who do do you think the best rap lyricist of all time is?can't pick one name a few good ones than.

big pun on shut em down remix"Yo I'm the livest ***** alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural
Don't make me blast you with a rubic capsule
My crew will capture you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle
I turn ya soon to statue like Medusa's lookin at you
Produce the future raps
Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when I use the bathroom
Wipe my ******* with pages straight out the book of Matthew
Im lookin at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position ready to rock with conviction
chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions
Tied up submission of you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Peace to Onyx I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop's newest and most volatle addition."

my fav's are b.i.g.,eminem,big pun,and canibus

Tupac, B.I.G, Big Pun, 50 cents

Rakim and K-rino.

Album: sample Greatest Hits Song: Changes(Come on, come on)
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, or should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor, and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull a trigger, kill a ******, he's a hero
Givin back to the kids, who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
first ship them dope, let them deal to brothers
give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other
It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brothers
but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
we gotta start makin changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed be
how can you tell them take a brother if he's close to me
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things change, and that's the way it is
come on, come on that's just the way it is
things will never be the same
that's just the way it is, ahh yeah

Andre Nickatina.

50 Cent]
Look I'm supposed to be ****y, I ain't a po' no mo'
I ain't gotta steal from the corna' store no mo'
Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the flo' no mo'
Bouncers don't try to play me at the do' no mo'
But when they see me they say search him
"He might have the nine
He might shoot this mother****er up like Shyne"
It's been a while since a new ***** came tight like this
Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this
*****s is feelin' it
The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh)
Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh)
And since you said it was nothin' to sweat (what)
That you was outta line so here's what you get
A verbal ass kickin'
Jesus Christ sent me to test ya
Let's see how see how he act's under pressure
Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me'
Till the feds build up cases and find pie's on me

Johnny Cash

B.I.G-It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Big Punisher (guy in my icon)
**** the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch em in the T-bird
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary
tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

(ANDRE NICKATINA)

how can sick can one ***** be
you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!
a lot of *****s never heard of me
i said beware of me
now they scared of me
hu...i said come to my sunday service
***** seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes to the dome
poted dank, fools its your choice
*****s hate my face but they love my voice
and just like that, i make them ball and nob
kiss the hand of a true dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
cause when i say it, i mean no mercy
the frisco hitler, turnin cali to germany
im a down mutha****a when my homies call
20 rock while my dogs roll up like fog
this was a triple six verse not a triple four
and after this, im gonna give you some more

yeah and it don't stop
yeah and it won't quit
dre dog is in the house
**** that mutha****in bull****

my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me
thats why i made ill mater of my family
***** you ain't ****, im the lyrical lord
ask whats up *****, two plus four
cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick
roll up a blunt, chewy and tai stick
i snort caine, and do ****tails
make way for the six five killa whale
that love to box and don't care if i die
with fists that will open and shut your eye
*****s hate dre dog, so i'll die one day
but reappear like the lord on easter sunday
yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy
dippin in a caddy, pant hood a saggy
i don't play dead, i don't roll over
turn ya back and i'll break ya shoulder
a voice that will sufficate your ass like plastic
a throat that will chug a lug battery acid
im dre dog, can you tell im high?
***** heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind
you violatin, and a blow ya a chin
and after this mutha****a i'll come again

yeah and it don't stop
yeah and it don't quit
dre dog is in the house
**** that mutha****in bull****

yeah and it won't stop
yeah and it don't quit
dre dog is in the house
**** that mutha****in bull****

open up the frisco gates of hell
fillmo, HP, dre, RBL
and the siccer i come, the more they run
im in a rage, off that indo and cocaine
you got my fade ***** that was my chewy
**** ya crew cause ya crew never knew me
and just like the world turns mutha****a that burns like mase
when dre dog is in ya face
so come *****, but im a come quicker
finger nails will make ya call me jack the ripper
and then i'll crack yo back like a flower seed
punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed
dre dog won't stop
cause its 187 on a mutha****in cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, ***** lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes
plot, watch me plot
911, 415, coughnut im in a hot spot
get ya glock, and ya guage your there for me
and fortay get the rest of OCP
and all the punks will pound them
you want to hear this with a beat *****, buy the ****in album
but for now heres a scripture,
in the back of the bible you'll see my picture
ill mannered, RBL, fortay, its a triple team
and man im ghost and oh yeah sweet dreams

B.I.G-It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
I love that song.

Check out nickatinas lyrics. Everyone that I have listen to andre ends up liking that ****.

Best Big Pun lyric ever

"Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddily"- Big Pun "Twinz"

Rap is for people who don't have enough talent to sing.

It ain't hard to rhyme - I do it all the time - just turn your hat around - wear your pants saggin down - sport a dollar sign on a chain - make a mutha ****er think you got game - then all you gotta do is just repeat your name.... :cool:

Rap is for people who don't have enough talent to sing.

It ain't hard to rhyme - I do it all the time - just turn your hat around - wear your pants saggin down - sport a dollar sign on a chain - makes a motha ****er think you got game - then all you gotta do is just repeat your name.... :cool:
Thats pretty tight ST.

Big Pun
Rakim

[Big Punisher]
Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life
I bring sight to the game for every night you complained
you couldn't see the light - I was bright in your brain
Ignitin the flame, keepin your third lid
Speak and observe with the mind
what are blind sleep til they worth ****
I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire
Reppin T. Squad since birth til I retire
I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives
and riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers ? live
Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids
from the back of the bridge
I think two and touch means tackle the *****
I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin
)Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome
That's the pro - got beef with Pun, you gots to goMafia style - tear you a new ass-a-hole
Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain
cause I don't give a **** if I was quadruply platinumAnd to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off
Cause in real life, you don't know

Big Pun, 50 cent diss
And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off
Cause in real life, you don't know
I'll blow your mother****in head off (ooh yeah)
That's my mother****in word, you understand?
Thought we was a ****in joke? ****
Terror Squad *****, you don't know me
You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand?
Told you before I ain't no mother****in rapper understand?
****, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like
If I'ma make a song,
it's gon' be how I beat yo' mother****in ass understand?
That'll be the name of the mother****er
"That's Why I Had to Beat Your Mother****in Ass"
featuring Tony Sunshine
T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders

Big Pun
Eminem
Keith Murray
Jadakiss
2Pac
Notorious B.I.G.
Redman
Jay-Z

first off pun was nasty but he never switched ryme patterns
and the dude who listed k rino was right on the money most don't know about him and his tales from the black book
everyone listing the same ol mc's need to get a history lesson
50 cent is wack as hell only his power of the dollar and early mix tapes were alright
sly kat special ed esham seagram 8ball big daddy kane gza brotha lynch in his prime and that mutha****a xaviant haze


I WENT TO THE DOCTOR AND HE TOLD ME TO STOP/ BEING SO REBELIOUS AND TRY TO GO POP/ SING A FEW LOVE SONGS AND SHOOT STRAIGHT TO THE TOP/ THEN SLIDE INTO HOLLYWOOD AND BE THE CREAM OF THE CROP/ BUT I HAD TO IGNORE HIM AND GO TEND MY CROPS/ GROWING IN THE CARIBBEAN BREEZE NOT WORRIED BY COPS/ I BUILT A RECORDING STUDIO IN A BOMB SHELTER TO PROTECT ME FROM ALL THE BOMBS THAT I DROP/ EVERYDAY ON MY WAY TO THE MARKET I WALK THROUGH THE NUCLEAR SLOP/ AND FEEL THE PRESENCE OF HIS EYES/ WATCHING FROM ABOVE IN HIS SATELITTE IN THE SKIES/ HE WATCHED THE WORLD INCENERATE ITSELF I AM SURE HE WASN'T SURPRISED/ WITH ALL THE LIES AND THE VICES/ OF MEN AND MICES/ I SURVIVED THE REBELLION AND LAST CRISIS/ BEFORE THE WAR BROKE OUT I USED TO SMOKE THE CRIP THAT HAD ME HIGHER THAN GAS PRICES/ THE COSMIC ROLE OF THE DICES/ LEFT MY FLOW TO BLOW IN THE NUCLEAR BREEZE/ CUZ AFTER ALL WHO WILL REMEBER THESE/ WHEN THE ICE MELTS AND SKYSCRAPERS FREEZE

The Baja Men have a cool song called Who Let the dogs out

Who let the dogs out
{woof, woof, woof, woof}
{woof, woof, woof, woof}
{woof, woof, woof, woof}
{woof, woof, woof, woof}

[Chorus:]
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

{woof, woof, woof, woof}

[Verse:]
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
And everybody havin' a ball {Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo}
I tell the fellas ":start the name callin':" {Yippie Yi Yo}
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down

[Chorus:]
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

[Rap 1:]
I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast
She really want to skip town
Get back scruffy, back scruffy,
Get back u flea infested mungrel

[Instrumental Chorus:]
{woof, woof, woof, woof}
{woof, woof, woof, woof}
{woof, woof, woof, woof}
{woof, woof, woof, woof}

[Verse:]
I'm gonna tell {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
To any girls calling them canine {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!" {Yippie Yi, Yo}
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Her bone runs out now

[Chorus:]
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

[Chant:]
Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone
All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone
All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it

[Rap # 2:]
Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my myind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
that Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they do:ah-ooooo(howl)

[Chorus (5 X's):]
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

The greatest of all time was Biggie Smalls. All the rest of them were a sideshow..

In no particular order:

1. Big Pun
2. B.I.G.
3. Canibus

All time I think the distinction belongs to Big Daddy Kane or Rakim.

Presently I think that Pharoahe Monch is better than most. His older **** with Organized Konfusion is sick and his new stuff has definitely evolved for the better. Listen to the song "Mayor" off Soundbombing 2 and you'll know what I'm talking about. Dopest lyracist out there. Honerable mentions go to Killah Priest, Can-I-Bus, and Pun

If only I knew one of the names of the kids from Kris Kross....
I'd then tell you all who the best rap lyricist is/was.
Either one....

Jay-Z, the whole Reasonable Doubt album kicked ass.

I don't know who the best is...but, i can tell you....all of that **** coming out of the South, with "Lil' John" on it...is pure, idiotic garbage.

This is K-Rino

The One
http://s14.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=DF965F254B90988C6A0E8B464EEF3144

Heat Branga
http://s4.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0AIRX3M71OZ0E35FGKY7O7PPZD

There has never been a great lyricist to come out of the south. With Cash Money, the Miami scene, and now Lil' Jon's stuff, there has never been a great lyricist. The only great rapper I would say was Scarface. Now there is a truly great rapper.

krs one
rakim
entire public nme crew

There has never been a great lyricist to come out of the south. With Cash Money, the Miami scene, and now Lil' Jon's stuff, there has never been a great lyricist. The only great rapper I would say was Scarface. Now there is a truly great rapper.

Check out the two K-Rino tracks I posted on page 3. He's from Houston and is a true lyricist.

im gonna say rakim is the greatest lyricist.
nas and big get some mentions. scarface though is my favorite rapper ever. he has put out a few classis like the diary,the fix, and grip it on that other level with the geto boys. i cant wait for the new geto boys album "the foundation" it was originally supposed to be called war and peace. it drops jan.25 if it doesnt get pushed back again.

Big Pun, My Turn, music download, in my sig (copy & paste, link).

My favorite of all time is Guru from Gang Star:

[guru]
First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose
When i **** back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost
I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one
The illest one, i'm almost doper than anyone
Straight out the late nights of bed-stuy
Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, i make heads fly
You're artificial like saccarhin
You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in
Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight
Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight
I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106
And gettin all up in your ****in mix
You get me upset, and i got you uptight
Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight?
We got seventeen million of us plus, two million indians
That makes 19 mil, lightin **** up like wild bill
I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama
My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor
And make sure you check the **** before you walk to me, or talk to me
Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame
You know my ****in name, i rule all game
I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?

some current guys could include immortal technique and cormega.

Big L, 2pac, mac dre

Artist: Rakim
Album: The 18th Letter
Song: It's Been a Long Time
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash



Follow procedures, the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this - I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
with Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawnin, new ways of peformin
Brainstormin, I write and watch the night turn to mornin
On and on and, I got the whole world respondin
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin
The Emperor, well known for, inventin a sentence
full of adventure, turnin up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
to be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?


When I'm out proppin - either, hangin or shoppin
People see me stop and ask me when the album droppin
The wait is over, in-formation like a soldier
like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I'm older
I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I'm Asiatic, and blazin microphones a habit
At least once durin the course of a day, it's automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharoah
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital - taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that's trifle, I'm bustin these for you
Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through


When I float at night, I show em new heights, I go to write
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis
Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style
First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile
The rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
So be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb
Like, 3-D in 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom
Info kept like "internet.com"
My note-book's my bond like the Holy Qu'ran
Since I came in the door, said it before
But no I ain't down with Eric B. no more
At night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
So yo I'm online, it's been a long time

Rakim, KRS-One good on the mic. Talib Kweli pretty good. Jadakiss is pretty good. Lloyd Banks is pretty good.
Artist: Rakim
Album: The 18th Letter
Song: It's Been a Long Time
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash



Follow procedures, the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this - I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
with Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawnin, new ways of peformin
Brainstormin, I write and watch the night turn to mornin
On and on and, I got the whole world respondin
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin
The Emperor, well known for, inventin a sentence
full of adventure, turnin up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
to be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?


When I'm out proppin - either, hangin or shoppin
People see me stop and ask me when the album droppin
The wait is over, in-formation like a soldier
like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I'm older
I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I'm Asiatic, and blazin microphones a habit
At least once durin the course of a day, it's automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharoah
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital - taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that's trifle, I'm bustin these for you
Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through


When I float at night, I show em new heights, I go to write
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis
Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style
First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile
The rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
So be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb
Like, 3-D in 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom
Info kept like "internet.com"
My note-book's my bond like the Holy Qu'ran
Since I came in the door, said it before
But no I ain't down with Eric B. no more
At night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
So yo I'm online, it's been a long time

Artist: Rakim
Album: The 18th Letter
Song: It's Been a Long Time
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash



Follow procedures, the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this - I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
with Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawnin, new ways of peformin
Brainstormin, I write and watch the night turn to mornin
On and on and, I got the whole world respondin
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin
The Emperor, well known for, inventin a sentence
full of adventure, turnin up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
to be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?


When I'm out proppin - either, hangin or shoppin
People see me stop and ask me when the album droppin
The wait is over, in-formation like a soldier
like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I'm older
I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I'm Asiatic, and blazin microphones a habit
At least once durin the course of a day, it's automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharoah
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital - taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that's trifle, I'm bustin these for you
Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through


When I float at night, I show em new heights, I go to write
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis
Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style
First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile
The rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
So be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb
Like, 3-D in 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom
Info kept like "internet.com"
My note-book's my bond like the Holy Qu'ran
Since I came in the door, said it before
But no I ain't down with Eric B. no more
At night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
So yo I'm online, it's been a long time


Lloyd Banks is average. mnash, www.ughh.com www.hiphopsite.com, some cool sites to check out.

Lloyd Banks is average? I almost ****ted in my pants when I raid that? I would listen to Warrior, Black Magic and Im so Fly... among other great songs on that album.

I go to HipHopSite and SOHH.com.
Lloyd Banks is average. mnash, www.ughh.com www.hiphopsite.com, some cool sites to check out.

Lloyd Banks is average? I almost ****ted in my pants when I raid that? I would listen to Warrior, Black Magic and Im so Fly... among other great songs on that album.

I go to HipHopSite and SOHH.com.


average.........................................

Sorry bro, but I can't really take your comments seriously when it comes to hip hop after the whole "Wu-Tang" debacle.

No I dont like Wu Tang. Many dont.
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Sorry bro, but I can't really take your comments seriously when it comes to hip hop after the whole "Wu-Tang" debacle.

There has never been a great lyricist to come out of the south. With Cash Money, the Miami scene, and now Lil' Jon's stuff, there has never been a great lyricist. The only great rapper I would say was Scarface. Now there is a truly great rapper.
Ludacris comes to mind...

Ludacris very underrated... but he hurts himself with those stupid songs like Pimpin all over the world and the austin powers rip off.
Ludacris comes to mind...

Artist: Rakim
Album: The 18th Letter
Song: It's Been a Long Time
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash



Follow procedures, the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this - I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
with Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawnin, new ways of peformin
Brainstormin, I write and watch the night turn to mornin
On and on and, I got the whole world respondin
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin
The Emperor, well known for, inventin a sentence
full of adventure, turnin up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
to be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?


When I'm out proppin - either, hangin or shoppin
People see me stop and ask me when the album droppin
The wait is over, in-formation like a soldier
like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I'm older
I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I'm Asiatic, and blazin microphones a habit
At least once durin the course of a day, it's automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharoah
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital - taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that's trifle, I'm bustin these for you
Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through


When I float at night, I show em new heights, I go to write
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis
Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style
First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile
The rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
So be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb
Like, 3-D in 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom
Info kept like "internet.com"
My note-book's my bond like the Holy Qu'ran
Since I came in the door, said it before
But no I ain't down with Eric B. no more
At night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
So yo I'm online, it's been a long time


The greatest of all time. My top 5 are

1.Rakim
2.KRS-ONE
3.Slick Rick
4.LL Cool J
5.Nas/Scarface

**** its all about C murda and Eazy Motha fukin E ....what u kids now about them huh lol

DJ Quik.....every rap thread goes without his name being brought up and I'm tired of it.



D-J.....mother****in Quik! Recognize....his **** is hot like my steering wheel on a summer day.

Immortal Technique, Nas, Canabis,South Park MexIcan

Mmm
Now let's get down to business, *****es
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
***** that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around ***** I gets respect
and youse a ***** that can't even get no props in your set
?Trag new park? you say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this *****, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So *****z watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Erik Titer, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my *****z comin
And you looked like your ***** ass was bout to start runnin
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I f**k you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
(punk
ass)
But *****es like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three
pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the *****
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and *****es don't jock your ****
You need to stay down you Compton clown
and get off of the nuts of the *****z with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherf**kin ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
*chorus*
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
this is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the *****z that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
and whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
so whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ
Q-U-I-K
with no C still you can't be me

Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
doin what I wanna, and youse a goner *****
for thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my *****z cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock
it
But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa *gun
blast*
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollers *****, you know the rest
*chorus*
Now I done sold my f**kin soul to the **** that I kick
While you groupie ass *****z keep on ridin the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday
motherf**ker
(hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
you f**kin coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no f**kin killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your *****z that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is funny is some real ****
So you need to be more careful who you f**kin wit, beyotch!
*chorus*
(line 4) I'm through playin with your punk ass
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
they can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides, whassup *****z
And my ***** big Suge, known for keepin **** poppin
To my ***** Big J, my little ***** Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin ass ***** Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'M the first ***** that was 'Bangin on Wax'
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop

Camron is one of the most underrated lyricist. He's not top 10 all time, but he's probably top 10 today.

Nas, Rakim, Cormega, Rass Kass, Canibus, Chino XL, GZA...those are great lyricists, those who put 50 cent as a good lyricist should be shot.

Nas

Best Hip Hop album ever: Illmatic

Canibus, Tupac, Eminem

Canibus is soooooo ****ing under appreciated, thanks to the bull**** blacklist he's basically on. That **** is just gay too. **** that, its like McCarthy-ism all over again for Bis. Just because he embarrassed Russell Simmons' boyfriend.