That line is SICK

Like that Stan~song? Damn, this man's~wrong
I'll have this p*ssy bleedin', much in needin' of tampons
I'ma be hailed~the~savior
While ya'll no longer wanna show your faces like Tim the Toolman Taylor's~neighbor


nah... lemme stop playin'... LoL

iss love though... keep doin' ya thing... and watch for me...

I'm not gonna actually put down anymore writtens because like Proof said in a freestyle:

"Cuz when you write lines, people like to bite rhymes"

SO VERY TRUE

so ya'll only get some **** off the top... actually... ya'll dun' get anything anymore... watch for the album... then you'll get plenty

LAST LINES OF MINE YOU'LL GET FROM ME:
Mind's in-despinsible, invincible, filled~wit~knowledge
Ah hit the floor 'n shine, musta waxed, sealed~'n~polished
I'ma drop singles like little children's~pockets
... fulla George Washingtons, sum of a million~dollas
I'm too much ta handle fa ya assholes in a battle
Cuz ya'll more ass on the battlelines than William~Wallace!!!

DAMN!!! LMAO ..... sorry if that's too deep for some of ya'll but take it, love it, hate it, leave it, **** it, eat it... dun' give a f*ck... iss all love...

PayCe ~1~

i know one. Nas in I Can...dont wana post it up. just look it up. he makes a point in this sad world. i like the lyrics.

HOT!

PHAROAHE MONCH... ONE OF MY FAVORITE MC'S AND SONGS EVER

"Agent Orange"
Pissed on the motherf**king White House lawn
I threw a rock, then I ran
Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grip of the man
Y'all wanna ask me who's sane
These biological gasses are eating my brain
Its a political grab bag to rape mother earth
Thirty seconds after they bagged dad for what he's worth
Thousands will die now so millions can smile later
This ain't the +Rockford Files+ nigga
They stockpile data for satellites
Where you discuss who's style is greater
In this killing pool you playing it cool like Kyle Jada
When ya'll ready to rock like Led Zep and Al Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identidy today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
This Henessy done left me with a remedy to spray
For my identity your life is the penalty to pay
motherf**ker



"Pissed on the motherf**king White House lawn, I threw a rock, then I ran (Iran)
Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grip of the man
Y'all wanna ask me who's sane (Hussein)
These biological gasses are eating my brain
Its a political grab bag to rape mother earth
Thirty seconds after they bagged dad for what he's worth (Baghdad for what he's worth!)
INCREDIBLE WORDPLAY IN THERE...

mother earth and bag dad for what he's worth... Pharoahe's SICK!

"see you don't wanna f*ck wit shady...cuz why? cuz shady...will f*cking kill u!" -eminem

lol i thot dat was funny

...i love u like a fat kid love cake...50 cent..

....eight figure nigga by da name of jigga...jay z

....ima sucka fo cornrows and manicured toes...philly capri pants ...umm idk da rest lol..nelly

..r to the e.z m to da wizi ma arms stay breezi da dark stay fizi..remy

wtf @ diezel and that eminem quote.. it ain't even a line..

and leanbak.. uh.. you quoted Remy Martin wrong..

"The Don Stay Flizzy".. or FLY.. not Fizi..

Y'all need to listen to more rap music for real.. haha..

I expected quotables.. not "decent lines".. or some ish that isn't even a line..

Quotables are like..

"The Bling Bling Era was cute, but it's about to be done
I'll leave you full'a'clips (full eclipse) like the moon blockin' the sun.. - Immortal Technique

WHAT THE fudge!?!?! THAT 50 CENT LINE IS ONE OF THE WORST EVER... THAT ****'S SO ASS....

THE REST OF YOUR LINES ARE GARBAGE TOO... OH GOD... HIP HOP "FANS" THESE DAYS...

volume one

im ballin~great im tourin states
and i stay strapped like jordan eights
a - team

visuallizing the realism of life and actuallity
f**k whos the baddest a persons status depends on salary
az

Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough break
And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt head
big-l

every word i utter for hip hop lovers
will reflect forever like two mirrors facin eachother
canibus

lift up that skirt and see just what type of guy you are
throw you off the f**kin roof and see just how fly you are
celph titled

niggaz packin more handguns than harry connick
my style is welfare half of you bitches is on it
chino-xl

how the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed
I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna c-bs
chino-xl

without the HIV I'm positive you dont wanna test
i leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest
chino-xl

can't stop me, I move in mach ten
i'm superfly from the booth like clark kent
copywrite

dudes want me chained to a cell
but like julia roberts in oceans 12 they just playin themselves
joe budden

im a grown man i ain't got to say no homo
cause in the real world most thugs is karamo
joe budden

when you see what i keep in my belt
youll turn into mike jones and start repeatin yourself
joe budden

sleeves actually look cooler
wrists look like ive been playin freezetag with the jewler
jr writer

your own blood'll soak ya clothes
not worried bout you comin back cause you can't smell no beef wit a broken nose
lloyd banks

the industry is an oppurtunity for major loot
but rap aint for everrybody like bathing suits
lloyd banks

dont plead and keep ya hands free
you know the drill, if you pass away, nigga's will go behind ya like the three man weave
loaded lux

beyond comprehension as i implement my mental
got niggas' heads dividing faster Than nerds at a calculus convention
ras kass

nigga forget it, i earned it
i'll kill you and come to ya funeral and strangle you to confirm~it
royce da 5'9

marcel plain and simple, no flossin
if the good die young i should've been an abortion
seth marcel

just noticed.. damn this is an old thread

love this one......

“I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind/ a creative way to rhyme without using knives and guns/ keep your nose out the sky/ keep your heart to God/ and keep your face to the risin’ sun.”
-kanye west

Shake it; don`t break it; it took ya momma 9 months ta make it

ahaha gotta love lil jon for that one.

...

Get on tha roof
Let's get smoked out
And blaze with me
2 in tha morning
And we still high a*sed out
Screamin' 'thug till I die'
Before I pa*sed out
But now that your gone
I'm in tha zone
Thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
But now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them ni**as to death
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
While tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that a*s
When you pa*sed....
Cause life goes on


Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope you see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel


You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die

---shoot this thread is old..i posted in here last year, damn

"i had to take off the blazer... loosen up the tie...
step inside the booth, super man is alive"

"then i gotta pull it like dutch shoot ya, pass the dutchy, ill blast you trust me.. niggas cant f**k with me. im in a good mood ya'll lucky. im in a good groove, and i aint tryna mess my thing up, but i will lay down a couple green bucks, get you clinked up, naw it aint fiction, coke, 4/5th'in, young niggas that blast for me.. got no religion.."


-jay z freestyle (dj clue mixtape- he's a pro)

sum cassidy freestyle lines r hot like, im harder than carmen electras nipples or i turn ya adams apple into apple sauce,that kid got a rhyme scheme, i like nas or em's lines,but yeah i'd have to say big l has the hotest or sum old jay-z
IM KNOWN FOR SNATCHIN PURSES, BOMBING CHURCHES/
I GET MORE P**sy BY ACCIDENT THEN MOST GET ON PURPOSE/

The way I rock
No way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one
f**kin' A f**kin' Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic
Bitches will treat me like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your block f**k a glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill
jay-z
big-l ft. lord finesse,michrophone nut,jay-z,party arty, y.u. - da graveyard
if u want some rael shit check that

Artist: NAS/Song: You Know My Style /Album: Streets Disciple
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience
Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious

Said by: Millennium Thug /Artist: Nas ft. Millennium Thug & Nashawn/ Song: Last Words/ Album: Nastradamus
Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book
A twenty four hour song without no hook
Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug
Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug


Artist: Nas / Song: Nastradamus/ Album: Nastradamus
You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with tha
You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat

This line is the Origin of the Jay-z and Nas Beef. It was aimed at Bleek and somehow Jay got involved.

Artist: Nas / Song: One Mic / Album: Stillmatic
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you

Artist: Nas / Song: Nazareth Savage /Album: Streets Disciple
I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?


Artist: 50cent/ Song: Till I collapse Freestyle/ Album: Unknown
I'm like an animal wit it when I spit it's crazy, got semi-autos to put holes and niggas try to play me,
One shot is not enough you need at least a uzi to move me, after four bottles of don
the kid start to feeling woozy, I write my life you write what you see in gangsta movies, I'm
gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me


Artist: 50 cent/ Song: Rowdy Rowdy/ Album: In Too Deep Soundtrack
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won't blow d*ck
It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like f*ckin supermodel b*tches and not bustin off twice


Artist: Eminem/ Song: The Real Slim Shady/ Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so f*ck him and f*ck you too!


Artist: 50cent/ Song: Life's on the Line/ Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas

Artist:2pac/ Song: 2 of Amerikaz most Wanted/Album: All Eyz on Me
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer



Artist:Ludacris/ Song: Virgo/Album: Red Light District
Now I was so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin
A little cute thing said, “What’s your name?”
I put my necklace in her face and told her “Read the chain”
Ooh, ooh so stuck up
Told me “Shut the f*ck up”

i dont listen to hip hop regularly but.... i LOVE 1, 2 step

Ladies and gentlemen,
Ladies and gentlemen,
This is a Jazze Phizal (Jazze Phizal) productshizzle,
Missy (Missy),
The princess is here,
(She's here) Ciara, This beat is

[Verse 1]
Automatic supersonic hypnotic funky fresh,
Work my body so melodic,
This beat flows right through my chest,
Everybody ma and pappi came to party,
Grab somebody,Work your body, work your body,
Let me see you 1,2 step

lol i dunno it's just really catchy

Cassidy - I'ma Hustla[b] - my one liners make rhymes need tylenol -

[b]Wack N*ggas
N*gga Im nasty my style is sound porn, tha graphic exposing wack asses ..



tha Cassius Clay of rap today
rock a beard like Cast Away,
you couldn't be dope for even half a day,
we keep it hot like it's after May,
smoke a N*gga then I pass to K
[[ leading into Kanye ]]
tha pastor say,
we goin to mass today
we have to pray,
these n*ggas is wack and ey,
i have to say since Pac passed away,
most these n*ggas dont even deserve a track from me

Jay - Z and Kanye West - Never Let Me Down

[i]First i snatched tha streets .. then i snatched tha charts//
first i have their ear .. now i have their heart //
rappers came and went .. ive been here from tha start//
ive seen them put it together .. and then take it apart .. //[i]

Kanye -

[i]that's why i hear new music and i juss dont feelin it//
racism still alive .. they juss be concealin it .. //

Talib Kweli

Beautiful Struggle

i speak at schools a lot cause they say i'm intelligent//
no its cause i'm dope if i was wack i'd be irrevelent //[i]

[i]you have to pray on top of that act today//
cause opportunity shrival away like Tom Hanks in Cast Away//


Ghetto Show

If lyrics sold, then truth be told//
i'd probably be, just as rich and famous as Jay-Z//

Jin

winner's circle

dedicated to tall students, strugglin in class//
bust yo ass to get a c, and they still wont let you pass // ..


ehh .. i'm getting lazy .. i've been waiting for something like this .. i'll def add more later ..

no, its cause im dope if i was wack id be irrelevant *.. not nervous... lol

most of those lines were okay... conscious but nothing amazing

since when is it cool to get shot 9 times and not shoot back- jadakiss
i think thats how it goes lol...
not my fav. but it caught my attention when i 1st heard it...lemme listen to some tupac n i'll get back 2 ya...

it's ..

this is a true fact//
since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back

well, you said it didn't have to be hip hop, so here goes.

do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by? do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios? shut the window, love. keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the sound of the rain, as it knocks on the windowsill. I'm not answering the phone -- let it ring. lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down. this song has been brought to you by a falling bomb. -this song brought to you by a falling bomb

well. that's the whole song for that.

and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep
Now we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
it's like the last.
waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?

please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.

just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?
-for the workforce, drowning.

thursday is the greatest.

"Fat Joe battled 50 and won 12 rounds
When he was done he had lost 12 pounds"

My good friend, Nate Tate.

War's come and
go but soldiers are
eternal
- Tupac

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherf**kers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf**ker

Snoop and 2pac Amerikaz most wanted.

That song had a great flow.

I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach ~ Nas

DAMN !!! .. after readin all that i wanna download it !! lol !

"u aint perfect nigga, so how da f**k u gon judge me??" ~ Jeezy

"...dont follow no nigga.....thass hoe shit man....." ~ Jay Z

"You don't even know me and you mad how it feel to be a hater?" ~ Jay Z

"I don't kiss lips that open up sideways" ~Lloyd Banks * sorry to be dirty lol

"You mad like f**k that nigga//But your bitch like damn I wanna f**k that nigga" ~Cassidy

"Paint me purple, call me Barney!!!! Light Up!!!!"~Jadakiss

"I've been runnin New York so long I'm exhausted."~Jay Z

"I'm like a nigga who borrow clothes/Bitch I'm tryin to get in dem draws"~Lloyd Banks

"Me and 50 is like/Micheal and Pippen/Ryu and Ken/whoever you sendin/I'ma rip'em"~Lloyd Banks


i could only think of ones that are ridiculously funny

ok this line had me laughin for a long time.... classic...

Louis Logic - Coochie Coup
Cause as much as I love P**sy, you can't feed it to me know why?//
I don't eat anything that bleeds for a week and don't die//


ahhahahah

Pitbull ft. Lil Jon - Toma


R. Kelly ft. Jayz,Boo, & Gotti

"Love Changes, A Thug Changes, and Best Friends become Strangers."
-Nas "The Message"

"Because there are hearts with Envy
Hearts with wrath
Hearts with fury
Situations of millions of hearts
with fear
hearts that are sincere
hearts that are soldiers
hearts that are traitors"
-Daddy Yankee "Corazones" Translated by Me DUH

"Wait till you see my d*ck"
-Ying Yang Twins lmao

"It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell"
-Nas "It Ain't Hard To Tell"

"It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big"
-Nas "Ether"

1, 2, 3, 4, why the f**k can't emcees emcee no more?
Hardcore 'til somebody puts me under the ground
With a d**k in your ear, still couldn't f**k with my sound ~XZIBIT

Jurassic 5's "Quality Control"

Akil: "You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs"

Chali 2na: "You baby MC's drink Pedialyte
My underground doesn't like you, the media might
But we the defeat will change that
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back"

Soup: "I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills
For the starving MC, hungry trying to get a meal"

Bringing this back doing it big for favorite emcee... MOS DEF!

I find it's distressin, there's never no inbetween
We either niggas or kings
We either bitches or queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Mos Def, "Thieves In The Night"
*his entire verse is unbelievable... my favorite*

Searchin for the truth leaping through the holy tablets
The Bible, the Koran, the Ten Crack Commandments
Speak on it God, what's today's mathematics
The five day forecast, the Dow Jones Average
The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers
Life is a test and we all got the answer
Mos Def, "Grown Man Business"

Many have wasted me but now they are facing me,
Treated me unfaithfully and now endure me painfully
Plaintively, I wait to see what history will shape to be
Who's hearts will never die inside the sake of me
Mos Def, "Hurricane"

Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together for real and even think his own thoughts//
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doin' -- the copycat is what they been taught//
I'ma get in the brain of the lame I contain pain and I'ma give it to the rap game//
The way you're doin' in the way you're pursuin' it you're gonna ruin the feelin' it's a Goddamn shame//
Are you ready for the real? Here we go now..//
Most on the radio can't flow now..//
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down..//
Sound like another Pac or an O-town..//
You can't have a contest or a showdown//
When two cats got the same kinda flow sound..//]

- Tech N9ne, Industry is Punks.

This next one I've gotta post the whole song because it's so damn good...



[Eminem]
To all my fans, keepin y'all in health//
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go f**k himself//
Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition'//
Which I create, cause that's my mission//
So listen close, to what we say//
Because this type of f@g claims to never be gay, I..//


.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you//
I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you//
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew//
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you//
Peckerwood mad cause his record went 'wood'//
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods//
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood/
and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"//
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes//
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both//
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year//
then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere//
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year//
No one's tryin to hear some f**kin old fart in a chair//
sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear//
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea//
Figure you can diss me to jump start your career//
I punch you in your f**kin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear//
And f**k your underground buddy's nameless crew//
Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous, too?//

[Chorus 2X: Eminem *singing*]

You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along//
and the days of House of Pain are gone//
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again//
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)//

[Eminem]

Yo.. heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke//
to the rap you wrote, your f**kin answer back's a joke//
And I'ma tell these motherf**kin fans the truth//
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you//
You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you//
like I ain't notice you? B*TCH, I had a show to do!//
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you//
You better shut your f**kin mouth while you 0-for-2//
Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you//
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you//
Took your motherf**kin DJ and stole him, too//
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional//
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings//
Confused as f**k cause now your music sucks d*ck//
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap//
quicker but never last, and Everlast is a..//

[Chorus]

Aight listen (look)//
So this is what we ask of our fans//
If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS//
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw sh*t at him//
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, b*tch-slap him//
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp//
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid//
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, f*ck it//
He's a b*tch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin!//
Sh*t in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's"//
And he'll be bussin tables in that b*tch, cleanin the toilets//
Hey yo.. f*ck this, cut this shit off//

{*music stops*}

Hey yo Head, that's why I f**ked your mother you fat motherf**ker!

{*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*}

Kill Whitey! - Hahaha//
Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What?//
Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo//
Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look//

First off, f**k your songs and the sh*t you say//
Diss my wife, but at least I got a b*tch, you gay//
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White//
So f**k you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight//
Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip//
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass d**khead//
I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath//
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest//
Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya//
with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released//
Evidence, don't f**k around with real MC's//
who ain't ready for no underground beef, so f**k geeks//
I let you f*ggots know it's on for life//
but Everlast might die tonight, haha//
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed//
F**k with me and take a heart pill, you know!//

[Chorus: Eminem]
Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady//
Call the doctor to heal your heart//
They shocked you back to life at the clinic//
but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute//
Honkey, I hit 'em up!//

Hahaha, yo check this out..
You f*ggots ain't even on my level..
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass f*ggots!

[Kon Artis]
Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo//
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped//
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack//
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back//
Little f*ggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are//
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya//
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops//
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch//

[Kuniva]
Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik//
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik//
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round//
with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherf**kin Belle Isle Bridge//

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Got in his ass and now this f*ggot wanna mention me still//
this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed//
with his chest open//
Tryin to throw a f**kin punch, but you just chokin//
Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime//
cause you SUCK motherf**ker you should learn to rhyme//
Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me//
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me//
I'm a paleface killer whale//
on his way to f**kin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha//
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?//
That sh*t was obvious you probably was gay, ha//
Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop//
Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your sh*t drop//
while my sales makin records break//
Two and a half million scanned by the second week//
Motherf**ker I hit 'em up!//

[Proof]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half//
F**k the music, we got an uzi for all you f*gs//
Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated? you violated..//
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you//
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up//
All you underground b*tches get your throats cut//

[Swifty]
What the f**k?! Is you stupid?//
I choke Whitey Ford with his f**kin guitar cord//
and stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box//
with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart//
D-12, Amityville, f**k your mother while you watch//
Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door//
Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherf**kin Tupac Shakur//

[Eminem]
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures//
Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases//
White devil, washed up honkey//
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country//

- Eminem and D-12, Quitter.

The last one was an Eminem diss to Everlast and Dilated Peoples, I don't know the whole story except that Everlast said Hailey in one of his songs and has it out for Eminem.

That is definitely one of the best diss songs I've ever seen.

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said i might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin' like,
Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air ..
[fade]

The tune is catchy.

"The quotable rap flow is uncontrollable," - Verbal.

Yeah Pretty much all of that and

Kanye West ft. Common and Talib Kweli - Get Em High


I like everything common says in that verse.

Poetical pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic
Rakim, "I Get Visual"

I'll take seven emcees, put 'em in a line
Add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
It'll take seven more before I go for mine
And that's 21 emcees ate up at the same time
Rakim, "My Melody"

You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
Royce da 5'9", "Boom"

I snatch the kick, kick the snares, sodomize the bassline
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
Pharoahe Monch, "Rape"

Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well-hidden
But when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth
Pharoahe Monch, "The Truth"

Canibus brings the sickest drama,
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck d**k through a condom
Playing with the mic is something I wont do
my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,
putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
against the mutha f**kin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle,
I go On & On like Erika Badu
a hundred times nicer than the best there is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this
f**k yall you dont impress me and no one can test me
An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush your mutha f**kin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress
But if you want to battle, I'm down,
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you aint spitten
more than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness
kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
all of ya'll mutha fuckas need NordicTrack
to get ya weight up, f**kin with Canibus you get ate up
get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin longer than niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin lifted
stickin d**k to Eve before she was Adams mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus is spitten till' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted
took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
going once, going twice
Sold to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya

--Canibus 'Beasts from the East'

Lol untouchable verse.

If I dont warn my opponent he's subject to run/ all I said was mic check he said f*ck it you won.

"This is 106 & Park, I'm a hard egg to follow,
You a Amature, you go to the apollo."

"You wanna say im Chinese Son?
Well, heres a reminder. Check your tips, they probably say Made in China"

-Jin
One of the best freestylists I know.

just a quickie ..



so -- breathe, i'd rather REACH for your NECK //
and i'd never HEAT you for RESPECT unless you GREET me w/ LESS //

Royce Da 5'9 - Renegade remix ..

Gucci Mane ft. Young Jeezy - So Icey


Eminem ft. Dr. Dre - Guilty Conscience



Common - Chi City

Soon they're gonna Wack Emcee Reservation
Cause I'm endangerin' muthafcukas
They're needin' preservation

Talib Kweli- Some Kind of Wonderful