Favourite Rap Lines

If your trying to buy guns im the n***** to look to, so what they got bodies on em they still look new. fiddy cent.

I got blood on my hands and there no remorse i got blood on my dick cos I fucked a corpse, im a nasty n***** when you past me n***** look me in the eye, tell me to my fucking face that you ready to die. DMX<br /><br />-- Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:01 pm --<br /><br />Hell rell is sick. Get this blasted old but still good no one onto him in England though.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woF_jdVbMaU[/youtube]
 
Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
Leave me alone
So early I was free to just rome
Wit 7 keys to the home
11 trees to the dome
13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
Fiends come coppin' the raw
Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
There's some locks on the door
Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
One gram on that butter is 30
Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
School, cutting it early
Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
Come on home wit me, these are the facts
Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
And shit he still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
Dip set come home wit me

and best freestyle...

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZydUoHSSEY[/youtube]<br /><br />-- Sat Oct 23, 2010 9:07 pm --<br /><br />
Scottyboi said:
If your trying to buy guns im the n***** to look to, so what they got bodies on em they still look new. fiddy cent.

I got blood on my hands and there no remorse i got blood on my dick cos I fucked a corpse, im a nasty n***** when you past me n***** look me in the eye, tell me to my fucking face that you ready to die. DMX

-- Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:01 pm --

Hell rell is sick. Get this blasted old but still good no one onto him in England though.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woF_jdVbMaU[/youtube]


Shame Cam and Jones couldn't get along and fucked the whole movement....
 
brooklandsblue2.0 said:
and best freestyle...

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZydUoHSSEY[/youtube]

...haha deffo agree that 3style sesh waz madd nice, i was out on my Brownsville stoop tha nite they dropt it n' seen Bleakie boi 2 dayz after on Murtle Ave n' Bushwick n' still gots tha whole CD from tha nite they laced it down !

"how ya gon diss my philly squad wen they side wit Brooklyn"









R-O-C n' Funk Flidideeeee Hot nine sev.......
 
carrconormcfc said:
ono said:
This wins...

Nas - Rewind.
Correct mate. Nas is the G.O.A.T

plan b - sik 2 def

Let me do what nas did and tell that shit in reverse.
the hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue.
the guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out and blood goes back in
Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
The medics walk backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man back in the am-bulance
the ambulances engine turns back on and his lights flash as it plays his favourite song
the guy goes back to the exact spot they found him and the medics and and all the passers by go back where they came from
Till eventually
No-one surrounds him
and the blood pours up him rather than down him.
The man then falls upwards back on his feet and stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street.
He walks into the blade that cut his belly
then he holds his neck which was bleeding already.
He removes his hand so you can see the cut.
And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up
He unsays the words he said which were "What The Fuck"
And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
then the blood from he severely severed ear crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears.
as the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear.
Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
then walks backwards through the bushes where he's disregarding nature
Who's the guy on the bench unreading his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
back in his house now back in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head
take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its case which has my name on the cover along with my face
Fast forward there's been a murder and the police know who's done it.
not lookin for a motive coz they don't know why he done it.
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening
A couple of months later this shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that switch in his hand and told him to kill that man.
Like this whole song was some sickly devised plan to hurt some poor **** I don't even know and ive never met before in my life.
whoever said "the pen is mightier than the sword" was right so you better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight
 
How's about some vintage Miker D and Sven, with their classic version of Madonna's Holiday?

We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidaysh
Put your armsh in the air
Let me hear you say
We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidaysh
Put your armsh in the air
Let me hear you say
Mike and Dee are here let me hear you say
Hey check out the new shtyle we just played

We are going on a shummer holiday
If you want to go you'll shwim
We're going to London and New York City
And we'll take a little piece of Amshterdam
Right


God, I loved the 80s Dutch massive
 
crizack said:
carrconormcfc said:
Correct mate. Nas is the G.O.A.T

plan b - sik 2 def

Let me do what nas did and tell that shit in reverse.
the hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue.
the guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out and blood goes back in
Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
The medics walk backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man back in the am-bulance
the ambulances engine turns back on and his lights flash as it plays his favourite song
the guy goes back to the exact spot they found him and the medics and and all the passers by go back where they came from
Till eventually
No-one surrounds him
and the blood pours up him rather than down him.
The man then falls upwards back on his feet and stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street.
He walks into the blade that cut his belly
then he holds his neck which was bleeding already.
He removes his hand so you can see the cut.
And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up
He unsays the words he said which were "What The Fuck"
And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
then the blood from he severely severed ear crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears.
as the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear.
Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
then walks backwards through the bushes where he's disregarding nature
Who's the guy on the bench unreading his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
back in his house now back in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head
take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its case which has my name on the cover along with my face
Fast forward there's been a murder and the police know who's done it.
not lookin for a motive coz they don't know why he done it.
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening
A couple of months later this shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that switch in his hand and told him to kill that man.
Like this whole song was some sickly devised plan to hurt some poor **** I don't even know and ive never met before in my life.
whoever said "the pen is mightier than the sword" was right so you better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight
You're not seriously trying to compare Plan fecking B to Nas?
 
Sue Denim said:
How's about some vintage Miker D and Sven, with their classic version of Madonna's Holiday?

We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidaysh
Put your armsh in the air
Let me hear you say
We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidaysh
Put your armsh in the air
Let me hear you say
Mike and Dee are here let me hear you say
Hey check out the new shtyle we just played

We are going on a shummer holiday
If you want to go you'll shwim
We're going to London and New York City
And we'll take a little piece of Amshterdam
Right


God, I loved the 80s Dutch massive
quality,Mike Doyle and Sven Gorden at their finest!
 
Rappers Delight, Sugar Hill Gang

Well, I was walking home late one afternoon
A reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore,
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
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!"


And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
It came from my wise, dear old dad
He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever you do in your lifetime
You never let an MC steal your rhyme"
So from six to six 'til this very day
I'll always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
I let them know that I'm versatile
I got style, finesse, and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But the thing that seperates you from me
 
Wheelsy said:
Rappers Delight, Sugar Hill Gang

Well, I was walking home late one afternoon
A reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore,
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
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!"


And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
It came from my wise, dear old dad
He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever you do in your lifetime
You never let an MC steal your rhyme"
So from six to six 'til this very day
I'll always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
I let them know that I'm versatile
I got style, finesse, and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But the thing that seperates you from me

I will never, ever tire of this tune. So ahead of its time. Came on the radio last week and I was buzzing for the rest of the day ;-)
 

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