The Illest Rap Thread Ever

[ARTofMAKINGfire]

I love rap. I've been listening to rap since the early 90's. (When my parents finally stopped breaking my Wu-Tang CD's!)
I find it to me motivationaland inspiring. It gets me going if I'm going to workout, or if I have 30 hours of trimming ahead of me.
It makes me feel better when I'm down.
It makes me feel extra great when I feel good.

I'm making this thread so we can all post out favorite rap lines, versus, and rappers. What got you into rap? Why do you like it? Sh*t like this.

I think it'll be a great way for us to share what local artist are hot in their area, etc.

So I guess I'll start it off.

If you're going to quote an MC, please give him/her credit. If it is original (you wrote it, which is MORE than welcome here) than give yourself credit...!

HERE GOES!!!!!!


"You be callin' all the real niggaz you know in town.
Talkin' bout, "Meet me at the club!" I know ya stlye.
You don't call em' NO other time, you rollin' foul.
You just callin' him cause you know he be totin clown!
What if you and him catch drama? It's goin' down!
You don't tote ya hammer like that and he know it now.
You got ya Red Monkies on, you fly! My nigga!
When the ambulence come, they cut ya jeans with scissors!
Talkin like you gully, I got in yo ass.
Now you talkin' like a mummy through that oxygen mask.
Ya man could've dropped you off, left you in the streets.
He didn't want get ya blood all over his car seats.
Now they askin ya name, ya age, ya address...
But you can't give a answer you breathin' ya last breath!
Bout' ta panic under pressure and fold, you mad stressed.
See ya future fadin', you PAST TENSE!!!
Quote ya power homie! "Four-Five!"
You fuckin with the WRONG GUY.
In the back of that ambulence, IT A LONG RIDE!
In the back of that ambulence truck.
I put ya ass in the back of that ambulence truck!
You dyin slow! Actin' like you gonna pop,
soon as you think you hot.
In the back of that ambulence, nigga you SHOT!"

~Papoose
~Papoose

 

[Ohh.Word]

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 fuck moviestars 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 feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons 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 build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic 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


Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably 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 at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats 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


So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd 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
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking 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 the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring 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


They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill 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 oaked her up and grapped 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 fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the 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 meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of 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 practicly 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


Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain 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 the cringine studder
cuz he was starring 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 contiplate
his corruption had succesfully 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 take 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
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and 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 the dance with the devil might last you forever

- immortal technique

 

[Stoner4Life]

Make LOVE not rap.......

 

[mangled]

Make LOVE not rap.......

the hell does that mean?? rap was created from love

 

[abirdintheair]

"in the days of kings and queens i was a jester treat me like a god or treat me like a leper, you see me moving back n forth between both, im tryin to find a balance tryin to build a balance" - atmosphere

 

[trouble]

the hell does that mean?? rap was created from love

The love of killing people, selling crack and beating-up women? I'm confused?



........................................................................................................

 

[DitBaMay]

immortal technique, crazy trip out track, makes u think.

 

[Stoner4Life]

the hell does that mean?? rap was created from love

Gone are the days of MC Hammer and his fun and funky rap.......


oh yeah! like above the woman being RAPED must've loved it huh?
like robbing, killing, niggaz, & all that love above???????

yeah, every time there's some love story on TV it's
ALWAYS backed by a soundtrack of rap music, I forgot dude.


rap was created from a love of money and nothing more.

 

[DitBaMay]

Rap reveal the real side of human beings......

 

[guest5703]

If you know your rap/underground hip hop then you would know there are certain rappers out this day that have been there done that and promote ONLY rap and the NON violent way it is an art.

There are some old rappers about 40 years old my friend was just telling me today that only rap for the love, they love the rhymes what else so do i??

I am not a gangster but I love getting drunk and rapping to beats anytime, I'll freestyle til I'm dead it's just something fun to do.

The love of killing people and beating-up women? I'm confused?

That was funny, you are being ignorant though. Do you think this is all that rap talks about? This is like saying all pot is bad all the time no matter what and promotes violence like the movie reefer madness tells and the people that agree with that movie are OLD and ignorant IMO.

I like rap, I do not like violence, I love inspirational rappers that make you think like immortal technique, he does act violent though.

Just saying RAP does not = HATE, Stupid/ignorant people create hate and let it flourish when they breed.

 

[cesartime]

Im also a huge fan of Rap/Hip hop. Somewhat more into rap now than before.

When I first started listening to the genere, it was more of a hip hop thing, but as ive grown I tend to like more rappish music. None of the outlandish soulja boy or mike jones or 50 cent or any outrageous garbage like that, but I do like things that are based in reality and can be related to on a normal basis by normal people who do normal things..

So heres some lyrics from a local cat who goes by the name "Stetch Money"

" You gotta get up, get out, go and get that cash, gotta get up, get out, go and get that fast. Cuz its nothing like touching it nothing like grabbin it, nothing like spending it, and nothing like having it. Bust heads for the bread and thats just the half of it, for them mathamatics, automatics we be blastin it, stick to the script, about the paper i be passionate, multiply, divide, addin, and subtractin it. Whats the sense of husstlin, if you aint really stackin it, you cant fall back without money in the back of it. Rental car outta state with plenty weight in back of it, pop up in any state, with plenty weight in packages, Stretch a cool breeze, but i be'z with them savages, everybody fresh with a pocket full of cabbages, nigga i be rambilin, tussilin and scrambilin, muscling and handling, hustling and gambling. It musta been the money green paint on the chevy, sittin up on some crome 24 inch machettes, that had every bitch on the block gettin ready, to give me some brain, its the cash simple and plain, and you boy spit flame, put niggas to shame, but i wouldnt be in the game if it wasnt for crane, all yall L7's yall niggas is lame, HL big money, yall niggas is change..."

Chorus 2x

2nd Verse:

"its 2'oclock, and im just about to hit the street, with a sack full o nickels of that christmas reef, I got fire if youre looking for a spliff to cheif, its goes good with those strawberry swisher sweets, and yea this is what I do for a living, and im stretch money man who are you for a living nigga, for the money ill move where you livin, bring goons where you livin, real soon where you livin nigga, liftin the rug, flippin the couch, tell macho to smack your bitch in the mouth, this nigga's about the figga's and clout. money is the motivation you figure it out, hennessy straight, i liquor it out, licorice 'lac, lakeshia licking my crotch, uh, im on a paper chase hitting the route, midwest after that im hitting the south. And, it dont stop, no it wont stop there, if the money aint here imma go else where, the world is to big for me to not get rich, and if i dont get the money then i wont get shit, So, the dolla signs is what you see in my eyes, id rather have too much instead of living deprived, therefore, there aint no such thing as enough, you gotta get up, get out and go and get them bux."

Better off to let the man speak for himself..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5V62hTLi9U

 

[guest5703]

ya know if ya listen to me, then maybe you can see,
not all rap exists to promote violent activity,
instead chill with friends and rhyme til the end,
about what went down and whos new in town,
I could freestyle til my head comes off just pop,
then you could see my thoughts don't stop,
I came up with shit, in just one second,
to let you ignorant people know whos legit.


-caligreen

 

[Lune TNS]

Gone are the days of MC Hammer and his fun and funky rap.......


oh yeah! like above the woman being RAPED must've loved it huh?
like robbing, killing, niggaz, & all that love above???????

yeah, every time there's some love story on TV it's
ALWAYS backed by a soundtrack of rap music, I forgot dude.


rap was created from a love of money and nothing more.

After all, no one knows more about hip hop culture than middle-aged white guys like you.

 

[Lune TNS]

From one of my favorite albums:

Cannibal Ox - Pigeon

[Vast Aire]
Cannibal Ox. . .

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African
Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
You'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

[Vordul]

Eskimo metal got shit locked in oxygen shell
Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrousel
Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works
Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks
Shinin' summer-time hydrants
Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants
These faces carry scars (mega large)
Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular
Detached Christ's Word
But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God
Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird
Getting fly like word
Let it settle
I remember cats snatched off the pedal (steal and bite days)
Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite ways)
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel
Fast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandal
God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical
Trapped in ghetto's meg-yard where mega-hard
Arms swing metal palms iron skin leopard
Holding evil metal eagle attacks the desert
Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty and seven metal shit
Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette
Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'
Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany
Black boys feed face with rap noid (?)
Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted
Slinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it
Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril
Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile
He caught you alone fuse blown
Unemployed screaming "That's why I robbed you!"
Tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car (?) Novocain filled with lemonade
"You better get a job!" mother talked, just another hawk
He nearly ate a bodega food stamp transaction
Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'
Rockin' my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I rock my simulated air tank bit
So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's lit
I'm just a pigeon

 

[RudolfTheRed]

The love of killing people and beating-up women? I'm confused?

What in the hell are you talking about? Since when was rap only about killing people and beating on women? I can name several rappers and rap groups that talk nothing about them things and are only progressive rappers. you sound like that idiot bill oriley.
secondly, who cares if rappers talk about killing people. many of them just rap about how they live and grew up and death is a part of that for many.

 

[DitBaMay]

"IF THE WORLD WAS A GIRL I'D STICK MY DICK IN THE GROUND....FUCK THE WORLD"
Tupac

-"KEEP RUNNIN UR MOUTH I'LL GET A GUN IN YOUR HOUSE..FILL YOU UP WITH A BLUNT IN MY MOUTH"

-"I'M COUNTIN SO MUCH PAPER MY FINGERS GETTIN PAPERCUTS"

-"YOUR A FUCKIN DISGRACE I'LL PUT YOU BACK IN YOUR PLACE..WALK BY YOUR CASKET AND PISS IN YOUR FACE"

-"MONEY DON'T MAKE ME...I MAKE MONEY..."

-"HEARD YOU GOT FOUR LIPS AND BLEED FOR SEVEN DAYS"

-"YOUR KIDDIN...YOUR NOT BALLIN UR BARELY DRIBBLIN"

-"YOU GOT A HOLE IN YOU AND UR BLEEDIN SO IT'S NOT LIKE I'M CALLIN YOU PUSSY FOR NO REASON"

-"IF GETTIN CAKE WAS A RACE....YOU'D BE PLACE IN LAST"

-"LYRICALLY I NEVER DIE..STAB ME WIT SEVEN KNIVES EACH ONE ELEVEN TIMES"

-"I LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES...THAT'S HOW YOU PROGRESS"

-"I KEEP MY HANDS TAPED TO THE IRON"

-"I'M COCKY OBNOXIOUS JUSS WAITIN TO POP CLIPS"

-"IF YOU KEEP TALKIN BOUT DEATH...SOON ENOUGH DEATH IS GONNA COME"

-"ROCK YOU IN UR FACE STAB YOUR BRAIN WITH YOUR NOSE BONE"

-"YOU CAN PUT UR WHOLE ARMY AGAINST MY TEAM..I WILL GUARANTEE IT WILL BE YOUR VERY LAST TIME BREATHIN"

 

[cesartime]

Gone are the days of MC Hammer and his fun and funky rap.......


oh yeah! like above the woman being RAPED must've loved it huh?
like robbing, killing, niggaz, & all that love above???????

yeah, every time there's some love story on TV it's
ALWAYS backed by a soundtrack of rap music, I forgot dude.


rap was created from a love of money and nothing more.

Heres a verse from a popular song and one the best emcees/rappers/musicians ever to grace the face of the earth..

[Andre 3000 with chorus in back saying "I choose you babe!"]

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that bitch do you dirty
we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"


Thats Andre 3 stacks verse from the song "international players anthem" And that just one extremely popular example of hip hop/rap music that isnt violent or masogonistic in the least.

Dont let the fox news version of rap music clear your thoughts on a whole genere of music, we all know how the herb is demonized, rap music is akin to the same treatment..

 

[la resistance]

We do it for the candle in the sky
Here's a toast to those who can't handle their high
You and I, we can swim into the tide
And watch these other children lose they mind
-atmosphere, the arrival

I'm gonna live my life from day to night with no hesitation
Make the best of every situation that I find myself placed in
Decidin' right from wrong, choosing my final destination
Cause when it's said and done, it's just yourself that you are facin'
kmk, tangerine sky

 

[NorCalFor20]

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren g was on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone

Just hit the eastside of the lbc
On a mission trying to find mr. warren g.
Seen a car full of girls aint no need to tweak
All you skirts know whats up with 213

...

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin and yellin
Its a tad bit late
Nate dogg and warren g had to regulate

 

[iLLperception]

Some non-rape inducing rap from MC Frontalot http://frontalot.com

You can’t hide secrets from the future with math.
You can try, but I bet that in the future they laugh
at the half-assed schemes and algorithms amassed
to enforce cryptographs in the past.


here's a link to a weed-themed song by Front for y'all http://frontalot.com/media.php/1/mc_frontalot_-_mountain_kind.mp3