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

I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I'M GOIN
BUT I'MA SEND YOU THERE FIRST
AND WIT THE SHIT THAT I BE DOIN
I'MA SEND YOU THERE WORSE

So I went hard like Medusa starin' at me
I told her let's go let's blow this lame nigga factory

On her mattress bed her sex was just wild
Gave me backwards head, yeah, exorcist style

Step six.....mmmmmmmmmmm... it's kinda tricky
Don't forget that I'm motherfuckin' chickenshit!

Yeah

"So eeney meeney miney mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's about to flow"
-Fu Shcnickens

'I ain’t about givin niggas a chance
And I still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance
-MOP

Sooo many more, but I need time to think, reminisce!

I'll make a muscle
grab the mic and hustle

He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a muhfuckin' problem
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?

worst rhetorical question ever

Worse than, "Why they come up with the witness protection?"

At least it's possible to understand what that one is talking about. This sounds like Harry Potter kids reading from a joke book.

fake niggaz get flipped
in mic fights i swing swords and cut clown
shit is too swift to bite and record - write it down
i flow like the blood on a murder scene
like a syringe on some wild out shit to insert a fiend

haha, i heart Oilyrags.

It's kind of nice being hopelessly out of touch. Try it sometime.

i was being super serial. there is no try. only do. i was super late to the Wayne love-in. i'm not a card carrying Weezy-jockholding club member. but sometimes his delivery reels me in like a goon at a gun store.

I can't take too much of him is all. He's sorta like Redman or Busta or Canibus - fine for a guest appearance, great punchlines, but kind of a doofus and a whole song is kinda pushing it.

Agreed. "A Milli" is one of the lone exceptions for me. i called him my favorite dumb rapper & someone nearly slapped me.
my favorite Canibus song was that one at the beginning of his second album that's just like a ton of sampled couplets laid on top of each other. i could post from that track over & over on this thread, basically.

"only thing I turn down is my collar - and it's subject to poppin'"

I was dehydrated 'til the beat vibrated
I was revived as soon as this bitch gyrated
them hips and lick them lips, and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

er, licked

You be frontin' like you got a bunch of chicks UH!
You be at home nigga, beating yo' dick UH!
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist UH!
You at the bar whoadie, drinkin' my piss UH!

The rumors that you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn bystander

I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest
Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW
Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers
Then of course, the choice is yours

if you want it come and get it, you know I stay superstraight
ran up in my spot, so now I'm workin at the super 8
know you niggas hungry, come and get a superplate
yall sing happy birthday, yeah I got the supercake
hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some superbait

Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son
Do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun Tzu?

I hate motherfuckers claimin' that they holdin' bank
But steady talkin' shit in the holdin' tank.

i always heard that as "we can battle for cash and see who's son's who"

Sixteen is when I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in your face can you hear that bitch scream?

i always heard that as "we can battle for cash and see who's son's who"

-- M@tt He1ges0n, Tuesday, August 19, 2008 5:21 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Link

Sonned? explain is that new slang like derived from "We can battle for cash and see who's son's who?"
-- M@tt He1geson (Matt Helgeson), Wednesday, July 21, 2004 4:08 PM (4 years ago) Bookmark Link

hahahahaha

could be either, but I like my interpretation better

back on 04 i wasn't up on all this jive

I'm from the southside of chi, man the hood show me love
flippin' at the grammys with the michael jackson gloves

I can talk about guns, go out smack some nuns
Then flip and do a song with country music and shit

you kick the wack style and claim to have brains
take the funky drummer and give him back to james

but i ain't got no time for the sad songs
my harmonica is empty
i'm just trying to get ahead
monica lewinsky

son ya is featherweight
my gunshots'll make ya levitate

You gotta go to court ha
You got served a subpeona for child support ha
That was that nerve ha

Fuck it yo, I bucked him son cuz he was on some stupid shit
Thinking he the real thing when he was just a duplicate

whole clique iphones
nigga get ya shine on

lol

I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
With the AK-quatro-siete or the microphone in hand

I got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky-freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro

Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me
My Timbs start feelin' like they Nike Airs on me

my belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way

now im trying to hold my pants up and my hammer too!

if you sell drugs in a school zone

but right now mine is whatever couplet ends with inside fish sticks outside tartar sauce

cuz that is jeenyus

weird "run" remix from an old j-love mixtape
http://www.zshare.net/download/187313691c1dca02/

and no i don't mean this jlove, "where Jewish love begins!"