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Best Rap Lyrics...

Just lookin to see what some of the other rap fans feel is the best lyrics they’ve heard.

Please, if you dont like rap, don’t post (that means you Zeb).
And refrain from posting some commercial bs rap like, it’s gettin hot in here. blech…

I’ll start us off…

“War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song” -GZA

“The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that’s heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none.” -Masta Killa

“Fart the farts, the farts he farted
I pick my nose cuz I’m retarted
Like El Duce says “smell my anal vapor”
And wipe my butt with your…”
“Face!”
“Toilet paper! Yo, watch the beat!”

“I’m on your case, I’m in your face
Kick you and your father back in place
Step up sucker, understand
Don’t you know,”

“I’m the man! I’m the man!
I’m bad! I’m so bad I should be in detention!
I’m the man!”

  • Anthrax, “I’m the man” (1987)

after years we have finally been awakened! the assualt was on. i got knocked to the ground by one shocked in an unorthodox form boxing, throwing an abnormal proportion of body blows, karate chows, and drops kicks. struggling deeper into the swamp. i grabbed my sword, the garlic, put it around my neck. saw that it was draining all their energy then with a swing. off with their heads! the gates slowly, mysteriously opened then curiously i mosied in with intensity, focusing on my objective. spiderwebs the size of king size beds…

cliffhanger–blackalicious

poor zeb, he’d like blackalicious…

“Gotta put that dick and them balls on the table if you ever gonna amount to shit.”

-Andre Nickatina

“This ain’t bout no rap song, its real life, can’t nobody tell you what gettin killed feel like. The trill is trill, the fake is fake, and they don’t make bulletproof vests for your face.”

Stat Quo - Problems

“Then start rammin the pine in her
Almost picker her up with those final grinds in her
So girls when we kiss and we cuddle
Ain’t no way to put it subtle
When I want the butthole”

Slick Rick-Da Art of Story telling

This one applies nicely to the weekend I just had :wink:

Sorry to not be right on the topic, but I think we really need to have another topic started:
“Wideguy–the hot chicks who check me out and what I do with them and to them”!

feel the love, bro?

I roll by with no engine
After I blow four in ya
One hand stand on top of yo’ Ninja…

-redman

Don’t know wtf he’s talking about but damn that was hyphy.

Damn, this is gonna be kinda long, but from one hip hop fan to another, here we go:

“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 is like astronomy
It aint all about economy
so the fact that all 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”
Binary Star-“Reality Check”

“I ain’t hardcore, I don’t pack a 9 millimeter
Most of y’all gangster rappers ain’t hardcore neither
Whoever get mad then I’m talkin 'bout you
Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew
Where I’m from, your reputation don’t mean jack
So what you pack gats and you sell fiend’s crack
You ain’t big time, my man
You ain’t no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time
Rhyme after rhyme it’s the same topic
What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects”
Binary Star-“Honest Expression”

“A whack emcee is something I could never be
That’s like growing dreadlocks while you taking chemotherapy
Theoretically pen and paper is the recipe
Alphabetically I’m coming after you like the letter V”
Binary Star-“KGB”

“Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away
So the streets can be safe for emcee’s to play
By the way, when i spit don’t get hit by a stray
Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae”
Benefit-“Proceed with Caution”

“I guess to America I’m a disaster
A slave that was destined to own his masters
Independent in every single sense of the word
I say what I want, you fuckin little sensitive herb
This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech
But now you want try to control the way that I speak
And O’Reilly you think that you a patriot?
You ain’t nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch
Fulla hatred, pressin a button trying to inject me
But I ain’t got no motherfuckin deal with Pepsi
No corporate sponser telling me what to do
Asking me to tone it down during the interview
Tryin’ to minimize the issue, but I’m keeping it large
I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge
Speakin is hard when you got strings attached”
Immortal Technique-“Freedom”

That’s only a few of my favorite lyrics. I love all of Binary Star’s stuff and Immortal Technique is just so freakin ill. I also like Canibus’ supposed “freestyles,” but I don’t like him too much. His voice and delivery is whack. But his lyrics are pretty sick.

So you found a ho that you like
But you can’t make a ho a housewife
When it all goes down you’re gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch but a dogg is a man’s best friend
So you found a ho that you like
But you can’t make a ho a housewife

Dre

Cappadonna’s flow on “Winter Warz” from Ghostface’s “Ironman” album.

I may be smoked out /but I’m never scoped out/cuz I’m too ill/represent Parkhill see my face on a 20-dolla bill
Cash it in - get 10 dollas back and a fat LP with Cappachino on the wax…

RZA’s tongue twister MC-ing on “4th Chamber” on GZA’s Liquid Swords album.

…can’t remember the lyrics - but the Wu-fiends out there know what I’m talking about…

“He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on walks with me
But don’t let them off the leash
Cause they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I’m end this with a sentence, in a sense it’s become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to
write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this pool Caressing a jewel
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sadly straining my neck into duels
Bobbing my head to keep cool
truth stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, isn’t useful in the council meeting
Achieving what you’re believing to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he’s exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be broken”

  • Eyedea “Pushing Buttons”

“We believe in maximum effect
[And absolutely] every single facet of the gem
[Including] {but} [not limited to the]
{Pursuit of truth} [which has been] {unduly}
[Smoothed over] {made soothing} [to those]
Who have been doing the polluting in fact
{We wrote some raps}
[Now I have here in my chest an outline]
{A list}, [a platform], {manifesto}, [a mandate]
From intro] {to outro}, it’s absolutely rock solid
From the {bottom to the top} and the [top to the bottom]
{Here’s a outlook}, and how it reads, [number one, Lateef]
{We don’t believe in other people thieving the ideas
That our cerebrums cultivate and create, but if you’re stealing them}
[Now that’s a calculated mistake]
{A combination infinite involving digitized code… you can’t break, point two:}
[We believe in unconditional control
Not under supervision of another operator] {so}
[What that means is our beliefs our boundaries shall all be balanced properly
Without restriction, limitation or revoke, Point three:]
{We don’t believe in you controlling we} [That’s point three]
{I’m not obligated to listen to shit that you’re telling me
That’s the type of thing that could lead to a felony, I don’t give a fuck
You yellin’ at me at the top of your lungs, you do it
Otherwise it isn’t gonna get done}, I hold the reins to my tongue
{And decide when to close and open the door}, the point four:”

  • Latyrx “8 point agenda”

That Latyrx track is amazing, two MC’s going back and forth on the same verse, each bracket {}, represents lyrics born or Lateef’s portion of the verse, respectively.

“I didn’t tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still
I’m scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I’m running a losing race
Your legs aren’t the only ones marked up How many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn’t have to write like I do,
Except I use paper instead of my body now; it’s something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it’s something in our blood that we share,
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn’t care
Hate and aggression must’ve made an impression on the little kid who stared,
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brotherdoing father figure 8’s
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it’s great sharing time now that dad’s gone,
But what’s with the choice of words?
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
I’m a bagabond who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know I can’t ask your mom what’s happening
You’ve got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironiccome to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you’re keeping your ass indoors
I’m asking for you to stick it out and see things through
You’re asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you”

-Sage Francis “Inherited Scars”

A song of regret to his sister who was into cutting herself with scissors.

[quote]sMorri wrote:
Just lookin to see what some of the other rap fans feel is the best lyrics they’ve heard.

Please, if you dont like rap, don’t post (that means you Zeb).
And refrain from posting some commercial bs rap like, it’s gettin hot in here. blech…

I’ll start us off…

“War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song” -GZA

“The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that’s heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none.” -Masta Killa

[/quote]

While you picked two great verses from two very good MC’s, I gotta pick another Wu, possibly the most sampled Wu ever…

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 forensics
I 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 -Inspectah Deck aka Rebel I.N.S.

another from him.

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 you see fall

Another of my Fav’s by what could possibly have been my favorite group before they went pop-ish.

It’s the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger
Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers
Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger
Complicated my style change I get stranger
Freak flows let opponents know
That I combat the stats and defeat the foes
Gots to get money kid you know how it goes
And I’m still livin’ fowl even stickin’ up hoes

second verse for him in the same song.

Somebody said you were looking for static G
Those who try to play me close could die tragically
I got a merciless flow that’s infatically fatal
That attacks the brain automatically
Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open
Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking
Dirty alone I never do what the pope says
I’m tryin’ to get money like Felipe Lopez
Hook

Junkyard JuJu from The Beatnuts. Song is “Get Funky”

I think that Slug is one of the best MCs to surface this decade. So, any Atmosphere, etc.

[quote]Now it’s an honor and I spell it with the ‘H’ I stole from heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
And I’m sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won’t be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won’t be laughing when the buses drag your brother’s flags into rags
You won’t be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won’t be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I’m impressed
So I triple knot them then I forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down[/quote]

Or Necro if you can stomach it:

[quote]You got to douche your puss ‘cause that shits stinky
My cum is screaming drink me
My cocks like a slinky, plus my pinky is kinky
Essentials through ya mental, Club Confidential
My fallace shoved in the mouth of Yentle equals crazy potential
How ‘bout I tear apart the vagina of Asia Carrera
Shockin’ Asia, how ‘bout I shove my cock into Asia
From glamour pj’s, she used to give me bj’s
That bitch was tight, I sliced her panties off with a kitchen knife
What’chu do to your tits?
Had the silicone implant em’, enlarge em’, reduce em’
Now them shits look like the gruesome two-some
No jive’in, I’m down with muff divin’ at a drive-in
I’ll make a piggy a treat you like a slut from galigula
With some canibus and teeth for my flesh
Cleaver’ll be rippin’ to pieces the trashy beaver a diva
My phone sex, will have you fucking your reciever
Through sex phone ads, I got sluts sucking my gonads
Your tits are so big you could call the ones on Dolly small
Suck them shits, C-cups bigger than fuckin’ volleyballs
For me to grab my meat and beat it
No credit cards needed, my cock’s a frank for they heat it
Hungry hooker here eat it![/quote]

Here’s a shoutcast mp3 stream with a good sample of the songs referred to in this thread…along with some other surprises. :wink:

http://yp.shoutcast.com/sbin/shoutcast-playlist.pls?rn=190216&file=filename.pls

-soup

[quote]sMorri wrote:
Just lookin to see what some of the other rap fans feel is the best lyrics they’ve heard.

Please, if you dont like rap, don’t post (that means you Zeb).
And refrain from posting some commercial bs rap like, it’s gettin hot in here. blech…

I’ll start us off…

“War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song” -GZA

“The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that’s heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none.” -Masta Killa

[/quote]

Wasn’t going to post. But…I was informed that some newbie was telling me not to post so I decided to post.

Hi sMorri…I might come back later with another post. The next one might be critical of rap, then again it might not be. Bye for now :slight_smile:

saul williams

an emcee told a crowd of hundreds to put their hands in the air
an armed robber stepped to a bank and told everyone to put their hands in
the air
a Christian minister gives his benediction while the congregation hold
their hands in the air
love the image of the happy Buddha with his hands in the air
hands up if you’re confused, define tomorrow
your belief system ain’t louder than my car system
nigga walked down my block with his rotwiler, a subwoofer on a leash
each one teach one
the DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind
I can’t front on it
my head nods as if to clear the last image from an etch-a-sketch
something like Rakim said- I could quote any emcee, but why should I?
how would it benefit me? karmic repercussions
are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions?
suddenly, the ground shivers and quakes
a newborn startles and wakes
her mother rushes to her bed side to hold her to her breast
milk of sustenance heals and nourishes
from the depths of creation life still flourishes
yet we focus on death and destruction, violence, corruption
my people, let pharaoh go
what have you bought into? how much will it cost to buy you out?
what have you bought into? how much will it cost to buy you out?
what have you bought into? how much will it cost to buy you out?

penny for a thought!

Yo prepare for the worst
This next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then Skittles when I’m digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet
with “No Fear,” like them clothes white boys be wearin
I’m tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain’t a party I couldn’t rock, believe that
There ain’t a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I’m strong, my word is Bond like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they ‘week’ like seven days
MC’s run away when I kick it; they act so chicken
they should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style’s radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley’s Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I’m raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I’m twenty-five
CANIBUS-Buchingham palace

Big L be lightin’ niggas like incense
Gettin’ men lynched to win tits
I’m killin’ infants for ten cents
Cause I’m a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don’t even speak English
I’m makin’ ducks shed much tears
I buck queers
I don’t have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
I’m grabbin’ brews takin’ fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you you’re gonna get scared next
And if ya squad flex
I’m lettin’ off like Bernard Getts
A tech nine is my utensil
Fillin’ niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I’m known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be fuckin’ with more keys than a janitor
BIG L-Da graveyard

[quote]ZEB wrote:
Wasn’t going to post. But…I was informed that some newbie was telling me not to post so I decided to post.

Hi sMorri…I might come back later with another post. The next one might be critical of rap, then again it might not be. Bye for now :slight_smile:
[/quote]

I was just waiting for this.

sMorri - evidently you have no idea who you are dealing with wrt ZEB.

Sick 'em, old man.