Best rap lyrics of all time / punchlines.

[mizzOe]

In 22 years? you're saying that punch is better than any punchline by Big Daddy Kane, keeping in mind he was spitting crazy punches years before the emcee's today.

Banks has some good punches, but that doesnt even seem to get a 'whoa' outta me.

[SupaDJDiesel]

In 22 years? you're saying that punch is better than any punchline by Big Daddy Kane, keeping in mind he was spitting crazy punches years before the emcee's today.

Banks has some good punches, but that doesnt even seem to get a 'whoa' outta me.

Not necessarily better. I'm a big Kane fan as well, it's just that said line is my personal favorite. Validity issues aside, I find that Banks' punchlines are the most entertaining, or actually were, since nothing he said in the last 2 years has impressed me.

[RickRoss]

Cuz when i was low u was there for me, ya neva left me alone becuz ya cared 4 me
And i can see ya comin home afta work late
Ya in the kitchen tryin ta fix us a hot plate
Just workin with the scraps u was givin
And mama made miracles every thanksgivin
But now the road got rough ur alone
Ur tryin ta raise 2 bad kids on ya own
And there's no way i can pay you back
But mah plan is ta show u that i undastand
You are appreciated

Pour out sum liquor and I remenisce
Cuz thru tha drama, i can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that i'm hopeless
Ya say tha words, that can get me back in focus
When i wuz sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the thangs ya did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things ya did 4 me
And even tho i act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that ya made me
There are no words that can express how i feel
Ya neva kept a secret, always stayed real
And i appreciate, how ya raised me
And all the extra luv that ya gave me
I wish, I could take the pain away
If you can make it thru tha night, theres a brighta day
Everythang will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle every day, got a roll on
And there's no way i could pay ya back
But my plan is to show you that i undastand
You are appreciated

Tupac-Dear Mama

[Ppla21]

I don't hate on Cormega. He's talented. But, his flow is terrible? I don't understand how this is news to anyone.

Compared to who's?

[ncangey0513]

This mutha****a, man!
Scum, shut up, will you?
Talkin' 'bout, I owe you!
Bitch, you owe me!
I'm promotin' you, right now!
Yo' let's put the nail in this coffin!

(Chorus)
I don't wanna be like this.
I don't really wanna' hurt no feelings,
but I'm only being real when I say,
"Nobody wants to hear they grandfather rap!" (Nope)
And old men have heart attacks,
and I don' wanna be responsible for that, so
put the mic down and walk away.
You can still have a little bitta' dignity.

(Verse 1)
I would never claim to be no
Ray Benzino,
an 83 year old, fake Pacino.
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwing his lower back out
as soon as he goes to lift me?
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me,
and our asses'll both be history,
but then again you finally get your wish,
'cause you be all over the street like 50 Cent (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
You ****in' punk pussy! **** you, chump!
Give me a one-on-one, see if I don't **** you up!
Tryen to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up,
and you put Jada on a track--that's how much you suck dick in the industry!
Swear that you in the streets hustling,
You sit behind a ****in' desk at the Source, butt-kissin'
and begging mutha****as for guest appearences,
and you cant even get the clearances,
'Cause real lyricists dont even respect you, or take you serious!
It's not that we don't like you--we hate you period!
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn!
Last week, you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand,
Now he's a "busta"? What the ****'s with that,
get on a track dissin' us, kissin' 50's ass,
and askin' me what I know about indictments. Bite me!
Bitch, I got two cases, and probation! Fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge, like a man,
ready to take whatever sentence he hands?
What you know about your wife slicing her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world,
a little girl,
and I'll put that on her.
When this is all over,
I would never try to make her a star, and eat off her
I don' know **** about no shopping blocks,
but what you know about hip-hop, shops, rockin' spots?
Well, you're the only white boy up in that bitch, just ripping
pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers, sticking
them bitches up after spending six hours at Kinko's,
Making copies of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer,
spending your whole paychecks at disc makers!
What YOU know about being bullied ova' half your life?
Oh, that's right, you should know what that's like--you're half white!
Vanila Ice, spill the beans-and-rice, I'm eating you alive inside! Jesus Christ!
If you that much of a gangsta', put the mic down--
you should be out killin' mutha****as, right now!
Kill a mutha****a' dead! Kill him dead, bitch!
Shoot him in the ****in' head! Go ahead, bitch!
Slap my mom, slap the **** out of 'er!
She can't sue you--she wouldn't get a buck out a ya',
'cause your broke as ****! You suck!
You're a ****ing joke! If you was really sellin' coke,
Well then, what the **** you stop for, dummy?
If you slew some crack,
You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap!
You'll never have no security! You'll never be famous!
You'll never know what it's like to be rich! Life's a bitch, ain't it, Raymond?
Here, Let me break this **** down in Layman's
terms for you, just to make sure
that you can understand this, and Cannibus ain't using to many complicated
****in' words for you--
Here, then let me slow it down for you, so that you can understand, if I say it slower--
Let it go, dawg--It's over!

I don't wanna be like this.
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings.
But I'm only being real when I say
"Nobody wants to hear they grandfather rap!" (Unh-Uh)
And old men have heart attacks
and I don' wanna be responsible for that, so
put the mic down and walk away.
You can still have a little bitta' dignity.

(Speaking)
Ha-ha. Talkin' 'bout how I have mutha****as callin' your crib
Bitch, you ain't even got a ****in' crib...
Don't even got a ****in' phone, ya' ****in' bum
threatenin' to...shut me down at your lil' ****in' Source magazine,
If I come back on you, and attack you.
Bitch, you attacked me first! Take it like a man, and shut the **** up!
**** your little magazine, too! I don't need your little ****in' magazine!
I got double XL's number, anyways,
and y'all can't stand it, 'cause they gettin' bigger than y'all.
Oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the VMA's,
when you was watchin' me, from whatever ****in' TV you was watching me from,
in Boston? The "mean streets of boston."
Ya' ****in' sissy.
and you gotta stand up, you lil' mutha****a'.
Suck my mutha****in' dick!

(Echoing)
Oh, and for those that don't know--
don't get it twisted, yo--
the SOURCE has a white owner!

[Tae23]

dont know of this was posted but its by Big L- da graveyard

"I get more Pu$$y by accident than most ni66as get on purpose"

[illriginalized]

"Ill put my hand on the Bible and tell Whoopie she's pretty" - I.T.

"Ill shoot your mother on back, and **** the bullet hole till she dies" - I.T.

[Illadelphia]

I'm hearin that the haters want Jihad to take a loss,
but I carry likie Mariah, so that gat'll shake em' off.

-Joey Jihad

[EdgarAllanPoe]

[Celph Titled]
back with the kill death murder
you better check your computers
I won't ever cheat on my bitch
but I'll still sleep with a luger
you can see my reflection in the chrome it stays blazin'
I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors
kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers
so every time after that you hearin the wu tang torture skit
and you havin a seizure
**** your street cred I'll turn your street red
or skin the head of a skinhead
celph titled and ES raisin hell with our pinhead
its been said the pharaohs immortalize rhymes
we kept heist plans in a cracker keeper, that's organized crime
you might arrive in a stretch limo tinted out
but you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin out!

[ajzoot]

I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion
Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it crackin

WOAHMGWAFFLE

[illriginalized]

[Celph Titled]
back with the kill death murder
you better check your computers
I won't ever cheat on my bitch
but I'll still sleep with a luger
you can see my reflection in the chrome it stays blazin'
I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors
kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers
so every time after that you hearin the wu tang torture skit
and you havin a seizure
**** your street cred I'll turn your street red
or skin the head of a skinhead
celph titled and ES raisin hell with our pinhead
its been said the pharaohs immortalize rhymes
we kept heist plans in a cracker keeper, that's organized crime
you might arrive in a stretch limo tinted out
but you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin out!

JEDI MIND TRICKS! Aha! Or wait.. that's Army Of The Pharaohs.

[dark_man812]

Stick my d*ck in your ear and f*ck what ya heard...-Rakim

[Illadelphia]

Joey Jihad again:

Baby I hug the strip,
On some lovie-dovie ****,
that's why all the soldiers in the field
call me Lovie Smith


nasty....

[MusclesMarinara]

Rakim is ridiculous....

"Scientists try to solve the context, Philosopher's are wondering what's next.
Pieces are took to labs to observe them, They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them; my ideas are only for the audience's ears, for my opponents it might take years" -Rakim, Don't Sweat The technique

[dark_man812]

More Rakim:

Critics and biters don't know where my source of light is.
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis-"It's Been a Long Time"

[1harud1]

Cypher Goat Joe Budden


Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone
And watch your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being hip hop's foster child
Now check it: don't blame y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that 4-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout
I'd've took the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
But I have this chick from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why haters envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me? Or is what I'm hearing just pitiful?
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's typical
My skin's thick, so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt
With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell

[Harry815]

Eminem's line of Bad Meet's Evil's song "I'm on Everything". It's a superfast line where the beat is stopped:

I’m the type that’ll take a bath with a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When I’m stashin’ her in the back, smacking her fore-
Head on the dash 'til it's accidentally blowin’
The Benz Jeep horn

[1ntensityrules]

Punchlines not the whole damn song guys haha

Me being a virgin?, that's idiodic, cause if Big L got AIDS every cutie in the city got it"

"Yo, ima put you out ya misery, and after this n*gga, ima put you inna social studies book cause you're history"

"and gotta enough bread, and mad h*oes, ask beavus i get nuthin' butt-head"

-Big L RIP Big fella

[FNFup15]

The entirety of "Failure" by Lupe Fiasco is lyrical mastery. Here is a visual aid:

[insanityjlh426]

I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists
Choppin' ni**as up and makin' sandwiches....

Big Pun

[jross2021]

[Insert Immortal Technique Line Here]

[bignate88]

"Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled" - Tupac

"**** your crew" - Bad Hari

"Yea, you ole' pussy ass, cake ass, punk ass, trick ass,suck ass, **** ass, dick in the booty ass, Ky-Jelly packin' ass. ***** you betta get ya bitch ass up off the street ***** you got 5 seconds to get ya hatin' ass up outta here cuz they some trill ass *****s in this motha****a.Yea yall know the motha****in' scope, all yall non-snauta's, non-smokas, and non- sippas get the **** up outta here bitch! ***** this some sippin' ass, po'in' up ass, smokin' ass, gettin' high ass, *****s we in here with three 6 n ugk ***** we puttin' it down in this mother****a And we ain't playin' witchu' yall know the motha****in' scope ho'Now Po' It Up *****" - Three Six Mafia

[illriginalized]

I'm just gon' leave this here.. lol... back to back lines.



When this song came up on the way home from work.. I just left it on repeat.. for about 50 minutes straight <_<;

[justbreathe1]

Sitting with the devil, this is what I learned,
Apart from the ways a human soul can be burned,
It’s that though we learn from our mistakes we’re condemned,
To make those same mistakes
again and again,
again and again,
again and again,

[thnikkaman]

I put the smack down like it's rehab
Make sure that there's no relapse with these cats
Y'all cowards couldn't rap this dope with a Zig Zag
I let my lips drag, spittin' with that big swag
It's sad all these wannabes
Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be
Star of the Roc; Kid, you're not Sean Connery
But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows
Still it really don't bother me
Fake ballers, weak game, less polished than Ben Wallace's while I breed
Quality music getting quality spins
Y'all stay second rate Chingys at the Quality Inn
Now that's a joke to a real rapper
I could decrease the skill factor and I'd still make you feel whacker
Ah gee, now you got me cocky
Cats say, "You the illest"; I'm like, "Nah b, nah b, nah b..."
Well OK, probably, but that's just only cause I rap like it's my hobby
Not a jobby-job all sloppy, gettin' off-key
Y'all Mad as March trying to knock off the top seed
I'm in the mix like Roxy
So hot he even get props from neo-Nazis

[Umbreh]

Watched notorious again on tv last night and it just reminded me how dope biggie is

bitches I like em brainless
guns I like em stainless steel
i want the ****in fortune like the wheel

welcome to my center
hunnies feel it deep in they placenta

if its done smoothly silencers on the uzi

hey scuse' me, flows just grow through me
like trees to brances, cliffs to avalanches, its the prayin mantis

thats why I pack a nina, **** a misdemeanor
beatin motha****as like Ike beat Tina
whaaaats love got to do, when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
strapped like bamboo but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and I sell em by the tons

**** fist fights and lame scuffles
pillow case to your face make the shell muffled
shoot ya daughter in the calf muscle, **** a tussle


dude was just ruthless

[plutonick]

"Imma take you outta your misery, and put you in a social studies book coz you history" - Big L

[flexthempecs]

"the gym is my religion, I pray on the bench
the reason why I train I want the power and the strength
won't stop, won't quit, 'til I'm swole and I'm ripped"

[Pidar]

Dont know of these lines where posted but..


Ask Bevis I get nothing but head- Big L


I put a red dot on your head like its part of your religion- Banks

[skullcrusher149]

I always liked this line:

"I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete."

Aesop Rock.