[reece]

yeh its crap but always cracks me up

[Flipper the Priest]

Alphabet Aerobics by Blackalicious:

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!

Neat stuff.

[Gunplay]

Nice. 2 other rappers (Kool G Rap & Saigon) made a similar concept. Though just sticking to the letter ''P'' throughout the song.

[Gun_Runner]

that song by Blackalicious is very clever....even speeds up towards the end

theres one by Masta Ace called Alphabet Soup which is similar te way it goes through the alphabet.

[Level6]

"You platium rappers should put a contract on Bill O Rielly
A black should never be afraid to kill no Nazi" - Papoose

[gari]

This one is the best ever:

I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
(AHHHHHHHH!) Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
(Mmm mm mmm!) And bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!)
That's what I said at my dad's funeral

[Magpie4eva]

Originally Posted by reece

was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic - because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna pay my car A note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)

Another Song by Afroman(cos i got high)

That is a amaxingly crap song yet he comes up with the best verse

[gari]

haha the one about make love to you and eat your pussy and jacking off lol

[Gun_Runner]

My first album had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist
many years on this professional level
why would you question who's better?
the World is still mine, tattoos real
with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
every word is like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
that came to haul y'all ass in
it's for the hood by the corner store
many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war.
get it bloody.

Nas - Got Yourself A Gun, first two lines are brill

[Gunplay]

I prefer the last verse on that one Runner. Still great.

[Henry100]

1st verse of NY State of Mind- Nas

[pokey]

this ones from Canibus

the can-i-bis brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armour
i smack bitches for tryin to suck dick through a condom!
playin wit the mic is sumthin a wont do...
ma only concern when i approach you,
is to roast you!
i'll smoke you an whoever you standin close to!
an make every man in your crew deny that he knows you!
defeatin, n*ggaz like shigual stevens (??)
puttin emcees in posititons to prevent them from breathin!
i'll make you question any and everything youve ever believed in...
buy peepin ya greatest secrets like psyche readers!
whats the matter with ya'll?
a'l splater ya'll against the mother fuckin wall
with these raw lyrics i catapault
none a ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
i go on an on like eric kabadu (??)
a hundred time nicer than the best is...
twice as arrogant as KRS is...
who wanna test this?
fuck ya'll, you dont impress me n no1 can test me...
an emcee so ill i got aids scared to catch me!
all that shit u poppin gon' stop when i put you in a headlock
n apply pressure til a crush ya mutha fukin noggin!
a grab mics n push n*ggaz to the left so fast
they hearts end up on the right side a theyre chest!
my hypothesis is that nobody can see this... lyrical genius
i got it sewed like a seamstress!
but if u wanna battle am down
if u got nine lives al take eight of em off ya hands right now!
step up n get ya neck cut from ear to ear,
if u survive you can cover your scar with a beard!
am the illest from queens to the new jerusalem bridix!
ne1 who aint fellin ma shit can suck ma didgits
you need to quit it
if u aint spittin
quota at 40 bars per minute cuz u aint at lyrical fitness
kicken borin raps wit metaphors thats wack
all u mutha fuckers need more in tracks
to get ya weight up
fuckin wit canibus u get ate up
beat down an sprayed up just for bringin ma name up!
been rockin longer than n*ggaz twice ma age
back in the days before bob marley was rockin the stage
before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before neandrathols was drawing on walls in caves
i existed
in the garden of eden gettin lifted
stickin dick to Eve, before she was Adam's mistress!!!!!!!!!
before christ created christmas
the canibus'll spit until he spitless!!!

theres more but its late n takin me ages to copy it str8 from the tune 50 bars

[ozzie66]

Pharoahe Monch in "Oh No" hands down the sickest Rap Verse you will hear

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, pharoahe’s raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
But go two-ways without skytel pagers
I’m intellectual, pass more essays/ese’s
Than motorcade police parades through east l.a.
More beef then deli’s, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele’
Huh, hallelujah, pharoahe monch’ll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I’m equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
Mc’s just - come on ’round
You’re the next contestants on catch-a-beat-down
Don’t be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It’s evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky’s the limit, game’s infinite when I’m in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I’m in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe’s flows blows shows like afros
We hate y’all though, that’s why nate dogg goes

[Charlie]

Alright stop, calliberate and listen i set back new invention
somehtin grabs a whole of me tightly...

Vanilla Ice... best rapper ever?

[Henry100]

1st Verse from NY State of Mind:

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind