Best lyrics or rap lines?

[Kid Chocolate]

Post your favourites here, maybe with a little bit about what they mean.

"In a soldier

 

[Hyperglide]

Find out - Shabazz Palaces

A lesson to the weak
Something a fly ***** speaks

[Verse 1]
It's a depraved devil's heart system that got us all laid down
Make us content to play around and let god seers get clowned
I guess you really can lead a ***** to the well and make him drink it
And ask "what the fuck am I thinking?" turned on by shiny trinkets
To let dope get our hopes up, let money be our 'So What?'
Use god to make our dough up
Turn girls to hoes in runway fashion shows and
Use guns to write our poems and be jealous, brag and boast
And let the least control the most
Look, I'm a product and a victim, to perpetuate the sickness
Lose everything I love because some bitch wanted to kick it
My car, my house, my jewels, my clothes, my drugs, that flesh it tempt me
My star burnt out, I lose my soul, my love has left I'm empty
What I'mma do? What I'mma say? Where I'mma go? Where I'mma lay?
I ordered too much food and wine, the bill is here it's time to pay
All is lost and tossed away, and I know just who to blame
Where you at B? Say my name, cause everything's about to change

Find out who you are and see it
Find out what you are and free it
Find out who you love and need it
Find out what you can and be it

That's what's up, that's what's up x4

Find out who you love and be it
Find out what you can and free it
Find out what you love and need it
Find out who you are and see it

That's what's up, that's what's up x4

Fuck materialism.

Spoiler

 

[JungleKungFu]

The last verse of The World is Yours is one of my favorites.

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new *****, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

 

[DeToxx]

The one and only Gordon Lightfoot .

It does not get better than this


"If I could read your mind love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.
When you reach the part where the heartaches come,
the hero would be me.
Heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take."

 

[CaptEvilSpirit]

"We in the catacombs, nappy headed, never used a comb.
And built with the forces that blew away Dorothy's home.
I grab the mic like Are You Experienced?
But I don't play the guitar
I play my cadence"
-"ox out da cage" Vast Aire

The city can be a bitch, but with passion, art can make shit abide.

 

[Patrick Jane]

Kool G Rap - Hey Mister Mister
"I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her down on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a ***** is ready to shove his dick up in her fanny
I hit the bitch like one more time and then I just said fuck it
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it
I'm rammin my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryin to steal my cash
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my bitch ass!"

 

[AGGAMEMNON66]

Hipsters are a group of people obsessed with what they perceive to be nonconformity. While there are many different flavors of hipster, they all are alike in their celebration of irony and desire for individuality. Like all "counterculture" followers, hipsters hilariously fail to realize that their attempts to fight the system only bring them closer to the conformity that they claim to reject. IRL, hipsters are easily identified by their either outlandishly colorful or ironically unfashionable clothing, their fake glasses, and their choice of Djarum Black, Pall Mall, or American Spirit cigarettes. They tend to pool around indie music venues, independent coffee shops, consignment shops, local record stores, and off-beat dive bars, which usually double as indie music venues.

Online, hipsters can be found on Tumblr, where they re-blog indie art and artistic quotes, and Flickr, where they proudly display their black and white photos of flower petals, city streets, and everyday objects like lawn furniture. Photos get extra points for being out-of-focus and having unintentional motion blur. They can also be found on Last FM, where they operate under the assumption that people care about their music tastes. On Facebook, they clutter others' newsfeeds with awful song lyrics and "artsy" pictures from their latest hipster gatherings.

Lately, this subculture has been garnering a lot of hate from the internet at large, particularly upon Reddit. Like the emos of yesteryear, hipsters have come under attack by basement-dwellers and I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo holmes, smell you later"Looked at my kingdom, I was finally thereTo settle my throne as the prince of Bel Air

 

[HunterSdVa29]

It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those whom could very well be my kin
But when there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs, and at the same time cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls, and I"m their jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I see them pay for their fix, when their kids can't eat (so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know, that I ain't shit
My heart bleeds, but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kin and theirs, and them youngins after that

Malice, 'I'm Not You' Verse from first Clipse album

 

[JungleKungFu]

Tell em AGGA ^

 

[Hyperglide]

Kool G Rap - Hey Mister Mister
"I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her down on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a ***** is ready to shove his dick up in her fanny
I hit the bitch like one more time and then I just said fuck it
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it
I'm rammin my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryin to steal my cash
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my bitch ass!"

Was going to post him up next..

Kool G Rap - Talk like Sex

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef
*****y eyes, curly hair, and gold teeth
Swinging with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holding your swollen backside and rolling
Filling all three holes just like bowling
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices
And I come fully equipped
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip
For demonstrations, watch me slam her
You'll notice the sound of steady pounding
Like a jackhammer once on it, you can't cop out
I'm pounding you down until your eyeballs pop out
I'm not your ordinary playa
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em
Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh
I'll leave 'em lookin' like a rape victim
Any girl who steps to it
Ends up getting their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart
I do a damn good job
That's why -
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted
No matter how much young girls want to be with it
You ain't ready for the bed
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head
Come back in five years
When you grow some hairs and when ya started drinking beers
I'm hitting hookers by the dozen
Making you wetter cause I fuck better than your husband
Giving your girl back spasms
Cause G Rap has 'em - orgasm after orgasm
Change the sheets? You must be kidding
You got to change the whole box spring, I ain't bullshitting
You get hit with hysteria
Cause I'm a bury a big one inside your private area
All hell is in your tush
When Kool G. Rap push pushes inside the bush
Another homegirl flinches
But I got inches for all you little wenches
The letter G is better when it comes to letter X
And I'm a talk like sex
Rated XXX

[Chorus]
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

[Verse 2]
Some say that I'm nasty plus
Hookers are mad because they can't outlast me
Girl, you ain't too small
Cause I turn your grip to one size fits all
So if you're still confused when I'm screwing
Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doing
Exploring your body like a biologist
Inventing new ways just like a scientist
Tagging my name on your buns just like a printist
While I'm hurting your ass just like a dentist
You're so wild, I feel like I'm a zoologist
Stretching your shit more than a gynecologist
I'm a twist your ass to death, miss
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist
G Rap is hot-blooded, freaking horny
Far from corny, come and jump on me
I'm not small at all, I won't break down or stall
I drive your ass up the wall
Nuts and everything are well in shape
Only thing missin' on my dick is a cape
Let's get together, honey, you never know what's next
And I'm a talk like sex
Rated XXX

[Chorus]
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

[Verse 3]
Big girls try to squash me
But I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me
Hit the sack cause I ain't joking
Cause when I start pumping shit up, I leave it smoking
So you better hold on tight all right
Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite
I stick a chick and it kills her
I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver
But it gets gooder and gooder
Every time I grab a hooker and I put her on my frankfurter
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip
Cause the only thing I'm licking is your ass with a whip
And it's a real freaky scene
I'm hitting girls with their heads in a guillotine
Why, certainly I'm squirting
I bust a nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain
Pushing your head to the pillow
And giving more pleasure than a double-headed dildo
A big ass gets me hardened
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton
Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety
I'll fuck you on the "A" train while I write graffiti
In a restaurant, taking you straight to heaven
In a cab or the back of 7-11
Whether you're white and the music you like is rock
You can come and get some hip-hop ****
Consider this dick on your clitoris but never try to flex
Cause I'mma talk like sex

[Outro]
"Talks like sex"

Spoiler

 

[Kid Chocolate]

Hipsters are a group of people obsessed with what they perceive to be nonconformity. While there are many different flavors of hipster, they all are alike in their celebration of irony and desire for individuality. Like all "counterculture" followers, hipsters hilariously fail to realize that their attempts to fight the system only bring them closer to the conformity that they claim to reject. IRL, hipsters are easily identified by their either outlandishly colorful or ironically unfashionable clothing, their fake glasses, and their choice of Djarum Black, Pall Mall, or American Spirit cigarettes. They tend to pool around indie music venues, independent coffee shops, consignment shops, local record stores, and off-beat dive bars, which usually double as indie music venues.

Online, hipsters can be found on Tumblr, where they re-blog indie art and artistic quotes, and Flickr, where they proudly display their black and white photos of flower petals, city streets, and everyday objects like lawn furniture. Photos get extra points for being out-of-focus and having unintentional motion blur. They can also be found on Last FM, where they operate under the assumption that people care about their music tastes. On Facebook, they clutter others' newsfeeds with awful song lyrics and "artsy" pictures from their latest hipster gatherings.

Lately, this subculture has been garnering a lot of hate from the internet at large, particularly upon Reddit. Like the emos of yesteryear, hipsters have come under attack by basement-dwellers and I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo holmes, smell you later"Looked at my kingdom, I was finally thereTo settle my throne as the prince of Bel Air

Have you posted this in the wrong thread or is this aimed at me?

 

[Sweet_Leaf]

I like the one where they say n---a a lot

 

[akutz1]

Have you posted this in the wrong thread or is this aimed at me?

I think you missed the message

 

[burningspear]

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.


That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.


That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.


That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.

Marley/Selassie I.

 

[AGGAMEMNON66]

Have you posted this in the wrong thread or is this aimed at me?

You really are a 2012 join date, huh?

 

[Twelve75]

I keep the bible in a pool of blood,
so that none of its lies can effect me !

New Faith by Slayer.

 

[Kid Chocolate]

I think you missed the message

I sure did :icon_lol:

What is it?

 

[Kid Chocolate]

You really are a 2012 join date, huh?

Erm, No but don't tell anyone. :wink:

Only just started posting in the lounge today though is that means anything.

 

[Sanshou Kid]

"Do you know how it feels to be lonesome
When there's just no one left that really cares
Did you ever try to smile at some people
And all they ever seem to do is stare"

Do You Know How It Feels To Be Lonesome? - Gram Parsons

That's some real heartache right there.

The entirety of Triumph by Wu Tang Clan and The Junkie And The Juicehead, Minus Me by Kris Kristofferson are favourites as well.

 

[Cool Hand Luke]

You can work day and night
you can practice all you like
but I'll still steal the show
then go home with your wife.

 

[Kid Chocolate]

"I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"

The Doors - The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)

It's pretty simple but I really like it. Jim Morrisson read a lot of Nietzsche and one of Nietzsche's key ideas was obviously the idea that there was no god. To nietzsche(and Morrisson as well) christianity/other religions are life denying because of their promise of an afterlife. However, Morrisson with this line is saying that this is the only life you have so you should make the most of it.

Earlier in the song, Morrisson also writes this

"Now listen to this, and I'll tell you about the heartache
I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night.
The meager food for souls forgot.
I'll tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul."

Now the loss of god, is an obvious reference to Nietzsche's famous idea 'God is dead' and I think the rest of is an allusion to Thus Spoke Zarathustra where Nietszche writes this...

"Once the soul looked contemptuously on the body, and then that contempt was the supreme thing:—the soul wished the body meagre, ghastly, and famished. Thus it thought to escape from the body and the earth.

Oh, that soul was itself meagre, ghastly, and famished; and cruelty was the delight of that soul!

But ye, also, my brethren, tell me: What doth your body say about your soul? Is your soul not poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency?

Verily, a polluted stream is man. One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that sea; in him can your great contempt be submerged. "

 

[Kid Chocolate]

"Do you know how it feels to be lonesome
When there's just no one left that really cares
Did you ever try to smile at some people
And all they ever seem to do is stare"

Do You Know How It Feels To Be Lonesome? - Gram Parsons

That's some real heartache right there.

Simple but effective

 

[lockon]

some of my personal faves...

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

U-God
Wu Tang Clan- Triumph

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

Nas- It aint hard to tell

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain

Nas- Life's a b---ch

 

[KAZSoliloquy]

Just about anything written by Justin Vernon or Jesse Lacey.

 

[KAZSoliloquy]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

U-God
Wu Tang Clan- Triumph

Not only is that retarded and terrible, you don't even know who said it.

 

[jukebox]

I actually wrote an essay on 'Nas is like' when I was younger.

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS

 

[Taras Bulba**]

Yeah, and if I'm ever at the crossroads
and start feeling mixed signals like Morse code
My soul start to grow colder than the North Pole
I try to focus on the hole of where the torch goes
In the tradition of these legendary sports pros
As far as I can see, I've made it to the threshold
Lord knows I've waited for this a lifetime
And I'm an icon when I let my light shine
Shine bright as an example of a champion
Taking the advantage, never copping out or cancelling
Burn like a chariot, learn how to carry it
Maverick, always above and beyond average
Fuel to the flame that I train with and travel with
Something in my eyes say I'm so close to having the prize
I realise I'm supposed to reach for the skies
Never let somebody try to tell you otherwise

The Roots - The Fire

There is only about a dozen of rap songs that are worth anything and this is one of them.

 

[KAZSoliloquy]

Also just about the whole song "If You Can Save Me Now" by Atmosphere.