"Now in class you need total concentration,
But there's kids in the back holding conversations
Crackin' on each other and neither were poster boys
Both of ‘em smelled like the type that soap avoid
Coast enjoyed a leave of absence
One fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
Brimstone
Girls would never bring him home
I was laughin' and his friend raised his tone and said:
[different voice] Bud, you rolled all over yourself
Yeah, I know some people n your ass would be submerged
Like you need to do in water cuz you smell like a turd
Want a cap, get some courage your feet smell horrid
But look it up and while you at it get a cup
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
You get our vote for most stinkiest
That nigger started thinking the shit
Said I was frail, I said he was stale
Under arms is right, undergarments might
Bout the leap out your holy sweats
Then we hold him messin’ after this I'm gonna collect
Nigger check yourself, respect yourself
And watch your motherfuckin' body ‘fore your sweatshirt melt
And ready your act of no lady find you attractive
The funk got you captive
You don't need a map, bitch"

Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - If You Must

Now guys..hows this one..im sure u gonna kill me for this...LOL

But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho'...

---Eminem

Most of Rehab
from their Southern Discomfort [EXPLICIT LYRICS].

that's good one bruh!

not necessarily a rhyme, but nonetheless a great line...

"tree top of the trunk" -ol dirty b...or whatever you would like to call him.

I love the way Murs describes life on the road. dont sound very glamourous...

"As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we
watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who
Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out
And how healthy can you be?
When you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out
But the show must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn
If I don't rap every night, I might lose a fan
So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
And I haven't even spoke on the one night stands
Yeah that might sound fly to the average guy
But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to play the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful
So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I miss her
Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I only kissed her
Been home a couple days and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the road again
Begin another week..."

Murs/ God's Work

you know the type
loud as a motorbike
but they afraid to bust a grape in a fruit fight

Jay Z 99 problems

I'm Killin' y'all niggas on this lyrical shit
Mayonase colored Benz I push Miracle Whips
-Kanye west


I ussually don't fuck with the internet
or chicks with birth control stuck to their arm like nicorrete
you really fuckin' that much or tryin' to get on cigarretes
if she think its fly, she aint met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come of a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion your sister could get a hit of it
-Talib Kweli

This: the entire verse from Aesop Rock's Shere Khan

"I forever wallow in glitches grimly distributed by side effects
Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches
Drenched! Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies
a grey so blueless it's got eye fiendin for the sky
Synthesized lies rise synthetic
Sittin inside solidified plastics who's latteral burns germ
compatible
My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly
Yellow brick stalker walking shifty
Odd, but a prototype metroid programmed to holocaust style
while you're soakin in the stages of denial
Your petty soldiers seem fragile like Jaquemetti sculptures
Embedded in Paramedic cultures. We's rock steady vultures
Plus I's the guise of rowin a soul
My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles
Bizerk
Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it
Stripping, color my passion mitigated
Slipping..."

Sage Francis' "Makeshift Patriot"

Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence
My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective
"Don't gimme 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 exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain
Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children
Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions
Now I have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal
Wondering how 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 won't wait 'til he's older
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end
"Now get a close up of his head..."

The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat
Sometimes in groups of the three
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris
But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads

Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind
He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll
So we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TV's
Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties
Viewers are glued to television screens
Stuck... cause lots of things seem too sick
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music

I'll show you which culture to punp your fist at and what foot is right to kiss
We don't know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this
We know who the heros are. Not the xenophobes who act hard
"We taught that dog to squat.
How dare he do that shit in our own back yard!"

They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape
Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape?
While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank
With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst

So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle
Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles
There's a desperate 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

and then "Narcissist" i just love the begining lines...

"I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist
I simply like to watch myself exist"