Best lyrics to a Hip-Hop Rap Record
 

I'll take seven M.C.'s put 'em in a line.
Then add seven more bruthas who THINK they can ryhme.
Now it'll take seven more before I go for mine.
Now that's 21 M.C's ate up AT the same time. :oh:

Eric B & Rakim

No. Best lyrics:

What dey gon do? SHIT!
What dey gon do? SHIT!
What dey gon do? SHIT!

Lil'Jon
:oh:

GgggggggggGggggg GUNIT! :crazyr: :o

I'm like a pizza
white and cheesy
I can feed a family of four
what, you want more?

OH IT'S RBEEZY! lc

Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro
Had a little problem with his cash flow
More than once his friend'd tell me he had a dream to clock mad dough
Only at the time it seem that absurd
Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his forehead
Shine so bright he had to close both eyes
Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise
Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in
Not to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys, the label of the month
Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal'
Got a dope style, sound just like so and so
What's her name, runnin from ya, even more ill
Make ya wanna holler like Marvin, did I mention I'm starvin and quite thirst
Meanin what, meanin that I'm a do whatever it take to make sure they play my shit first
On the Billboard and last on the countdown, like contact on that show
So what's up black, yo, how that sound?
If you down then c'mon let's go
Down to the studio right now, bring me that crate with the old hits
Make that beat with the right style, so that ??? wanna go get
In that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day
I get in cool with him even though he fake-assin toupee

J-Live - Them That's Not

Some see with the eyes, and
Some see with the hands, I'm
Hoping you see with your ears
If you understand,
From the chosen track down to the vocals on it
It's just live thoughts recorded
So that you can own it

J-Live - Audiovisual

It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4

Wu Tang (inspectah deck verse) - Its Yourz

There are some dope entire songs from a lot of guys that I'm not gonna post the whole lyrics to...but shit, I could go on for days.

"He blew the smoke from the tip of his gun... Bob Saget bitch, you better axed someone..." :o

Some say the x, make the sex
Spec-tacular, make me lick you from yo neck
To yo back, then ya, shiverin, tongue deliverin
Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
If its alright with you, we fuckin (that's alright)
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin in the park
Pissy off Bacardi Dark
Remember when I used to play between yo legs
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
Straight to yo mother's bed
At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot
Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the
way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle
Now I know you used to sweets at the Parker Meridian
Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends

If you don't know who that is, you betta ask somebody :oh:

Listen close, as life turns it's pages,
Makaveli here kickin' rhymes for the ages.
Seen things in stages,
Wise words spoken by sages,
From SkyTel to Blackberry pagers.
Your crew don't phase us,
We'll make you bustas pay us,
Run up in your spot like C.J. from San Andreas.


I wrote this song a long time ago,
A real long time ago. Feel me!
I wrote this song a long time ago,
Was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94.