What is the single greatest line in hip-hop?

What is the single greatest line in hip-hop?

My vote goes to
>Bitch, real g's move in silence like lasagna

My mind move like a Tron bike

>Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive

>And I'm So Fucking High I Could Eat A Star

i keep it 300, like the Romans

>Stank pussy smelling like Cool Ranch Doritos

>Step into the shadows we could talk addiction, when it's harmful where you goin and the part of you that know it don't give a fuck.

DID

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>Always been about them horizontal lines through them S's That's a dollar sign

>I can't talk to my motha so I talk to my diary

>Like Lieutenant Dan I'm rollin

i'm smokin on the gas like citgo

>Eating ass underwater, call that pacific rim

i live by 2 words, fuck you pay me

>Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook sucks my Peter

>mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips

>I keep it 300 like the romans

I done fuck ‘em all, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

>shell toes yes , P-R-P-S, there's a man riding a horse on top of my chest.

>Her cherry tastes like oranges, let's call it poontang

IMMA BEAT THE CHEEKS ALL UP IN THE SHEETS

>I'm boutta wile the fuck out, I'm goin Claire Boucher

>I never sleep
>Cause sleep is the cousin of death

Get the fuck out.

Make me bitch

>i'ma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas

forgot about this legend
rest easy pac

No homo we smokin penises out here

this

>i got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
>sleep on my stomach so i dont fuck up my sheets

Grab a star from the sunroof, I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true.

>I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appét,
>‘cause I don't know what to eat,
>fuckin microphone or the beat.

>i got a whole selection
>a whole collection
>a ho selection of my ho collection

Who more realer? Weed in the four wheeler
Fuck Mike, till you see me you never saw 'Thriller'
Fishscale, fish scales, gorillas
Dirty whore, want me to go raw, will ya?
Smart Pisces fresh from the Archdiocese
You got heart, fight me, I'll dearly depart wifey
I'm Anfernee I do things the Hardaway
Pardon me, Escalade, marmalade, mama stay
And I send 'em where stars'll play
And the dude cop a car today, Color: Pink Chardonnay
And I'll clap at ya man, clap the clappers
Clap on clap off, clap at his hands
Only thing he ever clapped was his hands
He'll get butt raped, duct-taped, the Michelin man, bastard
Get in the van, listen to Cam, maggot

Half of the bars on Mista thug isolation deserve a place in the top 100 all time.

>I could fuck Beyonce but I'd rather use my hand
>Bitch I beat my meat I take my dick out on a date
>I nut all up in my face, tryna' save the human race

>Got more soul than a sock with a hole

>Bitch, I did it, I eat ice cream with my chickens

ITT

>Young Ugly God spots your booty from a distance
>Booty from afar... same difference

>what's up with that
>you'll cowards don't even smoke crack

>I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom

>Got more soul than a sock with a hole

PALMS SWEATY MOMS SPAGHETTI

Came here to post this

Holy shit I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure

>ctrl + f
>no "window pane"

fuck we doin?

>I grew up the trife life, the times of white lines
>The hype pipes, murderous nighttimes and knife fights and flight crimes

>Every afternoon I kick half the tune
>And in the darkness I'm heartless, like when the NARC's hit, word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it

>New York City gritty committee
>pity the fool that act shitty
>in the midst of the calm, the witty

>benis

write her like a letter

Romans ?

I call these niggas niggers cause they all like chicken

I'm so high, addict
I'm so high, like an attic

skull fuck your mom, pop the eye out, lights out

i like fish and water i'm a bear

nigs need work on history/geography

>Nigga behave, nigga behave
>Us niggas, we can't behave

>I'm a hot and bothered astronaut, crashing while jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating applesauce

really makes you think about how blacks are the same as whites

MAN

>She got a big booty so I call her big booty

>I'm so fucking Good like I'm sleeping with Megan

Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system for murdering the rhythm

>life aint shit but a fat vagina

He industry, bitch I'm in the streets.

Not a wokka lyric.

I FUCK THE MUSIC I MAKE IT CUM
I FUCK THE MUSIC WITH MY SERPENT TONGUE

"Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from"

This one...

Could also be a reference to the roman numeral for 300 which is CCC which stands for Calm Cool and Collected.