The Illest Rap Thread Ever

[RudolfTheRed]

The verse 2's
about this girl named Yvette
she lived out in Queens
pushed the red Corvette
she's pumpin weight
in and outta state
outta state license plate >
see her lifestyle is straight weight
she's into lickin shots
stickin blocks gotta shorty on the team
shortie's into pickin locks
makin G's takin trips cross seas
just enough to be flashin
cash they be stashin
she's wit the cats
they love packin gats
bulletproof vest bulletproof baseball hats
her and the queens stay right gettin high too
Lex, Coups and Jeeps
got beeps can & lai brew
it's all the same shame
just a diffrent name
shorty's sniffin cane
just to maintain
to a nice shorty rock O-D'd
bring me the chorus
pass me the weed

lifestyles of the rich and shameless by lost boyz

 

[RudolfTheRed]

[Verse One: 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 ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

[Chorus: Method Man]

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

cream by wu tang clan

 

[RudolfTheRed]

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
method man bring the pain

 

[barletta]

Hope and pray that I will, but today I am still just a -M-E-T-H-O-D Maan.

LOL, got me listenin to 93/94/95 on shuffle...

Never teach the Wu-Tang.

 

[DJ_highst_]

"Everybody talkin bout coppin birds, Have you ever copped 3 pounds of white widow from a nerd" -mac dre T.I.P. cuddie!

Furl is in the building. Mac Dre was Bay Area Hip Hop. RIP Furl Ghost.

Much love to all the Real Hip Hop heads.

To all the haters, we are glad you hate our music, because it wasnt made for you. We stay SUCKA FREE in the Bay, so kick rocks right out of this thread if you dont like it.

 

[DJ_highst_]

Any IC maggers from the Bay going to the Rock the Bells show? Hit me up if you going. Peace_highst

 

[GET MO]

I need no, Bitch who aint rich
thats just like a criminal fuckin witta snitch
Im bustin witta clip thats longer than most
never ridin in the collum fool, Im in the flo
Im on the go, 24, my lifes a movie
and the title is bust a bitch ta sell her booty
Im cutthroat, I fuck wit sour dudes
who slang much dope, and bust power moves

-Mac Dre- My lifes a movie.

 

[raythat]

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm gunna eat about 20 dollas away from being on the street shiiiiiit you might see a nigga on tv but hell its almost like I'm rappin for free......that little money b gone GODDAMM IT I'M GROWN gotta help keep the heat and lights on it would b nice to have mo but i kind of like being po at least I know what my friends r here fo I want to lie to you sometimes but I CAINT I want to tell you that its all good but it AINT its niggas hurtin and uncertain about if they gonna make it or not thats why we got niggas killin feelin like they com up from a little dope they sold , you get some gold but we still wont make it as a whole cuz without u there b no me and without unity there will never b any happiness you can smoke a pound of sess but it still wont relieve your stress ............ GOD BLESS MY THOUGHT PROCESS C-LO THOUGHT PROCESS GOODY MOB

 

[RudolfTheRed]

valley of death by cunninlynguists... best hip hop group out there... these are some REAL fukin dudes...

Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte
No teinere mal alguno, porque tu estasas conmigo
Tu vara y tu cayado me infunden alineto

(verse 1 - Natti)
Man I scene obscene times before this hip-hop game, came
Like the cops that check me, left me in mate
To a system where gingerbread men are to overbake
Put to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a day
Choppin down trees for the next prison that’s made
And separate us from slaves with thirty dollars and pay
The jailer got a tailor and an F-250
Standing on dirty acres feeling God damn filthy
Natti stands for his, suckas crawl for others
Understand the biz or suffocate under covers
Cuz somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginnings
My sweat been the sugar in some cracka’s lemonade
Got my brother in Baghdad, hands clenching grenades
While we hustle like house niggas, trying to buy chains
Back asswards, for trying to buy change
I’ma walk through the valley and rally through my pains nigga

(verse 2 - Deacon The Villain)
Ima wear your confederate flag and be a rebel
Burn this witch down, Gretel with heavy metal
Cancelled, for pissin on our hopes and esteem
Since I’s a youth scene it scenic like they broke in my dreams
Weave it together; I need all the yarn you can swing
From filthy farms we’ve learned ‘bout types of alarms we can ring
Are you gon listen? It seems the only sense you got is vision?
And since we’ve shed our sense now the census steady slippin
And since we stopped our youth from praying senselessness is livid
And the rich don’t really give a fuck cause they don’t gotta live it
I see hard living everyday, you never pay to visit
To ya’ll the hoods a museum, in truth we just exhibits
In truth we just some digits, a means to and end
By any means from our KY we gon win
Since ya’ll don’t wanna listen, I ought to use fists in place of my pen
So then maybe all this shit’ll sink in

(outro - gospel)
Dwelled in the valley of death
Fell in the pits it holds
Been to the mountain top
Where streets are paved in gold
And I know
Only God can put out our flame
Until then we gon face our pain
And I know
Only God can put our out flame
Until then we gon stake our claim
On these dirty acres

 

[Irishslappop]

man it seems to like everyday is the same, i wake up and i hear people callin my name, but i dont want it to be that way, just leave me alone and let me roll my way. I might listen to you, if you have something to say, but i only play one game and that's mine.

in time in time, all due things in time in time, all due things in time in time, all due things in time in time all due things.

Where you came from dont matter, some spit it straight some let their words scatter, but the point is not who they think you are but who you know you are deep inside, when you realize this fact you have nothing to hide.

 

[weedpureweed]

lyrics of google so maybe some mistakes.

Channel Live - Mad Izm (Feat. KRS-One)
Intro: KRS One
Uhh! Yeahhh
I know you're diggin this type of shit right here
We about to spark it on the mic yeahhh
Come on!
Verse One (KRS One ,Hakim, Tuffy)

[KRS]
The episode starts when I walk down the block it
Reach in my poc ket yo where's my knot it
follows me into the spot compelling
Go check the dread and yes he's herb selling
up and out da gate I'm a potential felon
Izm is smelling, like I ain't even telling
Channel one two, I'm smashing the law
Channel three, I make a run to the store
Channel four leave the store with the Phillie cuz I...
spark the izm, I'm off to Channel Live

[Hakim]
Wake up in the morning got the yearning for herb
which loosens up the nouns, metaphors, and verbs
And adjectives, ain't a magic kid but I'm kicking
Multi-flavored bags of sess, for the picking
So listen to the izm as it talks nonstop
Hawaiian when I'm rhymin but so is the chocolate thai
Now the high, starts to settle
Kickin fat lyrics that rocks, like heavy metal

[KRS]
I'm come in a da dance wif de spliff of sensi
When I speak, big up Mac, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-C-M'n
I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin
My style is untangible, like a wild animal
Check the label as it goes around it's on Capitol
That's what I'm smacking you with cuz it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my clothes like Bill Bixby
ripping the microphone 'til I'm motherfucking sixty
Smoking an indo, by the window, it's sticky

[Tuffy]
Spark the izm, my expertism, is lyricism
My flow will take you over, like I was hypnotism
So where's the lighter, to decipher, the skills that I'm bringing
hyper than a little kid on ginseng roots
and culture, my intellect will insult ya
Finish off your dead mind like a vulture
I gotta get mine, get a grip
Cuz there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, FUCK THAT!
But ninety-four I bring the skills back
So listen now I'm doing what I want to do and sparking mad izm

Chorus:

[Tuffy]
I come with notions, deeper than the ocean
Check out my potion, mad rhythm in the motion
The izm, brings the wisdom, when I kick it on the rhythm
Check it how I rock it in a cypher
Desire, takes you higher, lyrical messiah
(yo yo yo yo yo pass the lighter)
Counter-clock-wise I rise like the sun
Now feel the heat from the rays of the gun
Shooting out the mental mist
How you gonna know the real shit when your style's counterfeit??

[KRS]
His shit is counterfeit cuz he's motherfucking phony
Come into the jam try to front like he know me
Hah! Listen to this new type of somethin
Bumpin, ninety-four ain't for no frontin
New type of lingo, catchy like a jingle
Rougneck hip-hop is drippin from the single
Now, let me introduce you to the one
The Channel Live indo this loosens you up
Going to the channels of the remote control
Flicking through the frequencies of your soul
[Hakim]
Then roll the izm, the inflater, I'm weeded
Like wearing a sweater, at the equator, I'm heated
But I flip a style like I flip a channel
Step up and test the skills, you can get my tes-ti-cules
Cuz hip-hop's been running through my veins ever since
So it wasn't hard for me to grab the mic and represent
Representing tormenting MC's craniums
Till they can't flow why cuz I'm draining em
Don't mean to be blunt but don't front
I'm doing it for the love so now I'm doing what I want
To do with my Channel Live crew so just listen
theres some wack MC's sparking up mad izm
Chorus

 

[rooted]

"my niggas never snitch, why tell?"

"suspect niggas don't come outside, you might get ya shit pushed back tonight"

nas is hip hop at it's finest

mac dre and lil wayne are a joke IMO

 

[UBER21]

Fuck that underground to tha fullest.....screw all that bs commercial crap....lil wayne.....souja boy.....hahaha.....

Cage (aka alex") agent orange

Tame one -Leak brothers

NAtural Elements- bust mine

pharell MOnch

weather man- copyright and Ill da sensai

Scienz of Life

Mf doom and grimm

killa army

Sunz of man

Grave diggaz....thats enough for now.....lol



Cage agent orange lyrics..........
There was me, Alex.. and three of my mens
All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar
The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford it's liquor license
so it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence
which plagued our minds for the evening
And so kiddies... death for all, right right?! RIGHT RIGHT!!

[Verse One: Cage]
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed
Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
Wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin dead
I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me
Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickie
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your shit missed
Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist
Inconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
with no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. back
I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit

[Chorus: cut and scratched by the DJ]
People said his brain was infected by devils [x3]
Infected by, infected by, infected by devils
People said his brain was infected by devils [x3]

[Verse Two: Cage]
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffin
til stolen ("that bitch") from the garbage I was tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, makin E.T. eyes chink
See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya moms backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous
I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rush
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..
with, Death in my pocket for the curious
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this,
Orange Agent, shit on the vagrant
Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant
Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life
Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knives
For all you ****s that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya
Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya
Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
Spendin G's on quacks to try an fix my Clock
I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution
Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution
Psychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solution
Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution
And I can almost see clear
I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear
Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part
Call murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-red
Boots get planted in chest there for the misled
Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork
Undress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt

[Chorus]

[Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange"]

Still feeling alive as the young devotchka collapsed
Me being still ready for more in-out in-out
Necro still forcing syringes and dope tracks on the locals
We came to a place called home
and did a little of the old, break and enter
I could feel the Drencrom, leading me on to a horrow show
trying to walk; me being up twice

 

[Kinderfeld]

I dunno its funny you guys say who is better and more different than mainstream but almost all these songs sound the same. There is one word in every single one

 

[jaw]

"i wake up smokin diesel, go to sleep smoking diesel, change my name to sour and last name diesel" NORE

"i be there in a hour, fresher then a shower, shure feels nice hope the mic got power, its something you can plant and it sure aint flowers, grease tellem what we doing" STYLES P

we smokin sour, we smokin sour, we smoking sour diesel like everyday

nore feat style p - sour diesel

 

[soxx16]

ill al skratch.

 

[SemperAltus]

"my niggas never snitch, why tell?"

"suspect niggas don't come outside, you might get ya shit pushed back tonight"

nas is hip hop at it's finest

mac dre and lil wayne are a joke IMO

ah what.. thizz is what it is... haha but you should listen to some of mac dres old stuff... check youtube for California Living and ALl damn day... old school mac def. not thizz

 

[weedpureweed]

I dunno its funny you guys say who is better and more different than mainstream but almost all these songs sound the same. There is one word in every single one

You can tell what the songs sound like by looking at the lyrics? Thats a pretty neat trick is so!

 

[RudolfTheRed]

hieroglyphics - at the helm

My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement
Crackin it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on
resurrection, per-fection
Lesson #1: rekindle the essence
Rap ain't about bustin caps and fucking bitches
It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity
All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes
with scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope
A thin line between insanity and sanity
mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality
with Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it: rich
like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan
And, I will expand hip-hop as well
Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you
weaklings, speaking things foreign to the human ear
that you will fear now, whether you like it or not
Blood clots on you little life on the situation
and on the stipulations... the shit you wastin
time on you pawns, it was planned like that
But we can fight back, like David Horowitz
and say we want no more of this
and put it in a cyrogenic status
Replace it with the lastest in technology
Hip-Hop policies that demolish ya folliew
Olly olly oxen free, get off of me
You can't see this, your defeatist attitude'll

 

[smoketilluchoke]

''i got sum shit to confess, like i aint smoke weed no more, but i aint smokin no less''

dilated peoples- back again

dilated peoples is proper stoner music man!!!!!!!!