Post The Baddest Lines Ever In Rap Songs!!!!

[Stone Roses!]

Big L has several dope lines.


Too many to mention just check out his first 2 albums for pwnage

[Walt Liquor]

Big L has several dope lines.


Too many to mention just check out his first 2 albums for pwnage

this should be ATG entire verses Stoney, not dope lines. It's just too much.

[Stone Roses!]

this should be ATG entire verses Stoney, not dope lines. It's just too much.

No doubt mate.


Big L deliverers paragraphs worth of pwnage like no other.

[Stone Roses!]

Who can top this?


Tell Me? DAMN!!!!





I actually have the entire lyrics to this song memorised. I've heard it 100 times over.

[Stone Roses!]

"I wasn't poor, I was po, I couldn't afford the 'or' - Big L

[Chief2ndzOnly!]

I spent my day around from Hollaway, broke and disgusted/ Without enough money to buy food, but I'm smokin' so **** it/ I Hit the school yard, no report card, cause I'm larger than life/ Clothes smokey, eyes shiney, cause I'm high as a kite/ **** the highschool teachers, I'm demandin respect/ South Acres, baby gangsta commandin respect/ **** the school's vice principal, he shife, and I mean it/ He told my mama bout my dope case/ And my mama believed him/ Now my daddy got a problem, causin altercations/ Soooouuuth Siiide, fo liiiiife/ So I know what I'm facin'/ They got doctors who could study this, and tell us no doubt/ It probably take a shrink a lifetime to figure this out/ I seen the same thang, pass and came by/ And muth****as countin they change remain silent/ I send this out for all that thought the could cope/ Cold as **** when it came to the game, but my game done!!!.............................SouthSide

All off memory. Oh there is more but it's lunchtime so I gotta go stuff my face.

[Mushroom]

'check this situation, I wore my lust like cologne
she called it Obsession'

'You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure?'

[Disposable Arts]

Redman

SURPRISE N!GGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
**** that I kick backflips any four bit*h (yeah)
Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH
to an incredible n!gga with a *nickle* nine on the hip
I always got played by a honeyDIP
But now I`m on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BIT*H
And swing hardcore because that`s where I come from (yeah)
I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I`m back to tear the frame out your a$$CRACK
Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet
And what you see is what you get and what you`re gettin is your
ASS KICKED, n!gga, hit you with the funkdafied figure
Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK
Yes the Redman that`s what they call me
Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
Like AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid a$s, ROCKABYE BABY
The Funkadelic Devil hit your as* with a level from the new school
and still holdin my jewels!




Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style n!iggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pu$$y with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, n!ggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same **** again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual





Method Man

I breaks it down to the bone bristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
N!ggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happened
You know about them f-cking Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Talkin out your a$$HOLE
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, ch!nky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the f-ck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a n!gga snoozing
Slit the cardiac, arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a n!gga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya f-ck ya



Freddie Foxx

You n!ggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend n!ggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you n!ggaz don't flow it right and f-ck up my sound
I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face
of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
MC's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the b!tches, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking a$$ n!ggaz and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "N!gga, WHAT, WHAT?! N!gga WHAT?!"
N!ggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm
Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake n!ggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many n!ggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest n!gga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you motherf-ckers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my drama so ill
Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn
So the n!ggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up
But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what b!tch n!ggaz do best................. bite
You n!ggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know
Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia

[T.Horton]

big L '98 freestyle:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg650...feature=search

Yo, **** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your *****
with both hands on her ****
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 I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I **** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, 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 *****es than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
****in punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never ****, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man ****
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't **** 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, I'm 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 I'm loyal then that ***** 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 ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ***** sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all *****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
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't **** with none of you *****z
I might pull out this gun on your *****z
and rob every last one of you *****z

[Chief2ndzOnly!]

Is anybody out there...

I swear I feel so all alone, back down on my knees again
Hopin you can keep me strong/ cuz I can't hardly sleep tonight
I took too many sleepin pills, I drunk too many Miller Lites
And I can feel the Reaper near/ so please forgive me for my sins
I am just another man/ sorry for the pain that I've caused
I know that you'll understand/ these demons'll drive me - insane
I've been goin mad/ probably oughta blow out my brains
Cuz I'm hurtin bad/ but I'm fightin... blast, on the other day
These problems got me usin more drugs, along with the other things
I'm slowly fading into my thoughts, (come against me, bring it on!)
and I'm driftin in and outta space/ and I don't believe I'm wakin up/
the alcohol, and demorol, drift me to another world/
Where the sunshine stay shinin, I think I was finna url/
Momma, can ya look at me? Cause this ain't what I used to be/
Tomorrow, I'll be somebody else, cuz I ain't been me/
And I can't seem to shake these, I'll put that there on everythang
The more Im tryna figure me out, is like like the more I change/
But my childhood was ****ed up - raised up rowdy by a single moms/
She told me my daddy didn't give a ****, she ain't let him do his job/
Seperate my family life, and I don't know my next of kin/
In these days, with these ****ed up ways, who the **** are them?/
My daddy had three other kids, but I ain't never seen 'em
So/ Ain't no sense in coming around now, you ain't been here befo'/
It's sad but I ain't feelin nuttin, my whole life's been a ****in maze/
and when I tried to locate my siblings, they were gone away/
Lost inside they other things, ****ed me then, ****ed me now/
Quick to tell me "Show you some love" ***** show you how?/
Ain't no love I'm feelin here, I ain't never known a smile/
Momma - did you really love me, or was I just a child?/
Sad on the outside, I know you seen it in my face/
I wasn't really happy here, but I was forced to lead the way/
Copped me a new Cheverolet, just to drift away to the other side/ just to think
If I get to see Heaven, I can thank you for the ride/
and thank you for my other kids and even though
they mommas won't admit that they can't make it but man, note the child support/ I always been the bad dude, that they tryna make me out to be/
the bad guy that I really ain't, *****s quick to hassle me
Cuz I don't see my kids enough, but I make the time to pick 'em up/
But you find somethin to stick in my face - it ain't me ****in up/
It's bad enough, face to face/ Hoes that wanna catch a case/
So bad, they'll try ta give me they babies - and wouldn't take the case/
If the hoe wassn't ****in up, And now they know where the weankess at/
and you spoke lies to ya old mans eyes, how could you sleep wit that?/
Jepordize everything, just in search of a larger life/
Sacrificin the entire family, with no regards to Christ/
Funny how people look at life, but take this **** for granted, right?/
But then reality strikes, and changes things overnight/
I thank the Lord for watchin over me/ though I'm prone to doin wrong/
I repent religiously, hopin that the weak get strong
when the heat get's on/ ...................................
Hopin that the weak get strong, when the heat get's on!


Ya know... there's different... stages to life...
Either, headin into a storm... ya in a storm...
or ya just got out of a storm...think about it...



There is no other rap that you can post that fades this, I dont care who you dig up. Uncle Face just taught us something using his self as the model.

Here's the song so you can completely feel what I'm tellin ya.