Your Favorite Rap Couplets of the Moment, You Contrarian-Ass Mutha!

well I suppose he could toss a few coats of paint on Jackie Mason...

you know i got a vendetta even though i been better
left em in the cold with a thin sweater

mustard mustard mustard mayo,
odd gram gang, music and yayo

go head, stupid n----s go and fuck with them chicks
i'm the third little piggy, I'ma fuck with them bricks

--killa cam

i couldn't remember which UGK song had this line in it

Bust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sink
And buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn chink

So I googled "the goddamn chink" and Google knew exactly wanted I wanted and even provided me a fucking iLike link. Thank you Google.

what a magical world where I can type "the goddamn chink" into a box and A SONG APPEARS

thank u search god

I study and read while peeps sleep,
My motto is "conquer, win, succeed and repeat"
Got no time to piss, moan, cry
Them niggas whine like Moscato; bitch I'm on mine
My whole grind on full throttle, I don't slow down
I'd rather crash than come in last
If you ain't mastering yourself then how you mastering your craft?

http://www.google.com/explanation.html

I remember when niggas slung heroin up in balloons
I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons

If you ain't mastering yourself then how you mastering your craft?

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really impressed with some of the patter Brazi's got on Ear Candy; this is the entirety of his lyrics for "Killuminati"

It seem like everywhere I go they yell "Killuminati"
Old Makaveli's legacy done resurrected
In the vessel we call Luca Brazi
Who embodies something special that's refreshing in this mess we call reality
Ha, y'all really flatter me
But I'd rather see you studyin' the depth of your mind
Than focusing on hocus pocus
Goatheads and them signs
Artists be throwin' up to show they love to secret societies
They methods aren't effective until you accept them
I recall a wise man saying "Witchcraft
develops potency only when magic practices are regarded openly"
So vocalizing why you think that this musician's evil
0nly helps create fixation on what you claimin' is see-thru
See, a lot of these niggas who figger they know the whole plot
Don't really know squat
You got all the answers man? Then go and drop
Some of those sources you so forcefully push
And I need some independent research from some credible books,
Not the same doo doo spewed on YouTube by user who's who
Trying to convince me that my enemy is who they so choose
You dudes is booty
It's nobody's duty except for your own
To determine who your fire should warm and who it should scold.
So you can
Color me bad or color me good; it really don't make a difference
Don't color at all to see through the wall we call conventional living
This imprisoning prism that reflects light
So that we see each other as another and I as I.
So that we see each other as another and I as I.
So that we see each other as another and I
as I.
"I": the all encompassing
Insignificant significance that we dismiss
Until we flip a switch and CLICK the room is lit.
This pervasive face we see on a daily basis takes a back seat to the athlete,
The money and the average rapper bragging 'bout his rap sheet.
It's a calamity that we as fragments of humanity would rather trade our salaries for superficial average things,
Parading in our vanity to the same recycled anthems,
Singing: "I got all the money, guns and bitches; who can handle it?"
hey, is this reality?

pretty long couplet

shrug

maybe we could use a "Your Favorite Rap Song of the Moment's Complete Lyrics, You Completist-Ass Mutha!"

Never bite the hand that feeds you
But the rules is different when that hand that feeds you ain't got food in it

with a couple of clydesdales, sippin zinfandel
got a sack of good, take a whiff inhale

love that song so much

Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ
Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat

if my cat could swim would you call it a sea-cat?
they like WHUUUUT? repeat that

black caddy, pimp daddy mack lean
ugly in real life, handsome on a flat screen

i got two friends, girl, and they my nuts
and all my ex-girlfriends hate my guts

my mind corrupted, the first time i ever thought of crime
i thought of a rhyme
than i wrote it down
for the world, now here it is tell me how it sound

pull my dick out on oprah and be like "i gotcha bitch"
now that's real talk, not fuckin dave chapelle skits
and i betcha she be wetter than some whale piss
i stick it in her pelvis and now i'm eatin swordfish

ahah which song ?

danny brown, radio head

i need to get those bonus songs

"SOULJA BOY CHILLIN DOG, JUST GOT MY REPORT CARD / ALL F'S, TOOK IT TO THE TEACHER'S DESK /// 'THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!' "

haha i know this! i usually have no idea what you're posting about but this is class
― deej, Thursday, March 1, 2007 10:42 PM (4 years ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

looking back on this thread is lol

danny brown is disgusting

hm i should have said gross disgusting is too harsh

like moreso than UGK? i'm not seeing it

ugk are funny & don't have awful haircuts though. haven't listened to much danny brown yet but and i betcha she be wetter than some whale piss/i stick it in her pelvis and now i'm eatin swordfish is p inexcusable

pretty lol imo

super gross but thats the joke

I'm thinking bout bowls of cheery hos
cuz I want my nuts in honey

'cause if you lie and you talk a lot
people tell you to step off a lot

So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 19 bad little hos who be calling me Prince
Where the incense?

the other shot blast your clavicle
melt swiss suits and pain the avenues

paint******

this that greasy spoon rap out of anita's
with my overachievers and my over-chiefers

lovin how you look in my eyes swingin them hips when you ass
visualizin my name tattooed on that ass

been all about & landed here
beach houses with the chandeler
my & my crew, mad cans of beers

lol *pass xp

not a fave but kinda aprolols:

take a twit pic of gucci's dick
and send it as a tweet

all white beamer, but only on the outside
inside all black like teena marie

I never drink and drive
cos I might spill my drink

I failed the breathalyzer
so they took me to the clink

Tha Alkaholiks - Last Call

ha rev, what is that

na'tee

when i cut her it was butter white bitch from the gutter
had to hide you from my mother cuz you didn't have color