Best Rap Line/Lyrics??

[Guest Echo]

I FUCKED YO SISTER I FUCKED YO CAT

I WAS GONNA FUCK YO MOMS BUT THE BITCH WAS TOO FAT.

[chenGOD]

I don't even care if this has been posted before:

 

[Verse One]

Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid

When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done

Plus congratulations you know you got a son

I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?

Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

Flippin, talk about he acts too rough

He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff

I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too

Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you

But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?

Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged

Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime

Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's

at night time there's more trife than ever

Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?

If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest

Say whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commissary

You was my nigga when push came to shove

One what? one love

 

[Verse Two]

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

Out in New York the same shit is goin on

the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking

hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking

the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin

word to mother, I heard him frontin

and he be pumping on your block

your man gave him your glock

and now they run together, what up son, whatever

since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease

but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece

Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira

better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire

Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers

but maintain when you come home the corner's ours

On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, see you on the next V-I

I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks

Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me

he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key

so stay civilised, time flies

though incarcerated your mind [dies]

I hate it when your mum cries

it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a

I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love

 

[Verse Three]

Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack

mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts

written in school text books, bibles, et cetera

Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er

So I be ghost from my projects

I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin

A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone

to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home

You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible

Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue

or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10

a future in a maximum state pen is grim

So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop

Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops

He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof

so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"

He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks

I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard

keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him

cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one

Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up

Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up

at the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul

Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style

Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes

then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose

there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose

words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above

keep an eye out for jake shorty what

one love

[Guest abusivegeorge]

I FUCKED YO SISTER I FUCKED YO CAT

I WAS GONNA FUCK YO MOMS BUT THE BITCH WAS TOO FAT.

 

Fuckin lol, what a daft cunt.

[takeshi]

Scarface - The Pimp (1991)

 

I like pussy

Pussy's got me crazy

Well shaped, light skin, cleaning lady

Slap me on a rubber, my brother

and dive straight for the covers

 

One leg down, one leg up

That's the way I like to fuck

I be getting them guts

and I'm done once I bust me a nut.

 

You can even suck it, baby

Dick sucking just drives me crazy

Aww yeah suck it fast

Now wet your tongue and slide it across my ass

Or lick the cum from my dick

Ohh yeah that's it

 

Now turn over on your stomach

Open up and let me run it

Gettin' that ass bitch

That's what I call the fuckin' shit

[female voice] Holy shit Brad

Well loosen up and it won't hurt so bad

 

I like to fuck until the rubber's smokin'

Switch up and keep on strokin'

Bitches walk out the crib with a limp

Cause I'm the motherfuckin pimp

 

Yeah this goes out the the entire Rap-A-Lot family

All the motherfuckin pimps

O Jay, O B Doe

Here I go again

 

I was kinda lonely last week

So I called up this bad ass freak

The bitch had a man and three kids

I just wanted to fuck and that's exactly what I did

 

I guess her husband ain't packin

Cause the bitch damn sure is fucking action

What he doesn't know won't hurt him, shit

Cause see I don't love that bitch

All I wanna do is get my dick sucked

And a real quick nut

 

Knocked on my door at 10:30

The first thing she said was "don't hurt me"

I cracked a little smile and just laughed

And got dead in that ass

 

I had the bitch screaming bloody murder

My next door neighbors even heard us

But I didn't give a fuck, my brother

The bitch shouldn't have came by and let me fuck her

 

Pulled it out and laid it on her chest

And put her titties to the test

I made a hole snug like a glove

I had to get a little dookie love

Yeah, that's right butt fuckin'

And a real good dick suckin'

 

The whole neighborhood had heard us

But yo I get paid for my service

One more bitch with a limp

Cause I'm the motherfuckin' pimp

 

Yeah special shout out to my boys in the park

In the ward, you know what I'm saying

Actin' in full effect, on they ass

And to all the bitches I be fuckin'

To all the bitches I claim to love

Fuck you bitch

[Guest nene multiple assgasms]

I don't even care if this has been posted before:

 

[Verse One]

Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid

When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done

Plus congratulations you know you got a son

I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?

Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

Flippin, talk about he acts too rough

He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff

I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too

Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you

But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?

Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged

Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime

Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's

at night time there's more trife than ever

Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?

If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest

Say whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commissary

You was my nigga when push came to shove

One what? one love

 

[Verse Two]

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

Out in New York the same shit is goin on

the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking

hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking

the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin

word to mother, I heard him frontin

and he be pumping on your block

your man gave him your glock

and now they run together, what up son, whatever

since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease

but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece

Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira

better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire

Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers

but maintain when you come home the corner's ours

On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, see you on the next V-I

I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks

Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me

he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key

so stay civilised, time flies

though incarcerated your mind [dies]

I hate it when your mum cries

it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a

I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love

 

[Verse Three]

Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack

mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts

written in school text books, bibles, et cetera

Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er

So I be ghost from my projects

I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin

A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone

to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home

You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible

Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue

or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10

a future in a maximum state pen is grim

So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop

Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops

He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof

so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"

He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks

I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard

keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him

cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one

Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up

Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up

at the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul

Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style

Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes

then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose

there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose

words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above

keep an eye out for jake shorty what

one love

 

one love. one love. one love. one love.

 

awesome. have you heard the version with an mf doom beat?

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Esh160WVbBI

[takeshi]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Esh160WVbBI

 

bananas...

[chenGOD]

Yeah special blends...much btter than NAStradoomus IMO...

[Guest Coalbucket PI]

Put the needle to the groove i gets rude and I'm forced to fuck it up

My style carries like a pick up truck

across the clear blue yonder

sea to shining sea

I slam tracks like quarterbacks from LT

now why try to test the rebel INS

blessed since birth I earth slam your vest

I bakes the cake then I takes the cake and eat it too

with my crew we head state to state

 

Inspectah Deck

[Guest dese manz hatin]

"Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight

Better watch me round your girl if you ain't fucking her right

You damn playa haters never want to see me blow

Flamboyant Entertainment CEO

Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more

When Lee come home, niggaz can't live no more

And ... I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate

I never lounge where you find Jake

Suprise niggaz like a blind date, L rhyme great

And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake

Run with me and I'm a make you a star

When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar

Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3

Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free

I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit

Selling niggaz that wet shit right out the jar shit

I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock

Keep the gun cock, represent one block

139 nigga, the Danger Zone

We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome

I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine

Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time"

[takeshi]

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis

Shinin, like who on top of this?

People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin

Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin

I'm wrestlin with words and ideas

My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit

The scribes can apply to transcript, yo

This ain't no time where the usual is suitable

Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable

The indisputable, we new york the narcotic

Strength in metal and fiber optics

Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips

For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets

Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches

Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living

Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options

No batman and robin, can't tell between

The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless

With no conscience, back streets stay darkened

Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened

My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin

You either make a way or stay sobbin, the shiny apple

Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat

You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat

Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down

Spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages

My narrative, rose to explain this existance

Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

 

So much on my mind that I can't recline

Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine

Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine

Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call

I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin

Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening

Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

 

Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps

We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept

The beast crept through concrete jungles

Communicatin with one another

And ghetto birds where waters fall

From the hydrants to the gutters

The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin

You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken

Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers

With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god

But havin children by a lesser baby mother but f**k it

We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull

 

When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes

Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise

Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog

Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene

Thoughts that people put in the air

Places where you could get murdered over a glare

But everything is fair

It's a paradox we call reality

So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality

Killers born naturally like, mickey and mallory

Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an nba salary

Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing

Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in

For trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted

I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded

My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york niggaz

Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go

I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates

New york life type trife the roman empire state

 

So much on my mind I just can't recline

Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine

Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine

Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call

I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin

Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening

Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

 

Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin at my former hood

Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good

Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it

Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered

I choreograph seven steps to heaven

And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened

Veteran of a cold war it's chica-i-go for

What I know or, what's known

So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home

From the crib I spend months gone

Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long

Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong

Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch-tone

It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on

Some of this land I must own

Outta the city, they want us gone

Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes

My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones

Surrounded by hate, yet I love home

Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound

Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown

It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep

Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep

Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

 

So much on my mind I just can't recline

Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine

Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine

Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call

I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing

Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening

Kissed her eyes goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving

[prdctvsm]

[Hell Razah]
From the ghetto, not the suburbs
First ye observe me, come serve me
All high under my Godfather's derby
Style that be Earthly, you heard of me
Satan can't curse me, I perfer my by bein dirty
Stayin sterdy, watch the birdy, make you beg for some mercy
A motionless attempt to want to hurt me
Out for big cops that wanna search me
But their justice don't deserve me
This world don't concern me
Children of the prophets in the projects gotta hustle for a profit
Before we hit Apocalypse, thieves dig your pockets
Begin to notice they're Earth's hostages
The wicked rule, cash rules
Stash jewels in your head that be brain food
Show and prove, go back to black schools
I smack fools, tryin to give me back the shackles
Don't make me clap you
My niggas carry Glocks, gettin sexed up in homemade mariotts
Sit back and we plot a lot
Move with the ninja type and the Nazis like society
The wisely, FBI's can't even keep an eye on me

 

[cruising for burgers]

I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in the bucket
With the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire
In a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter
Like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear

I got lost downtown
Couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share
Her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap
The cops picked up us both
I tried to explain
I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever
Should have burnt my uniform
He said:
'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window
With my shadow on a spoon
Dancing on the roof
Shooting holes in the moon

Get busy, get busy, you know it

I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack

Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand
And I don't understand
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce
And the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy
Cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me
With a butterfly net
Riding on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell

Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms
With the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a birdcage
Flapping my jaw like a pretzel
In the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes
In the ditch no more

And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack