What is the best hip hop lyric of all time?
What is the best hip hop lyric of all time?
What is the best hip hop lyric of all time?
I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Was that a test?
No what you hear is he's rappin to the beat.
HO-TEL MO-TEL HOLLIDAY INN!!!!
I’ve always thought this was a pretty good one:
real G's move in silence like lasagna
I don't get it. What is lasagna, here?
The "G" in "Lasagna" is silent
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Popping off the top of this esophagus Rocking this metropolis I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that perchance?
You can't just say "perchance".
...Steve. >.>
This was my first thought too lol
On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I’m back where my brother went, that’s what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile. Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say?
-MF Doom, Doomsday
I really love the wordplay with his government name 'Dumile' having a double meaning of 'Doom'll lay'. There are a bunch of other MF Doom lyrics in contention for goat status, in my opinion.
Rip
"Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear, prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle, rookie year." -Great Day
DOOMS lyrics are insane.
I never listen to him myself, but everything I hear of his lyrics are genius on another level, I'm unsure anybody else can really compete, at least not as consistently
fuck tha police
I like big butts and I cannot lie
Or
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung
Really that whole song is a masterpiece.
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns hon
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
fuckin magnets how do they work?
Ice cream scoopin', shittin' poopin', shittin', poopin'
But more seriously, MF DOOM (RIP) is one of my favourite artists, but he's been covered in a few comments already. But one of my favourites from him is:
Getting paid like a biker with the best crank
Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank
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Ice cream scoopin', shittin' poopin', shittin', poopin'
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interior crocodile alligator, I drive a Chevrolet movie the-atre
Obligatory link to the very old meme version: https://yewtu.be/watch?v=OXuLRqiiKYI
"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey"
Beck is an underrated rapper fr
Head to Bali, smoking cuban cigars, And we fuck up the party like acoustic guitars
"fuck up the party like acoustic guitars" always cracked me up so much.
"I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be dropping these mockeries"
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left.
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
Lil Wayne is a goddamn genius. That whole song, honestly.
Any couplet from Warren G's Regulate.
sixteen in the clip and one in the hole, nate dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
they droppin and yellin, it's a tad bit late; nate dogg and warren g had ta regulate...
I don't know if it's the best of all time, but I really enjoy this from Common ('Sixth Sense’):
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
One for the money, two for the better green
3,4 Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
that's ecstatic
The Drop [Intro] Victor, a stranger to see you Who that? Who that, who that?
[Verse: Viktor Vaughn] If I'm not working or putting work in I'm either wheeling and dealing, or probably jerkin my— Yep—listening to nothing, taking no suggestions Or destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection Rock a crowd in sections on a good night, the hoes fight Always get the dough first then everything else goes right At least that's what they say and who the fuck is they? Make a hick say “what the hey?” brought that chick from sick bay Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen Before he bust blast em, never trust no Cardassians Captain’s log supplemental The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal On my cue, photon torpedo Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito And so on for the street though, smoke a pound of leek though I'm jokin on the fact that hip-hop has gone freakshow Don't let the drama get you In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger removed niggas talk behind your back like a catcher Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O-stretcher In that order: man, woman, son, daughter The beat sound like they underwater, make it fun to slaughter Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance Some shit sound like all you could do off it is river-dance It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy Doing deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery Nobody supposed to get bodied, golly! This shit is like a folly 'bout to cold flip, probably It's not me, he got ill spills knot in Brooknam Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm While working on new developments for the book bomb In one bad experiment, it blew and took a hooker arm ("Arm and leg") BOW! look mom, no hand Studied black magic for years out in no man's land It's like a barbecue, all-swine cookout To fuck up they plans like a blind man lookout Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit Norbit, y'all better off going corporate Nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid There's no prints, he hold the mic with a mic glove And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love Like on top of the world loser keep it gully Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly It's why they brung V he still hungry And spit something thick on the mic like a lungy Mind ya daughter she on line for the water To get lucky like when she find a quarter kinda sorta Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board? He only came to save the game like a memory card Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes He said 24-7 I be on call He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall Numbskulls.. get to stepping they dumb dull And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull Cats be like "what's wrong with your man black?" Biohazard suit and Van Grack for the anthrax Jeez and can't get no peace Form blazin sword for the police robeast Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses? They couldn't bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses It's like a friendly game of dodge ball Oddball God y'all, who played the garage wall With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace And the brand new INF they ain't check the boy waist You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop It's too much wreck hops Who next to get they neck chopped Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew They out of place, beats sounds like outer space With no time to waste he was Audi without a trace
And another classic:
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner" For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks
Viktor Vaughn, underrated MF DOOM side project
It drops deep as it does in my breath. I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
this.
One for the money, two for the better green / 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
Picture this I'm a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit
I just want the bread and baloney bundles to tuck away
I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
The first time I crossed this track was with the video.
Masterpiece.
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Thinkin' of a master plan 'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint
My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist
My iconoclastic rap shtick gets my jimmy waxed like chapstick
You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar
Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller
The fundamental forces were unified
We've no theory to describe that, though I've tried
Then the forces split and the universe was born
It was hotter then a priest watching kiddie porn
My love is like lightening. It gives girls orgasms. My dick is like an airplane. It gives girls orgasms.
I’m the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff I’m the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff
Another favorite of mine from him is:
I'm dangerous, like a fire in a nursing home
I’m the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff.
I’m the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff.
I’m the Indiana Jones of exploring crotch.
I’m the Shakespeare of enormous cock.
I’m the Helen Keller of having sex.
No, wait … that’s a bad example.
Why did my penis cross the road?
To get to the other ….
Vagina (what) … vagina (what) …
I want to have sex with your vagina (uhh)
Vagina (what) … vagina (what) …
E=MC Vagina
I’ve got a present for you right here.
Actually, it’s not a present …
It’s my penis and I like to call it The Spear
Cause spears are long and hard, just like my penis!
What good is takin' over When we know what you gon' do? The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I'm sorry, Puff, but I don't give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain't mine—what's my name?
"Who's that peekin' in my window? Pow! Nobody now"
"I take seven kids from columbine, stand'em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it'll solve a problem of mine and that's a whole school of bully's shot up all at one time."
So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it's time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the "moral majority" by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.
Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.
PMRC shut down years before that album was released.
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair.
"Life's not a removed, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a removed 'cause she won't let you get that pussy." - _Daylight_Aesop Rock
Biggie: "Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State" or "Now honeys play me close like butter play toast"
"Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily."
I seen his feet and they both lefty
He's only steppin half correctly
“I used to drive a dinger with the dents in, now it’s pearlescent, and the bonnet got the vents in.” - (Bonnet = hood of a car)
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
I put that pussy in a sarcophagus
now she claimin that i bruised her esophagus; head of the class, and she just won a swallowship
livin in the future so the present is my past; my presence is a present kiss my ass
We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run
They got the TV we got the truth;
They own the judges and we got the proof;
We got hella people they got helicopters;
They got the bombs and we got the- we got the-
Mom’s spaghetti
Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be
The game sour like a pickle be
Sure do two 22’s in my shoes
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I was raised in the city...shitty..ever since i was an iddy biddy kiddy drinking liquor out my mama's tiddy.
I overheard my mother singing some song and a line about "getting more ass than a toilet seat"
I don't know what it's from but that is an immaculate lyric.
Maybe Eminem's "Shake That?"
That checks out.
"England is my city"
or
"Thats an awfully hot coffee pot"
I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
"Luda, Jada and Nas // and our bullets give you a deep tissue massage // so here's a song and dance while I make these ends // you never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins."
Maybe I am the ballot in the box / the bullet in the gun / the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son and really that whole theme song.
Swagger tighter then a yeast infection
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Fly go hard like geese erection
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Fashion patrol police detection
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I stay tight like Chinese connection
Dr. Carter by Lil Wayne
Honey, check it out you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
I only wish I could find someone someday who will think of such romantic things to say to me...
Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin', still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballot's dead, so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' 'em
X gon' give it to ya Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own X gon' deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop of stainless steel
There's an excellent greentext with that as the punchline.