Post your Favorite Lyric

It can be a couple words, a few bars or a chorus or whatever… just post some of your favorite lyrics. Feel free to post more than once!

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Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middle man who didn’t do diddly

  • Big Pun (R.I.P. big fella)

Life Goes On - 2PAc

i am addicted!!

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there’s a Heaven for a ‘G’
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha last ones left
but life goes on…

[Verse One:]

As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin’
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y’all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he’s getting bye
It’s time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G’s
loc’ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let’s get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin’ ‘thug till I die’
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i’m in tha zone
thinkin’
‘I don’t wanna die all alone’
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin’ memories
I love them niggas to death
i’m drinkin’ Hennessy
while tryin’ ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ***
when you passed…
cause life goes on

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won’t see parole
imagine life as a convict
that’s getten’ old
plus with tha drama
we’re lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin’ cheap tricks from gettin on her…
life in tha hood…
is all good for nobody
remember gamin’ on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain’t worried
eyes bluried
sayin’ goodbye at the cemetary
tho’ memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till’ my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Bury me smilin’
with G’s in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don’t get in
tell all my people i’m a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on…

[Chorus repeats to end]
[sung overtop repeating chorus]

Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin’ life
Niggas doin’ 50 and 60 years and ****
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we’re gonna clock now
get money
evade *es
evade tricks
give players plenty space
and basicaly just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be like,
'God
, them niggas came up’
that’s right baby
life goes on…
and we up out this *****
hey Kato, Mental
y’all niggas make sure it’s popin’ when we get up there
don’t front.

:stunned: Ooooh somany ****

Pharoahe Monch - Agent Orange

Its not a vietnam song…
I knew women from Desert Storm who came back deformed.
missing limbs and disease in their legs and arms
chemicals twice as strong as Agent Orange
…There’s messages in the bass drum
War goin’ on for your mind, no man is safe from…
its not a game, boy - x-box or playstation,
it’s Resident Evil when every President’s a Mason,
‘Robin’ y’all fools like Dick Grayson,
y’all inherited roots and don’t know how to retrace 'em…

Big L R.I.P.

Deadly Compination feat. Tupac

I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G.
I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
with more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y’all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin the finest **** money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I’m in
Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH
cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene
Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

Now I see the world as a candy store
With a cigarette smile, saying things you can’t ignore
Like mommy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Lover, hey "f*** you"
I can see everything here with my third eye
Like the bluein the sky

Pink - God is a dj

“Nacho, nacho man. I want to be a nacho man” – Homer Simpson :slight_smile:

Nah… My favorite lyrics are probably Time by Pink Floyd and Warm Wet Circles by Marillion. Old stuff…

From warm wet circles:

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classrooms shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes;
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations,
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience
With her giggling jealous confidantes,
She faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation
That’ll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus
Kiss adolescence goodbye

When I am king you will be first against the wall.

from ‘Paranoid Android’ by Radiohead

Also

I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath.

from ‘Random Song’ by Postal Service

Child’s tear, so full of fear, falling from the arms of our makers. Violent World -The Front

To live is to suffer but to survive, well that’s to find meaning in the suffering.
Dmx - Slippin’

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My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I’m ****in a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it’s justice!

(possibly one of the best tracks ever made! El-P is more creative than god!)

from the dust of sleep, a promise to keep, then all who see…shall believe…deliver into my hand…the sword of the land…let my journey begin, so all shall understand…that if i fall, i will live again…

manowar - dawn of battle