MC REN:

Now one night night I was at a drive-in
And a car full of niggaz straight drove in
I thought they wuz commin' to start trouble but no
Five niggaz in the back it was de neighborhood ho'
Now what do you expect they're gonna dogg her like a doggy
Thirty minutes later and the windowz are all foggy
And I'm off in my car havin' a fit' cuz de bitch that I'm with
Sayz no fuckin' on the 1st date shit
Now I'm like - Damn! I wish I was in the bucket
To be with 6 niggaz with the ho' and I can fuck it
So I told de ho' I was with that I'm goin' to de snack bar -
And got de fuck out de car.
Went to the bucket and I looked through the window
It was some niggaz that I knew they let me in yo
And my turn was like next
I could'nt see a face, all I saw was de pussy and the chest
I wanted to see the face, I felt the order
Peep over the seat - OH SHIT! it's the preacher's doughter!
And she's only 14 and a ho'
But the bitch sucks dick like a specialized pro
She looked at me, I was surprised
But was it passin' up the chance of my dick gettin' backtide
I told the bitch to do it quick :
"You little ho' hurry up and suck my dick!"


Ghostface:

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Hey, let's go!
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, floors look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit


fav verse this year. jeezy chomps all over jay on a rick ross remix. lays flat on paper. but goddamn, so much reach in the delivery. he's reachin the starrrrs

MF Doom - Mr. Clean (verse 3)

What you thought ya' darn skeezer?
The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer
True man of leisure, she must've caught amnesia
Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar
He was known for his thick skin
Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in
Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot
Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots
Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe
Jiggy hoe, who don't know as much as she think she know
One week she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo'
Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough
Then she kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine
Twist the green, it's laced with antihistamine
Enough to make you make your face like Mr. Bean
V hit the scene like: "Fuck it, give me a Mr. Clean"

I should edit mine, cos I just copied/pasted from a lyrics site, and like half of its wrong.

That Ren verse just cracks me up, tho.

Hey Aimmar, you got a YSI on that Ricky Ross? I heard it on the radio, but I'd like to be able to bump that bitch.

Thanks pal, I knew I could count on ya!

[Jay-Z]

Whether we dribble out this motherfucker
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing
Motherfucker, damn
Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride
Through the sky I
Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we
All poor getting high I
seen the worst of the worst, I deserve every blessing
I received I'm from the dirt I
planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park
Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and
Still I grew, some how I knew the sun will shine through
And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn

Ice cube

Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that's dippin
Sippin on Courvoisier
Goddamn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin aint easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it's done
Sounds bumpin
Ain't that sumthin?
Jumped on the 110
She's flyin in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain't gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won't flex
Til it's time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
Cause you know a nigga like me
Is down for whatever

HUSTLE REAL HARD, HUSTLE REAL HARD. Jeezy puts it DOWN!

MC Ice-T > Reckless [verses 1-5]

Once upon a time a DJ's task
Was just to play records, what more could you ask?
But then came remixes, scratching and cuts
Which was too much for many, drove some DJ's nuts
But the DJ named Glove has reigned supreme
As the turntable wizard of the hip-hop scene
So listen to him, check him out, but remember this
When The Glove's on the wheels of steel he's Reckless

This high-powered music is truly unique
As The Glove cuts the rhythm to the hip-hop beat
He moves like a madman as he spins his disc
He's the number one scratcher on the DJ list, he's Reckless

Now I've seen DJ's, too many to name
Some gained recognition and even fame
But when you talk of MC's, Ice-T is the best
And when you talk of DJ's, forget the rest, Glove's Reckless

So listen very closely as The Glove throws down
He cuts like a razor to the big beat sound
Dave's layin' down a groove that we know you'll like
With The Glove on the turntables and Ice-T on the mic, we're Reckless

So listen to the music, let your mind feel free
Realize you're with the master G-L-O-V-E
Dave and MC Ice-T, you know you're with the best
Because when we're in the mix you know the groove is fresh
and Reckless, Reckless, Reck-Reck-Re-Reckless

gaptooth in her mouth so my dick's GOTSTA fit!

Jay-Z - 'Dead Presidents II'

Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow
like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's
to change your life huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus
Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done
Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual
Bla-ouw!

Wu Tang Clan - 'Triumph' > Inspectah Deck's verse

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

this one still makes me lauh when it gets to the breast-eses part


Pharoahe Monch - 'Simon Says'


(Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your ridin the train or in Lexus-es
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point

ultramagnetic mc's watch me now

kool keith
Well I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better, but some don't believe me though
But I'm a pro in hot material
on your Walkman, Box or any stereo
Uno, dos not quatro
Spanish girls, they like to call me Pancho
On the mic, innovating this pat-ter-en
You fell off, your brain is on Sa-tur-en
Take steps, and climb my ladder-and
climb... climb, climb
Pace the rhythm, and clock the time
that I leave, come back on beat
Different, telling and selling
Like a Skyjet, plane propelling
but dwelling, deep in your skull
My rhyme shines, and yours is dull
like dirt, it hurt to be wacker
But instead, I'll grab a big stack of
wack MC's, lay em down like tile
Scrap and garbage, germs I'll pile
to keep clean, I'm a movie scene
Ears turn, and needles lean
to cut scratches, in a part that matches
I'm leavin eyes, and brains with patches
Stuck, so push my luck
For any roach, or MC duck
Just watch me

grand puba - step to the rear

Yo Stud, bust it...
Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.
Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.
Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.
There's no need to try to diss the swinger,
baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.
The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,
you try to step to this? It's void!
A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,
gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.
Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,
it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.
Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,
with the papes that I made from this trade.
So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips
if you wanna cash in on the wins.
Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...
("And you know what?")

("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!")
("I've got a song to sing") ("Here we go")
("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!")

Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.
She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.
Before I have to play her is a foul way,
and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.
Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.
Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.
From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,
even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.
If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,
smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.
So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.
Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.
But I'm looooong...I'm like Stretch Armstrong,
I go, on and on and on and on.
Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.
Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.
Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...
but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.
Arise to respond for the Max-well,
ask well, hell, it don't even matter.
Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.
"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter."
You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.
The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.
Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.
But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.
You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.
Foes and hoes, good riddance.
Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.
I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,
Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)
Reel and reel and soul to soul.
Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.
It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,
I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.
And ya don't stop...
("Okay everybody")...now I'm-a end it like this:
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,
caught her on looker, know where I took her,
to the short stay, around my way,
and like Monie say, "it was the perfect way".
I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord"
Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.
From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,
and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.
See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.
If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,
then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.
So see you brothers later, time to motivate.
Yeah, now bust it...

I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,
Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who
pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...

Andre 3000 Verse on Goodie Mob - Black Ice

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woods
Ain't a thing could explain what pertains
to cocaine it's a stain that rain
See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change
Then they steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature dives
November just died, December's alive
Thus it ain't no typical ride
Just individual's way to bring home
the bacon when bacon was all gone
Makin it our own, takin me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-no's
No you ain't solo, it's even lower levels you can go
Take sun people, put 'em in a land of snow

We got the Refugee All-Stars, rubba-dubbin in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Praswel
Nahmean, the streets are gettin a little crazy
Looka, looka, looka, looka,...
Look a here
Look at shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance, hold on
There's too many in her wolfpack
And beside, dirty cats talkin to her
Buying her fake furs, and taking her to the fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his Benz
She spends his Franklins, hit the malls wit her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's alright, cause it's Saturday night
So Mr. Funkmaster, pump the Bee Gee's
And all you college students playing Ouija's
Check the spelling, R-E-F-U-G-E
E, get the CD from Sam Goody (heheh)
You ain't even close with the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat
Ugh-huh, ugh-huh, John Forte
Grab the microphone and sway it this way

I'm more than just a rhymer
Used to live small timer
Hopin' that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tangoed, your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangos, in Trinidad, wit attorney's
My crew slang flow worldwide like a current
Went to every spot, where nobody got insurance
Brotha doin' the math, you ain't half near exotic
My man's claim true, you forget about it
Hup-ho just the new samps, like my inflluence
Wild recognized, you a lie tryna do it
Got juice, told ya lady; Oops! me nuts baby
Smooth and charismatic, automatic you gon' save me
God bless the dead, as my son survive
We strive to teach the youth baby, and stay alive
We live, we live, we live,...

Refugee Camp, next baby
John Forte, yo watch your ladies
Watch your ladies, ha
Especially around dirty cats
Yo, if you got more than a dollar in your pocket
Right now, put your hands up

Yo, yo, well you can tell by the way I roll shorty
That I'm a lady's man, a business man
Condos down the shore, multi-million pension plan
But it ain't in my plan to make moves without the fam
I keep it in tack, yo Clef, do the track
John, play the mack, while I pay the tax
Business as usual, watchin suspects
Still my assets, get cut wit Gillettes
We built this concept, connect like Ninex
Drinks at the bar, on my American Express

Yo I cook up cook up
The copper pull up pull up
Then my cuff up cuff up you, who's calling bluff
Now you shook up, shook up
Cause you lap up lap up
When I love up love up you; who's calling bluf

Hey yo, John is chillin; dirty cats dealin
What more can I say, we livin'
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood, we be

Stayin Alive
Live at the carnival, 9-7 till infinity, ha
Refugee All-Stars
Can't stop the shinin' (3x)
You can't stop the shinin'
You wanna stop the shinin' (4x)
Can't stop the shinin' (2x)
Yo.

Nice call

Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.
Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...

LOL

[Fabolous]

Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in
Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy
Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats
I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's
You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh

Going back to the old school...

Doug E. Fresh "The Show"

D = Doug E Fresh
R = MC Ricky D (aka Slick Rick)
B = Both
G = Get Fresh Crew

Intro

Ladies and Gentleman...the most exciting stage show you've ever
witnessed...appearing live...Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew.

Verse 1

R: Excuse me Doug E Fresh...
D: Yes!
R: Have you ever seen a show with fellas on the mic
with one minute rhymes that don't come out right
They bite
D: They never write
R: That's not polite. Am I lyin'?
D: No, you're quite right
R: Well tonight on this very mic you're about to hear
B: We swear, the best darn rappers of the year
R: So!
D: So!
R: Cheerio!
D: Yell...
R: Scream...
B: Bravo! Also, if you didn't know this is called The Show

Verse 2

R: A-yo, Doug
D: What?
R: Put ya Bally's on
D: Yo, Rick, I was about to but I need a shoehorn
R: Why?
D: Because these shoes always hurt my corns
R: Six minutes...six minutes...six minutes Doug E Fresh, you're on
Uh uh on, Uh uh on, Uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Uh uh on, Uh uh on, Uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Ooh ooh ooh, uh uh on

D: Here we go...
G: Here we go...
D: Come on...
G: Come on...
D: A-here we go...
G: Here we go...
D: Come on...
G: Come on...

D: Yo! Where's Will and Barr?
R: Well I don't know, they're late
Told em them the time...oh, I forgot the date
D: Man you did it again, oh no!
G: No, here we go, come on
Here we go, come on
Here we go, did we miss the show?
D: Nuh, nuh na nana no we didn't
R: Word
D: Nuh nana nana nana, no we didn't
R: W-w-w-Word
D: No we didn't
R: Well don't get us wrong
'Scuse me Doug E, 'Scuse me Doug E,
'Scuse me Doug E Fresh, you're on
Uh uh on...

Verse 3

D: Well it started up on 8th Avenue
When I made up the name called the...
G: Get Fresh Crew!
D: It was me, my two DJ's Chill Will and Barry B
and my right hand man Ricky D
I used to rap and sing, makes sounds and things
And for example, here's a telephone ring...

R: Hello? Is Doug E Fresh in?
D: No, he's not in right now

D: But anyway, no more delay
Just check out the new style I display
Now ya gotta be (fresh)
To rock with (fresh)
And I'm D.O.U.G.I.E (fresh)
And I'm known for the... [fx: Doug E style beatbox]
Not for the... [fx: Fat Boys style beatbox]
The human beatbox or the entertainer
No other title could fit me plainer
In a passing generation I am a remainer
And I'm also known as the beatbox trainer
Cashin' checks, make sound FX
And after I finish rockin' Slick Rick is on next
R: Ya know it
D: Slick Rick...
R: Well, here's a little somethin' that needs to be heard
Doug, I was goin' Downtown
D: Word Rick?
R: Word
D: Sure
R: All alone, no-one to be with
Stepped on the D-train at 205th
I saw a pretty girl
D: So?
R: So I sat beside her
Then she went [fx: roar] like she was Tony the Tiger
I said, oh no, there's been a mistake
Honey, my name's Slick Rick not Frostie Flakes
D: Oh, golly wally
R: She was raisin' hell
She said, oh my name is Maggie but call me Michelle
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont, tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
Bust a move, we show and prove
A-yo Doug, do that record Jam on the Groove

Outro

D: As you can see, most definitely
We are (fresh)
Chill Will (fresh)
Barry B is (fresh)
Ricky D is (fresh)
And I am, the Original Human Beatbox
The Entertainer, Doug E.... (Fresh

Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties
New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated
Phased from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
Style's greater, let my lyrics annoint
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Fuck it I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
(Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your ridin the train or in Lexus-es
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky
The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties
I said, rub on your titties!
New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru, get the fuck up!
Shaolin, get the fuck up!
Long Isle, get the fuck up!
Worldwide, get the fuck up!