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

dro— you know them rims i ride on be knee high
i be hurtin niggas so bad it make me cry

This shit is ridiculous, unacceptable
I hope it's acceptable if I don't be respectable

stay strapped and can't wait to push a nigga face back
#1 on 106 and still rob a race track

My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it

If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying
Young-ass niggas 22 and talkin bout they retiring

got some better hoes now, boat load of money
think my bentley got a cold cuz my paint so runny

^dope

Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
as I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard

also

white watch, jewish
tall guap, ewing

Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it

got some better hoes now, boat load of money
think my bentley got a cold cuz my paint so runny

― SB Idiot (k3vin k.), Saturday, July 25, 2009 11:40 PM (3 days ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

real talk i thought this was a gucci lyric until i remembered -- he was def a ugk fan

^^ - i think one of the things that endeared noz to gucci even when he was on "the guy would be better as part of a group tip!" was that he was always humble in interviews and always talking about elder dudes

what I do want is for you punks to pay attention
ain't nothin wrong with that kiddie shit but this what's been missin

my swisha sweet cigarillo got purple all in the middle
your bitch be having her nipples all on my face and my pillows

so you the illest nigga in Nebraska?
hell naw, it's the master, #16 party crasher

dope line, hadnt heard that song since i was probably 16 but i remembered it was meth

half the clique look like they stuck genesis up
the other half wrappin they sentences up

wayne's gettin money like damon and keenan
try to take it from me and i'm aimin' and beamin'
bangin' and leavin'
stains on the cement
slide the crackers somethin' so they tame the policemen

― Jordan Sargent, Thursday, July 26, 2007 3:36 AM (2 years ago) Bookmark

^^^^

Who am I? I am the poetical pastor;
Slave to a label but I own my masters.
Still get it poppin' without artist and repertoire,
'Cause Monch is a monarch only minus the A&R.

Gotta wax a sucker or else it gets boring
Just like some people need their coffee in the morning

properly address a hater
left him on a respirator
brain dead, in a bed, line stay vegetative

HATERS WISH THEY COULD
FEEL THE WOOD IN MY 83
RIDIN WIT NO TINT
SO THE MOTHERFUCKAZ KNOW IT'S ME

See, Martell Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the dope d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemonhead delight
That's where you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Lifestyle's exquisite
Yayo like a blizzard
Equire attire
Standin' on ground with one pivot

I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and you knew where to put it

Like Noah I get twos of yous and you get pretty d
But I'll call your ass round 8 cause I know you'll be there for me girl

HATERS WISH THEY COULD
FEEL THE WOOD IN MY 83
RIDIN WIT NO TINT
SO THE MOTHERFUCKAZ KNOW IT'S ME

― & they talked about "fucking a behive", literally, 4 times (Whitey on the Moon), Wednesday, August 19, 2009 11:11 PM (3 days ago) Bookmark

this is dope

The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a BEANIE
She thought we was some motherfuckin genies

It's kinda hard comin' outta Alabama
You don't realize you slow til you outta Alabama

Three cars, clown - chevy, 'lac, and a donk
The pos stop me cause they think I move the trap in my trunk
The only thing in there is a mac, a pump
And jumper cables case of anybody wants to get crunk

Still slingin', got a crew
They break his mom's furniture, watchin' Comic View

"As a music dude mastered this Rubik's cube
Godzilla fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
[...]
Pops puffin his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychos, killas"

Nas' 2nd childhood is full of 'em. 9th Wonder's remix is really good too, he speeds it up and makes Nas sound young, fitting the reminiscence vibe.

i sit alone in my 4 cornered room starin at hammers
ready to go bananas
2 vests on me, 2 techs, extra clips on me
i know my mind aint playin tricks on me -B. Sigel

imo the only effective invocation of "Mind Playing Tricks" ever recorded

all about my money, sunglasses armani
bout to holla at this bitch who look like gwen stefani

isn't it "starin at handles"? xp

ahaha i just listened again, u rite. hoos actin foolish.

goin' uptown, singin the songs that be hittin
i'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when i'm shittin
-masta ace

mind's playing tricks on u xp

You were Romeo/You were throwin' shapes
And my daddy said/"Stay away from Julie, Bapes"

After the hotel we migrate up to the lab
To make a beat with Saadiq and eat some lobster and crab

but now i'ma deal with it, get my heat and kill with it
i'm droppin any nigga in the way of my meal ticket

Listen how they word it, be observant
Then house negro; today, civil servant

five hundred-somethin dollars layin right there in the street
huh now let's try an get somethin to eat

Still smoking, still drinking
I'm leanin' on the Lincoln 4AM, thinking

Lifestyle's exquisite
Yayo like a blizzard
Equire attire
Standin' on ground with one pivot

― cheddar burress (M@tt He1ges0n), Thursday, August 20, 2009 1:48 PM (1 month ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

gotta be 'acquire attire'

on that note,

get together like a choir / to acquire what we desire

now you know it's lil weezy off the heezy, believe me, whoa
hot like pepper slidin out the kompressor slow

red bezel on my jacob looking like a sliced tomato
fuck a hater i blow acres of jamaica in decatur

that line's been on mind all week

Get way in the back of the truck/motherfuck
You fell off like a helmet/you outta ya element

WHO THE FLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUCK! WANT! WHAT!
Catch Bleek in South Beach outta the reach of the police