Best lyrics in the past 5 years...
Mr. Casual
953 Posts
talkin' full song... not just one verse.. all though I would like to have thoughts on that if you got them. ok here it goes........................................................................................................................................................................................................................Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick fasterThat'd be the hour they knock the slick blasterDick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughterA gun fight and they come to cut the mixmasterI-C-E cold, nice to be oldY2G steed twice to threefoldHe sold scrolls, lo and beholdKnow who's the illest ever like the greatest story toldKeep your glory, gold and glitterFor have half of his niggaz'll take him out the pictureThe other half is rich and don't mean shit-taVillain a mixture between both with a twist of liquorChase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dareWhen he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'It's like they know what's 'bout to happenJust keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear itAnd can they testify from inner spiritIn living, the true godsGivin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broadsGot more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'And he hold the mic and your attention like two swordsOr even one with two blades on itHey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on itIt's like the end to the meansFucked type of message that sends to the fiendsThat's why he brings his own needlesAnd get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..Slip like FreudianYour first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion(Humming)When he had the mic you don't go nextLeaving pussy cats like wild hoes need KotexExercise index won't need BoflexAnd won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex Accordian: DOOM 
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"Drop outta high school and be my drug mule!"
"Heaven's only a moustache away"
The Joint Chiefs...2005
[Cam'Ron]
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, Levitan
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"
WRAPPED IN VOLVOS
Times UP!
You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
"Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick
(from the song _Hey Young World_)
Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
"Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick
(from the song _Hey Young World_)