random lyrics apreciation thread

[NoSaidDate420]

this is for that one line, 16 bar verse or hook that gets stuck in your head, maybe it's your favorite verse of the year, decade, or maybe just of the moment.

me this morning...i woke up thinkin...for some reason:

power to the peso off cappadonna's "the struggle"....s. childs killz is @ the end:

We killas as sharp as knives
Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer
Got my own killa slang and dancers
Certain hammers for certain circumstances
These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean?
I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans
No handouts, stay earnin' mine
The hood hate to see a nigga shine and now I know
That a ho gon' always be a ho
And 23's can't fit on a '98 Tahoe
And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo
The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow
My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo
The feds could of never caught 'Cino
P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the Peso nigga!!!!

[Guarded By Martyrs]

I often get "Holocaust Darts" stuck in my head...
Heres one I had earlier today :

"Never will concede, just work hard, determined
Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German...
Spanish, French, African...Oriental and Russian
Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion
Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti
Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti
Over night camping trip, foes will disappear
Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered"

Hahahaha...SICKNESS^

[Luz]

What Holocaust track is that from?

[NoSaidDate420]

recently i've been listening to a lot of killarmy. specifically, dirty weaponry. here is a standout verse from holocaust on "bastard swordsman."

Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee
Fought wars for centuries, my wounds bled Killa Beez
Roam the battlesight, word shatter mics, I've had a tragic life
blood splatter nice, cattle like, live on a sattelite
Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins
the child who floated in the air lock without oxygen
For seventeen years all I learned was profanity
Graduated from the academy of insanity
Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise
I'm hideous glance and gouge out ya own eyes
West Coast vet, grotesque, keep flows wet
Bury you and some in Norweiga wit a broke neck
Wu-Tang, seven death blows, explore the globe
Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose
The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic
Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-skeptic
Anorexic, war machine, depressed, drunken mess
Learn from the best, snatchin ya fossil from ya flesh
Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranian
Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium
Gyros hung, blood and oil flow as one
Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue
The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong
Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong


and for the record, the following guest spot on bobby digital in stereo is my personal favorite holocaust dart:

You've fallen down an endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach devourin' Guinness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased, kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste ya peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name
Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard all your seeds'll be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastard's masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump-ass niggaz, eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier, used for my hideout
Rock crush a German Suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the Ave
Or your lab get stabbed and bloodied bad
While I'm sippin' herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts, rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck too my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin' Razor CD's like Ninja Stars


illest line imo: i break it down simply im horrifyingly empty YEAH!

[the silencer]

i listened to Supreme Clientele for an entire week last week (or was it 2 weeks ago?...i forget) and that joint is a lyrical anvil to the skull..

Too advanced, Digi stance
make the cd enhance, i move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form, with the beez they swarm
......
See the logo? A monument in hip hop
carved out in a giant landscape of broken rocks
whether heard in herb spots, juke box, or malt shops
uncut live, drop 85 wit one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road, the great length u find it too long to measure
MY CLAN A MAKE ME RHYME LIKE D. BANNER UNDER PRESSURE
no surprise, double-disc touch 5, those elements
kept environments colonized
With the high-flyin death defying flow like the Rebel
Right there, but ya one light year
from my level...



such a memorable verse...


and of course there's many more from Ghost but i'm at work and don't wanna keep typing rap verses out right now.....

[JerseyIronman]

Ghost verse on Buck 50

WORD.. ITS ME YA'LL..
We at 2 six's flirtin with bitches
What baby? my name is ghost
Dont get caught up in my chains, or the words that I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin' since "grease"

hes got crazy flow on this song

[NoSaidDate420]

^^^ word up. right now i'm spinnin this:

ghost's feature on La The Darkman's heist of the century,

Young Gods when you shoot them guns you kill sons
Then get sent to the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and fuck a chick
Can't now, son, I'm bein hit by a bullet

2 bad ghost didnt get a verse on it, but to make up for it 12 o'clock merks it in the following verse....

Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool
Keep your cool feds be knockin on the door soon
Said they heard about that cat you murdered in the pool room
You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Wake Water do 'em on him
Jet skiied on 'em then flew around corner on 'em
4 o'clock in the morning I threw the ski mask on 'em
My little man's on the corner when I plant it on 'em
357 slug nosin on 'em, some bitches that was buggin for him you know 'em
Some bitches problem still be holdin
When it's 25 years on 'em they growin
Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it
12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it and niggaz don't want it

ill track. i always throw in into random mixes.

[Hollow Dartz]

I like this line on Pasiely Dartz by Ghost "Ass as fat as my bosses wife" LOL I wonder how Jay-Z Felt about that..

[NoSaidDate420]

^^^^ yeah and everything that follows that line is rewind material - im talking about the part that's like life's a b - bently and big bills bottles buscuits...ect...ect...ball games blasted fuckit my balls blew!

it's that hype ghost that i like the most.

[Guarded By Martyrs]

What Holocaust track is that from?

Midnight In The Garden Of Good

[the silencer]

rhymes is made of garlic
never in the target when the narcs hit

[Hollow Dartz]

I fucks with Rza's verse on Killa Beez...he be spitting then at the very end he throws in some science....

[NoSaidDate420]

im on a liquid swords binge right now - here is the meth feature on shadowboxin....rewind button material -

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Talkin out your assHOLE
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya

[Hollow Dartz]

^^^That whole verse is my ringtone when people send me text messages.

[Guarded By Martyrs]

"Higher Learning Burnig Ask Vernon"