I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock
It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Was that a test?
No what you hear is he's rappin to the beat.
HO-TEL MO-TEL HOLLIDAY INN!!!!
I’ve always thought this was a pretty good one:
real G's move in silence like lasagna
I don't get it. What is lasagna, here?
The "G" in "Lasagna" is silent
Except it's not really, because it changes how the N is pronounced
Gotcha, so it'd be "real g's are soft like lasagna"
Sure, but what does lasagna have to do with being silent?
It’s a metaphor.
The “g” is silent in the pronunciation of lasagna.
This gives the meaning that “real gangsters” operate silently.
OH! Wow did I whoosh myself there. Thanks for the friendly clarification!
They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Popping off the top of this esophagus Rocking this metropolis I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that perchance?
You can't just say "perchance".
...Steve. >.>
This was my first thought too lol
I like big butts and I cannot lie
Or
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung
Really that whole song is a masterpiece.
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns hon
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
fuckin magnets how do they work?
fuck tha police
On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I’m back where my brother went, that’s what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile. Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say?
-MF Doom, Doomsday
I really love the wordplay with his government name 'Dumile' having a double meaning of 'Doom'll lay'. There are a bunch of other MF Doom lyrics in contention for goat status, in my opinion.
"Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear, prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle, rookie year." -Great Day
DOOMS lyrics are insane.
I never listen to him myself, but everything I hear of his lyrics are genius on another level, I'm unsure anybody else can really compete, at least not as consistently
But more seriously, MF DOOM (RIP) is one of my favourite artists, but he's been covered in a few comments already. But one of my favourites from him is:
Getting paid like a biker with the best crank
Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank
I don't know if it's the best of all time, but I really enjoy this from Common ('Sixth Sense’):
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
Lil Wayne is a goddamn genius. That whole song, honestly.
Any couplet from Warren G's Regulate.
sixteen in the clip and one in the hole, nate dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left.
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
The Drop
[Intro]
Victor, a stranger to see you
Who that? Who that, who that?
[Verse: Viktor Vaughn]
If I'm not working or putting work in
I'm either wheeling and dealing, or probably jerkin my—
Yep—listening to nothing, taking no suggestions
Or destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
Rock a crowd in sections on a good night, the hoes fight
Always get the dough first then everything else goes right
At least that's what they say and who the fuck is they?
Make a hick say “what the hey?” brought that chick from sick bay
Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
Before he bust blast em, never trust no Cardassians
Captain’s log supplemental
The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal
On my cue, photon torpedo
Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
And so on for the street though, smoke a pound of leek though
I'm jokin on the fact that hip-hop has gone freakshow
Don't let the drama get you
In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger
Bitch niggas talk behind your back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O-stretcher
In that order: man, woman, son, daughter
The beat sound like they underwater, make it fun to slaughter
Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
Some shit sound like all you could do off it is river-dance
It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy
Doing deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
Nobody supposed to get bodied, golly!
This shit is like a folly 'bout to cold flip, probably
It's not me, he got ill spills knot in Brooknam
Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
While working on new developments for the book bomb
In one bad experiment, it blew and took a hooker arm ("Arm and leg")
BOW! look mom, no hand
Studied black magic for years out in no man's land
It's like a barbecue, all-swine cookout
To fuck up they plans like a blind man lookout
Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
Norbit, y'all better off going corporate
Nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid
There's no prints, he hold the mic with a mic glove
And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love
Like on top of the world loser keep it gully
Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly
It's why they brung V he still hungry
And spit something thick on the mic like a lungy
Mind ya daughter she on line for the water
To get lucky like when she find a quarter kinda sorta
Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?
He only came to save the game like a memory card
Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude
And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes
He said 24-7 I be on call
He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
Numbskulls.. get to stepping they dumb dull
And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull
Cats be like "what's wrong with your man black?"
Biohazard suit and Van Grack for the anthrax
Jeez and can't get no peace
Form blazin sword for the police robeast
Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report
And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought
You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses?
They couldn't bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses
It's like a friendly game of dodge ball
Oddball God y'all, who played the garage wall
With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace
And the brand new INF they ain't check the boy waist
You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped
Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
It's too much wreck hops
Who next to get they neck chopped
Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do
Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew
They out of place, beats sounds like outer space
With no time to waste he was Audi without a trace
And another classic:
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner" For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks
Viktor Vaughn, underrated MF DOOM side project
One for the money, two for the better green
3,4 Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
that's ecstatic
It drops deep as it does in my breath.
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
this.
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
Picture this
I'm a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
I just want the bread and baloney bundles to tuck away
I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
My love is like lightening.
It gives girls orgasms.
My dick is like an airplane.
It gives girls orgasms.
I’m the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff
I’m the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff
Another favorite of mine from him is:
I'm dangerous, like a fire in a nursing home
I’m the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff.
I’m the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff.
I’m the Indiana Jones of exploring crotch.
I’m the Shakespeare of enormous cock.
I’m the Helen Keller of having sex.
No, wait … that’s a bad example.
Why did my penis cross the road?
To get to the other ….
Vagina (what) … vagina (what) …
I want to have sex with your vagina (uhh)
Vagina (what) … vagina (what) …
E=MC Vagina
I’ve got a present for you right here.
Actually, it’s not a present …
It’s my penis and I like to call it The Spear
Cause spears are long and hard, just like my penis!
One for the money, two for the better green /
3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist
My iconoclastic rap shtick gets my jimmy waxed like chapstick
"I take seven kids from columbine, stand'em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it'll solve a problem of mine and that's a whole school of bully's shot up all at one time."
So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it's time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the "moral majority" by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.
Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.
PMRC shut down years before that album was released.
You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar
Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar
And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller
The fundamental forces were unified
We've no theory to describe that, though I've tried
Then the forces split and the universe was born
It was hotter then a priest watching kiddie porn
Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint
"Who's that peekin' in my window? Pow! Nobody now"
What good is takin' over
When we know what you gon' do?
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I'm sorry, Puff, but I don't give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain't mine—what's my name?
I seen his feet and they both lefty
He's only steppin half correctly
"Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily."
"Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy." - _Daylight_Aesop Rock
Biggie: "Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State" or "Now honeys play me close like butter play toast"
Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be
The game sour like a pickle be
"Luda, Jada and Nas // and our bullets give you a deep tissue massage // so here's a song and dance while I make these ends // you never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins."
"England is my city"
or
"Thats an awfully hot coffee pot"
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair.
X gon' give it to ya
Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own
X gon' deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop of stainless steel
There's an excellent greentext with that as the punchline.
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
They got the TV we got the truth;
They own the judges and we got the proof;
We got hella people they got helicopters;
They got the bombs and we got the- we got the-
Mom’s spaghetti
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
I put that pussy in a sarcophagus
Sure do two 22’s in my shoes
👑
I'll rip a tree out the ground
and flip it upside down
'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
I overheard my mother singing some song and a line about "getting more ass than a toilet seat"
I don't know what it's from but that is an immaculate lyric.
I was raised in the city...shitty..ever since i was an iddy biddy kiddy drinking liquor out my mama's tiddy.
Honey, check it out you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
I only wish I could find someone someday who will think of such romantic things to say to me...
Maybe I am the ballot in the box / the bullet in the gun / the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son and really that whole theme song.
“I used to drive a dinger with the dents in, now it’s pearlescent, and the bonnet got the vents in.” - (Bonnet = hood of a car)
Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin', still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballot's dead, so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' 'em
Swagger tighter then a yeast infection
Fly go hard like geese erection
Fashion patrol police detection
I stay tight like Chinese connection
Dr. Carter by Lil Wayne
Canibus has some good ones but this is my fave:
Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch
And gets forty dollars, includin' a five dollar tip
How big was the dick she just sucked?
(Say what?)
Say how big was the dick she just sucked?
(What?)
m tryin' to explain, baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands
Amazing reference game
I was riding with a friend who was playing some hip-hop back in early 2000s. This song was sexually explicit and had the line "bitch, eat my babies." As in telling the girl to swallow his load. I can never seem to find the song.
I just met this lil' bitch from Arcadia (oh-woah)
From the planet Nympho, eat my babies up, ooh
Her mothership got missions on my radius (oh-woah)
She captured me and left me in a state of awe, doom
Take me to your universe (yeah)
Take me to a time where everything reversed, ah, ooh
I just got this lil' bitch from Arcadia (oh-woah)
Intertwine ourselves until we facing our moon
Is this it? It's from the song "Arcadia" by the band MDMA.
Like watching 1000 lemmings plummet just because the first one slipped
There's smoke on my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids.
"All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day and put the pieces back together my way."
This was the lyric that hooked me in '01.
I start to think and then I sink into the paper, like I was ink / when I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines / I escape - when I finish the rhyme
Alone. Phone's unplugged. Ignoring calls even though no one does.
And I'm notorious, I'll crush you like a jelly bean - LL Cool J
Used to speak the King's En-ga-lish
But caught a rash on my lips, so now my chat just like dis
I don't fraternize with the ranking file
Ever drop a gasp for a General such as myself
That's sabotage!
"Going up to heaven on an escalator/ Cause they sent you to hell on an escalator"
Or maybe
"I look like a dick in my picture ID/ But also the pic isn't me. Hmm"
“I count lives, all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights, even when you're wrong
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone”
You think that you can amputate me?
I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we
We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see
You got to kill you if you wanna kill me
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation,
y'all still chase on, I'll replace on
If you don't recognize that truth and the one who spat it, gtfo this thread you poser ;)
And, perhaps, this lesser known
I rip rappers and take responsibility,
For makin' future hall of famers look third-rate,
Y'all are lost for words like,
Conversation on your worst first-date,
And raw beats creep through side streets,
Loose leaf notepads, that's where rhymes leak,
Punch-lines, man, don't even beg,
I got knee-slapping tracks, y'all cruisin' ya leg,
You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke,
You ain't worthy of being my secretary,
Man, that's a quote
If you do recognize that, well, you're just as fucking goofy as me, which ain't much, but it's better than nothing. But it's a pretty fucking tight set of lyrics.
Down for the count, get up and dismount
'Cause I'm coming with an endless amount
Of rhymes in a hurry like a flurry
A collage to camouflage the power punch, but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote, I got hands of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight I wrote
Rhymes at a level, so you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent, so stay awake
One of my favorites from Oh Bo by Bo Burnham:
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa
I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Was that a test?
No what you hear is he's rappin to the beat.
HO-TEL MO-TEL HOLLIDAY INN!!!!
I’ve always thought this was a pretty good one:
I don't get it. What is lasagna, here?
The "G" in "Lasagna" is silent
Except it's not really, because it changes how the N is pronounced
Gotcha, so it'd be "real g's are soft like lasagna"
Sure, but what does lasagna have to do with being silent?
It’s a metaphor.
The “g” is silent in the pronunciation of lasagna.
This gives the meaning that “real gangsters” operate silently.
OH! Wow did I whoosh myself there. Thanks for the friendly clarification!
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Popping off the top of this esophagus Rocking this metropolis I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that perchance?
You can't just say "perchance".
...Steve. >.>
This was my first thought too lol
I like big butts and I cannot lie
Or
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung
Really that whole song is a masterpiece.
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns hon
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
fuckin magnets how do they work?
fuck tha police
On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I’m back where my brother went, that’s what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile. Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say?
-MF Doom, Doomsday
I really love the wordplay with his government name 'Dumile' having a double meaning of 'Doom'll lay'. There are a bunch of other MF Doom lyrics in contention for goat status, in my opinion.
"Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear, prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle, rookie year." -Great Day
DOOMS lyrics are insane.
I never listen to him myself, but everything I hear of his lyrics are genius on another level, I'm unsure anybody else can really compete, at least not as consistently
"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey"
Beck is an underrated rapper fr
Ice cream scoopin', shittin' poopin', shittin', poopin'
But more seriously, MF DOOM (RIP) is one of my favourite artists, but he's been covered in a few comments already. But one of my favourites from him is:
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Obligatory link to the very old meme version: https://yewtu.be/watch?v=OXuLRqiiKYI
"fuck up the party like acoustic guitars" always cracked me up so much.
"I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be dropping these mockeries"
I don't know if it's the best of all time, but I really enjoy this from Common ('Sixth Sense’):
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
Lil Wayne is a goddamn genius. That whole song, honestly.
Any couplet from Warren G's Regulate.
sixteen in the clip and one in the hole, nate dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left.
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
The Drop [Intro] Victor, a stranger to see you Who that? Who that, who that?
[Verse: Viktor Vaughn] If I'm not working or putting work in I'm either wheeling and dealing, or probably jerkin my— Yep—listening to nothing, taking no suggestions Or destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection Rock a crowd in sections on a good night, the hoes fight Always get the dough first then everything else goes right At least that's what they say and who the fuck is they? Make a hick say “what the hey?” brought that chick from sick bay Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen Before he bust blast em, never trust no Cardassians Captain’s log supplemental The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal On my cue, photon torpedo Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito And so on for the street though, smoke a pound of leek though I'm jokin on the fact that hip-hop has gone freakshow Don't let the drama get you In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger Bitch niggas talk behind your back like a catcher Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O-stretcher In that order: man, woman, son, daughter The beat sound like they underwater, make it fun to slaughter Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance Some shit sound like all you could do off it is river-dance It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy Doing deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery Nobody supposed to get bodied, golly! This shit is like a folly 'bout to cold flip, probably It's not me, he got ill spills knot in Brooknam Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm While working on new developments for the book bomb In one bad experiment, it blew and took a hooker arm ("Arm and leg") BOW! look mom, no hand Studied black magic for years out in no man's land It's like a barbecue, all-swine cookout To fuck up they plans like a blind man lookout Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit Norbit, y'all better off going corporate Nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid There's no prints, he hold the mic with a mic glove And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love Like on top of the world loser keep it gully Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly It's why they brung V he still hungry And spit something thick on the mic like a lungy Mind ya daughter she on line for the water To get lucky like when she find a quarter kinda sorta Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board? He only came to save the game like a memory card Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes He said 24-7 I be on call He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall Numbskulls.. get to stepping they dumb dull And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull Cats be like "what's wrong with your man black?" Biohazard suit and Van Grack for the anthrax Jeez and can't get no peace Form blazin sword for the police robeast Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses? They couldn't bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses It's like a friendly game of dodge ball Oddball God y'all, who played the garage wall With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace And the brand new INF they ain't check the boy waist You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop It's too much wreck hops Who next to get they neck chopped Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew They out of place, beats sounds like outer space With no time to waste he was Audi without a trace
And another classic:
Viktor Vaughn, underrated MF DOOM side project
One for the money, two for the better green
3,4 Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
that's ecstatic
It drops deep as it does in my breath. I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
this.
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
Picture this I'm a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit
I just want the bread and baloney bundles to tuck away
I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
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The first time I crossed this track was with the video.
Masterpiece.
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My love is like lightening. It gives girls orgasms. My dick is like an airplane. It gives girls orgasms.
I’m the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff I’m the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff
Another favorite of mine from him is:
I’m the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff.
I’m the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff.
I’m the Indiana Jones of exploring crotch.
I’m the Shakespeare of enormous cock.
I’m the Helen Keller of having sex.
No, wait … that’s a bad example.
Why did my penis cross the road?
To get to the other ….
Vagina (what) … vagina (what) …
I want to have sex with your vagina (uhh)
Vagina (what) … vagina (what) …
E=MC Vagina
I’ve got a present for you right here.
Actually, it’s not a present …
It’s my penis and I like to call it The Spear
Cause spears are long and hard, just like my penis!
One for the money, two for the better green / 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist
My iconoclastic rap shtick gets my jimmy waxed like chapstick
"I take seven kids from columbine, stand'em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it'll solve a problem of mine and that's a whole school of bully's shot up all at one time."
So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it's time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the "moral majority" by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.
Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.
PMRC shut down years before that album was released.
You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar
Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller
The fundamental forces were unified
We've no theory to describe that, though I've tried
Then the forces split and the universe was born
It was hotter then a priest watching kiddie porn
"Who's that peekin' in my window? Pow! Nobody now"
What good is takin' over When we know what you gon' do? The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I'm sorry, Puff, but I don't give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain't mine—what's my name?
I seen his feet and they both lefty
He's only steppin half correctly
"Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily."
"Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy." - _Daylight_Aesop Rock
Biggie: "Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State" or "Now honeys play me close like butter play toast"
Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be
The game sour like a pickle be
"Luda, Jada and Nas // and our bullets give you a deep tissue massage // so here's a song and dance while I make these ends // you never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins."
"England is my city"
or
"Thats an awfully hot coffee pot"
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair.
X gon' give it to ya Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own X gon' deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop of stainless steel
There's an excellent greentext with that as the punchline.
We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run
They got the TV we got the truth;
They own the judges and we got the proof;
We got hella people they got helicopters;
They got the bombs and we got the- we got the-
Mom’s spaghetti
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
I put that pussy in a sarcophagus
Sure do two 22’s in my shoes
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I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
I overheard my mother singing some song and a line about "getting more ass than a toilet seat"
I don't know what it's from but that is an immaculate lyric.
Maybe Eminem's "Shake That?"
That checks out.
I was raised in the city...shitty..ever since i was an iddy biddy kiddy drinking liquor out my mama's tiddy.
I only wish I could find someone someday who will think of such romantic things to say to me...
Maybe I am the ballot in the box / the bullet in the gun / the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son and really that whole theme song.
“I used to drive a dinger with the dents in, now it’s pearlescent, and the bonnet got the vents in.” - (Bonnet = hood of a car)
Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin', still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballot's dead, so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' 'em
Swagger tighter then a yeast infection
Fly go hard like geese erection
Fashion patrol police detection
I stay tight like Chinese connection
Dr. Carter by Lil Wayne
Canibus has some good ones but this is my fave:
Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch
And gets forty dollars, includin' a five dollar tip
How big was the dick she just sucked?
(Say what?)
Say how big was the dick she just sucked?
(What?)
Can't solve that without the radius or the length
Assuming a cylinder
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
I like my sugar with coffee and cream.
I smell a grape in the duck preserves
m tryin' to explain, baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands
Amazing reference game
I was riding with a friend who was playing some hip-hop back in early 2000s. This song was sexually explicit and had the line "bitch, eat my babies." As in telling the girl to swallow his load. I can never seem to find the song.
I just met this lil' bitch from Arcadia (oh-woah)
From the planet Nympho, eat my babies up, ooh
Her mothership got missions on my radius (oh-woah)
She captured me and left me in a state of awe, doom
Take me to your universe (yeah)
Take me to a time where everything reversed, ah, ooh
I just got this lil' bitch from Arcadia (oh-woah)
Intertwine ourselves until we facing our moon
Is this it? It's from the song "Arcadia" by the band MDMA.
https://youtu.be/wahxHDZHtAM
Edit: hell it probably isn't it lol based on the time line. It's the only thing that pulled up when I searched online.
You are right. It's not it at all. Think 20 year old music, not music by 20 year olds.
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Like watching 1000 lemmings plummet just because the first one slipped
There's smoke on my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids.
"All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day and put the pieces back together my way."
This was the lyric that hooked me in '01.
I start to think and then I sink into the paper, like I was ink / when I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines / I escape - when I finish the rhyme
Alone. Phone's unplugged. Ignoring calls even though no one does.
And I'm notorious, I'll crush you like a jelly bean - LL Cool J
Used to speak the King's En-ga-lish
But caught a rash on my lips, so now my chat just like dis
"Going up to heaven on an escalator/ Cause they sent you to hell on an escalator"
Or maybe
"I look like a dick in my picture ID/ But also the pic isn't me. Hmm"
“I count lives, all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights, even when you're wrong
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone”
You think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see You got to kill you if you wanna kill me
put your finger in the hole come bowl with me
Duck Duck Goose – cupcakKe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awGEv-ctCtg
and honestly the rest of the lyrics in this filthy masterpiece. 11/10
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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
Milk is chillin, what more can I say.
Déjà vu abducting
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping dripping splashing splashing happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really
Rhymes is made of garlic
basically every line from I will lick your asshole
but specifically "I'm so bad they get L.L to call the cops"
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I'm a pimp by blood, not relation,
y'all still chase on, I'll replace on
If you don't recognize that truth and the one who spat it, gtfo this thread you poser ;)
And, perhaps, this lesser known
I rip rappers and take responsibility,
For makin' future hall of famers look third-rate,
Y'all are lost for words like,
Conversation on your worst first-date,
And raw beats creep through side streets,
Loose leaf notepads, that's where rhymes leak,
Punch-lines, man, don't even beg,
I got knee-slapping tracks, y'all cruisin' ya leg,
You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke,
You ain't worthy of being my secretary,
Man, that's a quote
If you do recognize that, well, you're just as fucking goofy as me, which ain't much, but it's better than nothing. But it's a pretty fucking tight set of lyrics.
Down for the count, get up and dismount
'Cause I'm coming with an endless amount
Of rhymes in a hurry like a flurry
A collage to camouflage the power punch, but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote, I got hands of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight I wrote
Rhymes at a level, so you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent, so stay awake
One of my favorites from Oh Bo by Bo Burnham:
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa
"Life ain't shit but a fat vagina"