[Verse 1: Murkman]
Thy tongue is thy sword, since, the vocabulary minces as the cutlery
You pastry bakers? Simmered and elementary, while my sk**s are culinary
These dishes I throw out, so gustatory to the buds
That I have FDA Inspectors constantly, triple-checking
For GMO's in my cooking, so I informed them straight up
“Ain't no hoes, allowed in this kitchen!”
They walked in disappointment, chuckled “You better or
I'll make that swine snout, oink!” hot pointy-poking, these porky pigs
So my internal temperature cooled down as my Wellington's rose
In the oven, the gluttons salivate, ravenously waiting
For my waiters, to dish out the weighted plates
Saw my rivals in sawed halves, who entitle themselves sous chefs
(Ha) More like the main course, served to my dinner guests!
Prepping Dr. Seuss, to be broth in this batch, of Egyptian soup
You fishes will be grilled, next to my Red Snapper, and Blue Ba**
Lambs to be chopped then slaughtered, with the force of Wu's crew
[Verse 2: Gold]
Got b**hes is my crib and them b**hes working
Louis with the Gucci n***as say I'm perping
AK-47 b**h I need a turban
Lambo on The Lodge b**h you see me swerving
[Verse 3: Halfadelic]
I got b**hes
You got b**hes
Tell yo b**hes come over
If they ratchet lets get ratchet and pull up in that ‘rover
[Verse 4: Khroam]
Bars I got bars
b**hes at the bars
I drop bars
f** yall, I got bars
[Verse 5: Quikstik]
Public Enemy mixed with YG, what's that make me?
Lyrically I intimidate and educate thee
I'm the white boy knowing about COINTELPRO
So when I see racism I know how far back it goes
But y'all ain't looking for conscious flows so
I tear up my home state harder than RTJ
When they came with Che and the Brusier Brigade
Tore up St. Andrew's and left the smoldering decay
With Danny Brown putting the remains in an ash tray
Got me hyped enough to punch Floyd Mayweather in the face
Knock his teeth out and call it a day
Except Manny would have my head so let me collect it
I see the bodies of wack MCs let me inspect it
You hear this sh** and you gotta respect it
You gonna re-read this sh** and say
Damn Quikstik wrecked it!
[Verse 6: Halfadelic]
All I see is snitches
All I get is b**hes
If you talk sh** then yo b**hes get put in ditches
[Verse 7: BruceLee-Roy]
Put this sh** into reverse meaning I shift sticks
This code is hard to crack, but f** a @Kryptic
[Verse 8: Lazy]
I come down from a loose high
When I walk through you know these geese fly
I keep it real cuz that's what I was born to do
You call yourself bad b**h but i'v met worse than you
I come up with the weed like shottas
Big like poppa I tell them nada for the prada
They come back wit the pistol and shoot gratatta
But believe me i'm not fazed i'm not bothered
Keeping it real but always feeling managed
Bounce back from rockets with no collateral damage
Put your whole goddamn career in a casket
Do I love her I tell her don't ask it
She'll be set up for disappointment
I ain't her shrink I don't take appointments
They come at me with potions for my emotions
In rap I get promotions move through the ranks without motion
[Verse 9: S34F00D]
Check, His palms, spaghetti
Knees are weak, arms, spaghetti
There's vomit on his spaghetti already
Mom's spaghetti, he's nervous
He's about to eat cold spaghetti
He's not ready, but he keeps on forgetting
To reheat spaghetti, all the guests cry so load
He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out
He's running out, of the house to get some more spaghetti
But he's too late, the spaghetti shop's closed, blaw
[Verse 10: SystemFailure]
I be that rap subzero/kano
Combating hatin' mortals
With the God-leeeeee flow
Entangled in the 90's
Lost in toonami
A break come on
And I'm writing flames, yo
Cross the room
Big bro bumping new hov
Plottin on how to cop brand new clothes
Cause pops lost his job and school coming up
And he can't stand the fam being broke
But to me it's watever tho
Long as the fam whole
[Verse 11: mattw16]
Coming with these lyrical tactics I'm always active never pa**ive
Steady rhyming through my pa**age making these cla**ics
Lines always fantastic the impact I make is ma**ive
While other rappers don't even get you out your seat like you Degra**i
Unlike these other people I actually have character
Not putting up a drake image, you're just a character
I'm telling you the story of me and I'm the narrator
I'm giving you these bars so you see that I'm a rare master
Yeah, rap is a form of escape to ignore all the mistakes through the doors that we take
Yeah, I adore all the hate, see the form that I'm shaped is a form of a great
See when I'm done with this no one's a contender
You weak rappers got nothing on me, you're just pretenders
You moving that dope? Well you got no future
I'm a machine the way I'm bending these bars, like Bender
[Verse 12: iForgotAboutDre]
Me spitting bars for you, is gods gift from heaven
My sh** bout to blow up… 9/11
When I spit this sh** it's not written
My lyrics free… Abe Lincoln
[Verse 13: Trench]
This man's as manic as a panic racked drug addict trapped
In the attic
Snackin' on a packet of crack, laughin', I just snapped my back in half
And happened to slap my lats with my calves
But happy, I've done the math
And my a**'ll get smashed off four caps of this bagfull of xanax I jacked
I'll get wacked now, pa** out, take a nap in the bath after collapsin' and drown
Drag my haggard a** up outta the ground, come back as Macbeth's phantom
And slap the crap outta the ma**es with a black jack-o-lantern and a five hundred pound crown
I'm the town's, angry maggot
Braggin' about hatchin' dastardly plans on my hammock
Practised, snatched a backpack rapper by the straps and snagged ‘em on a branch, cacklin' at him till he got frantic
Stabbed him with my hand, snapped his neck back, and
Body slammed him into the ground so bad he backfired and span straight offa the planet
I'm Bruce Banner's f**in' loose cannon, manhandlin' Batman's ma**eurs then crammin' the dead goose's head through a f**in' noose hangin'
As loose as Marilyn after Jack banged her kaboose
And her shoes cost a grand and
Abuse used to prove who's husband was a man, (yuh)
[Verse 14: ZXQaos]
To yous who abuse and misuse the celestial lyrics
Putrid and stupid, too useless to earn the best of these merits
So Imma prove to you the true inhuman rapping a**a**in
The loins of the blessed
The fusioned fruit of this pa**ion
Who'd imagine I'd suit the views of this ludicrous public?
Use the j**'ls of this music
To form confusive constructives
Become the Tantalus in his chasm
Inobtusely known for his actions
No, sanction, Illmatic
Gift n' curse, everlasting
First verse profusely enpackaged
Wrap it loosely in leafs of amusement refusal
Rappings: then thrown in a hearse
Better best of the worse
Than lucrative n' a mess
As ruthless and beautiful
As the claims of the rest
Brains immersed n' produced
In my grade A diction seduced
Syllables n' sibilance
Burstin'ta flames is evident
And so hence the illusion
Of an immense insane an allusion
Included in this f**in'
Rudeness accusions I got
For ‘em crappy modern day Judases
[Verse 15: Tyrant]
Movin dope is my past present and Future
If my mound was any bigger you'd see me on reuters
Cooking for two birds, only ones my b**h
Sit there and watch while I feast on this sh**
[Verse 16: TeamJimmy]
Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to d**h
Rest in peace to the game, tell ‘em k** theyself
Make your d**hwish, cause I'm too fresh
Cuse I'm fresh to d**h, cause I'm fresh to d**h
You go broke tryna get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game cause I k**ed it
I'm fresh to d**h, I'm fresh to d**h
What you talkin', I came out a coffin
[Verse 17: LordSlug]
I Spit Hot Bars From The Place Where We Make Cars
So Hungry I Just Ate A jar, Prolly Gonna Get Charged
For This Crime Im Gonna Commit Tomorrow
Youll See Me With A Lot Of Sorrow, Gonna Need To Barrow
Money to post my Bail, Walk Out With A Tale To Tell My Kids Why I Wasn't Around Cuz I Was In Jail
[Verse 18: defacid]
Taking chains and snatching names, wise eyes you can't deceive
Wear a vest, cover it up, but your heart's on your sleeve
Bandwagon lifers die for a dollar and live for a dream
But when life catches up, and the years flash the tears stream
You talk like you're rich and you're getting that guop
But your lips like Earls if they Pinocchio's — Stop
Drop and roll another joint, lick another blunt
Smoke it, toke it, blow it — now you know that sh**'s a front
Empty purpose to go with an empty purse
Trying to build an empire off of a curse
My pattern switches up, but my delivery is terse
While repetition degrades the charts, only getting worse
Pillage and rape the youth with the media
Empty carca**, zombie to push the flesh, meatier
k** the mind, obliterate a generation like a meteor
Spread the message to your family, it's from me to yours
[Verse 19: Sail Ciph]
Don't call no ambulance
Call the morgue
I ate a sandwich
Slamming your head in the door
[Verse 20: Pakyed]
You talk like you're rich and you're getting that guop
But your lips like Earls if they Pinocchio's — Stop
Drop and roll
[Verse 21: KevinInTheCutThatsAscarySight]
My dick is as big as the big show
Get everyone excited, call it the big show
I don't give a f** but I ain't a virgin
Come here I'ma open you like a surgeon
Yeah I f** b**hes, call it bestiality
I only love the ac in actuality
Yeah i f** b**hes, yeah call me calles
All these hoes goes around like propellers
Couldn't even spell it, but i could really care less
Yeah the p**y ball like hairless
[Verse 22: ChamKoopa]
Took my time off the RG Center
But now I been sent ta re-enter
Cause it seems like y'all need mentors
Won't be gentle, so gee, temper
By the way, do y'all miss your b**hes?
I threw them into ditches along with The_Midget
Yeah, f** all these snitches like Jay-Hovas_Witness
Y'all should better be able to take a few stitches
Cause when I begin Steb-ing, you'll lose one of your digits
Now I got everybody watching, even Hopsin's
Sittin their with a pack of corn
But this sh** ain't stopping
And anyone who wants to be topping
Me, just try and we'll see you flopping
You should start robbing
Cause while rapping, you're just sobbing
[Verse 23: FlawlessDeizel92]
Y'all be making it rain, while I reign supreme
Better leave me BE, before I rupture your spleen
Cause me, I'm like the A-team can't you SEE?
This is the new regime
When I'm busting the chrome and f**ing hoes its the same results, b**hes scream
I just spilled purple drank on my skinny jeans, but my pockets are never lean
I can Son you, your nothing but a sweet 16, pre-teen
And I can k** you, don't make this the post murder scene
More dope n' sick then gingivitis in the mouth of a crack fein
Hit with you that iron, since you under a G like a golf tee
Your bullsh** is exactly what I need, an eagles feast
Other then that your just for the birdies
You bogus times three, call that a triple bogey
Like I'm always on weed, my drive is to stay on that green
And you on a crash course, you'll never be up to par
Don't even COME close, cause I'm fu*kING winning by far
Out of this world boy..
I TRAVEL the galaxy and DOUBLE DRIBBLE shooting stars
I lay my foot down, and it just so happens my armrest is planet mars
I'm absolutely nuts that's food for thought, I spit granola bars
Have them f**ing dumbfounded, when they find your dead body in a smart car
When discussing the best, my name pops up more then the trunk a-jarred
Rhymes are nothing ever less then rated R
The murderous paramedic that doesn't take victims to the E-R
I rather whip around the 1st made hummer cause I'm ready for that war
BOY!!
[Verse 24: NLbway]
Last night, got caught in a gunfight, I think it was like
Four n***as clutchin they burners and bustin
But only could see one in sight
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe
He wanted my life, come at a n***a
With a gun and a knife
He tryin to make me the wiped out n***a layin up under the white
But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
And burn to the light
And let myself be one more n***a that just got spun in the night
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe
With one in my pipe
But I'm not one of the type, and I'd rather lose all hung on the mic
Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR
At one in the night
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped
And I've played mother nature before
So yo I'm clappin thunder tonight
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
Send him to kiss Christ, and let my sh** slice
In front of him twice
Let one splice, cause f**in with price, ain't tryin to be nice
I want him on ice, no back home
To a son and a wife
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
n***a was all enticed to lead his life sheist
But none of it's nice
I peeped sh**, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright
Instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight
You son of a dykes
With one in the pipe, I'm aimin to light the one on the right
They all deceased, so yo my a**piece
Get hunted for life
Four n***as cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life
Up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice
And runnin with mice
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice
Slow biz and no kid's nigs
Start runnin my wife
Only got one life, yo get this f**in, gun outta my sight
Back at the house, after midnight
I'm done for the night
[Verse 25: Panta]
I s** co*k like a p**nstar
All these fake rappers in this cypher too lame, I'm the only to raise the bar
If you see me in the club, hit me up and in the bed we can spar
But I ain't gay, nah the rappers in here are
They so gay, they fap to Spongebob and Patrick the Star
Now I'm going to end my verse with a quotable that will be out of the blue
Rap Genius dot com is full of h*mophobes, and you know this sh** is true
[Verse 26: Johnathan Juliano]
When you speak about the best mc you best to mention me
You couldn't win this bout with four more mouths
An extra set of lungs and a crooked referee
When I look in your direction, freeze
I'm the hip hop police, may I see your license and registration please
[Verse 27: 7_letters_long]
I go low fast and get high slow; viscosity
I just seen some f*ggot slanging his co*k at me
I've been k**ing this for years, ain't no b**h stopping me
Rollercoasters my dick's long as these
[Verse 28: JC_shamgod]
Don't disgrace the game, I'm chasing fame
With a pen recreating lanes away from lames
So when I'm on track, i'll race to aim above space and planes
Claim this title and embrace this reign
[Verse 29: JC_Freakanrican]
Close the curtains
New chapters
Less burdens/bird dens
We the rap raptors
Snatch ya chain
Captors of this game
Steady adaptors
But money gains maintain the same
For who aims for the last laughter
Sinister winner
Pa** the spliff to yo' pastor
[Verse 30: Cordel]
k**in' these b**hes like I'm Michael Vick
I know I'm the best so hop of my dick
And yo “Bad b**h” look like my sh**
And she got those pink p**y lips
Watch out for gun cause I'm murkin' n***as down
TU TU TU is how my gun sounds
You f*ggot a** n***as don't know bout murder
I'm the best in the game just like Richard Sherman
Bobby Shmurda f**s males and his f*ggot a** “gang"
When I see this b**h I'ma hit him with a bang
GS9 like to f** guys in the a**
While Glo Gang looks in the dumpster for cash
At least I'm honest to the rap game
I'm just tellin' the trust so who you gonna blame?
[Verse 31: RheaMarie]
I'm a young but powerful female, you could call me weeping Willow
And when I'm comin' for y'all n***as, I'm sneakier than the bugs lurkin' in ya pillows
I may not be an emcee, but watch me go harder than a crescendo
I'ma eat ya 16 bars and leave ya broke a** with zero
What, you scared
I'm stuntin' on y'all n***as
I may be new to this but I got more dedication than winners
I've never been the type to kick it, coolin' with the sinners
Whats funny though is that I broke the worst commandment and swerved past my haters
Can't believe I'm sittin' here tryna' out-rap n***as when I'm a beginner
But moms told me thats the type of sh** that makes you bigger
I'm on the come up, dodging from the lames
If you don't like it then you can stay in ya f**in' lane
Cause this the sh** that shows you females can play in the same game
[Verse 32: KoldKam]
I be spitting these sound waves, the type is sine like the ocean
Hoping I get signed and see these quotients
And if you thought I cared about your notions, just know, if you ain't notice
I can't even look at you because this flow is frozen
I'm ice cubing it with these potions
Today was a good day, don't k** my vibe, or that's your soul floating
I'm not even human, my soul's been ghosting
That's abnormal
Mind like 90's ho, I'm isotopin'
[Verse 33: Francis_L]
In a world of wills and won'ts
I live by will and refuse to want
Born in the ashes of burned plants
In the realm of gla** homes
Cold blooded with warm bones
I withstand the impact of verbal stones
As the minutes pa** by my hearing is no longer intact
The audio of my cardiovascular fades
Stillborn memories are still born inside my brain
Mixed with strange feelings of glory days
No longer panicking cause i can no longer think (let that sink in)
10 minutes have pa**ed and fire is alive on my skin
Dead thoughts with a dead heart is that a sin?
And to think smoke could k** two birds with one stone
A shame really my life no longer reflects my tone
With dead words i breathe life into mics
With no life i let the mic take lives
Animated, who am i to tell i made it?
[Verse 34 - JCAssa**in]
If you thought it was over, I'mma bout to come and finish you
Damn, doing those, done damaging, diminish you
I'm the one to hold the weapon and hit you in the chest
JC Assa**in, bow down to the best
You asthma attack when I splat a TEC bullet
Don't be f**ing with my trigger I'mma pull it
This the type of terror that takes the two towns
Mix the liquor with the quicker and tear the roof down
Emcees can't handle this sickness
Hit a brotha in the chest and I do it with the quickness
You got no hope messing with the man who shot twice
I been thinking bout my existence and your lost life
Assa**in pa**ing the clashing to fasting and blasting
Laughing packing the sack in, attacking to last kin
Freaking phantoms forgiving Father for filling you
Keeping kilts to crazy, cannot contain we k**ing you