Best Rap line

fuck my morals im drinking away my sorrows
im livin life and im happy i aint thinkin about tommorw
calssified

wow, lil wayne is terrible. there are so many horrible lines by him in here.

any bone thugz, they fuckin spit it

"shoot yo daughter in the calf muscle, fuck a tussle nigga played it sprinkle coke on the floor make it drug related"

biggie

"i bare arms like short sleeves"

jay-z

I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me

cause of death - immortal

But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke

cause of death - immortal

i get up every morning and make my bed, im down to earth and i dont have a big head, for enjoyment i love to shoot some hoops but not before i eat all my fruit loops shinin' my car gives me lots of joy...i guess im just an average homeboy

"Til the leadbelly lost control
In the hold of the paper that fold
At one time was related to gold
Made many men lose their soul
To the price of the dice that roll
How can a light so bright make a man so cold?"

Breez Evahflowin' &, Immortal Technique - land of the gun

the whole song is amazing but thts my favorite part

shut up bitch swallow

i sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
messin round with this you catch the size of em.
I never half step cause i'm not a half stepper,
drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper...

buggin out
tribe called quest.

thats good stuff

oops didnt mean to hit post there

i'm going with Vinnie Paz off Blood In Blood Out with these two in a row:

I cant over-stand your sweetness
You should try hire a therapist to beat this
I'm being facetious, you should heed this
I'm the one who hammered the first nail in jesus

I'm the definition of toxic
Anyone who ever got close to me got sick

"I'm like a mage with my magic spell
You'll come like a dog when I ring your bell."
Weezer- I Am The Greatest Man That Ever Lived

it's like throwing an album in space, it ain't gon' ever drop

Fight when you need to, Bite when you have to, Run, no never, Stand ground till you smash through
-Swollen Members

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin, pussy-eatin prankstas
Cuz when your five guys down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
-Ghetto boys

I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
- ghost face ( gza liqiud swords / 4th chamber)


Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain around the street light
I stop and look, and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around
Alone, I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole
So I turn, slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can
Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud
A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
Filling up the cracks in this desolate place
Cradled by the night in an icy embrace

Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain
A dim reflection in a dark window pane
Blackness beckons from every side
Creeping all around like an incoming tide
A broken window in an empty house
I slip inside and begin to douse
The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
And push back the night, taking me higher
On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar
The match in my hand is the key to the door
A simple turn of the wrist will suffice
To open a passage to paradise
I pause, I think about the past and the gloom
The smell of gasoline permeates the room
Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps

(Like the 4th of July)

The match makes a graceful arc to the floor
And time stands still as I turn for the door
Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street
I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet
Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire
The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
Calling all the names of the sleepers all around
But then in the arms of the night, they lay
Their dreams sprout wings and fly away
Out of the houses in a gathering flock
Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block
I make my escape with the greatest of ease
And savor the darkness, drop to my knees
And the lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match

(Like the 4th of July)
-mc 900 ft jesus city sleeps



I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat

-not even bothering to cite this one caus eif you dont know it your an idoit




and last and prob least as well(just for shits and giggles)

Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
-rob van winkle



Stop whatcha doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
the image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny
but yo I'm makin' money see
so yo world I hope you're ready for me.
-shock g

dont yall hate a low dough nigga
a o dough nigga
his whips say six but really a fo nigga
always in my face wif his promo nigga
no nigga i dont know jigga

weezy makes a winner????

yeahhhhhhhhhh

"Every night on the strip I slip and slide, I'm that guy call me Mr. Right!"
Mr. Right - Mickey Avalon

I'm not sayin I'm number one,  I'm sorry, I lied
I'm number one, two, three, four and five- "Step Into A World (Rapture's Delight)  
                                                                    KRS-ONE

"Peruvian Cocaine"- Immortal Technique
[Beat starts]

*Two Men Speak in Spanish*

[Immortal Technique - Worker]
I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine, paced and play my position

[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss]
Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product
Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
So to feed your kids, I need these bricks
40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*)
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

[Diabolic - Peruvian Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In a third-world fashion state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see

[Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor]
Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe
Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen
C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know
But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough

[Poison Pen - Drug Dealer]
I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect)
Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior
Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)
My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot?
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello
We won't stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), chop it and bag it

[Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer]
Taking pictures and tapping phones
Debating snitches and cracking codes
Past a couple, blast the fo',
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow
And my overtime is where your taxes go
I gain your trust
Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front
On the low with cameras taping ya
Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to
Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room

[C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*)
Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you
You think you got work? They copping too
We control blocks, they lock countries
Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money
Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding
With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open
Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)
Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons
So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez
In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke
Players do favors for governers and tax makers
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors
The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier

word but im gunno say
"i smoke my weed, i love my weed. i sleep with my weed its sickening"
by classified
or
Sean P aka Ruck)
Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl
Image is nothin you frontin see the thirst in ya'll
Think its f**ked up now it get worst for ya'll
Assassinate your best friend now I hurt you par
Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all
The f**k out you wanna wet duke squirt your four
Since birth I been raw hot like surface core
Kidnap your baby's mom straight earth the whore
See I do rhyme and crime so I can purchase more
If you ain't in it for that what the purpose for
Act like you don't give a f**k though
Good so I buck fo' shots from the roof
and my man Rock catch you up close
Never give a f**k about niggas ya'll not Nutso
Hype off of carbonated water then some fructose
Straight buck foes when the nigga Ruck pull the snub nose
Wait Ruck chill, what the deal its all love though
Look into my eyes and you can see there's something changed
Runnin gunnin things knockin niggas out like Clubber Lang
With the gun I bring its straight for beatin you down
Heatin you down leavin you six feet deep in the ground

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)
It's some real motherf**kers goin rot tonight
All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight
Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight
Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

(Jus Allah)
Im the motherf**king ungrateful
My heart is hateful, my tounge ripped
Lickin on the blade that slayed you
You faggots act as bitch as Rupaul
Ya niggas share one milkshake wit two straws
Scrap wit no doors, four walls tighten
Seein the roof fall, feelin the floors heighten
Crushed and shit your bones and blood siphon
And put it to the jug we sip before fightin
Im raw lightning my power extends
In the planet and out through the opposite ends
Black man travel through the universe and back
While cavemen still though that the earth was flat
But we kept the sacred plans, now we carry
Throughout the ancient lands
Before the separating of the sands
Of course all the power I create in my hand
He bare my G strength in replicating in man

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)
It's some real motherf**kers goin rot tonight
All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight
Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight
Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)
Im tasteless, there's beauty in strange places
I find beauty in razors
I find beauty in blood drippin from ya faces
I find beauty in the Qua'ron and all of its Aramaic equations
I find beauty in twelve gauges
I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is
I find beauty stainless steel,
that can kill and reveal the front of your grill
Your brainless, ya'll don't wanna test Vinnie Paz patience
I crack jaws and swing swords of the ancients
Ya'll pretended to understand the matrix
Without attempting to overstand its basics
We dedicated to cats that's been thuggin
Vinnie Paz got more hoes then Jim Duggin
Ya'll been duckin for quite some time now
Vinnie bout to teach you how to write some rhymes now
We aim beams in between your eye brows
Jedi Mind Sean P combine now

Chorus

Scratching x's 2
I rap like no one out there can f**k wit me (Prodigy)

Blood Runs Cold, such a good song.

maybe because i kick so much but, i kick asss

Eazy - E

fuck tha police.

well it's the R,uh, double A, K
tripple S, letters in my name
for you an you ho
the unscrambling soultrain
i kill game like chris webber in sudden death
cause you callin for time outs, when you got no time left
(rass Kass - Wake up show freestyles Vol.2)

I hook off like prince naseem hamed
duck yo head
or go inside instead
steppin to me bizwah
fancy, dancy
get killed like you was jonbenét ramsey
some of ya'll just plain civilians, s-s-s-silian
never even seen a million
actin like ya'l sicilians
when ya'l niggas with small figures
chasin' gold diggas
and dont ever come up to me yappin'
or you'll die hard, like bruce and sam jackson
(Eric Sermon, Wake up show freestyles vol.5)

word to my mother, i will never be a sucker
i die hard 2, yippie kyeyay mother fucker
(shyheim, wake up show freestyles Vol.1)

"there's hell to pay, but the devil don't take cheques, i tried to send a message to god but his phone don't take texts"
-seven by army of the pharoahs

"and when death calls im good, cause i got call ID"
-things they say by methodman and redman

"ill bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where i come from"
-scenario or can i kick it (i dont remember) by a tribe called quest

"if you flip like t-mobile, ill make you my sidekick."
-i have no idea.

Nigga whas yo bank bout...Dogg i been, lost count
Fresh wait, hold up...Thats that bitch we fucked
Pop that cris, pop that mo'...Slap that bitch, punch that hoe

Big Tymers - Get your roll on

jk jk jk

but for real

It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him.
Woke up early Wensday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans.
She aint that average bitch who be doggin for dick
You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep callin.
AZ - Never Change

This is brand new uptown still in the box
This the yankees ten nothin, killin the sox
This aint huggin the block with a gat in your hand
This is Bocca Ratan on the cattamaran
With the sun beatin down where you at in the sand
I feel like Im more than a cat with a plan
Masta Ace - Beautiful


Psych, I got some more in it
I make a nigga bleed like rain on raw denim
I got it sewn I am so authentic
And you are not official like a ref at a scrimmage.
Wale - Daytona Squared

So 5-0 get the fuck off up my back.
u need to be arrestin the people that smoke that fuckin crack
cause crack addicts are the people that will rob ur fucking house
and pot heads are the people that dont wanna leave the couch.

z-dub-ak + smokestack.

"It's 2004 the world needs more lesbians, and more drunk drivers to hit drunk pedestrians"
LUDA

Like Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader
In any confrontation I pull out my light saber

walkmen-fortruss

Bitches and guns this is every mans dream
I don't wanna go home an ordinary human being

Uncommon valor, Jedi Mind

this is real gangasa one:


"And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How evrything still turns to gold."

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven

Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects
I represent the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

[Verse Two: Redman]

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!
Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide

[Verse Three: Method Man]

10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
Fucka, we dont need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existance, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D

[Verse Four: Redman]

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, Im a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?

[Chorus:]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train
HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick

[Verse Five: Method Man]

Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
we don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast
Hailin from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)
As I run around with a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

[Verse Six: Redman]

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
Fuck the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle
(Yo Red, yo Red!)
Punk ass pussy ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it)
Word up Tical, We Out
(IT'S OVER)

The waitress clears my plate, I clear the turntables
I start up the rhymes, don’t give me a label
Hip-hop is complex, no morals like a fable
Aesop and Aristotle got philosophies fatal

Spit sickness, spit heat, spit off the Richter
Shaking things up good, refer to me as Mister
Next Gen, let the ink flow out of the pen
Hip-hop was created by the minds of men
So now it’s my turn to take the rhyme
Spin it to a web from a single silk line
Intricacies to simple to complexity
It’s either, yeah props, or critiquing me

I don’t care you see, because I ride free
Spread my wings with the breeze let my path guide me through
Life, legends, myths of gain and rain
Seattle’s got plenty so I’m gon’ spit game
Suicide, death, mixed with destruction
Remains insane, kicks out my corruption
It’s hip-hop construction, the crane’s the bass
The rhythm’s my cue for me to pick up the pace

It’s still not a race, I’m a face in the crowd
But when I’m on stage, I’m rhyming out loud
Mouth’s drying up and I’m dying of thirst while my
Brain guides my hand, sifting through the verse
When I stop it hurts…but that’s kicking the curse
And that’s not even the worst…not even close to first

"it's cool to love to win but its better to hate to lose"

Nas...Ghetto Rich

the whole land of the free song by whiskey blanket
but:

use your imaginations, cmon america
here's some nails and plywood go build some fucking character

----------

how can it be that im livin in the land of the free
and yet i never fought for freedom it was handed to me
and is freedom exactly what i understand it to be
or is it rooted in the values of a family tree
im sippin canabis tea, and cinammon schnops
reject connformity cause i dont ever wanna live in a box
respect authority so i dont have to deal with the cops
dont wanna roll with the punches rather be calling the shots

----------

hell is not a place you go if your not a christian
its the failure of your lifes greatest ambitions

And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G
I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme

"I luv ya like a fat kid loves cake"

- 50 cent, "21 questions"

With My Beer-Tinted Glasses I'm Ready To Bitty Battle
I'm Hungry Like The Wolf But I'll End Up Tending Cattle
Cause You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

Aw! What Do You Know? You're Probably Going Home Alone
And It Wouldn't Be The First Time That I Gave A Dog A Bone
Plus Beauty, It's Only Skin Deep
It's In The Eye Of The Beholder And My Beholder's About To Tweak
I Could Tap That Barrel, In Fact I Know I Can
It's A Mnag A Trois You And Me And Heineken

At That Junction I Came To Realize
That Only Frank Purdue Likes Thighs That Size
- select line from Pretty when im drunk BHG

Stronger by kanye West

....heard youd do any thing for a klondike
well id do any thing for a blond dike
and she'll do anything for the limelight
and we'll do anything when the times right....

New one

I got 7 mac 11's about 8 38's 9 9's 10 mac 10's the shit neva ends you cant touch my riches even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches

biggie smalls the millions and the mansion the yaucht the good weed spot to post up blocks, thats how i got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head took the bread and the lamb spread.

little gautti got tha shotty to ya body so don't present or you might miss christmas

I tote guns, i make numba 1's, i give MC's the words drippin when i throw my clip in the AK i slay from far away, everybody hit the D-E-C-K

My slow flows remarkable peace to Mateo, now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff tha yayo, thats crazy bluntz

Im a massacre waitin' to happin f**k all this rappin boy
I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man
He gonna need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave
I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage
Picture on my page printed in the best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I done got the game on lock and i lock ya out
My jewelery singin' like the opra house, i bought that drop top phantom of the opra out
Yea, get silly now stupid man

lil wayne-get bizzy

Dedication 3

"I'm stickin ice picks on the tip of yo dick, give yo testicles a swift kick, aint that some shit"

"The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses"

Let me fix that....


I got 7 mac 11's about eight 38's nine 9's ten mac 10's tha shit neva ends you cant touch my riches even if you had MC hammer and them 357 bitches

biggie small the millionaire the mansion the yacht the 2 weed spots the 2 hot blocks, thats how i got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head took the bread and the lamb spread

little guaatti got the shotty to ya body so dont resist or you might miss christmas

i tote guns i make numba runs i give MC's the runs drippin, when i throw my clip in the AK i slay from far away, everybody hit the D-E-C-K

my slow flows remarkable peace to Mateo, now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff tha yayo, thats crazy blunts

My voice excels from avenues to jails sails o my god im droppin shit like a pidgeon i hope you listenin smackin as they crisenin

^last line smackin babies as they crisenin****

"We rollin' fat like dat Oprah bitch"

Young Jeezy - 'Jeezy the Snowman'

I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro
the girls show me love when they panties hit the floor

its 9 45 work starts at 10 so it looks like im callin in sick again, im gonna get some herb and treat it like a weekend

shwazye

song- high together

"inside fishsticks out side tarter sauce"

"Biggie Smalls is the illest'

Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz lose consciousness