Best Rap Line/Lyrics??

if I'm not workin or puttin work in

I'm either wheelin and dealin

or probably jerkin my (censored)

yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions

all destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection

rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight

always get the dough first then everything else goes right

at least that's what they say and who the fuck is they?

make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay

Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen

before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian

captains log supplemental

the Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal

on my cue photon torpedo

oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito

and so on for the street though

smoke a pound of leak though

I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show

don't let the drama getcha

in the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger

bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher

either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher

in that order, man, woman ,son, daughter

the beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter

even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance

some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance

it's not a hobby, don't be sloppy

doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery

nobody supposed to get bodied...golly

this shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably

it's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon

where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm

while workin' on new developments for the book bomb

in one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)

BOW! look mom.. no hand

studied black magic for years out in no man's land

it's like a barbecue all swine cookout

to fuck up they plans like a blind man look out

cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it

the same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit

Norbert y'all better off goin corporate

nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid

it's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove

and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love

like on top of the world loser keep it gully

rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly

it's why they brung V he still hungry

and spit something thick on the mic like a lungie

mind ya daughter she on line for the water

to get lucky like when she found a quater kinda sorta

remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?

he only came to save the game like a memory card

ooh shrewd, alot of crews is too rude

and it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes

he said 24-7 I be on call

he use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall

numbskulls.. get ta steppin they dumb dull

and how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull

cats be like what's wrong with your man black?

biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax

jeez and can't get no peace

form blazin sword for the police robeast

Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report

and sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought

you ain't know he sell hooks and choruses?

they couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses

it's like a friendly game of dodge ball

oddball gaurd y'all, he played the garage wall

with the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace

and the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist

you saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped

or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop

it's too much wreck hops

who next to get they neck chopped

or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop

woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do

groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew

they outta place, beats sounds like outer space

with no time to waste he was audi.. without a trace

It's just me and Jack,

the blac vagina finda.

I SPIT TROOF TO DA YOOF!

 

I SAY "HEY YOOF, HERE'S THE TROOF!

 

YALL BETTER START WEARIN' BULLET PROOF!

8waits for sini tot take over the thread*

Sex is the reason that we all exist

See the stars made love in primordial mist

Way before the abyss, generated Genesis

The endless kiss, when the Gods put they lips on the galaxy

Stimulating universal energy

Magically, sexually, life was spread rapidly

Vasectomy to decimate the legacy is futile

Whenever I write, I give life to a new child

The music sound nubile

I'm fit to have sex with rap, and probably procreate a new style

Spermatazoa devoted to searching the biological ocean for controllin the ovum

Further than Omega, flow goes extra

Milelage, cause everything is sex & violence

Jet for seclusion and refuge in choosin

The best loops avoided

Lex Coupes and toys and

Techs and tools that infect the school systems

Paint new rhythms like Picasso usin Cubism

New prisms for your eyesight to explore

My life's with Adam & Eve and the sex four

Connect your rhymes with minds like an amoeba

We could either follow the leader or follow procedures

Either eat it before you secrete a seed in between her

Or leave her screamin fiendin beneath her to please her deeper

So many ways to sex it, with amazing methods

I never paid to get it, I was made to wreck it

I ain't afraid to bless it, cause I slay protected

On stage I'm nekkid, the way I was created (Check it!)

At a show capacity was two hundred forty

Did it to the crowd it was a new sorta orgy

Them other brothers before me approached it kind of corny

So I when I grabbed a shorty yo she wasn't even war for me

That made me more horny, I like a challenge so

Started to alter the definition of a talent show

I knocked it off like a gallon pro

Hit it and switched positions

Lovin this mic, got a rich tradition

Yeah the baddest of the best was affectionate

Romance and bodily kisses before sexin it

Slow dance and pay for the meal, just like a gentleman

Treat her like a lady, hold the door before you let her in

Mental medicine, pencillin for whatever villian infected the mic

With metaphysics with syphillus in it

Cynical critics script it as if I ain't fuckin it right

But all they do is masturbate, they never was touchin the mic

Bust it and slide man, that ain't my style

Get permission before stickin and stay a while

When you hit it it was rape, plus you spit in her face

Talkin shit in the place like youse addicted to base

With upliftment, patience is passe to rapmade

Sing like an usspay that stinks like an ashtray

On this microphone better watch what that ass say

So everybody don't catch AIDS, in the last days

 

Be careful with this shit!

Edited April 3, 2009 by JohnTqs

  Quote

"halfsharkalligatorhalfman..half man half shark"

 

oh that has a Brian Doyle Murray soundbite in it. A good line.

 

NSFW full of swears :

 

 

"Yo motherfucker

What the fuck you lookin' at

Yo, get out my motherfuckin' face right now

Yo man, trip this

I was out on the ave man

This dude wouldn't let me roll

So I pulled out my mother fuckin' nine

And I SMOKED HIS ASS

Woke up, didn't choke up

Saw my AK, it was broke up

Put it together like a jigsaw

Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor

Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush

Yo, who the fuck used my toothbrush

Went to my sister's room, yo bitch, wake up

You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut

Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh

Kick her in the pussy and punched her in the eye

Slapped her in the head, stepped on the cord

Don't fuck with my bitch, word is born

Went downstairs to eat wit my folks

Ma, you broke the fuckin' egg yoke

Punch her in the chest, it got on her cheek

Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet

Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull

AK y'all shot the bitch in the temple

Pop got mad 'cause mom got licked

I didn't give a fuck so I shot him in the dick

Hungary as fuck, said my grace

Pop kept screamin' so I shot him in the face

Ate my food, found my coat

Mailman came so I cut his mother fuckin' throat

Waitin' for the mother fuckin' school bus"

 

 

 

hahaha that cracks me up good

"i am a nightware walking psychopath stalking natalie portman with a blank tape in my walkman" - sage francis on the non-prophets shit. non-prophets being his straightup boombap hiphop stuff, as opposed to his "emo" standard shit

 

"cuz i'm sick of this shit... i'm about to have a fit split your head and kick your bitch in the tits" - del

 

"we could both sex have with dictionaries but you couldn't come to terms with me" - robust

 

"you fuck a rhyme scheme when there's sublime weed besides me, there's a puff of smoke behind me finally

 

"damn it's getting hard to breathe.... but if i've got one breath left, i'll suck wind from the valley of death" - pharoahe monch

 

"haters take the back we stay up front like handicapped parking" - redman

 

in fact redman is prolly the best rapper in terms of one-liners

 

"yo funk doc's on a tear, jumpin out a plane 15,000 feet in the air like "where?!" ' - redman

 

"i'll fuck bitches from madonna all the way down to smurfette" - redman

 

more coming as i can remember them

 

oh yeah and the hook from one of his memorable songs

 

"if you see a bag of weed on the ground nigga whatch00 gonna do?!@ (pick it up! pick it up!)"

 

"huge pair of balls even cool under a parasol... paramount to my era like sara vaughn" - lyrics born

 

"lyrically you con't compare to me in any contest, it's like a stealth bomber up against a hyundai accent ............." - lyrics born

 

(same song, but later on with the context being comparisons between two things that are drastically apart in quality, as that's how you compare to LB

 

"nell carter up against karen carpenter.... topless!"

 

eh fuck it, i'll just dump the lyrics to that song by lyrics born called "i'm just raw"

 

 

 

 

  On 12/19/2008 at 1:12 PM, tbio2007 said:

'It drops deep as it does on my breath, I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death, Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined, I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind'.

 

Nas obviously, any challengers?

 

are you retarded? where to start...

 

Artist: Organized Konfusion

Album: Organized Konfusion

Song: Releasing Hypnotical Gases

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

 

[Pharoahe Monch]

As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind

thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm

descending in helicopters -- in a village raid

Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade

I'm highly intoxicating your mind -- when I'm operating

on cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms

Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle

I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle

Thereby destroying the entire food supply

that's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies

It's ironic, when a demonic, government

utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me

Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram

Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy

I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran

cause I couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand

So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane

cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

 

{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it

nitrogen levels.. check it}

 

[Pharoahe Monch]

I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am

The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand

into dimensions to unlock new doorways

And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways

And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game

enabling me to advance in wisdom

Words will exist like vampires

No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape

with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be

subject to global warming, formless oval

Millions of locusts swarming

Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme

the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision

Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain

The triggering mechanism from which I strike

sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound

which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground

The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes

Your optics will not be able to detect

the deadly hypnotical gases

Damn it's hard to breathe!!! But if I got one breath left;

I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come

from the slums of earth to center

I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell

Walkin through the doorways of Heaven -- or is this Hell?

 

{The time is now.. right now.}

{This is the hour, this is the new dawn!

This is the new day.}

phi life cypher "abc"

 

I'm advocating alphabetic assaults on a mans amazement

absorbing any amount of attacks from any assailant

assassinating adversaries amputating their arms

and astronomic amounts of amateurs up in my abattoir

 

I blast your brain with bazooka type ballistics breaking bones

Beat you like Bruce lee with big bats or badboy black boy busting bushido

I battle battalions with a baseball bat beat their bumberarse

with the breathtaking bulletproof bubble burst in a block busting broadcast

braveheart buffalo soldier with another bible basher burning like a blazing bonfire

I'll bludgeon and bodybag you

 

I make curiosity kill the cat then creep just like a cougar

Cripple your coalition with critical cool maneuvers

Crack your cranium with a crowbar

Captivating you with my coma,

Causing a cataclysmic impact like a cobra

 

Dusk till dawn I deliver a deadly dose of dark dialect

Destroy like delahoy with dynamic dialogue that dissects

Discipline disciple with dramatic dynamic displays

Desert storm and disrespect distress your DNA

Download your disc drive decipher decode and demolish your data

Dazzle you with death defying deliveries

Too dark for Darth Vader

 

Evidently excellency engulfs my entire entity

Mcs evacuate when I make my entry

It's elementary I'm eradicating my enemies with ease

Exaggerating emotions with an overdose of Es

 

I'm the futuristic fist of fury fabulous freestyle fashion

Faster than a Ferrari F1 my faculties you couldn't fathom

My fiery ferocious force like forest fires flash floods and freakstorms

Fantastic like the four I fortune tell and verbally freefall

 

I grind you down to a gradual granual when I be grafting

My graphical gamma grammar be leaving you niggers gasping

With more grip than a Goodyear when I shift gear with the gift here

Goodness gracious the greatest galactic rappers have stood here

 

I hypnotize a hypnotist giving a hologram hallucinations

Plus my heat seeking high explosive hip-hop causes hyper-ventilation

 

Intervening like intravenous injections inside your intestines

Interesting like an inquest and leave you impressed and

I and I is instantaning your simpusle is impaling yo

insert it in my ears and my ism start inhaling yo.

 

From ju-jitsu to judo I put your jugular in jeopardy

Jab like Joes junior to the jaw I make you jerk and jump like jet-li

 

I'm killing the Ku Klux Klan round some ka kani khakis

Kung-fu kicking your kidneys and then I'm caning your car keys.

Keep a kalashnikov in a karan inside my kitbag

Kidnapping and craning the KGB and make you kick back

 

Most laser guided literature it literally makes you lose limbs

Left in the land of the lasra larynx lapped down in my labyrinth

I leave a legendary legacy as a legitimate lyrical lyricist

I defy levitation laws my lateral thinking leaves you lyric less

 

My miraculous murder methods are madness I'm causing malice

With a mind of a million mathematicians I murder masses

Masquerading mayhem in your manor like Mafiosos

Maxing from Montreal to Manhattan like Motorola's

 

I'm nasty like Nas naughty by nature but never say never

Navigate at night I'm the narcotic nuclear nemesis making you nosedive

 

I obliterate my opponents with an ordeal of oral onslaughts

Your overwrought with an oratorical orgy when I'm on course

I'm in and out of the ordinary ordinance from my orifice

I'm out of order with orders to boot you out of your offices

 

I'm a paranormal paradox portraying pyrotechnic prophecy

Panoramic philosophies like pharaohs and pyramid properties

I paralyze a parasite with pen and paper perception

The power of a Porsche at performing phenomenal perfection

 

Don't query our quest or question my quadrophonics

I'm quicker than Audi Quatros with quality supersonics

Highly qualified quotes will leave ya hung drawn and quartered

And queens lyrically captured be catching the quarantine

 

I'm a rampant radical renegade who'll rapidly rupture your ribcage

Rip up your rastclart like a rabid rottweiler on the rampage

I reckon my rawriding riddims will give the risible rheumatism

Representing reality rhymes we need some righteous realism

 

Suffering suckatash I stash a smash and snatch a stash

I'm spitting science or sharpen decieving shaving your stash

Schizophrenic schematics we're static and cypher stuns

And super sporadic savages scavenge around my sermon

 

My triple tongue tied technique attain the turbulence of a typhoon

With torpedo trajectory I titanically testify me tune

With a thunderous thesis I think with a thousand tortuous thoughts

With the tortion of a tornado I travel like a tomahawk

I make time warp when I talk like a telekinetic taskforce

Travelling in a time machine towards the twilight zone when I'm on tour

 

I'm an undefeated, unseeded lyrical ultra-sonical wheat kid

With the universal dispersal rehearsals don't mean I need it

I natural unilateral Phi-Life remain the uncatchable

With magical mindchart minds and limbs that are un-detachable

 

My vocal volcanic verses cause invisible vacuum vortex

My visceral vocabulary

Venomous viper vigilante vapourising your vibe

Verbally I'll murder thee and vocally vandalise

 

I walk from Wales to Washington D.C on the warpath of an MC

We're surfing the world wide web and nobody is willing to - we

We're causing the worst water works to the worlds wackest of wordsworth

The wickedist wizard in time with the vines time in Wandsworth

 

I went to the X games with my ex-girl in an extra-large T-shirt

Cos I'm an extremist and no-one can play the xylophone with my penis

 

Rising like yeast this verbal beast is big just like a yeti

Yoga floating my boat and leave it tangled just like spaghetti

Yanking your ladies yashmak stabbing your back like Yitsak

Shaggy just like a yak when attacking you with my shitsack

 

From Zambia to Zanzibar this zany Zulu from Zen will

Cross the Zodiac when lyrics are zooming like a lens

um dude, that song was done before. long ago. like 1998.

 

edit: this was done on a cut chemist beat that gets faster and faster as the song goes on until it's damn near drum and bass at the end.

 

Artist: Blackalicous

Album: A2G EP

Song: Alphabet Aerobics

Typed by: mbfamily@erols.com

 

(Now it's time for our wrap up

Let's give it everything we've got

Ready? Begin)

 

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing

Analytically, I assault, animate things

Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat

Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding

Casually create catastrophes, casualties

Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing

Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough

Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low

Eatin other editors with each and every energetic

Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette

Furious fat fabulous fantastic

Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics

Gift got great global goods gone glorious

Gettin godly in his game with the goriest

Hit em high, hella height, historical

Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy

Imitators idolize, I intimidate

In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state

Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints

Justly, it's just me, writin my journals

Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on

Karate kick type brits in my kingdom

Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is

Learned lame louses just lose to my livery

My mind makes marvelous moves, masses

Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered

Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally

Knack, never lack, make noise nationally

Operation, opposition, off, not optional

Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals

Perfected poem, powerful punchlines

Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime

Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum

Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh

Really raw raps, risin up rapidly

Riding the rushing radioactivity

Super scientifical sound search sought

Silencing super fire saps that are soft

Tales ten times talented, too tough

Take that, challengers, get a tune up

Universal, unique untouched

Unadulterated, the raw uncut

Verb vice lord victorious valid

Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished

? well would a wise wordsmith just

Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large

X-height letters, and xylophone tones

Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws

Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)

Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith

Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

 

(good....can you say it faster?)

Edited August 13, 2009 by sinicalypse

i don't mean to brag

i don't need to boast,

but i'm intercontinental when i eat french toast

 

-beastie boys

I'm rappin' all day and I'm rappin' all night, I rap to the beat and I wrap it up tight. I rap in the mornin' and I rap 'till I'm done, 'cause everyone knows that I'm number one. I'm rappin' I'm rappin' I'm rappitty rappin', I'm rap rap rap rap rap rap rappin'.

  On 8/13/2009 at 4:38 AM, The Pod said:

I'm rappin' all day and I'm rappin' all night, I rap to the beat and I wrap it up tight. I rap in the mornin' and I rap 'till I'm done, 'cause everyone knows that I'm number one. I'm rappin' I'm rappin' I'm rappitty rappin', I'm rap rap rap rap rap rap rappin'.

 

brilliance, who by?

  On 8/13/2009 at 3:26 AM, sinicalypse said:

um dude, that song was done before. long ago. like 1998.

 

edit: this was done on a cut chemist beat that gets faster and faster as the song goes on until it's damn near drum and bass at the end.

 

Artist: Blackalicous

Album: A2G EP

Song: Alphabet Aerobics

Typed by: mbfamily@erols.com

 

(Now it's time for our wrap up

Let's give it everything we've got

Ready? Begin)

 

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing

Analytically, I assault, animate things

Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat

Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding

Casually create catastrophes, casualties

Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing

Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough

Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low

Eatin other editors with each and every energetic

Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette

Furious fat fabulous fantastic

Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics

Gift got great global goods gone glorious

Gettin godly in his game with the goriest

Hit em high, hella height, historical

Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy

Imitators idolize, I intimidate

In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state

Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints

Justly, it's just me, writin my journals

Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on

Karate kick type brits in my kingdom

Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is

Learned lame louses just lose to my livery

My mind makes marvelous moves, masses

Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered

Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally

Knack, never lack, make noise nationally

Operation, opposition, off, not optional

Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals

Perfected poem, powerful punchlines

Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime

Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum

Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh

Really raw raps, risin up rapidly

Riding the rushing radioactivity

Super scientifical sound search sought

Silencing super fire saps that are soft

Tales ten times talented, too tough

Take that, challengers, get a tune up

Universal, unique untouched

Unadulterated, the raw uncut

Verb vice lord victorious valid

Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished

? well would a wise wordsmith just

Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large

X-height letters, and xylophone tones

Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws

Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)

Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith

Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

 

(good....can you say it faster?)

 

I remember hearing this a few years ago, pretty "sick"!

  On 8/13/2009 at 12:34 PM, Mesh Gear Fox said:

Some Kool Keith:

 

This is the real dinosaur funk which permitted G-Funk

to play anally through the trunk

 

A&R's will go crazy tryin to find someone to duplicate Dr. Octagon

Yo chief administrator, suck my oil

 

Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me

What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doodoo?

Smear purple flies on your forehead

Spit in your salad, vomit on your brother's breakfast

Take your ass outside, burn your mother's house

Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse

Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead

Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head

Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs

Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs

Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels

Who try to put out underground mc's

Tryin to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one g

How dare you try to insult me?

I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with prodigy

 

and some MF Doom

For being a drunken lush, and bad as hell

Read the charge and thunk, sunk in in a plush padded cell

 

then later

 

I started punchin once I saw son lungin

He had me put on punishment for eating the last Munchkin

So now they got me down here near the dungeon

Nurses all arguin' over who's to do the spongin

 

And basically everything Madlib writes

 

Haha I love "Octagonecologist", my personal favorite:

 

"Earth People" - Dr Octagon (Kool Keith)

 

First patient - pull out the skull, remove the cancer,

breakin' its back, chisel necks for the answer.

Supersonic, bionic, robot voodoo-power,

Equator "X", my chance to flex, skills on Ampex.

With power-needles and heaters - guage anti-freeze,

octagon oxygen illumilum intoxicants,

More ways that blow blood-cells in your face,

react with four bombs and six fire-missiles

Armed with 7 rounds of Space DooDoo-Pistols

You may not believe; living on the earth planet

My skin is green and silver, forehead lookin' mean

Astronauts get played - tough like the ukelele

As I'm movin' rockets, overriding levels

nothing's aware; same data, same system

 

< Controlled by Gamma-light >

 

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

 

Now my helmet's on - you can't tell me I'm not in space with the national guard United States Enterprise

Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet,

comin' down a ramp part through beam on the street

Obsolete computes compounds and dead sounds,

as I locate intrakilly independent,

Economic vomit got saved, restore food,

And capsule "D" - my program is ability,

far reaction in response to a no one,

Identification code: Unidentified

I got cosmophonic press a button, change my face

You recognize - so what?! - I turned invisible,

make myself clear; reappear to you visual

Disappear again "Zap!" like an android,

Face the fact - I fly on planets everyday

My nucleus repaired, I return again

My 7XL is not yet invented

 

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

 

< Controlled by Gamma-light >

 

Space ranger, contact two sendin' fed-ex,

I program one and go to earth through the fax machine

My 7-0-9-7-5-5-6-E-L-3 computer file 9-3

Digital level, standing on the terminal,

Upside down through polygons fighting pentagons,

Changin' blue skin my brown color's coming back,

I'm psychedelic this time, comin' rainbow,

Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow,

5 colors: Yellow Black and Red and Green - Purple

 

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People - I was born on Jupiter

 

___________

 

a little different, but "Girls Want You" is rather good too:

 

 

 

 

Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you

Girl want you to suck them tits, they want you

 

Women wanna suck you

They don't tell you, they wanna fuck you

Some move and duck you

I sometime watch em, they curse me out I say fuck you

I never pay for shit, breakfast take em to get eggs and girls talk around

the pussy

Stare at the tits, they kill a lot a niggaz money

Ugly and rich, you gotta fuck em in the ass, they like it a lot

I piss on their hot spot

She'll be late, every movie shit in the hotel quick

Dip inside her heart she wanna suck your dick

Get her ass licked

Play hopscotch, look at her look at your watch

Make sure its late sucka, stick your hand in her ass motherfucker

Move fast motherfucker

 

Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you

Girl want you to suck them tits, they want you

 

Look at the stars, they wanna be naked, doggystyle with they ass out

They dream of naked photos, ready to pass out

You gotta pull your dick out at the restaurant in front of they aunt

And jerk off with your balls smackin the windows of the Mitsubishi Galant

Women are hot, like motherfuckin bananas in they ass

Is that what they want?

Never say pussy or cunt, take em out to lunch

Pull the thong to the side, at brunch

Show her your pubic hair, dress up ill

Decorate your nuts with Captain Crunch

Tell her easy on the genitals, give her two minutes

Tell her Captain Munch

Pull your zipper up fast, bend over and look over her ass

Wear a baseball jersey, lick her asshole with a catcher's mask

Perform with weed and liquor, some people prefer hash

Put on a condom, stick your celery sticks in her gash

Anally I stick it, marshmallows and lemonheads in they ass

Nothin simple, Ginuwine slow with Dru Hill, the right tempo

Fuck goin to dinner and shit, sittin at a table, rent a porno movie

Yo with Rocco Siffredi, fuckin top models cum on they navel

Lean your woman up against the sanitation truck

Fuck with 18 balls on the pool table

(18 balls on the pool table)

 

Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you

Girl want you to suck them tits, they want you

 

Increase with the golden showers surprise there's nothing more than

A pretty woman wantin sexy men to piss in her eyes

Fuck you standard gentleman nigga, you fuck it up for the real guys

Big jeans don't matter, you gotta fuck in the bathroom with robes

Cum all between her ass cheeks

With the suits and ties, take a break for ginseng

Feed the dimepiece, give her some TV dinners

Share your French fries

Be honest in your underwear, never tell her lies

Cuz she's wet already, all freaks love to smell your scrotum

It's no surprise

Strawberry cakes, cover the panties with milkshakes

yes it is

  On 8/13/2009 at 2:37 PM, Mesh Gear Fox said:

is that last one from sex style?

 

Wait no it's not! oops. It's from The Lost Masters, Vol 1

  On 8/13/2009 at 3:38 PM, Mesh Gear Fox said:

 

 

I don't care what Keith says, Octagon is still by far the best thing he's done IMO. I've heard some of his other stuff and to me it just never hits the same spot.

 

The first record Dr. Octagonecologyst is fucking on point, untouchable really. The second one hardly counts as Dr.Octagon release.

Kool Keith - Black Elvis almost as good.

Dr. Dooom both albums are fucking solid, great shit.

I gotta give it lsightly to Dr. Dooom but Blue Flowers and Girl Let Me Touch You There are probably my two favorite tracks...

Psycho female blowin up the phone line

 

you need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time

 

I've been slammed with some bad luck soon

 

I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck

 

buck and now you duck duck goose

 

I'm lettin' loose with the thirty odd freestyle labeled hostile by my profile

 

must be all the madness you and all your tactics jonesin for my cash

 

got to make them pockets super phat

 

hey I'm a humble man kicking out the jams

 

like a tramp I'm gonna stick it like a stamp

 

to this business what's with all the business

 

I get paid to take the microphone

 

and slay the stage stay away from all the bros. in my band

 

and all the fans and all my friends

 

is when the cash is coming in or

 

i'll be slammin them balls to the wall with the ink on my flesh

 

and the yes, yes y'all no 9 to 5, I'll still survive

 

I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ that's all we need

 

another bad seed planted on this earth motivated by greed

ODB:

  Quote

Solid tone smith with 6th shots, lick shots

Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots

 

Ghostface

  Quote

Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox

And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks

She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco

She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go

Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe

Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right

Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers

Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers

Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein

Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain

The monkey on her back is now a gorilla

Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her

The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman

Destroying her pretty image and her health

Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen?

I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching

 

Method Man

  Quote

Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please

I black that eye like peas, you better freeze

in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back

I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack

 

Raekwon

  Quote

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side

Staying alive was no jive

At second hands, moms bounced on old men

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose

Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot

And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one

And that one, pullin out gats for fun

 

Sombody else do the rest of the clan....

 

 

 

do people actually read all these lyrics on this thread ??

  On 8/14/2009 at 6:04 AM, beatfanatic said:

do people actually read all these lyrics on this thread ??

 

 

no . it's just a place for white people to flex their black-music-credibility muscles