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Favourite hip-hop lyrics thread
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Dead in the middle of Little Italy, riddled some middle man who didn't do diddley
You ain't a leader...what?/ Nobody followed you, you was never shit...ya mother shoulda swallowed you
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Send for the Sam G...
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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
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
Braps
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Nice Wu Tang quotage.
Kudos, Mr White...
I be rippin the mic til I'm a hundred and ten...have these niggas like 'damn, this nigga gon done it again'
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gettin paid like a biker with the best crank/ spray it like a high-rank sniper in the West Bank. - MF Doom
What the fuck yall girls talking about? /Get the fuck out my house
/fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth.
- RZA
anything by Phi Life Cypher. possibly the best rhymes ive ever heard.
Studying marijuana to a scientific stage
And making it clear for people that's living with grief or rage
Alcohol causes kidney damage and liver sorosis
Marijuana's been known with curing multiple Schlorosis
My diagnosis, is that it doesn't cause psychosis
Only some people suffer with a case of halitosis.
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blap blap blap, gully she butters 
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keeping it on a wu tip...
Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs?
Ain't buttin I'm just hibernatin love that watch
Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out
No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in
Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia
What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon
Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on
I'm gettin tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy
and transport bricks steal in many fifties
F**k negociatin is you wit me is you waitin
Sweet as carrot cake, fakin plus you don't eat turkey bacon
I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither
Cuban Linx skeezer, why you actin like a rap teaser
I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged
Nigga you small change I only f**k with figaro chains
Analyzin Miss Clairol, fendi down mascara on
Assistant manager in Paragon
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'if i ever have to live on this earth without sight ill be the illest blind bastard ever to rock the mic'
always makes me chuckle - el-p
jerus verse on gangstarrs i'm the man, one of my fave verses ever, something jeru never toppped imo.
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"Black like the cheeks that are roadways for tears
that leave black faces well traveled with years"
Blackstar - Astronomy (8th Light)
"I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets"
Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die
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illwill wrote:
anything by Phi Life Cypher. possibly the best rhymes ive ever heard.
AHAHAHAHAAHHAAHA uhhhh ye mate...
Good call on the Wu verse... Those openin 4 lines are DOPE... Same with:
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
F**k who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
Dope shit...
"I got mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nuttin Butt Head" - Big L
"I'm big headed, like down syndrome babies" - Ras Kass
"My gun gets fired so much it needs a new job" - Papoose
"An MC so ill I got aids scared to catch me" - Canibus
"I don't need a glock just to slaughter ya men, but if i do, it's both hands on the nine, like a quarter to ten" - Papoose maybe? can't remember
"Chicks say i'm old fashion, I don't want a bitch stuck in the kitchen, I like stuffin my dick in her ass while she's touchin her kitten" - Louis Logic
Bare more but aint got time maaaaayn...
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Also that Sway lyric suttin like - "A girl came and asked for my autograph, and said MUM IS THAT HOW YOU SPELL LEMAR?!" hahahahahaaaahhhhaa...
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illwill wrote:
anything by Phi Life Cypher. possibly the best rhymes ive ever heard.
Studying marijuana to a scientific stage
And making it clear for people that's living with grief or rage
Alcohol causes kidney damage and liver sorosis
Marijuana's been known with curing multiple Schlorosis
My diagnosis, is that it doesn't cause psychosis
Only some people suffer with a case of halitosis.
There from around my way, known Si Phili since back in the day also.
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You see Life lost to Pro Green?
I dunno why people are hating on Green - He's a heavy battle rapper...
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I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
and
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el
Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm Ill
plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdropT
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell
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i've got the cleanest meanest penis, you never seen this, stroke of genius
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Ineff, them quotables are gold.
I love you.
So much clevage and ass crack, if pussy was a stock it would plummet on the Nasdaq
I changed my motto, instead of saying fuck tomorrow, that buck that bought a bottle could've strcuk the lotto
A while back I used to hustle sellin blow in the park, countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
I judge wisely as if nothing ever surprise me, loungin between two pillars of ivory
I could treat you like the mob and kiss you on both cheeks or like a thug and shoot through ya gold teeth (not exactly sure how that one goes)
A pint of Jack Daniels and a shot of coca cola and a zoot so big it won't even roll over
My rhymes take life like tek nines and we tek wives from guys who flex their chest size
Coolio gotta go means its getting too hot, if Faith had twins she'd probably have 2 pacs, get it...
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"My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience"
non phixion
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Ill Bill is dope ^...
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told you i wer diverse rude-bouyyy
been listenen to em for like 4 years now or so,.pritty fukin bad ass,...
reccommend me some badd-asss shit cause i wana download it i"recognise" tha shits n shizzzles street poets etc..
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Girls give my name to they teddies...
And...
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
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Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
Wreck nights, spit flames
Lead pipes, split frames
Kid ain't shit changed - Jedi Mind Tricks (Death March)
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Posted: Sat, 22/10/2005 - 12:25pm 
