Best Lyrics of all time Thread.

[T.Horton]

relax Jermaine

how 'bout i just crack ya phuckin' foehead and leave beans and rice laying all over the Jersey Shore?

[HughJass]

green has been sent in your direction

thanks jose my man fell asleep listening to capital punishment lol

[HughJass]

Notorious B.i.g. Unbelievable Lyrics
Send "Unbelievable" Ringtone to your Cell
Songwriters: KELLY, ROBERT S. / WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER / MARTIN, CHRIS E.
Verse One:

Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom ****in
It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
With the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them ****in polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable

Verse Two:

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A - don't **** with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable

Verse Three:

Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems ****ed up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
*****z know the steelo, unbelievable

one of my favs timmy bro

[-jose-]

how 'bout i just crack ya phuckin' foehead and leave beans and rice laying all over the Jersey Shore?

now you've gone to far Willis I've seen you're picture and its posted all over the Jersey shore don't let me or my boys catch you around there son!
Prrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

thanks jose my man fell asleep listening to capital punishment lol

[Walt Liquor]

To me this is the best verse ever ever ever in hip hop. and that's sayin a lot

Yo, peep the heavy metal king hold big shi t, with spare clips
You see eclipse when the mac spit
your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness
cause deep in the abyss
Is official street life, blood on my kicks, shi t on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, nigg az is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW nigg az is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Ain't shi t brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see,
but simply,
To simplify shi t, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G,
don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shi t
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
fuk rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage or motherfukn in four pound
Speakers leakin out sound
or nigg az leakin on the ground
I could truly care less the God gonna get his
Regardless
blow for blow let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigg a stay on point never disregard
shi t or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshi t for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, nigg az comin in herds
We flush through your click get purged

[Walt Liquor]

Cause every word I utter for hip hop lovers
Will reflect forever like two mirrors facing each other...




Green K you bastid

Cause nigg az is comin to get you,
ready to rip you
with intercontinental ballistic missiles
and pistols
Put a red dot on your head like you Hindu
then put a hole in you
big enough to put my open fist through
We could verbally diss you
or we could get physical
Whatever nigg az wanna do
we could do it too
Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sinners
We rob nigg az for they presents at they barmitzvahs
We rob nigg az for they body organs, and sold em to the highest bidders
Things like hearts and livers
One and a half million in cash when it's delivered
Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to forgive us

[-jose-]

To me this is the best verse ever ever ever in hip hop. and that's sayin a lot

Yo, peep the heavy metal king hold big shi t, with spare clips
You see eclipse when the mac spit
your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness
cause deep in the abyss
Is official street life, blood on my kicks, shi t on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, nigg az is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW nigg az is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Ain't shi t brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see,
but simply,
To simplify shi t, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G,
don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shi t
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
fuk rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage or motherfukn in four pound
Speakers leakin out sound
or nigg az leakin on the ground
I could truly care less the God gonna get his
Regardless
blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigg a stay on point never disregard
shi t or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshi t for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, nigg az comin in herds
We flush through your click get purged

MOOB DEEP

[-jose-]

"I'll appear in your dreams like Freddie do, no kidding you/Even if I stuttered I was still shi-shi-**** on you/Soon as I chitter-chatter, your ****'ll shatter/I'm the kid outta the Bronx that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter."

Big Pun

[Walt Liquor]

MOOB DEEP

2 minutes straight of greatness from P.

similar to this, but better:

I'm sick of gossipping bithces and nigg az who gossip like bit ches
claimin' they live but if you pop 'em they snitchin'
some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers
knowin' they lack the heart of those thats out on the benches
I was out in the trenches-
which enables me to write
such a powerful picture like Apocolypse Now
I put my heart in my lyrics everytime I sit down to write
My Source of inspiration ain't three and a half mics
I must have been an MC in my past life
presently I'm unquestionably poetic, I'm mad nice
people act like I don't deserve nothing I got
I grew up in the spot
my sleep was interrupted by customers knocks
some of y'all should just stop the anomosity you got for me
like it was not
for years we ran our projects like marathon, its catostrophic
our time, death, and pride came out on conquest
subsequently some are with me others ain't-yet the gutter's within me
I wish for nothing except that my mother was with me
some place judgement against me based on nothing but envy
they pray for My Downfall like the song by Biggie
born in the city which never sleeps to rest in peace
is carved in stone,
some starved while others bled to eat
rap is my legacy, I leave my seed my destiny
Except I hope she never see the jealousy
success can bring
the trife life and death of kings
I'm from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poetically
never sleep, rest assured Mega is dope in its purest form
the dealer/MC keepin it real is my protocal
fall back I got you open off the style I was workin on it
the beat is lifeless,
'till I put my verses on it
I reminisce confinement as I read a kite
from my people with secret indictment
freedom and triumph
contemplating putting sprees on the tires
dominating this beat with my rhyming as if you need a reminder
I spit that drug dealer shi t you might have seen on The Wire
what other lyricist is known for giving people cosignment
I'm eager with rhyming, I rock Iceberg jeans with Nikes
an extremist with rhymin as deep as Posidan
breedin' in violence now I live in a peaceful enviroment
a secret asylum from the streets where people be wilding
some blind with fury from seeing me shining
like a phoenix arising from the depths showin the reaper definace

[deanrw]

I have never been a real fan of Rush but I have always liked this song. It is all about the condition and delivery of music itself.
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Begin the day with a friendly voice,
A companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.

Off on your way, hit the open road,
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers,
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenna bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted.
Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question
Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty.

One likes to believe in the freedom of music,
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity.

For the words were written on the studio wall,
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. Of salesmen. Of salesmen
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