the illest open line in a rap?

Originally Posted by AllanHouston20

my dude pun...
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Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact


Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats


Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap


That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you


That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong


The marriage, a bond of havoc and song


This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you


There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked


in the closet of my castle of Grayskull


I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you


My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you


That's how a master degrades you


I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label


I'm snatchin' his halo


God I pray that you send my father back as an angel


Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'


I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
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I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals


That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable


BIG PUN x BLACK THOUGHT - SUPER LYRICAL




extra smooth delivery...
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All alone in this wilderness


Who can figure life as ill as this?


My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist


Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves


!!%*#% that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today


Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence


cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents


Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with coldness


Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from oldness

AZ x NAS - BORN ALONE DIE ALONE





RIP

"FAST MONEY"




I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban 'll bust plus ?good thief the night?
Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill "stuck" him
Oral torture, no doubt, the s@#$ is holocaust
In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
It's settled, get up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
Out for the fast cash, level advance
Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot
tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran


YA'LL GOTTA LISTEN TO DA WHOLE JAWN THO........



twins deep cover
over Dr. dre and snoops deep cover beat...

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop

Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles'
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti
Everybody kiss the f!@#$% floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that @#$%^&* *!@*$

Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
every riddle to middleman who didn't do diddily

"20 SHOT GLOCK W/ DA COP ILLAS FILLED UP TO DA TOP"

watch video.....
 
Common -6TH SENSE
I had to add verse two

The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
with cigarettes in their ear, n%%%% they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

VERSE 2

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, f%%%, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shi
 
^^^ comm sense from "1999"

Some get Range Rovers, some religion change-over
Angel on my main shoulder tellin me remain sober
Token n*gga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle
In battles, I'm warring like the G-Child
Searchin for the child in me, this style in me
This release is like the piece that's now in me
They tried to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the bal-cony
 
Common is like Nas we could go on forever quote that dude.
Cant forget the verse from- I USED TO LOVE HER.
 
I just have to say this thread is
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I think its funny though... we see soo much Nas, and nothing from Hov... not surprising, just funny
 
Raekwon the Chef

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick a** click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo ***** respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

Eminem Amityvilllle

That's why the city is filled with a bunch of ****idiots still (still)
That's why the first ****poppin some ***he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain't Detroit, this is ****Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
and when the police come we ****shoot it out with them too!
That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?)
While I'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??)
Got some registration and just made this ***valid this year? (year?)
Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my actions
and that's when accidents happen,
when a thousand bullets come at your house
and collapse the foundation around you and they found you
and your family in it (AHHHHH!)
GOD ***IT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU
 
Originally Posted by RamZs8906

I think its funny though... we see soo much Nas, and nothing from Hov... not surprising, just funny
I see where you going with it...
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This ain't the Music forum.

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There isnt alot of Jay Z in here because most if not all the people in this joint have an extensive knowledge of Hip Hop. JayZ is always a default /safe answerfor so called hip hop heads.There is more to hip hop than its most popular rappers.
 
Originally Posted by tactusjack

There isnt alot of Jay Z in here because most if not all the people in this joint have an extensive knowledge of Hip Hop. JayZ is always a default /safe answer for so called hip hop heads.There is more to hip hop than its most popular rappers.
I wouldn't say that, but I just think his better verses are his 2nd/3rd verse on a track. As far as starting his tracks, Hov just doesn'treally have memorable ones IMO.
 
Jeru Da Damaja- COME CLEAN- his flow over that beat is perfect

You wanna front what?
Jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em f**** flambe
Your nine spray my mind spray
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game
You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
Origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've accumulated honies all across the map
Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac
My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip h*** dip none of the real n**** slip
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
 
^
C-L-A-S-S-I-C

When perfection meets (flow and production), for real.

Man, you couldn't go ANYWHERE that spring, summer and winter w/o hearing this joint on the radio/out of cars/clubs in D.C...
 
Yes that song was big and the video was perfect for it.
Shayoobah his first verses are as good as 2nd and 3rd-look at Blueprint. I am bias because thats a personal favorite of mine especially-Heart of the City.
 

RamZs8906 wrote:

I think its funny though... we see soo much Nas, and nothing from Hov... not surprising, just funny



Originally Posted by SoleFood06

its tons of reasonable doubt sh*t







I was never a fan of J. Reasonable doubt is the only album that gets play....
 
How did I forget this %@!%!!



You see me, I eat, sleep, %@!% and talk rap

You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that

I had some felony charges, I fought that

Been sent to no return but still was bought back



++%+#, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that

I punished them lil' #*@%%#! before they get car jack

Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back

If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?



@+$%$$ disrespect me, I'ma be in all black

'Companied by some @+$%$$ 'bout killin' and all that

Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off

Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause



In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up

(You don't want to @*+# with me)

At these @+$%$$ claimin' they know me, uh?



+$%%$, what? I'll bust ya' *+* up

Don't even go there, Whodi, 'cause I'm ready to mask up

I heard about the money, that's some nice change

For the right price, I'll bust the right brain



If must a ++%+# try, I can't do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

++%+#, might be shot, ++%+#, might be tri-flamed

++%+#, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame





With somethin' that'll stop a ++%+# from playin'

Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy, look, ++%+#, don't play no games no mo'

++%+#'ll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'



Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?

Don't call in the enforcements, ++%+#, call me

I bet'cha, I'll get them @+$%$$ off yo block

I bet'cha, I'll show them @+$%$$, this boy hot



You don't want to @*+# with me

Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot

Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot



Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough

When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Man, let me get this beef %@!% over, brah





Ain't no #*@%%#! here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah

Bust yo' beef's head, is what was told to us

How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down

How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown



The G-Code is what we live by and we die by

The book is what we will never abide by

@+$%$$ drive by, gettin' loose

Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use



Up in Compton or the Watts, ++%+#

Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, ++%+#

Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion

All fine young black females stallions



Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion

You far away from ya home, you's a alien



See

You don't want to @*+# with me

You don't want to @*+# with me

(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)

(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)

You don't want to @*+# with me, with me






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Top 15 album imo IDAGF how you feel...
 
^What the hell is that?

"Beefin' with each other like a checkerboard in in use" ????????? I don't even get it. For real though, what 'artist' is that?
 
^^^

You never listend to Juveniles 400 degreez album?!

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I didn't know that the illest opening lines had to be a full on multi syllabic, double entandre master piece..

If you just say the 1st verse most people would get that...

Maybe I should've posted "Hovi Baby" or stick to the script like I started to..
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"N' wearing reeboks instead of Nike and Timberlands..."

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Irony that I was listening to "Ghetto Children" and "Ride with me" this morning.
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400 Degreez is a masterpiece.

Cash Money ran the hoods in the "urea" immedately after No Limit for a minute.
 
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