best lyrics in hiphop

"Everybody's rappin' like it's a commercial/acting like life is a big commercial."

Well, not really...

One of the things that hits me hardest about Phrenology is the lyrics. Shit like "...and I won't say I love you 'cause the way I feel is greater/M-illah, son, you're a poet, a born creator/and this'll probably dawn on you later/it's in your nature/lyrics all over your walls like they was made of paper" in "Water"; even one-liners like "fuck gettin' money/for real/get freedom", I don't know, the lyrics on this album are so focused and cutting.

Okay, I promise the next time I praise a hip-hop album it won't be Phrenology again. Maybe they shouldn't have made it so damn bad-ass. :D

Also.."It takes a nation.." Still blows me away.

I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
And open bibles, instead of hoping on revivals
Calling on His name and screaming hallelujah
when he hardly knew ya, that's how the devil's fooled ya
See look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to heaven?
The Earth is already in space, the bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied till my eyes was swollen, and only arose when
I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth, and build with the youth
And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted wth foolish men
and women with wicked minds, who build picket signs
to legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion
I quiz Son with my wisdom
Before I converted, I was perverted, and knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I perferred it
The understanding, it gave me mental freedom
I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam
The white image, of Christ, is really Cesare Borgia
and uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander
The Sixth of Rome, and once the picture was shown
That's how the devils tricked my dome
I prophesized to save a man, but no one gave a damn
for my nation - the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew Marcus

In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

(My only ever rhyme, but its a killer, eh?)

Namechecks "the Thane of Cawdor" and everything.

Me and my friends were listening to Liquid Swords so much my senior year of high school, this got to be a catchphrase amongst us akin to "be excellent to each other" betwixt Bill & Ted.

Blues and Rap
The State of Hip-Hop

In the latter of which Tim Finney allows this admirable grandiose bomb to drop: that "Surely mainstream hip hop has devoted itself to jewels and champagne and big booty babes because it was scientifically determined that these were the best subjects ever, slightly ahead of Satan (which was taken by death metal anyway)."

(NB threads found by searching for keywords "political cash hoes")

Big L, from DITC's "Way Of Life":
I'm on some cool out shit, but I will pull this tool out quick
and put some holes in your new outfit.

Rakim, "Paid In Full:
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid ,
so I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up "This is a hold up,
ain't nuthin' funn,y stop smilin'.
Be still, don't nothing move but the money."

Big Daddy Kane "Cause I Can Do It Right"
So all those of age, we can get intimate,
bumper to bumper, so you can get your fender bent.
I treat girls just like pastry--mmmm. Tasty.
Very kinky when it comes to hanky panky,
a well-known player, but not for the Yankees.
I won't say I'm the baddest or portray that role,
but I'm in the top two and my father's getting old.

- nore

Yo moma

Yo man you gotta be(you know you gotta be) on the dime
man what's up with that
yo Rochot yeah word up Rochet
uh, we need some brothers to be like droppin knowledge and shit like
that
yo man why don't you quit talkin all that stuff
and do something about it
you know what I'm saying
(don't know quite what they're saying)
oh yeah why don't you do that right now

brothas and sistas

yo mom is so fat
how fat is she
yo moma is so big and fat that she can get busy
with 22 burritos when times is rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
the sad fact,(what) yo moma smokes crack(what)
she got a burnin' yearnin and there's no turnin' back
her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walks
spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talks
sitting on a mountain top tooting on a flizute
riding on a horse drinking whiskey out of bizoots
she's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
her middle name is mud bone and on top of all that

yo moma's got a glass eye with a fish in it (x3)
yo moma, yo moma, yo moma

yo moma looks like she's been in a car with some rocks
with some big butt stones suckin' dirt out of socks
held up the ice cream truck with her sleeve
got it drivin back up she's torn and suckin
she's rhymin' root and toot she stole my loot and my suit
she may have the muscles but no, she's not pretty
oh what a pity
got the glass titty filled up with kool-aid just for the kiddies
on the clip butt naked tootin' on a flute
ridin' on a horsie drinking whiskey out of boots
she's got the teeth and the wings of an african bat
her middle name is mud bone and on top of all that

yo moma's got a wooden leg that's real, real, thick(x3)
yo moma, yo moma, yo moma

I'm thinking about your mother doing funky things
I went to your house and she licked me on the cheek
I said excuse me lady but, I remember seeing you at the paladium way
back in September
cause you was beat by simple lou rawls
in the bright red boxer drawers
you said your moms was pretty and young
but she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue your mom
your mom, she uses roots
I saw her ridin a horsie drinking whiskey out of boots
she's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
her middle name is mud bone and on top of all that

yo moma's got a peg leg with a kick stand (x2)
I said yo moma's got a peg leg with a kick stand
yo moma, yo moma, yo moma

yo mom is so fat
how fat is she
we rolled up her back to get some burgers from wendy's
and her skates went flat I got stuck in her butt crack
they thought I was lost but, I was caught by the g strap
heaven forbid a giant fart would give way cause
that would blow me round the world in a day
we drove into the drive in and she didn't have to pay
cause we dressed her up to look just like a chevrolet
sittin on the mountain top
tooting on a flizute, riding on a horse drinking whiskey out of bizoots
with the wings and the teeth of an african bat(bat, bat, bat, bat)
her middle name is mud bone and on top of all that

yo moma's got an afro, with a chin strap(x2)
I said yo moma's got an afro with a chin strap
yo moma, yo moma, yo moma

yo moma's got snake skin teeth
yo moma was making sex threats to rickie bell
yo moma be walking down sunset with 99cent sign on her back
yo moma's a sell out nigga
yo moma's a pop tune
yo moma's glasses are so thick she can look into a map and see people
waving at her
his mother be hook fishing,with a hook and reel in the frozen foods
section
jay's moma got playdough teeth
yo moma be eating daytons like now and laters and shit.
Yo mama was an extra on the Simpson's and shit.
Yo mama is so fat you can't see her legs it just looks like she's
gliding across the floor....