X Rapper's Overall Best Verses

**Goofle** · 09-07-2017, 05:31 AM

I think it may be a good idea to add worst verses to the discussion too. Although that could potentially eclipse the discussion.

I'm away in Wales for the weekend and it's a pain to copy and paste lyrics so I'll leave my own contribution for after that.

DwnWthVwls · 09-09-2017, 06:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mord

As the great poet Aesop Rock puts it:

I've been loving his new album.. Blood Sandwich, Rings, and Shrunk in particular..

I can't decide between these 3 soo..

Shrunk - track about going to see a shrink

Quote:

She says, "I'm not your enemy."
I said, "That sounds like something that my enemy would say
Instead of playing off the chemistry."
She said, "You're being difficult."
I said, "I'm being guarded; you're a quarter mil in debt
I get more guidance from my barber
Look, I'm not good at this, I grew up in a noogie-fest
You built your walls up high
Or say goodbye to all your Cookie Puss
Here's one: every time my telephone buzzes
I see images of hooded riders setting fire to hundreds."
She said, "When you start getting all expressive and symbolic
It's impossible to actualize an honest diagnostic."
I said, "When you start getting all exact and algebraic
I'm reminded it's a racket, not a rehabilitation."
Okay, agree to disagree as grown-ups from opposing clans
Honoring the push and pull, I should have called the Scholomance
Oh well, preservation is a doozie
"Will you be needing another appointment?" – "Absolutely,"
I'm shrunk!

Rings - track about being an artist

Quote:

Used to paint
Hard to admit that I used to paint
Natural light on a human face
Stenciled fire on his roommate's bass
It was blooming addiction
Amiss in the pushing of pigment
Book like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead kids of the minute
Drank Kool-Aid from a tube of acrylic
And it grew up into linseed oil over linen
Joy to the poison, voice of the resin
Capture a map of the gesture
Back up, add a little accurate fat to the figure
Redo that, move that inward
Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers
Studio strewn with illusion and tinctures
Stay tuned for the spooky adventures
You can't imagine the stars that align
When a forearm starts foreshortening right
Or a torso hung on a warping spine
In proportion reads as warm and alive
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush
Then a week goes by and it goes untouched
Then two, then three, then a month
And the rest of your life, you beat yourself up
I left some seasons eager to fall
I left some work to bury alive
I let my means of being dissolve
I let my person curl up and die
Eating up his innards, an unfeasible anxiety
Has brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy
Aligning with the trials of the anti-Midas
Nap on the back lawn, look up in the sky, it's…

Blood Sandwich - track about stories from Aesop's childhood

Quote:

Yep
Not a part of the machine
Big brother, big idea, '90, 16
Neubaten tee, plaid flannel-laden adolescent art kid
Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim
And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend
Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testing
It's real youth in the palm of your hand
When your mom thinks Satan is involved in a band
We were buried in the Village Voice
Checking who was playing where
Pulled his head up out the paper, pushing out a single tear
Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist:
"Ministry live at the Ritz"
It was Christ has risen to Chris
3 loaves, 2 fish
Miracle of mechanized loops on 2-inch
Coming to a theater he would be there in the flesh
Moms didn't say "No," but she didn't say "Yes"
Cop tickets, ah the plot thickens
Countdown to ultimate concert experience
Ma still wary
"...and why are they called Ministry?! Are they a cult?!..."
Maybe she would properly investigate
Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview
Read a couple sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three
That's all, no fair trial
Simply, "You will not be going to the show and that's final!"
What occurred next were the top of the lungs of a son who unjustly had lost what he loved
In a moment that would transcend anger to high art
Said, "This is something I am willing to die for!"
Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom?
Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched Converse

**Goofle** · 09-13-2017, 07:50 AM

EL-P - The Nang, The Front, The Bush And The Shit (Verse 2)

Quote:

Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder
What a marvelous martyr maker
50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup
Melt with me slower this round
Technical retardation sound
Round one sound the hardest
Heartless
Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted
The hot shit, hopped up and shifty
Shift shit sickly
Monster
Ancient makeshift ministry mic on
Nervous slur
Bomb teleprompter, sights on
Laser head looks like a linguist
Fighter lights flurry down Rounds like a ration
Allied force stranded
Stranded like a lord of the bugs and disbanded
Better bring the band aids
Hustle shit fantasy gun talk
Erotic logic walks out of boxes
Dead thug hug slug, metal like molten
De-evolve thug, crawl back in the ocean
Hoppy Horatio choke on broke potion
Broke and most potent to float, flank the facts
Face the fucks with flak jackets
Jack of all trade
Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion
I'm back like packers
Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into fragments
With terpuntine flows that broke down biblical tablets
Broken down handicapped cats leave in traction
The breath of sick death leaves a chest convexed with no F
Six steps to infected waste container misery
Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity
Humid unhuman
Brains that bloom tulips
Caught between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious
B-boy lucid
Ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts
Just for my people
Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range
Dose brains close to the range
To rope frames for the celebrity roast
Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat
With the mackerel, actual track catapult
Corpses act animate
Walk around the back yard munching on brain cabinets
Sad but erratic
Irregular predator with bad brain magic
Magic is a Siegfried and Roy with boy special
Batter the tapestry with bruises
Born to leak from alpine box in hot cruiser (straight bruiser)
With chain mail coats and bullet proof chokers
The most you can hope is to only get half choked
That's half a joke
I'm adamant, AWOL to the last atom
Active ax handler, handle hurt merchandise
Flirt, with inert word device devised
Formed pertinent ties
Tied to word commando kids, rise
Show me those New York eyes
Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Swallowed by void, wallow with toys
Hollow metal slugs penetrated
Just demonstrated
Fuck your fake face I hate it

Ol’ Qwerty Bastard · 09-15-2017, 07:23 AM

Melanin 9

there's definitely some mistakes in these lyrics 'cos i took them from genius but i'm not about to go through and fix them so take it as is.

Quote:

Standing in the strands of my Medulla
Seven gangsters fill the room up with straps to shoot up
Counting caps behind my gland spans a tumor
Filled with star clusters
Beneath a magnetic storm boards of form combustion
I walk towards the substance
Past abortion, war and corruption
Staring through my cortex circumference
Imbalanced fiends
Swallowing aspirins with anti-freeze
Memory banks bury the fabrics of a tampered dream
Wrapped between the vibratory molecules of a conscious thought in solitude
He wore solid jewels (?) where comets fly (?)
Cobblestone rocks beneath the roughened land
Peering over doctors in white
Draggin' bodies from graveyards
Splashing genetics behind a stained glass
My mind is the karma
Worship by the shrines of Shambhala
Full of psychotic carvers and crime sagas
Like writers from Harvard
Vipers and harlots, primers who target
Like the battle between Osiris and darkness
Modern life is so heartless
Thunder and light stabs the third eye's compartment
Which unveils the seat of the soul
Dressed in an electric velvet robe
Staring through an etheric telescope
The lens odors of death smell
Corn rows resemble chemtrails
On dead males (?) / hollow tip shells
Watching murderers perfect stealth under a dress velve deceiving truth
Feeding of social unrest like Indonesian troops in East Timor
My cavity streams the Eastern sea board
Looping heart beats on keyboards
Holes carved in concrete floor from C4
Mines planted blew the limbs of a child in the search to find harvest
Another live tarnished
Six billion bloodlines inscribed on parchment
Defines reasons why all life binds from carbon
All life binds from carbon