in town

 

Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade

I don't need no shit with these bitch-made

No more clownin in this town bro

No high-cappin in the clubs, I gots to play it on a down-low

I took my thangs off my buick and yall know I aint love that

Rollin on some white walls and hubcaps

And even though I got long mail

No more French manicures bitch, you gotsta do yo own nails

I told my niggaz to make sure that all they shit was tight

Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night

Tryin to run all kind of game

So, put y'all motherfuckin cars and yall cribs in yall momma's name

I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it

Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it

Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in this place

If I catch a fuckin case -- when the feds in town

 

God damn, it's been two motherfuckin months

Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve

These hoes act like they ain't go never leave!

That shit is funky like a black skunk

Fuck all this waitin man, it's time to get this motherfucker back crunk!

I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click

Got two birds, and reopen my lab back up

And told my boys, "If a nigga looks crazy, blasts his ass in his eye,

Don't give him a chance to identify!"

And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform that

If your gal is pregnant, you ain't gon live to see your child be born

I'm blastin laws at random, cause I believe it's time i hand 'em

slugs to the dome man - God damn em

I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet

So, y'all hoes can't find me

Y'all better try to blind me

And remind me of the jail time

CAUSE IN MY YARD IS A BIG ASS - I GOT YEL SIGN!!!

It's time for TONY MONTANA stacks

I got niggaz on the corner holdin big ass coffee cans of crack

fillin up Texas with that rock up

So, if y'all thinkin bout checkin

My fool come runnin with your glock up

Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip

To my last slug

Before you take me for my damn drugs

So, we can have it all night, fight

Cause bitch, I'm ready to die for my type life

when the feds in town

 

 

 

on that texas shit til death...

[KILLUMINATI666]

I TOOK A PICTURE OF MY DICK N SEND IT AS A GIFT

GUCCI CRAZY

[brothhalynch]

livin with that triple six learn to fuck the devil in his mouth and fuck the shit out of his bitch

and i admit my brain is kinda sic

[Akrisone]

Now with the A.K. I slay from far away, everybody hit the D.e.c.k.

[CannahMontana]

"bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch" -kurrupt from the dog pound

 

"every word i utter for hip hop lovers will reflect forever like 2 mirrors facing each other" - Canibus

 

"ass ass titties titties, ass and titties" -DJ Assault

 

"Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia" -Ghostface

 

ghostface didnt say that, raekwon did

[sayWORD?]

Now with the A.K. I slay from far away, everybody hit the D.e.c.k.

 

when i throw the clip in the AK i slay from far away, everybody hit the D E C K/

my slow flows remarkable, peace to mateo, now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the yayo/

thats crazy blunts, mad L's, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells/

oh my god im droppin shit like a pigeon, i hope ya listenin, smackin babies at they christenin/

[sayWORD?]

bah :rolleyes:

 

this whole song:

 

 

but i gotta shout my nigs cappadonna on this one:

 

you might see me in a 6, that's not my style/ you might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child/ i be in the benzo, keep a low profile/ dead serious, take flicks and don't smile/ tryna get money, yall cats is wild/ i pose for the clothes, make a song like wow/ im a chip off the board game/ got sword game, live life like the fullest, still want more fame/ thoughts on layaway, beats on stand-by/ outfits pressed up, ready for airtime/

[sayWORD?]

Mobb Deep w/ Q-Tip

Drink Away the Pain

 

Prodigy

 

I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J

Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray

Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold

Last name was Ide's and the first name Old

But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy

We split apart and now I met this new trick Dany

Now me and Dany, we been together ever since

Our love combines to form a science, what is this

I bust a cherry, took her virginity in ninety-one

Now that she's open everybody want to tap somethin

Go get your own don't make me have to fuckin clap somethin

I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin

So love you Dany more than livin itself

Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health

When I go pick her up they tell me put her back on the shelf

They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth

But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany

You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady

Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two

Actin like she forty, she said all I need is a man to support me

Besides, you from the 41st side of things

and Queensbridge niggaz be actin like they kings

Pushin Lexus' wearin fat diamond rings

My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational

The 12th street crew move back when we come through

 

favorite verse/song!!!:)

 

bumped from page one.

 

[ReackOne]

First verse from Ultramagnetic MC's-Critical Beatdown. Old School flavaaaaa :)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfMwjl2ydm0

 

Well I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic

I clear static, breakin up traffic

Move, while I enter the groove

I'm on top, and happy to prove

to wack MC's who claim to be better than

No way I'm frankly more clever than

all of you, each and every one, my son

Pay close attention

I take your brain to another dimension

Hold it, mold it, shape it

You got a knife, yes I wanna scrape it

up and down, sideways, any way I can

be rude to you

But I'll rap and be crude to you

And eat up, toy ducks I beat up

I am the oven your brains I wanna heat up

Mega, supersonic degrees

I come around, roastin MC's

with fire, to burn the toy liar

Raw meat, turn the flame higher

Cook it, like a fish I'll hook it

For any beat, it's time that I took it

right, correctly to the top

with the rhythm and as your head bop

I'm hype, for the critical beatdown!

[Slappy]

First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer

Breakin' his back, chisel necks for the answer

Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power

Equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex

With power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze

Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants

More ways to blow blood cells in your face

React with four bombs and six fire missiles

Armed with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols

You may not believe, livin' on the Earth planet

My skin is green and silver, warhead lookin' mean

Astronauts get played, tough like the ukelele

As I move in rockets, overriding, levels

Nothing's aware, same data, same system

[sayWORD?]

i love pun my dude.

shit was posted a few pages back.

 

but whatevz, no hate intended.

[Lewis and Clark]

vocabulary is so nessacary when diggin into my library

 

it aint how much you make but how much you spend

 

who shot biggie smalls if we dont get them they gonna get us all

[swordfish meatloaf]

[BlakeVanhorn]

Yo, wassup now we back on the streets

We fresh in dis hood and we performin these beats

Making up rhymes, then letting them go

Then we goin coast to coast like we're fuckin locomotives

And my motive, in case you're wonderin

Is to become a sensation and to not be blunderin

And my goal is to become a mega star someday

For for now I'm a flaming ball of heat tryin to make a sunny day (day)

And I'm gonna make you pay

Just as soon as my foot touches down in L.A

You'll be beggin for mercy, yeah I wont consider it

And it's funny you wont know this because you're illiterate.



Made by Me.

[injury]

Yo, wassup now we back on the streets

We fresh in dis hood and we performin these beats

Making up rhymes, then letting them go

Then we goin coast to coast like we're fuckin locomotives

And my motive, in case you're wonderin

Is to become a sensation and to not be blunderin

And my goal is to become a mega star someday

For for now I'm a flaming ball of heat tryin to make a sunny day (day)

And I'm gonna make you pay

Just as soon as my foot touches down in L.A

You'll be beggin for mercy, yeah I wont consider it

And it's funny you wont know this because you're illiterate.



Made by Me.

 

 

did you really write these man?

do you have a soundcloud?

 

i have a friend whos a promoter he might be able to hook you up in a few DC venues.

[massgraff]

i usually drop lines from the best verses i've ever heard around the oontz in random threads but i'll add some here.

 

It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people

We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico

We read 'em and see 'em for what they are

Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star

I'm up to par, my game is in a smash

With half a million in the stash

Passport with the gas, first name and last

Ask anybody if my men are rowdy

Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably

I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related

If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it

I hate the fact that I'm the last edition

Probably a stash magician

Could of went to college and been a mathematician

Bad decisions kept me out the game

Now I'm strickly out for cream

Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream

My team's the meanest thing you ever seen

Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine

I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive

Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5

So be advised, the streets is full of surprises

It's not what crew's the livest

One that survive is who's the wisest

 

whole song is dope but the last verse takes it.

[massgraff]

don't know how you could mention cappadonna without his vese off of winter warz

 

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

[you can microwave bacon]

Yo, wassup now we back on the streets

We fresh in dis hood and we performin these beats

Making up rhymes, then letting them go

Then we goin coast to coast like we're fuckin locomotives

And my motive, in case you're wonderin

Is to become a sensation and to not be blunderin

And my goal is to become a mega star someday

For for now I'm a flaming ball of heat tryin to make a sunny day (day)

And I'm gonna make you pay

Just as soon as my foot touches down in L.A

You'll be beggin for mercy, yeah I wont consider it

And it's funny you wont know this because you're illiterate.



Made by Me.

 

 

 

 

 

i also loled hard when i quoted and realized how much unnecessary effort went into the coding of that hahahahahah

[Realism]

Go

 

Locomotives

[tae]

What up,

To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up

And keep your shirt on, at least a button up

Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?

Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales

 

This guy. Had the good fortune to meet him a few weeks ago. cool motherfucker

[massgraff]

ol dirty's second verse on rawhide.