Lyrics that make you go wow...

[FreeSpeech]

That Mobb Deep verse I posted wasn't technically impressive at all, you actually have to hear it to judge it. And I'm not that impressed by verses that are supposed to be "personal" all the time.

Yeah I didn't really look at that one, I was thinking mainly of the Diabolic verse. And a lot of "personal" verses suck, but it's the ones that don't suck that really do it for me.

[GenePeer]

This verse always blows my mind away,


True story...
Call me Thorburn, John A. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give.

~ R.A. Rugged Man, Uncommon Valor

[dR3]

Is this their only horrocore song? I hope they got more

LMFAOOO

RA are all about horrorcore.

[dead prez]

I'm pretty sure this would make most people who hear this go , probably not in a good way, but when I first heard it I was hooked. He uses the slang or "stream of consiousness" quite well, and goes in depth with it. This song's obviously not for everyone and I expect a lot of people to go wtf, but this is part of Ghost's character.

Ghostface]
Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know.. I don't really mean no harm..
but it just happens you know
when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..
that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
Check it out though.. aiyyo..

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
but Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf
at times, Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Yeah.. yeah..
I just wan't y'all niggaz
to smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body, yeah no doubt
Judge Wise

Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?
Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds
instead of studyin me!
That's how you lost your first job punk
Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!
Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the third

[RZA]
Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick, a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
ring DINGS, right through your head BING
Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
while your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+
Crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz
and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menestraute
but it made her hyperventilate

[Ghostface]
BROOKLYN!
I know, I know, I know, I know
QUEENS!
I know, I know, I know, I know
SHAOLIN!
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
BRONX!
I know, I know, I know, I know
JERSEY!
I know, I know, I know
LONG ISLAND!
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!

[Block]

My head aches, and feels the blunt vice grips
hanging over my tequila sunrises
Confide and write this to de-scribe a love life
that's feeling love lifeless
I'm the type that'll cherish frozen winters
stare at snowy blizzards and take it to heart
Then break it apart, I carry hopes and blisters
Cutting heart strings with a pair of broken scissors
I'm still trapped in a middle school slow dance
Stepping on toes in a mistletoe romance
Misanthrope, discomposed who holds hands
with grief...Kissing hope with no chance, but me
I'm just searching for some beautiful
a dream that I can catch And a person who's unusual
When I find her, I'll try to face the tide
Fight the hurricane, and tidal wave, goodbye…

And I watch all the spectrums of angels
Choking to death on the septums and halos
Bread crumbs and fables, why change?
I hang at the ends of the pay phone
With no change or number to reach
What blankets the sky I slumber beneath
Under the speech, this song's about hope, joy, love and defeat
All it takes is a peaceful autumn day
For you to be happy and me to call it fate
Even after a fucked up childhood, I'm still tryin'
To believe in God and grace

I try to get a piece of peace and sit and listen infinitely
Holdin onto benefits, and isnt it so innocent? We
Try to find another time and underline the cynical
Its pitiful we run and hide and undermind the innermost
When intervals of miserable will find a figure four
And force the phyiscal and inner soul to find a bitter form
And form another time and place where you can go and be so suitable
When all I wanna do is go and search for something beautiful, in me

I died once, and I knew that it was suitable
I died twice, and I sang it like a musical
I died again when I thought that the noose would hold
Everything I love in the search for some beautiful

I died once, and I knew that it was suitable
I died twice, and I sang it like a musical
I died again when I thought that the noose would hold
Everything I love in the search for some beautiful




90% of the songs from "The balancing act" and too many songs from spoonfull to mention.

Listen to these lyrics. I don't feel like typing them out.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z19YTXwxDSk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EO5x4Zr-Ako


She said is an amazing song. One of my top 10 ever.

[AnalKiddo]

Holy crap some of these are sick as fuck, downloading them tomorrow lol

[Fa-Q]

Went to bible class with a gun
Blasted a nun
Fuck hell, Satan sent my ass to the sun
I wasn't born I was hatched
And dumped in the trash
With a note attached saying
Someone please whip this brat's ass
I never gave a rat's ass or a flying fuck
Driving drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck
Slammin the brakes
Skiddin out cuz the tires suck
I went to pull you off my dick
And got the pliers stuck
You better run cuz I'm probably the only one
Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife
And stab you with a gun
I like fire, you might see me start it
I'm slightly retarded
I miss my sanity since the night we departed

single-handedly made me an Eminem fan

[BILI]

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT!! THIS IS AMAZING

Horrocore Rap is my fav type of rap, and I can get past the accent with lyrics like these

Is this their only horrocore song? I hope they got more

lol

Names of their 2 albums are State Of Lunacy and Solitary Confinement.So what do you think?

Anyways...these are some of my favs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYRXEdj5r4Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cvjZEQ2nP4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaiG0U5W ... re=related

SOL>SC imo


You can find the lyrics here:
http://www.rhymeasylum.com/

this site only has Solitary Confinement's lyrics, any idea where i can find Lyrics for SOL?

Most of the videos on youtube have them

[MikeNUFC]

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!


Today the paper say Timothy McVeigh's in hell
So everything's okay and all must be well
I remember Oklahoma when they put out the blaze
And put Islamic terrorist bombing, on the front page
It's like saying only gays get AIDS, propaganda
Like saying the problem's over when they locked that man up
Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning
Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning
The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick
So a whole lot of fuckin is what we gon' get
They don't wanna raise the babies so the election is fixed
That's why we don't be fuckin with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
It's all good except for that - we still poor
Money, power and respect is what we kill for, for real


They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can


t seems like the Rag-heads and Paki’s are worrying your Dad
But your dad’s favorite food is curry and kebab
It’s funny, but it’s sad how they make your mummy hurry with her bags
Rather read The Sun than study all the facts
Tell me, what’s the bigger threat to human society
BAE Systems or home made IED’s
Remote controlled drones, killing off human lives
Or man with home made bomb committing suicide
I know you were terrified when you saw the towers fall
It’s all terror but some forms are more powerful
It seems nuts, how could there be such agony
When more Israeli’s die from peanut allergies
It’s like the definition didn’t ever exist
I guess it’s all just depending who your nemesis is
Irrelevant how eloquent the rhetoric peddler is
They’re telling fibs, now tell us who the real terrorist is

My head aches, and feels the blunt vice grips/
hanging over my tequila sunrises/
Confide and write this to de-scribe a love life /
that's feeling love lifeless/
I'm the type that'll cherish frozen winters/
stare at snowy blizzards and take it to heart/
Then break it apart, I carry hopes and blisters/
Cutting heart strings with a pair of broken scissors/
I'm still trapped in a middle school slow dance/
Stepping on toes in a mistletoe romance/
Misanthrope, discomposed who holds hands/
with grief...Kissing hope with no chance, but me/
I'm just searching for some beautiful/
a dream that I can catch And a person who's unusual/
When I find her, I'll try to face the tide/
Fight the hurricane, and tidal wave, goodbye…


It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
that run up in yo' crib which contains
your lady and an 8 month old
child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
they do not want to hear it because they'd
rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
and shit get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that thank [think] you soft
and say y'all be gospel rappin'
but they be steady clappin' when you talk about
bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
somethin' mind unravelin' get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas who got them kids
who got enough to buy an ounce
but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
you get down!


Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur'an?
And was it a lightning storm
That gave birth to the earth
And then dinosaurs were born? damn
Who made up words? who made up numbers?
And what kind of spell is mankind under?
Everything on the planet we preserve and can it
Microwaved it and try it
No matter what we'll survive it
What's hu? what's man? what's human?
Anything along the land we consuming
Eatin', deletin', ruin
Trying to get paper
Gotta have land, gotta have acres
So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson
Watch niggas play the game like the lakers
In a world full of 52 fakers
Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers
You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders
Make a wish for the day cuz
Like somebody got a doll of me
Stickin' needles in my arteries
But I can't feel it
Sometimes it's like 'pardon me, but I got a real big spirit'
I'm fearless.... I'm fearless
Don't you try and grab hold of my soul
It's like a military soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms
Felt their body turn cold, oh
Why we born in the first place
If this is how we gotta go?
Damn.

[classthe_king]

I know this topic is old but I remember wanting to reply to it.

Anyway, this is probably the best verse of all time imo, it gives me chills everythime

Prince Ea- Paranoid Chillin
He can look at the world and solve any equation
But he walks into rooms and often forgets why he came in
The autistic savant, listen and watch
I could vindicate Biggie with the spirit of Pac
Subliminal shots resolve in a whole lot of body bags
Why you wanna lollygag with the polymath
You really think you can out spit him?
You up bluff’s creek with Bob Gimlin, stop trippin
Even the top niggas can’t rap with him
What you think Jay-Z knows about Planck length and ?
Niggas say watch my mouth it could be bad for me
Couldn’t hear them over my stomach growlin, I’m mad hungry
Yeah I’m a tad rusty
But I gotta do it cause I’m so sick of these intellectual crash dummies
Do you know about Dirac and Tesla?
Feynman and Kepler? tell me, who have you last studied?
Stupid niggas always tryin to act funny
Tell a joke knowin that they got all the facts muddy
If I tell you about the Drake equation
And you tell me something about that light skinned nigga from cash money
I’m a laugh like that’s funny
Then I’m a grab money, cock back, wind up and smack money
Stab money, attack money, cut his limbs off
And then show you niggas how to really stack money
You reptiles should change back
Comin at the kid with K-Pax on play back, face facts
We gettin close to the end days and niggas testin me
Just beggin me to open they rib cage
You got goons? That’s cool where ya men stay?
I wanna introduce em to Mokole-Mbembe
I’m close to ya sensei, he’s one of my students
Your master but to me, clumsy and foolish
Yo it hurts to be stuck in seclusion
But Buddha said Prince Ea, life is bout sufferin stupid
They say Jesus never wrote anything
So I’m thinkin to myself yo, what the fuck am I doin?
I got a mind like a Hubble computer
And I been in the gym, you see my triceps muscle improvement
I’m not a human; I’m a god amongst men
You couldn’t quantify the energy I bring out from within
They like which hood is he from, god damn
That nigga’s gang bandana is the Shroud of Turin
The Earth Prince does it again
This is Paranoid Chillin, we killed you niggas, bow to the pen

[Solace]

Head is on the pillow, pillow is on the bed,
The bed holds the man on which you walk around the edge,
And hold my hands so I don't tumble down the side like Humpty Dumpty did,
Break my shell and watch my heart hit the floor on some other shit,
I like it when you wear your hair all wrapped up in a cloth, I'm sure
That there's a proper term but...I don't know what it's called (Nope)
You've always been more cultured than me, I'll do the usual,
Maneuver head back over my feet until I look suitable,
I know you hope or think or pray that one day I could pay for dinner,
With my own money but you'd be wrong (Just like you always are)
I used to dream that you and me could lose the keys and shoot the breeze,
For two to three hours without having to fly the coop and leave,
Stretch my arms out, knuckles up and palms down,
And fly my fuckin' wings to the rhythm of every song out,
Until they finally break apart and fall from out thy willow,
And I can put the feathers back into my pillow....

[Devil'sAdvocate]

crooked I
When fans picture my interviews
They think I'm in a swimmin' pool
With women who've been abused
So they turn into strippers
Makin they livin' in the nude
One in the middle blowin' my inner tube
While the interviewers gettin ridiculed
Is this your vision cool
Let me give u a little jewel
Any dude who wanna sit n my tennis shoes is missin screwz
Don't get it misconstrued
Don't get tha shit confused
I'm 2 seconds from prison food I'm a different dude
Pistol in my reach man
Still in long beach man
Hoping if my grind don't help me get out my speech can
I been in the streets longer than yao mings wingspan
U can be mtv I'll be cspan
I deal with politics bandanas and hollow tips
Half u rappers follow this
Role models can swallow dick
Was stressed out over cashflow
Hiphop used 2 console my soul
Now it's a bunch of assholes
Rap about and dance while I'm targeting cops
Spit sum shit 4 oscar grant hit tha sargent with shots
Make him a ghost like he part of tha lox
I won't stop recordin' till I'm makin songs harder than pac's
If it don't happen at least a nyggah know he right there
Every memory under my dodger hats a nightmare
As a kid I had 2 steal breakfast
An now tha best question u have 2 ask me
Is this a real necklace
Wheres ya beat from dre ya feature from cube
These things leave people confused
Cause they know I leave speakers abused I eat tha eq's
I eat thru tha beat what's tha secret I think it's tha shoes
Out in cali nyggahs blaze an stress
Waitin' on detox 2 save tha west
Even if tha shit is dope
It ain't givin u nyggahs hope
Unless your signatures wrote on tha check from interscope... nope