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  • Favorite Hip-Hop/Rap Lines

    I used the search function, but didn't see a similar thread. Just list some of your favorite lines from some of your favorite songs. I'll get it started:

    Tracks I'm know to roast/ until the microphone is ghost/ props I own the most I'm leavin niggas comatose. - Big L (That's pretty tight for '95)

    Lyrically you ain't sick in the brain, you simply trickin the game/ how niggas was dissin Mase when they **** is the same. - Saigon

    The whole song True Story by Saigon

    Most of the lyrics from Punish Me by Big Punisher

    Age don't even count in the booth/ when ya flow stay emerged in the fountain of youth. - Rakim

    These are just off the top of my head.
    When you reach the upper level, your mind body and soul must be one.

  • #2
    Do people know how to read? How many different rap threads do we need on here?

    Another sig courtesy of BoneKrusher

    Originally posted by JBCX
    Despite looking better against an underachieving Eagles team, I still think the Bears are one of the worst teams in the NFL. I smell a blowout victory by the Lions this week and a division sweep.


    • #3
      This man almost averages 1 post a month... Amazing.

      To answer your question thought here are two mainstream ones:

      I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business
      And probably in existence. What's your consensus?

      This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
      I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen


      • #4
        Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow

        Gang Starr (Guru) - Full Clip


        • #5
          We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win
          You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin
          I rap my ass off, I'm fightin' the champ with the glass jaw
          at the Garden or Nassau
          See me, couple hood niggaz behind stars
          I heard you put a couple good niggaz bars, (Preme!)
          I might never sell that much
          But you can bet your last 2 quarters, I never tell that much
          Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin'
          It's like going to see 50 at a show and he don't come out singin'
          Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate
          Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut
          You don't be in the hood, you be in the woods
          ******' wit' me, is where you really gon' be for good
          I hold the 4-5 myself, and hop out the Range on 1-4-5 myself
          This is a true fact
          Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back
          Trackmasters shelfed you, Bravehearts helped you
          Then everybody felt you, now I gotta melt you
          And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss
          Cause the niggaz I'ma send to do it ain't gon' miss
          Be layed up stiff, I spit straight up 'piph
          I did real songs with BIG, no made-up shits
          And I don't got a problem with clout
          You ain't get shot again yet, so what's your second album about? (Nothin'!)
          Your raps are pre-school, you made a lot of money, now be cool
          'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood
          Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance
          To dance with me dog, ya steps ain't right yet
          Block is just fine, homie, the D's straight
          Most likely your new CD is a weed plate
          Bunch of love songs, 100% pure garbage
          Just somethin' to break up buds on
          You should just sell clothes and sneakers
          Cause outta your whole camp your flow's the weakest
          I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin', (clappin')
          You runnin' around with the lieutenant and captain, (laughs)
          It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss
          You had to get shot 9 times to be rich

          JADAKISS - Checkmate (Dissin 50)


          • #6
            Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (*****)
            Who must I smack for sayin my name?
            Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
            You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
            Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
            Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
            I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
            I only recognize the top of your hats
            And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
            He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as ****!
            I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma **** you up
            Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
            You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
            And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
            Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
            That's good, cause you got a grill like a ****** truck!
            DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
            Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
            You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
            and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
            I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
            Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
            How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
            And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
            You, *****, Bizarre you a fat stutterin ****
            You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
            I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
            You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
            and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
            FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
            ***** you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
            with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
            'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit
            I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
            Just like a stutterin' fool, can't reach intelligence
            He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
            You, *****, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
            About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
            You, *****, Denaun and Swifty please
            Give it a year, both y'all be wreckin' 50's lease
            What do I know, that other ***** y'all got in your group
            I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
            You, *****, let's face it I gave it to y'all
            My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
            Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
            I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
            Quicker than quick ****, y'all ain't felt the half
            Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
            Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash ya yet, kiss my ASS
            I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
            Y'all throw up ya dukes and don't swing like Randy Savage
            I be makin' muh'******* scratch they heads when I rhyme
            Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
            you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
            I feel like I'm battlin' Keanan & Kel
            You, *****, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
            Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
            Matter of fact, I might even do a song with Ray
            Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song-a-day

            Royce Da 5'9" - Malcolm X
            Last edited by KCJ58; 03-07-2007, 12:51 AM.


            • #7
              'Call me George Foreman cuz I'm sellin everybody grillz"


              • #8
                "What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
                Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
                Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
                You'll talk about me to your grandsons" Mos Def

                "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" Inspectah Deck

                "I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
                The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
                My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
                One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created" Nas


                • #9
                  Originally posted by sweetness34 View Post
                  Do people know how to read? How many different rap threads do we need on here?
                  Yeah this is annoying.

                  sig by BoneKrusher


                  • #10
                    Honorary is sonic electronic brain like Johnny Nneumonic
                    Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic
                    B.O.B.B.Y. - RZA

                    Del i'm feeling like a ghost in a shell
                    I wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
                    for the pure verbal, they said my sentance was equivalent to murder
                    just another hurdle
                    I bounced through a portal
                    3030 - Deltron 3030

                    Glory, The pen is mighter than the sword
                    Because the pen gives the word sending swords to war
                    Proper Propaganda - Dilated Peoples


                    • #11
                      Life's a ***** but god forbid the ***** divorce me
                      Nas - Affirmative Action

                      Switched my motto instead of say **** tomorrow,
                      that buck that bought a bottle could of struck the lotto.
                      Nas - Life's a *****

                      Little Derek rote lyrics while the others got high
                      And he ended up in HMV instead of HMP
                      Sway - Little Derek

                      The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick
                      So a whole lot of ****** is what we gon' get
                      Talib Kweli - The Proud

                      I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
                      But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
                      She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
                      I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight
                      I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
                      Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night
                      - You Never Know - Immortal Technique

                      The whole song of Poet Laureate 2 - Canibus

                      This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
                      from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
                      The system break man child and women into figures
                      Two columns for who is, and who ain't ******
                      Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
                      but if you push too hard, even numbers got limits
                      Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
                      the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics
                      Mos Def - Mathematics

                      @ SugarSean - I love True Story, it's my favourite Saigon.
                      Originally posted by nobodyinparticular
                      #1--Russell I can't be too disappointed in this pick because he is, realistically, a huge upgrade (in the same way that the Great Wall of China would be a huge upgrade over the fence in my backyard) over Andrew Walter.


                      • #12
                        Inspectah Deck

                        I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
                        The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
                        Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
                        Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman

                        Vast Aire

                        You're so secure with your insecurity
                        Perfect world of piety I swat flies when they bother me
                        Some say I touch hearts like Kano
                        Now every time you see a mic you just say no
                        Some write with words, I write with matters
                        As my soul is brushed free Vast Aire dusty
                        In the coldest winters we thought husky
                        They be like, "I don't know his name but he aim like Wayne Gretsky"
                        That's funny, cause I don't play hockey
                        I play horse on the mic and watch em all


                        • #13
                          I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows
                          every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my windows
                          --The Geto Boys, Mind Playing Tricks On Me

                          Intellectual, killer, special majestical
                          Ropin' up the devils have 'em hangin' from my testicles
                          --Gravediggaz, Nowhere to Run

                          Fake niggaz get flipped
                          In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
                          **** is too swift to bite you record and write it down
                          I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
                          on some wild out ****, to insert a fiend
                          But it was yo out the shop stolen art
                          Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
                          I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
                          ****'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
                          That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
                          My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
                          Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
                          With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
                          that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
                          I represent from midnight to high noon
                          -GZA, Liquid Swords


                          • #14
                            If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
                            But nothing sticks, like putting the opposite sides of magnets closer
                            Wordsworth - Qutoables

                            The Evil of Self, don't wanna hear constructive criticism
                            People get a sense of arrogence when something's given to 'em
                            Surrounded by Devil's, I find myself preforming Exorcisms
                            World's got us going in circles, chasing materialism
                            One Be Lo - Evil of Self

                            No one's as gifted or as vigorously meticulous with a writtern scripture
                            Or spits with this infinite syllablism that I've been equipped with
                            Should I quit with the quick **** or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich
                            Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that get this
                            Tonedeff - Heavyweight

                            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

                            if its about the boldest
                            im the most coldest since winter
                            to make you stop the tape and 'inspec-tha deck' like you down with the rza
                            Lacks - KGB
                            theoretically pen and paper is the recipe
                            alphabetically i'm coming after you like the letter v
                            One be lo - KGB

                            I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
                            Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume
                            AZ - Your world don't stop.

                            You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested
                            If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic
                            Cormega - American Beauty

                            I could go on for days...
                            Last edited by snuff; 03-07-2007, 01:34 PM.


                            • #15
                              "Somebody tried to test me, I didn't find it humorous. Smacked that ***** in da' face with a giant bag of tuna fish"

                              Nobody cares about your stupid fantasy team.



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