Best Rap Line/Lyrics??

"excuse me dude, not to prove to be rude, but this smells like what you might put on movie food"

mf doom

great thread, not sure if this is the best line ever, but was stuck in my head today at work.

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Mike my stromy don't be so selfish

Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish

no one will ever rhyme with selfish with shellfish again. classic

abracadra, boom shaka day

i'm violent j and i'm back like a vertebrae

ahh dooom

don’t mind me, i wrote this rhyme lightly

offa two or three heinies, and boy was they fine, g;-

one black, one spanish, one chinee;

i keeps the woody shiny, year-round like a pine tree.

I like this one

This is the next lifetime and you wanna battle

Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations

The sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeleton

You got beef but there's worms in your Wellington

I'll put a hole in your skull and extract your gelatin

"baby let's get buck naked and fuck"

Energy is felt once the cards are dealt

With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts

that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon

I represent from midnight to high noon

I don't waste ink, African American I think

I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink.

if i may interject, simply let, the flaming orb of egoset in retrospect then take a couple

copulative breaths, and introverted steps, beyond inept, now, truly embrace the

perspective in depth, allowing self-injured canes to connect, its dear old dose lone ?? in full

effect, very masterful, once in physically meshed, with an mc’s definable context bigger

than ???? infinitely next shrinkwrapped limply erect promotional perversion safe that

insects speaks no more no longer my sensium pros and powered cork ? burns and spreads

to be obscure with that natural pure, a neglected b-boy, you’re, so check all reps and

written gizmos at euphoria’s door, the misguided bandits culture tour, stops here, we are ?

wire mics and nothing more than the drug outfit company, decor, decorative technicolor

slug, you’re some type of latch in place ? mode pushing that static scores ?? bootlegs ????

underwater dub of your cousins demo but this time, ex-communication’s not enough,

perpetually groping energy gorge grub better ?? find another icon to finally rub after all

the mics are odd, bub, unless you’d like to leave this elite club, turn exhibiton dippin colodial

blood that goes with this collection of disfigured nubs mc rip torn graphite smudge scrap

of papers then shredded, literally, officially, be chicken headed and boned and lightly

breaded, deviant mainstream radio edit, the recessed professed balance aleged just some

new fangled synthetic re-processed flows in credits, completely devoid of all meaningful

content, get it, you’re wick wick wack, and i’m omnipresent detrimentally threaded

through every eleven, memory impremonition embedded in your shallow brain pan, the

coming all you’ve loved, feared and or regretted, or understand, kindly be a good

disgruntled fan, rabid scavengers pen in hand, make your way to the stands, neo-placebo

man for despite need quill ??? you’re out of touch, imcontemperable sands, ? that swollen

ignorance gland, a color coated perochial clan on back to fleeting industrial dreamland, i

mean damn, wheres the intendant-tegrity, little lamb orbit essentially you’ve obsorbed quite

enough of my intensity for any one composed comprehensively sensory experience the size

quintessentially i despise the slight for anomaly spent to be delirious with lecheries from

mented free feeling punch-drunk used excessfully, not thunk, pissin all over my beloved,

ecstasy shameless punk, you probably enjoyed it, see, cuz thats where i draw the line

phonetically as len proceeds to beat you instrumentally, i let shine the marshall perpensity

of an urban enigma splendid tendency to enlighten endlessly, theres no use fightin, be

introspectively highten frame of person or be enfrightened, soul is son of a dead merchant,

you’re writin’, the last few jealous words in a legacy bound by lies, and dont worry it

stops hurtin once you actualize, so keep the lips pursed and close your eyes, you’ve been

civilized

i got nicknames

for all my guns

trim (the best grime mc on the planet imo) delivering a lazy interjection in half-time in response to a spittle-filled battle rhyme:

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before i was ummm... rudely interrupted

MCs are like kids in a class,

i'm the one who disrupts it.

 

playground bully;- not the one to be fucked with,

and no-one likes a bully,

but fuck it, this bully don't want to be liked.

it's like he hardly bats an eyelid lol

Now this may sound disgusting an' like very gross

But it's sure to have your trippin'

So y'all listen close

It's not bright as the sun or sweet like sugar

But it's rather on the bug tip and it's called pickin' boogers

Now what I'm emceein' might not seem kosher to you

But it's still somethin' we all have to do

So go up your nose with a finger or two

And pull out one or a crusty crew

Yo, don't try to front like it's so gloomy and gray

'cause we all pick our boogers sometime every day

Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip

With a finger, tissue, or even a q-tip

Take it from the biz markie because I'm jokin'

And also, remember this slogan

Hey, ma, what's for dinner?

Go up your nose and pick a winner

Pickin' boogers

Pickin' boogers

Let me tell you what happened on the train, man

I was coolin' one day with my partner kane

Headed up to the rooftop, ridin' the d train

When the man sittin' next to me was so profane

He'd stick his finger up his nose, then do a drain

(you should 'a moved)

I was just about, but all of a sudden, homeboy just pulled out

A big green slimey, not even gonna say it

But it weighed a good pound if you tried to weigh it

He sat there for a while with it in his hand

So I tried to play cool and like ignore the man

So I laid my head back to catch a quick nap

All of sudden, he plucked it dead in my lap

Now kane sat there laughing like it was all a joke

But a brother like biz markie had almost choked

So I dug up my nose and pulled out about 5

And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye

Then the man jumped up and said

"What's wrong with you?"

and wiped them off his face and said

"I can't mess with you"

Like if I did something that was so full of shame

But yo you got to know the name of the game

Pickin' boogers

Pickin' boogers

Pickin' boogers (Mmmm)

Now let me take a trip down memory lane

Back in public school with my partner kane

When I was class clown and he was my brother

Sittin' at the desk pluckin' boogers at each other

Never do our work as we were suppose

'cause we was too busy diggin' up our nose

and in the lunchroom we would talk about rude

gossip at the person that all leave his food

No matter who you are we didn't give a damn

We even put teachers down with the program

Well if you was a woman or if you're a man

We'd put boogers on our fingers then shake your hand

Catch anyone from anywhere, but the best fun about it

catchin' kane out there

Especially when we playing ball at the gym

I put boogers on the basketball and pass it to him

Now we're grown up and think that's changed

But we're still playin' the pick your boogers game

Just last night when kane was gettin' ready

I slipped a little green one inside his spaghetti

Pickin' boogers

Pickin' boogers

Pickin' boogers

Pickin' boogers

Let me tell you what happened to me with this girl

One night in Latin Quarters I was standin' there easy

I saw a gorgeous young lady that I wanted to squeeze

I knew sure enough that I really did want it

so no half-steppin' I pushed the bonnet

Well I'm a go-able and enough that was phat

Had a spotlight beamin' on my bismal cap

But when she stepped in the light and she got real close

I saw a teeny weeny booger on the tip of her nose

She was dressed real dep and her body was hooked

But that brought-up booger just ruined the look

I wanted to tell her about it but I couldn't be bold

So I played it off and said "That's a cute green mole"

I was hopin' from that she would wipe it away

But she didn't do nothin' , I guess she wanted it to stay

I said "Before you get my number, I don't mean to diss you,

but write it in the handbook 'cause you're gonna need the tissue

nobody beats the biz

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I liked to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys

Who were up to no good

Startin making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packed my suite case and send me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.

I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad

Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.

Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?

Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that

Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?

I don't think sow

I'll see when I get there

I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out

I ain't trying to get arrested

I just got here

I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I can say this cab is rare

But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8

And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

upon listening to madvillain - "great day today" i see that i messed up my favorite rap lyric written above. it goes like this:

groovy dude, not to prove to be rude, but this stuff is like what you might put on movie food."

and one more great one from same song.

"last wish, I wish I had two more wishes, and I wish they'd fix the door to the matrix there's mad glitches,

I spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches, one thing this party could use is more...ah-ah-em, booze."

I seen the light excite all the freaks

Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps

African Americanz wanna creep, got ta watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?

I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up

One false move, get swiss-cheesed up

Clip to Tec, respect I demand it

Slip and break the, 11th Commandment

Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa

Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya

I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don

Pussy when I walk Rolex on the arm

You'll die slow but calm

Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake

So you goes in a Mercedes with the old ladies

for the ladies you get sony playstations

you take the electrodes out you put them on the heart after they die

then you have a good time

you fuck the bodies like you were very naughty and you....

calculating....calculating....

you fuck the cadavers like you were Mr. Rogers

like on Mr Rogers Neighborhood

where we all go to the cemetery to fuck things (laughs)

-GWH 'voodoo sex' '20 rap house greats'

Yo! with my hand i control you like a puppet

but on a million dollar budget like we were the Muppets

I take you and lay you to the carpet

then i will force you to make 'Music for Car-ports'

-GWH 'Panic... in the Ghetto' 'Scatology'

Space ship comin down suckin' dick

Its a flying sauca but it's also a Brothel

-GWH 'hamburger lady' '20 rap house greats'

So much of my crew likes to eat their own excrement!

bondage and latex just fo the heck of it

hentai tentacle rape....

with identical tapes

Fist fuckin and in Utero porn

fuckin bitches up the ass before they even born!

I like to watch sex like a Voyeur, like Tom Sawyer or the Ultimate Warrior

like Bill Moyrs and also like a Lawyer

-GWH unknown track 'scatology'

The surgeon general, doctor Koop

S'posed to give you all the poop

But when he's with P.M.R.C.

The poop he's scoopin'

Amazes me

C-span showed him, all dressed up

In his phoney doctor God get-up

He looked in the camera and fixed his specs

'n gave a little lecture

'bout anal sex

He says it is not good for us

We just can't be promiscuous

He's a doctor -- he should know

It's the work of the devil, so

Girls, don't blow!

Don't blow jimmy, don't blow bobby

Get yourself another hobby

(if jesus practiced medicine

I'm sure he'd do it

Just like him)

Is doctor Koop a man to trust?

It seems at least that Reagan must

(but Ron's a trusting sort of guy --

He trusts Ed Meese

I wonder why? )

The A.M.A. has just got caught

For doin' stuff it shouldn't ought

All they do is lie and lie

Where's doctor Koop?

He's standin' by

Surgeon General? what's the deal?

Is your epidemic real?

Are you leaving something out?

Something we can't talk about?

A little green monkey over there

Kills a million people?

That's not fair!

Did it really go that way?

Did you ask the C.I.A.?

Would they take you serious,

Or have they been

Promiscuous

anything by N.W.A. pretty much

you can either ignore this advice or take it from me

be too nice and people take you for a dummy

so now a'days he aint so friendly

actually they wouldnt even made a worthy enemy

read the signs, no feedin the baboons

seein as how they cut your back bleeding from the stab wounds

Stop scheming, and looking hard

I got a great big bodyguard

me and eric b and a nice big plate of fish

which is my favourite dish

ramina the jamina

we got the stamina

in case you havent noticed

we dont give a damnina

you want freestlye, thats right the style is free

African Americans suck my dick and their girls drink my pee

dancin on your grave like baryshnikov,

i'll rip you off,

leave you in the desert 'til the vultures strip your corpse,

then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft

'til the flesh is peelin' off,

i'm a devil concealed in cloth,

walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork,

you got a hole in your stomach,

yo plug it up with a cork, you dork,

lots of blood loss, red cross,

couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off,

brutal, sadistic, the only way,

I'll be remembered, after I'm dismembered,

and my bones decay, a rap legend,

feel the aggressionary session,

my inventions of tension and powerful progression,

it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,

hit your mind like consuming strychnine,

for all the shells, clips and glocks,

you step to me with a weapon,

you'll be reppin' your click in a box

Shame on a African American who try to run game on a African American

Wu buck wild with the trigger!

Shame on a African American who try to run game on a African American

I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!

Hey sucka African American, whoever you are (repeat 2x)

Hey sucka African American, hey sucka African American

Whoever you are, whoever you are

[q-tip]

Aiyyo, turn it up muhammad

Turn everything up in the headphones

So I dont lose my vocals

Yeah thats good, turn my vocals a little bit

With the upper bassline

I be hatin sucka mcs, and the sucka African Americans

Posing like they hard when we know they damn card

What you figure, rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight

So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back

And light me, inhale *inhalation noise*

My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale

Young girls desires for the females dreams

I be the abstract poetic representin from queens

Socially Im not a name, black and white got game

If you came to the jam, well Im glad you came

See, African American first was used back in the deep south

Fallin out between the dome of the white mans mouth

It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy

Other African Americans in the community think its crummy

But I dont, neither does the youth cause we

Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race

And being that we use it as a term of endearment

African Americans start to bug to the dome is where the fear went

Now the little shorties say it all of the time

And a whole bunch of African Americans throw the word in they rhyme

Yo I start to flinch, as I try not to say it

But my lips is like the oowop as I start to spray it

My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it

My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray the

Sucka African American, African American African American

I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front

The sucka African Americans, African American African American

I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front

The sucka African Americans, African American African American

I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front

Its the neo-African American of the nineties, cmon

I be hatin sucka mcs, and the sucka African Americans

Posin like they hard when we know they damn card

What you figure, rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight

So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back

And light me *inhalation noise* inhale *echoes*

My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale

Young girls desires for the females dreams

I be the abstract poetic representin from queens

Socially Im not a name, black and white got game

If you came to the jam well Im glad you came

See, African American first was used down in the deep south

Fallin out between the dome of the white mans mouth

It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy

Other African Americans in the community think its crummy

But I dont, neither does the youth cause we

Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race

Yo I start to flinch, as I try not to say it

But my lips is like the oowop as I start to spray it

My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it

My lips is like a oowop, yo you know the rest

The sucka African Americans, African Americans African Americans

I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front

The sucka African Americans, African American African American

I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front

The sucka African Americans, African American African American

I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front

Sucka African Americans, African American African American

Aiyyo shaheed, take us the fuck outta here

the irony is nom nom nom