Best Rap Lyrics...

Basically anything by Tu Pac rules but this one has a special place for me

Artist: 2Pac *
Album: Until the End of Time *
Song: Until the End of Time
Typed by: ja_rule@lowrider.com

    • Chorus sung by RL on (Disc One), Richard Page on (Disc Two)

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be - through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you could run to me when you need and I’ll never leave
Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see
It’s a small thang to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he’d do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin up call the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it’s clear I’ll always be the same
Until the end of time

[Chorus]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
So you know, I don’t hang around the house much
This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean
Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it’s back to coastin
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain’t trippin I’m a player I ain’t sweatin him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin the only thing I did good was scrappin
Until the end of time

[Chorus] - 2X

[2Pac]
Now who’s to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an Outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminatin easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don’t freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead I’ll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast Outlaw
Another album out, that’s what I’m about, more
Gettin raw 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]

Anything by Atmosphere and Sage Francis.

Anything by Tupac. No questions asked.

Malice from Clipse
Comedy Central Verse 1

Say dog, let’s not get involved
You don’t wanna tango, I’ll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a chrome fo’, that’ll lock ya legs
And you can’t move, I roll big and I can’t lose
They watch so hard ain’t nothin’ I do, that ain’t news
Carry it like I’m a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
I’ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
I’m known in the streets on the account, I know coke
And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
But that don’t stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo’ cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin’
Cause it got us singing lullaby’s, to our fallin’
Tonight friend, until we meet again
But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
I never front, like I’m something I’m not
Well being broke well that’s just, somethin’ I’m not
Y’all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they’d kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn’t take me in the CL, that’s way too much
And I’m too gone, y’all niggas can talk on

i love that last line

“D**k on her nose, now she’s cock-eyed”

-Killa Cam

NOTORIOUS BIG LYRICS

“Juicy”

[Intro:]

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I’d never amount to nothin’, to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin’ in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin’ to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I’m sayin’?

Uh-ha, it’s all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock ‘til my tape popped
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I’m in the limelight ‘cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good

Uh, and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who you are
Don’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty

[Verse Two:]

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I’m far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters ‘cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff
I was too used to packin’ gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin’ life without fear
Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it’s still all good

Uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga

[Verse Three:]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G’s flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin’
Celebratin’ every day, no more public housin’
Thinkin’ back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac’ with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it’s all…

(It’s all good)

…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga
Uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh

Representin’ B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight

My most favorite line ever…
“So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too,
tell’em Biggie took it what the fuck he gonna do!”
Notorious BIG, Gimme The Loot

Fuck BIG and JAY Z. PAC will always be on hit, he is the legend. props to NAS, LOX, Talib, Snoop.

I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can’t breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
I’m having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn’t miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I’m walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I’d rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There’s a ghetto up in Heaven and it’s ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male’s trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it’s
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me

9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the ‘burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I’m legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver
Criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I’m infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I’m deceased
Will be another moment ballin’ as a ‘G’
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
untill the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

Bury me smilin’
with G’s in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don’t get in
tell all my people i’m a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on…

Not a newbie, Zeb. I just changed my name. Please return to doing chins and praying to Jeebus W. Bush.

[quote]ZEB wrote:
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

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]

[quote]rainjack wrote:
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:

I was just waiting for this.

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

Sick 'em, old man.[/quote]

Rain,

I’ve been around a few years, I know Zeb and his act is tired. Same old bla bla I hate rap/gays/liberals/anything produced post 1933 bla bla.

Here’s one for you Jigga fans…

“I’m like fuck Zeb, you can kiss my whole ass hole, if you dont like my posts you can press fast forward.”

[quote]sMorri wrote:
Here’s one for you Jigga fans…

“I’m like fuck Zeb, you can kiss my whole ass hole, if you dont like my posts you can press fast forward.”[/quote]

I can see where this is going. You’ve opened up a can of worms bigger than you can imagine. Now all the anti-ZEBs are going to come out of the woodwork to write naughty freestyles about him and G.W.Bush.

[quote]sMorri wrote:
Here’s one for you Jigga fans…

“I’m like fuck Zeb, you can kiss my whole ass hole, if you dont like my posts you can press fast forward.”[/quote]

sMori:

Here’s one back at ya…

“talkin trash don’t make you a man You missed that by a very big span Your a little boy just playin the game And all your posts are readin lame Better step aside fore you get in deeper cause Zebs got ur number and he’s gonna keep it!”

(LOL-let’s do more this is fun)

white boy on the corner list’nin’ to rap
thinkin he’s cool maybe thinkin he’s black
got chains and ink got a million watt blaster but he really don’t get it never saw his sister smokin crack up on her back while some fat old dude is payin so he has her

“Crucifiction ain’t no fiction… so called chosen-frozen, apologies made to whoever it pleazes, still they got me like Jesus…”

Chuck D of Public Enemy

You are 188lbs and calling me a little boy HAHAHAHA.

“Thats why I can only do chin-ups,
I’m thin, I’m weak,
That’s why I can only do chin-up,
I’m thin, I’m weak.
Yo, I go outta my mind, one chin at a time,
You never saw a body as weak as mine,
You better get rid of those weights, they ain’t gonna help,
What good they gonna do against a man who prays to himself?”

Zeb you know I love you man…but this is quickly turning into the lamest battle/thread I’ve ever encountered. As for that last post morris? I’ve heard cats fuck with more harmony than that.

[quote]ZEB wrote:

Here’s one back at ya…

“talkin trash don’t make you a man You missed that by a very big span Your a little boy just playin the game And all your posts are readin lame Better step aside fore you get in deeper cause Zebs got ur number and he’s gonna keep it!”

(LOL-let’s do more this is fun)
[/quote]

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! You lay it down ZEB!
I hate to say it sMorri but you just got served. ZEB gets double points for any of his rhymes because A) he doesn’t listen to rap, and B) he’s like 50.

I just still can’t believe ZEB threw down like that. Granted it was shitty, but not really any shittier than sMorri.

A leaky faucet has more flow than you guys.

I wasn’t going to comment on the ZEB/sMorri bru-haha - but sMorri just got owned. By an old white guy!!!

If I were you I’d change my screen name again because you just ruined your current one.

E tu, Wideguy?

HAHAHA Never said I was a rapper.