whose your favorite rapper, and what do you think his best line is...lets compare

Hov: " 'Tha fu*k y'all want, Daddy-O wit the Cali-co/ let the gatty blow, leave you bleedin on ya patio"

Jay-Z on murdergram ft. DMX & Ja Rule

krayzie bone-bnk
You know, when we shot through the door, my n*ggas was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay n*gga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'........ that line is raw as hell

bizzy bone-split personalities
Ain't nobody gettin' in the way, shoot everyone around me in the club and the crowd, double the crowd/ Got these big n*ggas (bi*ch) I'm holdin' 'em down, hoodie down, with the gangsta glare/ We still St. Clair, n*ggas, up against the k!llas/ Turn up the music loud/ Big business, a n*gga make money/ Enough motivation, retaliation

I guess depression just stepped in and took over sh*t like it's known to do/
Guess it's that, Hey, Joe, I'm going home wit you/
Turn ya phone off, I need to be alone wit you/
I need to be in the zone wit you/
Cuz I'm the only thing you prone to, n*gga/
Look, I OWN you, n*gga/
Been wit you since 10, but you starting to confuse me/
It's been so long and you still tryna lose me/
Like 'How could you show me such cruelty?'/
When everybody turns their back on you, Joe, it's you and me/
So you don't want me to see you, right?/
Then why you always come get me, how we reunite, huh?/
I know you feel for me, deep in your heart/
Doctor's meetings, pills, couldn't keep us apart/
But now you got a deal and you wanna get rid of me/
The room ain’t sell in your head, Joe, you live wit me/
So I don't write for the fans, naw I write to my man/
In hopes that he'll just leave and understand, like/
Like please leave the kid in peace/
Let me smoke this one cig in peace/
Just leave for a second, man, it's been too long and I can't troop it/
As long as you around I can't make that *dance music*

I went to John's rave with Ron and Dave
And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved
A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up
with first aid tape and r*ped on the first date
Susan -- an ex-heroin addict who just stopped usin
who love booze and alternative music (Whattup?)
Told me she was goin back into usin again (Nah!)
I said, "Wait, first try this hallucinogen
It's better than heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin
C'mere, let's go in here" *knocks on the door*
"Who's in the den?"
[R] "It's me and Kelly!"
"My bad, (sorry) let's try another room"
[G] I don't trust you!
"Shut ups.lut! Chew up this mushroom
This'll help you get in touch with your roots
We'll get barefoot, buttnekkid, and run in the woods
[G] Oh hell, I might as well try em, this party is so drab
"Oh dag!!"
[G] What?
"I ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag!"
[G] Huh?!

"I'm from the blocks where you hear the sounds of war/ 4 pounds roar/
Streets like the front of Nicole Browns door."

Kool G Rap:When Your A Thug ft Prodigy & Tru Life

my favorite rapper is Fab but he got so many fi' lines so i don't kno his best line

"They say pu**y and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfu*kers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk n*ggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked sh*t that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bi*ches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfu*kers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
n*ggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight"

If I Die 2nite

Bone thugs-n-harmony, them n*ggas goin' platinum everytime. I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride? It's do or die, then, n*gga I die. I jumped in my five-double-O. If you got it, better flaunt it. I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks, and c*ck the glock, it'll make you want it. Come get it, and while you're rappin' on your song, just remember: no pretender, bi*ch, you hoes ain't Bone!

layzie bone- u aint bone

Inchstrument said: I went to John's rave with Ron and Dave And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up with first aid tape and r*ped on the first date Susan -- an ex-heroin addict who just stopped usin who love booze and alternative music (Whattup?) Told me she was goin back into usin again (Nah!) I said, "Wait, first try this hallucinogen It's better than heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin C'mere, let's go in here" *knocks on the door* "Who's in the den?" [R] "It's me and Kelly!" "My bad, (sorry) let's try another room" [G] I don't trust you! "Shut ups.lut! Chew up this mushroom This'll help you get in touch with your roots We'll get barefoot, buttnekkid, and run in the woods [G] Oh hell, I might as well try em, this party is so drab "Oh dag!!" [G] What? "I ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag!" [G] Huh?!

that is the best song eminem ever made... too bad he's a.ss cheeks now...

"This goes out for those that choose to use
disrespectful views on the King of NY
fu*k that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya braille in it, stash that light sh*t, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin
It's ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy sh*t
Took home, "Ready to Die," listened, studied sh*t
Now they on some money sh*t, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin, stupid"

The Notorious B.I.G.

"Hustle man,i hustle a grand like dud at atlantic/then what i do with it,flip it kinda like that dude that he mad at"-Chamillionaire

if u dont understand he talkin bout t.i. n flip

Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time
It's against the laws of physics
So weep as your "Sweet Dreams" break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, "Black Magic Woman"
So while you fumin I'm consumin mango juice under Polaris
You just embarrassed cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory
I add a motherfu*ker so you ig'nant n*ggaz hear me
Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote- Lauryn Hill-Zealots

I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease
n*gga please, blood floods yo' Dungarees
And that's just the half on my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average playa hater, and spectators
buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low doe"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes- Notorious BIG


Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there's kids starvin
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What's Goin' On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins- Game

I have so many to pick from but these are stuck in my head especially that L-Boogie joint:)

Yung Ro said: "Hustle man,i hustle a grand like dud at atlantic/then what i do with it,flip it kinda like that dude that he mad at"-Chamillionaire if u dont understand he talkin bout t.i. n flip

never heard a chamillionaire song in my life butthat line is hot props kid

"im allergic to pu**y a.ss n*ggas,them pu**y a.ss n*ggas always be the ones tryina come around us/im no a gynacologist(spell check) so im not finna sit here and be dealin with all u v*ginas/allergic to n*ggas that be thinkin bout jackin,and them be the main n*ggas pullin up beside us/aye ro,aah ahh choo,gimmie the gat and maybe that'll clear my sinus"-Chamillionaire

im tellin yall,when his album drops,its over

Dylan "I Spit Hot Fire"

This is the sh*t that you wish you could spit
when you sit and you listen to the clique that is swift with the written
The poetry depicted officially blowin you little n*ggaz away
Bout to switch up the flow, soon as you hear me say {HO!}
Royce da 5'9"-Switch


Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
So how you love that n*gga, the game done changed
You got a problem on your hands and this a n*gga with brains
Another classic by Royce-Lights out


the list cood keep goin on from this man all his lines is classic

from one of my fav rappers Phonte

Once again what you're hearing now is Phonte's
Power steering style, I'm k!lling n*ggas at will
Freestyle legend act, capture the ears of show veterans
When the stakes got raised like brail letterin
Down to the exact scale measurements, time to
Let these motherfu*kers know exactly what it is I represent
Real rhymes, you prone to remember me, I roam
Like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real sh*t
Was lookin for n*ggas who could reck laws and
Rhyme for they personal pleasure till four in the morn
With my back and my chest sore and never have to press
Pause till I stop the tape and hit em with a yes ya'll
Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat
Troubled n*gga got more issues then jet
If you a showin put your stage up, cornball n*ggas
Throw your maze up, Microsoft n*ggas say word and page up
To this new style that's about to open doors
Carolina sickness that I wrote with force
Then smack a n*gga like he broke his jaws, on the real man
Y'all n*ggas out there is just a hopeless cause

thats what MC'ing is about, people

[Big L - Work remix]

fu*k them other cats I'm runnin with my own wolfpack
Keep frontin like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back
Cause you don't get down that tough sh*t you talk is profound
You's a clown, fu*k around come uptown and get found
I keep my pockets wrong none of you n*ggaz never can touch my funds
I don't f!ght no more, all I do is bust my guns
While you home relaxed I'm squeezin Macks, bustin off caps
Those coward cats with gold and platinum plaques get taxed
And I do jooks and sling pies that make cream rise
It's all about these green guys, frontin your whole team dies
How I'm livin so far swell you can't scar L
Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel
And I'm, labelled a kind thug, police got my line buck
Hope I see the days more age and not a nine slug
I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teens.lut
Big L is clean cut with more jewels than King Tut

my sole purpose as a verbalist
is to make the words twist and connect'em
like letters within cursive
-canibus
illest lyricist out right now