The Best Rap Verse You Have Heard ?

[mattjp]

His knees weak
Arms are sweaty
There's vomit on his sweater already
Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous

Pure perfection hehe

[Bravoboy]

'I can't stand rap music'.

Quality.

[FiGuEiRiNhA]

u are such a dickhead like the photo in ur avatar...

[Bravoboy]

Erm, cheers for that.

:mellow:

[Hunter]

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done,
I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun,
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch,
like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch,
and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap,
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback,
but here's a quotable for every single record exec,
get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X,
but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie,
and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me,
curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me,
Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams,
no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes,
I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend,
cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream,
and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots,
I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets,
and Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneaker,
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker,
and murder counter revolutionaries personally,
break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury,
ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots,
offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks,
your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches...

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[pbchillin]

I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tuff
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get witcha
And take your pictcha
My homeboys tried ta warn me
But that butt you got
Makes m-m-me so horny
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

I see her dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's Sweat, wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back

So Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Tell em shake it, (shake it), shake it,(shake it), shake that healthy butt

Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Baby got back
(LA face with the oakland booty)

I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And UH, double up UH UH
I aint talkin bout playboy
Cuz silicone parts are made for toys
I want em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock kneed bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna UH
Til' the break of dawn
Baby Got it goin' on
Alot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
Do you wanna roll my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

Baby got back

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36, ha ha
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin
And I'm thinkin 'bout stickin
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice did miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had a game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if your butt is round
And you wanna triple X Throw down
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back...Baby got back

Little in the middle but she got much back x 4


Despite the hilarity of it, it does have good ryhme.

[Ziss]

jimmy WHO

Jimmy Pop from Bloodhound Gang

[tom pain]

His knees weak
Arms are sweaty
There's vomit on his sweater already
Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous

Pure perfection hehe

Could have entered the correct verse:

His palms are sweaty
Knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already - moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the sufrace he looks calm and ready etc...

[Gunplay]

Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless
I'm having daymares in daytime wide awake try to relate
This can't be happening like I'm in a dream while I'm walking
Cause what I'm seeing is haunting, human beings like ghosts and zombies
President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies
In Zimbabwe, they make John Pope seem Godly, sacrilegious and blasphemous
In my lifetime I look back at paths I walked, where savages fought and passengers taught
Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots
And badges screaming ''young black children stop or I will shoot!''
I look back at cooked crack plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly, and I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks are still up in the prison trust that
So save me your sorry I'm raising an Army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparking an iron marching to Zion
You know how Nas be ''NYC state of mind'' I'm in

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[pokey]

nas n damien marley road to zian
quality

[Sir Rivaldo]

when a ni99a was a seed the only thing promised 2 me was the penitentiary: 2pac

[Dragonfly]

Spick and span, I like ham.

[Hunter]

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you
My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm snatchin' his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable...

Big Pun - Super Lyrical

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[Stack Bundlez]

KOOL G RAP

Yo When the gats reveal
You cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst
G.Rap be aiming at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst
We'll see who get plugged worst
We dug earth
The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you
Jacking you more than ripper
My fifth's an organ shifter
The human organism lifter
You'll be hearing organs
If ya leaving orphans, If ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher
To bump heads with those that dump lead
Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap,Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be

[JoeyM]

Common - Watermelon

I express like an interstate
Hyper when I venilate
My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reitterate
That I innovate
Bonin' broads when they men-estruate
I speand a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man's thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you're *sniff* unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I'd be bonin the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
probably some scratch clothes and some J's
I got six thousand ways to rhyme
Choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab
My stutter styles crazy
Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
Cause I kick ass
And when i wreck other rappers be like whiplash!

[interADRIANO10]

My birth on this cursed earth was so that
I could slur the words of my first verse in a rap
And burn the fuel that I need to attack
This hurt residing in me like pure crap
Bottled inside we’ll see perhaps when it cracks
If in fact it can last a century till I collapse
Only way to beat it is breathe it out of a rhyme
And jot it down on this line in a lyric, and spit it each time till you feel it

[wrigh2uk]

Welcome To New York Cam and Jay- Z

Jay-Z's Verse :

I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida
Rugged game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Match the spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?


Cams :

Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one
You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught
Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa


The two starting verse's dope as f*ck

[Aaronarid]

Eminem in Dead Wrong

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

[Kairi]

Ima pussy lickin' demon
with vanilla falvoured semen

[dmx_lifee]

either let me fly or give me death
are the words that i try to say with my last breath
and if my last breath aint long ill thank the lord for my life
that way my last breath aint wrong

DMX The Great
"Most High"

[Ogopa Djz]

The Entire "The Sun" song By Ghostface Killah, Reakwon, Slick Rick, RZA

Check out my nephew
He jumped up in the window just to see you
Look what he drew
A car, house, always wants to be with you
He's just as Jolly, He always begging me to let him see you
I'm like "probably if you clean up, and read a little"
You make people eyes glow
You got the weather channel bugging and you stubborn when it snow
You my mentor, Mothers name their Kids after you
New slang, nothing personal, we knowin what you been through
(Sun) You roll like, one in a million yo
(Sun Sun) You always find like, one in a building yo
We those babies from day one
All I had was you on my birthday baby- think you owe me one
The way the world look when you around
Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground
You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you
I adore you, plus I even go to the store for you....
Raekwon- The Sun

[Gunplay]

Oh my my my!

[nikos24]

Ima pussy lickin' demon
with vanilla falvoured semen

:mellow:

[Kevin_Arnold]

dogs love me cause i'm crazy sniffable

mike d, beastie boys

[Alcoholic]

Sway-Up Your Speed (remix feat. Pyrelli, Skunnyman, Bruza)

Said Sway come over there's nobody home
So I upped my speed, went to her house
Only to find, there was nobody home.

Classic.

[rsjohal82]

ras kass "nature of the threat" is the best hip hop verse ever but cos its like 7 minutes long or something im not gonna reproduce it here. check out ohhla.com or something.

[kaminen]

Has to be this one with El-p

Back in Eighty-Six I lived
for the four-course artistry
Metal worms took turns showin' off colors and shit
Like I invaded a mating dance ritual
Criminal now
Why the things we find beautiful undermine power?
El Product flash vet text, motherfuckers is like "Al, why haven't we lept yet?"
dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth
Then vanish like "poof"
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live on the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
cafeter one heat em live for the terrordome stables

Signed to Rawkus?
I'd rather be mouth fucked by Nazis unconscious!

[Gunplay]

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside their pussy with their minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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[Highway Penguin]

Immortal Technique - Cause of Death
I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
The way the government downplays historical facts
'Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich
Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight
Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon
And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me
You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I'm jammin' frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me
Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently
Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant
Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president

[50!]

From "Represent" by Nas.

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

[Ogopa Djz]

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside their pussy with their minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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Word...though "Deja Vu" was a better beat IMO.

[Rambo]

One of the best Rap verse I have heard was from Biggie in notorious thugs

[Neo]

Eminem - Sing for the moment

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs

Amazing song. All the verses are great.

[Craker]

311 (the original hybrid) - Offbeat Bareass

I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe
With the way I get high
Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a
Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim
When everyone knows jail terms should be picked in
Order of the pain that they cause
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
Until you violate the rights of another
Respect the space of your sister and your brother
The war on drugs may be well intentioned
But it falls fucking flat when you stop and mention
The overcrowded prisons where a rapists gets paroled
To make room for a dude who has sold
A pound of weed to me that's a crime
Here's to good people doin time y'all

[Eric Clyde]

One of the best Rap verse I have heard was from Biggie in notorious thugs

I thought Bizzy's verse was better.

We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby,
we ain't marchin', we shootin', and daily recrutin'

I thought that was a great line.

[Nifty1Pound50]

My mum smokes like a fire, my dad never wanted a son
I was bound to bring heat from day one
I dedicate my skill to the fights in my home
My first words at 4 weeks? Pass me the microphone
At only 2 years? I developed a sight condition
The rest of the globe couldn't see my vision
My area's a dangerous place
Your nickname could be Nokia - 'cause a clenched fist could change your face
Your crew can get their grange erased
Streets 'n' avenues remain the colour of a Merlot case

Eight-lines, but still tight.

[Abaddon]

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Love this song.

[Rambo]

^^ Same here

[Dr. Bob Kelso]

Man I promise, she's so self conscious
She has no idea what she's doing in college
That major that she majored in don't make no money
But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny
Now, tell me that ain't insecure
The concept of school seems so secure
Sophmore three years aint picked a career
She like fuck it, I'll just stay down here and do hair
Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs
Cause her baby daddy don't really care
She's so precious with the peer pressure
Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter A/lexus
She had hair so long that it looked like weave
Then she cut it all off now she look like Eve
And she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe
Single black female addicted to retail and well

Man I promise, I'm so self conscious
That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches
Rollies and Pasha's done drove me crazy
I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that (Versayzee)versace!
Then I spent 400 bucks on this
Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this!
And I can't even go to the grocery store
Without some ones thats clean and a shirt with a team
It seems we living the american dream
But the people highest up got the lowest self esteem
The prettiest people do the ugliest things
For the road to riches and diamond rings
We shine because they hate us, floss cause they degrade us
We trying to buy back our 40 acres
And for that paper, look how low we a'stoop
Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coop/coupe

I say fuck the police, thats how I treat em
We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom
We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em
Things we buy to cover up what's inside
Cause they make us hate ourself and love their wealth
That's why shortys holler "where the ballas' at?"
Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack
And a white man get paid off of all of that
But I ain't even gon act holier than thou
Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou
Before I had a house and I'd do it again
Cause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a Benz
I wanna act ballerific like it's all terrific
I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific
I got a problem with spending before I get it
We all self conscious I'm just the first to admit it

There is no better rap than that of the man who simply just tells the truth as he sees it. Kanye West - "The Truth".

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"You've got to hold and give
But do it at the right time
You can be slow or fast
But you must get to the line
They'll always hit you and hurt you
Defend and attack
Theres only one way to beat them
Get round the back
Catch me if you can
Cos' I'm the England man
And what you're looking at
Is the master plan
We ain't no hooligans
This ain't a football song
Three lions on my chest
I know we can't go wrong"

That verse touched many people in a way only John Barnes could, classic

:D Legendary. Best England world cup song ever for the most emotional world cup.

[Rambo]

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

D12- Git up.

This is verse is from Em

[Abaddon]

Like that ^.

The first bit is great.

Eminem - Kill You
I ain't done, this ain't the chorus.
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest.

That line is so good....

[Teekay]

Yep!
I got it from her 'ye damn!
The chain remains, the game is in tact
The name is mine, I'll take blame for that
The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? [laughs]
Pardon me I had to laugh at that
How could you falter when you're the rock of gibralter
I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water
This ain't no tall order, this is nothin to me
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week
I do this in my sleep,
I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I'm guessin' I can sell CD's
I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man
Let me handle my buisness, damn!
Kanyeez you got me, Freeway and Foxy
YG', Teairra Mari, Petey watch me
Bleek could be one hit away his whole career
As long as I'm alive, he's a millionaire
And even if I die, he's in my will somewhere
So he can just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah
He don't even have to write rhymes
The Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes
Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly
What I was sayin practically me whole carreer
The diamond is forever, I been mindin' this forever
Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better
People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin'
Instead we rose from the ash like a phoenix
If you waitin' for the end, the dynasty signed
And what seemed like forever is a mighty long time
I'm young bitches [laughs]
Goodnight!

http://www.universalmusic.ru/public/img/artists/jay-z.jpg

[Dr. Bob Kelso]

I like good pussy and I like good trees. Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe, and I get more ass than a toilet seat.

[Krook]

I like good pussy and I like good trees. Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe, and I get more ass than a toilet seat.

:D

Nate Dogg: Legend

[Teekay]

I like good pussy and I like good trees. Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe, and I get more ass than a toilet seat.

That song sucks.

[Magono]

What a great thread... Some of these Lyrics that have been added have made me want to get/listen to the songs. I was looking through though and could not find one of my favourites;

Song; Winter Warz (Ghost Face Killa)

Artists; featuring Masta Killa, U-God, Raekwon, Cappadonna

Cappadonna's verse. I Love it.

"You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin"

Now that is some serious Rap.

http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k32/RaPiD_Magz/250px-Wu-tang-logo.jpg

[flash dan]

think i'll go old school with chuck D's

I got a letter from the goverment, the other day
opened it and read it it said they were suckers

says it all really

[ih8puppies]

All the Kings horses
And all the Kings men
Couldnt put Humpty
Together Again


Classic - Humpty dumpty

[Rambo]

Big Pun- Leather Face

It's not a game it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall, when I bring the chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman
Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then [bam bam] say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like
fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, murder, respect, beer, honies and sex want here
I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
You fuckin with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later
Get your calculator, go 'head Decapitator's back forever
Can't count how many heads I had to sever
Half the niggaz I keep, I put em back together
That's the terror, cut open your girl
and make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
You fuckin with reel to reel, rap axe maniac
Sound bwoy killer, hack hack chain-react
Two for one - double the death, same price
What would Big say? "Huh, you know that ain't right"

Big L- Size 'Em Up

Ayo, I shoulda been out
I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
You see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
And if a bitch don't like me she must like women
Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'
It's over now, nigga, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT your bitch rode me
First day home I dived in it
Left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes
Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin'
Made singles wit' a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us
Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"
What

[mufcsean]

BY FAR THE BEST LYRICS EVER FOR ME BY THE LEGEND THAT IS:

http://2pac02.musicblog.fr/images/mn/1136402216.jpg
2PAC: HIT EM UP

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit em' up...

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin block i'm running through nigga
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I hit em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you popstars popped get dropped and mopped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint nuttin shit but a faker
Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was bobbin off
Nigga I hit em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
Tha's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth for the motherfucker opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz! (we killin)

[greenegg]

All the Kings horses
And all the Kings men
Couldnt put Humpty
Together Again


Classic - Humpty dumpty

Great choon me and my n****z dig it

[Rambo]

Had a dream I said, bout who he said?
Bout B.I.G. I said, that's big he said
Dig he said, proceed he said
Indeed I said, so - breathe I did
Don't repeat what I say I said, he said nothin
He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this
What I believe to be a yes I re-peated what was said
It came to me like a .. well as even I said
"You feel playboy," was the greeting he said
First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead?
"More money, more problems, better believe it," he said
"Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said
I see I said, jealousy I said
Got the whole industry mad at me I said
Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself
nobody built like you, you designed yourself"
I agree I said, my one of a kind self
Get stoned every day like Jesus did
What he said, I said, has been said before
"Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more

Jay Z- A dream

[wrigh2uk]

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby



With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
they punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world


Two classics verse's, If you don't know the song and artist you shouldn't be in this thread full stop

[JoeyM]

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback

Deck tears this to pieces

[Zarinho]

Killah Hills 10304 - The Genius, Liqiud Swords is the best hip/hop album ever made.

Restaurants on a stake-out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake Visas

[Abaddon]

Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped
Then you hype, cuz you last
And you might whoop some ass
If you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably cuz I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me
On your TV, cuz you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll never blow jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, cuz I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me

This is the sickest verse i've ever heard. It's one verse all the way throught the song. Don't fuck with Em!

[Gunplay]

She used to be the sweetest girl ever, ever
Now she's like sour amaretta
She wears a dress to the T like the letter
And if you make it rain, she will be under the weather
She used to run track, back in high school
Now she tricks off the track, right by her school
She takes a loss, cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So respect her, or pay up for the time used
And then she runs to the pastor
And he tells her "there will be a new chapter"
But she feels no different after
And then she asks him............."where my money at?"

http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/7475/lilwaynelq0.jpg

[The Messiah]

OK, Cool. Aight
Yo
She wanna shop wit Jay, play box wit Jay
She wanna pillowfight in the middle of the night
She wanna drive my Benz with five of her friends
She wanna creep past the block, spyin' again
She wanna roll wit Jay, chase skeeos away
She wanna fight wit lame chicks, blow my day
She wanna respect the rest, kick me to the curb
if she find one strand a hair longer than hers
She wanna make love in the Jacuzzi
Rub up in the movies
Access to the old crib, keys to da newbie
She wanna answer the phone
tatoo her arm
last one I got her sent it back to her mom
She call me Heartbreaker
when we apart it makes her wanna piece of paper,
scribble down "I hate ya"
But she know she love Jay because
she love everything Jay say Jay does, and ah...

http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8292/jayz1147b4cnk4.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

[JoeyM]

Well this is back from the dead

[Malice]
Rappers is talking to me as if (come on)
We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh)
And you and I don't share no common bond,
So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No)
It shames me to no end,
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs at the same time cry
Yes it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact,
I live from my kids and theirs and them youngins after that.

[Dragonfly]

Sway - 'Flo Fashion'

http://z.about.com/d/rap/1/5/f/6/-/-/SwayDasafo.jpg

http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/sway_lyrics_15612/this_is_my_demo_lyrics_45477/flo_fashion_lyrics_491776.html

"Back In The Days Before I Got Paid, I Wasnt Too Pretty So I Never Got Laid
As Soon As I Changed The Size Of My Chain, Rayz, I Cut Through The Crowd Like A Blade
Never Sold An Aspirin And Never Done A Rayz, So Ask Me Again How I Got That Fame
Credit You Get It You Got It You Spend It Gotta Keep Up "Wer" Cus I'm So Ashamed....

"One Day I Came Home For Breakfast When I Tripped Up And Landed On A Load Of Letters
Sumthin Says I Should Open Em Today, Instead Of Always Ignorin Em An Throwin Em Away
Ten Red Letters In My Name But I Doesnt Mind, If They Phone Up I'll Jus Tell Em That I'm Colourblind
Knock Knock Whos There Two Tonne K Bailiffs, Yea I'm Derek Wot Can I Do For Ya Fella's
Well I Cant Give Ya Money Cus I'm Broke Broke,Why You Comin In I Sed I'm Broke Broke
Not My New Telly Thats Broke Broke, You Must Think I'm Some Type A Joke
See I Was Gonna Pay The Bill In About 3 Days, So Keep Touchin My Stuff If You Wanna Be Brave
Now I'm Back At The Bank Tryin To Get A Little Loan, But They're Tellin Me A Brother Got Ccj's....."

Jib

[JoeyM]

[Andre 3000:]
We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkinbout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout

[Rambo]

Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
I'm a walkin' memorial
I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
So nigga just let that cause go

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[Gunplay]

[Andre 3000:]
We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkinbout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout
One of my favourite verses of all-time. It came out of nowhere aswell, Andre 3000 is definetly one of the greatest rappers of my generation.

[Kevthedrummer]

That bit where usher goes "YEAH" is a really good rap.

[Ziss]

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
and next on the mike is my man hank
come on, hank, sing that song

[Usul]

Listen to Uncommon Valour: A Vietnam Story.

There is one in there by R.A The Ruggedman which is by far the finest story telling verse i've ever heard.

[Cookie]

All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

:hamster:

[wrigh2uk]

One of many classic Roots Verses You Got Me


Somebody told me that this planet was small
We used to live in the same building on the same floor
And never met before until I'm overseas on tour
And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly
Taking classes abroad
She studying film in photo flash focus record
Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score
She said she love my show in Paris at Elyse Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart
Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter
When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone
Whatever, let's lay, let's get together
Shit, you think that not?
Think that dog went home and forgot?

Time passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spot
Telling me the things I'm telling her is makin' her hot
Started building with her constantly 'round the clock
Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...


and the ast verse that just adds to it

That snake could be that chick or that rat
Could be that cool cat that's whisperin'
She's trying to play you for the fool, black
If something's on your chest then let it be known
See I'm not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phone
And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact
That people bite back, fracture what's in tact
And they'll forever be
I ain't on some "Oh, I'm a celebrity"
I deal wit the real, so if it's artificial, let it be
I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds
Listening to they squalls and listenin' to they girlfriends
That's exactly the point where they whole world ends
Lies come in, that's where the drama begins
And she like... yo


I just love the flow of this whole track

[Dragonfly]

That 'Letter From God To Man' song by Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip has excellent lyrics throughout.

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[Rambo]

There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

[JoeyM]

great song. imo Survival of the Fittest > Shook Ones Pt II

[Gunplay]

Listen to Uncommon Valour: A Vietnam Story.

There is one in there by R.A The Ruggedman which is by far the finest story telling verse i've ever heard.
"Skill in killing, ill and I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, raping and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas"

Hands down the best verse of 2006. What makes it extraordinary is it's based on a true story of his father who is John H. Thorburn and his experiences of the Vietnam War.

On his best day RA is easily the greatest rapper to ever exist, but the guy just can't be arsed 90% of the time. Which frustrates me as a fan.

[Gunplay]

Here is the full song on youtube, please have patience and let it load up fully. RA is the guy rapping second (he starts at the 1:30 mark), I usually skip the first verse as I find it boring compared to RA's:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B90HfE5cIuA

[JoeyM]

On his best day RA is easily the greatest rapper to ever exist, but the guy just can't be arsed 90% of the time. Which frustrates me as a fan.

To be fair that could be said about a lot of rappers.

[Gunplay]

Touche, but this was the only verse RA had recorded in 2006 and it ended up being the best. Not many rappers can do that.

Were talking about a guy who Notorious B.I.G saw as serious competition when he was coming up in the business.

[TheAlchemist]

Communism by Common

So check it out, yeah
Chick-a chick-a I'm
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
my, own shit
Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure
man I'm newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill
And jack Jill's big bootay
But did the booty up, I told the bitch she better have my money
Or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga that be making all the by-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down!
I'm on some calm shit watch Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
was too complex, I got a complex not to complain
on my brain no complain and so will my community
And I prefer compliments
So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees
It's the nineties, and music got known for grease
I got a sense of direction and a compass
Com past MC's with compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort
Com should've been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill
But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It's a common market and it's so much competition
but to me, competition is none
To my comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
my compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

[Hunter]

Dumb It Down

I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless,
And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless which means my iris
Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded,
But I'ma find it, I can feel it's nearness,
But I'ma veer so I don't come near,
Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember
I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear,
Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness; the windshield is min-strel
The whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere
Yeah, I'm both them there,
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat
and the locs in the chair had approached him here,
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
who supplier of the notes of the living,
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies
Given to the mother of the deceased
Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace...

I sometimes wonder whether he's a genuis.

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[g33k]

Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cos you never know when you're gonna go

Also: Makeshift Patriot (http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Makeshift-Patroit-lyrics-Sage-Francis/B3F96BD2D4C3B41848256E63000B62 5E)

[Gunplay]

the windshield is min-strel
The whole grill is roadkill,
The bloke said "the windshield is minstrel and the whole grill is roadkill". Love that bit. The whole song was out of this planet, alien-like and I ain't even gonna lie to you lot, I had to listen to that verse alone atleast 5 times to fully absorb what he was saying.

[Hunter]

The bloke said "the windshield is minstrel and the whole grill is roadkill". Love that bit. The whole song was out of this planet, alien-like and I ain't even gonna lie to you lot, I had to listen to that verse alone atleast 5 times to fully absorb what he was saying.

I've had to listen to it quite a lot, still working out little bits here and there but I've pretty much got it clued. He's an incredible artist, was reading an interview recently where he's said he'll release one more solo LP titled "LupEnd", before retiring. Seems odd that someone so young and talented will simply retire soon, but he said something along the lines of "recording music and the industry doesn't appeal to me".

:(

[sikor]

Snoop:
Why you acting bad? probably cause I'm know as the bad actor.

;)

[Gunplay]

I've had to listen to it quite a lot, still working out little bits here and there but I've pretty much got it clued. He's an incredible artist, was reading an interview recently where he's said he'll release one more solo LP titled "LupEnd", before retiring. Seems odd that someone so young and talented will simply retire soon, but he said something along the lines of "recording music and the industry doesn't appeal to me".

:(
He actually stated that he's only releasing 3 solo albums right after Food & Liquor was released. This was a while back, so everyone has had to come to terms and respect his plans. He's not just a rapper, he owns his own record label 1st & 15th with a combined distribution deal with Atlantic Records, he also has 2 very promising artist signed to him, Gemstones a.k.a Gemini and Matthew Santos, he's also got various business ventures especially in the clothing industry. So he's really made sure that he has options before pulling the curtains.

[JoeyM]

[Big Daddy Kane]
And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been
That probably depends, let me show you how to begin
Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns
Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends
Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins
Come in the hood, flippin the chicken and broccoli Timbs
Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim
That ain't in you - the FUCK you gon' possibly win?
I do it, "Booty Calls" on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip
Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip
Heavy with, styles that's the deadliest
Cats on that petty shit watch how much lead he get
You tryin to go places, chasin Oasis
About nothin gettin low wages
Drink Hennessey with no chasers
Right hook is like Joe Frasier's
I'm the bodacious
Body parts are big and like Schwarz-a-niggaz
Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper
If you, block the cash, we lockin ass
I'ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass
Only out to earn figures like we please
but I don't mind to burn niggaz like CD's
Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it
[*COUGH*] Pardon me, but I'm fuckin sickwiddit

[Gunplay]

One of my favourite tracks from The Big Picture. Kane actually pwned Big L's verse (God bless his soul) on that.

[Gunplay]

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, "he just lost one of his kids"
And when I heard that, I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home, you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we're both depressed, counting our blessings cause Brad's 2
Praying for young souls to laugh at life through the stars
Loving your kid just like he was ours
And I'm hurting for you dawg; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open it's doors
And ain't no bright side to losing life; but you can view it like this..
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
Who loves all, and hates not one
And one day your gonna be with your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I would've been wrong
I wouldn't been right, it wouldn't been love
It wouldn't been life, it wouldn't been us
This can't be life...

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[Usul]

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[Verse 2: Esoteric]
You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion
The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean
The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin'
Actin' like the smokin' cats, their backs will get broken
And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie
Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly
Now you can find us, lined up with OS and QD
We flow fresh, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack
Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach

I think it's great, flow wise.

They're all pretty fucking good in it, and the production is flawless, as usual.

[50!]

I sometimes wonder whether he's a genius.

I'm pretty sure he is.

Disease the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone no cure and no protection
No sense of surviving or signs of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no corrections
Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections
Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept em if you wanna stay that's an exception
Appeal
The Heal
The I'll of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance
The poor say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor aren't the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press
Just to have something to propor
Some say the first case came from a maternity war
Some say em all some say the skies some say the floor
Niggas say the nuns, nuns say the niggas
And everybody is sure

The scientists said it only infects the mind
The little boy said it only infects the girls
The Preacher said it's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill off the world




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[FutebolArte]

MAD IZM (Sec 46)

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=KV2m36ACzxk

Wake up in the mornin, got the yearning for herbs
Which loosens up the nouns metaphors and verbs and adjectives
Ain't it magic kid when I'm kickin'?
Multi flavoured bag of sensi for the pickin'
So listen to the izm as it tokes nonstop.
Hawaiian when I'm rhymin but so is the chocolate thai.
now the high starts to settle.
Kickin fat lyrics that rock like heavy metal

[Sully]

Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
to make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
and the dissidence of miscreants
Especially in this instance
with the never ending persistence
to use the words in each sentence
as if they were blunt instruments
to beat a hole in the defence
of this beauty and her innocence
which serves to just build resistance
in spite of all my good intents.

Not the best but one of my favourites

[greenegg]

i say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
like a millionaire that has no money
like a rainy day that is not wet
like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
like dracula with out his fangs
like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
like collard greens that dont taste good
like a tree that's not made out of wood
like goin up and not comin down
is just like the beat without the sound no sound
to the beat beat, ya do the freak
everybody just rock and dance to the beat

Class song and class verse. One of my all time favourite songs.

[Hunter]

"Hey he had a whole lotta cheese,
Plus he was a mac had a whole lotta steeds,
Made a lot of niggas fat,
Gave a whole lotta g's,
Grams man he had a whole lotta these,
And he would let you hold like a whole lotta keys,
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones,
Twice the bread its like he had two buns,
And he had a whole lotta seeds,
Even his kids had mills for reals,
Some rich small fries wrappin paper since they was lil..."

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Words honestly can't describe Lupe, wow.

[Viperized]

[Notorious B.I.G.]
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin pictures on my wall
Every Saturday, "Rap Attack," Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? "Duh-ha, duh-ha"
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the ("World Trade")
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good
Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

[Nightprinho]

The Nightpro

Materclass verse 2

Since the beginning of time I been in my prime before I was born/
I was put to death/
persecuted/
cos they were shook to death/ It's murder stupid but life's given at the same time/
heaven & hell/
all exists within the same line/
parallel can I sell these thoughts?/
chains & whips love it/ dominatrix gimmie everything you got sugar/ we taste bliss/
close my eyes/ I'm being tortured on a slave ship/
get the fuck off me!/
you lost me/ I'm too elusive who's this/ bringing this slang/ yin & the yang?/
I'm a giant sunshine/
your a miniature man/ admit it your damned/
when I shine you grew/
I'm the boss/ I'm too deep/ too much style I'm Hugo
/ who's flows customized?/ don't wanna talk about it no more/ I crush that buoy!/
the wise souls learning/ jealous souls burning/
over zealous fold though their getting doe earning/
cos when the cheddar's blown who's de pon de thrown smirking?
/ Cabrone!/
sergeant major couvessier in my glass no chaser /still taking it slow/
you chase but find your slow to get results/
I'm drunk with knowledge/
Son mine is concentrated/ over-proof spirit that makes your conscience waken.

WWW.MYSPACE.COM/THENIGHTPRO

I THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO DOWNLOAD THIS SONG

[Sho]

[2Pac]

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha

[Lorenzinho]

Bleugh.

[Rambo]

Lollipop, lollipop, breasts is just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot, 'til she ask how many
Li-il-li-il-licks do it take, 'til she get to shop
Don't worry why my wrist got so freeze
Tell a girl like Doritos that's not your {nacho} cheese
Tell her friends like Frito's I'm tryin' too lay
I can only have one and I ain't tryin' to wait
This a song with Wayne so you know it's goin' melt
But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'm a rap like I got some tight respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt, man
I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
100 degrees drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt
Man I flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need 4 more ho's, we need oh oh oh OH!
You know what it is when we out of town
We ball in 2 seats, and you out of bounds
So come here baby girl
You're now fuckin' with the best in the world
Lollipop (pop, pop, pop, pop)
The best in the world

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[TH]

"Hey he had a whole lotta cheese,
Plus he was a mac had a whole lotta steeds,
Made a lot of niggas fat,
Gave a whole lotta g's,
Grams man he had a whole lotta these,
And he would let you hold like a whole lotta keys,
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones,
Twice the bread its like he had two buns,
And he had a whole lotta seeds,
Even his kids had mills for reals,
Some rich small fries wrappin paper since they was lil..."

http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/6964/lupefiascoqq6.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

Words honestly can't describe Lupe, wow.

I agree wow what has rap come to these days...:no::no:

[Hunter]

I agree wow what has rap come to these days...:no::no:

:no: What have people's brains come to these days.

Lupe Fiasco = borderline genius.

[TH]

Rapping about burgers good one...

[Keyser Soze]

Rapping about burgers good one...
You really are on par with the likes of somegooner for the 'Retard Of The Year' award, seriously. Get the fuck out of this thread.

[TH]

I look forward to accepting it Matthew.

[Keyser Soze]

Wow @ even managing to get my name you've found wrong.

[PES Rudeboy]

No verse needed, just the greatest quote from the greatest ever.

"I aint a killer, but don't push me......revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy"

Guess who?

[greenegg]

Pele :mellow:

[CaptainCabinet]

Might have to pop along to see Lupe at Glasto I think.

"It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
And it was You that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name

So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued
But this apology’s to mother nature, cause I created you"

[Sully]

Pip (L)

[Jonny2J]

No verse needed, just the greatest quote from the greatest ever.

"I aint a killer, but don't push me......revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy"

Guess who?Makaveli. :cool:

[Barry]

Rapping about burgers good one...

Look back at the verse and then look back at this post, don't you feel incredibly stupid?

[Jonny2J]

Look back at the verse and then look back at this post, don't you feel incredibly stupid?:laugh:

[Teekay]

http://maddoginthecity.files.wordpres s.com/2007/09/cheeseburger.jpg

Cause that's what's up!

[Gunplay]

This universal apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, "Nas, why is he trying it?"
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul?
So Untitled it is
I never change nothing
But people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it
So, shit, I'ma drop it
Like it or not
You ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD's called
I'm unbeatable, y'all

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2451386639_87d3f415da.jpg

This verse is just awesome and how the beat builds up halfway through it, what a great way to end the song.

[50!]

Mmm, Fried chicken
Fly vixen
Give me
Heart Disease
But need
You in my kitchen
You a bird, but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
All the way From Kentucky
To f**k with me
Look what you've done to me?
You Was number one to me!
After you shower
You and your gold medal flour
Then you rub on your hot oil for half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock
To the bed then, "Plop"
When we done, I need rest
Don't know a part of you I love best
Your legs or your breast
Misses Fried Chicken, you gon be a nigga's death
Created by southern black women
To serve massa, guest
You gon be a nigga's death
Misses Fried Chicken
You was my addiction
Dripping wet hot, cholest
Like Greeks with their (filafo?)
Or Italians with their to-mato
Pasta
Or roach is to it's roaster
Trapping me
You and your friend mac and cheese
(Candians?) and collard greens
Cut you knocking me to my knees
Was killing me when I miss, ah
Nothing I need more than a fish fry

I doubt TH14 will agree, we all know what he thinks about rapping on the subject of fast foods.

[doyin]

So what if you flip a couple words,
I could triple at that in birds,
Open your mind you see the circus in the sky.
I’m Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies,
No matter how you slice it,
I’m your mother-f**king guy
And just like a B-boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot,
Still come back beige.
Whether right or south paw,
Whether pot or a jar
Whip it around,
It still comes back hard.
So easily do I W-H-I-P,
My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business,
I got kreole C-O bitches, for my niggas who slipped,
Became prisoners,
Treat's taped to the visitors.
You already know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit.
Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back,
That’s okay with me, that’s where they made me at.
Except I don’t write on the wall,
I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall
Nah, I don’t spin on my head, I spin work in the pots,
So I can spend my bread.

Jay Z- Blue magic, this is hardcore

[cadey]

Late Night Jungle Cats - How'd you find a fat man in a supermarket?

You speaking my language
Bake my favourite sandwich
With a little pickle
and a helping of prune.

[Benjam]

Snoop Dog - Take that bitch home, and give her a bone, and give her the number to my celluar phone.

Just so funny!

[Rainey]

"Im not hear to argue about his facial features but here to turn atheists into believers" Kanye

[Zidillanito]

Life's a bitch but i married her like Norbit
The Sky's still the limit
i aim for the orbit- Singapore Kane

[Viperized]

[Lupe Fiasco - Little Weapon]

I killed another man today,
Shot him in his back as he ran away,
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade,
Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray,
Just five more dawgs then we can get a soccer ball,
That's what my commander say,
How Old?
Well I'm like ten, eleven, been fighting since I was like six or seven,
Now I don't know much about where I'm from but I know I strike fear everywhere I come,
Government want me dead so I wear my gun, I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young,
This candy give me courage not to fear no one,
To fear no pain, and hear no tongue,
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear,
If I'm in your dreams then your end is near.
Yeah

[Gunplay]

I'm right here, in my chair
With my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
Mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther
Go further, go hard
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murciélagos
I'm far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned with the Martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'
Garvey, got me a molotov cocktail
Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Ka-Boom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dopeboy just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-pilot
While guys just, stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this Rap game it's your go....

http://blogs.villagevoice.com/statusainthood/jaycigar.jpg

[TH]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton.

N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton.

In bold is my favourite line of the verse.

[Gunplay]

Let's say you and your homie
Best friends one and only
Confidant who I trust, never phony
Just I and this young guy I called my brodie
We was like the age of 5, since he known me
But now it's like hazy skies, in the mornings
Waking up police saying "he died hollows pointed"
Damn I can't believe you God! Why you want him?
I needed him more than you. Now, what you lonely?
Just 2 more months man, we was good money
Now he can't go to awards and meet stars
I'm all alone now, riding in luxury cars
Life's like a movie, someone press fast forward
So I can chill with him again and feel real
I'd rather have him here then this rap deal..
But he can't regret it now
Walking into that crowd...
Had his jewelry on
Next thing, man down

http://buzzworthy.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/tyga-artistpage.jpg

[Sho]

That's what I call mature
That's what I call a g
That's what I call a pimp
That's what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, sh!t
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly
That's why they fear me

Nas - Hero

[TheAlchemist]

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender
Damn!

"Passin' Me By" by Fatlip (of The Pharcyde)

[Keyser Soze]

Armed and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us.
Straight up weed,
No angel dust.
Label us
Notorious
Thug-ass niggas that love to bust.
It's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
We just sittin' here tryin' to win,
Try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin.
So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga, you'd should, too,
If you knew what this game would do to you.
Been in this shit since ninety-two.
Look at all the bullshit I've been through:
So-called beef with you-know-who,
Fucked a few female stars or two.
Then a blue light,
Niggas move like Mike,
Shit,
Not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka, 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 your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one.
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one.
Our situation is a tight one.
What you wanna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B,
Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly.
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me,
cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me.
Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it.
Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews.
Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew.
Who's the killa: me or you?

http://weblogs.cltv.com/entertainment/tv/metromix/BIG.jpg

[Lupe Fiasco - Little Weapon]

Huge track, love the hook too.

[JoeyM]

obviously not the best, but you can't beat a bit of Sean "Ignorance at it's finest" Price.

[Sean Price]
Aiyyo, I mastered "The Art of War" before a nigga read Sun Tzu
Third degree black belt master of gun-fu
Pop pills, smoke weed, even get drunk too
And you do what you can and I do what I want to
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
Boot Camp Clik ain't nuttin ta Wu-Tang
Niggaz seem shocked by the way that I do thangs
I'm with Destiny's Child, I still ride the 2 train
Sometimes I feel like I'm the best in my field
But I'm not and I'm broke so I go invest in some krillz
My nerd niggaz say fuck rap and find you a trade
I got weight on the plate bitch, find me a blade
I'm tryin to get paid, yo' punk ass is tryin to get robbed
Gimme the gauge, excuse me while I get on my job
Listen, Sean Price is the nicest to write poems
I never sing the same shit, twice like Mike Jones

:lol:

[Hunter]

The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
Sendin' poems to have them faggots diggin' hoes like Reverand Swaggart
L's the nigga that crime follows
I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles
I beat chumps till they head splits, then break 'em like breadsticks
I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch
Always sprayin' tecs, because I be stayin' vexed
Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin' threats
I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'
Put his brains in the street
Now you can see what he was just thinkin'
I'm chokin' enemies till they start turnin' pale
Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in hell
Front and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard
I run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God...

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ac/Big_L.jpg

[Rangers_Fureva]

I got King Kong in my trunk,
King Kong in my doors
My nuts play ping-pong from the noise;
you can hear me from a block away
Im sitting next to your ass and cant hear what you got to say
My shit is loud, my ears is ringing
My paint job is wet
My chrome is gleaming
I feel like a vet ballin’ on these rookies
An old-school bully, you must have played hooky
I bring it like a bookie,
My aggression is depressing
Don’t give a muthaf**ka time to learn his lesson
A lunatic, y’all know what I represent
The only rapper that wanna fist-fight the president

Love that first line:D

http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/2628/51sl0pv7wilsl500aa240jo9.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
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[Gun_Runner]

theres a few good lines in Jay-Z's new song Jockin' Jay-Z, 1 of them;

"That bloke from Oasis said I couldnt play guitar
somebody shoulda told him im a fucking rockstar"

just witty Jay-Z:D

also from his song U Dont Know

"I sell ice in winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby I sell water to a well" - class!!

[dotty]

Shakespeare by Akala

www.myspace.com/akalamusic

totally underrated and better than near enough any other rap/hip hop artist and he's fae the UK

I'm similar to William, but a little different,
I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth,
stuck on the road, faces screwed up,
feel like the world spat em out, and they
chewed up,
it's a matrix, I try and explain it,
but on a real thoe still ready blaze em,
no contradiction just face it,
they so enslaved, they are worse than a agent,
I grace stages, sharp as razors,
don't get cut cuz, keep ya distance,
no artillery, tryna' be militant,
ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it,
its embarrassing watchin you babblin,
keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins,
the hood Tiger Woods too milly,
number 1 for so long, its just getting' silly,
shit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles,
like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle,
you don't trouble, left layin in a puddle,
bruv you are havin a bubble,
ima whole different kettle of fish,
thou shall not fuck with dis,
my shit, I tell em like this...
Its like Shakespeare with a nigger twist.

[Keyser Soze]

Shakespeare by Akala

www.myspace.com/akalamusic

totally underrated and better than near enough any other rap/hip hop artist and he's fae the UK

I'm similar to William, but a little different,
I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth,
stuck on the road, faces screwed up,
feel like the world spat em out, and they
chewed up,
it's a matrix, I try and explain it,
but on a real thoe still ready blaze em,
no contradiction just face it,
they so enslaved, they are worse than a agent,
I grace stages, sharp as razors,
don't get cut cuz, keep ya distance,
no artillery, tryna' be militant,
ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it,
its embarrassing watchin you babblin,
keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins,
the hood Tiger Woods too milly,
number 1 for so long, its just getting' silly,
shit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles,
like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle,
you don't trouble, left layin in a puddle,
bruv you are havin a bubble,
ima whole different kettle of fish,
thou shall not fuck with dis,
my shit, I tell em like this...
Its like Shakespeare with a nigger twist.
He's really not. Definitely wouldn't be in my top 10 from UK alone. I do like 'Roll Wid us' though.

[dotty]

That's yer opinion though :p

[Keyser Soze]

I'm pretty sure my opinion is shared by many when I say Akala isn't the best rapper in the world, yes.

[dotty]

I did say near enough. Plus he makes tunes that sound far more fresh than the usual churned out pish most US artists do. And atleast he preaches about topics political and personal not all bull shit made up 11 songs of "i've been shot", "i'm on welfare", "i'm a a badass niggah that'll pop a cap in yo'(ur) ass."

www.myspace.com/84degreesrecords

go to the last song on the player D-styles i made it yeeeeears ago, it's mint!

[TheAlchemist]

I did say near enough. Plus he makes tunes that sound far more fresh than the usual churned out pish most US artists do. And atleast he preaches about topics political and personal not all bull shit made up 11 songs of "i've been shot", "i'm on welfare", "i'm a a badass niggah that'll pop a cap in yo'(ur) ass."
!

Why do people think that just because your not spitting about politics that your lyrics are garbage?

[JoeyM]

Why do people think that just because your not spitting about politics that your lyrics are garbage?

I've wondered this for a while as well. People act as if lyrics pertaining to violence, drugs, etc. are inherently worse than "socially concious" lyrics which is really quite ridiculous. There are loads of verses full of gangsterisms that are still better than the one by Akala.

[TH]

Time to swing a little melody
To make you all feel something sexually
And now we're gonna get it on in the groove
The groove that makes those smooth hips move
We are pumpin' that drivin' bad rhythm
To make those pretty little pussy lips schism
Kissum kissum kissum

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Sex Rap
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/98/EarlyRHCP.jpg

Weren't expecting that one were you.:lol:

[johny72]

Ice cube Death Cert "Colour Blind". Same sh** over here now!

I'm fresh outta county on bail,
and no sooner do I get out,
It's seems I right back in jail,
for some type of gang related activity,
cause every day different fools try to get with me,
for nothin more than a color, or territory,
can't rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story,
So what's left
the judge turns deaf
when you try to tell your side
cause you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck cause the book is comin'
and hand your car keys over to your woman,
cause aint no sunshine where you headed,
and it can drive you crazy if you let it,
But I;ll never shed a tear,
cause believe it or not they got more love for me here,
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
cause brothers you don't know the half,
On the streets I was damned near outta my mind,
but ever since I've been down,
I been colorblind. . .
Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
and I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang,
I walk the streets of L.A. with no where to turn,
every which way I get burned baby,
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red,
put them together and we color them dead,
dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun,
they get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral. . .
I understand how all my homeboys feel,
and to this day I pack my steel,
cause I was born in a certain territory,
where you don't talk only the streets tell stories,

[Vitumbiko]

Lil Wayne - We takin Ova by DJ Khaled

I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I am untamed, I need a leash
I am insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
and I like, my sprite easter pink
And my wrist special pah
but the Mula's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust, your medulla
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?

Soulja Boy (Can't rap for shit but this funny) - Marco Polo

Never been fake cuz all the girls love official
S.O.D. cause bitches love initials
I’m on another level
I’m in my zone
Black car white rims
Can they both get alone?
This is not the Matrix
But I am the oracle
Do you want to f**k wit me?
The question is rheotorical
Say the same lines
But the fans aren’t bored of me
Seventy-five thousand dollars if you want to order me
HOLD ON
Let me change my swag
My flow broadband
Ya’ll boys still Lan
My whole click straight
Ya’ll whole click fags
Last night ya girl forehead was on my abs
Pussy

Marco .... Polo

[cadey]

LNJCs - Fenland Nightmare

Chemical attraction
Join my faction
Watch the action
Sit in my mansion
No, thats too easy
too Lemon squeezy
Take it out again
Yes sir pleasy

[Sho]

Lil' Scrappy - Money in the bank

50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop

I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[Viperized]

:facepalm

[Sho]

The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...

Nice.

[Vitumbiko]

Lil Wayne - We takin' Over Remix

I gotta put the whole song cos this guy is the king

http://www.imeem.com/people/-lJhBq//music/7QFSdnUb/we_taking_over_remix/

Yezzir

It's me...the rapper eater...feed me feed me feed me! No homo.

One time for me, one time for the DJ

He be Khaled, I be Lil' Weezy

Baby if you ask me if you're nasty

Creative gifted bastard

Spit sporadic

I'm so diplomatic democratic

Touch it, Bring it, Push it systematic

Damn right I kissed my daddy

I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is

And I'm his kid I stunt with my daddy

Call Mrs. Lee, she's with my daddy

So diss me and dont diss my daddy

Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy

Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy

So who'll be there when I see the money? Just my daddy

Who said that I be the one?

Just my daddy!

Hello Hip Hop I'm home,

Its Your Daddy

When I say D's, I don't mean the caddy I mean 'deez nuts'

Akon's and Khaleds, Rick Ross, TIP, Stunna and Fat Joe

And I can't, can't, can't forget Brisco

& Yeah I done squashed the bullshit it's rizo

It's a bakery here just trying to get dough

Shout to my Dreads, my Haitians and Chicos

You're lookin for me hoe?

I'm in the 3-0...Five,

I'm the best rapper alive

Homeboy got a mind, that a map couldnt find

Homeboy got a 9, that a cop couldnt find

I could get to it even if I was blind

Scary movie be screaming when I rhyme

I'ma 'King' you can ask 'Steven' if I'm lying

I'ma Prince too demanding like my mom

Too bold too cold like wet Sa-lam-Me!

Me! It's all about me!

If a girl gotta voice then she talking about me!

He say, she say, I say me!

Will be in the M.I.A. me!

With me! And T! And Big Ronnie!

And the homie Street probably somewhere on the beach

And Tez and E probably somewhere in the jeep

And Marl in the Phantom with Mr. G

And me! Me! It's all about me!

Play with me and it's all out beef

Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet!,

Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets!

Yikes! Yeeks! Great! Scott!

Storch! Can I borrow your yacht?

Watch me and my click go all out

Like the ball in the stands we balls out

Boy I don't know what y'all 'bout

But I just spit like a dog mouth

Pink ice just looking like a hog mouth

VRRRMMM ...I had to bring the hog out

Light dem trees bring the log out

Everyday Christmas I'm egged nogged out

& Hip Hop Is My New Bought House

My flow just grew legs and walked out

BYE

[mufcsean]

http://eppsnet.com/images/asleep.jpg

[Hunter]

You go see Weezy for the wordplay,
Jeezy for the birdplay,
Kan-yeezy for diversity and me for controversy,
All my verses picture perfect only spit to serve a purpose,
You ain't living what you kicking and you worthless,
Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it,
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical,
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do,
Ain't nobody hot as me...
Even if they rap they ass off blast off,and have outstanding quality,
Sell alotta records I respect and salute that,
But spitting real life on hot beats...
I'm the truth at, you kick it like me no exaggeration necessary,
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary,
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag.

http://on221.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/ti.jpg

[Mjällharth]

[Pete Rock]
rock the house (rock the house)
east New York, east New York
east New York, east New York
east New York, east New York
my man AZ to the fullest
Verse 1: AZ
we was already loyal to people's minds and mulianis
now we more f**ked up with a mayor named Guliani
you can try to bomb me
analyze but can't define me
my mind's divine heavily entwined with Ghandi's
far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
cause my cerebral's are more of a higher plane
than the Hebrews
my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
overdosing wannabes posing
sending them through convulsions
to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow
your mind's boggled
but I'm as deep as Donald Goines novels
my whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner
and since my mama, I been f**king with marijuana
wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer
so where it all begins is here
destiny and me finally meet
so how can I be weak?
I'm rather unique
chorus:
why, why, why I'm rather unique
why I'm rather unique
Verse 2: AZ
my verbals rip shit
queens give birth to dwarfs and triplets
f**k it I'm on some flip shit
ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
vocals release shells like automatics
tho' music's magical causing any tattles to be tragical
child, got a style sick as hell
sicker than sickle cell anemia
slaughter your story, gory like leukemia

filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
I'm vicious, mad malicious
cause it's real on this road to riches
I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
how they speak and kick it
peep this uniqueness
nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
left to chokers and skunk smoke
was coming through the speakers
surgically nice with any verbal device
trife, breathing life into mics
my insight's beyond the twilight
so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
techniques speak
I'm rather unique
chorus
so it's gonna take more than your astrologist
to knowledge this
a physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness
raps demolishing certified the way I style it
my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence
my culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
finesse, success through the life
stress mics I blessed
puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
flipping Japanese at ease when I'm stacking G's
so let's discuss, plus degrees
how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost
so don't cross cause it'll cost
the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
moves be major
with unexplainable behavior
the word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
[why, why, why I'm rather unique]

[HH]

Nas's Verse on My President

Our History, Black History
No President Ever Did Shit For Me
Had To Hit The Streets Try To Flip Some Keys
So A N*gga Wont Go Broke
Then They Put Us In Jail Now A N*gga Cant Go Vote
So I Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin
She Aint A Politician Honeys A Polotician
My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms
22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms
When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up To See You
That Can Arouse Ya Ego You Got Mouths To Feed So
Gotta Stay True To Who You Are And Where You Came From
Cuz At The Top Will Be The Same Place You Hang From
No Matter How Big You Can Ever Be
For Whatever Fee Or Publicity Never Lose Your Integrity
For Years Theres Been Surprise Horses In This Stable
Just Two Albums In I'm The Realest N*gga On This Label
Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Real
They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill

Nice

[wrigh2uk]

[Big L]
Check It!
To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream
Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen
yo know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie
I'm known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci? (absolutely)
Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z's
Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees
be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries
Aye-Yo I'm set for the rest of my life
Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife
I stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slain
nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game

The rhyme scheme here makes my mind boogle

[stgomes]

Atmosphere - You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCywipbWYcM

You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.
You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you.

You just got off work, huh?
Another night feeling like the worst one.
You didn't even count your tips yet,
But you can tell that it ain't no big step.
I don't see why you so nice to customers
They're all fucks and low lives.
But don't fight, just keep the lip stiff
And get that money it's the weekend shift.
But why they all gotta be freaks.
Wish they would just eat and leave.
And keep they eyes to theyselves, already insecure, don't need any help.
But you can blame the pride that makes you hold your anger inside,
But deep down you wanna curse them all.
Fuck off asshole jerk off dirt ball.

You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.
You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you.

Now attitude check,
Still show up? You haven't quit yet?
And even when you're meek and sweet
They still treat you like a piece of meat. Huh.
Outrageous, each day this clock tick tock and you still a waitress.
Trying to pay them student loans
And the lights and the phone and the food and the home.
And you ain't quite broke but you couldn't afford that place on your own.
Gotta roommate, to split the rent with
Now you never feel independent.
And everything seems so hallow
Cause after work, where'd that smile go?
Better bring it back tomorrow.
Now, pick up the pace and you might make bar close.
Perfect, last call then some.
Flirtin', sexual tension.
Surfin', through them men
Cause they all searching for that bent one.
But just one to bend, and you look like you could be my friend.
With a smile like that, I gotta flirt.
Girl, you just look like you got off work.
Huh.. huh... huh...

You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.
You love the people that love you.
You hear the music they move to.
You give your ode to the fall through.
But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you.



Not the best but strictly and simple.

[S-D-P]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKu2QaytmrM

has anyone ever seen billy joel rapping, seriously you haven't lived even though it is a crime against music. For some reason this popped into my head

[Hunter]

"My president is black,
In fact he's half white,
So even in a racist mind he's half right,
So if you got a racist mind it's alright,
My president is black but his house is all white,
Rosa Park sat so Martin Luther can walk,
Martin Luther walked so Barrack Obama can run,
Barrack Obama ran so all the children can fly,
So I'm a spread my wings,
You can meet me in the sky,
I already got my own clothes,
I already got my own shoes,
I was hot before Barack,
Imagine what I’m gon' do,
Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady,
Red, white and blue flag, wave for me baby,
Never thought I'd say this shit baby I’m good,
You can keep your puss, I don’t want no more bush,
No more war,
No more Iraq,
No more white lies,
My President Is Black."

http://www.yorapper.com/Photos/jay-z_barack_obama.gif

[Hunter]

"I used to front when I write songs,
Talk about havin' ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on,
And my beats was so sick, I shoulda got a medic,
But my credit was so pathetic I couldn't afford a debit,
When the dropout dropped, I had to cop me a money tree,
To front on anybody who ever tried to front on me,
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company,
My life, this year, my career, is the Lord,
Bad chick, this award, is for Melissa Ford,
Ninety-four I could only afford this Accord,
From the home of gangbangin' and we all outdoors,
Southside, outside, Westside, let's ride,
Eastside, right B-Side, Lakeshore Drive,
And I'm (and I'm) Chi-Town's finest,
Where you at? The whole city behind us."

http://www.damnimcute.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/kanye_west.jpg


"It's Compton's prodigy,
Obviously I'm from the home of hydraulics,
Where they tie bandanas around the steerin' collar,
'Nuff Impalas in to get holla,
We fightin pitbulls and rottweilers,
In the projects the objective is make dollars,
'Where You At?' It ain't a problem to get it there by tomorrow,
'Cause I got a female friend, with frequent flier mileage,
I ain't never been to college got the IQ of a Rhodes Scholar,
If you follow G-Unit throw up your dubs and yell holla,
To all the Y.G.'s in khakis and white tees,
With AIR one's in every colour like Ice-T,
I might be the city of Compton's right knee,
The way I paint pictures with these hip-hop scriptures,
Pay attention while The Game shine like a prism,
Glisten, show you how canaries can alter one's vision,
Not to mention I am Dr. Dre christened on behalf -
of Luda and Kan-Yeezie, I'm gon' breathe easy."

http://www.hhcmagazine.com/assets/images/game1.jpg

[Vitumbiko]

Kanye West ft. Rakim, Nas, & KRS One - Classic

[Kanye West:]
Can’t buy this, superflyness, like a shyness, your highness
It’s performin’, look how long the line is
That’s what happens when you make shit that’s timeless
That’s what happens these rappers is the pioneers
What do it take to be a legend like Nas is?
That’s so novice, I’m so polished, I got a right to be a little bit snobbish
I did a little bit of college, semesters it took 2 like Rob Base
To let me figure out this wasn’t my place, the beat slowed til’ you listened to my pace
Cuz I be killin’ shit, but that’s evident, and y’all feelin’ it, but I expected it
If it’s classic it’s gonna last forever than I’m everywhere you never been and better than I ever been

classic, better than I'v ever been
timeless,
I’m everywhere you never been and better than I ever been
Classic
Better than I'v ever been

[Nas:]
Perseverance, see the fake hustler rapper to them it hurts to hear this
O you went platinum – yeah that’s nice, now let me see you do the same thing twice
3 times, 4 times, then been a couple of more times, please your amateur night is show time
It’s one life to live so live it the best you can, the world could use one less man
Not enough air, not enough car factories to manufacture new vehicles sedans and vans
When they do make the whip you like ya chips ain’t right, by the time you could afford it the car ain’t important
In the streets silent, it’s just I and - cops keep firin’ in my environment
Leavin’ your slum when they drive home far from the hood brothers they eager to jump on
I like to be the wall that they post up on, I like to see them fall, guilty for doing wrong
I’m classic like the Air Ones, the Hustler shoe, that’s what I’m accustomed to.


Classic

:cool:

[Luis_Garcia]

Iiiiiiiiiiin West Philadelphia Born n Raised....

but seriously, I love Lupe's verse on Kanye West's Touch the Sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third.
Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Slow it down like we're on the serve
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's.
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street.
I'm trying to stop lion like a Mum-Ra,
But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat.
Engarde, Touche© Lupe cool as the Unthar,
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
I come as correct as a porn star,
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.
So, I represent the first.
Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like..

[Hunter]

"Even though my head in the clouds I'm planted on the pavement,
How I walk around people staring in amazment,
I play a lot of game but where I'm being I ain't playing with,
They so judgemental that they don't understand that
If ya life is in jeopardy
Everyday is you telling me
You wouldn't need weaponry
Just because of your felonies,
Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me,
Homies streets is people who won't rest unless I rest in peace,
Killed my folk a year ago still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressing me
Ain't nobody protecting me,
I'm dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me
Thinking no ones arrested they coming for me eventually,
This all the things that I would go and do mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the penitentiary,
Not mentionin' New Orlean niggas coming in the city
Killing all summer long ain't no body pay attention."

http://www.mtv.co.uk/files/library/images/artist/ti/500/1.jpg

[Acquiesce]

"Who tha fuck you think ya fuckin with? im tha fuckin BOSS!
745 white on white, thats fuckin Ross!"

[Mjällharth]

Four full songs:

Can I Live - Jay-Z

Releasing Hypnotical Gases - Organized Konfusion

Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Rather Unique - AZ

[Dale C.]

"Even though my head in the clouds I'm planted on the pavement,
How I walk around people staring in amazment,
I play a lot of game but where I'm being I ain't playing with,
They so judgemental that they don't understand that
If ya life is in jeopardy
Everyday is you telling me
You wouldn't need weaponry
Just because of your felonies,
Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me,
Homies streets is people who won't rest unless I rest in peace,
Killed my folk a year ago still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressing me
Ain't nobody protecting me,
I'm dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me
Thinking no ones arrested they coming for me eventually,
This all the things that I would go and do mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the penitentiary,
Not mentionin' New Orlean niggas coming in the city
Killing all summer long ain't no body pay attention."

http://www.mtv.co.uk/files/library/images/artist/ti/500/1.jpg

Very nice man, typical T.I style!

[Vitumbiko]

Jadakiss Feat. Pharrell - Rockin With The Best

Jadakiss:
When you at the top, there's no stoppin' it,
Take a second, realize who you rockin' wit,
Just notice the color card that shoppin' wit,
Take pride in the joint when you moppin' it,
Kiss melts in your mouth like chocolate,
Make sure its hot when ever you droppin' it,
Right now we got Billionaire gwap to get,
You ain't in the Boys club, you just cop' to fit,
I'm two steppin' it, 'n' honey poppin' it,
Your first was the worst, now its the opposite,
Yes I must confess girl,
You're now rockin' wit the best girl.

http://websince1982.files.wordpress.c om/2009/01/jadakiss21.jpg

[Hunter]

"I'm only at the age of ten,
And life already seems to me
like it's heading for a dead end,
'Cause my mom was smoking mad crack,
My pops went out for a fast snack
And never brought his ass back
Nobody knows how I feel,
It's quite ill that I have to steal
To fill my stomach with a nice meal,
Too ashamed to walk the streets,
Wearing the same cheap sneaks
And dirty outfit for weeks,
Even my holidays got damaged,
'Cause on Christmas I aksed Santa
For a father and a hot sandwich,
I just can't take it,
And everyday I ask myself
How will I make it ?"

Big L - How Will I Make It?

http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/7552/biglstudioxx6.jpg

[HH]

Nice :cool:

[Mjällharth]

A few years ago I listened to that song for about a week consecutively :D

[Vitumbiko]

Nuthin' but a "G" Thang - Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg

(Snoop Dogg)
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
from a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man
and learnin' her man - and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

(Dr. Dre)
Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
with a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit
to add to my collection, the selection
symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some muthafuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre... (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

(Dr. Dre)
It's where it takes place - so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a muh'fucka, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My muthafuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"

(Dr. Dre and Snoop)
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh,
It's like this
[D] And who gives a fuck about hoes?
[S] So just chill, 'til the next episode...

http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/SnoopDogg/DrDre_MB188600740_400.jpg

[Rambo]

T.I - I'm Illy

Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again
The bullshit I'm addressin check I'm on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game, I'm celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get
Listen let's settle this - be clear
I could fall back seven years, still it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin if you get to stand next to me
Five star general, O.G. veteran
Caked like Entenmann's, blowin that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavily
Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly
Be standin on the top still after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito
You payin for your foul like a free throw, baow!
Now, how could a nigga think that he could see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV
Know I sold mo' mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin on your big break, prayin you could be me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just, beggin me to skeet-skeet
You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin
I'm six albums in for 10 years I been five hot steamin
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin, beamin
That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons

[HH]

American Terrorist - Lupe Fiasco

Some thought provoking shit.

Close your mind
Close your eyes
See with your heart
How do you forgive The Murderer of your Father?
The Ink of a Scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a Martyr Terrorist

We came through the storm
Nooses on our necks And a smallpox blanket to keep us warm
On a 747 on the Pentagon Lawn
Wake up the alarm clock is connected to a bomb
Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm
Shorty aint learned to walk already heavily armed
Civilians and little children is especially harmed
Camoflouged Torahs, Bibles and Glorious qurans
The Books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there
Have become Misinterpreted, reasons for Warfare
We read em with blind eyes I guarantee you there's more there
The Rich must be blind because they didnt see the Poor there
Need to open up a Park, just close 10 schools
We dont need em
Can u please call the Fire Department they're down here Marchin for Freedom
Burn down their TV's, turn their TV's on to teach em

[CHORUS:]
The More Money that They Make, The More Money that They Make
The better (the better) they live
Whatever they Wanna take, Whatever they Wanna take, Whatever whatever it is
The more You wanna learn, the more that You try to learn, the better, better it gets
American Terrorist

Now the poor Klu Klux Man see that we're all brothers
Not because things are the same
Because we like the same color
Now that's green, that's mean
Cant Burn his Cross cause He Cant afford The Gasoline
Now if a Muslim Woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
With the seconds running give you the jitters?
Just imagine a American-based christian orginization planning to Poison water supplies to bring the Second-Coming quicker
Nigga they aint livin properly
Break em off a little Democracy
Turn their whole Culture to a Mockery
Give em Coca-Cola for their Property
Give em Gum, Give em Guns, Get em Young, Give em fun
If they aint Givin it up,Tthen they aint gettin None
And dont give em all naw, Man, just give em some
Its the paper some of these Cops must be Al-Qaeda nigga uh

[CHORUS x2]

It's Like
Don't give the Black man Food, Give Red Man liquor
Red Man fool, Black Man nigga
Give Yellow man tool, make him railroad builda
Also give him pan, make him pull Gold from river
Give Black Man Crack, Glocks and things, Give Red Man craps, slot machines
Now bring it back
Bring it Back [x2]

[Billy Minof]

Atak of Da Bal-Hedz

The Onyx.


"It's the beginning of a new and excitingly different story!"
"Aight listen" -> Rakim
{*needle rips across a record*}

[Big DS]
What's the matter with my BRAIIIIIIIIN?
I can't think clear, oh it's the hair
Run and get the razor, gotta make it disappear
There! Now I've got a open mind
plus some grease to give it a shine

[Fredro Starr]
Baldheads and hoodies, black jeans and boots ta
move by the millions and children stay rough
But uhh one for the road, til I get wetted
Try to riff and conflicts get deaded!
Gats in back of baseball caps, when I react
six rascalz'll have to get stacked!

[Chorus: Onyx]
It's attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)

[Sonee Seeza]
Most times I get dirty, down-low, scandalous, crazy, connivin
WILD! Suckers now I'll
smoke them like the bloody buddha but, BALD HEAD STYLE
Triple zero against ya grain, I shaved it close
and nick them (WHAHH!) cause it's just another victim!

[Sticky Fingaz]
(Shhhhhh!) What? (Shhhhhhh!) What?!
(Whassup whassup!) Listen, do you hear what I hear? (YEAH)
Sounds like an intruder comin in the rear
(Aiyyo Stick, stick 'em) Nah I wanna kick 'em

[Sonee Seeza]
I've got the glock cocked, I'm wid it
Now they gonna get it!!

[Big DS]
I got him, I shot him, he hit rock bottom
I flip it, get wicked, and wild when I spot him
DS knows best, yep I pack a heater
Twenty bags of cheeba, slow up you damn speeder

[F] We rush on 'em hard (Bring 'em out dead!)
[S] Onyx rush on 'em hard (Bring 'em out dead!)
[SF] Bald heads rush on 'em hard (Bring 'em out dead!)
[DS] Stinkin, what the hell was they thinkin?

[Chorus: Onyx]
The bald heads..
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
.. bald headz, ATTACK!

[Fredro Starr]
I got news now, but proves, no way no how
(So GIVE IT AWAY, GIVE IT AWAY, GIVE IT AWAY NOW!)
Smooth as a baby's ass, headed for the body blast, BUDDY
Escapin through the ghetto, pigs BLOODIED
Wilder than wolverines, run with a scheme team
Meaner than Mean Dean, obscene and head's clean
So while aware for well, there goes the big bell {*DING!*}
And that means see ya, hate to be ya!

[Sonee Seeza]
My clean beat production, so damn disgustin
In the cut, bust ya gut, and head bussin
Ain't no escapin, Da Mad Face Invasion
Hot ice and cold steel, bustin up IN YA GRILL
Word to God I get odd
And even leave a punk dread out, sliced up the scalp
Maaaan! I'll leave ya head in shreds
Attack of the bald heads, attack of the bald heads

[Sticky Fingaz]
AIYYO!!! What's goin on with the world?
Yesterday, seen a bald head girl
WHAT? MOVE!! You heard what I said
I wouldn't be caught dead without a bald head
Make one false move and I'ma fill ya with lead
cause there's enough dum-dum bullets for ya whole bum bum-
-rush crew, who should I do?
Attack of the bald heads, WE COMIN THROUGH!

[Chorus: Onyx]
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!)
Attack of the bald heads
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)
Attack of the bald heads (attack!)

[Sonee Seeza]
(I GOT NEWS!) Attack of the bald heads!
The Onyx; rippin it.. from '93 to the year 2000!
WORRRRRRRRRRD THE FUCK UP!!

[Sticky Fingaz]
Cut ya hair we still never STOP!!!

[Dragonfly]

The Sultans Of Ping FC - 'Where's Me Jumper'

My, brother, knows, Karl Marx,
He met him eating mushrooms in the peoples park,
He said 'What do you think about my manifesto?'
'I like a manifesto, put it to the test-o.'

Took it straight down to meet the anarchist's party.
I met a groovy guy, he was arty farty,
He said 'I know a little latin man a cus man a kai'
I said 'I don't know what it means' he said 'neither do I'

Eat natural foods, bathe twice daily,
Fill your nostrils up with gravy.
Don't drink tea and don't drink coffee.
Cover your chin in yorkshire toffee.

Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper, ( x4 )

Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ? ( x5 )
Oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no, oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no.
It's alright to say things can only get better,
You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
I know I had it on when I had my tea,
And I'm sure I had it on in the lavatory.
Oh no.
Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ? ( x5 )
It's alright to say things can only get better,
You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
Pure new wool, and perfect stitches,
Not the type of jumper that makes you itches
Oh no.
Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
And my mother, will be so, so angry.
And my brother, will be so, so angry.
And my girlfriend, will be so, so angry.
And my dog, will be so, so angry.
Cos I was dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ( x5 )
Oh no !

[Mjällharth]

Atak of Da Bal-Hedz

The Onyx.

Whilst Onyx are class, the last thing their reputation rests on and their style is based on is their lyrics. ;)

[AgentZero]

more hook than a verse but

One two three
Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, why all
I said one two three
It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac and Biggie
Too much violence in hip-hop, why all

[Billy Minof]

Whilst Onyx are class, the last thing their reputation rests on and their style is based on is their lyrics. ;)

I just love the songs mate........the mad bastards come up with anything.

[Luis_Garcia]

Testify,
Come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
For the day you die
You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third.
Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Slow it down like we're on the serve
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's.
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street.
I'm trying to stop lion like a Mum-Ra,
But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat.
Engarde, Touche© Lupe cool as the Unthar,
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
I come as correct as a porn star,
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car.
So, I represent the first.
Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like..

[HH]

Nice, a classic.

[Vitumbiko]

Ludacris - I Do It For Hip-hop (co-starring Nas & Jay-z) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kgmSuokKb8&eurl=http://www.pesgaming.com/showthread.php?p=1443666)

Ludacris
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
It's my daily devotion that verses stay deeper then the ocean
So hip hop you owe me a promotion
Yea I do a little boastin' and braggin'
Whats all the commotion and naggin' about
Cause I'm still the champ in the south
Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin' 'em out
Where they firin' these pink slips I'm handin' 'em out
Cause this is Theater of the Mind
Consider it a sign of whats to come next
My moneys just fine, bank filled with dumb checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex
But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start
I do it for the DJs, I do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it cause it's art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old, I did it for hip hop!

Nas
They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward
Only niggas who really know me who I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark
You call it beef to me it's just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody's lookin'
That's who you are so when the cash and the cars is gone
The day after tomorrow, don’t be askin’ to borrow
Ski maskin’ it hard like the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I’m as live as a hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some have poisonous sting, some just pollinate leafs
Like rap, some just buzz some will attack
Compromise their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen
Pardon the rest of my niggas
But I’m the best whoever did it

Jay-Z
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
To pass the time while I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen they ain’t want me doing anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dogs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably woulda got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash my rocks
These other rappers couldn’t wash my socks
That’s why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I probably never woulda stopped
Thank God for hip-hop

[JoeyM]

I don't really even know the last time that I talked witchya
Opened up my soul, shared a thought witchya
I'm always on the go, I don't walk witcha
But everywhere I go ya know my hearts witchya
Cause everyday I grow I get more mature
I reap what I sow cause I come from the earth
And even though I know that I come from the church
The world will convert - any person that flirts
with the ? or perverse
The root of all evil blooms fruits and deserts
It's a fuel to the urge that they humanly thirst
If you misuse it the gift for you is a curse
To try to deal with everything, I shoulda went to you first
I never said a thing, I just went through it first
My pride was in vain, what I went through it hurt
and ashamed, got angry and felt that you was to blame
Started puffin out my chest, blew into the flame
Got blue up in my face when it blew up in my face
But I still couldn't say that I blew it
I had to save face because my faith went truant
The truth is a movement, but it wouldn't budge if I pulled it
Livin every day started feelin like Truman
Preachers in the pulpit, deacons lookin clueless
Thinking that they reaching out to me, I'm out for me I'm only
thinkin how to pull chicks, please follow me
I don't know Adam or Eve but I know I'm the new kid
On the block in the life of a nuisance
Neck on the line and don't know where the noose is
I can't justify all the loose ends
but I gotta testify on what you did
You helped me recognize, and the truth is
You kept me alive through this music

[Nifty1Pound50]

I'm the best of bar writers
The hard fighters
I start cyphers
Then leave opponents with a bout of arthritis
But I lead a changeable life
I could make a life decision on the range of the dice
The flip of a coin
The tails, the heads
I want to put failure to bed
But my nasal's condensed
This is my two cents
At present, I'm sitting on the fence
Hence, I'm a little bit tense
The snare drum is attacking my auditory sense
Sins? I repent
I feel spent
But I persist and innovate until I invent
I never give anything less than 100% percent
Never under-represent
Never come unprepared to the event
I never do, 'cause I'm a clever dude
I don't believe in God, but I'm heaven-sent
It's evident
I'm gonna circumvent the hall of the greats
Circumnavigate and cement my place
As the greatest ever in the human race

OK, so you heard of the Heatmakers
Decided you wanted to rap, and paid some beat makers
I sometimes greet these haters
Meet these fakers
Introduce myself and let them meet their makers
It's all half ghetto rap, and half street skaters
There's not enough of the think first and then speak later
A rap tape was great - I'm the common denominator
But I've always gotta spit the last verse if I'm the collaborator
I explain to the other emcee he needs to step down
Because let's face it - anything following me is a let down
My nouns run rings around fools - they circle these clowns
Expose them for their lack of ammunition like surgical gowns
I'm verbally profound, leave competition in shock
Opponents are like "Damn!" 'cause their flow got blocked
Talking about the hip-hop shop? I'm running amok
I'm the hip-hop retail chain and I'm overstocked

Worked for two years in a job, got what to show?
Twenty-two years of life experience and no dough
A slow flow, I'm rugged with no hopes
A gullet with no tokes, no money for po' smokes
Bun it I'm so broke, it's no joke
Stiflin' depression 'cause durin' a session my bones croak
An average-Joe bloke, sick with the shame
Not a quid to my name, you don't know what I'd give for a change
Or give for some change, and maybe a score note
I'm raw broke, without change? Never score no poke
My lyrics? They're big, clever and so dope
My critics? Take digs say there ain't never no hope
But the flow provokes me to cope and show scope
My mind's full of thoughts that are blacker than crow's coats
My lines kick like the sound on first and fifth notes
So spare me the snares and your quote unquotes

I live on an island they named frustration
Where pellets of pain rain keep pelting the pavements
I hustle among the grim reaper's gang of gravesmen
The stained terrain echoes these insane statements
It makes minds redundant
There's a strong presence of emptiness in abundance
But bun this
I put pens to beats as I know I can shun this
I don't rely on the sun's kiss
This is a point that even the nuns miss
I access my own avenues and pathways
And in the sun's rays I raise my own Carthage
My arms rage at the sight of others the same
Who wish to behold that heroic fame
And when they're slain at an early age? "Just some brother"
Who left behind some hopes, some sins, some friends - and one mother

You're living in the past, like reliving your first dates
The only thing holding me back is monosyllabic constraints
Moreover your habits are bait
Be careful, 'cause your over-lapping style means your rapping is late
Walk around clapping heads? You're strapping your fate
My mellow tones spread vibes that be snapping your hate
Too many druggies are trapped in a state
Drugs above loyalty means that they're slapping their mates
I gave you details, but still - let me elaborate
I bring heat that makes your beats evaporate
Emcees talk street? Shit, they exaggerate
I finished all of my enemies now they want to collaborate?
They're blood-sucking fools, they need a stab with a stake
They're greedy - turn your back and they'll be grabbing your plate
But they're gullible - feed a line and they'll be grabbing the bait
So if you wanna battle let's have a rapid debate

Take a drag, take a toke, watch the smoke
Pirouette in a silhouette, then cough and choke
Check the time on your phone, realise it's pure late
Clock that you're bate
But fuck it, tick another half on the slate
Shot it for a five-spot more than you paid
Claim the fiver as an interest rate
Buy two beers - that's for you and a mate
Back them in 10 seconds flat and get caked
Buy another crate, get in a state
Wake up the next day - realise that you're late
Is this the life that you're living?
I'm not at all against taking, but it ain't forgiving
I tried to give it up, so I could make a buck
Got invited to spit on a tune but I was laced as fuck
And the chance was blown, they called me another rap clone
So I kicked home - picked up on tick and got zoned

Meh. A range of some sub-standard verses I've written recently.

[HH]

"I live on an island they named frustration
Where pellets of pain rain keep pelting the pavements
I hustle among the grim reaper's gang of gravesmen..."

Love those lines. Keep it up man, great words.

Need a hookmaster? :cool:

[riahc3]

Confirmed. None of you have a fucking clue about rap.


Jedi Mind Tricks - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story (Feat R.A. The Rugged Man)

If you have heard a verse better than R.A. the Rugged Man's verse (second verse/rapper), you are making it up.

[Mjällharth]

Don't bump your head, boy.

Nonetheless, that 2nd verse is aite.

[Hunter]

Confirmed. None of you have a fucking clue about rap.


Jedi Mind Tricks - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story (Feat R.A. The Rugged Man)

If you have heard a verse better than R.A. the Rugged Man's verse (second verse/rapper), you are making it up.

:lol:

You read the 29 pages like mate ? It's not the "best rap verse thread" anymore, just "very good rap verses" really.

[Dale C.]

:lol:

You read the 29 pages like mate ? It's not the "best rap verse thread" anymore, just "very good rap verses" really.

:D Enit, its all down to opinion anyway :/ clown

Anywho...

Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real,

Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill!

I got a voice you should fear,

I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career!

You fuckin cowards,

Never seen a hood high powered,

Like the Westside Connect,

Slide me my tech!

I Got'em,

Soon as I spot'em, I'm jumpin

Gotta to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something!

I see a joint in your clutch,

You're smokin that shit too much,

Got your bitch ass touched!

Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts,

And B-Real sounding like he got baby nuts!

I don't know why y'all think y'all slick,

I don't know one rapper down wit your click,

I don't know one bitch on your dick,

And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit!

I hear you claiming South Central wait...

You ain't from my hood,

Y'all hoes from South Gate!

Coming with a voice high pitched,

The "B" in B-Real must stand for Bitch!


:lol: :lol: Love this one man. Freestyleeeee

[riahc3]

Don't bump your head, boy.

Nonetheless, that 2nd verse is aite.

"aite"? Tell me a better verse.

[Nifty1Pound50]

"aite"? Tell me a better verse.

Mos Def on "Hater Players."

Class dismissed.

[TheAlchemist]

Don't you just hate self righteous backpackers?

[Nifty1Pound50]

I was simply giving him an example of a better verse.

Mos Def's verse is better. It's better lyrically and it flows better. He even stays in time to the beat better.

The sign of a good lyricist is his ability to do more with less subject matter. As impressive as fitting lots of lyrics into a tight space is, being able to hit just as hard with a more basic rhyme scheme is what separates the truly great rappers from the talented lyricists.

[riahc3]

Mos Def on "Hater Players."

Class dismissed.

LMAO....Are you serious? R.A.'s verse murders Mos Def's.
Beats him in rhymes, punchlines, metaphors, flow, and aggressiveness.

Class may be dismissed but you flunked horribly. Sorta like, you answering 2+2=22...Honestly I hope you were being sarcastic. Either that or you 16 on that Candyshop kinda bullshit.

[riahc3]

I was simply giving him an example of a better verse.

Mos Def's verse is better. It's better lyrically and it flows better. He even stays in time to the beat better.

The sign of a good lyricist is his ability to do more with less subject matter. As impressive as fitting lots of lyrics into a tight space is, being able to hit just as hard with a more basic rhyme scheme is what separates the truly great rappers from the talented lyricists.
Better lyrically and has a better flow? Are you high or something? Im really sorry for this but has YOUR dad been in the war and on that orange agent shit...

He kills the beat (flow is perfect). Im not saying that Mos Def's verse is bad or anything but saying it is better than A Uncommon's value is just riding some Mos Dick....

[Hunter]

Thankfully it's all a matter of opinion and none of us resort to playground antics. Oh wait...

[riahc3]

Thankfully it's all a matter of opinion and none of us resort to playground antics. Oh wait...

Im sorry but it is just insulting....Imagine someone saying 50 Cent has better verses than Mos Def, JMT, 2Pac, etc.....It is just a insult.

[Keyser Soze]

Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about niggaz who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma
Everything you went to is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers
to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground but you
Still standin', still roamin through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready
Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror
Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya
We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple

http://passionweiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/nas.jpg

I never get tired of ''The Lost Tapes'.

[Nifty1Pound50]

Im sorry but it is just insulting....Imagine someone saying 50 Cent has better verses than Mos Def, JMT, 2Pac, etc.....It is just a insult.

That's quite clearly not what I said you complete and utter idiot. Also, I'm interested that Mos Def - the artist whose verse I posted - makes your list of emcees it would be insulting to compare 50 Cent to, yet R.A. the Rugged Man doesn't. Still, no-one knows hip-hop like a hypocrite.

You asked me to name a better verse than the one you referred to. I did. You then had a hissy-fit because your good mate R.A. the Rugged Man's verse isn't as hyped as you think it is.

I'm still looking for all of these supposed metaphors and punchlines you keep harking on about.

As for aggressiveness - he's discussing war. I would hardly expect someone talking about "mountainous ridges" to start getting all M.O.P. on us. The fact that you're so single-mindedly trying to dismiss my point tells me you actually know fuck all about what you're talking about.

Just for the sheer sake of it, here's another verse that's better than your RA verse from the JMT song - it's by an artist called Jehst, on a track called E.S.P. (Extra Sensory Perfection). In case you've not heard of him (if you're from the US, I don't honestly know), he's a British artist and he's currently doing a lot over here. The verse below pisses on the RA the Rugged Man verse, certainly in terms of sheer quality, wordplay, grammar and vocabulary used and metaphor. In my opinion, his delivery is also better - he's quite atypical of a lot of English rappers. He manages to do the whole clever-lyrics-without-it-sounding-corny thing. But, shit, you'd know that. You are the hip-hop don who knows everything.

A brick-house built with porcelain features
A fragile creature grief stricken apparent in alopecia
The peacekeeper, the key to life beyond us
I love her beyond lust
My trust placed in her
Illustrious face with a great figure
Forbidden fruit of youth in the fingers of the grave digger
Manipulated my late-night sanctum
The lone catalyst of my tantrum
Her tender touch turns to talons
In her temper's clutch I bleed burgundy gallons
Her crimson lips lick my wounds
Her tongue tastes the claret
My pain is vintage, her comfort is twenty-four carat
In a golden moment of havoc my heart beats haphazard
My brain bleeds black ballads that embarrass the author
My favourite torture
I drown in the depths of my mermaid's water
At war with the storms daughter
The tornadoes sister, she's twisting my aura
I'm caught in her barbed wire
Burning up in her hearts fire
Bathed in the flames of my fury
She wears me out like jewellery
The duel-edged tool of her tomfoolery cuts my character
A quick-witted challenger to any bachelor
Bad attitude chick, intellectual calendar bitch
Baby-faced battleaxe make a man switch
My lip-licking sex sandwich the grand dish
My delicious delicacy, my delicate enemy
Our friendship connects with a sexual chemistry
My opposite energy the cause of my pain and the remedy
I need her readily available
Making dreams seem attainable
The untameable force my frames tailored to suit
But my programming can't compute
High resolution beauty, I'm blind and mute
Reciting the music of my youth
I observe the movement of the universe
Rehearsed in her steps this evening
And she's the best-kept secret breathing
the broad blade that left me bleeding
Believing in everything and nothing
She's the source of my suffering
and the cause of endorphin release and adrenaline rushing
Salt water gushing, depression embody my expression
The vessel for my love and affection
My hate and aggression releasing my sweat and supression
The seven sins, my second skin
She knocks and I let her in
The spoonful of sugar in my medicine

Now, if you genuinely have such a basic, single-minded knowledge of hip-hop that you dismiss other people's suggestions as ridiculous without actually having a proper justification, I suggest you get the fuck out of this thread because you'll only end up looking like a bell-end.

[Hunter]

Im sorry but it is just insulting....Imagine someone saying 50 Cent has better verses than Mos Def, JMT, 2Pac, etc.....It is just a insult.

It's just all a matter of preference, that's what is great about Hip Hop. Anywho, back on topic, here's a verse I love, you have to hear it to really appreciate it's craziness though:


Outkast - B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)

"1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, yeah!
In-ter-national, underground
Thunder bounce when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train,
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there,
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini anything goes, be what you wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin'
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch Hell
HOT! Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and some baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question, with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really it was bad all along
Before he left adds up, to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
believe there's always more, ahhhhh!"

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-Qw3fMUCUg/SORhTzr-QSI/AAAAAAAAB5E/1qFXJ3XGqZg/s400/andre3000.jpg

:w00t

[riahc3]

That's quite clearly not what I said you complete and utter idiot. Also, I'm interested that Mos Def - the artist whose verse I posted - makes your list of emcees it would be insulting to compare 50 Cent to, yet R.A. the Rugged Man doesn't. Still, no-one knows hip-hop like a hypocrite.


Mos Def is a great artist. I never said he was bad or he sucked. You are simply putting words in my mouth.


You asked me to name a better verse than the one you referred to. I did. You then had a hissy-fit because your good mate R.A. the Rugged Man's verse isn't as hyped as you think it is.

My good mate? R.A. is def not my favorite artist by a LONG shot...I could give a fuck about him but the verse he delivers is amazing.


I'm still looking for all of these supposed metaphors and punchlines you keep harking on about.


If you cant see the punchlines/metaphors then you need to switch your music because you obviously dont know how to understand a song.


As for aggressiveness - he's discussing war. I would hardly expect someone talking about "mountainous ridges" to start getting all M.O.P. on us. The fact that you're so single-mindedly trying to dismiss my point tells me you actually know fuck all about what you're talking about.


Discussing war? He is discussing his father's story, you ignorant fuck. That just tell me you may not even have listened to the song. There is a difference between listening to the song and reading the lyrics.




Just for the sheer sake of it, here's another verse that's better than your RA verse from the JMT song - it's by an artist called Jehst, on a track called E.S.P. (Extra Sensory Perfection). In case you've not heard of him (if you're from the US, I don't honestly know), he's a British artist and he's currently doing a lot over here. The verse below pisses on the RA the Rugged Man verse, certainly in terms of sheer quality, wordplay, grammar and vocabulary used and metaphor. In my opinion, his delivery is also better - he's quite atypical of a lot of English rappers. He manages to do the whole clever-lyrics-without-it-sounding-corny thing. But, shit, you'd know that. You are the hip-hop don who knows everything.


I listened to the entire verse and my verdict is that if you think that kills R.A's or that Mos Def verse you posted.....
You need to change music because you have no ideas about hip-hop, rhymes, flow, lyrics, punchlines, or metaphors. Hell just for you Im gonna listen to it 2 or 3 more times.


Now, if you genuinely have such a basic, single-minded knowledge of hip-hop that you dismiss other people's suggestions as ridiculous without actually having a proper justification, I suggest you get the fuck out of this thread because you'll only end up looking like a bell-end.
I already told you the proper justifications. You either dont want to read them or simply ignore them and go on your way saying there are verses with better rhymes, flow, and punchlines than R.A.'s...
Have you even hear the verse or you just Googled up the lyrics? And if its the second, god why did they take Pac when they could have taken you.


Next thing, Ill problably hear from you is that Necro sucks as a lyricist.

[Dale C.]

Hunter, B.O.B is outstanding man, I know all the words to that song man :D

Out of interest, whats everyones favourite Outkast album?

Mine is Stankonia, closely followed by Southernplayalisticadillacmuzi k, then its probably ATLiens.

[Mjällharth]

ATLiens by a mile for me.

[Dale C.]

Oh my bad, this isn't the hip-hop thread :lol: I thought it was

[riahc3]

Oh my bad, this isn't the hip-hop thread :lol: I thought it was

It isnt anymore. Mentioning Outcast in this "best rap verse" thread (although they are a great group, have great songs and are history) really lowers the bar.

[TheAlchemist]

It isnt anymore. Mentioning Outcast in this "best rap verse" thread (although they are a great group, have great songs and are history) really lowers the bar.

Are you a wind up merchant, or something?

[Dale C.]

It isnt anymore. Mentioning Outcast in this "best rap verse" thread (although they are a great group, have great songs and are history) really lowers the bar.

Oh my lord, he's definately having a laugh now.

Did you even read what I said? No? ok.

Anyway, bit more Nas.

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

[Mjällharth]

Verbal Intercourse is perhaps even among my top ten songs lyrically.

That riah-guy is indeed a lost case tho', rather hard to understand what's going on in the poor man's head. :lol:

[Mjällharth]

Delete, Doublepost.

[Hunter]

It isnt anymore. Mentioning Outcast in this "best rap verse" thread (although they are a great group, have great songs and are history) really lowers the bar.

:faceplm:

Just leave this thread forever if you're going to be an arse everytime mate. It's also "Outkast". Shows much you know ?

[riahc3]

:faceplm:

Just leave this thread forever if you're going to be an arse everytime mate. It's also "Outkast". Shows much you know ?

My mistake. Shows you how they are on the rap level.

Oh yeah it's also OutKast so....Look whos talking about all they know....

You just failed at trying to point out my failure.

[Hunter]

My mistake. Shows you how they are on the rap level.

Oh yeah it's also OutKast so........

You just failed at trying to point out my failure.

Your idiocy knows no bounds. :faceplm:

Look whos talking about all they know

How old are you ? Or better yet, stupid ? I was merely mocking you after you have made several statements questioning other people's knowledge on Hip-Hop. As for the name, Outkast is quite clearly closer than Outcast - so be quiet because the more you post, the more you embarrass yourself here.

[JoeyM]

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna get to this place that my grandpa told me bout as a child
Told me only a few could make it and the fakest aint allowed
Be a star out your game and aim above the clouds
and if you miss, youll at least be amongst your own crowd
I smiled cause now I see what he meant
I see it in the eyes of mothers when they uncover there sins and repent
Gettin closer to Jehovah on their own knees bent
Praying our mindframes switch and these times change quick
But I hate to say it brother
Youre just too stubborn, to stuck on them selves to ever think about others
They must uncover the scales on their eyes called lies
Leading to deaf them and blind like my mom told me bout
Where their sins get cleansed...Cause they bathe in flames
And the only route out is to shout out his name
I was trained to be a soldier for god
But as soon as I used my own thoughts I kinda got lost
In this smog called reality
Where hell is a fallacy and Heaven is a fantasy created by man
so don't believe in it
Came in here with nothing then your leaving with
nothing so retreat from this
world of deceit
but for my people it's time to rise
realize theres a heaven whether you think it's inside or in the sky
we gotta reach for it before it's gone eternally
and you stuck here below the heavens for eternity

*CHORUS* X5
Whos world is this
The...woooo-ooorld

[Verse 2]
Yo, somebody once told me that I'm already in hell
Freedom's a state of mind it's just a heart of me's in hell
I freed my slaved mind so the part of me's in hell
So even when it's hard to breathe a part of me inhales
So pardon me...
you gotta try hard to be yourself...
cause you cant go to heaven being anybody else
I was raised by a reverand yet the lessons didnt help
had to get em for myself
I was told hell is hot I had to fell it for myself
so I left home
as a young child smiling as I stepped on
facin a world butt naked without my wea-pon
I lost my smile and exchange put a vest on
now that my premature stress is gone
I got problems to face as a man
I was told either you stand or you fall
long as you know that when you walk yo holding hands as a god
that alone can turn the dark
into a walk in the park
I only talk from my heart
so open yours when your listening
every man has his own heaven
the difference is the way that he envisions it so....
if you make your heaven pictureless
by the time you die youll be drifting in an imageless field
so fill your heaven full of blessing thoughts
thats real
you could stress it or just let it walk
I got a question if a man can make his own heaven
then can he make his path to get to it too
I only spit fluid truth
and I spit it for the listenas so Im spittin to you
you say it's hell I say it's bullshit were getting through
just think about it any man has his own heaven
but you gotta go through hell to be a man first
and understand 1st hell is what you choose to call the present
thats why youre going through what I just choose to call a stressin
to tell you fools the truth
I don't feel it's what I'm destined
you can call it hell but brah...
I can say Im below the heavens

Cracking song. I wasn't as big a fan of Below The Heavens as some but there's a few songs where Blu show enormous potential.

[riahc3]

Your idiocy knows no bounds. :faceplm:

Sure...




How old are you ? Or better yet, stupid ? I was merely mocking you after you have made several statements questioning other people's knowledge on Hip-Hop. As for the name, Outkast is quite clearly closer than Outcast - so be quiet because the more you post, the more you embarrass yourself here.
Old enough to know that OutKast (none of the members) doesnt belong in a best rap verse thread...
Who is this Outkast you speak of? Are they a new group or something?
And the more I embarrass myself? People aren't going to remember what I write on a internet forum the next day but I guess if you think so and it makes you seem important, than go right ahead.

You still fail at hip hop 101.

[Dale C.]

:faceplm:


Listen, if we're taking this literally then there should only be one post in this thread.

Whats the point in that really?

[TheAlchemist]

Sure...




Old enough to know that OutKast (none of the members) doesnt belong in a best rap verse thread...
Who is this Outkast you speak of? Are they a new group or something?
And the more I embarrass myself? People aren't going to remember what I write on a internet forum the next day but I guess if you think so and it makes you seem important, than go right ahead.

You still fail at hip hop 101.
:erm: Are you trying to be sarcastic?

[Hunter]

I believe he is but failing miserably of course. I tried getting the thread back on track, but he is obviously too pre-occupied with trying to argue stupidly.

[Vitumbiko]

Kanye West - Champion

Chorus
(Did you realize
That you were a champion)

(Kanye)
Yes I did
So I packed it up and brought it back to the crib
Just a lil somethin', show you how we live
Everybody want it but it aint that serious
Mhmmm thats that shit
So if you gon do it, do it just like this

Chorus
(Did you realize
That you were a champion)

(Kanye)
When it feel like living's harder than dying
For me giving up's way harder than trying
Lauryn Hill said her heart was in Zion
I wish her heart still was in rhyming
Cuz who the kids gon' listen to
Huh
I guess me if it isnt you
Last week I payed a visit to the Institute
They got the Dropout keepin' kids in the school
I guess i cleaned up my act like prison do
If not for pledge at least for the principle
They got the CD they got to see me
Drop gems like i droped out of PE
They used to feel invisible
Now they now they invincible

[Hunter]

Just have to say, I like reading through the verses posted but I can never be arsed reading when someone just posts up an entire song.

[Vitumbiko]

Just have to say, I like reading through the verses posted but I can never be arsed reading when someone just posts up an entire song.

Yeah, I jus posted the whole song cos I just couldn't chose which was the best part, but I'll cut it.

[Gunplay]

Baby girl told me in my sleep I was talking
So it's only natural I asked her what I said?
She said she woke up when she heard
But she was so damn tired she couldn't make out a word"
She said she was trying to see if eventually I would scream the name of a bird
I told her that's absurd, and then gave her the face like "word?"
And then she replied yeah, said it was quite weird, said she was type scared
I said "that's a side effect that you get
when you trade bad dreams for some great nightmares"
When I closed my eyes, I escaped the Poltergeist
my escape from reality, just what I needed
Brings me to a place where shorty never cheated
And even if she tried and succeeded
In this other world I wouldn't even get heated
Fuck the details, I don't care about why
I'm chilling with my grandmother, she ain't die
I was browsing online and seen Mike on a banner
That said "you can be like me and beat cancer"
Anything I touched, I'd feel
No inspection but it seemed so real
Was leaving out the casino with a nympho
Yes, Ray it can be so simple
Here's how I arrive a problem with my kinfolk
Learn how to build me a house with no win-dows
And that's when I think I saw a ribbon in the sky but it wasn't from an in-tro
'Cause where I'm at there's no rumors or gossip but still got love for Ms. In-fo
She said in my sleep I'd be laughing, but shit be funny to me
Look, my ice cream was two hundred degrees
if it dripped, I'd get a hole in my dungarees
See, my anonymity is my protection
and me and hip-hop have no connection
Which got me to reflect and is that why the mirror won't show my reflection?
When I close my eyes, there's no dollars
so we can scratch that one as an excuse
Or why folks do the things they do
or why people act so brand new
I had wings on flying out a prison with a ratchet
was only there 'cause someone snitched
Look, no one's poor but no one's rich
just my way of creepin if life's a bitch
Took a walk on the ceiling just to get my mind right
That was yesterday, so in hindsight
Since I was able to haul off
I took it as God tellin me I'll never fall off
Got rid of name brands in the jewelry
most people just use it as medicine
Like it take 'em somewhere they ain't never been
but here you better off not better than
Stuck in the room with a elephant
Opened the closet and dapped up my skeleton
Had a convo with a man with no ears
And all of a sudden everything became so clear
Have no fear, I just bought a first class trip to nowhere - everybody goes there
But they don't stay the whole year, me? I got three hundred and sixty-five shows there
My girl said in my sleep, I'd be walking, so I ask baby, where I go?
Uh, she said I be walking slow
but she don't ever want to get out of bed, so she don't know
I went to see a man walking on water
Asked if he'd ever get things back in order
I've been there two years, over a quarter
But everytime I open my eyes, it's like torture
He said "please, I gave you a whole 'nother world for you to go do with as you please
Just so you appeased, mixed with a couple of signs about real life while you make believe"
So I, teleported out of there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion, invited me in
Then, we politiced, about politics
Said something about Def Jam, I ain't acknowledge it
I went to see a virgin with AIDS, yeah I thought about smashing that
yeah her ass was fat
So appealing, tattoo on her inner thigh said
"she doing better than she was feeling"
I think I seen shorty before, maybe in a club or something
Or, maybe in VIP, but wasn't nobody there but me
And the club was all red
Then she started playin with my head
And then I came
Then I asked shorty, "what's her name?"
And it was weird 'cause she fucked around, disappeared
like what a cruel joke
Cig lit but from it was no smoke
Flicked in the ash tray and seen Stack's face
Flash through a school hallway on a half day
Was getting chased, couldn't tell by who
Then a hallway turned into a cliff
Screaming piff before I was dead
Some coward chopped my ass up out that bed
Then baby girl told me in my sleep, I was screaming
so I said that's a lie
She put her right hand in the sky and said "you was, but I don't know
why, got to go, goodbye"


http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/2391/joeyl.jpg

[HH]

Eminem's 'Im Back' is amazing, I cant believe that ive only really listened to it properly today. Especially his last verse, totally relentless.

"I take seven [kids] from [Columbine], stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
a Mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
and that's a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy
as the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?
It's why I tend to block out when I hear things
Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (AHHHH!!!)
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
it'd be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I 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?"


No he didnt!

[Dale C.]

:lol: Yeah I heard this the other day. Sick stuff man!

[Hunter]

"Niggas politicin’ wanna know why I'm rhymin' different
My best friend got murdered, nigga my mind is different
If you ain't never spent no time in prison
You can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin',
Niggas rallin' me up let's go find a victim
I can’t do it homie that’s the reason Shyne in prison,
And through devine intervention
Ten plus years doing crime in the trenches
Multiply by the time we spent in the kitchen,
And that’s a life worth of hard livin’, Cuban cigar tippin’
Twelve grey ditchin’ purple serve by the jar sippin’,
If you lost a homie you know friendship is God given
I’ve done seen the church so much you'd think I was born Christian,
I’ve done seen more dead bodies than a mortician
Seen niggas in and out of county blues like they was born crippin’,
So I’m a keep on living cause when I’m gone niggas ain’t gonna do shit
But fuck my bitch and pour liquor..."

- Never Be Friends

http://www.westlord.com/the-game/photo/The-Game_035.jpg

[Moyesavelian]

Yo are you a pimp a hustler?
No I'm not.
Are you a man and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
Yes I can.
Are you willing to go out there and save the lives of our children
even if it means losing your own life?
Yes I am.
I believe you Jeru you're ready.
*You've no no nothing to worry about*

Now I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself

XjWE-UNaJEs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBxiz497kas

[Vitumbiko]

Juelz Santana - Go Crazy (Rap City 'Basement' Freestyle)

Dipset, Skullgang, Ya dig,
Shout out to killa the don, Jim Jones,
All my dudes, Bezzled,
SAS wats gud,
Hola at me,
Uh uh yo,
I got diamonds dripping off me,
Krats and stones,
Lookin like i just left Serrie Leone,
And my money gettin cherry puttin calories on,
You fools just carrying on,
F em,
They all watch me,
They all copy,
My flows past murder, Its autopsy,
Wat are u senseless?
This forensics,
I don't spit, I throw up my intestines
And with the money i'm reckless, relentless
I'm in da mall spendin wat u call a pension,
Girls with horse legs,
I ride em like a western
I give em extra time,
I'm detention,
I'm a samurai up in em, Y'all fencing
The flow sicker than anything u could mention,
I wasn' t born, I was sketched, then invented
A lab test gone bad, i'm the invention
Its for respect, Y'all hustlin for a check
I'm paid,
Thomas Edisons on my neck,
Light blubs, i sink con-edison checks
Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig
Don't mad at me,
Smile for your majesty,
I'm so bright,
The sun wanna battle me,
My neck look like its from anotha galaxy,
My wrists look like I bought the whole gallery,
Watcha kno about that hard case Louis box,
I open it up, it looks like a jewelry shop,
Dipset, Skull gang,
Hola at ya boy,
The Regan era is BACK
Ya dig!!

http://trackleaker.files.wordpress.co m/2009/04/juelz-santana.jpg

listen here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V61Sk4JUTXA)

[Moyesavelian]

Juelz Santana - Go Crazy (Rap City 'Basement' Freestyle)

Dipset, Skullgang, Ya dig,
Shout out to killa the don, Jim Jones,
All my dudes, Bezzled,
SAS wats gud,
Hola at me,
Uh uh yo,
I got diamonds dripping off me,
Krats and stones,
Lookin like i just left Serrie Leone,
And my money gettin cherry puttin calories on,
You fools just carrying on,
F em,
They all watch me,
They all copy,
My flows past murder, Its autopsy,
Wat are u senseless?
This forensics,
I don't spit, I throw up my intestines
And with the money i'm reckless, relentless
I'm in da mall spendin wat u call a pension,
Girls with horse legs,
I ride em like a western
I give em extra time,
I'm detention,
I'm a samurai up in em, Y'all fencing
The flow sicker than anything u could mention,
I wasn' t born, I was sketched, then invented
A lab test gone bad, i'm the invention
Its for respect, Y'all hustlin for a check
I'm paid,
Thomas Edisons on my neck,
Light blubs, i sink con-edison checks
Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig
Don't mad at me,
Smile for your majesty,
I'm so bright,
The sun wanna battle me,
My neck look like its from anotha galaxy,
My wrists look like I bought the whole gallery,
Watcha kno about that hard case Louis box,
I open it up, it looks like a jewelry shop,
Dipset, Skull gang,
Hola at ya boy,
The Regan era is BACK
Ya dig!!

http://trackleaker.files.wordpress.co m/2009/04/juelz-santana.jpg

listen here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V61Sk4JUTXA)

:unsure::unsure::tongue:

[Mjällharth]

This doesn't fit in with the thread but didn't really have a clue where to post. I'm unsure what to think of this, so I'd like opinions.

Like a Don I'm confessin'/'bout how my mind is being tested
Constantly by this modern rap music that's immature like a fetus
Is it a lack of talent or has the greedy hand of capitalism set out to get us?
So I wander about/tryin' to find answers to this musical cancer/
Instead of money with soul and jazz the rap should be romancin'
Thoughts twistin' and turnin'/yeah my mind sure is dancin'
Minutes hours and days go by/I uncover the answer when passed has 'nuff time
All it takes is the will to put in work to enhance the rhyme
I'ma be honest 'bout it/I gotta speak my mind

[HH]

To me, Rap music today is okay but not great. A lot of traditional fans are having a hard time adjusting to newer artists and sometimes I get that feeling too when I hear new music. Will we ever find another Nas, Jay, Eminem, KRS? I think we can but they were based around their underground roots too. Nowadays we have T.I., Ludacris, Talib Kweli, Game, Kanye, 50, Lil Wayne who are always seem to be on everything. These guys are good too, but theres just something about them that you feel is missing but I suppose they are working in a money orientated generation which is ours, the internet generation.

[Gunplay]

And could I be a star?
Does fame in this game have to change who you are?
Or could I be the same one who came from a far away life
Just to make it in these broadway lights
Now I'm shining in the broad, day-light - go figure
A slow transition from a little broke nigga from the 'Ville
Got a deal, a real life saver
Dreams of being behind the wheel/Will like, Jada
I chill now, cop a little ice later
Cole, you got a glow like a little Lightsaber
So, clap for him, then applaud Hov'
He gave him the platform
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him? No sir
The flow cold as the shoulders of gold digging hoes
When a broke nigga 'proaches
Told ya I'm focused man, I'll let you motherfuckers soak it in
Clap for him

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIVR14l7wuQ/SpScobdjjbI/AAAAAAAAADo/YGXxDjpI57U/s320/j.cole.jpg

[Vitumbiko]

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

Beast. :cool:

http://themusicsover.files.wordpress. com/2009/02/bigpun.jpg

R.I.P

Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause
I'm hotter then the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So FUCK ya'll who hatin' for no reason

http://www.hypebeast.com/image/2009/01/lil-wayne-terry-richardson-gq-interview-2.jpg


"My music is soothing and its also been proven that it can get you in the mood to jump outta your car while its movin"

http://www.etonline.com/media/photo/2008/02/38589/400_eminem_080109_fmicelotta_5 3068217.jpg

[Gunplay]

They say I'm all about murder murder and kill kill
But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill?
What about Cheney and Halliburton?
The back door deals on oil fields?
How is Nas the most violent person?
Y'all wouldn't know talent if it hit you
Bringing up my criminal possession charges with a pistol
I use Viacom as my firearm
Then let the lyrics split you, who do you rely upon?
Then shoot shells at Leviathon
I'm dealing with the higher form
Fuck if you care of how I write a poem
Only fox that I loved was the red one
Only black man that Fox love is in jail or a dead one
Red rum, political bedlam
Don't let the hype into your eyes and ear drum
Murdoch owns Fox
Not A-Team with Baracus
And he hates Barack cause, he marched with the marchers...


http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kd_iKG-VBdU/SkGjTW_5YWI/AAAAAAAACPE/Y3w0Av-L0Ug/s400/nas3.jpg

[Gunplay]

This verse here is truly amazing. Caught me off guard it's off Wu Tang's "Radiant Jewels":

When Pun was packing a mack in the back of the Acura
I was dealing in the buildings, there wasn't no cameras
To witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isn't
Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aqueduct
Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up
Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping
I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse
Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the dream to make it rich
With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a V that's crazy quick
I came to win, my Yankee fitted represents what greatness is
Lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation
If I'm getting too deep, I give you a minute to take it in...
My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans
And thinking you seeing me? Who you playing with?
Cor, Mega, raw forever
Fell back, pause, fell off? Never!

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[Gunplay]

I'm super paranoid, like a 6th sense
Since my father died, I ain't been writing since
And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe
Split an eighth of shrooms just so I could see the universe
I tried to think about myself as a sacrifice
Just to show the kids they ain't the only ones up at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck
Its all said and done and my cock's been sucked
So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the womb
My hearts an open sore that I hope heals soon
I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancun
Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon
So it's more than life, I try to shed some light on them man
Not many people of this planet understand

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[HH]

They say I'm all about murder murder and kill kill
But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill?
What about Cheney and Halliburton?
The back door deals on oil fields?
How is Nas the most violent person?
Y'all wouldn't know talent if it hit you
Bringing up my criminal possession charges with a pistol
I use Viacom as my firearm
Then let the lyrics split you, who do you rely upon?
Then shoot shells at Leviathon
I'm dealing with the higher form
Fuck if you care of how I write a poem
Only fox that I loved was the red one
Only black man that Fox love is in jail or a dead one
Red rum, political bedlam
Don't let the hype into your eyes and ear drum
Murdoch owns Fox
Not A-Team with Baracus
And he hates Barack cause, he marched with the marchers...


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Loved the song and all, but I liked 'Esco Let's Go' just a little bit more.

[HH]

"Im from the Big Apple, which means I'm a Mac/She's a PC, She lives in my lap."

"Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
left me for the Heat,
we were winning back to back..."

:erm:

[TheAlchemist]

Must admit, its one of my favourate tracks on the album

[Gun_Runner]

Me too, lyrically very clever. Catchy beat to it as well...

[Vitumbiko]

"Mayonnaise colored Benz, i push miracle whips."

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"When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand poppa doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking pop’s liver
But you can never say that his life is through
5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too
Here we go while I check the scene
With the portugese lover at the age of 14
The same age, front page, no fuss
But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
Never been senile, that’s where you’re wrong
But give the man a taste and he’s gone
Noddin off, sleep to a jazz tune
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
I get the pillow and hope I don’t wake him
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he’s taking over
I said pop maybe when you’re older
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
My old man standing yelling good god, almighty
Use your condom, take sips of the brew
When they reminisce over you, for real"

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Genius lines right there.

[considine46]

From "TONY"by The Shirehorses a parody of "STAN"by Eminem
"I used to like you Mark,I thought you were just the job
I even got your name tattoed across my nob
well a bit of your name anyway"
"Ive had half a bitter,you dare me to ride?"
"You say your gran is going through a program of breast reduction operations
how far along is she?"

[Nifty1Pound50]

Pharoahe Monch's verse on H! Vltg3, on Linkin Park's Reanimation album.

Who's the man demanding you hand over your Land Rover?
No man's bolder than Pharoahe when he jams your plans over
I inflict sclerosis
The most ferocious
Why I spy, my third eye, is extremely high voltage
Thats why I need Ruby Quartz glasses
'Cause when I glance there's a chance I might blast the masses
Subliminals trasmitted through piano
Integrated in flow
Calculated to nano
I use skills when I need
Please heed the rhyme I hear when I plead when I proceed through time
I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles
Via induced reduction of cells and molecules
I bring the knowledge
You swallow the state
That's a hologram
I box your head
Fatten your lip like Collagen
A telepath to deliver verses with no postage
Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda
We high voltage

His delivery is so ridiculous on that track.

[Moyesavelian]

[Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come
So peter piper, Im hyper than pinochios nose
Im the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now youve got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo wheres the gravy
So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe
Yabba doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly brooklyn boys about to get his, dig
My waist bones connected to my hip bone
My hip bones connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bones connected to my knee bone
My knee bones connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the ovaltine, Id rather have a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, lets spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun



--not saying much but ,crazy lyrics and delivery of them

[Vitumbiko]

Ima put the whole song, cos all Verses are jaw dropping

Pen & the Needles

Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric
In other words, I reposition how I sit it,
Then make u "feel it" Like I mispronounced Filet,
On second thought, I can't make u fill it
Like u diggin' ya own grave, 'less u can Kill Bill it
A night of the living passed the wait
Can u dig it? Why Emcee? Hey,
I do it for my village-
The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat; is the Beatles
Go together like Lennon and the people
In some fresh linens and some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's
The pen and the needles...

I'm back at cha, and I Pac' like cap backwards
Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the bats backwards
Yeah, like a bat catchers
The law gotta long arm like a back scratcher
But before I leave mine at home
Like a bad catcher, I think about my zone
Where pimps make scratch off the track like a DJ
Easy, that's my zone rappers
It's my deck...
And if I catch u set trippin' wit my cassette sittin' in a zone rappers:
It's not a threat,
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills
They wanna send me back home the devil, is on my heels
The wreckingness thing like in a sequences police, i repeat
We go together like the Beauty and the Beast
Writing is in my veins;
The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles...

The word is mightier than the sword
And my serve is tightier than yours
Like year in St. Louis ya whole flow
I fear I sank through it...
It all became clear,
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, YEAH
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur
Swung wit the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, THERE
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow,
It appears I sank to it...
My swing, it couldn't be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, CLEAR
The scriptin' of Scorsese the score is Count Basie
We go together like, the original and the sequel
This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin' me?
The pen and the needles...

[Mjällharth]

from Akrobatik - Moondust

It's star time time to shine let's begin
Open your mind and let Ak-er-o in
My style come from deeper than Neptune
Akrobatik came to bring the boom from next tomb to next tomb
Old school like Space Invaders or Asteroids
Akrobatik that's the boy he bring the rap world joy
I bring the joy but I can also show the heinous
Of your brain in a darker black hole than Uranus
I swing it for my queen 'cause she love me like Venus
That's Aphrodite blacks rock your afro tightly
This year I hold heads don't take Akro lightly
I rip shit in the Milkyway the stars are unsightly
Deliverin messages with the speed of Mercury
Sonin' emcees like Zeus did to Hercules
I'm breakin shit down to moondust line by line
It's star time so shine

[Hunter]

"Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
We were supposed to Takeover, I caught her bumping Ether,
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
Thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her Coke Zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
Left me for the Heat,
We were winning back to back,
Said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
Shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
We used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the 'Ponzi' scheme, damn shawty just 'Made-off'."

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[Vitumbiko]

Listen,
If you wit' it?
Get in
Watcha you sippin'?
Hit it outta the park as if u pitchin'
First you look at me wrong like "Uh-uh No He Didn't",
Then you turn into robin on me then you start to give in,
Get it?
By the beach watching tennis,
Crack another bottle of Perignon,
Louis V Carry-On's when you visit,
Sending,
All them signals in your sidekick,
Sit-ins,
Then I reply like beater in a minute,
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list,
But we come from a village,
Truck Tire Sour Diesel Sync,
That's real shit,
When smelling this you wanna see how tha cigar taste,
We lighting Reefa bumpin' 808s and heartbreaks,
Skinny broad,
Without them jeans she got a heart shape,
Skip the movie date N' take her to tha Horse race,
And Let you bet it all,
Keep the winnings,
Young the entrepreneur give you tha buisness,
Dig it?

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[ArdA TuraN]

yes ure right i guess good work

[futsal4lyfe]

I can't think of a single best verse, but some artists/groups who consistently drop nice rhymes you all should check out are Black Thought, Mos def, Black Star, Gift of Gab, Cannibal Ox, CYNE, dead prez, Wu-tang clan, Outkast, and The Last Emperor.

[Vitumbiko]

I be Rollin'
Riddin'
Flow so fly, I be so so high
She said I'm the guy you wanna ride with
Like my car get inside it
U exicted?
I don't blame you
Everywhere I go all them hoes act same too
I don't wanna date u
I just wanna take u home, n do somethin' grown folks can relate
to
Bitch Ima play u?
I would hate but if u stay call u should be straight boo
Bitch Ima straight fool
No I can't lie, don't let a day go by where I ain't high
Got the brake lights let me slow it down u knowin who it is
What is bout to go down
U wanna roll now
We'll just ride out
Right now I'll show u what I'm bout

I be cakin'
Makin' all this money, look honey I ain't fakin'
I see that your're taken
That's cool with me, cuz u n your boyfriend ain't got shit to do with me
Truthfully
Real talk
I pimp hard she tell them to get lost
Bottles of Patron, Good green in my cigar
I see u n your girl watching me and my nigga
Now that ur with us
If not whiz don't fuckin' rap star I just get it how live
This ain't the first time that u heard bout whiz so ma why u feelin'
Me u front n act like it is
Now u ain't the type of juice better than one pound jus lettin'
Me come round now she a bus down
Feelin' my convo
Then Mami let's ride out
Right now and show u what I'm bout

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[what????]

My top 5
Biggie - Juicy
2Pac - Changes
Snoop Dogg - Gin and Juice
Dr. Dre ft Ice Cube - Natural Born Killaz
Eminem - Crack a Bottle

[TheAlchemist]

I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears
They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in cheers
Catch a thunder bolt, pockets stay lump from hundred notes
Stunnin quotes make you run ya coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
It feel as ill as concealin drills in the knee caps
Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
When off the purple and greens,
I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel, then I murk you
Bust techs, the lead sparkin now who be my next head target
I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror
And if I hear ya, I'll appear clearer,
Extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound I'm, pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blasted
Son is a, prob rob funds from ya publishin
While his dogs put his guns to ya like the Punisher
Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major midterm paper
The kid burns the saber, strikin cats
How you want it? Gats, spike or bats
I know you likin that, stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
Niggas vomitin, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Tub ya spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us layin down a law just as raw as a crawfish
You met your death and although, I took away your breath and I ran
I still left wit a Grand like Theft Auto

[Hunter]

"Bullet wounds and tattoos is how I show my pain,
I'm gone so much my little girl don't know my name,
My palms covered in residue from cocaine,
Been on the block since 6 in the morning,
The neighbours complain about the traffic at my house,
When they need to borrow something they put their hands out,
Little kids start running when they see my car coming
Just looking at me will make a nigga start hustlin',
I ain't a start nothing I just know how to count
know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin' em out
Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the Desert Eagle (I'm so illegal),
I can't even feed you what they put in the needle
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal,
You can call me country but don't call me broke,
We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go?"

- I Love The Hood

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[HH]

"Am I changing right before your eyes?
Becoming someone you don't recognize
As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly
I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie
Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Gon' finally give a n-gga leg room and a whip
From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven
Like a passenger on 9/11 — please go find a reverend
You see I promise that I'd never change
But that was way before I made the dough and met the game
Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow
And even white women want a n-gga — Othello
I'm ballin' with nuggets, like fuck it I'm Carmello
Now the crib got much room -Portobello
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
I sit yo ass down like you was playin' a cello
See, you n-ggas hated and I levitated further
Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder
So if it comes down, may the best man win
No sweat like a head band"

[Hunter]

I could genuinely post all three verses, but I won't, this lyrically isn't the best of the three I don't think but it's the most memorable:

"Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holla to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
'Cause sista you don't need him,
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman,
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies,
And since a man can't make one,
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one,
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up..."

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[Moyesavelian]

one of my fave songs and verses




""My life story strictly business never blew my chance

Moms kicked me out the house when I was flippin "I'm the Man"

Put the boys on the street make them walk this beat

Teach them how to eat and to seek for peace

Son I stamped this name Livin' Proof cause I mean what I say

Bring the fake to reality and make them pay

Yo these ghetto rhyme stories got em scared to death

I'm tryin to get the fuck out see what the world's about

Check it nineteen-eighty-six is when I reached my peak

Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet

First destinate your sector then it's just like that

Makin moves with my brothers and there's no turnin back

We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now

Gettin ready with my brothers time to break the shit down

I'm not about killin my people but you know how it go

Work with me not against me and we'll make mad dough

Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap

Hold me back and give me love and now I'm givin it back

A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet

My Livin' Proof life story, let me break it in piece ""

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[Keyser Soze]

From West 10 to the West Bank,
I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand,
Never work for a Zionist, never been a yes man,
My art is like Rembrandt painting pictures of death camps,
The average person is allergic to the words of wisdom,
This is for everyone of Saddam's Kurdish murder victims,
And all the pure souls that never had the chance to speak,
Truth pumps in my arteries and causes my heart to beat,
For soldiers haunted and tortured by guilty memories,
Who realised too late to reveal their real enemy,
It's all dead wrong
For every victim of racist persecution from Auschwitz to Hebron,
My words may sting cowards,
For people that were atomised by the Thermate in the Twin Towers
Those living through the wars,
Ask me what I do this for,
Put the world in its place before it put you in yours

wdidj1ahn18

Was listening to this today, nuts. Lowkey's a beast. Love that "Rembrandt painting pictures of death camps" line.

[TheAlchemist]

Create an illy scene
Here's what I really mean
I make the whole city glow like the video for Billy Jean
Posses it
I was destined to be florescent
You less slick
I guess it's just the finesse that you blessed with
Got correct lines
To do what effect's mines
The kind that eject fine
Electronic music
When I, blaze the art
Switch your small brain waves apart
With grace because I'm laser sharp
To faze ya
I know you saw the flow slaughterin'
You switched to flame
To melt, the same as throwin' water on a witch
I'ma live wire for hire
Fire you an entire splurch
So jump up and get blew out like fire works
I clearly glow
Electrifyin' as Mystirium
Theories show
Materials blow inside the stereo
I'm nasty
Heads just send me to be flashy
Cash me
Out amounts
I'm about cashin' the last G

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[FutebolArte]

I want an RIA not a woman's bracelet you niggas look like females u might aswell face it, drinking champagne and wearin necklaces, some of yall fat rappers even got breastses, and I'm not woman bashing so please don't email me, and spreadin lies on how positive I used to be.
VA25Sknmyus

[Papa]

I'm not sure what the best verse I've ever heard is but you can't get much better than Mos Def's verse in Black Star's What's Beef.

Beef is not what Jay said to Nas
Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs
So they tryna find niggas to rob
Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job
Beef is when the crack kids can't find moms
Cause they inna PINE box or locked behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is callin' you "defendant"
Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence
Handed down to you in a few short minutes
Beef is when your girl come through for a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and too broke to get it
And all your little kids is doin is gettin' bigger
You tryin not to raise 'em around these wild niggas
Beef is when a gold digger got ya seed in her;
A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga"
Or I'm tellin' your wife
Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life
Beef is when a gangster ain't doin it right
And other gangsters done decided what to do with his life
Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic
Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight
Yeah, beef is not what Ja said to 50
Beef is Weldon Irv not bein here with me
When a soldier ends his life with his own gun
Beef is tryin' to figure out what to tell his son
Beef is oil prices and geopolitics
Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip
Some beef is big and some beef is small
But what y'all call beef is no beef at all
Beef is real life happenin' everyday
And it's realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay
This has been a Black Star PSA
From Mos Def, Pretty Flaco, black Dante
And the Black Star embassy, B to the K

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