Your favorite lines from a rap 'song'?

[Archie F. Swin]

I hope this thread will ride the jersey tails of the "Top 10 Rappers..." thread. When you think of some of the sickest spits from great hip-hop tracks, what comes to mind?

I'll offer two:

From the track: "Flava in ya Ear", Craig Mack says:
" You're crazy like that glue, to think that you can outdo my 'one-two' that's sick like the flu."

From the track "Scenario", rapper Phife Dawg says:
"I'm all that and then some,
Tall, dark and handsome.
I'll bust a nut upside ya eye,
to show you where I cum from..."

[Reaper16]

Every rap thread posted in the lounge is painful to read. If you guys want legit responses to rap threads then post in the Media Center, where people who understand music talk about music.

I'll go ahead and share my favorite rap one-liner from 2011 so far:
"I'm heading west like I'm ****ing blowing Kayne." -- Childish Gambino, "All of the Lights (Acoustic)"

[Thig Lyfe]

Originally Posted by Reaper16

Every rap thread posted in the lounge is painful to read. If you guys want legit responses to rap threads then post in the Media Center, where people who understand music talk about music.

I'll go ahead and share my favorite rap one-liner from 2011 so far:
"I'm heading west like I'm ****ing blowing Kayne."

RAP MORE LIKE CRAP AM I RITE

SEE CUZ RAP RHYMES WITH CRAP SO

[KCUnited]

Moving on to St. Louis, where they country as ****
With gold teeth in they mouth, but they still know whats up

[Red Beans]

Geto Boys-

"I knew the girl was ready, I started gettin' sweaty, so I reached between the seats and I whipped out the machete. She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts we like spaghetti. A maniac, I stabbed the girl in the tits, and to stop her nerves from jumpin' I just cut her to bits. An assassin, a mother ****ing assassin."

[Sweet Daddy Hate]

Originally Posted by Reaper16

Every rap thread posted in the lounge is painful to read. If you guys want legit responses to rap threads then post in the Media Center, where people who understand music talk about music.

I'll go ahead and share my favorite rap one-liner from 2011 so far:
"I'm heading west like I'm ****ing blowing Kayne." -- Childish Gambino, "All of the Lights (Acoustic)"

I'll assume the delivery adds much-needed impact and "juice".

[listopencil]

I'll say this:

"Hip Hop"

You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on y'all let's rock this!
You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on!

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall... (Hungh!!)
My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To Be-Bopping
To Hip-Hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All over your map
I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls....
Chill for a minute
Let's see whoelse tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don't gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)

[scratching]

Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits (hungh!)
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It's low life getting tree-top high
Here there's a back water remedy
Bitter intent to memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unacredited
The break beats you get broken with
on time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic spnosor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
It's all city like phase two
Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But black, it can't save you



...and...


"Baby Got Back"

[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, you know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna ******
Till the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sister, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

[Reaper16]

Originally Posted by ROR

I'll assume the delivery adds much-needed impact and "juice".

I like it because it it eschews normal hiphop hyper-manliness in favor of a simile involving performing oral sex on another rapper.

[Sweet Daddy Hate]

Originally Posted by Reaper16

I like it because it it eschews normal hiphop hyper-manliness in favor of a simile involving performing oral sex on another rapper.

Well now, my naughty parts be tingling!

[rad]

From Del the Funky Homosapien's "If Ya Must"

.....Now at class you need total concentration
But there's kids in the back holdin conversations
Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys
Both of em smell like the type that soap avoids
Coast and Joy, they leave their absence
One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
Brimstone, girls would never bring him home
I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone
And said, "Bud you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa"
I know some people your ass should be submerged
Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd
Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid
Well look it up
And while you're at it, get a cup
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
You get our vote for most stinkiest
That ****a started thinkin of shit, said I was frail
I said he was stale
Underarms is ripe
Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats
And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect
****a check, yourself
Respect yourself
And wash your motha****in body 'fore your sweatshirt melt
Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive
The funk got you captive
You don't need a map bitch

[CHORUS] (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy

[Thig Lyfe]

Originally Posted by Reaper16

Every rap thread posted in the lounge is painful to read. If you guys want legit responses to rap threads then post in the Media Center, where people who understand music talk about music.

I'll go ahead and share my favorite rap one-liner from 2011 so far:
"I'm heading west like I'm ****ing blowing Kayne." -- Childish Gambino, "All of the Lights (Acoustic)"

Childish Gambino is probably the best punchline rapper in the game right now. Makes sense, seeing as his day job is professional comedian.

[-King-]

Usually with my right hand the murders wrote but with the left hand I write fire you can call it second hand smoke.

- Metaphor the great

[Quesadilla Joe]

Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And **** Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

From some old Eminem song

[BillSelfsTrophycase]

Originally Posted by Reaper16

Every rap thread posted in the lounge is painful to read. If you guys want legit responses to rap threads then post in the Media Center, where people who understand music talk about music.

I'll go ahead and share my favorite rap one-liner from 2011 so far:
"I'm heading west like I'm ****ing blowing Kayne." -- Childish Gambino, "All of the Lights (Acoustic)"

I knew about beer snobs, never knew there were rap snobs

[KC native]

Method Man in NYC Everything on RZA's first Bobby Digital CD

[Method Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathan, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombay
Your b_tch look like Strange', look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
Cuz I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, b_tt naked wit a knife
Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip

complete with timed youtube clip http://youtu.be/tuOgxG32IJY?t=1m55s

[FlaChief58]

Rap is crap! That is all