lyrical lords

[shogun]

RZA on Wu Tang Ain't Nothin To Fuck With:

I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin more family beef than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head
Mister, who is that?
Eh yo, the Wu is back
Makin ****** go boom boom boom boom, like on supercat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang Shogun, killer to the eardrum

[shogun]

Roots Manuva - Dreamy Days:

I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya
But at the same time situations are complex
Cause you got perticulars, I got perticulars
Old circles are sick of us
Cause we're walkin' down a prim-rose row
To everything and nothing

So can you picture past the honeymoon
where you beat me with a wooden spoon
And you got me sleepin' on the couch
Now I'm thinkin' who's house is this?
This is my money, this is my pain, these are my drugs
This is my brain, and its never gonna be the same

[kaatr]

Mama was queen of the mambo
Papa was king of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I started bangin' my first bongo
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
Cause I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong
I went to the big town
Where there is a lot of sound
From the jungle to the city
Looking for a bigger crown
So I play my boogie
For the people of big city
But they don't go crazy
When I'm bangin' in my boogie
I'm the "king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong"
Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
They say that I'm a clown
Making too much dirty sound
They say there is no place for little monkey in this town
Nobody'd like to be in my place instead of me
Cause nobody go crazy when I'm bangin' on my boogie
I'm the king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Hear me when I come
"King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong"
Bangin' on my bongo all that swing belongs to me
I'm so happy there's nobody in my place instead of me
I'm a king without a crown hanging loose in a big town
But I'm the king of bongo baby I'm the king of bongo bong
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Hear me when I come, baby, king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong

These lyrics are genious.

[von]

...CRAZY, lyrical lord.

Run up ina rave, shield n sword

[datura]

See Qwels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
You rock sets is play this dude braggin' you aint famous
Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than homophobe. anus
Doper emcees none existent like RuPaul's clit is
Cant tell if your dick or pussy like topless infants
Couldn't spit sick 'ish kid lickin' your cold sores
And leave you scared to drop shit like school stalls with no doors
Wonder how this fucker whispers thunder sounds
Your fly like crippled Ostrich's I scare heads underground
And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics
When style switches faster than homophobe. rockin' their thongs backwards
Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
He's a pussy on the low don't fuck with Philippine cuisine
Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines
What's he mean I think he means your whack beat
In fact I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps
Get in your ass so fast shit scabs when the cops come
Guilty as charged blowin' minds like Shanno(?) with shotguns
Hold nuts like padded rooms whack raps cant plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
Man please I'm way to fucking dope to be this humble
And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle
Like fuck Qwel and his whole team those irrelevant flows
I'm diggin' in the crates and these (?????) on telephone poles
Hope I might choke your as whack as you white jokes
The only cat to drop lines like Samoans on tight ropes
Motherfuckers can't even respond what can he say
Cause after the battle he's more like yo I ain't wanna win anyway
And Qwel ain't shit like I ain't lose he ain't even rappin' right
Damn right I'm an asshole you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers
Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them shits is cheaper

[pre-thought process]

Yo, yo, yo, yo
My brain hold ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier
I'm sick like a kid from Somalia, carrying Malaria
When I rhyme I split razor blades that fix the sound barrier
I exercise my brain with thoughts thats military trained
Lyrical uncontrolled substance damage the main part of the brain like cocaine
My heart push blood that keeps them brave
While others is trapped inside barricades
The new industry order MC's become slaves
They'll all go against the order dig the illa veins
I rush spots, crush plots, then hide out in the Marriot
Cops get shot for trying to break up minor scuffles in parking lots
A vision of in the war prison
Held up convicts with ice picks
The lights go out, G's was stabbing his shit
I chopped a rapper from excellence to his back hatch
Windpipes get cracked
Flashbacks attacked like seven maniacs with wooden bats
Daily evidence I erase, can't be traced by jakes
Nucleic ****** from the mind penetrate the star gate
MC's found chopped up and thrown in lakes
In all fifty-two states, I did it with the help of escape inmates

[pre-thought process]

...CRAZY, lyrical lord.

Run up ina rave, shield n sword

Jokes

I'd love to see any grime MC go up against RZA or Jehst

[von]

Just thought i shud bring that in here. Not exactly a great lyric, but jus popped into my head when i saw the thread title.

[automat3000]

Kane doin what he does best:

Well its the kane in the flesh
Of course Im fresh
Oh you thought that I was rotten?
Huh, I beg your pardon
To me getting paid and getting busy fall together
So a man of my ambiance...never!
Could I be weak, why Im rather unique
I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique
That I be using and not many can manage
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical, mystical, very artistical
Giving party people something funky to listen to
Thats why the other mcs cant swing long
I stomp them out just like I was king kong
Stepping on roaches, I get ferocious
Supercalifragalisticexpealidocious
I go on and on and on and
Until the bright shirley murdock morning
Cause imma pimp, hear the primp, yes the emp-
Eror, bringing much terror in your era
I ready, willing and Im able, so bust a move
Never use a barbershop I got my homeboy Smooth
Cooling out with the clippers right around the way
To keep my fresh cameo cut every day
Like that yall, its like that yall
Its like thata-the-that, its like that yall
Cause Im the prosecutor taking a stand
And, Im cross-examining you my man
The judge and jury, releasing my fury
The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry
You see, the name Kane is superior to many people
It means king asiatic nobodys equal
I hate to brag, but damn Im good
And if mics were a gun, Id be clint eastwood
And if rap was a game, Id be mvp
Most valuable poet on the m-i-c
Or if rap was a school, Id be the principal
Aw fuck it, the kane is invincible
To be specific, I may die one day
But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic
Its a certain special skill that takes much practice
I got it good, apparently you lack this
So in turn, sit back and learn
Listen close, this is for your own concern
Let me show you exactly how its properly done
Lights, camera, action!
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo afro, virgo, domino, I go rambo
Gigolo, romeo, friday night spend money on a ho-
Tel, to get a good nights sleep
Im keeping in step
Now do I come off?
Yep.

[diss04]

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his ******'ll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
(Humming)
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

from the song 'Accordion' from the Madvillain album w/ Madlib

[pre-thought process]

Just thought i shud bring that in here. Not exactly a great lyric, but jus popped into my head when i saw the thread title.

Fair play Von. You could believe Titch lived his lyrics. Can't say that about many grime MC's.

[pre-thought process]

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his Successful Black men'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
(Humming)
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

from the song 'Accordion' from the Madvillain album w/ Madlib

I was wondering when Doom would come in. Man's on another level, still.

Who knows about Holocaust:

[Holocaust]
Undead creatures are immune to sleep spells, he hath given to the poor
We clash driven to the core, surely he shall not be moved forever
Clever, a samurai lost his eye, in a time
The giant object flashed across the sky
It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar
The blast detroyed whole villages, a wonderous galore
And blackened the circle of ground, forty miles wide, many years later
Some kept it alibi, unkind, the styles, comes and challenge mine
It is still a mystery, mysteries of this type occur from time to time
Who would believe it, you see a car scoping approaching from the rear
But when you check your mirror again before changing lanes
You no longer see it, from the sanitarium, a form of malaria
Killed half of all the people who lived on Earth
Sick bed written curse, brick dead risen church
Ghost and spirits roam the world on the night of October 31st
Some door gunner hearse, ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes
My style is atmosphered and thanks, the devil may can
The warrior's prayer, that back to the future galorian flare
From the duel edge deadpool, severed, never bled
Panamonium there, simply the radio was invented and crashed

[diss04]

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his Successful Black men'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
(Humming)
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

from the song 'Accordion' from the Madvillain album w/ Madlib

I was wondering when Doom would come in. Man's on another level, still.

Who knows about Holocaust:

[Holocaust]
Undead creatures are immune to sleep spells, he hath given to the poor
We clash driven to the core, surely he shall not be moved forever
Clever, a samurai lost his eye, in a time
The giant object flashed across the sky
It exploded near the river, with a thunderous roar
The blast detroyed whole villages, a wonderous galore
And blackened the circle of ground, forty miles wide, many years later
Some kept it alibi, unkind, the styles, comes and challenge mine
It is still a mystery, mysteries of this type occur from time to time
Who would believe it, you see a car scoping approaching from the rear
But when you check your mirror again before changing lanes
You no longer see it, from the sanitarium, a form of malaria
Killed half of all the people who lived on Earth
Sick bed written curse, brick dead risen church
Ghost and spirits roam the world on the night of October 31st
Some door gunner hearse, ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes
My style is atmosphered and thanks, the devil may can
The warrior's prayer, that back to the future galorian flare
From the duel edge deadpool, severed, never bled
Panamonium there, simply the radio was invented and crashed

sadly, never heard of the guy. i'll keep a beady one out for him

[deamonds]

That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
(Humming)

are you fucking sicck

are you actually joking me...biggup you diss...

[diss04]

That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
(Humming)

are you fucking sicck

are you actually joking me...biggup you diss...

lol wow thats almost sig worthy

[automat3000]

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his Successful Black men'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
(Humming)
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

from the song 'Accordion' from the Madvillain album w/ Madlib

What does all that shit even mean?? I've never got these supposed "underground" rappers speaking in code. Call me stupid but I prefer my mc's chatting real shit you can actually understand... and that actually flow to the beat.

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof ****** I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin ****** like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

[datura]

I do think sometimes Doom's flow and voice mask the fact that half the stuff he spits is nonsense, but it sounds like cool nonsense

[diss04]

What does all that shit even mean?? I've never got these supposed "underground" rappers speaking in code. Call me stupid but I prefer my mc's chatting real shit you can actually understand... and that actually flow to the beat.

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof successful black man I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin Successful Black men like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

anyone who has read my posts in this thread knows that i am a nas fan (especially before he dropped the nasty) but, while not as 'out there' as DOOM, Nas's lyrics aren't exactly all straightforward shit, you know?

[diss04]

I do think sometimes Doom's flow and voice mask the fact that half the stuff he spits is nonsense, but it sounds like cool nonsense

lol this.

[automat3000]

Hey I just noticed '******' has been replaced by 'successful black men' in that Nas verse. WTF?