fave HH lyrix

okay, there are far too many to even try . .but my fave lyric of the mo' is Mos Def and Ghostface Killa's 'miss fat booty':
'ass so fat she think the police are following her'
anyone else . . ?

when birds used to fly upon cuckoos nests on quests for perfection in this art so its heart could rest

~ SOUND ADVICE - BREAKS COOP ~

for me... Snoop Dogg.
"mah niggerz gettin twisted"

"It's gettin hot in here so take off all your clothes"


-Man what wordplay.

"I drop gems like on the run from police
alias evidence intensify when live
I understand pace I understand stride
The only thing worse than lose you title
is have it stolen
I treat beats like video games flat out
controll em"
.....
"most kids got wack tracks but high tech videos
fresh,
they know that ain't right thats why the screens
turned left,
logo backwards please, evidence here to sieze all
assets"
......
"sometimes I mould to the shape of a pentagon
dilated times five are ill ring the intercom"

from one song, evidence is the man

Many a Snoop lyric, but Bone Thugs "Standing on the corner straight slanging rocks, oh shit here comes the mother fucken cops, so I dash I ducks and I hides behind a tree, making sure the mother fuckers don't see mee!........."

"life aint nothing but bitches & money" - NWA

"pussy aint shit but lips n clits" - Funkdoobiest

Two faves I can think of now -

"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" - Inspectah Deck - Triumph




"I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn
Hello, good looking, is this seat tooken
On the A-train, picking at her brain
I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name
I said I still like your style of fashion
But I hate your hostile, 'itty attitude wit a passion
Is it because brothers like to hawk alot
Is it because your sign don't talk alot
She turned away, no play, I said ok
You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day
Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight
I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night" - Rakim - whats on your mind


I kinda like the flow more than the lyrics.

The answer to the riddle is me and here's the question
Who can be (fresh)
Who can be (dope)
Who can be (nice)
Who can be (beautiful)
Who can be (word)
Who can be....

"i impregnate the world when I come through your speaker" - Jay-Z

"I giggle outside the booth, but ain't no joke inside" - Bubba Sparxxx (Ugly)

"i'm intellectual, i pass more essays, then police patrols rollin through east LA" - Pharaohe Monch (Fuck You)

"lyricism is vision, what I'm spittin is peripheral" - Scribe (Scribe 2001)

"People thinking MC is shorthand for misconception" - Talib Kweli (Definition)

AGUMJ - De La Soul - Ego Trip

"Worst comes to worst my peoples come first"

"The beat is sinister, primo makes you relax, im like the minister, when i be lacin the wax"

"Im out for dead presidents to reprazent me"

I think this verse gotta go down in history:

Inspectah Deck from Triumph:

"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"

That's about as good as it gets IMO

Big L - The Heist

Wicked lil story... wish I was teh crazy mofo

Bust it
Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about 2 in the morn'
I just finished doin a song
Now I'm ready for sleep
But first I want spaghetti to eat
In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep
My voice is harsh, barely can speak
I called back on the cell
It's Coley, mad as hell
He told me to listen well as he started to yell
"I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
And they just got a room in the Holiday Inn"
"It's my wife, you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure
I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door"
"Yo, say no more, which one?"
"The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge"
"We goin' hurt those hoes"
"And hurt both of them kids"
Now I'm in the Range
Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change
I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames
Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggas fuckin up my reputation
I saw Coleone holdin the chrome
Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup
Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up
"Yo, who that in the background?"
"It's Tommy Giss"
"Oh, I didn't recognise you with your hat down
Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out"
"Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute
And pull our gats out and throw our mask on
We ain't leavin till everyone's dead and all the cash gone"
"We goin to get our laugh on when we're through
But right now we got a job to do"
"So let's do it"
Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her to listen up before she get hurt
"They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
What room they got?"
She paused and said "212"
Took the steps now I'm out of breath
I gotta stop smokin
Them cigarettes goin be the cause of my death
My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off
Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off
Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase
I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face
Then my other two niggas ran in
Each had a cannon
Ready to take care, how we done planned it
"These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate"
We know they got stacks
Cause they don't move with nothin but weight
We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use
Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose
"Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face
So I just had your back
You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at"
He gave me the address then I ran outside
But first I took the keys to his van outside
And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash
A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash
I was dumb glad
The sit didn't fit in one bag
So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth
And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
When I got back, Coley done popped them punks
"Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs"
Man that's four bodies
Two outta-towners and two hotties
And after that we ain't sleep for three days
We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways
Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded
Celebratin nigga, heist completed

"the only emcee with a flu, yeah i rhyme sick"
-jay z, brooklyn's finest.

"my name is in the middle of equality"
-talib qwali

i take two puffs and elevate my mind - the xpedition w/ 4cornerz

Yo! My name is Pete/
I wear my blue blockers on the street./

i forget the rest but it was dope anyways.

muwahaha BLUE BLOCKERS hahahaha

have any of y'all heard the freestyle on And1 mixtape vol. 5. It's fuckin funny.

WOAH! junglist that wuz sum effort kid.
Nice to see the talib kweli licks.
oh and FRISK, it aint about the words, that song is all about NElly wearing sleeveless tops, u obviously aint a chick.
check.

this goes out to every obsticle that made me stronger
to the poison that made the antidote
dialated
wild style
all u need to know

I ain't hardcore
I don't pack a 9 millimetre
and most of y'all gangsta rappers ain't hard core niether
Whoever gets mad then I talking about you
Claim you fear no man but never walk without kru
Wher I'm from ur reputation don't mean jack
So what if you pack guns and sell fiends crack
you ain't big time my man
you aint no different from the next cat in my hood who did time

can i get busy like a bee,
check 1, 2, 3
e swift an da alcoholic crew an king t,
knockin niggerz out da box,
drink my scotch on da rocks
and i'm makin more hits than the undercover cops.
....................................................


"buss dat ass" 1993 King Tipsy (wit da alcy rhyma's)

There's a fine line between love and hate
can't wait too late cuz baby i'm on it
Can't worry bout wat anutha nigga thinks
see thats liberation and baby i want it.

Smoke in your face ur a superstar
nigga's hang around cuz a who you are
you got alot of love cuz of wat u got
say they're happy for u but they're really not
Sell alot of records and you roll a benz
fall up in the spot now you're losin friends
All you wanna do is give the world ur heart
but the label try ta make you compromise ur art
Make a million dollars make a million mo'
First class broad treat u like a Nigga poor
You wanna say wait but ur scared to ask
and the world starts spinnin an it's movin fast
Try to stay sane, thats the price of fame
spendin ur life tryna numb the pain
you shake that load off and sing you song
liberate the minds the you go on home . . .

oracle, thats mad deep
who wrote that and whats the track called?

As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where
young men & young women go to experience
they first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
and the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
competing with "Set it Off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.
and three niggas just don' got hauled
off in the ambulance [sliced up]
two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]
and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation

glad to hear it maximuss
That's Badu doin a verse on OutKasts 'Aquemini' album . . .
Renn's post's off the same one . .
go get it
the whole things crazzzzy-beautiful-insane- genius . . .
peace

i knew id heard it.
Outcast was hot, pitty they fell off

oh brutha don't say that . .
u listened 2 'dungeon family' 'even in darkness'?
if not, have a peek, it might reinstate ur respect
for BigBoi and Dre
wateva happens to those cats . . they still were and always will be the unbeatable lyricists . .

The Roots - Datskat
Yeah!!!!

Di-bi-dis-banks,
hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound
You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow,
formulatin nouns
I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on,
right on
The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've
shown, while
sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow
You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe
Fuck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the
fattest skatter
Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually
ritually catchin wreck, don't step, I cut ya
I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter
words
to prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is
out there
waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do
kid
The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too
The front two, run through, good for you
Brand new styles like Kung-Fu
And rip this from the front to the back
To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it
when I kick