"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