I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you don’t stop the rock It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Was that a test?
No what you hear is he’s rappin to the beat.
I’ve always thought this was a pretty good one:
real G’s move in silence like lasagna
I don’t get it. What is lasagna, here?
The “G” in “Lasagna” is silent
Sure, but what does lasagna have to do with being silent?
It’s a metaphor.
The “g” is silent in the pronunciation of lasagna.
This gives the meaning that “real gangsters” operate silently.
OH! Wow did I whoosh myself there. Thanks for the friendly clarification!
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Popping off the top of this esophagus Rocking this metropolis I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that perchance?
You can’t just say “perchance”.
STOP.
…Steve. >.>
This was my first thought too lol
On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I’m back where my brother went, that’s what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile. Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say?
-MF Doom, Doomsday
I really love the wordplay with his government name ‘Dumile’ having a double meaning of ‘Doom’ll lay’. There are a bunch of other MF Doom lyrics in contention for goat status, in my opinion.
Rip
“Lookie here, it’s just the way the cookie tear, prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle, rookie year.” -Great Day
DOOMS lyrics are insane.
fuckin magnets how do they work?
I like big butts and I cannot lie
Or
when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung
Really that whole song is a masterpiece.
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
fuck tha police
“I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses can’t define how I be dropping these mockeries”
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I don’t know if it’s the best of all time, but I really enjoy this from Common ('Sixth Sense’):
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one’s perspective?
Though some of that shit y’all pop true it, I ain’t relating
If I don’t like it, I don’t like it, that don’t mean that I’m hatingAny couplet from Warren G’s Regulate.
sixteen in the clip and one in the hole, nate dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
they droppin and yellin, it’s a tad bit late; nate dogg and warren g had ta regulate…
One for the money, two for the better green
3,4 Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
that’s ecstatic
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
Lil Wayne is a goddamn genius. That whole song, honestly.
It drops deep as it does in my breath. I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
I’m sorry, Puff, but I don’t give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I’d still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain’t mine—what’s my name?
