best diss tracks ever

[oats]

these shitty records from Drake and Meek had me nostalgic for the better days of rap beef. I'm still partial to Malcolm X, and obv Ether, Hit Em Up and Takeover are classics. What else comes to mind? Bitch In U is another dope one.

[jilti]

No vaseline- ice cube

[Ace]

everything about canibus vs LL

[Mr. J]

Pain In His Life & Letter To Saigon










T Shirt & Buddens for teh lulz

[Mr. J]

The Bridge Is Over








Loose Change...









Stay Strapped










Ludas verse on Stomp off that Young Buck track was sick




idk though...

[dull boy]

Linda Tripp by El-P

(I love Company Flow)

[Flow]

Hit em up for me is the best diss song ever, it's laced in livid hate, my fo fo make sure all yo kids don't grow? Gotta love tu pac

[Ghost1]

One of my all time favorite since forever was beanies put ya hands up Jada kiss diss.

[Inno]

Super ugly

Bitch in you

[Destroyer]

real mufffuckin gs

[Amen.]

Originally Posted by quaker oats

these shitty records from Drake and Meek had me nostalgic for the better days of rap beef. I'm still partial to Malcolm X, and obv Ether, Hit Em Up and Takeover are classics. What else comes to mind? Bitch In U is another dope one.

Checkmate - Kiss

why niggas always forget about Kiss droppin bars against 50.

[Useless]

Nail in the coffin...Eminem's

[Amen.]

Lol, haven't heard the Meek drop but have read nothing but bad reviews.

especially by people who know little to nothing about HIPHOP.

is it worth listening too? or give these other idiots the benefit of the doubt and not bother?

[Diode]

em burying everlast

[Hush]

Ether
Hit me up
Takeover
Who shot ya

[~RustyGunZ~]

Ether
Who shot ya
Checkmate

[Witty]

Canibitch is my favourite

'We pulled up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still moving but his ass was rotted
He kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I stick him with a fork, he's done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbing, christ
he won't die, this guy's like a battered wife
He's like kim, he keeps coming back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
hold up, 'bis quit folding up
punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
DO SOMETHING, at least one punchline
C'mon, till the meter reads 9-9-99% of my fans are blonde
Answer me 'bis, c'mon man respond
tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon, the stars
Intergalactical metaphors from Mars
Raw to the floor, raw like reservoir dogs
bite another line from redman's song
just then, the stump of a dead man's arm
of a midget, reaches out from under the car
It's JD, this mother fucker won't die neither
Dre starts spraying him with cans of either
We stomp the bitch and then, stomp the bitch again
Detroit bitch, Compton, talk some shit again
Stomp him, switch feet, stomp him, switch again
Dre alright he's dead dawg, quit kicking him
Looks like Canibus jumped off the bridge again
He disappeared yo, he's gone, he did it again'

that whole shit still kills me to this day lol

[Ghost1]

Word all of ems diss tracks r legit. Lotve diss tracks have way too much filler....he always goes in w disses the whole way thru.

[Amen.]

ether & checkmate my favorites

[Diode]

let's not forget this:



[Verse 1]
I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missing
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of pissing
I'm about to have your whole team wishing
That you never got this shit started
You about to be dearly departed
You gotta be nearly retarded
To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention
Now I'm running through this game lynching
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low
These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty
To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities
You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy
To think for a second, you can stand next to me
Look don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles
Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles
And I heard your album, this must be something you're new at
Cause I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringing like a slap in the ear
So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career
Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burning
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, motherfuckers

[Hook]
I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
And that go for any other so called rap cats, in the game
Pay homage, respect
Acknowledge the rep
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
Pay homage, respect
Nope, acknowledge the rep
Just you wait
Acknowledge the rep

[Verse 2]
Yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary
And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
Since my last mission this nigga's been ass-kissing
I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissing
Your group homes are about to be reporting you missing
And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse
I'mma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first
See I couldn't even find one nigga that heard of you
I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you
But I told 'em chill, I let 'em know you was my son
And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas nigga, I Gave You Power
I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots
I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz
Tell him I say fuck him for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'mma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'mma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
I'mma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your shit wasn't so whack, I'd diss you to your own track
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fucking with me, you better off trying to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow
And you can't spit nigga, so you obviously must swallow
Motherfucker