the best raps lyrically

[cbay]

busdriver

[decisive]

For complex rhyming, Pharoe Monch. For good flow, Rodney P, for light humoured flows Dirty Diggers. Plus, just to plug us a bit, Bradley has stupid complex multi flow and some deep lyrics... http://soundclick.com/bradleytfr

 

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[cbay]

abdominal

gift of gab

diverse

[Guest Deeswift]

Add the new Public Enemy album to this list. Or die.

[cbay]

they have a new album?

[dissonance]

mr Lif

 

Akrobatik

 

Dres of BlackSheep

 

Esoteric

 

Paris

 

Sage Francis

 

Adeem

 

Immortal Technique

 

Virtuoso

 

the Skitzofreniks

[jambo]

suprised no-one mentioned edan - guys penned some awesome chit. glad to see folks down with doom tho'. madlib (also as quas..), does it for me also.

[Jimmy]

why has KA-NO no been mentioned yet

[dextrous]

You see are we talking content or flow here? If its content why is Dee the only one to have mentioned Chuck D?

If we're talking flow crazyness then too many people spring to mind. Edan kills it though:

 

Yeah

How's everybody doin out there

This is Edan the Humble Magnificient

and right about now we're gonna get into this song called Syllable Practice

and what that means

is that I'm not gonna say anything significant

You know

but it's gonna be battle rhymes

and it's gonna sound pretty

So listen to this

 

 

The renegade radical, demonstrates battle drill

Efficiency and dedication through placement

Of syllable swords directly where umbilical cords were chopped when

Little kids were put up for adoption

Torture the orphan, I'll toss the forster kid

Waterlogged monologues and cross your faucet

Tap water lyricist, receive a rap slaughter hearin this

Perceive the prince where the mirror is

Expel tears and sweat to build pyramids

Irrigate, irritated orators excel

Extend ornaments to torment your tournament

Fortify five midgets in four to five mintues

Organize clinics that's short of more than five misfits

Mystic, I'm the sort of guy with tricks

Shift with the times until the stars burn out

Until then building with iller syllable workouts

[JWalker]

Had to post the lyrics to Sage's Makeshift Patriot:

 

It's the makeshift,

The patriot,

the flag shop is out of stock,

I hang myself for your live telecast.

 

Coming live from my own theater room,

Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,

Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline.

It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other

sentence.

My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures.

Don't give me that ethical shit.

I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable

american kids,

and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.

That's exsactly how they attacked,

with a typically dark-skinned disney villain.

Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse

into our buildings.

Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.

Pregnant women could have protected their children;

wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.

I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,

wondering if after it settles,

we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.

The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it

boils over,

but only on our own soil,

so the little boy holds a toy soldier,

and waits for the suit and tie to come home.

We're going to wait until he's older, though,

before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.

I'll get a close-up of his head.

 

Makeshift patriot,

the flag shop is out of stock,

I hang myself at half mast.

(3x)

 

It's the makeshift,

The patriot,

the flag shop is out of stock,

I hang myself while the stock markets crash.

 

The city is covered in inches of mud.

I see some other pictures of victims erupt.

Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,

leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding

hands,

to escape the brutal heat;

sometimes in groups of three.

The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would

like to breath,

but all they say when all was said,

beyond the talking heads,

was the bloody dust with legs,

looking like the walking dead calling for meds.

All the hospitals overwhelmed,

volluntiers need to go the hell home.

Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell

phones.

Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death

toll?

Someone we rally behind.

He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.

We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath

control.

The less we know, the more they fabricate,

the easier it is to sell a soul.

 

(Man talking)

There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies

last.

Changes need to be made;

no more curbside baggage,

seven pm curfew,

racial profiling will continue with less bitching.

We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant

scripture to quote,

remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much

wealthier.

So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

 

We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on

TV.

Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.

The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,

'cause lots of things seem too sick.

I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.

I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at,

which foot is right to kiss.

We don't really know who the culprit is yet,

but he looks like this.

We know who the heroes are,

they're not the xenophobes who act hard.

We taught the dog to squat,

how dare he do that shit in our own back yard.

They happen to scar our financial state,

and char our landscape.

Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn

tape?

While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,

 

on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop

to provoke US angst.

So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a

family huddle,

'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,

humanity struggles.

There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the

rubble;

some of them dug for answers in the mess,

but the rest were looking for trouble.

 

Makeshift patriot,

the flag shop is out of stock,

I hang myself at half mast.

(3x)

 

It's the makeshift,

The patriot,

the flag shop is out of stock,

I hang myself.

Don't waive your rights with your flags.

[foodstamps]

MF Doom, Non Phixion.

 

Fuckin' Word.

 

Goretex and Ill Bill two of the most underated emcees.

 

 

Also

 

Nas

Pharoahe Monche

Cannabis

Ghostface

Slick Rick

Slug / Atmosphere

Jay Z

 

 

 

 

Dee just checked your boy Stepchild, cat is crazy haha. Mad sht, cat should be signed no doubt!

[2ndhand]

captain rock

melle mel

doug e fresh

method man

[mattnice]

foodstamps your list is nearly perfect .

Rakim makes it spot on...

[Steve]

GZA.

[mattnice]

the list grows bigger

 

 

what about guru ?

[Jon]

I know some of you won't catorize him as an mc but mike shinoda writes some very good lyrics which have meaning, none of this my car my girl my chain rubbish, the reason i detest 98% of hiphop. I agree with a few of the names mentioned, i havnt heard of most of them , so ill check their lyrics out.

 

Heres some mike shinoda song quotes for people doubting my choice:

 

We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see

A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

I block out the sight of the powers that be

Duck away into the darkness, times up

I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut

So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

 

From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture's there

The memory won't escape me

But why should I care

 

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up

 

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs

And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around

Watchin the wheels of cars that pass

I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows and captures the eye

And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by

And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box

Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain

The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game

And while the insides change, the box stays the same

And the figure inside could bear anybody's name

The memories I keep are from a time like then

I put them on paper so I could come back to them

Someday I'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend

That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

 

----

 

woke up in a dream today

To the cold of the static

And put my cold feet on the floor

Forgot all about yesterday

Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore

A little taste of hypocrisy

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake

Slow to react

Even though you're so close to me

You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back

 

It's true, the way I feel

Was promised by your face

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you're not with me

I'm with you

(You, now I see, keeping everything inside)

With you

(You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)

With you

(You, now I see, keeping everything inside)

With you

(You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)

With you

Ughhhh!

 

I hit you and you hit me back

And we fall to the floor

The rest of the day stands still

Fine line between this and that

But when things go wrong, I pretend the past isn't real

Now I'm trapped in this memory

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake

Slow to react

Even though you're close to me

You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back

[Matt]

personally,

 

aceyalone

del

iguana man

verb t

yungun

mikey d.o.n.

big l

lord finesse

apathy (older stuff)

rise

slug

nas

rakim

busta rhymes (incredible emcee)

[Matt]

i assume everyone was lost for words, unaware of the above greats..

[djxander]

I've recently fallen in love w/ Lauryn Hill... her music that is... but more of her singer/songwriter stuff as opposed to her rapping...

 

I'll post up MTV Unplugged 2.0 Lauryn Hill... its so amazingly deep and soulful and beautiful... just damn near perfect honestly...

[Guest Deeswift]

del

 

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Word.

[cbay]

big l rest in peace..

 

shinoda's seems like a smart guy. i used to like linkin park till they did that jay-z shit. my fave album was reanimation.

[Nimrod]

I know some of you won't catorize him as an mc but mike shinoda writes some very good lyrics which have meaning, none of this my car my girl my chain rubbish, the reason i detest 98% of hiphop. I agree with a few of the names mentioned, i havnt heard of most of them , so ill check their lyrics out.

 

Heres some mike shinoda song quotes for people doubting my choice:

 

We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see

A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

I block out the sight of the powers that be

Duck away into the darkness, times up

I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut

So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

 

From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture's there

The memory won't escape me

But why should I care

 

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up

 

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs

And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around

Watchin the wheels of cars that pass

I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows and captures the eye

And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by

And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box

Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain

The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game

And while the insides change, the box stays the same

And the figure inside could bear anybody's name

The memories I keep are from a time like then

I put them on paper so I could come back to them

Someday I'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend

That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

 

----

 

woke up in a dream today

To the cold of the static

And put my cold feet on the floor

Forgot all about yesterday

Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore

A little taste of hypocrisy

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake

Slow to react

Even though you're so close to me

You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back

 

It's true, the way I feel

Was promised by your face

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you're not with me

I'm with you

(You, now I see, keeping everything inside)

With you

(You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)

With you

(You, now I see, keeping everything inside)

With you

(You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)

With you

Ughhhh!

 

I hit you and you hit me back

And we fall to the floor

The rest of the day stands still

Fine line between this and that

But when things go wrong, I pretend the past isn't real

Now I'm trapped in this memory

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake

Slow to react

Even though you're close to me

You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

 

dude i know you dig shinoda,

 

and they are good lyrics, but linkin park have their lyrics written by other people.

 

and the amount of cliches he raps is ridiculous... true not about guns and bitches etc but about "underground shit" like "yo i been diggin in the crates since day one" etc etc, which is just as wack imo.

[FreeiPod]

if you're looking COMPLETELY technically and lyrically, Paul Barman owns, hahaha, cept he's a nerd who has a nursery rhyme-esque flow, but his lyrics are nutty how complex they are sometimes

 

pz!

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

word

[Matt]

I've recently fallen in love w/ Lauryn Hill... her music that is... but more of her singer/songwriter stuff as opposed to her rapping...

 

I'll post up MTV Unplugged 2.0 Lauryn Hill... its so amazingly deep and soulful and beautiful... just damn near perfect honestly...

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

 

her rhymes circa 93-95 were hot..

[Jon]

I know some of you won't catorize him as an mc but mike shinoda writes some very good lyrics which have meaning, none of this my car my girl my chain rubbish, the reason i detest 98% of hiphop. I agree with a few of the names mentioned, i havnt heard of most of them , so ill check their lyrics out.

 

Heres some mike shinoda song quotes for people doubting my choice:

 

We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see

A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

I block out the sight of the powers that be

Duck away into the darkness, times up

I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut

So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

 

From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture's there

The memory won't escape me

But why should I care

 

In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up

 

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs

And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around

Watchin the wheels of cars that pass

I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows and captures the eye

And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by

And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box

Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain

The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game

And while the insides change, the box stays the same

And the figure inside could bear anybody's name

The memories I keep are from a time like then

I put them on paper so I could come back to them

Someday I'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend

That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

 

----

 

woke up in a dream today

To the cold of the static

And put my cold feet on the floor

Forgot all about yesterday

Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore

A little taste of hypocrisy

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake

Slow to react

Even though you're so close to me

You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back

 

It's true, the way I feel

Was promised by your face

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you're not with me

I'm with you

(You, now I see, keeping everything inside)

With you

(You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)

With you

(You, now I see, keeping everything inside)

With you

(You, now I see, even when I close my eyes)

With you

Ughhhh!

 

I hit you and you hit me back

And we fall to the floor

The rest of the day stands still

Fine line between this and that

But when things go wrong, I pretend the past isn't real

Now I'm trapped in this memory

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake

Slow to react

Even though you're close to me

You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

 

dude i know you dig shinoda,

 

and they are good lyrics, but linkin park have their lyrics written by other people.

 

and the amount of cliches he raps is ridiculous... true not about guns and bitches etc but about "underground shit" like "yo i been diggin in the crates since day one" etc etc, which is just as wack imo.

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

very true like tracks like high voltage , the one you quoted, are as unmeaningful as other artists. I didnt know they had their songs written for them at all, i thought they just wrote them colectively as a group