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#1
The Eminem thread made me curious what fans of said genre consider great lyrics.

Post your favourites, possibly along with the song itself, or not, I don't really care.


Gozd in gora poj,
silen ženimo hrup,
uboga gmajna, le vpup, le vkup,
le vkup, le vkup z menoj,
staro pravdo v mrak tulimo,
da se pretulimo skozi to zimo
#2
You'll catch a jpeg to the head
über reach
You're an intern
I'm Wikileaks
Most loved, therefore most hated
Come and knock on the door, we've been waiting for you
Game changer
Reclusive-aggressive
Ying-ing and yang-ing, noided
Info warrior, Jack the Hacker
The rolling stoner, puffin' on disaster
My existence is a momentary lapse of reason
Got the DNA of gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times out of eleven
Your bad ideas are the ATM
Shed my skin
Leave it for the homeless to sleep in
Prodigal, **** that, nautical
Teachin' bitches how to swim



true mastery.
Quote by EndTheRapture51
who pays five hundred fucking dollars for a burger
#3
Nah Nigga
I don't care
For your
Rules
Imposed like
Fools
Better learn
How to act
I'd beat ya
That's a fact
Dare tell me
What I can
and can't post
I'd thread
What I said
About making
You toast
Nah Nigga
I don't care
Nah


https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1596253
dirtbag ballet by the bins down the alley
as i walk through the chalet of the shadow of death
everything that you've come to expect


#4
Eminem pre-2003 had 96.565% of hip hop's best lyrics.

Also, who could forget?

I was crucified on the cross when I was eight
I had nothin' to look forward to except to graduate
I ain't got any friends and I ain't got any time
All I got is pussy sittin' on my mind

You better believe I'm twistin' up this rap shit
I'm goin' all over town, going crazy doin' backflips
I don't know what I'm sayin', and I don't know why I'm prayin'
Because I'm my own god, ya know what I'm sayin'?

I don't know where I'm goin', I don't know how I'm havin' sex
I don't know why I'm banging my best friend's ex
But I'll come out strong with no remorse
I get struck the **** down and get back on my horse

Niggas try to tell me that they think they know shit
When they comin' up to my face they bout to get hit
Bitch, cuz I don't **** around, and I got to town
When I'm nailin' that pussy, lickin it up and down

(Chorus) Hands in the air for the Class of 2012
Hands in the air for the Class of 2012
We made it
We maaaaade it

A Pile of Dead Cops
Free Ali
Free Lard
#6
This one time in English we had to read a book of our choosing and do various assignments on it, one of which was to rewrite the words to a song to fit the book's theme. I read Atlas Shrugged, and rewrote Straight Outta Compton for it. I don't have the file or the original paper copy, but I still remember Ragnar Danneskjold going in hot.
#7
''Every rich white kid’s got something to say,
Shut the **** up
''

~Stray from the Path


Yeah, that's pretty much it.

Oh, and possibly this Hopsin track.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBsA2ETp7JA
o()o

Quote by JamSessionFreak
yes every night of my entire life i go to bed crying because i wasnt born american
#8
Quote by EpiExplorer at #33585265
Yeah, that's pretty much it.

Oh, and possibly this Hopsin track.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBsA2ETp7JA


I thought 4 and 5 were better personally. 5 especially
dirtbag ballet by the bins down the alley
as i walk through the chalet of the shadow of death
everything that you've come to expect


#9
Iggy Azeala rap in Ariana Grande problem

longing rusted furnace daybreak seventeen benign nine homecoming one freight car
#10
Quote by Skullivan
I read Atlas Shrugged,
why would you do that to yourself
Quote by EndTheRapture51
who pays five hundred fucking dollars for a burger
#12
Quote by Banjocal
why would you do that to yourself


''We all sabotage ourselves in nefarious ways.''

~That guy from that game.

Oh, and on the subject of Atlas Shrugged:

There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.


I can't remember where this is from but holy shit.
o()o

Quote by JamSessionFreak
yes every night of my entire life i go to bed crying because i wasnt born american
#13
John Rogers, apparently.
Quote by EndTheRapture51
who pays five hundred fucking dollars for a burger
#14
Quote by Banjocal
John Rogers, apparently.


ty
o()o

Quote by JamSessionFreak
yes every night of my entire life i go to bed crying because i wasnt born american
#15
[Mos Def]
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin', like who on top of this?
People was tusslin', arguin' and bustlin'
Gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustlin'
I'm wrestlin' with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin' what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin' class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin'
You either make a way or stay sobbin', the shiny apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, Nasdaq averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

So much on my mind that I cant recline
Blastin' holes in the night till 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 y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[Talib Kweli]
Breathin' in deep city breaths, sittin' on shitty steps
We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
Communicatin' with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
From the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin'
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin' visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death thats painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin' god
But havin' children by a lesser baby mother but **** it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin' knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog
Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
Its a paradox we call reality
So keepin' it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
Killers born naturally like, Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin' what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggas
Actin' spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire State

[Mos Def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I cant take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[Spanish speaking woman] escuchela.. respirando [?]

[Common]
Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war its chica-i-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
Its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin' down the jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God how he thought travellin' the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
Its deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep

[Mos Def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I cant take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Kiss the ides goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving
#16
Crying mommas and cousins and crying babies
Due to the fact that death is a must
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Niggas getting bust for in God we trust
So if you're coming to my town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound

Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
#17
Bitch you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket
Bitch, you next to us, why the **** are you next to us?
Bitch, you should come test us
I seen what you rockin' and bitch you can't dress with us
Seen what yo' bitch looked like
And nigga, I wasn't impressed or nothin'
**** nigga, come and talk it out
**** nigga, we ain't talkin' it out
What the **** we finna talk about?
-OG Maco



Sacrifice you niggas, it's an offerin' now
All you rap niggas turn up with marketin' now?
Till I run up in your house, it's a robbery now
Gimme that advance nigga, devil gon' dance, nigga
Don't make me grab my choppa
You don't wanna see these hands, nigga
Put you in the desert, under 30 feet sand, nigga
I'm the badman, run this mutha****in' land, nigga
Plant a landmine better watch where you stand
-Flocka

i see your girl
G A Y
she leavin wit me

F O R
I'm playing wit her booty
in the back seat
M A D D E N
#19
Is that a world tour or your girl's tour
Quote by jakesmellspoo
ooh look at me i'm ERIKLENSHERR and i work at fancy pants desk jobs and wear ties and ply barely legal girls with weed and booze i'm such a classy motherfucker.
#20
Quote by Banjocal at #33585270
why would you do that to yourself


Because it's a great book
My God, it's full of stars!
#22
Quote by Dreadnought
Because it's a great book
Nothing ayn rand ever touched is anything but fetid death.
Quote by EndTheRapture51
who pays five hundred fucking dollars for a burger
#23
no seriously, i dont know about her writing style because i havent read it but ayn rand's philosophy of objectivism is generally ignored and/or considered a joke by any academic outside of american conservativism

to be perfectly honest, i doubt she would even be a recognizable name if she hadn't reached the american markets


Gozd in gora poj,
silen ženimo hrup,
uboga gmajna, le vpup, le vkup,
le vkup, le vkup z menoj,
staro pravdo v mrak tulimo,
da se pretulimo skozi to zimo
#24
Quote by pressureproject
Is this thread a joke?

What day is this?

WTF is going on?

I can't understand any of it.


Here you go, this might help you out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMeFcVHNT1Q

I find Big L is the only guy that could really give Eminem a run for his money on battle raps freestyle.

There are lots of ways lyrics can be cool, or good.

I find this song is cool,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5dk1P_638s

But there are really a lot of hip hop tracks with great lyrics, which are great in different ways.

Here are some other examples that I like,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_Xro3Cc_xk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0nis4wPkG8


There are lots of others that range from very intelligent and thought provoking to just battle rap, to very kind of tricky with metaphors and similies and imagery and puns, and stuff like that, to just other more honest songs about life.

There is a huge variety. There are also a bunch of guys that just talk alot about violence or how cool they are, kind of like Big L actually, except they don't have the gift of gab like he has, they don't deliver it as rhythmically cool, nor as poetically.

From what I've seen modern rap has really taken a hit in general.

It started off poor, then hit this sweet spot, and then got really popular around 50 cent time, and went down hill after that.
#25
Quote by fingrpikingood
Here you go, this might help you out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMeFcVHNT1Q

I find Big L is the only guy that could really give Eminem a run for his money on battle raps freestyle.

There are lots of ways lyrics can be cool, or good.

I find this song is cool,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5dk1P_638s

But there are really a lot of hip hop tracks with great lyrics, which are great in different ways.

Here are some other examples that I like,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_Xro3Cc_xk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0nis4wPkG8


There are lots of others that range from very intelligent and thought provoking to just battle rap, to very kind of tricky with metaphors and similies and imagery and puns, and stuff like that, to just other more honest songs about life.

There is a huge variety. There are also a bunch of guys that just talk alot about violence or how cool they are, kind of like Big L actually, except they don't have the gift of gab like he has, they don't deliver it as rhythmically cool, nor as poetically.

From what I've seen modern rap has really taken a hit in general.

It started off poor, then hit this sweet spot, and then got really popular around 50 cent time, and went down hill after that.


Now instead of confused, I am thoroughly disgusted. Thanks guy.
#26
I Looked up to the sky
And asked god what to do
He said get money
I said a'ight true
I said what's the meaning of life?
He said man Q I've been trying to figure that one out
Just like you
I said how you not know?
You're the one that put us here
He said think about y'all
and all the kids that you bred
I'm like
Ain't you god?
he said ain't you gods too?
I asked ain't you god?
He said Ain't you gods too?

- Quelle Chris "I Asked God"

Also our lord and saviour Kanye West - "Doctors say I'm the illest, 'cos I'm suffering from realness." Yes, he does try to make that rhyme.
#27
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spend most of my days
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Don't go ninjerin nobody don't need ninjerin'
#28
Quote by pressureproject
Now instead of confused, I am thoroughly disgusted. Thanks guy.


I guess that means you only watched the first video.
#29
Quote by Banjocal at #33585489
Nothing ayn rand ever touched is anything but fetid death.


yawn
My God, it's full of stars!
#30
Quote by fingrpikingood

I find Big L is the only guy that could really give Eminem a run for his money on battle raps freestyle.

jesus fukn wept
#31
"You might got more cash than me, but you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me" - Canibus
#32
Quote by pressureproject at #33585438
Is this thread a joke?

What day is this?

WTF is going on?

I can't understand any of it.

Ha ha Yeah You Tell Them! \m/




#34
'They see a black man with a white girl at the top floor they gon come to kill king kong'

-Kanye
#35
Quote by fingrpikingood

I find Big L is the only guy that could really give Eminem a run for his money on battle raps freestyle.

Remember that time Doseone beat Em in a battle but got disqualified because Em cried to the judges about how Dose was predicting all of Em's punchlines outloud.
Last edited by GuitarGod_92 at Sep 7, 2015,
#36
Quote by GuitarGod_92
Remember that time Dose One beat Em in a battle but got disqualified because Em cried to the judges about how Dose was predicting all of Em's punchlines outloud.

remember that time when battle rap continued after fukn 2002 or whatever
#38
"Dance With The Devil"

[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to **** movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any mother****ing coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a mother****er up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test him before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
"This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw."
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, "Shut the **** up and stop moving around!"
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness for what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I'm telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted
And you'll be one of god's children that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever

Don't let your boat be empty, don't be a sunken dream
Don't let the boat regret thee, for what you could have seen

#39
Ugh Dance With the Devil

Immortal Technique is that one artist that everyone who thinks they've broken into "underground rap" clings to and says is the greatest ever
My God, it's full of stars!
#40
Yeah I could never get into Immortal Technique

I mean I recognize that hes talented but I just always found his music boring
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