The Best Rap Verse You Have Heard ?

[Gunplay]

What are the best or is the best rap verse you have ever heard ? and give a reason why you thought that the verse was special.

[Ogopa Djz]

"when we in beef
we saw the hustlas prayer
if the game shakes me or breaks
i hope it makes me a better man
take a better stand"

Biggie on Sky is the Limit. That is raw cause he had just died when the video came out and so its held a special meaning. Plus it's a bit poetry aint it ;)

[Gary G]

http://www.liverpoolway.co.uk/a-zofplayers/a-d/barnes.jpeg

"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

[tom pain]

"Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum, unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me. Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great. Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate; it's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us - plus all the stores ship us platinum. Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass. But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you; to get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad, so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns. That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly. But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me. They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me; if I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B. It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!"

Eminem - Sing for the Moment. Not sure why I like this one, but he does make a very good point in it about people being against rappers.

[wrigh2uk]

^ gotta say that verse is ill

Heres on verse i really like

Big L, this verse was hot man if you get the chance to download the song - American Dream. Theirs so much skill how he spits it aswell

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




and the 2pac verse from realest killers, pure passion as pac spits yet another classic verse, I particulary like this song the way pac spits it , so fast n furious

Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight

[Original?]

I think the best rap verse went something like...

"..."

That was wonderful best thing I've ever heard in a rap song.

[Jonny2J]

Biggies verse in Notorious Thugs is all i can think of now... and Rakim's in My Melody

[jMz]

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

I wasn't far off. I got the first bit right. My memoriy serves me well for once.
Snoop Dogg. Murder was the case.

EDIT - It's special cos it reminds me of my mis-spent youth. Happy days.

[razor]

Biggies verse in Notorious Thugs is all i can think of now... and Rakim's in My Melody



HA HA HA! Your Fuckin' Hilarious you are.


if you dont like rap music dont post in a rap thread.

[Jonny2J]

HA HA HA! Your Fuckin' Hilarious you are.


if you dont like rap music dont post in a rap thread.fuck iz u talkin about??

[jMz]

This is my fave though. It's nasty as fuck.
Natural Born Killaz - Dr Dre & Ice Cube

Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
Cause when I get my sawed off
Niggaz get hauled off {Ice Cube:} haha barrel one
Touches your motherfuckin flesh {Ice Cube:} barrel two
Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec - 9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was Sarah Conner
Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a boddy bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa

{Ice Cube}
Terror illistrates my era
Now I cant hang around my momma
Cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast motherfucker
{Dr. Dre:} yeah what's up
It feels like I'm bustin a nut
When I open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
Cause I'm givin dirt naps
Comin with them bomb ass raps
To make your lungs collapse
Perhaps, you never sleep
Cause evertime you doze
You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days
Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze
I never ever ever made a hoe stay
But I'm down with Dre
Like AC is down with OJ
So fuck how your livin
I'm the unforgivin
Psycho drivin
Murdera
It's authentic
Don't panic
I can't stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
So fuck Charlie Manson
I'll snatch him out of his truck
Hit 'em with a brick
And I'm dancin

{RBX}
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I don't wanna die
I DON'T WANNA DIE
I DON'T WANNA
I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

{Ice Cube}
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand I like the sound of Sireens
Terrified screams from the streams
Of Strycnine
Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
Cause motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold
And they pupils won't dialate
IT'S SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
Headache
I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
Like that dude up in Singapore
So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana

{Dr. Dre}
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
Keepin niggaz in order
Makin there live shorter
Ready to slaughter
Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter
Or a dime
Mushroom's got my mind
Hallicinatin
Ain't no debatin
I'm creatin an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate
On the for realla
A thrilla
Or a Natural Born Killa

{Ice Cube}
Gi - Gi Gi - Gi Ga - Ga
They call me Da - Da
6 million ways to murder
Choose one
Lose one soul
Bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night

Should I peely
Should I kill her in my iller
Then a Natural Born Killa
{repeats 3x}

[LiamK]

Don't listen to rap music anymore, the only CD from that era I still listen to is Big Pun, but this is my favourite 4 lines from him

I'll appear in your dreams like Freddie do,
No kidding you.
Even if I stuttered
I would still sh-sh-shit on you.

[Gunplay]

fuck iz u talkin about??
he must've quoted the wrong person or something :confused:

[wrigh2uk]

I think the best rap verse went something like...

"..."

That was wonderful best thing I've ever heard in a rap song.


I bet that sounded more funny in your head huh

[Lami]

seriously hard to choose ONE fav/best rap verse mate. theres just too much. most of Pac's words are great to me. Biggie too. Cube and Snoop got some.
One of the best : 2pac - Dear mama
Verse Three:

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

well wat im listnin to lately have been 2pac - Ghost. yet another Pac realist words that just digs deep into me.

[Tupac - speaking]
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin back what's mine

[slowed down voice]
[laughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... ghosts
Feel me?

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, can't peep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'll be ghost

[simmsm88]

Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be

or

I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips.

[Billy Minof]

I'm the motta fcker fcking somebodies daugther,
Go down stairs shake hands with her father. By Onyx.

Loved Onyx in my younger days and them two lines really made me laugh.

[Lami]

This is a Dre, Obie, Eminem diss to Ja Rule. check it out.

[Eminem]
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

[Verse 1 – Dr. Dre]
Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs
Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs
Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some niggaz came up, some just didn't
That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't
Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em
So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough
And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back
And that's when extortion happens
You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be
You deal with anything to live legitimately
But you gone find if you do get in this industry
It's best to be business with me than against me
Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's
Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me
This shit don't even piss me off
I'm laughin all the way to the bank
Watchin the satellite from a Bentley
You niggaz don't even got a car
You're so far under my radar
I don't even know who the fuck you are
To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin
I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin
The media just feeds into these feuds
Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule
Talking bout he's gonna slap me. Nigga please
You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview em
All they doin is making fake threats to us through em
And pussy you're not Pac, I knew em
Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em
It's too bad we had to fallout before he passes
If he could see this shit now, he'd be whoopin your ass
You're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years
Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole

[Chorus – Eminem]

[Verse 2 – Obie Trice]
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cuz niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 4 5 will cease the speech
Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle
Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets? I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a fuck if all ten of them wit you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the women and bitch in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn
And quit tellin all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious
Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your bitches

[jMz]

I'm the motta fcker fcking somebodies daugther,
Go down stairs shake hands with her father. By Onyx.

Loved Onyx in my younger days and them two lines really made me laugh.
I've got one of their albums. 'BACDAFUCUP'
Lovely name.

[Ogopa Djz]

yea another hot verse was this one by 2pac Thugz mansion.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

[Gunplay]

I have to go for Jay-Z's last verse on ''What More Can I Say'' which i think should've been the last song on The Black Abum, i felt this should've been his last verse on his rap career.


Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag/
for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily/
white that mean that shit you write must be illy/
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both/
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag/
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass/
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish/
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it/
And no I'm not through with it/
In fact, I'm just previewin it/
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it/
One-two and I won't stop abusin it/
To groupie girls, stop false accusin it/
Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent/
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh/
What up B, they can't shut up me/
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride/
God forgive me for my brash delivery/
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me/
So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me/
Paint me like a pickany/
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead/
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head/
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact/
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off/
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy/
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me/
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there/
And nigga, why would I ever care?/
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here/
Excludin nobody, look what I embody/
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street/
A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me/
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times/
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines/
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+/
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines/
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times/
Times that by my influence on pop culture/
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list/
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist/
Fuck this!

[Ogopa Djz]

I have to go for Jay-Z's last verse on ''What More Can I Say'' which i think should've been the last song on The Black Abum, i felt this should've been his last verse on his rap career.


Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag/
for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily/
white that mean that shit you write must be illy/
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both/
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag/
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass/
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish/
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it/
And no I'm not through with it/
In fact, I'm just previewin it/
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it/
One-two and I won't stop abusin it/
To groupie girls, stop false accusin it/
Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent/
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh/
What up B, they can't shut up me/
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride/
God forgive me for my brash delivery/
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me/
So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me/
Paint me like a pickany/
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead/
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head/
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact/
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off/
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy/
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me/
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there/
And nigga, why would I ever care?/
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here/
Excludin nobody, look what I embody/
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street/
A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me/
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times/
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines/
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+/
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines/
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times/
Times that by my influence on pop culture/
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list/
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist/
Fuck this!


TRUE.This one was deep. How about the PSA last verse now that was skill. :D

[Gunplay]

TRUE.This one was deep. How about the PSA last verse now that was skill. :D
word life my friend, but you say last verse ? No i say first verse the way he just introduced himself. I think 'The Black Album' would've been his best album if only he got his tracklistings right, he kinda fucked up with the track order man.

[Gunplay]

Actually i'm gonna post that too:

Allow me to re-introduce myself/
My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V/
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z/
I guess even back then you can call me/
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!/
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire/
I be the, music biz number one supplier/
''Flyer'' than a piece of paper bearin my name/
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right/
Hov', OH - not D.O.C./
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"/
I check cheddar like a food inspector/
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"/
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude/
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace/
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this/
I shoot at you actors like movie directors/

class, why wasn't ''P.S.A'' the intro to 'The Black Album' ? very stupid i think.

[Nick Neville]

[Nick Neville]

You've surely forgotten the John Barnes Rap from World in motion?

You know:-

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

Awesome, you kids know nothing

[Ogopa Djz]

Actually i'm gonna post that too:

Allow me to re-introduce myself/
My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V/
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z/
I guess even back then you can call me/
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!/
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire/
I be the, music biz number one supplier/
''Flyer'' than a piece of paper bearin my name/
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right/
Hov', OH - not D.O.C./
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"/
I check cheddar like a food inspector/
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"/
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude/
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace/
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this/
I shoot at you actors like movie directors/

class, why wasn't ''P.S.A'' the intro to 'The Black Album' ? very stupid i think.

Yeah cause at the end the girl says something like"Le album noir" the black album.

[Ogopa Djz]

word life my friend, but you say last verse ? No i say first verse the way he just introduced himself. I think 'The Black Album' would've been his best album if only he got his tracklistings right, he kinda fucked up with the track order man.

The first verse is sweet.I chose last part cause its him signing off with "either you love me or me leave me alone" tear jerker for me. ;)

[Gunplay]

You've surely forgotten the John Barnes Rap from World in motion?

You know:-

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

Awesome, you kids know nothing

The joke is over Gary G already posted it. Get off this thread if your just taking the piss.

[Flipper the Priest]

Anything by the Outhere Brothers.

[robz18]

i like diz line
"they got money for war but cant feed the poor, and they wonder why we crazy, i blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack baby"

and

"lost lives in the towers and pentagon, why then? must it go on we must stop the killin' tell me why we die we all gods children"

and

Velvet bowties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In car similar to a suanas, in my diamonds
And my principal is to study drama
Look what happened in Manhattan
A couple of years ago when guns started clappin'
Two of my dogs fell, two of my niggaz ran
They was amatures in beef with a grown man
It taught me the lessons of how the strong stand
And how the weak, end up in a coffin
Play it cool, that's the old school rule, man
Keep your ears to the street, y'all never lose man
Make your enemies believe there's love there
Cause in war, belief is all fair
Rock them to sleep, shots in your jeep
And you ain't never know the plot was from me
It's from my Masterminds

theres a few more :D

[Nifty1Pound50]

Mos Def's verse on "Hater Players," which is track number something-or-other on the Blackstar album.

It begins;

"Visions occupy my synaptic space
Command a Sheikh, to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low planes, the mountainous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges"

...and goes on.

"Undying Love" by Nas is, for me, the best story told on a hip-hop tune.

One of Dakir's verses on track 11 on the Jurassic 5 LP named "Power in Numbers" is delivery at it's best - he keeps one multi-rhyme up for a very long time. That verse begins;

"I'll tear a competitor, pluck him like chicken feathers."

...you get the idea. Jurassic 5 I'd recommend to anyone. And Kweli. But if you don't know who Kweli is by now, you're clearly into different hip-hop from me.

[Jonny2J]

One of Dakir's verses on track 11 on the Jurassic 5 LP named "Power in Numbers" is delivery at it's best - he keeps one multi-rhyme up for a very long time. That verse begins;

"I'll tear a competitor, pluck him like chicken feathers."

...you get the idea. Jurassic 5 I'd recommend to anyone. And Kweli. But if you don't know who Kweli is by now, you're clearly into different hip-hop from me.quality LP :) Kweli is amazing too!! the thing with Kweli is he dnt get love because he dont sell out to commercial fans.. so he aint never gonna get the appreciation he deserves which is a shame :( *Jonny plays Talib Kweli & DJ Quik- Put It In The Air :cool:

[Gunplay]

I have to also go for Big Pun's first verse on 'Super Lyrical' the name of the track says it all. Also Black Thought showed that him and Pun could make incredible music as his verse was also impressive.

Big Pun's Verse:

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/


Black Thought's Verse:

Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis/
Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice/
Stressin' to emcees how they don't really want this/
Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit/
These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch/
Dancin' double dutch and all sayin' nothin' much/
My sound wave liftin' your chin up like uppercuts/
New found ways of rippin' shit up, I de-ve-lop/
Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me/
Nature-ally I bring the extremity/
Musically intense with the globe in suspense/
Contemplatin' where the world traveler been since/
The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic/
Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic/
Thought from Illadelph somethin' like nothin' else/
My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf,/


''Super Lyrical'' what else can i saw :cool:

[Gunplay]

R.I.P. Big Punisher a.k.a Christopher Lee Rios, Born Nov. 10, 1971 - Died Feb. 7, 2000

[Gunplay]

Canibus's 2 verses on ''How Come'' where incredible i remember listening to this and actually shitting myself because he was anticipating the Millenium being the end of the World. Luckily he was inaccurate unlike his lyrics. :)


As the universe expands/
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man/
Sometimes I wonder how come/
We cant live without guns/
What would of been the outcome if the South won/
Think about that son/
What in the hell caused the assassination of Malcolm/
The federal communications commission listens to politicians in the position/
to Make certain decisions like puttin minorities in prison/
To decimating the population of women/
It's called socialism/
From the United States to the United Kingdom/
Aahhkk, spit into the sky and extinguish the sun, but how come/

(Chorus)

In the future...../
The location is planet Earth/
The time and date is 1999, December 31st/
11:59 p.m., the anticipation of what I think's/
about to happen got my heartbeatin/
We got less than a minute left before the planet Jupiter/
is ignited into a star/
I know it sounds bizarre but it's mathematics/
A specific sign for some of the planet's inhabitants/
Those who understand know what I'm sayin is accurate/
Our country is corrupt from the president to the cabinet/
In the year 2, followed by three 0's/
The space probe Galileo, will welcome us all to channel zero/
but how come/

If it wasn't for his arrogance and stupidity he would be a legend, ahh well thats life i guess. :rolleyes:

[Nifty1Pound50]

Canibus' "stupidity?" He's far from stupid, unless you're referring to his decision to go to the war as stupid. He drops some of the most intelligent and scholarly lyrics around.

"33 Threes" by Canibus is a cleverly told story, but it can get a bit repetitive. All those 3's. "100 Bars" is where Canibus shines lyrically, 5 minutes of non-stop spitting.

"Fly by with the speed of a Porsche
Murder a million emcees, then autograph all of their coffins"

Possibly the illest Canibus rhyme I've heard, though:

"Break the laws of physics
With metaphors and lyrics/
Reach out to dead poets
By conjuring up their spirits"

Well, I thought it was quality, anyway.

Still, compared with the like of Kweli, Canibus is a bottle short of a crate. Talib Kweli's got the ability to talk so deeply about things that if you don't listen and take in, you'll miss. He can also make a point in a bar, that would take another emcee about 8 bars to make.

Off of his latest album:

"If truth be told, and lyrics sold
Then I'd probably be/
Just as rich and famous
As Jay-Z"

Sums up the game nicely.

[robz18]

i abosolutely love this verse by 2pac

"Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen

Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin

on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

From a single drop, this is what they got

Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser

Only plan he had for momma was to f**k her and abuse her

Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me

Stranded on welfare, another broken family

Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion

Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s

Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me

Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me

How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus

will a ni**a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us

in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine

No sunny days and we only play sometimes

When everybody's sleepin

I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin

I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone

I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own

on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks

I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops

Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn

You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone

You can ask my man Ishmael Reed

Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind

Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa*s the weed ni**a

That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ni**a

Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G"

And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise"

[Gunplay]

Canibus' "stupidity?" He's far from stupid, I didn't mean he was stupid as in dumb because judging from his lyrics he was one of the most intelligent rappers of our generation. I meant he was stupid as in decisions he made during his career i.e dissin LL Cool J over some misunderstanding, painting himself silver at the 'MTV Music Awards' because he predicted he will go ''platinum'' before his album even dropped and blaming Wyclef for all his mistakes which was quite childish.

[Teekay]

2Pac Dear mama and Nas made you look

[Gunplay]

Eminem's last verse on Xzibit's ''Don't Approach Me'', the way he just broke down his current situation and lack of privacy.

So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself/
a front door with twelve locks/
and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox/
and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?/
Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots/
and one in the chamber, gun in the waist/
and one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place/
tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not/
gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?/
And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toys/
in the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn/
screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit/
Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip/
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live/
so my address ends up on the internet again/
So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them/
that if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribs/
And reporters, blow it out of proportion/
"Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans/
just for tryin to stand on his porch"/
And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi!/
You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"/
Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle/
and climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you/
It's not that I don't like you..
.. it's just that I'm not behind the mic
I'm a person who's just like you.

[Ogopa Djz]

Dis one is by One of me favorite Rappers Comm sense. Off one of the best songs ever "the food".

It's all good in the hood like
Rags and Timbs
Throwbacks and Timbs
Blacks and Rims
Whether on ball courts and tires of all sorts
We never fall short
With us, it's all force
Like And 1's someway some hand guns
The days the fam one is all over for
Cash is colder than fobolobo
But self I go toe to toe
Wonderin' if it's for the art of for the dough
Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Arrows on tarot cards pointing to the grind
More livin in more prisons
Pointing to my mind
Shine the light up
Clench my fist tight holdin' the right up
Freedom fightin dark year for the years to get brighter
Situations that jaws get tighter
My man tried to get his way...

[swain]

"If you gotta problem yo I solve it check out the hook while my dj resolves it"

Just flies off the tongue effortlessly.

[Gunplay]

yeah i love that song Ogopa- Djz
but he killed Kanye's ''Get Em High'' with this verse:


Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke/
A high filled with dope/
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes/
The real nigga quotes/
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of/
Used soup it still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs/
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show/
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you/
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you/
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead/
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these/
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys/
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular/
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her/
Album, how come, you the hot garbager/
The years clear your image and snooped up/
Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick/
Man you a dick with a loose nut/
Video hard to watch like Medusa/
Even your club record need a booster/
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga/
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba/
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper/
You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way/
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye/
Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retiring/
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then/

[Tenacious D]

JAY-Z
"And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore"

just ere dat JAY-Z we still need you in the game DWAG!!!!!!!

[Gunplay]

'' I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs/
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends/
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen/
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene/
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket/
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it/
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic/
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it/
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully/
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me/
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny/
In the place where the number one cause of death is money/
You can try copin/
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken/
I'm still alive and scopin/
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in/
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher/ ''

The pioneer Rakim on Jigga's ''The Watcher 2'', incredible verse if you ask me.

[Ogopa Djz]

Yo i dis joint for Nas
"Get Down"

Uh.. uh.. uh..
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin
Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
one day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
if God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block
and looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwin them bones
Hopin my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein
While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls
showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof
The D.A. who tried him was lyin
A white dude, killed his mother durin the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybody

[Jonny2J]

the whole fucken tunes by Canibus on 2000 BC and Poet Laurette II

[Gunplay]

the whole fucken tunes by Canibus on 2000 BC and Poet Laurette II
You forgot Buckingham Palace (http://www.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2B54D9FE95522EE83890 82F6DFE945A9) which he murders and all his freestyles aswell.

Also every verse on Royce Da 5'9's - ''Hip Hop''

[Jonny2J]

You forgot Buckingham Palace (http://www.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2B54D9FE95522EE83890 82F6DFE945A9) which he murders and all his freestyles aswell.

Also every verse on Royce Da 5'9's - ''Hip Hop''*Jonny walks upstairs to get all his Canibus CD's :D

[Gunplay]

*Jonny walks upstairs to get all his Canibus CD's :D
hehe :D that guy is a unique rapper, nobody can copy his style.

[Jonny2J]

hehe :D that guy is a unique rapper, nobody can copy his style.he's too good which is his problem, his rhymes are too complex sometimes that ppl just can comprehend them

[hammo99]

Kanye West - Never Let You Down

"I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit that seat where white folks aint want us to eat
At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood i was born to be different
Now niggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership
But we can make it to Jacob and to the dealership
That's why I hear new music
And i jus dont be feelin it
Racism still alive they jus be concealin it
But i know they don't want me in the damn club
They even made me show I.D to get inside of Sam's club
I did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptised at least 3 or 4 times
But in the land where nigga's praise
Yukons and getting paid
It gon take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get you waves
Nothin sadder than that day my girl's father past away
So i promised to Mr. Rainey i'm gonna marry your daughter
And u know i gotta thank u for they way that she was brought up
And i know that u was smiling when u see that car i bought her
And u sent tears from heaven when u seen my car get balled up
But i can't complaint what the accident did to my left eye
Cuz look what a accident did to left eye
First Aaliyah, now romeo must die
I know I got angels watchin me from the other side"

Enough Said

[Gunplay]

he's too good which is his problem, his rhymes are too complex sometimes that ppl just can comprehend them
Exactly, it's like he's rapping for some Scientists studying for their ''Masters'' :) . But you just have to marvel at his intelligent verses.

Splatter the brain of my enemies/
With the same bullet trajectory/
That murdered John Kennedy/
In the back of his cranial cavity/
Which is actually /
What happens to any wack emcee for battling me/

[Jonny2J]

My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward
Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side of it
I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin me
And they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field
And that's really what caused Roswell

:eek:

[Gunplay]

^^^ :eek: ^^^. Canibus just has some of the best verses and what I noticed is he actually teachers at the same time :D .

Here are some of his best lines:

When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with/
punctuations of five-knuckle phrases/
I assure you the vocalist standin before you/
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you/
My tongue moves much faster than yours do/
Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil/

Take a deep breath quick/
Sucking as much air as my lungs can permit/
then I start to kick that shit/
I've been getting busy before the planet started to turn/
Before the bees and birds/
and Adam & Eve occured/
Prior to all creations in other words/
When the female egg will merge, with the mans sperm/
I stand firm, my words burn/
through your exterior/
To eat away your interior/
i'm superior/

I entwine with rhymes like/
2 girls living together, having their menstrual cycle/
at the same timelight/

Nobody can copy me/
plus i've got a doctors degree in biology/
So I can roll my marijuana properly/

I speak with the silent cintext of insects/
human-aires are inequipt to here my E.L.F( Extremly Low Frequency ) /

[Kevthedrummer]

"Guns don't kill people, rappers do"

I heard this song on the radio the other day dunno who it's by but found it weird but most probably quite true:D.

[Ogopa Djz]

Also every verse on Royce Da 5'9's - ''Hip Hop''
DA TRUFF.Hip hop is a great song.

Another fave line of mine in rap was -"ask beavis i get nothing butt head"

"look over your shoulder thats where your careers headed..."

LL on his come back to canibus was prophetic...lol

''Your in the middle of nowhere like the letter H''

''Your girls blowing on me like Nintendo Games''

"sony to awia, black or white... I fit in all stereo types

"shes seen more cockends then weekends

Jus some classic lines.

[Casillas]

Tha Crossroads by Bone Thugs:

Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy, C's uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I done roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then
please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me


And from Jay-Z

Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so old school
Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, ladies help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin with me?
Ride with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'!
Back up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's


I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight

You little F**K, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya


And Nas:

Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class

[sbomb]

Best rap lines ive ever heard was from Tq "westside"

One dime for my n**gers in incarceration i got time for you for having lots of patience
Two dimes for my sisters at the county building i got some love for all you ghetto children
Three dimes for my n**gers that have passed away
i drink some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everythings gonna be fine
But until that day my only recline is westside till i die

cant find it anywhere tho cause is an old song

[Gunplay]

I want to tell the whole world about a friend of mine
This little light of mine, I'm feelin' let it shine
I'm feelin' take y'all back to them better times
I'm feelin' talk about my momma if y'all don't mind
I was 3 years old when you and I move to the Chi
Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
You fix me up something that was good for my soul
Famous home chicken soup, can I have another bowl
You work late nights just to keep on the lights
Mommy got me training wheels so I can keep on my bike
And you would give me anything in this world
Michael Jackson leather and the glove, but didn't give me a curl
And you never put no man over me, and I love you for that mommy can't you see
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
'Cause a nigga cheat and telling you lies, then I started to cry
As we knelt on the kitchen floor, I said mommy I'm a love you 'till you don't hurt no more
And when I'm older, you ain't got to work no more
And I'm a get you that mansion that we couldn't afford
See your unbreakable, unmistakable, highly capable, lady that's making loot
A living legend too, just look at what heaven do, send us an angel, and I thank you

Superb! :)

[Ogopa Djz]

Joe Budden off of Velvet Rope.Damn he's underrated.

"The game is foul at both ends of it/ There's no freedom of speech 'cause of this little thing we call censorship/ As if that don't narrow our content enough/ We make it smaller, talkin' bout rims and shit/ Gettin jerked for the art, 'cause the art's now work/ When you sittin' now writin' in penmanship/ And now the radio's human, for it to fuck with, you gotta make friends with it/ So I make some old radio crap/ Since everything else on the radio's that/ DJ's spin this, maybe go plat/ And if it don't play, they'll say he's so wack/ I'm everything, controversial/ Underground, gangsta rap, slash commercial/ (I'm) introspective, (I'm) slash reflective/ Call the shit whatever long as you get the message/ Call the shit whatever long as it ain't neglected/ Long as it gets respected, yeah/ Wack dudes going hard to be nice/ Nice dues going hard to be wack, going hard for a plaque/ Keep doin' what you always did, keep gettin' what you always got/ Joey always hot, and it may seem I ain't always On Top/ But I aim in more ways than I'm not/ It's all twisted, nowadays can't fail to make the charts/ 'Cause the stars made the sales, but now sales make the stars/ Wish I could go back to the days of glory/ It was all about music, less about the story/ It's like a talk show, one long episode of Maury/ One long episode that bores me/ It's like a talk show, more like a soap/ Can't change the channel, can't find the remote/ I call it pathetic, some find it as dope/ Some call it hard, I call it all choch'/ I find it to be a big screen full of smoke/ Stay in it long enough, you guarenteed to choke/"

[robz18]

"I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
as if our peoples history started with slavery
Painfully I discovered the shit they kept a secret
this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt
I keep it reality based wit the music I make
brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit
like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred
I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus
and from the 15hundreds until after the model
I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow
You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne
and if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni Mission
I never seen so much racism in all of my life
every program and newscast, all of them white
It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest
that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest
Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya
I burn slow like a pissing drunk with gonnorrhea
I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag
while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
capitalism en democracy are not synonymous
You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past
like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass
Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash
unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash
I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return
I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn
and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice
cuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life"

[Trumbot]

here's one:

http://trumbonic.blogspot.com/2005/02/rap-long.html#comments

[Barry]

How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed?
You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill
and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot
I ain't a thug - how much Tupac in you you got?
I ain't no bitch neither - it's either my life
or yo' life and I ain't leavin - I like breathin
Cause nigga we can go round for round
Clip for clip, shit fo'pound for pound
Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can
Just remember that you fuckin with a family man
I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that
when you wanna come and fill these shoes

Dr Dre - The Watcher

[billsterno1]

Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be
Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X (I love these)
Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the SAME sex ( two lines )
I show no love, to homo thugs
Empty out, reloaded and throw more slugs
How you gonna explain fuckin a man?
Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin ya hand
I don't buck with chumps, for those to been to jail
That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps
I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads
Only know how to be ONE WAY, that's the dog
I know how to get down, know how to BITE
Bark very little, but I know HOW TO FIGHT
I know how to chase a cat up in the tree
MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!?

Now that's gangsta!

[Nick Neville]

Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be
Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X (I love these)
Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the SAME sex ( two lines )
I show no love, to homo thugs
Empty out, reloaded and throw more slugs
How you gonna explain fuckin a man?
Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin ya hand
I don't buck with chumps, for those to been to jail
That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps
I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads
Only know how to be ONE WAY, that's the dog
I know how to get down, know how to BITE
Bark very little, but I know HOW TO FIGHT
I know how to chase a cat up in the tree
MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!?

Now that's gangsta!


Oooh, get you, beeeee- have, soldier!

[Ogopa Djz]

Nas-It aint hard to tell

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

Back in the day when Nasty killed anything he touched.

[perella]

and if bitches talk shit
i have to pull tha smack down

[fluke88]

and if bitches talk shit
i have to pull tha smack down


its not a verse but i like it

is it coz am young am black am my hats real low, do i look like a mind reader sir i dunno, i think that class, just a bit by jay z there.

[Ogopa Djz]

Biggie off of "Sky is the Limit"

After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts
On how ta burn the block apart, break it down into section
Drugs by the selection
Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions
Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy
Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dick was missin
To protect my position, my corner, my layer
While we out here, say the hustlas prayer
If the game shakes me or breaks me
I hope it makes me a better man
Take a better stand
Put money in my moms hand
Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when ya heart's in it
And live the phrase Sky's The Limit
Motherfucker... see you chumps on top

[Gunplay]

''What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harassment
The options, get shot, go to jail, or get your ass kicked
The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble"
The snitches, the odds, probation, parole
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole
The cell, the bus, the ride, up North
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts
The fighting, the stabbing, the pulling, the grabbing
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
The two years in a box, revenge, the plots
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
The days, the months, the years, dispair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer''

[Nifty1Pound50]

"A city of angels, suppressed by the presence of devils
Where crooked blessings are at work on various levels
Memorial stands engineered with gangsterous bevels
Create malicious gatherings and disastrous revels
The priest within the chapel clutching a cross
Who caters for all the warm souls, amidst all of the frost
Worshippers of God, but sad due to relatives lost
Often because of enemies, who reside in the mosques
A city of whispers, full of felonious minds
The phoniest guys, get married to the loneliest wives
The perfect place, but full of erroneous signs
Leading thugs to destroy sanctimonious shrines
Where fake rappers battle themselves, they're all clones in disguise
With nothing but emerald stones in their eyes
Drones with no minds, that need to relinquish their wealth
Speak the truth, and try to distinguish themself"

I personally think this is one of the best verses I've ever heard, from a lyrical point-of-view at least. Just to put it into context, the hook for that tune:

"Let me take you on a journey through dangerous places
Where you'll come across, the strangest of faces
Where tension occurs between the ranges of races
And life is an array of pre-arranged disgraces"

And another verse, by the same artist:

"Allow me through the narration, to take myself out of the equation
Be objective, survey the situation
Nature allowed for man, man created machine
Machine destroyed nature, paradox it would seem
Now let's see who's to blame, and who we're currently accusing
But through all of the debating, is it nature or man who's losing
Out on all the worldly riches that we could posess?
"Work in harmony with nature and we should see success"
At least that's what the journalists claim
Within their scripts written on trees that they caused to be slain
OK, man is a predator, and yes - nature gets ravaged
But how about the droughts where Ethiopians got savaged?
The globe is but-a-place, all man did was settle
And too much of this rose-tinting deceives the falling of petals
It was survival of the fittest, and now we're getting accused
By the same ones who helped to destroy that which we're believed to have abused"

Any thoughts?

[Gunplay]

Any thoughts?
Are those verses from the one they call GZA ?

Fucking great.

[Teekay]

Any thoughts?

Genius. Who's verse is it?

From standin on the corners boppin
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
fleein the murder scene, you know me well
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready

You know who he is...

[unoriginal]

By best have to be an eminem one :) :

And if you ask me too
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'd go back to the jewler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad

[Gunplay]

By best have to be an eminem one :) :

And if you ask me too
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'd go back to the jewler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad
I consider that, singing and not rapping. So not quite meant for this thread :innocent:.

[Gunplay]

''What's politics ?
A way to represent the populace ?
A way to find common ground between opposites ?
I'd like to think so, I'd like to play the optimist
But i'm not sure it works, i'm sorry if I state the obvious
But I got deep problems with, trying to be conscious, cause
I don't wanna sound breachy or seem pompous, but
This is a so-called civilised country
And there's people mentally caged and living like monkeys

What's politics ?
Getting raped by the state in each orifice ?
Something most kids don't even bother with
Cause the problem is, who the hell do we vote for ?
When both major parties would've sent us to those wars
To settle their own scores
Of a mad son, from a bad dad, trying to drop bombs over Baghdad
So kids don't want to vote and all they do these days
Is shoot up planes in desert storm computer games
Chasing teenage dreams
But did they know, their's only been a womens vote since 1918 ?
It wasn't seen, as a right in the 1800
It was more a privilege, that these days we squander
But people think there's no hope, so we don't vote
And the noose get's strung round our own throats
Until were hung from our own rope
And playing dumb is no fun when your sprung and it's no joke
I know because I didn't vote myself
Wouldn't support them, I ignored them and told them ''go to hell''
And told myself, that even if I talk they wouldn't listen
But that apathy was actually a form of submission
And because I didn't vote the authority was given
To the current government that set the policy in Britain
So who's the more fool ? (Bush) The fool ? (Blair) The fool that follows him ?
Or (us) that fools foolish following
It's politics''

[Ogopa Djz]

''What's politics ?
A way to represent the populace ?
A way to find common ground between opposites ?
I'd like to think so, I'd like to play the optimist
But i'm not sure it works, i'm sorry if I state the obvious
But I got deep problems with, trying to be conscious, cause
I don't wanna sound breachy or seem pompous, but
This is a so-called civilised country
And there's people mentally caged and living like monkeys

What's politics ?
Getting raped by the state in each orifice ?
Something most kids don't even bother with
Cause the problem is, who the hell do we vote for ?
When both major parties would've sent us to those wars
To settle their own scores
Of a mad son, from a bad dad, trying to drop bombs over Baghdad
So kids don't want to vote and all they do these days
Is shoot up planes in desert storm computer games
Chasing teenage dreams
But did they know, their's only been a womens vote since 1918 ?
It wasn't seen, as a right in the 1800
It was more a privilege, that these days we squander
But people think there's no hope, so we don't vote
And the noose get's strung round our own throats
Until were hung from our own rope
And playing dumb is no fun when your sprung and it's no joke
I know because I didn't vote myself
Wouldn't support them, I ignored them and told them ''go to hell''
And told myself, that even if I talk they wouldn't listen
But that apathy was actually a form of submission
And because I didn't vote the authority was given
To the current government that set the policy in Britain
So who's the more fool ? (Bush) The fool ? (Blair) The fool that follows him ?
Or (us) that fools foolish following
It's politics''


Tight scheme. Not sure but is Mos Def??? :unsure:

[Gunplay]

Tight scheme. Not sure but is Mos Def??? :unsure:
Not Mos Def mate. Some UK rapper called Yungun. You can easily mistake that for a Mos Def job though :wink: .

[Ogopa Djz]

Not Mos Def mate. Some UK rapper called Yungun. You can easily mistake that for a Mos Def job though :wink: .

Yeah that verse is similar to Mos Def's freestyle over jigga's "takeover" song aptly named "the rapeover" . :biggrin:

[simmsm88]

Canibus - "Making a name for ourselves" on Common's One it will All Make Sense

Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin to damage you, spittin understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MCs get biten with venom
>From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in The Source
It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
It's wickeder than Satan worshippers going to Catholic church services
You heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, trash herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40
Put this in your CD-ROM
www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the internet talkin to chicks
That was sweatin me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin mad trash tryin to get 'em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you

Locksmith - Some freestyle on the Wake Up Show, I can't find the lyrics and they're to hard to type out so here's a link to it

Locksmith's verse (Amazing): http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3PUO02HLS7IP40211S3I L6FX5S

I'll put the whole battle up once yousendit stops being stupid.

[Gunplay]

Locksmith - Some freestyle on the Wake Up Show, I can't find the lyrics and they're to hard to type out so here's a link to it

Locksmith's verse (Amazing): http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3PUO02HLS7IP40211S3I L6FX5S

I'll put the whole battle up once yousendit stops being stupid.
Get ready to cry. Cause Locksmith has rapidly changed his style of rapping and is now a commercial whore.

[Lami]

Currently i'm affected by The Game's lyrics in Start from scratch. Shit i'm going through is the reason.


If I could start from scratch, I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandana, same four-fifth
Same G-wagon, same hoodrat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
Same telephone booth, same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt, same address
Same "Dogg Food" album bangin in my tape deck
Homey if I can make '94 today
I'd tell Eazy and Dre to bring back N.W.A.
I woulda told 'Pac not to stomp out Orlando
Told Puffy and Big about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies, fuck a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tear
Seem like we was just in Magic City yesterday
If I could bring back my homeboy Charles, he would say

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain of the past
If I had another chance, I would do just that
I'd give anything just to go right back

[The Game]
Homey if I could rewind the hands of time
I woulda cut off the PS2 at 12:49
Nigga I'm a gangster, I stay on my grind
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot with my own 9
I was two peeps away from a flatline
When you a +Bad Boy+ niggaz don't wanna see you +Shyne+
Dre said it's my turn, he call it Game time
23 inch Lex shinys, bitches call 'em LeBrons
I'd give my own life if I could change God's mine
Bring Baby Loony back at the drop of a dime
He let off a okay, got shot one time
That was a cool nigga, I wish he had nine lives
My brother Devon died cause he chased the cat
It's a dog eat dog world, Jesus please holla back
I got a confession to make, it's called payback
If you don't wanna listen, show me where Pastor Ma$e at

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I woulda told Big Will they raid every Tuesday and Thursday
When pigeons in your coup, you gotta watch where your birds lay
Woulda told V to stay sober
When niggaz "Beg for Mercy," that mean the beef is over
Told Meeks take the Porsche back, drive the Rover
Told Slim hit reverse on that hardtop Nova
I woulda changed a couple of lines when I wrote "Soldier"
So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder
My life is like a Impala, ridin three-wheel motion
I been front to back, side to side
Level my six-four frame out, keep on rollin
Keep your family far away and your enemies closer
Picture this, The Source suckin Benzino's dick
Tryin to be the big fish in the pond, you know how them piranhas get
You dead when that green line go flat
If you could start your life from scratch, you couldn't change that

[simmsm88]

Cormega - Dead Man Walking

This how it went down...

I had to undergo therapy, not surgery
the nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me
dun, I survived
he thought that I died
now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge
once was friends, now that shit's dead
that stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head
so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread
and told Dread, I want the pussy clot shot dead
that nigga started a war fuckin with me yo
hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo
he hit me in the chest
lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh
right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to death
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt
he told me to rest
I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec
in case a muthafucker flex
I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped
and he said parlay son, payback's a bitch
yo, shit is real, I feel better
word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega
the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin'
I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin'
his man started dymin'
said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him
cool, tell my man to drop the kid off
soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin wig off
now that's one down, one nigga to go
just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o
now it's time to get even,
we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin
oh shit, I see him, he gettin out the seven
my man started wetting at the nigga with a mac-11
I specialize in war
now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fuckin four-four
I said "yo son, ya games over"
I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower
he started wettin back
I caught him in his fuckin back
when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed
he just a dead man walking
ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking

[simmsm88]

Cormega - Dead Man Walking II

as death nears you sink deeper
in his reach as you're caressed by the grim reaper
as my heat enters your flesh, you begin to meet up
with the same streets you claimed was yours they remain yours
your blood stains the floor where the candles were lit
your thugs came to mourn but ain't handling shit
your drugs are now my drugs
I can't front your re-up was a little more than mines was
I didn't kill you, greed did
son, you think I only know niggaz in Queensbridge, i'm a made nigga
an outlaw, you can take it to your grave nigga
eternally known my heat blaze niggaz
stuck me for that Q, should've never bucked it
the eleventh commandment, is never fuck me
you hit me in the chest
lucky I was wearing a vest but the impact hurt my fucking flesh
fucked up my avirex and made my neighbors upset
your own gun created your death
look at you now, a reminder of consequences
in the street, but loyalty is nearly non-existant (that's deep)
you should've seen yo man faces when I came to the wake
had the mac with the compressor, under my black leather
bitches crying niggaz eyeing whispering "that's Mega"
tension in the air I pause
ice grills turned to fear
you don't want it
I let them breathe at the same time yes believe "coming here fronting"
you never leave, as I approach your open casket
I'm in your face like "damn I smoked this bastard"
you was a dead man walking
now you a live nigga laying in the coffin.

[Nifty1Pound50]

Just for the record, those verses weren't GZA. Those were mine.

I just thought I'd trick you all into thinking it was someone famous to see how you judged 'em.

Now, consider that those were written by a north London white-boy who's got not a penny to his name. Go figure.

[tom pain]

Just for the record, those verses weren't GZA. Those were mine.

I just thought I'd trick you all into thinking it was someone famous to see how you judged 'em.

Now, consider that those were written by a north London white-boy who's got not a penny to his name. Go figure.

I thought I recognised them. They were awesome.

[Ogopa Djz]

Just for the record, those verses weren't GZA. Those were mine.

I just thought I'd trick you all into thinking it was someone famous to see how you judged 'em.

Now, consider that those were written by a north London white-boy who's got not a penny to his name. Go figure.

You should become a pro Ghost writer. ;)

[Ogopa Djz]

"A city of angels, suppressed by the presence of devils
Where crooked blessings are at work on various levels
Memorial stands engineered with gangsterous bevels
Create malicious gatherings and disastrous revels
The priest within the chapel clutching a cross
Who caters for all the warm souls, amidst all of the frost
Worshippers of God, but sad due to relatives lost
Often because of enemies, who reside in the mosques
A city of whispers, full of felonious minds
The phoniest guys, get married to the loneliest wives
The perfect place, but full of erroneous signs
Leading thugs to destroy sanctimonious shrines
Where fake rappers battle themselves, they're all clones in disguise
With nothing but emerald stones in their eyes
Drones with no minds, that need to relinquish their wealth
Speak the truth, and try to distinguish themself"

I personally think this is one of the best verses I've ever heard, from a lyrical point-of-view at least. Just to put it into context, the hook for that tune:

"Let me take you on a journey through dangerous places
Where you'll come across, the strangest of faces
Where tension occurs between the ranges of races
And life is an array of pre-arranged disgraces"

And another verse, by the same artist:

"Allow me through the narration, to take myself out of the equation
Be objective, survey the situation
Nature allowed for man, man created machine
Machine destroyed nature, paradox it would seem
Now let's see who's to blame, and who we're currently accusing
But through all of the debating, is it nature or man who's losing
Out on all the worldly riches that we could posess?
"Work in harmony with nature and we should see success"
At least that's what the journalists claim
Within their scripts written on trees that they caused to be slain
OK, man is a predator, and yes - nature gets ravaged
But how about the droughts where Ethiopians got savaged?
The globe is but-a-place, all man did was settle
And too much of this rose-tinting deceives the falling of petals
It was survival of the fittest, and now we're getting accused
By the same ones who helped to destroy that which we're believed to have abused"

Any thoughts?

Fuckin Ill. Though today is the first of April
:rolleyes:

[ChelseaDave]

Biggie's verse in Notorious Thugs is amazing. Blew me away when i first heard it.

[Gunplay]

Biggie's verse in Notorious Thugs is amazing. Blew me away when i first heard it.
Same here.

[Gunplay]

Just for the record, those verses weren't GZA. Those were mine.

I just thought I'd trick you all into thinking it was someone famous to see how you judged 'em.

Now, consider that those were written by a north London white-boy who's got not a penny to his name. Go figure.
If this is not an April Fools joke. Then you do have some talent. Or have been doing some homework on The GZA.

[tom pain]

Fuckin Ill. Though today is the first of April
:rolleyes:

Nah man they are defintely his. He sent me them a while ago.

[Nifty1Pound50]

Explain to me Gunplay why you actually think they were GZA verses. Do they ring-a-bell with regards to his style, or do you actually think they're particular verses of his?

Because they're definitely not, unless I've sub-consciously tricked myself into stealing his lyrics as my own, without my knowing.

[Barry]

Those lyrics are amazing, youve got some great lyrical skills.

[Gunplay]

Explain to me Gunplay why you actually think they were GZA verses. Do they ring-a-bell with regards to his style, or do you actually think they're particular verses of his?

Because they're definitely not, unless I've sub-consciously tricked myself into stealing his lyrics as my own, without my knowing.
Jeez, you should be flattered to fooling me up to the point of me being convinced it's GZA's lyrics. I don't see where I have managed to offend you in this thread. You have only seemed to get praise from I, Teekay, Ogopa and barryvs. I never meant no insult, please keep writing.

Why else would I think their GZA's if it wasn't written in a similar style ?

[Kevthedrummer]

"it's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes" - genius. Nelly Furtardo is a poet.

[Nifty1Pound50]

I'm not offended, I was just wondering whether you made the comparison because of the style, or because you thought you particularly recognised it as one of his specific verses.

And, if you must know, I was flattered by the comparison. Though I'll never become a ghost-writer. My lyrics, my delivery - I just couldn't be dealing with someone else getting the credit for it.

[Ogopa Djz]

"it's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes" - genius. Nelly Furtardo is a poet.

?????. This dude needs to layoff the weed. :lol:

[Ogopa Djz]

And, if you must know, I was flattered by the comparison. Though I'll never become a ghost-writer. My lyrics, my delivery - I just couldn't be dealing with someone else getting the credit for it.

How long did it take you to stir up this genius??

[Gunplay]

http://img174.echo.cx/img174/1310/2pac9vw.jpg

Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
To embrace an early death, now there's nothing left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standing, about to go to pieces, screaming peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparking the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Painting a picture of my enemies killing me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the morning, to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come..

[Ryder Style]

I wouldnt call this one of the best rap verses around, far from it but it does sound sweet when game says it in westside story

Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clickin and clackin,
You'll homies will wanna kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,
Prior to rappin I was drug trafficin', and
In the dope spot playin John Madden,
Homie I aint braggin, I took five,
If u wanna die run up on that black 745

[marcrulz]

I h8 rap
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[Gunplay]

I h8 rap
Then quite simply, redirect your pisstaking symptoms out of this thread.

[marcrulz]

will do
________
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[Ogopa Djz]

best line from Juelz Santana- "and im back, like raw cocaine" :lol:

[Nifty1Pound50]

I've been producing hip-hop for about 4 years, and writing lyrics for about 2.

That particular verse was written in abhout 20 minutes, though.

EDIT: Somebody please tell me they've heard Life - "Moviedrome" from his album Everyday Life?

He uses nothing but movie titles throughout, pure genius.

[Gun_Runner]

Snoop and Dre-Nuthin But A 'G' Thang
so many people use the "1,2 3 and to the fo'" in their lyrics..

One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[Cause you know we 'bout 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 nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out nigga's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [Hell yeah]

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a 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 wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas 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

[Level6]

I spit that other shit
That's the nice motherfucker shit
Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money
I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: In My Lifetime, Vol. 1
Song: Imaginary Player

[Gunplay]

http://img95.echo.cx/img95/8422/biggie5sr.jpg

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them? (''no nigga, not you'')
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddah head
The stress is building up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
No you wouldn't understand....
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had something going on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking,
matter of fact, I'm sick of talking...
(BANG!)

[Hunter]

^^^^ Suicidal Thoughts.

Can't believe he felt that bad though to be honest..
Pretty sad in a way.

[Gunplay]

^^^^ Suicidal Thoughts.

Can't believe he felt that bad though to be honest..
Pretty sad in a way.
The guy is a genius, because that was the introduction to ''Life After Death''.

[Gunplay]

http://img44.echo.cx/img44/5540/juju4ad.jpg

Don't be humble, it's better to pull
Believe you eligible, get left like a vegetable
Man it's crazy and there's no escape
It's turned into a police state
The average cat don't even know his fate
Walking round like he hurting something
And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing
Listen to me, it's better to be
Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free
Young niggas out here losing they dads
In the battle of the son of the fags
Every other country burning the flag
Don't let history repeat itself
That's how the devil plans to keep his wealth and feed himself
I'm the New York power hitter
Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
Take his manhood and all his glitter
Got guns ready to bust
"No one's ready to deal with us"

[ChelseaDave]

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 shoot, 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 f**ked with. Muthaf**ka, 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. F**k it.
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the
Benz, f**kin' 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?

[wr50l]

I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born
Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom
Wish you would appear
Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone
I wouldn't be rapping this song
I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion
Ablade, laughing bout the hard time we faced
The galaxy is so enchanting beyond, Galileo's understanding
Past the milky way and all the planets
There's something out there greater
But only god knows, scientist claim we came from apes
But they lies though, that was part of our conversation
I spark one up a star blazing
Thinking of how amazing she was
A angel gave me love
I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real
I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz
But mom you could never be replaced
I'd give my life up
Just to see you one more day
To have...


Nas
Dance

[Ogopa Djz]

http://img44.echo.cx/img44/5540/juju4ad.jpg

Don't be humble, it's better to pull
Believe you eligible, get left like a vegetable
Man it's crazy and there's no escape
It's turned into a police state
The average cat don't even know his fate
Walking round like he hurting something
And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing
Listen to me, it's better to be
Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free
Young niggas out here losing they dads
In the battle of the son of the fags
Every other country burning the flag
Don't let history repeat itself
That's how the devil plans to keep his wealth and feed himself
I'm the New York power hitter
Hit the devil in the fucking shitter
Take his manhood and all his glitter
Got guns ready to bust
"No one's ready to deal with us"

Whatever happened to the beatnuts??? Dope verse by the way.

[Ogopa Djz]

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the fight lay
And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE

[Lami]

Tupac (and Outlawz but i'm only posting Pac's lyrics) - Letter to the president:

Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain't came true

[2Pac]
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America fucked up and blamed us
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
I get ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin life
Fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ??
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?
Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I'm fightin for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
Fuck peace

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

[Lami]

And, if you must know, I was flattered by the comparison. Though I'll never become a ghost-writer. My lyrics, my delivery - I just couldn't be dealing with someone else getting the credit for it.
You might be good in writing poems and some maybe were impressed, but please don't get too hyped up. You bored me. You can never spit true "spirit-touching" lyrics to affect people like myself simply because you have never experienced much shit in your life. It is obvious from your style. Try being black, very poor, or a refugee, only then you can understand what i mean.

[simmsm88]

Two songs from Raekwon's - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx (One of my favorite albums).

Guillotine (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah Deck

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit
Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...
Poisonous

Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

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
then guard you, and bust through like a fullback

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me)

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed

Verbal Intercourse

Verse One: 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

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
Them older niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

Verse Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block

[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
[Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement

[tottenhamfan]

nas "rewind" on stillmatic is the cleverest (if thats a word?) song iv heard, very original. But i gotta say "what goes around" is the deepest song on there

"the chinaman built the railroad
the indians saved the pilgrim,
and in return the pilgrim killed em.
you call it thanksgiving?
i call your holiday hell-day
cos im from poverty
neglected by the wealthy"

[nitchpro]

I'lllll....crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil bre
And again
I'lllll....crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil bre

Nappa's verse from Pow by Lethal Bizzle

or...

You don't wanna bring Armshouse
I'll bring Armshouse to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef and loose some teeth
And again
You don't wanna bring Armshouse
I'll bring Armshouse to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef and loose some teeth.

Demon's verse Pow by Lethal Bizzle

[Gunplay]

I'lllll....crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil bre
And again
I'lllll....crack your skull
Leave you fucked up in a wheelchair
If you try to clash this evil bre

Nappa's verse from Pow by Lethal Bizzle

or...

You don't wanna bring Armshouse
I'll bring Armshouse to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef and loose some teeth
And again
You don't wanna bring Armshouse
I'll bring Armshouse to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef and loose some teeth.

Demon's verse Pow by Lethal Bizzle

:lol:

[Kevthedrummer]

"now this is a story all about how
my life got flipped turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I become the prince of a town called Bel Air"

poetry from a lyrical genious. I love this song

[Gunplay]

http://img38.echo.cx/img38/5610/az6ff.jpg

All alone in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves
Brothers that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence
cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soul-less, filled with coldness
Born to uphold this until I'm left dead from oldness

[Ogopa Djz]

http://img38.echo.cx/img38/5610/az6ff.jpg

All alone in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves
Brothers that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence
cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soul-less, filled with coldness
Born to uphold this until I'm left dead from oldness

He is so fucking underrated. His verse off "The flyest" deserves posting. :rolleyes:

[Ogopa Djz]

Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't scare me
I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy
Dough forever, the live stay low forever
And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together
One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant
No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance

[Dundon's]

you boys like your shit, I wish I could remember all them words together :(

P.S. Suppose thats why I like ROCK.....(OOHHHHo living on a prayer) :cool:

[Ogopa Djz]

Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty


Method Man-The Show

[Level6]

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[methical]

best lyricist of all time bar none
common- i used to love her

Verse One:
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
Verse Two:
Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick
DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
Verse Three:
I might've failed to mention that the shit was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

common is better than all the big rappers out there right now but hes not as camercial as the bgi shit rappers like nelly and chingy and ludacris

eminem - as the world turns

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

I dont know why this world keep turning
Round and Round
But I wish it would stop, and let me off right now

Yes man
As the World Turns
We all experience things in life
Trials and Tribulations
That we all must go through
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience

[Eminem]
I hang with a bunch of hippies
and wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
and light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
They never should've booted me out of reform school
Deformed fool,takin a shit in a warm pool
They threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (Oh my god its you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
Cuz I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave
After that, It was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors
Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead,
He'll never last, the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big Tanny's and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin (RARRRR!)
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

[Chorus]

As the World Turns
These are the days of our lives
These are the things that we must go through
Day by day

[Eminem]
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya"
I'd like to treat ya to a Faygo and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as fuck and I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I aint got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist
So gimme all your money
And don't try nothin funny
Cuz you know your stinkin ass is too fat to try to outrun me
I went to grab my gun
Thats when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors
Started causin a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank god I was smokin crack all day
And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I wanna kill her
But so I gotta catch her first
Ran through Rally's parkin lot and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in
And shot her fuckin porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room
Thats when I seen the bedroom door shut
I know you're in there bitch! I got my gun cocked!
You might as well come out now
She said "Come in, its unlocked!"
I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin gay porn
She said "Come her big boy, lets get acquainted"
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her
I started to beg "No, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I'm hoppin around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den Den Den Den Den Den, Go go gadget dick!
Whipped that shit out, and aint no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted "Now bitch, lets see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death (Ahh!! Ahhh!)
Come here bitch!
Come here!
Take this motherfuckin dick!
Bitch, come here!

[Chorus to fade]

And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
We all face small obstacles and challenges everyday
That we must go through
These are the things that surround us through our atmosphere
Every day
Every single day the world keeps turning

my fave eminem tune, it is brilliant

wiley vs kano, lord of the mic

he has a bunch of verses that im gonna send in later, wiley destroyed kano

bruza vs crazy t

oh dear oh dear, look wot you got urself into, bitch
first line he sez, best line he sez

[robz18]

If you knew my streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
Who snitchin, who told police
Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace
Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it
Cause thugs with no brains got no patience
New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician and flatten composition
A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein
Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains
I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons
The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies
Around mixed, spics, niggaz and giddies
From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink
But don't think we wastin our time
It's a New York State of Mind

[tottenhamfan]

even though you're a gooner methical, i have to agree that common is a brilliant lyricist. 'like water for chocolate' is a great album, bought the new one on friday and it dont sound too bad. but I think jigga sums it up well on Moment Of Clarity:-

"Truthfully i want to rhyme like Common sense
but i did 5 million
I aint been rhyming like common since"

[Los Galactico]

One of my favourites is definatly Eminem's ryhyme in Patiently Waiting on 50 Cent's album, Get Rich Or Die Trying:-

You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Once you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you?
You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers
There's nothin spookier
Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty

Also 50 Cent in Hate It Or Love It:-
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain

[methical]

even though you're a gooner methical, i have to agree that common is a brilliant lyricist. 'like water for chocolate' is a great album, bought the new one on friday and it dont sound too bad. but I think jigga sums it up well on Moment Of Clarity:-

"Truthfully i want to rhyme like Common sense
but i did 5 million
I aint been rhyming like common since"

there aint enough people who appreciate commons genius
theres a couple of relly good tracks on that new album, the 1 from the dave chapelle show is probably the best and the corner is great.

i wonna hear more from people like eazy e and ice cube coz i aint heard much of their stuff

[Gunplay]

Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm going through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rocking each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nothing but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just broke down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, plucking roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watching saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasing I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughing, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbour
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit
Case worker had her running back to face to face
I caught a case, housing tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?

http://img345.imageshack.us/img345/2964/ghost0bz.jpg

[Papa Lazarou]

anything by Goldie Lookin' Chain!!


BIG UP THE NEWPORT MASSIV!!

[Gunplay]

anything by Goldie Lookin' Chain!!


BIG UP THE NEWPORT MASSIV!!
You failed to make me laugh. Try again.

[Papa Lazarou]

You failed to make me laugh. Try again.

erm...YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A PENIS!!

[Gunplay]

erm...YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A PENIS!!
Almost, the attack of the CAPS LOCK button ruined it.

[Papa Lazarou]

Almost, the attack of the CAPS LOCK button ruined it.


That's right, you knows what I'm saying
Your mother's offered me the goods, I'm not paying.
It started as a laugh, as a bit of a joke
Something funny to say when I was having a smoke.
I first heard off this bloke, this fucking rumour going round
Your mother's reputation it's not sound
She's saving up the pennies hoping they'd turn into pounds
To have an operation to swap her gender around.

It's a shock to me and it's a shock to you
Your mother's got a beard, sandals and a penis too
It don't look right see, when she's walking down the street
To see her ball bag jiggin' to the beat of her feet

I said
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right
Your mother's got a penis

In internet rooms and computer mainframes
There's loads of emails but your mother's blue veins.
Not the ones in her legs or the backs of her arms
But the ones in her member hidden in her gown.
She walks around proud, with a short dress on
Which sometimes exposes the tip of her dong.
Often it's dripping, sometimes it's dry
No matter when I see her there's a tear in my eye.
I thought I had to tell you, had to put it in a letter
But I thought fuck that I'd write a song in much better.
The only way to do it, to really let you know
I could prove it because I gave it a blow.
It was purely accidently because she got me really drunk
And she made me kiss her elephant trunk.
You know why? That's right
Your mother got a penis.

Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis, c'mon)
That's right
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)

Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Let's Rock !)
That's right
Your mother's got a penis

When she walks down the street, then she walks like John Wayne
I just seen her pissing standing up again.
Don't make no sense when you see her here and there
She got a cock and balls and real pubic hair.
And a single eye that sometimes weeps
If she lying on the bed then she rubs it on the sheets
Or up against the door or the back of your neck
If your mother's around then you make a double check.
I hate to tell you with all due respect
Take your mother to the doctors because her front bum's wrecked.

You know why?
Your mother's got a penis (C'mon Wembley)

Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis (Put your hands in the air, Wembley)
That's right
Your mother's got a penis (Yes)

Your mother's got a penis (Wembley Arena, I can feel the electricity, C'mon !)
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right
Your mother's got a penis

[Gunplay]

My mother's dead.

[Papa Lazarou]

My mother's dead.


was it complications during her sex change operation??
:lol:

[Gunplay]

was it complications during her sex change operation??
:lol:
Damn! It never worked.

You're good Papa.

[Esir2k4]

Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't scare me
I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy
Dough forever, the live stay low forever
And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together
One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant
No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance

My fav verse next to the one he did on "Life's a bitch"

[Lami]

This is a line off Jadakiss:
Ni***s is like photographers, all they take is headshots.

[Esir2k4]

Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health
As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids
It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms
And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess
Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit
Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living
But like me, most great men became god in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
I was up in Cansaki, *****s started to fight
You touched souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back
It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back
Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact
All the cars and the pretty women, condos,
The clothes and the city living
I seen division, breakdown of the population
It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination
Torn between reality rap and the fakes
Some do it for the salary cap few relate
And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction
So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin'
That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit
It departed the prison system we should argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you
It's beyond trying to enlight you
It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off
And leave in the way that I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga.

[Esir2k4]

Its long but one of the best verses ever.

[gari]

Who's song is that?

[Hansel]

Eminem-just loose it

"yeah boy shake that ass ! oops i mean girl!girl,girl,girl"

not the best,but the funniest =)

[gari]

If we want funny it's Afroman dissing everyone that cracked me up. I was on crack.

[Gunplay]

Who's song is that?
AZ
If we want funny it's Afroman dissing everyone that cracked me up.
I remember that, I was actually ROFLMAO :laugh: .

[gari]

You might be good in writing poems and some maybe were impressed, but please don't get too hyped up. You bored me. You can never spit true "spirit-touching" lyrics to affect people like myself simply because you have never experienced much shit in your life. It is obvious from your style. Try being black, very poor, or a refugee, only then you can understand what i mean.

hey my parents are divorcved, my mom and her friend are violent alcoholists, have a lot of fights, smoke 40 sigarets a day, and will probaly die in a few years (they are 48 or sumthing) and my dad and his girl really can't afford the big house we live in.
have I seen a lot of shit?

[gari]

AZ

I remember that, I was actually ROFLMAO :laugh: .

this next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
and all the whack people who like and buy their whack music

i think you crazy if you like Jay-z
dont change clothes change the cd
Murphy Lee what the hook gonna be
cause you do need a hook and another beat
Jermaine Dupree, you know you wrong
fucked up Chingy's song

Afro-mother fuckin-M-A-N cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
i think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant, irritating bunch of noise
if you dont give a damn gon throw it out
if you dont give a damn gon throw it out
to the window, up against the wall
laugh when the motherfucker falls
these fools cant rap at all

i never buy a tune
from the Neptunes
when they beat come on
i hope it go off soon
Fabolous, whats Fabolous about?
i think he terrible, music unbearable
rippin off Mase with that look on his face (oh man)
i rest my case

Kelis, wow, i hate her so much right now
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
who gave her a record deal, oh my god!
Nas is in the video with Kelis
Jay-z's in the video with Beyonce
both of these rappers are whack
yet people talk smack about 40 Delefante
the music industry is usin the slang
and trying to play it off like they doing their thing

cmon Cameron, oh boy (oh boy), Dipset (Dipset), oh boy
how can you be from a city so black
and bust shitty lyrics thats whick whick whack(get back on Kelis)
oh yeah Kaelis, this is what i want you to do
get on your knees, face me,
i got a milkshake for you and its tasty
just like your album

Puff Daddy, enough already
now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
how can your group be called Da Band
no body plays an instrument man
i dont play B2K
R&B singers B2Gay (you know they broke up over money)
oh yeah, thats too bad, i dont care
i think its good, no doubt
they can stop putting all that bullshit out
like "what a girl want what a girl need
a fuckin job and a brand new hair weave
what a girl want what a girl need
a fuckin job and a brand new hair weave"
a bump bump bump
that is all i wanna do
a bump bump bump
thats my song thats what i wrote down on the peice of paper
a bump bump bump
call up Puff Daddy ask him if he wants to do a verse with me

real pimps get down on the flow
but i dont see a hoe in the video
why is David Banner runnin from the clan
what happened to the bitches man
Cadillac on 22's why is David Banner takin off his shoes
its supposed to be about Cadillacs
not David Banner bringin dead people back
even though its all good
it might get misunderstood
damn skippy, mississippi is the hood
raps im writing up, i cant lighten up
until these whack ass rappers tightin up

Missy Elliot, she looks like Halle Berry, thats scary
her cd aint worth it
put you money in your pocket and reverse it
her cd aint worth it
put you money in your pocket and reverse it

Missy Elliot makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elliot makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elliot makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elliot makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elliot makes a bunch of bullshit

i cant stand her music going in my ear
if you like Missy Elliot get the fuck out of here
i cant stand her music going in my ear
if you like Missy Elliot get the fuck out of here

most rappers are whack just like the people they attract
most rappers are whack just like the people they attract
most rappers are whack just like the people they attract
most rappers are whack just like the people they attract

hey man, hey, look Trina's on tv
oh yeah, ooh she fine
hey homie, Trinas on tv, she cute
not when she rappin, press mute

and now we gonna play a single from the album weaveolution
even with her weave (even with a weave), i cant stand Eve(i cant stand Eve)
even with her weave (even with a weave), i cant stand Eve(i cantstandEve), harmonize
even with her weave, i cant stand Eve
even with her weave, i cant stand Eve

i cant stand Eve
thats what i said
she got a pin head
most peoples head is round
hers go up and down, like a peanut
she could be pretty
if her attitude wasnt so shitty
talkin bout "you tryin to come through the back door"
she aint got no back door
what she talkin smack fo'

male bashin with Mary J
like queen latifa she must be gay
in my radio you gets no play not today
what the fuck happened to MTV
why these whack people get to make a cd

i dont know man look at 50 Cent
he dont move his mouth when he rap man
he be rappin like Mike Tyson or somethin you know what im sayin
he dont move his mouth
(mumbling)
open your mouth
(more mumbling)
ill teach you how to stunt

teach me how to stunt?
they need to let me teach them how to roll a fat blunt
get high get drunk and take it easy
and stop making songs so cheesy
now Manny Fresh is actually fresh
and Juvenille, i like his style
but the worst rapper i ever heard man
is the whack ass mother fuckin Birdman
what about Silk the Shocker?
my name is Silk and ill shock you
ive jus been shocked by Silk the Shocker




seriously download this song it's so fcking funny :laugh:

[Gunplay]

seriously download this song it's so fcking funny :laugh:
Seconded :D .

Arguably one of the funniest rap songs ever.

[Hunter]

Whats the song called ?

[Scarface]

Whats the song called ?

''Whack Rappers'' I think.

[gari]

Oh I just remembered a great verse:
I pledge resistance to the grass
that hides the snakes of America
so they watch it, now I walk with caution
more careful put more thought to options
Is the opposite of progress Congress?

and from the same song:

if more than half the budget goes to military spending
less than half goes to whatever it's defending
One nation, many gods, individuals with liberties
and justice for all who are miserable

[Ronaldinhorule]

If I Can`t by 50 Cent this song is awsome man

[Nick Neville]

This is awesome!


Guns dont kill people rappers do,
Ask any politican and they'll tell you its true,
Its a fact music makes you violent,
Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent,
You don't believe me? Heres my hype,
Offer me the record and i'll show you the type,
Of criminal this rap shit is breedin,
Its a fact that MC Hammer left me bleedin,
Vanilla Ice made my mother say 'Fuck',
If I stuck with UB40 then I woulda been in luck,
But I didn't I got it wrong,
Cypress fucking hill to me to make a fucking bong,
So I started, I bought another tape,
That bad boy vibe made my cock and balls ache,
So remember kids from the head double tap,
Guns don't kill people its just rap!

[Papa Lazarou]

This is awesome!


Guns dont kill people rappers do,
Ask any politican and they'll tell you its true,
Its a fact music makes you violent,
Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent,
You don't believe me? Heres my hype,
Offer me the record and i'll show you the type,
Of criminal this rap shit is breedin,
Its a fact that MC Hammer left me bleedin,
Vanilla Ice made my mother say 'Fuck',
If I stuck with UB40 then I woulda been in luck,
But I didn't I got it wrong,
Cypress fucking hill to me to make a fucking bong,
So I started, I bought another tape,
That bad boy vibe made my cock and balls ache,
So remember kids from the head double tap,
Guns don't kill people its just rap!

Classic song!! and also great live!!

[reece]

Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.
Met this lady in Michigan; I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.
Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.
Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.
Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.
Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma cry when she gets deported

that is an extract from Afroman-Crazy Rap

[reece]

was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic - because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna pay my car A note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)

Another Song by Afroman(cos i got high)

[Rangers_Fureva]

was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic - because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna pay my car A note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)

Another Song by Afroman(cos i got high)

LMAO!! that song is utter pants but funny as hell :laugh:

[reece]

yeh its crap but always cracks me up

[Flipper the Priest]

Alphabet Aerobics by Blackalicious:

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!

Neat stuff.

[Gunplay]

Nice. 2 other rappers (Kool G Rap & Saigon) made a similar concept. Though just sticking to the letter ''P'' throughout the song.

[Gun_Runner]

that song by Blackalicious is very clever....even speeds up towards the end :)

theres one by Masta Ace called Alphabet Soup which is similar te way it goes through the alphabet.

[Level6]

"You platium rappers should put a contract on Bill O Rielly
A black should never be afraid to kill no Nazi" - Papoose

[gari]

This one is the best ever:

I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
(AHHHHHHHH!) Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
(Mmm mm mmm!) And bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!)
That's what I said at my dad's funeral

[Magpie4eva]

was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic - because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna pay my car A note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high (repeat 3X)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)

Another Song by Afroman(cos i got high)

That is a amaxingly crap song yet he comes up with the best verse

[gari]

haha the one about make love to you and eat your pussy and jacking off lol

[Gun_Runner]

My first album had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist
many years on this professional level
why would you question who's better?
the World is still mine, tattoos real
with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
every word is like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
that came to haul y'all ass in
it's for the hood by the corner store
many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war.
get it bloody.

Nas - Got Yourself A Gun, first two lines are brill :D

[Gunplay]

I prefer the last verse on that one Runner. Still great.

[Henry100]

1st verse of NY State of Mind- Nas

[pokey]

this ones from Canibus :D

the can-i-bis brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armour
i smack bitches for tryin to suck dick through a condom!
playin wit the mic is sumthin a wont do...
ma only concern when i approach you,
is to roast you!
i'll smoke you an whoever you standin close to!
an make every man in your crew deny that he knows you!
defeatin, n*ggaz like shigual stevens (??)
puttin emcees in posititons to prevent them from breathin!
i'll make you question any and everything youve ever believed in...
buy peepin ya greatest secrets like psyche readers!
whats the matter with ya'll?
a'l splater ya'll against the mother fuckin wall
with these raw lyrics i catapault
none a ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
i go on an on like eric kabadu (??)
a hundred time nicer than the best is...
twice as arrogant as KRS is...
who wanna test this?
fuck ya'll, you dont impress me n no1 can test me...
an emcee so ill i got aids scared to catch me!
all that shit u poppin gon' stop when i put you in a headlock
n apply pressure til a crush ya mutha fukin noggin!
a grab mics n push n*ggaz to the left so fast
they hearts end up on the right side a theyre chest!
my hypothesis is that nobody can see this... lyrical genius
i got it sewed like a seamstress!
but if u wanna battle am down
if u got nine lives al take eight of em off ya hands right now!
step up n get ya neck cut from ear to ear,
if u survive you can cover your scar with a beard!
am the illest from queens to the new jerusalem bridix!
ne1 who aint fellin ma shit can suck ma didgits
you need to quit it
if u aint spittin
quota at 40 bars per minute cuz u aint at lyrical fitness
kicken borin raps wit metaphors thats wack
all u mutha fuckers need more in tracks
to get ya weight up
fuckin wit canibus u get ate up
beat down an sprayed up just for bringin ma name up!
been rockin longer than n*ggaz twice ma age
back in the days before bob marley was rockin the stage
before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before neandrathols was drawing on walls in caves
i existed
in the garden of eden gettin lifted
stickin dick to Eve, before she was Adam's mistress!!!!!!!!!
before christ created christmas
the canibus'll spit until he spitless!!!

theres more but its late n takin me ages to copy it str8 from the tune 50 bars :D :D :D :D

[ozzie66]

Pharoahe Monch in "Oh No" hands down the sickest Rap Verse you will hear

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, pharoahe’s raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
But go two-ways without skytel pagers
I’m intellectual, pass more essays/ese’s
Than motorcade police parades through east l.a.
More beef then deli’s, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele’
Huh, hallelujah, pharoahe monch’ll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I’m equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
Mc’s just - come on ’round
You’re the next contestants on catch-a-beat-down
Don’t be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It’s evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky’s the limit, game’s infinite when I’m in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I’m in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe’s flows blows shows like afros
We hate y’all though, that’s why nate dogg goes

[Charlie]

Alright stop, calliberate and listen i set back new invention
somehtin grabs a whole of me tightly...

Vanilla Ice... best rapper ever? ;)

[Henry100]

1st Verse from NY State of Mind:

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

[bbjaylive]

Visions occupy my synaptic space
Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it
Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about to scream and shout but don't say shh..
I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength without effort
My, method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness
It's all luminary, despite commentary
Some people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around like calypso
And, murmur to yourself like a schizo
There ain't no bottom on the ???

Ice cool verse by Mos Def.

[Teekay]

Nice. 2 other rappers (Kool G Rap & Saigon) made a similar concept. Though just sticking to the letter ''P'' throughout the song.

Also Papoose made a song called Alphabetical Slaughter. I suggest everyone gets that song, it has some great spitting.

[interADRIANO10]

The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy -Scary Movie

I'm sick of all these sperm cells with syphillis germs
I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns -Any Man

lol- the one and only eminem

[Elhombrebala]

can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize

[Keyser Soze]

seriously hard to choose ONE fav/best rap verse mate. theres just too much. most of Pac's words are great to me. Biggie too. Cube and Snoop got some.
One of the best : 2pac - Dear mama
Verse Three:

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

well wat im listnin to lately have been 2pac - Ghost. yet another Pac realist words that just digs deep into me.

[Tupac - speaking]
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin back what's mine

[slowed down voice]
[laughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... ghosts
Feel me?

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, can't peep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'll be ghost

Dear Mama is a deep song!
I also like Thugz mansion (acoustic) by 2Pac, the 1st verse:
---------------------------------------------------------
A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
But when I held that nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I've survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor
And no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs
We still visualize places
That we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion!

[Henry100]

The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy -Scary Movie

I'm sick of all these sperm cells with syphillis germs
I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns -Any Man

lol- the one and only eminem

Both were shit compared to alot of the verses posted here

[Keyser Soze]

Both were shit compared to alot of the verses posted here
Agreed.

[Henry100]

Eminem has done so many better verses aswell himself :\

[Keyser Soze]

Some of Eminems freestyles were better than that and thats just from the spot!

[Nick Neville]

Just been listening to the College Dropout by Kanye, and forgot how quality Don't Let Me Down was. Absolutely brilliant, think somebody's mentioned this already.

[Hunter]

Just been listening to the College Dropout by Kanye, and forgot how quality Don't Let Me Down was. Absolutely brilliant, think somebody's mentioned this already.

Kanye West is a superb artist, but hey I'm just stating the obvious. :)

His new album is out August 31st I think so I expect all you Hip Hop fans out there to be buying it. ;)
Kanye West - Late Registration

[Gun_Runner]

Personally I dont like his music...exceptions Through The Wire, Diamonds...
I HATE, absolutely HATE It All Falls Down and the Workout Plan :anger:

[Hunter]

Personally I dont like his music...exceptions Through The Wire, Diamonds...
I HATE, absolutely HATE It All Falls Down and the Workout Plan :anger:

:ohmy:

It Falls Down isn't too bad I don't think, quite liked the video for it.

Lets not mention Workout Plan, reminds me of Eminem in recent years...

[interADRIANO10]

Both were shit compared to alot of the verses posted here

i'm not sayin these verses emotionally changed my life and i am now a different person because of them. geez. i jus liked the way it flowed and how it rhymed. god everyone gets so pissy all the time.

anyway, i liked this last piece from sing for the moment. i thought it was good. and there are so many lyrics from so many people that its hard to pick one.

"That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits live on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

[Gunplay]

Father forgive us for living while all my homies stuck in prison
Barely breathing believing that the world is a prison
It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose giving bloom to the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see
Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies never made it home
The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest
Finding peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain coming sudden storms
Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world full of countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show a sign, make us all believe
Cause I ain't mad at cha

http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/9228/tupac1vj.jpg

[Hunter]

Life's a Bitch (Remix) - Nas ft. AZ

First Verse - AZ
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/294/az9ap.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

[Gunplay]

The dream of Huey Newton that's what I'm living through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm giving you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit?
Compton hat? Jheri curl? Dripping on Ronald Reagan's shoes?
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazing Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homie, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defying the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revising my strategy
Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wondering where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this - I'm living for my son
but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece like a catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend, has just begun

http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/2522/19music26ez.jpg

[50!]

Dreams - Verse 3

Couldn't agree more GP, that song is really catching on to me know. As soon as I heard it the first time I knew it would be a big success, especially as it's the first one from The Documentary without 50 cent. I just wish he released the likes of Higher and Put you on the Game.

[Gunplay]

Couldn't agree more GP, that song is really catching on to me know. As soon as I heard it the first time I knew it would be a big success, especially as it's the first one from The Documentary without 50 cent. I just wish he released the likes of Higher and Put you on the Game.
Aye. I think his next single actually is ''Put You On The Game''. Shame about ''Higher'' though.
I like that verse on ''Dreams'', quite emotional and admirable from one labelled a ''gangsta rapper''.

[yusuf eeli]

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is



The whole song is great. My best Tupac song.

[Wolf_Hook]

Marilyn Manson, Holywood, Disposable Teens

A teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waste down.

Not hip hop but I like it.

[Hunter]

Aye. I think his next single actually is ''Put You On The Game''. Shame about ''Higher'' though.
I like that verse on ''Dreams'', quite emotional and admirable from one labelled a ''gangsta rapper''.

Yeah, I've heard he has already shot the video for it or is halfway through it.
Wasn't 'Higher' leaked before The Documentary released though, if so, this is probably why he isn't bringing it out...

[Henry100]

Late Registration is a great album in my opinion, Drive Slow, Touch the Sky, Roses, Hey Mama (although its old its still a great track), Diamonds from Sierra Leone remix with Jigga

It grows on me everytime I listen to it

And yeah Gun, the final verse of the video edit of I Aint Mad Atcha is niiice, I also like 2Pac's 2nd verse off Staring Thru My Rearview:

Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

http://www.staticfiends.com/2pac/2pac-tupac-amaru-shakur-74.jpg

[Level6]

http://www.umass.edu/umhome/images/upload/13624/nas.jpg

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm +Ill+
plus +Matic+, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell
Lyrics :D

[Gunplay]

What it do?
I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk waving
The candy gloss is immaculate, it is simply amazing
Them elbows poking wide on that candy 'Lac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them 4's crawling, you see them screens falling
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm balling
I'm leaning on the switch, sitting crooked in my slab
But I could still catches boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Riding something candy-coated crawling like a caterpillar
I'm tipping on them 4's, I'm jamming on that Screw
I'm looking for them hoes baby, what it do?
Drive Slow

http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/4599/paul1xh.jpg

[Abaddon]

"8 Mile Freestyle Pt.III vs "Papa Doc""

Now everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free world got you gased up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none

This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots
himself in the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through

But i know something about you
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
This guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook
'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook

Fuck the beat, i go acapella
Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me.

[football4life]

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
nigga you mad, i thought that you'd be happy i made it
Im that cat by the bar, toasting to the good light
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back ride
When it dark, Well be pumping in the club, its on
now wit my eyes on my bitch, if she smiles, she gone
if the roof on fire, let that mothafucka burn
if u talken about money homie, i aint concern
imma tell you wat Banks told me cause go ahead switch the style up
if niggas hate, then let em hate n watch the money pile up
or we go upside ur there wit a bottle of bub
you know where we fucking B

50cent - in da club.. legend

[nikos24]

Eminem with 8 Mile

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

This is my life, and these times are so hard
And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus
Teetertotter caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go with my shot, feet fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

[Hunter]

Cuban Link - Flowers for the Dead


Verse 1:
Twin, we've been best friends
Ever since we were little kids
So I sit and remenisce
On all the things we ever did
I remember
All the stupid s--- I can't forget
Hope God forgive us for our sins
and give you the strength to live
Far from sensitive
But I'm shedding tears right now
Cause I'm watching you fight for your life
And I can't help out
Meanwhile, the doctor's shocking your chest,
Checking for breath
I was with you from the stretcher
To the hospital bed
Not believing it yet
Everybody sad and depressed
Counting your blesings, praying and praying
Hoping for the best
Waitin in pec
Your wife duke shaking from stress
Breaking in tears and fear
Cause dog, she love you till death
Next thing you know, the doctor comes out
Just shaking his head
Nothing was said
But I read it in his face full of sweat
You were dead
Just all I saw instead was blood shot red
And I felt a chill throughout my body
That I'll never forget
God Bless You

Verse 2:
Flowers for the dead
At times I hear your voice still in my head
Wishing you were here instead
These precious memories I can't forget
(Unas flores para los muertos)
In my sleep I hear you speaking to me
And feel you reaching to me
Wish I could see you
Though I know you with me spritually
Physically, right here besides me
Is where I need you to be
Keeping me company
And take over this whole industry
Memories, of when we used to be
Too deep in the streets
If there was beef
We had each others backs naturally
If there was need for me to grab the heat
You'd grab it from me
And blast off with no remorse
Just as long as its me
Young indeed
We sat and chat
On the block puffing trees
Guzzeling Hennesey
Playing knucles til one of us bleed
You used to eat Rocks
And read encyclopedias to me
You was a geneous
Even though you had no college degree
We were homies
But you will always be a brother to me
So close
We always gave each other kiss on the cheek
Big P, your legacy will always live on the street
And best believe
I'm a be there for your wife and 3 seeds
Rest In Peace.

Verse 3:
Yeah,This is dedicated to the ones who never made it
I hated the fact you faded away
You were the greatest
So I say this prayer to pay my respects
I'll never forget you cause you special
I'll catch you in my heart
May God bless you
Rest in peace to my peoples
Who passed away (passed away)
Best believe I'ma keep you alive
Always (always)
Till the day we meet again
Face to face with a grin
In hell or heaven
You my twin to the end
And I'ma miss you

http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6362/cubanlink9iv.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

[benejechi]

This is a verse that really got me hooked on history, i checked out every historical reference in this verse very interesting stuff.... from 1996 i think, from my fav lyricist of all time the underrated and under appreciated Ras Kass name of the song... 'Nature of the Threat'

Go to this page to listen to this amazing song!

http://www.chsmith.com/music/ras/sounds.htm

[ajc69]

bitch please, you must have a mental disease, assume the position, get back down on your knees!!

not the best ever, but i fuckin love that line from xzibit!!!

[Charlie]

Vanilla Ice (possibly the best rapper ever) is excellent...

Yo VIP let's kick it

Ice ice baby (x2)
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

CHORUS
Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

REPEAT CHORUS

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it

Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold (x2)
Ice ice baby

I know what you're thinkin... how good is Ice? He is pretty damn good :rolleyes:

[robz18]

I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.

First verse from the greatest rap tune ever written.

[Esir2k4]

http://www.umass.edu/umhome/images/upload/13624/nas.jpg


Lyrics :D


TOP FIVE FOR ME

NAS>>>>>>Other Mc's

[Ziss]

The first track off the new Bloodhound Gang album:

"Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records, well me too, so fuck Will Smith"

"That don't ryhm"

"Drats"

[Eric Clyde]

I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.

First verse from the greatest rap tune ever written.

Oh how I love changes. :wub:

[best_at_pes]

Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being
So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold,
I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe,
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
Until the day I die, I promise to be wise
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died to the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies
We can...

[Eminem]
Only learn to take, our anger and our hate
Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight
Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes
For we said it, regret it later, and let it escalate
Cause by then its just too late, theres only so much we can take
Theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate
To the point that he just breaks, snaps and thats all it takes
You'd think that we was learning from other rappers mistakes
But we aint
Its plain to go against, with every artists, comes the image he portrays
And a picture that he paints
But in the midst of all this anger and this angst
Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints
But I know, that I will always continue to grow,
As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow
There will never be another me
And that I can guarantee
Thats why the fuck I remain sucker free to this day
The game will never be the same
No matter how much fame or success they attain
There will never be another me
And no matter what they do
There will never be another you
You can search but you'll never find
You can try to rewind time
But in your hearts and your minds
We will never die
We are forever alive
And we continue growing....

[2pac]
One day at a time

Quality verses from my two favourite rappers
One Day At A Time-2 Pac & Eminem

[Akineye]

First verse from the greatest rap tune ever written.

You've definitely been sniffing paint chips if you believe that.

[50!]

Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

[Charlie]

Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

My favourite Rap song there, fuckin brilliant !

[biker_jim_uk]

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin
Watchin X-Files with no lights on,
Were dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Mans in this one
Like Harrison Ford Im getting Frantic
Like Sting Im Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa I make mad films
Okay I dont make films
But if I did theyd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons arent always flying off the backswing

[Cali]

1,2,3 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 we bout had to rip shit up)
gimme the microphone first so i can burst like a bubble
compten and long beach together now you know youre in trouble
an't nothin but a g thang baaaby
2 loc'ed out g's going crazy
death row is the label that paaays me
unfadeable so please dont try to fade this(hell yeah)

snoop dogg and dr.dre(nothing but a g thang):)

[nikos24]

nothing but a g thang.. Classic forever..

[Jonny2J]

This is a verse that really got me hooked on history, i checked out every historical reference in this verse very interesting stuff.... from 1996 i think, from my fav lyricist of all time the underrated and under appreciated Ras Kass name of the song... 'Nature of the Threat'

Go to this page to listen to this amazing song!

http://www.chsmith.com/music/ras/sounds.htmand let us truly understand the nature of the threat.... one of the greatest albums ever by the way

[Level6]

'my squad dont drink pepsi they just sell coke' - Young Jeezy

[Irish PES]

I think Kanye West verse in The Siamonds from sierra leone remix{featuring Jay-Z{ is class

pretty much anything that comes from Kanye and Nas

I also love all the verses in Fat Joe's diss song called Fuck 50 Cent because he's telling the truth about that fake

[Jonny2J]

Kanye's lyrics are terrible.... almost as bad as his oversampled beats

[benejechi]

At last someone who appreciates true quality y'all really should try and check home boy out cheers mate! talking to you - Jonny2J

[Abaddon]

The first track off the new Bloodhound Gang album:

"Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records, well me too, so fuck Will Smith"

"That don't ryhm"

"Drats"

What song is it though, can't remember?

Loving the sig btw...LLLEEEEEERRROOOYYY JENKINS

[Level6]

This is some pretty deep lyrics by Joe Budden!!!

My name's Sally an I'm from Queens, I'm not happy/
Dad passed away, moms remarried/
Got a big bro, but he's in jail,/
Mom said for some things that he used to sell/
An I'm always with step-dad, his name's Bo/
An it's some things about him that my mom don't know/
An he says if I tell that it won't be pretty/
An I'm really scared of him, he's already hit me/
Touched me places, I don't like it/
An I ain't talkin bout a hug or good-bye kiss/
I mean touched me places that's private/
An he don't just touch, he puts somethin' inside it/
He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it/
Hand over my mouth, so I'm quiet/
Mom's always with him cuz our money is low/
I'm 16 but I'm shaped like a 20 year old/
And my mom's in love, so she makes excuses/
But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises/
Why stepdaddy gotta take me through this?/
Help somebody, I'm gettin' raped I can't do this/
Nobody understands, I'm weary,/
Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me/
Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion/
All the while moanin an pushin'/
You try to push him, he's gettin' bothered/
You yell and scream, but he starts goin' harder/
Trust me, it's somethin you don't wanna be a part of/
Cuz even when it's over, your whole life it'll scar ya/
Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad/
Starin' hard at my stomach, he can tell I'm fat/
He can tell I'm mad, but stepdaddy touched me, ****ed me/
You think I can tell him that?/
Bo called the cops on him, can I tell him that? (nope)/
Yep, thought you'd agree, so I keep it all to me/
Baby on the way an I'm not workin/
And I know it's his cuz I used to be a virgin(whoa)/
Derek says he'll handle it, wipe my tears/
He don't know, this is what it's like for years/
An it falls on deaf ears, damn mommy, please come home,/
Please mommy don't leave us alone/
Some secrets are hard to keep/
Some secrets make it hard to sleep/
An sleep is the only time I feel safe/
Still, the act haunts me/
An I know I'ma wake up with stepdaddy on me/

[Alcoholic]

Thas goota be

Some say no to drugs
And take a stand
But after the show
They go looking for the dope man


Classic:laugh:

[Gun_Runner]

Originally Posted by vanNistelrooy
The first track off the new Bloodhound Gang album:

"Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records, well me too, so fuck Will Smith"

"That don't ryhm"

"Drats"

its actually, Will smith dont gota cuss in his rap to sell records, well i do..so fuck him and fuck you too...which does rhyme mate :)

also one of the gretest verses ever has to be Nas' We Will Survive....you guys gota have a listen, sort of a dedication to big and pac. great stuff;)

[Barry]

Nas' Rewind was class, or that's what I believe its called.

[nikos24]

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta 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 the fools, you know the rules

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...

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped

I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

2PAC - Hit Em Up.. i love that song.. Brilliante'

[Cali]

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta 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 the fools, you know the rules

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...

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped

I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

2PAC - Hit Em Up.. i love that song.. Brilliante'
that is a brilliant rap:cool:

[Alcoholic]

Or Jadakiss

Since when has it been cool to get shot
And not shoot back

[ps2gtavc]

Originally Posted by vanNistelrooy
The first track off the new Bloodhound Gang album:

"Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records, well me too, so fuck Will Smith"

"That don't ryhm"

"Drats"

its actually, Will smith dont gota cuss in his rap to sell records, well i do..so fuck him and fuck you too...which does rhyme mate :)

also one of the gretest verses ever has to be Nas' We Will Survive....you guys gota have a listen, sort of a dedication to big and pac. great stuff;)

He talking about the bloodhound gang. not eminem

[Hunter]

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 AND1'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

- The Game's verse from the song 'The Whole City Behind Us' with Kanye West and Ludacris.

[ODOGG25]

check one check two, you know what to do
primo, cold crush when i give it to you
friend or foe yo, state your biz
ya tend to dough, ah , there it is
me, i run the show, oh, and these kids
don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit
you enterprisin though,
and i like it
but fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya,
look, its out of my hands
and you gettin money round here, its not in the plans
so hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas
i'm sendin niggas back up in campuses
chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses
let me guess, they said it was money round here
and the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct?
sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel
i'll take care of that , you'll see, now please
give me the room key
you're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous
my crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous
so would ya, please put your hand back in sight
they don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?
you draw, better be picasso, y'know the best
cause if this is not so, ah, god bless
you leave me no choice, i leave you no voice
believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
now calm your boys,
cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
get the point, i'll let ya go,
before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys
and promise you never, no matter the weather
evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo'

---------------------------------------------------------

Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
Notice, the child swift like a Lotus
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero on da red eye
Yet I, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
and the only time you love em is when your dick hard

Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z
Yeah baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz know

Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot

[Thierry14]

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho

Or possibly

Yep!
I got it from here 'ye damn!
The chain remians, the gang 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

[Cali]

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta 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 the fools, you know the rules

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...

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped

I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

2PAC - Hit Em Up.. i love that song.. Brilliante'
did you know that tupac got shot before he ever made that rap as it says in lyrics and he took out his anger on Nutorious big because apparently he was the one who shot him.ya'll now the rap get money from Nutorious i reckon tupac put the 'take money'at the start of the song because of that rap from nutorious Big.

[ODOGG25]

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga

-----------------------------------------------------------

As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die

As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks
A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road
I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold
I want it all from the Rolexes
to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck
Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep
Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet
The infrared's at your head real steady
You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready

I'm ready to die!
(Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet)
(We gonna make you suffer)

In a sec I throw the tec to your fuckin neck
Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck
Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin
You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin
When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
You swung a left you swung a right you feel to the concrete
Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin
I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
after the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split
down your backbone to where your motherfuckin shit drip
The shit I kick, rip it through the vest
Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die!

[dazmister]

wake up in the morning and i ask myself,is life worth livin should i blast myself.

guess who!

[iane2782]

2pac

[Estill]

Jay-Z, every verse on Politics As Usual is sick. Fuckin love that track, and to be honest the whole of Reasonable Doubt is dope from start to finish.

[Ziss]

Jimmy Pop: Eminem has to cuss to sell records, well me too, so fuck Will Smith.

DJ Q-Ball: That don't rhyme.

Jimmy Pop: Drats!

[dazmister]

jimmy WHO

[Adams1104]

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
said Curtis Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese steak, that's what I told the cops
So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot
Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the block
So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get lonely on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
You sell records but a GGG-u not!
Acting big on the radio, to me you not
You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop
Run up on that new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you black out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot
I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap
Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go
Drop them off, then the sound like Esko
I'm a say if me and Dre talk
All Nas said back was he had a
Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go right back, nigga I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge
Now your career is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, that's the phony NORE
You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that shit off , go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm airing their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy soldier
On Sesame street doing voice overs
Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my name muthafuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you want it
I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his
Cuz Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes
So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes
Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them CD's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only feel your shit just a lil bit
Niggaz only feel your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, never wear air max for the
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then then fuck you on Rikers
And Life Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New York cab
I miss the Old King that New York had
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got?
We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what happened to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad when The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head back to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted
Pull the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can drive down criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay
Cuz I'm a cold nigga when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game
Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they call
Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C.
Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50
Now tell me do he got a conscience?
I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, like Samantha Ronson
50 whispered in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like vomit
And I still shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, Impala liftin'
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid before the d-cup
Continuously getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so muthafucka move back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss ya'll, can I get a hand clap?
Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47
This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David cuz you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucka I'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow
Then he made you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to swallow
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my nigga Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacks
Picture that, I thought we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find
I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop
Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops
And Olivia, I mean for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I just beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reebocks
I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots
280 in, ain't no getting me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever muthafucka, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever muthafucka, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace
You don't want war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)
Let 'em rest in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I climb the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone



"Dj Skee, NuJersyDevil - The Game raps 300 bars n running, 50 Cent Diss.

15 minutes solid diss of 50 cent and G-unit (300 bars).. Aint the best but impressive nonetheless.

[Adams1104]

I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up
Ain’t that a slut (hell yea) she even take it in the butt
Fuck for bout a hour, now she want a golden shower
You didn’t know that we be pissin on hoes, bitch (beotch)
Luke and biggie straight shittin on hoes, bitch (beotch)
Lick your toes, bitch? (beotch) fuck no, you must be crazy
Squirt in your face and then I’m swayze (bitch)


Notorious BIG - Big booty hoes. classic lines in this

[alkemy007]

Yo....This is how I represent/i rock the mic 110 percent its intimite/i keep the party moving like an immagrant/Binary Star,superstar its no coincidence/every verse is intricate,this aint no circus in a tent/we dont get down like them clowns and the kids/im used of being indegent,who said its all about the benjamins/i wanna fortune, i wanna make music and hit the lottery/fortunately my music is never watery,thats hows it gotta be as far as i can see/maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view its like astronomy/it aint all about economy,so the fact that all these wack emcees is making g's dont bother me/honestly,my number one policy is quality,never sell my soul is my philosophy/high velocity,lyrics like nastradamus making prophecy/i told you cats a long time ago there aint no stopping me/ill bomb ya set thats not a threat its a promise/got everybody riding on my wagon like the amish/but still i never claim to be a big rap star cause no matter who you are,its still Allah who act god/Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this/I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this/
See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullsh*t,walk,While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics/Whoever's on the microphone let it be known
You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler/You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this,And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this......

Pure class lyrics from Binary Star....the track is called Reality check if anyone wants to check it out......REAL Hip-Hop!!!