They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
fuck tha police
On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I’m back where my brother went, that’s what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile. Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say?
-MF Doom, Doomsday
I really love the wordplay with his government name 'Dumile' having a double meaning of 'Doom'll lay'. There are a bunch of other MF Doom lyrics in contention for goat status, in my opinion.
"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey"
fuckin magnets how do they work?
Ice cream scoopin', shittin' poopin', shittin', poopin'
But more seriously, MF DOOM (RIP) is one of my favourite artists, but he's been covered in a few comments already. But one of my favourites from him is:
Getting paid like a biker with the best crank
Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West BankHead to Bali, smoking cuban cigars, And we fuck up the party like acoustic guitars
"fuck up the party like acoustic guitars" always cracked me up so much.
I don't know if it's the best of all time, but I really enjoy this from Common ('Sixth Sense’):
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hatingThe Drop [Intro] Victor, a stranger to see you Who that? Who that, who that?
[Verse: Viktor Vaughn] If I'm not working or putting work in I'm either wheeling and dealing, or probably jerkin my— Yep—listening to nothing, taking no suggestions Or destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection Rock a crowd in sections on a good night, the hoes fight Always get the dough first then everything else goes right At least that's what they say and who the fuck is they? Make a hick say “what the hey?” brought that chick from sick bay Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen Before he bust blast em, never trust no Cardassians Captain’s log supplemental The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal On my cue, photon torpedo Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito And so on for the street though, smoke a pound of leek though I'm jokin on the fact that hip-hop has gone freakshow Don't let the drama get you In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger Bitch niggas talk behind your back like a catcher Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O-stretcher In that order: man, woman, son, daughter The beat sound like they underwater, make it fun to slaughter Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance Some shit sound like all you could do off it is river-dance It's not a hobby, don't be sloppy Doing deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery Nobody supposed to get bodied, golly! This shit is like a folly 'bout to cold flip, probably It's not me, he got ill spills knot in Brooknam Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm While working on new developments for the book bomb In one bad experiment, it blew and took a hooker arm ("Arm and leg") BOW! look mom, no hand Studied black magic for years out in no man's land It's like a barbecue, all-swine cookout To fuck up they plans like a blind man lookout Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit Norbit, y'all better off going corporate Nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid There's no prints, he hold the mic with a mic glove And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love Like on top of the world loser keep it gully Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly It's why they brung V he still hungry And spit something thick on the mic like a lungy Mind ya daughter she on line for the water To get lucky like when she find a quarter kinda sorta Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board? He only came to save the game like a memory card Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude And it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes He said 24-7 I be on call He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall Numbskulls.. get to stepping they dumb dull And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull Cats be like "what's wrong with your man black?" Biohazard suit and Van Grack for the anthrax Jeez and can't get no peace Form blazin sword for the police robeast Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought You ain't know he sell hooks and choruses? They couldn't bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses It's like a friendly game of dodge ball Oddball God y'all, who played the garage wall With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace And the brand new INF they ain't check the boy waist You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop It's too much wreck hops Who next to get they neck chopped Or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew They out of place, beats sounds like outer space With no time to waste he was Audi without a trace
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar
Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller
"I take seven kids from columbine, stand'em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it'll solve a problem of mine and that's a whole school of bully's shot up all at one time."
So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it's time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the "moral majority" by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.
Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.
What good is takin' over When we know what you gon' do? The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I'm sorry, Puff, but I don't give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain't mine—what's my name?Thinkin' of a master plan 'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lintIf you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
"Who's that peekin' in my window? Pow! Nobody now"
"Luda, Jada and Nas // and our bullets give you a deep tissue massage // so here's a song and dance while I make these ends // you never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins."
Biggie: "Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State" or "Now honeys play me close like butter play toast"
"Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy." - _Daylight_Aesop Rock
I was raised in the city...shitty..ever since i was an iddy biddy kiddy drinking liquor out my mama's tiddy.
"Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily."
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair.
Mom’s spaghetti
Swagger tighter then a yeast infection
Fly go hard like geese erection
Fashion patrol police detection
I stay tight like Chinese connectionDr. Carter by Lil Wayne
I seen his feet and they both lefty
He's only steppin half correctly
“I used to drive a dinger with the dents in, now it’s pearlescent, and the bonnet got the vents in.” - (Bonnet = hood of a car)
I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
Maybe I am the ballot in the box / the bullet in the gun / the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son and really that whole theme song.
I like my sugar with coffee and cream.
I smell a grape in the duck preserves
Honey, check it out you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
I only wish I could find someone someday who will think of such romantic things to say to me...
Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be
The game sour like a pickle be
"Going up to heaven on an escalator/ Cause they sent you to hell on an escalator"
Or maybe
"I look like a dick in my picture ID/ But also the pic isn't me. Hmm"
"England is my city"
or
"Thats an awfully hot coffee pot"
Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.
And I'm notorious, I'll crush you like a jelly bean - LL Cool J
Alone. Phone's unplugged. Ignoring calls even though no one does.
Used to speak the King's En-ga-lish
But caught a rash on my lips, so now my chat just like dis
You think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see You got to kill you if you wanna kill me
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation,
y'all still chase on, I'll replace onIf you don't recognize that truth and the one who spat it, gtfo this thread you poser ;)
And, perhaps, this lesser known
I rip rappers and take responsibility,
For makin' future hall of famers look third-rate,
Y'all are lost for words like,
Conversation on your worst first-date,
And raw beats creep through side streets,
Loose leaf notepads, that's where rhymes leak,
Punch-lines, man, don't even beg,
I got knee-slapping tracks, y'all cruisin' ya leg,
You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke,
You ain't worthy of being my secretary,
Man, that's a quoteIf you do recognize that, well, you're just as fucking goofy as me, which ain't much, but it's better than nothing. But it's a pretty fucking tight set of lyrics.
basically every line from I will lick your asshole
but specifically "I'm so bad they get L.L to call the cops"
I don't fraternize with the ranking file
Ever drop a gasp for a General such as myself
That's sabotage!One of my favorites from Oh Bo by Bo Burnham:
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africaput your finger in the hole come bowl with me
Duck Duck Goose – cupcakKe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awGEv-ctCtg
and honestly the rest of the lyrics in this filthy masterpiece. 11/10
Milk is chillin, what more can I say.
Down for the count, get up and dismount
'Cause I'm coming with an endless amount
Of rhymes in a hurry like a flurry
A collage to camouflage the power punch, but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote, I got hands of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight I wrote
Rhymes at a level, so you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent, so stay awake
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
Rhymes is made of garlic
Déjà vu abducting
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping dripping splashing splashing happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really"Life ain't shit but a fat vagina"
We just sittin' here tryna win, tryin' not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like niggas move like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick
'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
[Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
"Cash Rule Everything Around Me"
Shit, lyrically niggas can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer: me or you?
