Name one of your favorite rap lines

Eat the cake like Annie Mae

Young Based God and I been doin my thing

Take my shirt off and the girls go insane

Four diamond rings, two big-*** chains

Eat that wonton soup I got the cash like chang chang chang

***** suck my *** because I come like 36 ways

AK-47 leave that **** with no ****** name

Call my main **** and she stay giving me brain

Put that **** to shame, violate that brain

Young Based God dope my ***** like I'm cocaine

***** snort my ring, that crackpipe like my chain

Found a dope man, I ride that **** like Ace of Spades

Ho don't play that game!

I'm rapping not for the fame
 
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hey dj quik
peep this get back
i got new back slap
that'll park her like a cadillac




-suga free
 
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Now i could let this dream killers kill my self-esteem, our use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams, i use it as my gas, so they say that im gassed, but without I'd be last, so i ought to laugh- Ye
 
straight up **** is real and any day could be your last in the jungle, get murdered on the humble, guns a blast ****** tumble
 
"Thank god for my wallabee shoe it done saved ME!"

"Rap with a british accent, Gucci clothes,
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions"

"Gravitating towards the money, cuz it brings me joy,
Only thing next to my baby girl and baby boy,
Drop Mercedes toy, with ya moms butt naked cookin eggs like Ving Rhames in Baby Boy."
 
lil mannish n*gga on restriction cryin wit his mu*uckin nose in the corner/

broke up outta that punk ish an said mama imma do what the F i wanna/

hit the street an make a wheelbarrow fulla bread/

if i end up dead then press delete im tired of eatin powdered meat/

E-40
 
Welcome

, uh, come in, come in, yeah it's the Basedgod, He will be uh coming very shortly, I'm sorry about the long wait that you guys have been having, Lil B he's very busy (Beat Starts), Don't worry come on in, You've never heard of the Basedgod? (laughs)
 
There ain't no type guts wit you
You Terrell Owens, them Ns that wear eagles, they don't even wanna fck with you
Me, fam? I was pimping weed dirt back when Ns used to rock Simpsons t-shirts

Check the time it's around that hour
Little Ns ain't 'round that powder
They ain't super or Luigi or Mario, ain't found that power
Plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower

Don't want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all
I don't believe 'em when they say that they supplying the raw
You don't move white you lying dog
That's a never-ending story without the white flying dog

-Joey
 
Court Trials, ***

I gotta manage

They think if I take my *** off

I'mma wild out

They know I'm gone do it

If it's a smart move I'm gone pursue it

Luda

Gone off Buddha

Store in Cuba

That ain't me

I ain't no court chasing *****

Stay away far from cops those dope dealers, don't get arrested

I'm having more scrilla

Dollar billas

Equals Killas

I guess I'm killing...
...

Ain't no secrets

Then I peep more secrets

Then you see how I see them

Guarantee your visions even

I swear I'm Capo Capo

Drop the drop off yeah give me that

I ain't petty

But the Glock so heavy

Drop shots, spaghetti

Left or a Leftee

Or a booger you fat or a hefty

I'm a give 'em back raw coke

Your boy too clean like I used bar of soap

No I'm just a Waterfront boy

You just cop my pension

And its written

I always had this vision

****** too fake

Couldn't come to grips with

That I made it happen

It's a one in million that I'mma make it rapping

But I'm so sincere

A suit and a tie what I'm suppose to wear

I'm in the zone I'mma go this year

Might blow the ... like remotes in here

Look at me

A smirk on her face like I shouldn't be happy

And I shouldn't keep rapping

But ****** from the dirt

So its, flowers in the grass

I'm having the time of my life

Just flash how I would just pass

This Strobe light

Daytime and I hate night

Only things cool is the breaklight

What I sold they don't get the pace right

Only god knows what my day like

The whole world knows what I stand for

I got honor in my words

I demand more... Peace

I want to make a place for the people

I want to show y'all that we all are even

I want to be a star no hollywood

Your dreams come true it's all good

Just think about it

What you want to do you gone do

And its all those moves, its all those things, its all those dudes

Think about it man

Think all those- man them lives going to change

Dream more doors then you do the pain

A lot of people sleep out in the rain

We tend to forget what we don't see

So if you disappear tomorrow

Would you think about me

Or would you think about me
 
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Ah So you finally met Lil B

, huh, How was it? It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Come outside the Basedegod's here Yes! This is amazing. Look at his face he's so happy. Close the door we must leave. We must leave the Basedgod now. Let him, Let him rest, Let him be

God's Father Mixtape, Lil B
 
Batman can't walk though my hood, it's no love, Tash will jack him for his cape and sport that s**t to the club
 
Welcome to dooms day I'm Kobe in the clutch
Tiger wit the club, Van Damme at the kumite

No names should be mentioned wit mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal sht
Canibus, no album out before the L sht
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name MANE
On my Diddy sht, Memphis, Grizzlie sht
Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's sht
Rappers don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib n Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, don't put 'em before me

-Joey
 
"Wit many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas
More lines than the bible quoted from Jesus
More lines than a African herd of zebras
Niccas just ain't F'n wit the 'cannabis sativa'"

pfffttt
 
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 "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." - Pun
 
Tryin’ to give me the finger is kinda like givin’ the spider the web. I’m just gonna spin and try to use it to my advantage. I catch a fly in that *****. You think you fly, you just food.
 
Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MCs heart, what is he thinkin'
About to go against me?,smart
And it's absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served, my
Spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth
That would be the death of me first
'cuz in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could
Ever be worse that's why I'm
Clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like
I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack,
Like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin'
At them, the track is on some
Battlin' rap who wants some static
'Cuz I don't really think that the fact that
I'm Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest

 
 
Information begins the gathering
Starting the pattern and stargate towards Saturn
Between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
You don't need any passport, all you need is a thought
Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
The brain begins to process as we start the conquest
From out the physical bondage, the thought
Launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
Now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
As we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
Seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem
I eat lamb with Abraham and break bread with the son of man
So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
As I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
Don't look back why, cause we're almost there
Just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
Now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
Beyond the measure of yards
You can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars
Pick up quasars inside the radar
As we're going far past any astronaut
Moving so fast in this aircraft
Everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
The blast turns glass into rocks
At last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
Till I become a beam of gas
And travel through a extreme draft
Unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
Out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners
Giant antennas, high tech space cameras
Or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
Not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the U.S. bar code
Now I'm on Allah's road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
Where only god knows or goesl, blow like a UFO
To give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
And explode through the mysterious black holes
Deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
To sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental)
I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
My sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
So you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
Therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
My teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
Take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
The eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
Wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
Destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
Takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
Ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
As we cruise going into magnitude
As we break up into a multitude of molecules
Going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
As, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves
That's supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters
Changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
Kissing Christ at the last supper
Grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental)
I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
In the position like yoga, till my mind passes over
The solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
Into the suns 8 points, then I, begin to rise like helium
Escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
Meditating to the soft note of a violin
I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue
For the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
There existed a hebrew lodge (Heavy Mental)
A phenomenon from out of the matrix
The world looks at me with envy and hatred
Just because I appear to them half naked
Rising into a spaceship
With an arm full of solid gold bracelets
A phenomenon from out of the matrix (Heavy Mental)
Now the only time (Heavy Mental)
The only time you should catch.. (Heavy Mental)
Only time, you could have
Jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (Heavy Mental)
Rock a by ? (Heavy Mental)
Yo, just chill (Heavy Mental)
Stop the tape (Heavy Mental)
(STOP IT!) Heavy Mental
 
Kill him where he stand

Annotate

and stand over him, shake his hand

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I ain't backing down for nothing

I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner

Coroners comfort your mama

"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies

We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh

You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton

Ask me what I have accomplished I don't know I don't have conscience

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; I'm head hunting

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics

Cause ignorance is bliss
 
This the hardest **** you've heard from LA this far

And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off

We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I'll dish off

Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya'll pissed off

Then peel off, in a hooptie

Come back and make these ****** wanna shoot me

And they ******* wanna salute me or seduce me

Indubitably I'm too street

Indubitably I'mma do me

Better than your ***** would

But you ****** too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and I'm good

I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm

Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent

No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you ****** vanish

Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet

Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Apparently you're a parrot

Mocking me and my blueprint

But I won't share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff

Stop it, I'm hearin' the comments

The critics are calling me conscious

But truthfully, every shooter be callin' me Compton

So truthfully, only calling me Kweli and Common?

Proves that ignorance is bliss
 
I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z

Until I finally realized that Jay wasn't me

I took my time to jot down every line that's a quotable

Critics say I don't be killing this **** but I know I do

Because I used to practice early morning and then after school

I'm working on my hooks my *****, I ain't tryna battle you

But even if I did, I guarantee I'd overshadow you

Like a ****** up taper that turned to bowl cut

I'mma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane

Now that's a comparison that you probably wouldn't understand

Because I can touch the people and still keep it ghetto

As an '87 Regal with the tree air freshener on the rearview mirror

I wear a heart on my shoulder

'Member when we used to make the boost look like Motorola?

Your cousin ****** up your room every time he came over

Then went to jail when we got older

That **** is a bad odor, but still I remain focused

In due time, I'll be able to swipe my card and it won't say decline

That ****'s embarrassing huh

Hope no one pay you no mind

But it's a bad ***** behind you while you standing in line

Can you relate to my story? Can you follow my dreams

And admirations that I had ever since I was thirteen?

My momma believed in me, she let me use her van to go to the studio

Even though she know her tank is empty, that's who I do it fo'

My pops got a different approach, yeah he believed

But he always questioned when I'mma drop my debut CD

How long this gon' take *****? You still haven't ate *****

At twenty-two I had two cars and my own place *****

It's a sacrifice I try to tell him

That's when he turn to BET and tell me that he jealous

Of all these ****** getting money and their **** don't sound like ****

I ain't tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quit

I just wanna hear you heard
 
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