The best rap lyric ever?

hmmm.... i dont know, its got to be biggie though

not the best but definately good

I swear to God I just want to *slit* my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm *dead*, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe *suicide's* on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

that is good

or pac

ether.

?

ether by nas.

Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

party and bullshit-BIGGIE

They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas - too real, Nas - true king
It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with god
I don't kill soloists only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I seen it comin
Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
If I, ever make a record
I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project, ??
I never asked to be top of rap's elite
Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
But look at me now

nas

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Pac

Analyze the strength of my game like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course yo ya know im no stranger to danger,
like Christ in a manger. Feel a whole range of my anger.
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound.
And beat down these rap clowns in three rounds.

gangstarr

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more

either biggie, 2 pac, nas, or Big L.

everything in New York State of Mind, and on a less serious note, one of my favorite rhymes ever is from ludacris in Pimpin all over the world:

"Hawaii to D.C. there's plenty of women to see,
so if your ass don't show up there's more women for me."

jea.

Thats not good at all.. I hope you posted that as a joke...




These are some lines with incredible rhyme schemes.



"I write it for me, and if ya like it; that's love
and it ya don't thats life
cause life don't like Slug"

"The name is DOOM, don't play it out
or spray it when ya say it out ya mouth"

"Do not stand still both show skills close, but no crills, toast for po' ills post no bills
coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill go chill not supposed to overdose, no doze pills"

put the phone on your butt its a booty call
and im comin to bust nuts on all yall
and then im out
half a blunt hangin out my mouth
speedin like a demon on 101 south
i smoke chewy like a muthafuckin nut
if ya got a gram bag get the zagz and roll her up
this andre nickatina tiger comin out the cuts
maximum speed drivin i dont give a fuck

the lyrics suck though kinda you ahve to hear it with the music but thats scottie 15-andre nickatina


and i like


im from the era or rhyme, reagan
and from my dress code and my style tiga ya you know what im slangin'
valentine heart shooter
pinky nail for real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter

a pit bull terrier carries in the area
and he really aint sharin ya

add a two door straight pirrhana
i keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla
skinny baby done dollar
and when i rip theese raps to gat ya back it aint no prada
nicky is a matter doer
yo whatcha get it for
its like rain when the money pour

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area
and he really aint sharin ya

i keep it dark as darth vader
i keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors
three bullets just grazed ya
and i cant believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya
it was the ultimate caper
and as the year pass i fear we talk about paper

pitbull terrier by andre nickatina, also better with music



and then biggie just slay in who shot ya

"Rip the stereo in an instinct and then i twist up a budlight and ence it
I get high and start taking out wack niggas that fly up in the sky use my lyrics as a trigga always pull it let the bullet slide through to the left go underground without digging so far end up in west trying your style son liek you been eating some bad vagina the unseen you uncleen niggas mad cus they cant find us we step we rep we coming out of the gates we can do it for tapes cus madlibs got the beattapes lord quas in the end always won the sweepstakes"

light an inscent not whatever you said, but yeah not bad.

yeah this IS it.
and i really think its ence cus incense would make no sense
enseing is like chugging shit

Title: Vanilla Ice - Fuck Me lyrics

Artist: Vanilla Ice

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As I continue the journey to get your eardrums straight
Now pay attention to this flow, there’s no reason to hate
Now watch me show your state, and let me state how I do it
Sit back and just listen to the music
You get sucked up in this melody
Hell’ll be the ones that lay down and get caught up in their jealousy
(huh) they’re telling white lies now realize I caught it from the top
And I can see it in your eyes

You’re the fool in the suit
You’re the fool in the suit
You’re the fool, you’re the fool
You’re the fool
F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain³g nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain³g nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do

Like a phony acting like that you was my homey
Like genuine you tried to ride me like a pony
I’m the only that’s gonna shine, so forget it
You critics who wasn’t with it
Mad cause I flipped it back on ya’
Blowin up the spot like kazinsky on safety
Blaze another track cause i³` simply hot to trot
Gotta make a knot, get the people into it
When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the spot
Now tell me if you know how I’m coming, nose running
To get a glimpse at the most stunning and cunning
And never will I change a format and now you know
I can’t go for that

You’re the fool in the suit
You’re the fool in the suit
You’re the fool, you’re the fool
F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain’t nothing you can do
Fuck you - there ain’t nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do

F_ck that bullsh_t...you f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak bastard...
F_ck vanilla ice...he sucks...he eats sh_t...f_ck vanilla ice

(yelling)i hope you got more sh_t than that you weak motherf_cker!

And there ain’t nothing you can do
And there ain’t nothing you can do

One short life and I can’t die
Some got more pricks than a motherf_ckin porcupine
Still I’m waiting, waiting to die
Cause I burn like your mother says, boil like your father’s pride

You’re the fool in the suit
You’re the fool in the suit
You’re the fool, you’re the fool
You’re the fool
F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain’t nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain’t nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck you...you white a**...bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer park...bi_ch...
F_cking...f_ck you...cheap, worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack a**...
Ice ice baby, ice ice biaaaatch!

Ha ha ha

as i walk through the valley where i harvest my grain
i take a look at my wife and realize that shes very plain
but thats just perfect for an amish like me
you know we shun fancy things like electricity
at 4:30 in the morning im milkin cows
jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows fool
and ive been milkin and plowin for so long that
even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
im a man of the land im into discipline
got a bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
and if i finish all of my chores and you finish dining
then tonight were gonna party like its 1699

weird al yankovic-amish paradise

'fucka 5k1 check his psi send his air to the top if hes snithing.....snitching......need a song' G Code Geto Boys i forgot most of it sry

'i wanna be a jedi so my eyes can see, victory is mine yah suprisingly"

'Two trailer park girls go round me outside' lol M&M

"Nas - Rewind"

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "No hell"
She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
[Message Beep]
Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him right now!
Let's kill him)
[Message Beep]
"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"

yup.

My favorite: Biggy - Victory.  Too bad puff daddy had to have a shitty verse on that song.

My favorite part I put in bold.

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

inscent makes shit smell good, lots of people burn them when they are smoking so it doesnt stink like weed as bad.

JOIN THE DJ CULT

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's
accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that
pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the
princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh
hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker
tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: 'Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him'

hmmm like u said, GOOD song, but def. doesnt deserve to be in best lyrics

yeah, no shit, haha
i meant like i thought ence it would sound better cus everyone round here always ence's bud lights

i asked her whose the man she said B.I.G.
then i bust a load in her E.Y.E.

the best rap lyric is my own but its not done yet someone finish it for me

*yea boooyy*
*we talkin bout poops*
*poops*
ya go to tha toilet
ya make a few poops
*poops poops*
you thought you would pee but ya dropped a brown load
dont even tell me bout the spicy chicken runs
*poops doop plop bob wow*

the poops be droppin down the sewage pipes
smellin really bad nononobody likes it
*poopsssss.....*

k'naan (talking about somalia)

So if you go there please have Jesus walk with you
cause police can't protect you
thou we humble like the earth and we'll talk with you
since danger and they empty a chamber at your court tissues
trust that, brag about bustin a nine milimeter but what's that?
out there we call it popcorn
bricks chipped exemplify the lives torn
truth is there's only amusement in their music
and I gotta water down my thoughts
cause if it came hardcore to the brain like I use it
the radio would refuse it

and it's misfortune cause you'll never hear me
the labels will divorce me cause they fear me
and no one will buy my record and I'll remain the broken anthropologist my people live hungry with no apologies my mother old and grey in the ghetto hopin I'll get a job hopin I'll get a job and conform before my forth child is born... that's nothin to be proud of... shake the thought off
goodness gracious it's been hard and after so many troubles only love is in my heart
so how can I be hated on?
I am awaited on
I know the tune so well and I use it to my advantage
I am unnaceptable but oh well god damn it I guess they stuck with me
and I'm never corny like those rap suckas be
and I fight rhymes sometimes cause they fuck with me
flow so properly that I leak buckets
be so luckily for you, I'm hear


My god could you imagine livin in a ghetto so hard
no facad this is real oh my god
could you imagine livin in a city so fierce
no police better hand than your own god
could you imagine this is where the kids all dance
growin up to be murderers my god
could you imagine this is where we come from

"im so emotional i love my glock"-young jeezy

"who shot biggie smalls if we dont get them they gon get us all," dead prez

or
"from my baretta,
puttin all the holes ya sweata,
the money getta,
mutha-fuckas dont know betta"
-biggie

Can't argue with Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch:

Vibrations good like Sunkist
Many wanna know who done this
Marky Mark and I'm here to move you
Rhymes will groove you
And I'm here to prove to you
That we can party on the positive side
And pump positive vibes
So come along for the ride
Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation
So feel the vibration

Vibrations good like Sunkist
Many wanna know who done this
Marky Mark and I'm here to move you
Rhymes will groove you
And I'm here to prove to you
That we can party on the positive side
And pump positive vibes
So come along for the ride
Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation
So feel the vibration

Donnie D's on the back up
Drug free, so put the crack up
No need for speed
I'm the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E my
Body is healthy
My rhymes make me wealthy
And the Funky Bunch helps me
To bring you a show with no intoxication
Come on feel the vibration

i fucking hate immortal technique but this is just absolutely sick.

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch
like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch
and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
but here's a quotable for every single record exec
get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X
but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me
curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes
I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream
and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots
I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker
and murder counter revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury
ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots
offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks
your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches


that line "i leave you full of clips (eclipse) like the moon blockin the sun" thats tight.

They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool
We need a few more half naked women up in the pool
And hold this MAC-10 that's all covered in jewels
And can you please put your titties closer to the 22s?
And where's the champagne? We need champagne
Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand
And now hold up your chain slow motion through the flames
Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain
But not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin
I wonder if it knows what the world is keepin
Up both sleeves while he lay there dreamin
Me and my robot tip-toe 'round creepin
I had to turn my back on what got you paid
I couldn't see half the hood on me like Abu Ghraib
But I'd like to thank the streets that drove me crazy
And all the televisions out there that raised me, I was


daydreamin'-Lupe Fiasco

Lyric/flow, with no doubt in my mind is Common - Resurrection.... I mean, I have yet to hear any better, ever.  I know there are more powerful, meaningful verses all over the place, but this is lyrically probably the most intricate and well put together song.


I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even steven
Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin
But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine
Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly outta control
My style is too developed to be arrested
It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense

I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in flight
I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it made
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech is lost quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone with the storm

i gotta say that is pretty saucy

holla!

9-1-1 wasn’t a joke
pistols blaze, young guns get lost in the smoke
there’s a war going on between the rich and the broke
it’s in the streets, worldwide, overseas and under oath
from day one man was flawed, we fall daily
no man is perfect, word, but we can keep working
fulfill our purpose, before we’re gone with the wind
storing treasures for the final days and focus on the end (result)
the vinyl plays and I write, my minds stays in the light
and sprays a rhyme to ignite freedom
I’m feeling like it’s all over
standing in the cold to be reminded that I’m still breathing
and I’m leaving this state of mind that got me depressed
all the desires of the flesh, get put to rest
and understand, we can live free in harsh reality
and shine light, when it’s to dark to see
Keep on, sun rise to sun fall
get your back up off the wall and keep
Keep on, we in this together, good and bad weather
only the soul lasts forever
Keep on, sun rise to sun fall
get your back up off the wall and keep
Keep on, focus on the permanent things
we can’t always trust what we see

I love k'naan, saw him live it was great.
did you just write that out? I can never find his stuff.

id say k'naans got the best.

They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobody's invincible no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth
Verse One: Guru
The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with
could set you up and wet you up nigga peep the language
It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks
it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust
It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust
But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you'll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth
Chorus: Guru
Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people don't speak of
It's best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth
Verse Two: Guru
Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has it's day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
("You should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the
Weight?_)
Verse Three: Guru
Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of MC's, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth
First Chorus

Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirstays

I wouldn't say the BEST but I really like

Sirius - F**K up's lyrics

It's dark at night, i miss the sunlight/
Miss saying things like, thanks I'm alright/
when you ask me, how I'm feeling/
well I'm happy, when I'm dreaming/
It's a whole 'nother world in my head/
when i close my eyes in my bed/
I make up places and people/
Replace myself if i need to/
Three little birds on my doorstep/
I see what he means when i go there/
so peaceful so quiet/
Alone, but self reliant/