Best Hip Hop Rhymes

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connor wrote: Do I feel a need to legitimize their music by acting as if they work as stand-alone, non-musical poetry?


I don't think that's what's going on here. Some hip-hop lyrics are clever and occasionally insightful. But it's the combination of the sincerity and skill in the delivery, and the music itself that gives it value like any other piece of music. Writing out the lyrics just provides a memento of the whole package that may not translate. A small demonstration:

Flying on a free flight
Driving all night With my machinery
'Cause I, I got the power Any hour
To show the man in me
I got reputations
Blown to pieces With my artillery
Whoa ho I'll be guided in
We'll be ridin' given what you got to me
Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight

Let me put my love into you, babe

Did you feel the rock as you read that? I'll bet you did.

Best Hip Hop Rhymes

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I think he meant 'chin-stroking.'

I always liked Black Sheep's 'Hoes we Knows'

'Walking city streets wondering who I'll see
Here comes Mr. Long and my man Pee Wee
Look upon they face coincides with glee
Whas up Dres? Whas up Gee?
Whas up with the skin? Said I just got deep
Did it cost alot? Naw, the boots was cheap
Costed me some time and a little bit of sleep
A fresh jimmy hat and some Kosher meat
Musta got they goat, to they toes they rose
My man Pee Wee broke out but Long stood in a pose
Looking at some kids going by in afros
An then pulled out a book entitled 'Hoes I Knows''

Also, from Rae Kwon's 'Built for Cuban Links,' a rhyme that always reminds me of Big Black's 'Things to Do.' Knuckleheadz.

'then skate to the next stake further up state
I heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes
Grace like disco breaks, Yo, look out for jakes
If that's all it takes let's burn the place before we motivate
Nigger don't fake, blink or make mistakes
If the Bitch scream for god's sake grab the grey tape
It's by the plate with the blow crushed up into flakes
Killers fix four bodies found floatin' in lakes.

Best Hip Hop Rhymes

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Sorry all y'alls. I haveta give the nod to the Underground.

Humpty Hump wrote:All right!
Stop whatcha doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
the image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny
but yo I'm makin' money see
so yo world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
and my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
so just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty.
Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.
And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee.
I'm steppin' tall, y'all,
and just like Humpty Dumpty
you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me.
I like to rhyme,
I like my beats funky,
I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.
I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
but sometimes I get ridiculous
I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
hey yo fat girl, c'mere--are ya ticklish?
Yeah, I called ya fat.
Look at me, I'm skinny
It never stopped me from gettin' busy
I'm a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I'm crazy.
Allow me to amaze thee.
They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me.
I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants
and I even got my own dance

The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump
Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump
Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump

People say "Yo, Humpty, you're really funny lookin'"
that's all right 'cause I get things cookin'
Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me
but ya can't get near me
I give 'em more, see, and on the floor, B,
all the girls they adore me
Oh yes, ladies, I'm really bein' sincere
'cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear.
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge,
both how I'm livin' and my nose is large
I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid,
I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptid

I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it,
I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits
Also told ya that I like to bite
Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to write.
All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance
and now I'm gonna do my dance.

Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all
Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here
Oh, yeah!
Now that I told ya a little bit about myself
let me tell ya a little bit about this dance
It's real easy to do--check it out

First I limp to the side like my leg was broken
Shakin' and twitchin' kinda like I was smokin'
Crazy wack funky
People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty
That's all right 'cause my body's in motion
It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion
Anyone can play this game
This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name
No two people will do it the same
Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain
Humpin', funkin', jumpin',
jig around, shakin' ya rump,
and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump
tell him step off, I'm doin' the Hump.

Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump
Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Let's get stoopid!

Oh, yeah, come on and break it down
Once again, the Underground is in the house
I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world,
keep on doin' the Humpty Dance,
and to the ladies,
peace and humptiness forever


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Marsupialized wrote:Thank you so much for the pounding, it came in handy.

Best Hip Hop Rhymes

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hench wrote:
eric b & rakim wrote:e f f e c t
a smooth operator operating correctly.



I think you over-looked the first line:

Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream


I like this one though:

B.Real of Cypress Hill wrote:Who be the ones steppin' in the room,
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom,
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack,
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it,
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna,
Give me love when I put the flame on ya,
Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet,
Next to the fat bags full of chronic,
Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open,
Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokin'",
I aint got no kind of love for a brother,
Who comes to the party, with no bud.

Best Hip Hop Rhymes

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Can't believe it took me this long to remember:

MC Paul Barman feat. Princess Superstar - MTV Get off the Air pt.2

[MCPB]
A little goon
in a locker room
rat-tails the octaroon
He'll be drinking vodka soon
and his big brothers are frat guys
whose IQs lose to their fitted baseball hat size
Smirkin' jocks with hackysacks
in Birkenstocks and khaki slacks
I'm the hypest lyricist
while they're like, 'What type of beer is this?'
The liquid is ubiquitous
and has such a hold
on all the strata, it's just got to be
government-controlled
Behind the bottle and the throne
sits an unknown man wiser
and bigger for the liquor store
the number one franchiser
Perhaps George Bush and his sons
are relatives of Anheiser

I wanted to get in a pooper hole one day
so I invited girls over on Super Bowl Sunday
only one showed up: Princess Superstar

[PS]
Thanks for inviting me over
let me look around the bed post
back to back black dildos
nice kit kudos
pass the cool ranch doritos
I love nachos
put on Fat Joe
naw, that really sucks, let's put on the Beatles
Yo, let's check the half time show
I hope it's Michael Jackson
singin Satisfaction with Hanson
or Luther Vandross in a sparkling costume
with big pants dancin
or maybe I saw that in a Bud Light commercial
speakin' of which, give this bitch
a drink quick to wet my lips
you got enough cheddar lyin' around this place
to fix up my tits
as if I need it...

[MCPB]
Conchetta please!
If you see any chedda'
it's chedda cheese
I'm easily great
I don't need to be in some sort of Ken Kessey state
to create something you can appreciate

[PS] Who are you talkin to?

[MCPB] Makin you draw conclusions
and superficial distinctions make you go sacreu bleu

[PS]
I can speak French too
suck my nuh-nuh
french my cunt
comprande voux?
Look Pepe Le Pieux
let's cut to the deal
you wanna fuck me, i wanna fuck you
so it's on.

[MCPB]
Can I chime in?
I'll still be rhymin'
when I'm in your hymen
I radiate like it was '88
and I'm searching for my lady mate
I'm a hunter-gatherer
a cunter-latherer
My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice
granny's panties moist

I do the new when the tried and true fails

plus I'm lookin' fly in my sky blue tails
Now peel off your tube top
so I can feel your boobs flop on my lubed cock
socks up to your calf like a chick from La Carafe
I wanna put on a serated condom and saw you in half

[PS]
My knees are weak, I need knee-pads
you fuck me blind, I can't see, dag!
run me a hot bath add the epsom salt
soak my lower half in your Mortal Kombat cocktail sauce
let me head south
put it in my mouth
cause I like the taste.

[MCPB]
When I burst in your face
I'll invade your personal space

[PS]
I'm like Chase, stick your card in and out
Thanks see, look how much stacks of cream are coming out

[MCPB]
I removed her sanitary napkin with my teeth
and there was a planetary backspin underneath
I faced her wound
Let's do a pap smear with a taster spoon
you can sleep on the guest cot
I'll sleep in the wet spot

(Singing)
I'll be your boyfriend
Smooch on your pooper hole
all through the Super Bowl
your man doesn't even miss you
glued to the boob tube, watchya gonna do dude?

I woke up sticky
and quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey
went to salt and shake her awake
with orange juice, a straw, and coffee cake
after we had a bite,
we pushed the canoe in the lake

[PS] You don't paddle right

[MCPB] Look, a shooting star!

[PS] It's a fuckin satellite

[MCPB] Lady, one more complaint
and I'll shove a rape-whistle up the Mrs. Va-J-J


[PS]
What'd you say?!?!
Listen Slim Shay-day
tell Dre he better fuckin pay may me

[MCPB]
Your talents are bite-size
it's no suprise you rhyme with white guys
I jumped in the water
what did I want a girlfriend for?
Just like you, you jizz on your floor.
I don't want sweet potatoes anymore
I didn't even leave her an oar
did a medium crawl stroke back to shore

Who's next to flirt with this exhausting extrovert?
I parted some (palm frawns?)
Guess who left me dry long johns
Uncle Ralph McDaniels
He said 'what's up Paul Nathaniel Barman
let's get MTV off the air I deserve my own channel.'
**Do we need the other Chemical Bros. records??

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