Best Rap line

"shoot yo daughter in the calf muscle, fuck a tussle nigga played it sprinkle coke on the floor make it drug related"

biggie

"i bare arms like short sleeves"

jay-z
 
I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC

'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me

cause of death - immortal

But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike

With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke

cause of death - immortal
 
i get up every morning and make my bed, im down to earth and i dont have a big head, for enjoyment i love to shoot some hoops but not before i eat all my fruit loops shinin' my car gives me lots of joy...i guess im just an average homeboy

 
"Til the leadbelly lost control

In the hold of the paper that fold

At one time was related to gold

Made many men lose their soul

To the price of the dice that roll

How can a light so bright make a man so cold?"

Breez Evahflowin' &, Immortal Technique - land of the gun

the whole song is amazing but thts my favorite part
 
i sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path

messin round with this you catch the size of em.

I never half step cause i'm not a half stepper,

drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper...

buggin out

tribe called quest.
 
oops didnt mean to hit post there

i'm going with Vinnie Paz off Blood In Blood Out with these two in a row:

I cant over-stand your sweetness

You should try hire a therapist to beat this

I'm being facetious, you should heed this

I'm the one who hammered the first nail in jesus

I'm the definition of toxic

Anyone who ever got close to me got sick

 
And all I gotta say to you

Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin, pussy-eatin prankstas

Cuz when your five guys down what the fuck you gonna do

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

-Ghetto boys

I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

- ghost face ( gza liqiud swords / 4th chamber)

Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night

I see a halo in the rain around the street light

I stop and look, and listen to the sound

As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

Alone, I gaze into the glistening street

The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat

Urging me on to a secret goal

Away from the light from this lamp on a pole

So I turn, slip away into the rain

Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane

Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand

An old box of matches and a gasoline can

Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud

A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds

Filling up the cracks in this desolate place

Cradled by the night in an icy embrace

Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain

A dim reflection in a dark window pane

Blackness beckons from every side

Creeping all around like an incoming tide

A broken window in an empty house

I slip inside and begin to douse

The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire

And push back the night, taking me higher

On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar

The match in my hand is the key to the door

A simple turn of the wrist will suffice

To open a passage to paradise

I pause, I think about the past and the gloom

The smell of gasoline permeates the room

Everyone has a little secret he keeps

I light the fires while the city sleeps

(Like the 4th of July)

The match makes a graceful arc to the floor

And time stands still as I turn for the door

Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street

I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet

Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire

The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir

Dying in the flames with a terrible sound

Calling all the names of the sleepers all around

But then in the arms of the night, they lay

Their dreams sprout wings and fly away

Out of the houses in a gathering flock

Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block

I make my escape with the greatest of ease

And savor the darkness, drop to my knees

And the lightless window, my hand on the latch

I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match

(Like the 4th of July)

-mc 900 ft jesus city sleeps

I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border

The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter

I did it like this, I did it like that

I did it with a whiffleball bat

-not even bothering to cite this one caus eif you dont know it your an idoit

and last and prob least as well(just for shits and giggles)

Will it ever stop yo I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

-rob van winkle

Stop whatcha doin'

'cause I'm about to ruin

the image and the style that ya used to.

I look funny

but yo I'm makin' money see

so yo world I hope you're ready for me.

-shock g

 
dont yall hate a low dough nigga

a o dough nigga

his whips say six but really a fo nigga

always in my face wif his promo nigga

no nigga i dont know jigga

 
I'm not sayin I'm number one, I'm sorry, I lied

I'm number one, two, three, four and five- "Step Into A World (Rapture's Delight)

KRS-ONE

"Peruvian Cocaine"- Immortal Technique

[Beat starts]

*Two Men Speak in Spanish*

[Immortal Technique - Worker]

I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies

Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready

The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty

Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete

But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms

And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms

So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission

Process the cocaine, paced and play my position

[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss]

Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product

Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct

I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged

And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad

So to feed your kids, I need these bricks

40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*)

Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue

And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

[Diabolic - Peruvian Leader]

Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest

Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot

Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate

And assassinate my predecessor to have his place

In a third-world fashion state, lock the nation

With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population

The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully

The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see

[Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor]

Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown

It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe

Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown

To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen

C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats

The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke

I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know

But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough

[Poison Pen - Drug Dealer]

I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect)

Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood

These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior

Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)

My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot?

Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello

We won't stop for you bastards

Must choose (?), chop it and bag it

[Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer]

Taking pictures and tapping phones

Debating snitches and cracking codes

Past a couple, blast the fo',

Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow

And my overtime is where your taxes go

I gain your trust

Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front

On the low with cameras taping ya

Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to

Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room

[C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate]

Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*)

Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you

You think you got work? They copping too

We control blocks, they lock countries

Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money

Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding

With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open

Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)

Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons

So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread

Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez

In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke

I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke

Players do favors for governers and tax makers

Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors

The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared

Not prepared to do years like Javier
 
word but im gunno say

"i smoke my weed, i love my weed. i sleep with my weed its sickening"

by classified

or

Sean P aka Ruck)

Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl

Image is nothin you frontin see the thirst in ya'll

Think its f**ked up now it get worst for ya'll

Assassinate your best friend now I hurt you par

Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all

The f**k out you wanna wet duke squirt your four

Since birth I been raw hot like surface core

Kidnap your baby's mom straight earth the whore

See I do rhyme and crime so I can purchase more

If you ain't in it for that what the purpose for

Act like you don't give a f**k though

Good so I buck fo' shots from the roof

and my man Rock catch you up close

Never give a f**k about niggas ya'll not Nutso

Hype off of carbonated water then some fructose

Straight buck foes when the nigga Ruck pull the snub nose

Wait Ruck chill, what the deal its all love though

Look into my eyes and you can see there's something changed

Runnin gunnin things knockin niggas out like Clubber Lang

With the gun I bring its straight for beatin you down

Heatin you down leavin you six feet deep in the ground

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)

It's some real motherf**kers goin rot tonight

All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight

Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight

Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

(Jus Allah)

Im the motherf**king ungrateful

My heart is hateful, my tounge ripped

Lickin on the blade that slayed you

You faggots act as bitch as Rupaul

Ya niggas share one milkshake wit two straws

Scrap wit no doors, four walls tighten

Seein the roof fall, feelin the floors heighten

Crushed and shit your bones and blood siphon

And put it to the jug we sip before fightin

Im raw lightning my power extends

In the planet and out through the opposite ends

Black man travel through the universe and back

While cavemen still though that the earth was flat

But we kept the sacred plans, now we carry

Throughout the ancient lands

Before the separating of the sands

Of course all the power I create in my hand

He bare my G strength in replicating in man

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)

It's some real motherf**kers goin rot tonight

All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight

Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight

Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)

Im tasteless, there's beauty in strange places

I find beauty in razors

I find beauty in blood drippin from ya faces

I find beauty in the Qua'ron and all of its Aramaic equations

I find beauty in twelve gauges

I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is

I find beauty stainless steel,

that can kill and reveal the front of your grill

Your brainless, ya'll don't wanna test Vinnie Paz patience

I crack jaws and swing swords of the ancients

Ya'll pretended to understand the matrix

Without attempting to overstand its basics

We dedicated to cats that's been thuggin

Vinnie Paz got more hoes then Jim Duggin

Ya'll been duckin for quite some time now

Vinnie bout to teach you how to write some rhymes now

We aim beams in between your eye brows

Jedi Mind Sean P combine now

Chorus

Scratching x's 2

I rap like no one out there can f**k wit me (Prodigy)
 
well it's the R,uh, double A, K

tripple S, letters in my name

for you an you ho

the unscrambling soultrain

i kill game like chris webber in sudden death

cause you callin for time outs, when you got no time left

(rass Kass - Wake up show freestyles Vol.2)

I hook off like prince naseem hamed

duck yo head

or go inside instead

steppin to me bizwah

fancy, dancy

get killed like you was jonbenét ramsey

some of ya'll just plain civilians, s-s-s-silian

never even seen a million

actin like ya'l sicilians

when ya'l niggas with small figures

chasin' gold diggas

and dont ever come up to me yappin'

or you'll die hard, like bruce and sam jackson

(Eric Sermon, Wake up show freestyles vol.5)

word to my mother, i will never be a sucker

i die hard 2, yippie kyeyay mother fucker

(shyheim, wake up show freestyles Vol.1)
 
"there's hell to pay, but the devil don't take cheques, i tried to send a message to god but his phone don't take texts"

-seven by army of the pharoahs

"and when death calls im good, cause i got call ID"

-things they say by methodman and redman

"ill bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where i come from"

-scenario or can i kick it (i dont remember) by a tribe called quest

"if you flip like t-mobile, ill make you my sidekick."

-i have no idea.

 
Nigga whas yo bank bout...Dogg i been, lost count

Fresh wait, hold up...Thats that bitch we fucked

Pop that cris, pop that mo'...Slap that bitch, punch that hoe

Big Tymers - Get your roll on

jk jk jk

but for real

It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him.

Woke up early Wensday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans.

She aint that average bitch who be doggin for dick

You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep callin.

AZ - Never Change

This is brand new uptown still in the box

This the yankees ten nothin, killin the sox

This aint huggin the block with a gat in your hand

This is Bocca Ratan on the cattamaran

With the sun beatin down where you at in the sand

I feel like Im more than a cat with a plan

Masta Ace - Beautiful

Psych, I got some more in it

I make a nigga bleed like rain on raw denim

I got it sewn I am so authentic

And you are not official like a ref at a scrimmage.

Wale - Daytona Squared

 
So 5-0 get the fuck off up my back.

u need to be arrestin the people that smoke that fuckin crack

cause crack addicts are the people that will rob ur fucking house

and pot heads are the people that dont wanna leave the couch.

z-dub-ak + smokestack.
 
Bitches and guns this is every mans dream

I don't wanna go home an ordinary human being

Uncommon valor, Jedi Mind
 
this is real gangasa one:

"And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul.

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How evrything still turns to gold."

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven
 
Scuse me as I kiss the sky

Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye

Who the fuck wanna die for their culture

Stalk the dead body like a vulture

Tical get, HMMM

Blacker than your blackest stallion

Hit your house'n projects

I represent the Shaolin my nigga

Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow

It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

[Verse Two: Redman]

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse

When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!

Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores

Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it

With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch

Plus, the Bombazee got me wild

(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide

[Verse Three: Method Man]

10 9 8 7 6 5 4

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door

Tical bring it to that ass raw

Breakin all the rules like glass jaws

Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours

Fucka, we dont need no rap tour

I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture

More than you bargained for

Tical, that stays open like an all nite store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill

And end your existance, M-E-T

Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D

[Verse Four: Redman]

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust

The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts

I shift like a clutch with the Ruck

Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your flare

Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares

6 million ways to die, so I chose

Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap

And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass

And yo my man (Tical) hit me now

Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock

Empty off a lickin off a hip hop

Fuck the billboard, Im a bullet on my block

How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?

[Chorus:]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train

HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky

HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane

Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky

HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick

[Verse Five: Method Man]

Til my man Raider Ruckus come home

It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home

Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone

we don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O

Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic

Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic

Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece

Plus I got no love for the beast

Hailin from the big East Coast

Where niggaz pack toast

Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats

(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block

You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)

As I run around with a racist

My style was born in the 50 stair cases

Dig it, eff a rap critic

He talk about it while I live it

If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

[Verse Six: Redman]

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya

Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet

Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic

Rollin blunts an all day habit

I get it on like Smif'n'Wes

Punks take a sip and test

Who split your vest

The funk phenomenon

I'm bombin you like Lebanon

Blow canals of Panama

Just off stamina

Styles not to be fucked with, or played with

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches

Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with

Fat radical mathematical type scriptures

I dig up in your planets like Diga,

Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens

Fuck the marines, I got machines

To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine

I fly more heads than Continental

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental

Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks

But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks

I breaks em up proppa

Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'

Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg

Look, I got the tools like Rickle

To make your mind tickle

For the nine nickle

(Yo Red, yo Red!)

Punk ass pussy ass

(You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it)

Word up Tical, We Out

(IT'S OVER)
 
The waitress clears my plate, I clear the turntables

I start up the rhymes, don’t give me a label

Hip-hop is complex, no morals like a fable

Aesop and Aristotle got philosophies fatal

Spit sickness, spit heat, spit off the Richter

Shaking things up good, refer to me as Mister

Next Gen, let the ink flow out of the pen

Hip-hop was created by the minds of men

So now it’s my turn to take the rhyme

Spin it to a web from a single silk line

Intricacies to simple to complexity

It’s either, yeah props, or critiquing me

I don’t care you see, because I ride free

Spread my wings with the breeze let my path guide me through

Life, legends, myths of gain and rain

Seattle’s got plenty so I’m gon’ spit game

Suicide, death, mixed with destruction

Remains insane, kicks out my corruption

It’s hip-hop construction, the crane’s the bass

The rhythm’s my cue for me to pick up the pace

It’s still not a race, I’m a face in the crowd

But when I’m on stage, I’m rhyming out loud

Mouth’s drying up and I’m dying of thirst while my

Brain guides my hand, sifting through the verse

When I stop it hurts…but that’s kicking the curse

And that’s not even the worst…not even close to first

 
the whole land of the free song by whiskey blanket
but:

use your imaginations, cmon america
here's some nails and plywood go build some fucking character

----------

how can it be that im livin in the land of the free
and yet i never fought for freedom it was handed to me
and is freedom exactly what i understand it to be
or is it rooted in the values of a family tree
im sippin canabis tea, and cinammon schnops
reject connformity cause i dont ever wanna live in a box
respect authority so i dont have to deal with the cops
dont wanna roll with the punches rather be calling the shots

----------

hell is not a place you go if your not a christian
its the failure of your lifes greatest ambitions
 
And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G

I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme
 
With My Beer-Tinted Glasses I'm Ready To Bitty Battle

I'm Hungry Like The Wolf But I'll End Up Tending Cattle

Cause You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

Aw! What Do You Know? You're Probably Going Home Alone

And It Wouldn't Be The First Time That I Gave A Dog A Bone

Plus Beauty, It's Only Skin Deep

It's In The Eye Of The Beholder And My Beholder's About To Tweak

I Could Tap That Barrel, In Fact I Know I Can

It's A Mnag A Trois You And Me And Heineken

At That Junction I Came To Realize

That Only Frank Purdue Likes Thighs That Size

- select line from Pretty when im drunk BHG
 
Stronger by kanye West

....heard youd do any thing for a klondike

well id do any thing for a blond dike

and she'll do anything for the limelight

and we'll do anything when the times right....
 
New one

I got 7 mac 11's about 8 38's 9 9's 10 mac 10's the shit neva ends you cant touch my riches even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches

biggie smalls the millions and the mansion the yaucht the good weed spot to post up blocks, thats how i got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head took the bread and the lamb spread.

little gautti got tha shotty to ya body so don't present or you might miss christmas

I tote guns, i make numba 1's, i give MC's the words drippin when i throw my 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 tha yayo, thats crazy bluntz

 
Im a massacre waitin' to happin f**k all this rappin boy

I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man

He gonna need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave

I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage

Picture on my page printed in the best book

Come up out my left pocket with a left hook

Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out

I done got the game on lock and i lock ya out

My jewelery singin' like the opra house, i bought that drop top phantom of the opra out

Yea, get silly now stupid man

lil wayne-get bizzy

Dedication 3
 
"I'm stickin ice picks on the tip of yo dick, give yo testicles a swift kick, aint that some shit"
Whatchu Want- THE Notorious BIG
 
Let me fix that....

I got 7 mac 11's about eight 38's nine 9's ten mac 10's tha shit neva ends you cant touch my riches even if you had MC hammer and them 357 bitches

biggie small the millionaire the mansion the yacht the 2 weed spots the 2 hot blocks, thats how i got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head took the bread and the lamb spread

little guaatti got the shotty to ya body so dont resist or you might miss christmas

i tote guns i make numba runs i give MC's the runs drippin, when i throw my 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 tha yayo, thats crazy blunts

My voice excels from avenues to jails sails o my god im droppin shit like a pidgeon i hope you listenin smackin as they crisenin

 
its 9 45 work starts at 10 so it looks like im callin in sick again, im gonna get some herb and treat it like a weekend

shwazye

song- high together
 


Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz lose consciousness
-nas, made you look
OR anything by BIG L

 
the day that J-Roc loses his flow is the day that hair on Jim Lahey's bald head will grow

J-roc Trailer Park Boys

just a joke one
 
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