Rap Lines You'll Never Forget

And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits live on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can,
                                                                                              eminem  sing for the moment

anybody wanna battle

NO NEED FOR A VEST DAT WUD SUFFOCATE THE FLESH
AM MANNING AT THE BALCONY ANTICIPATING DEATH
let the rifles sing, cuz i ve a dream
i cud write it all down in a tub full of cream,
pink champagne seems to take away d pain
water blue hollow point is to straighten all d lame
MONEY AINT A THING, BITCH DATS A LIE
IT ONLY CONTROLS EVRI BITCH DATS ALIVE


Mafia music rmx-Rickross

Everyday its a new rapper, claiming to be dapper than the dre stuff
Everytime they rap, they yap about guns and knives
just take a good loook at the niiggaa
and u capture
the fact
that the bastard
is simply just an actor
who mastered the bank and the swing and the mental of niggaass
in compton-watch the south central,

See i did dirt, put in work, how many niiggaass can vouch that
and since i got striked i gat the right to rap about that
but niggaass like u i gatta hate ya ,

a'ma shank ya with my fuuking shank if  i av to
Dr dre and snoop are fuukin actors
wanksters , studio gangsters
but this time u dealin with some real mofokas


Eazy E

hmm, so u been avoiding me on purpose.

I am a girl FYI. I love rap, i listen to rap songs. 

Stop feeling cool cos i am putting up threads in your name.

stop acting coy. u know i av been looking for you.

and yes u are feeling,

Why av u changed your mind and decided to start chatting with me?

i'll burn the orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards-immortal technique
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch-immortal technique
i'll be branded a maniac for speaking the truth,and ill be murdered as soon as i hit the streets with the proof-immortal technique

pop the champaign cockc and then pop models
pour em on the models
shut up b***h swallow
and if u cant swallow
shup up b**h gurgle
stait up from the water wif ma mark jacob googles
cuz am fresher than a mo'fucker
yes am a mo'f**kr
and i wont take your girl but ama take her thong from her
dont u know am in luv woman
lyk no other woman
eiii, am sorry sweetheart, tot u waz ma oda woman.
pop bottles-baby ft weezy efing baby.

I can't help the poor if am one of them,
So I got rich and gave back to me,that's the win win. JayZ Moment of Clarity.

I went from Lukewarm to Hot.JayZ Hard Knock Life

When you first come in the game,they try play
when you drop a couple of hits,look how they wave to you. JayZ Encore.

If you wan Box me Hommie , I can dodge the Jab.JayZ Moment of Clarity.

Knock a Nigger off his Feet but I crawl back.JayZ ,  Never Change.

When the grass is cut, the snakes will show

Blueprint 2 , JayZ dissing Nas

You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be
The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me
I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee
I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea

JayZ dissing Nas. Blueprint 2

CANIBUS:

In linear terms, my thirty-three degree, and a third
Words, will give you thirty-third degree burns
First I write, thirty-three lines to a verse
About how I created the Earth out of thirty-three quarks
Thirty-three of my peers never thought it would work
For thirty-three, I started my relentless research
And I figured, if Jigga could do, twenty-two two's
As an MC, then I could do, thirty-three three's
Suddenly it occured, at three-thirty, on March third
It came to me like God's word
I started to load my thirty-three calibre Mausberg
Went to the top of the Empire State, on thirty-third
Thirty-three gunshots was heard
Thirty-three pedestrians lay wounded or dead, on the curb
Thirty-three squad cars rushed to the scene
As soon as they heard, some mad-man had gone berserk.

I demanded, thirty-three million
Or I was going to kill thirty-three of the women and children in the building
I gave them thirty-three minutes to respond
Then I proceeded to arm, a backpack nuclear bomb
I set the timer for three hours, and three minutes long
Told them not to try nothing funny or I'd kill them all
They still never responded
Until I saw thirty-three of the S.W.A.T. team jump out of three helicopters
I told them for the third, and final time
If they crossed the line, again, I'd take, thirty-three lives
Three of the hostages started crying
Three of them started wilding, and convinced, three more to start an uprising
Three of them stood to their feet and started freestyling
I didn't know what to do, so I started rhyming
I tried to kick three-hundred bars
But I got picked off, by a sniper from thirty-three yards
The bullet hit me but it got lodged, and ricochet off
Three organs, three inches, away from my heart
My name went down in history, as the illest

I remember when he first performed this live at Subterranea in 2000. . . . the whole club went crazy!

This is what I call ill.