rap lyrics so good

seed call him "old dad", the one the old ho had

knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads

R.A. The Rugged Man's verse @ 1:33

 

Now kick her in the ass if the bitch is broke and I'll stab her in the throat with a dayton spoke

I'm Suga Free, bitch, I don't care

Get my money, I ain't playin', don't make me come around here

'Cause women marry twice, once for money, once for love

I'll take a shovel from a gold digger and fuck her up

I can't stand y'all broke broke lonely ass dick-mouthed pussy-stankin' evil-assed liar liar no-house hustle-havin' back-stabbin' snitchin-ass 2-face bloody mary bloody mary dirty tampon case

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=EEkdseep-SY#t=90s

 

lol

I circle round weak mc's, choke em with their own chains

claustrophobic flows, trapped within my own brain

twisted, might be rotten gotta wonder if it's insane

find me running into fields, just to go against the grain

cornfed, born & bread, middle of the midwest

he said, she said, they try to put me to the test

my quality is controlled, outputs checked and balanced

im a scientist of sound you see ive refined these talents

sending signals through the air, way out in the boonies

flashlights in abandoned farms, my crew's like the goonies

"Moms at home prayin', till you comin' home but you not

just sittin' up in the trunk startin' to rot"

 

"I used to get feels on a bitch

Now I throw shields on the dick

To stop me from that HIV shit

And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling

Playin the villian

Prepare for this rap killin

Biggie Smalls is the illest"

Kids are slinging in my lobby
Little Steve and Bobby
Getting paid but it's a life-threatening hobby
Yeah, they still play hide-and-seek
The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep
Grown folks say they should be out on they own
Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home
Because they lifestyle is hectic, so fucking hectic
Bla-bla-blaow! Bullets are ejected

Let me talk my Stu Scott, scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy
Color of your skin, color of your eyes
Thats the real blues, baby, like you met Jays baby
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey
All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave
12 years of age, thinkin my shade too dark
I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
Enforcin my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light dont mean you smart, bein dark dont make you stupid
And frame of mind for them bustas, aint talkin Woohah!
Need a paradox for the pair of doc's they tutored
Like two Todd's, L-L, you lose two times
If you dont see you beautiful in your complexion
It aint complex to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, thats the context
Yeah, baby, Im conscious, aint no contest
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed
Aint no stress, jigga boos wanna be
I aint talkin Jay, I aint talkin Bey
Im talkin days we got school watchin movie screens
And spike your self esteem
The new James Bond gon be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And its all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors aint a thing

Kick my little raps cos I thought niggas wouldn't understand

And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man

I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships

I used to watch Chips, now I load glock clips

tupac-dear mama comes to mind

 

We some motherfuckin apex predators
Witness the genesis
Out for dead presidents, VPs and delegates
Ain't smoking on the delicate
Weighin out the heavy shit
You could get high off the smell of it
It’s like dope in your nostrils
AK for your brain made them open they chakras
Apollo’s apostles, stroke of Picasso
Bonita Appleboom trying go to mi casa
She told me that she not bilingual
But got two tongues if that’s what you're into
I got inside her mental, chicks that I been through, it's simple
Now I’m tryna figure how to bend spoons
The prodigy of an alchemist
It’s Indigos in rotation bringing amethyst
Must be out your cranium to even try and aim at this
I can't be a Satanist, I don’t know who Satan is
Defy your own limits
They thought that I would die but I survived off spinach
Macho man, Popeye did it
And I know you lookin down so, Pop I did it
The key to my lyric is my physic
Astrophysical, I can tap into your spirit
Of course I’m talkin to you
And of course I’m targetin' you

Edited January 26, 2016 by Ayya Khema

nobu nobu nobu nobu nobu nobu

Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down
Rappers be on some "you, you, you"
Forgot who they talking to, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some "what this button do?"
Doom cheat the game like walk-thru
Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo

Look
My shooter stay with his Roscoe
Drinkin the culture cypher, little powder 'round his nostrils
I'm OG like Rodney Little
If it's a problem wit'chu, I promise I gotta pop the pistol
You not official / 350s I rock, I got for a nickel
Youse a fake nigga, I'm opposite you
From the most dangerous city in the Empire State
Annihilate who violate
My snow / Sniff the blow, I tell her "Clean the entire plate"
This for them niggas locked behind wires and iron gates, til they dyin' date
I'm a giant, you a snake
I'm Kobe Bryant late
In the 4th / Cross you, step back, fire in ya face

I step in the arena bumping Step in the Arena
Green wayfarers, no gray hair, it's a patina
Don't play fair, you could tell by how he share his pizza
The 60/40 special from a porky Ebeneezer
Reppin’ La Isla Bonita, brace for the brain rot
Four eyes, corners like a marble in a maze box
Set your phasers, obey or catch the vapors
My 1,2, unscrew a player from his trainers

(Pimping is hard) Not to me
You got a lot to see, the way I put skins under lock and key
And let them front the role like they outstanding
Huh, I leavem 'em out standing in the cold
A girl act up, then I cut her off
(Is your game smooth?) Is it? My shit's butter soft
So won't y'all just hear me in
(Why's that?) I get girls open like a Cesarean

(I need a real man) Shit, I'm as real as you get, baby
My game is outstanding
(I got a boyfriend) Well now you got a man friend
(Oh it's like that?) Is you kidding? Shit...
I got so much game, I could make a nun change religions

What kid?
It's Vaughn the red blooded
Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted
Yoke him if he run
I'll be there in a jiffy son
With the flame suppressor like off the 151
Quit your bitchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box
Punishment for drysnitchin', so now eat this Travel Fox
You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly
Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly
Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut
On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob
Either that or get smoked like hickory
Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly
Know the stee, write a rhyme like a mystery
And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"

Hold my gun down like Chow-Yun Fat, when in combat
Wipe the bitch niggaz off the map, like Comet
Righteous islamic gettin' nasty like vomit
Spit out of a weak stomach, who want it?
Poisonous biters, we soon cometh
Cold Blooded in the vein, post up under the heavy rain
Super thru the signal ahead before the Chevy came
Fucked up what they did to my fam, I'm feelin' every pain
Yo it's hard on these streets, them after my weed
Be my medicine, acknowledge the game like a veteran
Mixin' elements, writin' testaments
7 down for my next o' kin, establishment
Extravagent, mind over matter masterin'
Dark-hearted African skatin' on ice like Kerrigan & still battlin'
Bring it to you with the strength of 18 Buddhas
T.M.F. arch-style rush ya students

Man overboard with the same crap drown
Dehumanize communities like Black Hawk Down
They realize immunities and rape them towns
So we speak our minds so fluently with raw, rap sounds
Alright tykes, a Klondike bar's on the line
We need a blind eye turned, keep 'em simple, refined
Oh, the black gold, Texas tea (hah), you're kidding
There ain't been good oil in Texas for a minute
Thats why we knocked over our own thrones
Then watch it combust end up in free speech zones

That shock and awe was on us
Watch me ex-pat Brazilian if 85% of Guantanamo is civilian
Blood pumps vermillion beats dump all over a chump populous

Keeping they focus on Paris Hilton (ick)
Prada dead guilty as any internet thread, big check
Probably got a lot of bad head
All night vision all night missions all right
Christ risen? tight nope, call the prisons
Yikes the middle pickin the simple drivel
The riddles a head ripper splitter
Suburbanites will get the kibble (listen)
The double speech is legit
They on some 'stand up for yourself you worthless piece of shit'
Bet it all lose it all forget it
And saying fuck Bush gave that douche a splash, too much credit
But smoking on Kush makes cats so apathetic
Can't beat em with a bat so we join em and spit the ethics

Edited February 4, 2016 by ghOsty

Coolest, tulips, flowers, fall from the towers

Like balls from Galileo to lay low

Ignorance is that the world isn't ours, the gall

Give them all showers

Tony found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of powder

To only find the truth in the fountain, drowning in power

Surrounded with dollars

The moon surrounds us like spoons moving chowder

Cut, that's a mis-direct to stir the soul with dis-effect

Names don't last like Mr. X

Unless you Galilee, dropping bowling balls on the discotheque

With a disco ball hanging 'round your neck

Dance it's a new year

Every time I open my hands

Thoughts moving circles and the thoughts universal

Yokozuna's throwing salt in the circle

Sumo you up off of your turf boy

Tsunami you up off your surfboard

Midas turn Medusa into gold

'Fore Versace turned words into turquoise

Medusa turned coke into stone

With a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said

Proceed to the next level

this entire song

 

Used to draw
Hard to admit that I "used" to draw
Portraiture in a human form
Doodle of a two headed unicorn (it was soothing)
Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools
And a muse from beyond
Even if it went beautifully wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong
No name nuisance
Fools in a bedroom
Booze and a brand new cuneiform
Barely commune with the whore
Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world
Might zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand dragging his graphite
Cross contour little bit of back light
Black ink after a Bristol to baptize
You can imagine a rush then too
When you get three dimensions stuffed into two
Then its off to a school where its all he can do
Being trained and observed by a capable few
Back in New York five peeps and a dog
In a two bedroom doing menial jobs
Plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod
Distractions free to maraud
I left some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing
A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn look up in the sky its..

Shapes falling out of the fringe
All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings
And there were
Colors pouring out of the fringe
All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings

why is no one posting links to the tracks, or even the artist - title? this stuff's meant to be listened to, more so when you're copypasting the whole track

Edited February 18, 2016 by ThatSpanishGuy

  On 2/18/2016 at 12:01 AM, ThatSpanishGuy said:

why is no one posting links to the tracks, or even the artist - title? this stuff's meant to be listened to, more so when you're copypasting the whole track

 

Good point... My last post was the first verse and hook from Aesop Rock's new single "Rings"

 

Also realized I posted a lot of originals in this thread, that between moving around and other life that happened since I never got around to actually doing anything with.

they pray 4 times a day, they pray 5

who ways is strange when it's time to survive

some will go of they own free will to die

other take 'em with you when they blow sky high

what's the difference, all you get is lost children

while the bosses sit up behind the desk

it cost billions to blast humans in half, into calves and arms

only one side is allowed to have bombs

it's like makin' a soldier drop his weapon

shootin' him, and then tellin' him to get steppin'

obviously they came to portion up his fortune

sounds to me like that ol' robbery/extortion

 

might be my favourite verse in hip-hop.