Rap Lines That Made you :eek the 1st Time you Heard Em

Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop
Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hott
Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops
Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked
Barricades up, yep, you already kno y'all
Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars
Cops on the mega phone, "come down now"
But it all calmed down somehow
Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms
Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms
Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray
Nope! Shots done ric-o-shade, cops take him away
And now some N's miss em
But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb N's wit em
-Joe Budden "Three sides to a story" (if you dont know the song, listen to it, it'll make sense after)
 
My dough flip like Tae-Kwon,
Jay-Z the icon, baby you like Don, maybe this Cristal will change your life, huh
Roll with the winners, heavy spinners like hit records
Rocafella, Don't get it corrected
This #@&% is perfected, from chips to chicks that strip in the Lexus

Jay Z

I'll take it to before we knew each other's name
Run in the ultrasound and snatch you out your mother's frame
I'll take even further back to Lover's Lane
To the night you were thought up and C-block your father's game

Eminem

I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well

Clipse (I don't know which dude)
 
"I don't really want to hit this girl but she just want the chef stick like napoleanan dynamite"

"Cuz if so, she wouldn't need to change her strategy, and wouldn't need me to recharge her batteries one minute she mad at me, next minute its allgood and im in her body like grey's anatomy"
 
..he aint brave he a punk/ i'll put your family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch.-Joe Budden
 
I'm shocked I haven't seen anything from this song yet...

See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherf----z still in my biz
Don't they know my [man] Gutter f---'in kidnap kids? (uhh)
F--- em in the ++%, throw 'em over the bridge (oooh)


and the hook itself is
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What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
 
"we at the spot to chill, where the food get grilled, she ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal"
 
"But if it ccalls for me to force my way in the door
Headhuntin mother +@$*+%*, stay on the floor
4-4, that's what I get sick wit
Four more, now all this is liquid" - X

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Kanye West- Livin in a Movie

The preachers wife dont give head get a divorce man
The kids been calling you the headless horseman
Like Sleepy Hollow, See she swallow
Sucked like ole girl got booed at Apollo
 
Originally Posted by upstateboibeats

Originally Posted by Jumpman2314

Safe sex is great sex,
better wear a latex,
cause you dont want that late text,
That "I think I'm late" text.

Went crazy when I got it...lol

yooo where's that from??
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lollipop remix feat kanye
 
"..Tell me is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin'
I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove
Don't let the Reverend hold your casket cuz
We think you thinkin'.."
-Pusha T
 
Cassidy from "I Get High Freestyle" :

'you in the kitchen missin a piece of your head
ill turn your TV on , eat from your fridge
lay you out on the couch and eat with your kids
so when the neighbors peep , they think you're sleep but you dead'
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Kano freestlye:

'ill clap old
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, illclap
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in school
if you dont wanna play gun to mum ill play knife to wife
ill stab
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, imcruel
why waste the clip ? im poor'
 
"No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!"

-Jay-Z, Takeover
 
Originally Posted by antj2k2

" And if you got a daughter older than 15, Imma rape her,
Take her on da livin room floor right there in front of you,
Then ask you seriously, What u wanna do?
Frustratin' isnt it? Wanna kill me, but imma kill you,
Now watch me #@*& just a little while longer, Please, will you?"-DMX

FTW!!!
 
as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact
BOOM! from the cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating ITAL stew like the one Peter Tosh-a

UH uh UH, all over the track, man
UH, pardon me, UH, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban
And have u smelling rank, like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kicking
Yo, bustin out before theBusta bust a nut the rhyme
the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)

Rippin up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!!
 
___, you aint got to explain ___
Ive been robbin ________ since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a _________ sure to die
Thats my word, ____ even try to bogart
Have his mother singing its so hard...~BIG

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my ___ hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my ___ Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we ___ hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My ___ Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug ___ in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
___ with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger ___ with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a ___ villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uhh..~Foxy

I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head.~Eminem
 
First time I heard Malice say 'big chain around my neck like I'm fresh off the Amistad'..I was in shock for about 10 minutes.
 
moved weight across the seas while you babbled to the cops,
i aint have to be on the court to travel with the rock... JR writer, cake off

they sick when im spittin,
like this %%%$% didn't,
so get where you fit in,
when i rap it goes to show magic johnson aint the only sick %%%$% living... jr writer, freestyle with jae mills
 
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same +@$*@ who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-+#@$ on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you ****ter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all
big pun ^

dmx V

Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
 
Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin at the forty million boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

and he did exactly that a few years later SMH, the swag was incredible
 
In the sig. I was late getting to "Illmatic" and had only heard his later stuff, so when I was bumping that CD in the car, I was exposed to quite afew gems like that. Wasn't expecting it...
 
Prodigy
"i break bread, ribs 100 dolla bills"



"[Nas Escobar]
Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and hand-me-down *#*%
my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
*#*% is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket"

"[Nas]
I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shi
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, down throats, pee on bs who famous
Pretty , puttin stitches in they %%$!
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only n Sadé dated, the most hated, Nas "

[Canibus]
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My m' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign, far from being borin
My style is hard like cancer without McCorman
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it
N frontin' like they hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude
And I'll split your sh, pa
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for t, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that a properly
Welcome to the Desert Storm annual extravaganza
Crew rolls deeper than the cart-rides on Bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in Porsches
Can't be tested or F'ed wit, I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take the necklace
The type of Canibus (/cannabis) that's side-effectless
The type of sh that get the Question-mark Man arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on MCs to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly, you get electrified and fried
F around and get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, CLUEminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the National Guard
Ready or not like the Fugees
Crews be steppin' to me
But I wipe em' all out like booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what CLUEminati did to you
The maximum lyrical, n you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you
 
anything off of Death Is Certain and MIC Mixtape vol. 2
anything off of MM2 and MM3
anything off of SSLP, MMLP, EM Show
 
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