What are your favourite lyrics from the rap genre?

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One day I went to LIDDEL
I went to shop lift in LIDDEL

I against I from Jedi Mind Tricks

All of Big Ls shit.


Poet Laurette - Canibus <<<****in amazin


The whole Liquid Swords Album


Wordsworth.FULL STOP!

Most of Big L's stuff, Virtually all of Nas's Lyrics and Biggie, especially ready to die

Yo, **** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
Im from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
And Im all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper Im quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like Im probably frontin
I **** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
Im, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around yall, cause *****z like you
Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, **** more bitches than you
Only thing I havent got is more, stitches than you
****in punk, you aint a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I cant **** with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no **** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up *****, or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, Im far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head
{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool
****in chicks is a rule
If my girl think Im loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of *****z got they whole style from?
(yeah!) so what you actin for?
You aint half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ***** sumun, fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, Im runnin with men
Ima be rippin the mics until Im a hundred and ten
Have yall *****z like, damnit this ***** done done it again
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
Im makin wonderful figures
I dont **** with none of you *****z
I might pull out this gun on your *****z
And rob every last one of you *****z

AMAZING!!

Rakim . Who can compete with this.

Yeah, yeah
It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this
DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-Hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spot's scorchin hot
Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
while I admire midas, with more vision than TV's
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
Rockin jams by popular demand, I'm back


Check it out
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China
Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin
Hot science in smokin altitudes cause chokin
Product is hypnotic you're soakin and still smokin
Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
I'ma move crowds to 2000

*chorus*

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7's in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find you'll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this
Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible
When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

*chorus* 2X
"Once again, back is the incredible" --> Chuck D
Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back, yaknahmean?
"Rakim Allah" --> Rakim
Till death do us part
"Once again, back is the incredible" --> Chuck D
It's on
"Rakim Allah" --> Rakim
*CD sample, *Ra sample in sequence to 3:50
"Once again back is the incredible
The incredible, the incredible
The incredible...
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible..." --> Chuck D

Canibus - 100 Bars/Poet Laureate II/Doomsday News/Lost@C