rap lyrics so good

mmm rap lyrics so goood

Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic

Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick

He see as just another felony drug arrest

Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test

Slug through the vest... Shot in the street

For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat

And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny

Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money

Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?

Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us

When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again

There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan

My friend, they call 'em strangers

Everybody talk to him end up in some danger

(They stay... Strange ways)

Can't reform 'em

They pray four times a day, they pray five

Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive

Some will go of they own free will to die

Others take them with you when they blow sky high

What's the difference? All you get is lost children

While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions

To blast humans in half, into captured arms

Only one side is allowed to have bombs

It's like making a soldier drop his weapon

Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin'

Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune

Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion

(They stay)

Same game

(Strange ways)

Ya can't reform 'em

'...that Mary was goin' around with an old flame

that burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line!

But the guy really spent his money like water

I think he was connected, so I left

Outside it was raining cats and dogs

I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black

But I carried on!'

madvillain - strange ways

Exactly three years from today

the olsen twins will be in their first three way

needs more madvillain

don't you hate it when your icepick sticks right in the skull and you gotta pull it out with two hands?

dont you hate it when your chainsaw's outta gasoline and you gotta use a butcher knife on a man

yukka yukka yes yes! huckleberry wet flesh; there's a couple necking in the woods by the trees,

could it be the prince and the princess getting undressed having sex in the moonlight? pleeeease.

I gotta go cause I got me a drop top

And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop

Had to stop at a red light

Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight

And everything is alright

I got a beep from Kim and she can f**k all night

Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all

Which park, are y'all playin basketball?

Get me on the court and I'm trouble

Last week f**ked around and got a triple double

Freaking niggaz everyway like M.J.

I can't believe, today was a good day

"Lock eyes with a thousand people at the same time

Their minds believe in us

My style of graffiti is

Just squeezin the mid-west swet out of my shirt

And leavin' with my life essence embedded in your dirt" - Atmosphere, "Cats Van Bags"

"Look, here comes the scientists

Here they come to cure us all

Mind is on your money, sonny

Brain is on the curtain call

Give the kid a sack a D

Pass the child a bag of C

Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy

Deadly young people

Deadly new day

Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play

Dignity for criminals

Science for religion

War stole the future

Peace is for bitches

Eveything's a felony

Relatively hellishly

Cops make guns whistle like "Here, check the melody"

You need to learn to worship the warships

Anything made of steel, of course, can leave corpses" - El-P "No Kings"

Im trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing

loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks

and when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks

stand like a man made of concrete and sediment.. like

fuck your skin nobody needs it

Theres bones and muscles and blood

Whats realer than fat and tendons?

Its raw no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it

so far flesh aint the truest at all lets rip into it

Were all sick of them missed shots

passed over like the last man picked

no team, so pissed off

and thats not honesty

thats just soft curves got your world flipped

got you makin' mixtapes for girls

and that's the skin again

lets blame the skin again

stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments

and I didn't shave today

I probly wont tomorrow and its safe to say Im never gonna shed this extra (yeah) - P.O.S. - "Purexed"(structure looks awkward but the way he delivers it works really fucking well)

"Let me lighten up

Total eclipse

The universe flips

Sunken ships sink towards the seas surface

A thousand tales of those who failed

But kept composure

Decomposure

Bloated from exposure

The sun bust

You better duck son

The government sonned us

To work toward needs and gun lust

We could buy our souls back

But we sold that

It's a no go black

Hire Skully and Kojack

Detectives

With correctives lens

Perceptive tight perspective

Yet missed the objective

Fuck it

Live and let live

They could never catch Lif

Hit me with a beat and a mic

Let's get biz" - Mr. Lif in "Nosferatu" by DJ Krush

"never lost it, 'coz it's internal

my journal entries, cause eternal injuries"

- Mr. Voodoo

Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism

Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang*

Clip to release projectiles in single

File forcing me to ignite then travel

Through the barrel, headed for the light

At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight

Slow the flow like h2o water

Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter

No remorse for the course I take when you pull it

The result's a stray bullet

Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down

Except for the kids who played on the playground

Cause for some little girl she'll never see

More than six years of life, trif-le-ing

When she fell from the seesaw

But umm wait, my course isn't over

Fled out of the other side of her head towards

A red, range, rover, then I ricochet

Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say

Aww fuck it, next target's margaret's face *bang*

And I struck it

Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face

And an abundance of brains all over the street

Shame how we had to meet *bang*

Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family

They follow behind me in a orderly fashion

Bashin through flesh I'm wild

Crashin through the doors of projects hallways

To deflect off of the tile

I'm coming for you little girl

Once inside I shatter your world

Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray

You better pray, to the pope or the vatican

Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again

I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again

But, whose blue skies will turn grey

From the attack, of the mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet

here's an original little cypher of mine... i plan to spit it on a track soon

she said "teach me how to rock"

"teach me, teach me how to rock"

i said it's easy you just move like your about to ride a..

roller coaster of love

say what?!

and you spread that love all over

with some rhythym in your strut.. like

lean with it, rock with it

float with it, drop with it

crank to eleven and

just bang around the block with it

i walk with a wicked grin, steady in my stride

leaving a path of destruction, 100 yards wide

matches in my hand, armed to burn the city

choking on the smoke, but the flames look so pretty

let it burn...

more fire, more fire

do a little dance as the inferno rises higher

spit a little rhyme and send it down the wire

then laugh as I take off like a radio flyer

cause I always was a rebel with my cautions to the wind

like a rolling stone, but i learned how to swim

my mama didn't dance but I always rocked and rolled

another blue eyed devil, come and behold

raising up fire from the depth of hell

rhymes that ring out like a funeral bell

they ask him how he got to rhyme so well

rumor has it he's got no soul left to sell

hah... but they're just confused

Tooth Wisdom on the track with more soul then blues

word of advice, you've not got too much to lose

when the only soul you got is the bottom of your shoes

...so keep those kicks on kickin

don't worry so hard about that gum that may be stickin

and when the pace starts to quicken, and the plot starts to thicken

dive into that shit, don't stand there dumbstricken

"Bitch said her name was there'sa,

All on my dick like cheese on pizza"

- Too $hort

"I treat bitches like red lights,

I run right though 'em"

- Too $hort

another original, let me know what ya think

The First Winter in "Madtown"

Sit silent accompanied by the hum of fake light

Breathe deeply, too late to attempt sleep tonight

Don't think anything's wrong but it still don't feel right

Vapor rises from the chimneys dissipating out of sight

I'd escape myself as well, but I wouldn't know where to run

So I plant myself, on the verge of something genius or just dumb

23º, below freezing starting to feel numb

as the frost condensates on the table around my bum

Give me acetominophen

or some other medicine

Ive been out wandering,

outside my head again

So lost and so angry,

in this night I've confided in

Me and the shadows are

Making the best of friends

Come down with deep breaths again, take a look around

Still keeping an eye out for proof of the "God" I never found

I will keep on rambling as if these thoughts are profound

Always putting in more effort, trying to perfect the sound

Writing 6:30 in the morning on the TC lawn

All by my lonesome til this town wakes itself upon dawn

No one else around to sit and wax lyrical

Turn into myself get all introspective and spiritual

Work to increase the radius of my aura, it's spherical

Meditate with thought on all of the universes miracles

Soul...

Where does it sit inside me?

Where does it go when we die?

Was it mine before I'd seen

This current life with my eyes?

Give me acetominophen

or some other medicine

Ive been out wandering,

outside my head again

So lost and so angry,

in this night I've confided in

Me and the shadows are

Making the best of friends

Yeah those are originals Mesh... Glad you like, Ive had some lyric siting around this year I'll probably record to some original beats sometime this fall.

"She want the G with the biggest nuts, and guess what?

He is I and I is him, slim with the tilted grin"

-Snoop

don't chat shhh if you don't wanna beef us

you get left with a butt head like beavis

-young dot

Another original, to be recorded soon:

"In Patterns And Cinematic Sequences"

I want to stand in a field and lock eyes with the sunrise,

Stare down the light that rises with the day,

And if I could take in just a fraction of it's glow.

I'd have all I'd ever need to illuminate my way

I want to run towards the horizons I've never seen,

Hoping to beat the gravities that hold me to the ground.

And if I could find a way to step into the sky

I say sincerely, I might never come down.

I wanna write a song about everything

With every subtle frequency that sinks beneath the skin,

I wanna make everyone pause and listen for a moment in the silence

Contemplating why they never stopped before to take it in

You see I see things in patterns and cinematic sequences,

Stumbling through reality what is really real?

The mathematics can only explain what's held by these gravities,

It's left to speculation the things I see and feel.

All the people,

All the colors,

All the sounds,

All around me.

What do I take from whatever I make of it,

And what do I make of whatever I take from it?

Should I just let myself get swept in the wake of it,

Or do I keep pushing until I can break from it?

Do I watch the world burn just for the sake of it,

Or help them see it until we can wake from it?

And who laid these laws out, and oh what do they know?

Scientists have theories, but oh what can they show?

The fact remains: we ride each death solo,

Not one single person knows truly where we go.

I'm no exception only a John Doe,

Trying to make simple sense of my status quo.

Just so you know I'm letting my mind flow

In hopes that eventually it will make my soul glow.

I play dumb in public,

Get smart through meditation

Mind bounces miles per minute

Probably need some medication

To balance out the chemicals

That flow around my cranium

I face it all with balls of steel

Come taste my titanium

Armor piercing, full metal jacket

I make the track hit hard so you remember this racket

Cause in the back of my mind I've always got this little ringing

I try to drown it out with all my music, rhymes and singing

But this little wasp just likes to keep buzzing and stinging

Aims to drive me insane, sometimes I question if it's winning

Fuck that…

I stand strong, a pillar of bones and proteins

Always been the black sheep, I represent my own team

Me Myself and I, and the whole world against us

They know we got the talent, but they still love to test us.

Two is company, but three's a crowd

Me Myself and I tend to get a little loud

They wanna keep pushing just to see what we can bring.

If the bark doesn't bite it doesn't mean a fucking thing.

We sat and decided as the seasons collided

That our love was fairly utopian

If it wasn’t for my pills, my psychiatric bills

And your unreliable fallopian

Half Man Half Biscuit - 1966 and all that.

This thread is a 'trainwreck'

Critical mind - check

Old wounds bleeding through the bandage

Not intimidated by this tough language

In need for good rap

No need for this jibberish about breaking a man's neck

In need for something that makes my foot tap.

-myself

ODB - "Wu-Tang is for the children"

Outkast:

"Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes

from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue"

Murs

"Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man

And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran

And I never say never but I mean hardly ever

And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever"

What happened to my post?

Back to the criminals sect

I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet

Cos I'm slick as slippery

They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me

I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs

and sweat em like sweathogs

and get mad, mad cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it

AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted

The whole first verse of "changes" is on point, but the opening lines man..

"I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?"

First vers of Eric B. & Rakim - Microphone Fiend has always been my favorite moment in rapping.

Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties

Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty

Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably

Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real

Next up - Probably Inspectah Deck's finest verse - remember the first time you heard this shit?

I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches

I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits

Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin

Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin

Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice

The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus

Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue

Murder one, my style shocks ya knot like a stun-gun

I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness

Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown

By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA

Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga

So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab

I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on.

'Yo, if you ever violate my space

Fuck a fat lip, I’ll leave you with a fuckin fat face'

Busta Rhymes

'Cause on the mic I got more presence

Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics'

J-Treds