lyrical lords

[unlikely]

But you like 'Look everybody I'm a silly microphone crumb'

Cause on the mic I've got more presence
than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear

Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
when every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe
writers
Catch a smack to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin name
Come on Columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the
same

It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together
and lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather
If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams
with a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it

[/quote]

[pre-thought process]

[Bronze Nazareth]
Smoking a bold bogey, hoping the rose hold me down
So I can stroke a pound of gold ropes around my crown
Boldy tote the only pound I ever held, my mic is like
Whistling hollow tips from out of clips, that slip from solid grips
Feathers on the down floats, street measures that surround folks
Could drive an insane man, sane
Like crashing planes in the buildings, I got explaining to do
These crooks tricked the art and ran, like the stolen Van Gogh
Holding the candle, to the best of them, street veteran vandal
Settle and handle, season beef like electrical seats
I'm a beast, ******, I call your bluff, like "You next, ******"
You'd rather end a fight with me, with your index finger
I'm complexed, ******, driving whips back to the plantation
You won't understand of my lines, it takes much patience
My words so real, you can watch what I'm saying
My thoughts staying scary like you came in and caught God praying
To who, in heaven's elevator, I vocally murder you
And past through like Ash Wednesday, unnoticed
Blend in, like cameras unfocused
The roaches scatter ashes, floaters
Slow as falling daggers, make your blood shatter
Multiple stab wound plaques, engineer trained from far over
Half moon tracks, and that's that

[pre-thought process]

[CappaDonna]
Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
I detect that parasite, satellite
RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
My slang sound write secretary type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
workin hard for the grand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
Wu article CappaFive, CD attack
but my talk stage live killa beehive
Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts

from Wu Tang Clan - Heaterz

[diss04]

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like Lilco
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay you(s) when it comes to who's more cleverer
Used to wore a leather goose "V" with the fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar
Ya heard? Holla -- broad or dude we need food
Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up

from the De La Soul song 'Rock Co.Kane Flow' off of 'The Grind Date'

[drokkr]

aesop rock "no regrets" from labor days


"Look, I've never had a dream in my life

Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued

I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done

So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"


heres the full track -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fltYTVEXxdc

[legend4ry]

what's My Life Like?
it's Suttin What A Sharp Knife's Like.
suttin' That Might Cut Up Your Hand If It Held Right.
and It Don't Make Sense To Hold Tighter Neither.
the Tighter You Try Grip Me I Will Only Cut You Deeper.
but Hold Me Down The Right Way And I Will Work For You.
i'll Do As You Command Me To, I'll Leave People Hurt For You.
wipe Me Down And Leave Me Free From Stains Like The Memories Of Yesterdays Pains That Still Remains.
i'll Stay Close To You,Know By A Few Are Unrevealed So That Your Enemies Won't Know That Me And You Have Got The Deal.
when It's Time To Come Out I Will Forever Stay Real,I live By The Sword,Defend By The Shield For Real
that's What My Life's Like.

so What's My Life Like?
it's Suttin What A Crack Pipe's Like.
suttin That Tastes Sweet But Don't Make You Act Right.
it Might Have You On The Streets On A Late Night Searching For The Paper To Fulfill This Addctive Nature.
it Makes You Feel Like The World Hates Ya,But You Want It To Alleviate Ya Just To Make Ya Feel Greater.
you're Paranoid Dealing With Your Friends And Your Foes.
through Lifes Experience Dealing With The Highs And The Lows.
the Doors Closed,The Music's Down Nobody's There,Except Me With A Madman Stare.
that's What My Life's Like
what My Life's Like
that's What My Life's Like

Skinnyman - What My Lifes Like.


Copied & pasted btw, I don't type that badly

[shane]

brother ali - champion

all of his rhymes kill it every single time.

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight,
choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
I shake the game up worse than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin three bills
These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have an A and R pimpin' me stickin his thing in me
I'll sing for free for some years if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I'll be diligently killin the soliloquies
Of these millipedes that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so intricately
That the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told the bitch to send my tapes back
And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin raps
I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

[ CHORUS ] (2X)
You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

[ VERSE 2 ]
I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I share the land with heads that holler my chorus back
I'll do anything for the cats that show support like that
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Eyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack
These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime
I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes
Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine
Cause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years
When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, Ali capture a room
And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb
MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them homophobe. are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
Like (* heavy breathing *) (There it is)
Yes, now let the magic resume
Biatch

[shane]

aesop rock "no regrets" from labor days


"Look, I've never had a dream in my life

Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued

I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done

So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"


heres the full track -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fltYTVEXxdc

fuck yes one of my favorite songs ever.

[umkhontowesizwe]

Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
About these broke bitches, I'm through with havin' em'
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
And start war for nothin' like G.W. Bush
We be lovin' the cush, but only in the backwood
About the backwood, it ain't all that good
I'm from the streets, where most need heat
But I'll slice a n.i.g.g.a up like some roast beef meat

Mac Dre - Not My Job

[bandshell]

-

[Coppola]

'Said, "doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission"
Said, "son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"'

"Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi"

Beastie Boys...

[pre-thought process]

'Said, "doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission"
Said, "son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"'

"Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi"

Beastie Boys...

I have never seen the attraction with The Beasties tbh.


Big Noyd:
I peep wild bucks comin' to jail switch they sex up
It's fucked up ****** get banked up others hang up
The thugs in population be reppin' steppin' for the phone piece
You ass you get splashed in the dome piece
Can't hold your own either
Pack up or get jacked up that's why I strap up with my back up
Against the wall when it's time to brawl
I'm throwin' blows at devils like Prodigy
Livin' underneath the roof with 50 thieves
And the ? is bound to get cha
Latin Kings wearin' greens runnin' teef from the island of the Sing Sing
Representin' Queens to the fullest I hold my own watchin' my dome
While I jones for they home they call me a klepto
Cause I be leavin' ****** wet though
Dead and stinkin' constantly fully blown leakin'
I'm black half Puerto Rican hypothetically speakin'
Monocones gettin' blown sleepin'
I stay strappin' never yappin' that it can't happen
But when you bring it come prepared never scarred captain
Don't never sain knuckle down spit our bangers do our thing
Till one of us be bleedin' then be headed to the bing
I'm not bionic I'm just a convict puffin' chronic
Protectin' my way ****** dig it's irronic
Enought to make you bust make you wanna cuss
****** what the fuck you ain't tough shit ain't sweet shit is serious
You must be delerious you kidding me talking bout you gettin' me and
rippin' me
Rather grab a mo and rip it slow like a penetentary
****** please I been in and out the joint since '93 what
So what the fuck you think you tellin' me ****** what what what

From Infamous Mobb - Big Noyd, Prodigy

[pre-thought process]

[Ghostface Killah]
We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
Smack on, swing like batons, most want ****** smoked like Hilshire Farms
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties


From
Fish - Ghostface Killah ft. Cappadonna, Raekwon

[pre-thought process]

(Ghostface Killah)
Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like
Peace, pussies, trees, hello, how was your day? Have you seen the prince?
Haven't seen him since he pushed Humpty Da-Dumpty fell off the fence
The smurfs fell out laughin', Heckle toe Jeckle at min,
They took my medicade card, he's a good friend
Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin'
And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on the Simpsons
Bet you "my golly, oh glory" with a story to tell
Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail
His name is Abdrul, Colorful, Snow White tattoo
She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule
And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes
And that wicked witch broke her broom, clappin' at school
It happens every night, I seen it, shoot outs in Jellystone Park
Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks
They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie
Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty"
Ghost, please you don't even want to know
Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go...
Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was savage
Bruto slapped, Magoto slapped out his glasses backwards
Magelity used to come to class wit rachets
He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics
Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips
Big Boy bustin' out his corderoy fix
Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit
Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference
So later that week durin' open school night
Everybody there, saw open school fight
Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed
The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs
He said, "What great big heat you have"
He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast"
He said, "What great big teeth you have"
"Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have"

(Chorus)

(Ghostface Killah)
After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats
Riff rat, courageous cat, Jossie and the Pussycats
Porky Pig ripped shag, Elmer Fudd's double snub cartoon gat
Had sat in the back of the Hat, the hippos had O's
Wilma had fucked Johnny Bravo
Richie had his shit snatched then yapped at a live show
That bitch dollar boated yo, Astro screamed on Dino
That's what he gets for ass-betting Snoopy C-low
Goofy had kilos, big hole in his nose, wind blows
Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled
Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed
She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set
Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin'
Her and Barney had an army out in pink house, the shit was rockin'
Guess who got rich and bounced? Scrooge McDuck, he had an ounce
Ain't no money out in CandyLand, we out...


From
The Forest - Ghostface Killah

[pdomino]

JEHST "RETURN OF THE DRIFTER"
Soldiers hold a cold stare like they never been scared
But live life like they know their time's precious 'n' scarce
Beef could be hell on earth, better settle it there
And if our sins are forgiven heaven better prepare
I bring a breath of fresh air, bless polluted lungs
Bunged up from the years bunnin' zoots of skunk
I lounge in bluesy clubs with abusive thugs
Useless drunks, junkies abusing drugs
And young bloods with the loosest tongues, it's too much
Old cats sacked up like they loosin' touch and get bust
Some are truly stunned, another rabbit in the headlights far too confused to run
I stay balanced like planets with the moon and sun
I need shoes on my feet and some food to munch
If you relate to that statement salute me once
One love, one hope for the youth to the future comes

[tru_g]

brother ali - champion

That song is sick, as is the rest of the album

This next track is fucking sick, and every MC on it merks....I bolded the best verses though

[Apathy]
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvics
Speeds through space and cracks blast Astronaut helmets
Face it, motherfucker I can pay to get rid of you
I've got more heads in the hood than Pagan rituals
A new tyrannical force for you to fear
Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs
A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter
Tape your sister, rape your sister
Make your sister take it in the face
And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius
I throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octavius

[King Syze]
Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner
We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
****** know better, no one's letter is better than mine
Everytime I rhyme, it's metal; the terror level is high
Plus I testify, it's best you die
Then find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies
Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt
Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work
When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth
Non-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting the earth

[Crypt the Warchild]
Ayo it's my world and I wont stop
And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped
In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots
I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks
I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot
I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops
I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god
I'm a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard
Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts
I'm a box up your frame and play the same card
And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars
Pharoahs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah! Raw muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety four shit
Shoot the fuckin place up, yeah!

[Des Devious]
AOTP blast through your army fatigues
Damage your team, competition done it with ease
Gun in my sleeve cause now a days homicide is my steez
Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream and peeping your scheme
Put you on lean from right hooks, pausing your jux
You fake crooks need to hit them books
Learn the rules of the game
Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain
You getting drenched in that November rain
We the opposite of that whack shit
Trash man of clap rapping, you die, trash it
Five six professional assassins
Rocking these mics and repping my fam' with passion
Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards
[Esoteric]
Tell your man and your parents we be demanding that random appearance
At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics
We be like Manny Ramirez, comes out at fall
With the radical, magical, and emphatical
I'ma battle till I scatter your clavicle
Call me admiral, raising the temp of the room
I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons
Your petty men are bafoons
We send them to their doom, a stab of my venom enters their wounds
I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics
Tupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' ??? with dope lyrics
Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck

[Chief Kamachi]
Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East
My speciality, only rhymer enveloping my lyric sheets
Knock turbans off of Sheiks
Use a pipe bomb
Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists
With they dreams no longer in arms reach
That's what I call 'Dealing with calm speech'
When I alarm your peeps
Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm
If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on
My forty five is my weapon
My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in
Squarely I step in, tilting my clips and blue Stesson
God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference
adept to any preference, pussy

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah baby, kings of the motherfucking underground
Y'all motherfuckers don't want it with us. This that raw shit, throw back
shit

[Celph Titled]
I make Evil Knieval music
I come through stunting
Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something something
Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant
Born with an intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship
Shoot at you Chicago fitted and knock your socks off
Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off
I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record
Cause you's afraid I'd put your motherfucking frame on a stretcher
I can't change laws sons, that's a government issue
But I'll break laws with a gun, that's a government issue
It's the army we got power and numbers
And that's nines, forty-fives, and three-five-sevens, and m-500s

[Planetary]
Some people say I'm superior when I shit it
Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous
I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design
I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
Mozart of street rap, breaking the barriers
Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers
Ready to mangle, anybody crossing the line
I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time
Ready for war but won't rock no dick trees
I rock mic's, you think it's a hundred and sixty degrees
Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks
Kill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips?

[Vinnie Paz]
I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words
That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird
I don't care if you're dead, let god have ya
Cause I'ma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler
That's something you don't know about me small rapper
Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper
Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on
You just spit a fucking verse whack then you're gone
Fuck fame, I study the fame closely
They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley
It's pain homey, and your blood on my pen
It's Army of the Pharoahs and we're flooded with gems

EDIT: the track is Army Of The Pharoahs - Battle Cry

[jdw]

black star & common - respiration

So much on my mind that I cant recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=vHReQQnMVQo

[djelements]

son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician

illest for realest haha

[dunkno]

whoever grime mc first said "on road like car" is a lyrical genius so a big shout out to them if they're reading

[devious_n4ture]

[Jehst]
Air poured, my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war
The quintessential outlaw
Eye of the storm, my tears fall as a torrential downpour
The flood, your death wish written in blood
I came in from the cold, clothes dripping with mud
Gripping a club, primitive, a stick is a dud
Swinging a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch
I drink black rain, take another swig and I'm drunk
Taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold
Spitting out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold
I never sold my soul for fool's gold
So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity
Some broke down, now the still city's a ghost town
Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
Seasons of espionage as time passes
The lion hearted, survival of the hardest artist
My open arms embrace darkness
Still craving carnage and infamy
But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry

THIS

Although im gonna be a picky bastard.... First line is "Air bourne" also it is "Primitive as STIG OF THE DUMP" and Finally... The "Steel" city's a ghost town..... "

One of my fave albums of all time.... "Jest - Return of the Drifter"