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What is the greatest rap lyric of all time? (3 Viewers)

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go (go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

 
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She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you

The Casanova legend must have been true"

I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"

Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane

And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can,

Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman."

I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose

Flyin' through the air in pantyhose

He may be very sexy, or even cute,

But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit,"

I said, "You need a man man who's got finesse

And his whole name across his chest

He may be able to fly all through the night,

But can he rock a party 'til the early light?

He can't satisfy you with his little worm,

But I can bust you out with my super sperm!"

 
my #### plays on the double feature screen

your #### went straight to DVD

...

my #### - so hot, it's stolen

your #### look like Gary Coleman

...

my #### - been there done that

your #### sits there with dunce cap

...

my #### - size of a pumpkin

your #### look like Macaulay Culkin

...

my #### bench pressed 350

your #### couldn't shoplift at Thrifty

...

my #### don't fit down the chimney

your #### is like a kid from the Philippines

...

my #### goes to yoga

your #### - fruit roll-up

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Pretty sure we had this thread already and I'll stick to the same answer I have then...

Cappadonnas verse in winter wars

 
First off, #### your ##### and the click you claim

Westside when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I ####ed your wife

We bust on Bad Boy #####z ####ed for life

 
You say you don't #### on the first date?

Then #### you ##### I ain't gonna wait.

Cause my #### is hard and my back is strong

I'll find another ##### to get it on.

 
"Why's the sky blue, why's water wet...Why did Judas get the Romans while Jesus slept"... because of the context/contrast & whose tongue the lyric flowed from.

 
When I was a little baby boy,

My momma gave me a brand new toy:

Two turntables with a mic

And I learned to rock like Dolemite.

 
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it within a minute
Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then ya'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics?
Using his music to steer it sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they're saying, "You shouldn't hear it."
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
as a mother####ing drug addict like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You ####### do-gooders - too bad you couldn't DO-GOOD at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's {Jigga durra Jigga da chk Jigga}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-### it's just the..

See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare

Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a monger of hate, Satan and scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the ladder, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, they can be mad at today
See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
while I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a mother####ing spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, mother####ers hate to like you
What did I do? (huh) I'm just a kid from the gutter
making his butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a mother####ing

 
...

rhythmic McTitties

I wanna burn all of the cities to the ground

I rah rah rah rah rah rah see yourself

I can't keep you standing on the shelf

Something inside

Blah blah blah suicide

But I've got too much pride inside

The hook brings you back

I ain't tellin you no lies

 
One, two, three, four
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like Hennessy and NyQuil

Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin #### from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-C's
Type of rap ##### that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that ##### St. Patrick

 
Fantasizing about getting a triple double, in a imaginary pickup basketball game, while living in helz has gotta be way up there imo.

 
Racism is still alive, yellow tape and colored lines
#### that, ##### look at that line, it's so diverse
They getting off work and they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can't drive Benz's, and I been there, so I make it my business
To give 'em my full attention, ten-hut! Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, I gotta get down with God cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don't mistake me for no ####### rapper
They sit backstage and hide behind the ####### cameras
I mosh pit, had a microphone and I tossed it
Had a brain, then I lost it

 
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton
Outstandin'
I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the phantom
Damn this #### tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I’ve got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat ham

####in Action Bronson :lmao:

 
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that
This is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with
Something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless
Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin’
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately
Smashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation!
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
 
Speakin of hoes, i'll get to the point

You think you got the bomb cuz i rolled you a joint

You'se a flea and i'm the big dogg

I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherf'in paws

 
Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat

And the food just ain't no good

I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed

And the chicken tastes like wood

So you try to play it off like you think you can

By saying that you're full

And then your friend says "momma he's just being polite

He ain't finished uh-uh that's bull"

So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie

And you say that you already ate

And your friend says "man there's plenty of food"

So you pile some more on your plate

While the stinky food's steaming your mind starts to dreaming

Of the moment that it's time to leave

And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting

Into something that looks like cheese

Oh so you say that's it I got to leave this place

I don't care what these people think

I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous

With this ugly food that stinks

So you bust out the door while its still closed

Still sick from the food you ate

And then you run to the store for quick relief

From a bottle of kaopectate

And then you call your friend two weeks later

To see how he has been

And he says "I understand about the food

Baby but bubbah we're still friends"

 
[Verse One: 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 #####z roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holdin weed inside they ##### with they minds on the

pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife

It's like a cycle, #####z 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

 

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