Favorite Hip-Hop One-Liners and Rhyme-Outs (1 Viewer)
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This is a verse from A Tribe Called Quest's The Chase Part II, done by Q-Tip. Comes a bit later in the track.
Whoop, back yourself man. come watch me drop it
For showing me i could do it, for showing me i can rock it
Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
I got soul on a hymn, like jehovah`s got the witness
Musically, the three, poetically, be me
We in jammin on the airwaves, kids just rave
Obey the mcs, cuz the mcs say
We flippin more niggaz like we super dave
But noticin my stature, y`all niggaz know we gotcha
Movin to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
Movin with the grace, here we go, let`s begin
Makin people jump out their goddamn skin
Lyrically, we bite like we rin tin tin
Peace to grand pu and his many, many skins
Don`t mark with the arrow, cuz we know we get the wins
It`s the ab, shaheed, and the dawg for the blend
Whoop, back yourself man. come watch me drop it
For showing me i could do it, for showing me i can rock it
Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
I got soul on a hymn, like jehovah`s got the witness
Musically, the three, poetically, be me
We in jammin on the airwaves, kids just rave
Obey the mcs, cuz the mcs say
We flippin more niggaz like we super dave
But noticin my stature, y`all niggaz know we gotcha
Movin to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
Movin with the grace, here we go, let`s begin
Makin people jump out their goddamn skin
Lyrically, we bite like we rin tin tin
Peace to grand pu and his many, many skins
Don`t mark with the arrow, cuz we know we get the wins
It`s the ab, shaheed, and the dawg for the blend
Immortals verse (in actual music video to boot) between 1.40-3.12, cooold crazy shit:
Yeah they said that the success of my music was theoretic
But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics
Eugenics, Procter and Gamble, credit racial science
Couldn’t produce a more progressive intellectual giant
Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em
My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson
Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering
The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American
The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem
You can call it conspiracy theory
I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked
National security’s a codeword for cover-up
Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you
I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya
Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you
But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for svoboda
So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic
Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic
You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich
Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch
My lions live inside a box like Jumanji
Sick nigga status stab you up like Indira Gandhi
So never desecrate the space on which I meditate
My thoughts rip through tank armoured metal plates
It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate
The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate
The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake
And Siddhārtha became the Buddha that regenerates
Half of ? over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers
Soul-controller, holder of knowledge so fuck Dianetics
I’m like the whole library kemet Annunaki genetics
Yeah they said that the success of my music was theoretic
But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics
Eugenics, Procter and Gamble, credit racial science
Couldn’t produce a more progressive intellectual giant
Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em
My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson
Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering
The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American
The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem
You can call it conspiracy theory
I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked
National security’s a codeword for cover-up
Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you
I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya
Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you
But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for svoboda
So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic
Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic
You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich
Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch
My lions live inside a box like Jumanji
Sick nigga status stab you up like Indira Gandhi
So never desecrate the space on which I meditate
My thoughts rip through tank armoured metal plates
It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate
The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate
The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake
And Siddhārtha became the Buddha that regenerates
Half of ? over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers
Soul-controller, holder of knowledge so fuck Dianetics
I’m like the whole library kemet Annunaki genetics
Nigga it's the J to the I to the M to the J-O-N-E-S
Nigga in the flesh
Chewy boy, do me with the buddha cess
I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines
And Tommy Tuckers man Im stoppin fuckas like a sign
So read my mind, the situation's critical
And off that chewy man shit can get like britical
You think you know me? Well test your luck and try me out
And watch me treat you like a cow in a slaughterhouse
That cutty chrome, that microphone
That new Jim Jones, that indo zone
That watch that valium on your dome
I'm putting beary fairy niggas in a state of shock (shock!)
And I'm a killa whale but nigga check my pit lock
So bust that, crush that, crush that
Andre Nickatina - Killa whale
put the phone on ya but it's the booty call
and I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll
and I'm out
half a blunt hangin' out my mouth
speedin' like a demon on 101 south
I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin' nut
ya got a gram bag get the zags an' roll 'er up
it's Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts
maximum speed drivin' I don't give a fuck
garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
these bitches on the street muthafucka were you at
dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha set
the blunt went out but we ain't done yet
get another one blaze
bitch get paid
a welfare that check every 15 days
Andre Nickatina - Scottie 15
Nigga in the flesh
Chewy boy, do me with the buddha cess
I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines
And Tommy Tuckers man Im stoppin fuckas like a sign
So read my mind, the situation's critical
And off that chewy man shit can get like britical
You think you know me? Well test your luck and try me out
And watch me treat you like a cow in a slaughterhouse
That cutty chrome, that microphone
That new Jim Jones, that indo zone
That watch that valium on your dome
I'm putting beary fairy niggas in a state of shock (shock!)
And I'm a killa whale but nigga check my pit lock
So bust that, crush that, crush that
Andre Nickatina - Killa whale
put the phone on ya but it's the booty call
and I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll
and I'm out
half a blunt hangin' out my mouth
speedin' like a demon on 101 south
I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin' nut
ya got a gram bag get the zags an' roll 'er up
it's Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts
maximum speed drivin' I don't give a fuck
garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
these bitches on the street muthafucka were you at
dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha set
the blunt went out but we ain't done yet
get another one blaze
bitch get paid
a welfare that check every 15 days
Andre Nickatina - Scottie 15