Rap Lines That You've Always Wanted to Bring to Life

[T-K-G]

Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi,forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese bytch's rump
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm- I'm high cousin
Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred
When I order wine, it's nine hundred,French chefs kneel before me
End of story take a shorty to the sortee

 

[tonyclifton]

Not rap but sublime

Smoke 2 joints in the morning
I smoke 2 joints at night
I smoke 2 joints in the afternoon
It makes me feel alright
I smoke 2 joints in Time of peace
And 2 in time of war
I smoke 2 joints before I smoke 2 joints
And then I smoke 2 more

 

[Non Sequitur]

This for the 100,000 dollar kitted German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
fukkin' with college bytches with innocent looks like Mýa
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars
I groom 'em well
Dior whore, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floor board
Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches
Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shyt 'bout long as Jesus
I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push John P. Kees with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it
Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass
Rolex presidential, bytch, feel the glass

 

[Turbulent]

"And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it"

"I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said no, well then get the fukk out" the way he said that shyt on the track


1:17, peep the delivery

 

[skeetsinternal]

I used to listen to this like

and up listening to it like a bedtime story yo

 

[Money Be Green]

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake

Killa da gawd

 

[street heat]

i ran like a CHEETAH with thoughts of an assassin.

 

[KOOL-AID]

"Aight I'm Sly-lingual, eyes on the prize, I'm fly make eyes twinkle
I been dope, put it on your grandmother's wrinkles
Chip on my shoulder like I'm dieting with Pringles
I brush it off quick like H to the O-V
Life is but a beach chair these nikka's folding"

 

[Thatrogueassdiaz]

Thread has potential

Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke



&

I'll ride thru yo' hood in a Mr. Softee truck
And pull a mack outta box of snow cones

:antonio:

Supreme Clientele should be studied in literature classes in every major university across the entire United States.

 

[Kisame]

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fukk the law
bytches I fukk with a passion, I'm livin rough and raw

 

[bigmac]

"And I be gettin head in the car, whilst SHE drivin"

Chainz. When I Feel Like It.

 

[IronFist]

Im high power put'll Adina Howard to sleep - Ghostface Killah On Ice Cream

You know how it goes, raise up, man handle hoes
Who pose up in the club, with they camel toe
I'm on the dance floor, puffin' to Biggie, with two wizzes with me
Who love to kiss, like Madonna and Britney - (the bolded) ......Hell Razah On Yours Truly

"...but I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn
In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn
I'm a Harlem nikka that's concerned with the future
And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people
Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal
But I see through the mentality implanted in us
And I educate my fam about who we should trust." Harlem Streets (although im not from Harlem)

"Roll up the yerba, y, pasala para la izquierda <-------mean to pass it to the left)
Put the price up to listen to me pop shyt!
Cause I got Martha Stewart givin me stock tips
Underground money with honies up in the whip
Bang Bus dot com nikka, fukkin your bytch!" Crossing The Boundary

Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay - You're Da Man

Follow me into a solo, get in the flow
And you can picture like a photo
Music mix, mellow maintains to make
Melodies for emcees, motivates the breaks
I'm everlasting, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it - now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam,I kill and bomb
But no alarm - Rakim'll remain calm
Self-esteem makes me super, superb and supreme
But for a microphone, still I fiend
This was a tape, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see you keep following and swallowing
Taking and making, biting and borrowing
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'mma let you sweat, you still ain't formed,you a
Step away from frozen, stiff as if you're posing

i got to come back to this thread

 

[Soundbwoy]

pictures Amerie eating Free - Nas

 

[Ain't That Something]

Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
"Ross"

 

[IronFist]

dope thread