I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits
Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics
Technique is exquisite
I'll make your thoughts a victory
Get pessimistic with the quickness
If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success
When I bless the mic as I spit this
Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type sickness
My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality
For the fucking hit list
I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get dissed
Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally
Multi-platinum sold
I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill
Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills
I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily spill
And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
ITT: Post your favorite rap verse
Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop
Poop, poop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop
And now I want to be your dog
Now I want to be your dog
Now I want to be your dog
Well, come on
what cute gril, i bet she's well on her way to earning her masters in a stem field.
You've got to hold and give
But do it at the right time
You can be slow or fast
But you must get to the line
They'll always hit you and hurt you
Defend and attack
There's only one way to beat them
Get round the back
Catch me if you can
'Cause I'm the England man
And what you're looking at
Is the master plan
We ain't no hooligans
This ain't a football song
Three lions on my chest
I know we can't go wrong
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter- faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass
gay
My thoughts immaculate
You're just ejaculate
A waste of space
A place to face my jacket in
More rack than man
I'm out here doing calculus
A holy activist
You're sitting on your couch
Chowing down on your pah-ta-toe chips
I'm doing shit
On my own
No limits
Sitting on a throne unknown to those who's souls I stole to build it
I'm chilling
Killing time because it's mine
I'm part timing as a star
Rhyming hard while shooting shit in cars
I'm selling bars and mining diamonds
Ignoring Simon, getting high and popping hymens...
These bitches needing stitches when I'm finished getting mine in
You ask where time went
I relish time spent
I slowed it down so you don't miss the dis
That's time lent
Even with my gift you still might miss it though
I guess the gist is YOU'RE TOO FUCKING SLOW
>niggaz are too stupid
what on EARTH did he mean by this?
These are all kind of shit desu.
He knows nothing but hard work and scraping by
Looking for a purse or a wallet so he can make a buy
He hasn't been on the nod since this morning
He needs to touch the face of god, his skin is just crawling
These peeps are sheep, time to fleece the market
Jumps a train with some friends, sees an easy target
An old man hard hit with age, fainthearted
The kid pulls a knife like, "Let's get started"
A girl steps,he's like eat the carpet
Laughs with his friends like she's retarded
The old man stepped and swept the assailant
Off his feet, his head connected with the railing
Man you're weak the old man said as the kid lay recovering
Blubbering, "get to your feet I'll tell you another thing
A real man never lays his hands on a woman
A real man would know that, no surprise that you wouldn't
I didn't fight in two wars just so forty years later
You'd have the freedom to rob me on the train, this behaviour
Doesn't fit with what I gave this country so cut me
Won't live another day in a world that's so ugly"
Can we get a verse that's not gay please?
this is the greatest rap verse of all time, don't @ me
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
Well we sure won't get one from your favourite rapper
This is also a very good verse.
every time i see this image i reverse image search because i forget her name
Frío era el que hacía cuando yo era chico
llovía, te mojabas, daba todo igual
y tenías suerte si tu viejo te prestaba el auto
y lo lavabas antes de irla a buscar
¿Cuál es el verdadero nombre de las cosas?
Es lo que te tenés que preguntar
La respuesta está soplando en el viento
sólo es cuestión de esperar
y si el desierto lija todo lo que sobra
y te cobra lo que no podés pagar
No te desanimes, linda
Lo mejor y lo peor siempre está por comenzar
TODOS LOS DÍAS DE SOOOOL
Yeah I seem bitter but so what
I put everything on the line for a feline I thought was worthy
What else do you want
To put it blunt I don't know if I can survive
Once I felt alive and now I feel dead
Bedhead, crusty eyes but barely getting any sleep
Creeping around the corner in an unmarked car
Looking at the stars while trying to catch some good sex in the bedroom
I think you made mistake, maybe you just need a break to think it over
About all the sweet times in motel clover
I spent a Yea Forums on love and I won't be denied
Brain fried because your smile was a disguise
Lies everywhere, beer cans everywhere
But I didn't drink them with you, so who did?
Get rid of any so-called male friends or I'll do it for you
I know you're only doing this to make me jealous
I'm your last resort as a boyfriend so get with my love or become lesbian
My love is an acquired taste and I know you've got the buds for it
So surrender now or I'll make you suffer like I am
Give you the kiss of death plus two hands around your neck
What honey? You can't breathe? Sorry I didn't know
Show me the respect I deserve or my David Coe curve will end your lifespan
Hand over my heart begging for one more chance
Ignore this now and we'll both take our last dance, if you know what I mean
With me you were crystal clean now you reek of another mans cheap cologne
Sick of seeing you leave the matinee movies while I hide in the bushes
Sick of seeing his car parked in front of your condo while I wait at the corner
Sick of hearing his voice on your answering machine while I check your messages
Sick of you making a fool out of our love while I cry myself to sleep
Damn right I'm bitter
NIGGER
i want to CUM
I'm the man on the moon
I'm go-go-gonna coom
from the moon to your room
covered in coom
I like death in june
coom bloom doom
that face has been covered by liters of nigger semen
fuucckckk