Rap lines

my rhymes are dirty like herpes nigga, but harder to catchlike an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch... I.T.
or
I bleed the blood of a cold stone that roams without a shadowim only deep enough to realize that I'm shallowmy head I keep it up, but it's hard to keep it straightwhen you don't believe in love and just can't cope with hateMetal rusts, leaves turn into dust as the difference between love and lust clarifies as trusteyedea
 
I've got the mind of the man in the mirror so I'm lookin' at me vaguely

But I can't seem to fade me

I've got my pistol pawn cocked

Ready ta lay shots nonstop until I see your monkey ass drop

And let your homies know who done it

Cuz when it comes to this gangsta shit you motherfuckers know who run it

(Uh)

-Scarface
 
The TV got us reachin for stars
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts
Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers
Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by.. just to get by
 
it was all a dreami used to read word up magazinesalt n peppa heavy D up in the limousinehanging pictures on my wallevery saturday rap attack mr magic molly molli let my tape rock till my tape popsmokin weed n bamboo sippin on private stock
chyeahh sonn
 
There they go, back in stadiums

as Shady spits his flow,

nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic whoa,

we can make them look like bozo’s,

he’s wondering if he should spit this slow,

fuck no go for broke,

his cup just runneth over oh no

he aint had a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed,

they’ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,

back into the game and they know,

rap will never be the same as before,

bashin’ in the brains of these hoes,

and establishing a name as he goes,

the passion and the flame is ignited,

you can’t put it out once we light it,

this shit is exactly what the fuck that i’m talking about when we riot,

you dealin with a few true villians

who stand inside of the booth truth spillin,

and spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of

our mouths

now rewind it

payback muthafucka for the way that you got at me so how’s it taste?

when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it

shakes the place,

i’m hannibal lecter so just in case your thinking of saving face,

you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this

place,

so Drake….

I didn't write this i copied and pasted so some things are wrong.
 
"Using numerology, to count the people I sent to Heaven
Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7"-Immortal Technique
 


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Enter in to the spacecraft filling up

That won't touch back again 'til the job is done

Way outta the range of normal

So far where ya are that ya no longer see the sun

It's a journey not of sight but sound

Ready or not your bound

To also embrace the light

And drift on

Let your soul be again reborn

For these songs buckle up it's the ride of your life

Riffin in the octave of the

Infinite provactive

Come get within a rocketship

Dimensions of a positive

Inventions that is monstrous

I'm givin it my all

It's just my sentiments

Took over and as I give in

To the power of just livin

In the now, I put the div-idends

I holler from the spirit

Within all of us

I'm driftin on a cloud up in

You're meant to feel the shower

Follow in, as I devour

Y'all with synonyms and vowels

Ladies and gentlemen

It's our time to dig within a tower

Over ignorance, the final hour's

Here so come and crowd around

And listen up on how I'm stayin driven

By the sound I feel it liftin

Higher how my daily livin

Is the style it's like my children

Seem scattered through the villages

And towns, and when the Gift

Is in the house

I bring the lyrics

That come down from up

Inherent to the sound

From a mysterious, profound

Very indigenous way out

Chief innervision, and

I think I've really truly found religion now

Enter in to the spacecraft filling up

That won't touch back again 'til the job is done

Way outta the range of normal

So far where ya are that ya no longer see the sun

It's a journey not of sight but sound

Ready or not your bound

To also embrace the light

And drift on

Let your soul be again reborn

For these songs buckle up it's the ride of your life

FOURTH DIMENSIONAL ROCKETSHIPS, GOING, UP
 
n****s even hated jesus I know I don't stand a chance and fuck staring at me they can't stand a glance

RIP Stack Bundles
 
"I'm lookin nuthin like ya poppa ,
I wouldnt give a chick 10 cent to put cheese on a Whopper,
they wanna know why im so fly,
a girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye!"
 
I can't see y'all from where I'm at

I like the smell of napalm in the morning while I'm eating my Apple Jacks

My battle axe acts as a last resort death kill

Quarantine your city, it's about to be a lead spill

 
Big L's rhymes are so ill.

i was going to post the first one cus its so fuckin ill "ask bevus i get nothing but-head"

"you mad cus i was in the van with yo bitch, both hands on her tits"
 
a little off-topic, but how can it be that there are still "new tracks"? imagine the sheer amount of rappers or people that think that they are rappers and how many lines every single one of them writes.
how many rhymes you can find with "fuck", "100 inch plasma screen", "bitch" or "yeah"?
its just a general question since i heard that english has way less potential for rhymes than german (my native language) or italian.
 
What do you call a hooker with a runny nose? Full

When a hooker's young she uses Vaseline. What does she use when she's old?

Polygrip

Afroman I'm In your pussy. Bumping up against yo ass.

With my left hand I'm rubbin on your tities with my right I'm smoking grass.
 
Go ahead and grip glocks

I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots

You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I'll watch you topple flat

Put away your rings and holla back

Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiver circuits

By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches

but your preach is worthless

Your worship to feed the purpose

Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service -Diabolic
 
you could get kid wapped, kidnapped, Bitch slapped. 2 to 4 turn in to a six flat if that. C4 at your moms front door Gift wrapp'd. whole fan base going to start thinking that your shits wack. could be at the gas station get ya whip jacked. Get yap pay a nigga bread get ya shit back ,right back everything could change get polled over on the way brining that white back. rappers stop selling, kim did a year in a day for not tellin. fox went deaf in a ear shortly after that she did a year or two. I beat the case, Not enough evidence get ready to see a black president
 
another aotp fan? no way.
life's a bitch and then you diethat's why we get highcuz you never know when you're gonna go...
 
i dont know whats better gettin' laid or gettin' paid i just know when im getting one the other is gettin' away.
 
gotta reply to this. havent seen anybody whos ever even heard of this track. at the end of dance with the devil right?
anything by tech is just immaculate.
 
flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole

puffin' on dime bags and I been told.

my words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic

a thick stick and my dick!

makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G

you get what you pumpin' is Tic-Tac time Z.

the B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja

even on stickups I'm the masked avenger!

microphone murderer. notorious.
 
Dance with the devil is a pretty known track dawg, I'm sure around half this site has heard it.

I Know Things Change

And Im Fine With It

But Now Where Gettin Judged

On The Crimes we Did

Or The Dimes We Hit

Or The Lines We Snitch

We Used To Get Props For The Lines We Spit

Find Out - Classified

 
They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it
cause I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
-Imortal Technique

Spittin that East Coast straight talk so wickedly-Pace Won and Mr. Green
 


Lemme take you back like historians

or a flux capacitor in the back of a dolorian

before the end of magic and myth

we chatted with our gods maybe even passed em' a spliff

religion never practiced that shit we used to live it

and kick it with the spirit realm cause it was that vivid

before we were enslaved in pavement we were cavemen

asking favors from god with cave paintins'

 
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