ITT rap fans post bars that sound well read, nuanced, intelligent...

ITT rap fans post bars that sound well read, nuanced, intelligent, and don't sound like a teenager with access to a thesaurus. Unlike the rest of this board, I am capable of admitting when I'm wrong, so actually try and I will be honest.

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Bumping because I'm interested

>Now if I fuck this model
>And she just bleached her asshole
>And I get bleach on my tee shirt
>Does that make me an asshole?

>imma feel like an asshole

>I'm living in the future so the present is my past
>My presence is a present kiss my ass

Basically anything by Kate Tempest
If that counts as rap idk

Post-rock is the best rap.

You short-minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
And I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows, he’s so fucking gifted
I just needed time alone with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece

Moms spaghetti

So Tell Me, When You Took The Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test
Did You Know The Answers Or Did You Just Guess?
You Rely On Gimmicks To Amuse Your Fans
And Act All Urban To Jack-Up Your Sound-Scan.
What's The Matter With You? How Come You Rhyme Monosyllabically?
Is Atrophy Shrinking Your Entire Vocabulary?
Your Style's Like Garbage Cans Meant To Be Taken Out On A Weekly Basis.
Ever Since Your First Record You've Been In A State Of Suspended Animation.
You Look Like Snuffaluffagus And Australopithecus.
Me Cray, You Abacus.
But Enough About You, Let's Talk About Me
And How Single-Handedly I Redefined The Science Of Radio Astronomy,
Making Nobel Prize Winners Question Their Notions Of Reality.
Oh, But I Digress, You Play Sorry, I Play Chess.
King's Pawn To B3, Checkmate, Go Get Some Percasets.

Feeling like I'm not alive
But I know I'm not dead
Living lies but can't hide
Deep inside, the truth dies
But hope can't get change
Lost my brain, going insane
Self-medicate is how I cope
Leave my body so go afloat
On a roll that never ends
Don't know where I should begin
Feeling trapped, no looking back
Headfirst in that deep end
Living like a rolling stone
When I die, I leave alone
Getting high, I feel low
But we all know life goes on

Saul WIlliams - DNA

I am the streets
The white lines only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false god's name and still crash into me
Sign and tree; mountainside; guard rail; into the sea
They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me

Death Grips - Turned off

When I see you through the ringer, my ringer catch deuce deuce
I repeat like pi my ringer catch deuce deuce divided seven times
I'll lead you to where am I

ASAP Ferg - Cocaine Castle

Take a walk through the dark side, where a nigga don't see no light
One hit is all I need, that nigga gon' take your life
What about your wife? What about your kids?
What about your crib? What about your moms? What about her tears?
What about that shit? What about your uncle? He died last year
From the same thing, you kissed that glass to hide your fears

Aesop Rock - Gopher Guts

Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie
Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies
Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning
My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat
To Mom "It's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half"
She said "I'll keep you in my prayers," I said "I need to hide a body"
She said "Ok, honey, talk to you on Friday"

PURPLE LEAN GET ME FUCKED UP

MC Ride was trying too hard with that line

>napoleon analogy sounds forced
>only uses mongolian to rhyme with napolean
>also forced
>my jewelery brought the goalies in
>don't get reference
>characteristic/egotistic sounds cool
>still forced
>convoluted way of saying "I'm awesome"
>meaningless
The rest is good though

>reads out PSAT just to sound smart
Not even going to bother

First and last one are legit. I'll look them up

Eh, I think it works. Especially because of the cadence it creates in the song.


Hope you enjoy bud. Aesop Rock has a fat-ass vocabulary, but I think he uses it well. Definitely not like this

In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off
My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off
The franchise, doin' big bid'ness, I live this
It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished
A soldier, and I stay under you fightin'
Plus I'm stormin' on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning
Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, I'm harder than nails
Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail
I'm slaughtering stale, competition, I got the whole block wishing
they could run with my division but they gone fishing -
- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight
I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate
In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot
you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater
If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan
Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question: What do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is
None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen
I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
Kill the block, I murder the avenues, I
Rape and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
Looooove, I don't get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and blood-suckers
All I see is these niggas I made millionaires
Milling about, spilling they feelings in the air
All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
Trying to draw blood from my ice-cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

>my jewelery brought the goalies in
Hockey is played in an ice rink
>characteristic/egotistic
>convoluted way of saying "I'm awesome"
He's reflecting on (and seemingly accepting) himself becoming the poster child of egocentricity and speaking positively about himself, almost explaining his egocentric attitude (my ego is so big because I know I deserve it)

Not sure if this context will change your opinions on those lines, but felt like giving context anyway

Charles Hamilton - Post-Lynching Ceremony

I know there's some Afrocentric ass nigga out there thinking "I wanna shoot him!"
Listen nigga, niggas do nigga shit, quick to get pissed when they do some ignorant shit
You tell 'em nigga means ignorant then they say some nigga shit
Then sit on innocence like they don't give a shit
Come to find out nobody was listening, then they do some nigga ignorant shit again for attention
Just to be mentioned by niggas who really weren't listening
All from a word put in existence when you put it in a sentence? You be the division

Juggaknots - Clear Blue Skies

Boy they're just some thugs, stealing, slum-dwelling, drug-dealing, gun-selling and a hundred yard dashing after doing purse-snatching
Damn savages who ravages the buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken with the first dibs on the ribs
Looking like a damn monkey on the football fields and basketball courts, taking over sports
Leaving us just to golf and to tennis and they menacing society, the bums
They should go the fuck to where they came from

Josh Martinez - Absence of Torches

In hindsight a picture might be worth a thousand words, but only one earth-day is worth shit in every way we work the land and hurt the hand that feeds us
And even Jesus, the son of God leaves us
It's hard when to appease us as a species, we have to have more
And still the sore grows as our store of knowledge rose from building fires
The tire-smoke burning in the distance, dancing in revolution, mad that the establishment was overturned and dissolved
I'm singing in the acid rain, pollution problem solved in great pain to the rain forest and everyone involved

Based

Madvillain - Figaro

It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast yo' skills
Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet

MF DOOM - All Outta Ale

One for the money, two for the better green
3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend
Tell him it's for Medallin and use oxcyocetaline
Who needs airplay, it's all just hearsay
Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day
Miracle glide master, asked him what's his secret
He said 'Shasta', and turned to formaldehyde faster

>Did the man who invented college, go to college?
>Hm, ok then

I took this photograph soaking wet
After an 8-ball cataract broke a jazz bass fret
The same touch to the chest of a young musician
He wrote his own eulogy with cocaine hands
Heroin arms, Novocaine memories
Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries
Off of the dome, shit I'm off of the phone
Off of the couch, off track
Out at OTB with a stub and a heart murmur
A flask in a fanny pack
A bastard on any track
Daddy needs a new Megatron
Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm
You should've viewed how it affected John, cause
He erected bubble truths that burst loose from a glass bear hug
Cannonballing from mattresses for kitty litter fragments
Gleaming white under the black light
Well that's a random journal entry from scissor-hand nostalgia
Powers down to transfers
To some elected methodology of bare-knuckle compassion
A train wreck waiting to happen
Spelled out with refrigerator magnets
G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, ducking his own death threats

From back when El-P was El-P

Who are these guys?

>police ain't nothin
>you can bet I beat the verdict, bitch
>cuz I'm more connected than the alphabet in cursive is

>hand gun: automatic
>shot gun: pump action
>me with your wife, that's automatic pump action

rappers lol

I walked into your room and saw the note that you laid on the bedspread
I opened it up and tried to read it, but couldn't make it out
Cause what my head said
I had a million questions all running through my head
Got me stressing, just like a test result
If it was it, then you bit it, you did it
You truly deserve it
Decided to end it all
Had to set it off, got so much weight on my chest
That i finally decided to get it off
If i had a million wishes, i wish that you're here everyday
Just to say that you're pitiful
Pathetic, pathetic, beautiful, beautiful
Baby that made me go crazy and stupid though
Dead to me, dead as long as you pretend to be
Deader than the main event of a funeral
In the event of a mental breaking point, if you can see it
Dont hesitate to pull the rope, and pull it close as you need
If you need to go anywhere other than home, without leaving home
All you gone leave behind is a state of emergency
But heres the thing though
You won't even know
Until its too late, if you did it and it isn't late
It was fate, you lil stupid hoe
I just feel so embarrassed for the fact
I bought you a present you wanted, the night before
I decided to hide it inside of a box of an item
I found in the dining hall
Ever since you went away the sky has become
A shade of grey i dont even like at all
Give me some privacy when i decide to go through with it and do it
Then can i ride witcha
You had an unhealthy obsession with, most of all, your material possessions
I never did get it, i would if you didn't have shit
But the thing is, you always had everything
If you meant anything you said, then wouldn't it only make sense
If you never said anything

Catch me at the crib getting light to Jeff Mangum
It's fun to do bad things like rhyme about handguns
If any problem pop off
I'll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov
That's cause I'm a Goodfella
Stay up out the hood hella much now
But punch clowns if they touch down
While I'm eating lunch now
While I'm eating a burger
Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder
The ill '96 manifestible third eye
Abstract vegan backpack skateboard et cetera
Rap hella much in a busted ass Jetta with Coretta Scott King
Rap bridge
On a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking
I'm not joking, stop jocking, stop talking
Shut up, hush up
Please, shut the fuck up
Shut up, dude, shut up

I am no Mister Miyage on a chopstick hype with a bowl full of insects
I am not a part of your hotbed of rulebooks burn to a mountain of smouldering incest
I'm not equipped to pick wings off you lot and smear your remains on the wall
Like blood red warnings staining the halls of the paper mache cage made for you all
Nah, are you buzzing?
Dumb question
Rhetorical in part yet relevant
To your six bruk legs and your saucepan of gurned-up nights stewed down to the sediment
Scraped up sculpted and sold as a human
Second hand skin still delicate
Bought from an alleyway salesman the layers peeled off to reveal a disgusting development
Damn who laid these eggs in my eyes again?
If I boil them alive would you die for them?
Your machinery can't turn flies to men
Best kill them on arrival then
I'll be a drugged out mess when the cycle ends
Let these eyeballs wrinkle and crack
Till I wake one morn shrunk down on the ceiling
To find four cellophane wings on my back
Like rah!