Defsounds

lol… j cole beautiful bliss

eminem’s verse in hell bound

Yo.. I’ll fuckin.. I’ll..
I’ll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I’m too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you ‘em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I’ll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you’ll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I no fuckin Gee, I’m a cannibal
I ain’t tryin to shoot you,
I’m tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
Fuck the planet, til spins on a broken axis
I’m so bananas I’m showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh roll you and smoke the ashes

theres too many though like i can say nas in shoot em up, biggie gimmie the loot or that infamous freestyle that we all know (i got 7 mack elevens…), eminems verse in soldier, criminal, or shit on you, etc..theres just too many good verses its impossible to pick just one

there really are too many to think of, but right now i’m listening to banks flight school and i have to say wow, so here it is

high as i lift off, mr. i’m so fly
flyin’ in the spur nickel nine close by
triple fat gucci icicles hangin’ off my
neck, wrist, fingers like a fuckin’ eskimo ma
you know i get the puss where they say “aloha”
don’t i, flow like the shit that get the boat by
we don’t get along with these niggas and ya know why
just a bandana, no scarf, no bow tie
d-boy college boy, no difference
out here strays ‘ll erase existence
lil’ niggas is taught to mind they business
meaning only the pastor ‘ll find the witness
the lord ’ll work it out spiritual fitness
and this is the germ flow, lyrical sickness
limited interest
if you ain’t talking money scram,
a hundred grand ‘ll bring death like the son of sam
blam, big kaboom out the four double
you bleedin’ eternal it ain’t a small puddle
when your swag shoot through the roof, the mall rush you
the more miles to get to it the more hustle
v-12 on roids, all muscle
had the hammer handed back in small shuffle
i’m so jupiter, i should build my own throne
can’t grab my swag, my swag out the o-zone
every now and then i grab out the old phone
get a little throwback dome in so and so’s home
i got it all sewn, feel like a new jack
dressed like a jacker, everything to the shoes black
i got the new kite, wish i could send the news back
but words go so far and they know how to use that
move back, my niggas in here with a few straps
and new lacs, pushin’ two hundred and twenty two stacks

…damn! as good as kanye’s was, banks ripped it

eminem’s verse in “forgot about dre”. definitely one of the best verses ever.

malice’s verse on Im not you

Both of Em’s verses in Renegade immediately pop into my mind, along with Joell opening up Slaughterhouse.

Lupe Fiasco’s Jedi Mind Tricks is one I can still listen to and catch new metaphors

big l had the nastiest verse here on bring em back that ishh is too illll


When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I’m quick to buck a duck and I don’t give a fuck about 5-0
A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot
G’s was clocked fat knots was in the socks
and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
Cause I choose to use a gun don’t mean that I can’t fight
Cause we put the guns down and go one round
wit the hands but man I ain’t the one, you’ll get done clown
I can inverse my style, cause I’m versitile
Quick to burst a child I’m livin worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell whos next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You’ll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack
I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat

Jay-z’s Blueprint 2(Nas Diss) second verse:

Can’t y’all, see that he’s fake, the rap version of TD jakes
Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes
Won’t break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes
And this is with whom you want to place your faith?
I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine
When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
Donating proceeds off every ticket sold
When I was out on the road, that’s how you judge Hov, no?
Ain’t I supposed to be absorbed myself?
Every time there’s a tragedy, I’m the first one to help
They call me this misogynist, but they don’t call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects
These dudes is all politics, depositing checks
they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip
And y’all buy the shit, caught up in the hype
Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don’t mean that he bright
Cause you don’t understand him, it don’t mean that he nice
It just means you don’t understand all the bullshit that he write
Is it “Oochie Wally Wally” or is it “One Mic”?
Is it “Black Girl Lost” or shorty owe you for ice?
I’ve been real all my life, they confuse it with deceit
Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat
But I will not lose, for even in defeat
There’s a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me
When the grass is cut, the snakes will show
I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though
Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes
And I’ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa
I’m back before you had a chance to miss me
My mama can’t save you this time, niggas is history
Who you know flow vicious as me?
Yet so religiously, that’s why they call me Hov
I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga)
You’re an actor, you’re not who you’re depicted to be
The street dreamin, all y’all niggas living through me
I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee
I’m a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
I’m Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea
And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me
What’s the problem B? You not as hard as me
Nigga hard as we, nigga R O C, nigga
That’s why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, nigga
I won’t rest till you on one knee
You want war then it’s war’s gonna be, nigga
Until you on one knee, you want war then it’s war’s gonna be, nigga

lloyd banks went off on rick ross in officer down

Too easy, man can’t a motherfucker round you see me
You’d need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I’m in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I’m sane I won’t be took for games
I can guarantee when it’s over you won’t look the same
Drownin’ in shame, callin’ my name’s like callin’ Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain’t a obstacle it’s comical
The shades you wear been blindin’ you
Everyone knows what I’ma do
Everyone knows I’m lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego’s I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain’t nothin’ new, I’ll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin’ you, flatline
Doctor pumpin’ you, the blind could see the punk in you
Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin’, we’ll be even
Even thru coppin’ and pleading
He been talkin’ bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car ‘round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it’s official if I flaunt it
If ya diamond really real then put the diamond tester on it
He don’t want it
I’ll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop ‘em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you’ll be cool, you’ll be thru
He makin’ money? Well we makin’ money too, whoopee doo
We’ll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery…son is the truth
Come get me, I’m in the coupe
4-fizzy, I’m in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don’t want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it’s too LATE
There’s no stoppin’ till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, dickin ya hoes is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway “Ricky Ross” copy, and the real one’s comin’ home
Peace to him, fuck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I’m gone
I’m too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I’m like B.I.G., Pac, L reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I’m kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin’, poppin’ bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
‘Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I’m in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck f-fuckem’ ALL
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em’ up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child’s play
L-l-lyrical battery ya’ll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the ‘80s
40’s, 50’s blick’ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we’re like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin’ garment
Getcha versace pirhanna’d, mangled, and left retarded
I’m on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that makes you a special target
In this market they let impersonators walk ’round
50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down

“Big l be lightin’ niggas like incense
Gettin’ men lynched to win tits
I’m killin’ infants for ten cents
Cause I’m a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don’t even speak english
I’m makin’ ducks she’d much tears
I buck queers
I don’t have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
I’m grabbin’ brews takin’ fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you you’re gonna get scared next
And if ya squad flex
I’m lettin’ off like bernard getts
A tech nine is my utensil
Fillin’ niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I’m known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from new york to canada
Cause big l be fuckin’ with more keys than a janitor”

Big L from the tracc “Da Graveyard”

The first verse by Em in “Marshall Mathers”

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with it’s head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won’t quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot ‘Pac in
Lookin for Big’s killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don’t see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and ‘Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off ’em
and get dollars that shoulda been there’s like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist’ poppin and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (“God damnit!”)
I’m anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N’Sync, don’t get me started
These fuckin brats can’t sing and Britney’s garbage
What’s this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol’ fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can’t wait ‘til I catch all you faggots in public
I’ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don’t like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, “I don’t care, just bite me” (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves “Clowns” cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y’all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don’t wrestle, I’ll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask ‘em about the club they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y’all runnin your mouth again
when you ain’t seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don’t need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
“Slim Anus,” you damn right, Slim Anus
I don’t get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Reality Check by Binary Star


This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent

It’s intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant

Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence

Every verse is intricate, this ain’t a circus in a tent

We don’t get down like them clowns and the kids

I’m use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin’s?

I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

Fortunately my music is never watery

That’s how its gotta be, as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy

It aint all about economy

so the fact that these wack emcees is making G’s don’t bother me

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

never sell my soul is my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy

I told you cats a long time a go it ain’t no stoppin’ me

I bomb your set that’s not a threat its a promise

Got everybody ridin’ on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

So 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 bullshit 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

Chino XL – Sickology 101

Everybody start locking your windows and doors
Chino might get in
It’s like lightning and hounds striking a trifling riflemen
Bullets flying up and I’m numb in the bum, Like it’s Vicodin
So much metal in his spine
He could get rich from the recycling
Chino be curdling blood
Don’t get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction
Like when the branch is heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, Industry hate me
Yo, I’d rather hear Hannah Montana
Than half of you rappers on the radio
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, That’s God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man with a sick delivery
Like I drive a coroner van
I’m demented, Spitting rhythm’s as sick as I can
Grenade gripping, Fitting to detonate Disneyland
I am teaching Sickology
Try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown’s fist in the face of Rihanna

wtf no biggie, you niggas is nuts!


[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC’s freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and
realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You’re shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain’t sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin promos
Break both your legs you’re movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo’
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo’

eminem – run rabbit run, dead wrong
jay-z – public service annoucement
andre 3000 – da art of storytellin part 4
lupe fiasco – hurt me soul

just to name a few

tony yayo

the rhymes u spit can embarrass the city
Well my game bag names like paris and nikki
Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack
You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast little girls get
Pregnant throw they baby in the trash
China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke
That got whitney in the re-hab
Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird
Be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot looking like a soul train
line
Fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money man nigga serve ur projects
Hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow

Eminem – Spend Some Time

this should be a no lil wayne lyrics blog

So I’m watchin’ her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That’s the shape of things to come
She said, Why you in the club, you don’t make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm
I’m like, Why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord-
Umbilical attached to a place that can’t afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
If I ain’t got nothin’ good, say nathing
That’s why I don’t talk much
I swear it don’t cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don’t get nervous it’s
Step yo game up time, These ain’t them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin’ in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Expoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin’ GO 3000!
I’m in my whatever bumpin’ NWA
A 100 miles and
Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done in
I’m in
A swell mood
or rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she’ll be back, she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her to
I said, Call me when ya’ll break up
I don’t fuck nobody bitch
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin’ to live
Like a Nigga supposed to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started off starvin’
Now they got me out here Brett Farve’n
Trynna see if I still got it… (got it…)
I guess it’s like a fight think about it…

(Andre 3000 i just picked this one but I could’ve included his verses on elevators, aquemini, art of storytellin pt. 1, Walk it out Remix or What a job (devin the dude) )

Eminem’s verse on dead wrong, renegade, The way I am

Biggie Juicy

Nas’ Street Dream Remix, One Mic, or If I ruled the world

Tupac- changes, pain, ain’t mad at cha

Wayne- Grown Man, Amillie, some of his mixtape shit…can’t think of names right now.

Jay Z “What more Can I say” “Dead Presidents” “Dynasty Intro” “Hovi Baby”

J. Cole "Light’s Please

Kanye- Run this Town, All Falls Down, Through the wire, Jesus Walks

Lupe “Stead Mobbn” “Theme Music to a Drive By” “Daydreamin”

Lauryn Hill- Lost One, Ready or Not, War in the Mind

TI- I’m Serious, Just Doin My Job

Sorry it was too hard for me to limit it to just one.. but I felt that all the songs i named had verses in it that were equally incredible and I couldn’t just pick one. I kinda look at these ones I named as songs that had verses in them that were pretty much flawless. In my book they are all 10’s. But its in one of these here. Hope the length of this doesn’t get me trashed… i was tryin to give the realest answer possible.

by the way in my last post i was talkin bout wayne’s grown man off the “light’s out” album… not the one with him and Currency.

Eminem
Sing For The Moment

[Verse 3]

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i’ll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin’ pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit’s cool
Not knowin’ we really just protectin’ ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit’s affectin’ our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It’s fucked up ain’t it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin’thing that we wanted
That’s why we sing for these kids, who don’t have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin’ rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin’ they’d die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We’re nothin’ to you but we’re the fuckin’ shit in they eyes
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…

Jay-Z Verse on Kanye’s “Never Let Me Down”

Yo, yo first I snatched the street then I snatched the charts,
First had they ear now I hav they’re heart,
Rappers came and went,
I’ve been hear from the start,
Seen them put it together
Watch them take it apart,
See the Rovers roll up wit ribbons
I’ve seen them re-poed, re-sold and re-driven
So when I reload, he holds #1 position
When u hot I’m hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzelin
It’s plain to see
Nigga’s can’t f*** wit me
Cuz ima be that nigga fo life
This is not an image
This is God given
This is hard liven
Mixed wit crystal sipping
It’s the most consistent
Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I’m home on these charts, y’all niggaz visitin
It’s Hov tradition, Jeff Gordan of rap
I’m back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy


Who else you know been hot this long,
(Oh Ya, you know we ain’t finished)
Started from nothing but he got this strong,
(The ROC is in the building)
Built the ROC from a pebble, pedalled rock before I met you,
Pedalled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special,
Let you tell that man I’m falling,
Well somebody must’ve caught him,
Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan ‘em,
Number one albums, what I got like four of dem,
More of dem on the way,
The Eight Wonder on the way,
Clear the way, I’m here to stay,
Y’all can save the chitter chat, this and that, this and Jay,
Dissin’ Jay ‘ill get you mased,
When I start spitting them lyrics, niggas get very religious,
Six Hail Maries, please Father forgive us,
Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y’all niggas,
The way y’all all follow Jigga,
Hov’s a living legend and I tell you why,
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov still alive.

That was the first verse to come to mind…

i lock a strip and chop a brick like i’m mister miagi, but this ain’t karate
i’m a cannon man, holdin’ the hammer man, for the loot nigga? shoot niggas like a camera man.
and i do crimes for the bread like crutons, wit two nines i be layin’ clowns down like futons.
poppin’ the metal you niggas is not on my level, i’m lockin’ the ghetto man i’m hot like a pot in the kettle.

Cass is coo..but those were a bunch of overused/mediocre punchlines..especially that ‘shoot a nigga like a camera man’ shit

Eminenm Till i Collapse: Verse #3:]

Soon as a verse starts I eat it at Mcs heart
what is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
Ill probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But Ill never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
Thats why Im clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like Im an addict
I rap like Im addicted to smack like Im Kim Mathers.
But I dont want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack Im launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I dont really think that the fact that Im Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.

(Eminem) Drop The World
It hurts, but I never show this pain you’ll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I’ve become, my back’s against the wall
When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream “F*ck ‘em all”

Man, it feels like these walls are closing in
This roof is caving in, up its time to razor-thin
Your days are numbered like pagers and
My book of rhymes, got ‘em cookin’, boy
This crooked mind of mine got ‘em all
Shook and scared to look in my eyes
I stole that f*ckin’ clock
I took the time and I
Came up from behind
And pretty much snuck up
And butt-f*cked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
F*ck this fame, that ain’t what
I came to claim but the game
Ain’t gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I’ma make these f*ckin’ haters believe that
I swear to God, won’t spare the rod
I’m a man of my word, so your f*ckin’ heads better nod
Or I’ma f*ck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head’ll lie
Permanently, bitch, it’s beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal
I’m unstoppable, incredible
Hope you’re trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast your f*ckin’ head’ll spin, dog
I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives
I’ll f*ckin’

BIGGIE i got a story to tell



Who y’all talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
in other niggaz cribs
thinkin shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don’t get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I’m fuckin witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Y’all drive in front, I’m a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Television’s, Versacci heaven, when I’m up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit’s legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She’s stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
I’m in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, sayin i’m smokin on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, honey I’m home
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I’m up in his broad I know he won’t like this
Now I’m like bitch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, “Honey bring me up somethin to drink!”
He go back downstairs more time to think
Her brain racin, she’s tellin me to stay patient
She don’t know I’m, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don’t wanna blast her man
But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe
Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, “Don’t blast here’s the stash,
a hundred cash just don’t shoot my ass, please!”
Nigga pullin mad G’s out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh…

Who forgot about Banks Victory….Not I


I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle’s is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho’s home from college wanna fuck us
I ain’t here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I’ll sick rottweiler’s on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I’ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain’t a star, nigga plad ain’t bulbary
You can’t tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I’m playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I’ll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I’m blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I’m in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I’m the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning’s a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I’m the young pimp pardon my age
I don’t got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take ‘em wit us, and run a train on ’em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa’
i go the college on the tour
I’m goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera’s by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon’ have to murder me
Burglary, I’m leavin wit cha nike’s bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin’ gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain’t rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I’m a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain’t gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it’s a damn shame y’all still local
I’m in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga

theres only one here that kills all of yours – inspectah deck on triumph!!!

The Omen"

[Barking]
(You, right here shorty, told you, I got you
Like the way I scooped you, when those fagget niggaz shot you?
I’ma hold you down, and I mean that, for real)
But everytime you beef with a nigga, I end up havin’ to kill
(Ain’t like that, and hey, forget about them 2 kids
‘Bout to do a deal, somethin’ nice as you is)
Oh you think
(Nah, I’m just playin’, what’s up?
I got some new bitches, I know you tryin’ to fuck)
Not really
(What? I ain’t your man no more?
Because a nigga, don’t need a hand no more?
You know how we do, if one goes sore
You’ll take the pussy and go up in the roar)
It’s like now
Where you goin’
I ain’t trying to take it
Fuckin’ with a nigga like you, I won’t make it
(It’ll be what it is)
Yo, you in for the night?
I’m ’bout to take it to the crib
(You get home alright?)

[Chorus – Marilyn Manson]
The snake
The rat
The cat and the dog
How you gonna live
When you’re in the fog?

[Dmx]
Yo
I ain’t fuckin’ with this nigga, no more
Word to my mother
Fuck ‘em, so ya know ’em for sure
Word to my brother
It’s like he’s gotten worse than before
Son of I wonder
What type of dirt this nigga got in store for me to get under
Then I get a call
Yo!
(X, Luis just killed your cousin, underneath the projects
Don’t get back, them niggaz will pay, then I got you, told you I got you
Yo, I got you)
I’m in a catch 22
But them niggaz gotta pay
But I know he’s gonna be askin’ for a favor one day
But fuck it
I ain’t got no choice in the matter
Them faggets killed my peep
And I wanna see him splatter
(That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, we ain’t on no bitch hit
And use the same gun that you killed them 2 kids with
Is that hard to live with?)
Nah
(See, you still a playa)
But what you want from me?
(Uh…I’ll tell you later)

[Chorus]

Shit is all over the news
Bomb goes off in central
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
My mental is like
Get the fuck outta there
I’m out
(Hey, goin’ somewhere?)
Nah
(What the bag for?)
Fuck it, what you want?
(Can a nigga come inside for a minute, and puff a blunt?)
Here we go again
(After what I just gave you, with you actin’ like that
when you asked for that favor)
Yo, I ain’t ask you for shit
(Oh yes you did, when you really needed something, and you was out, you did
You sold me your soul, when you didn’t say no
Just let a nigga go, and give me what you owe
Fuck what you think, ain’t shit for free
And a mothafucker you know, can’t defeat me)
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
And with your help I know, the devil won’t win

Oh yea n for u niggas whos scared to be a wayne fan you cant tell me dis shit wont fire Fuck The World"

Look, look, look

A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let ‘em die
Behind tints, tryna’ duck the world and smoking rie
Got my bandanna ‘round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat
I’m tryna’ stay under intoxication
‘Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I’m on probation
I’m drinking liquor like it’s water, getting pissy drunk
And staying away from them lil’ broads that trying to give me some
I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline
Ducking the law, ‘cause I ain’t tryna’ do no FED time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care of Reginae and keep macita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep trying
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin’
I ain’t lying that the law tryna’ bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I’m too young for this

[Hook 2x]
Look, I don’t curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I’m still thuggin’ wit’ my niggas tryna’ keep it real
And I’m still doing for my mother and I’m payin’ bills

Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha Brizzah
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill ‘em
And teachers keep tellin’ my momma that I’m gettin’ worse
And now she tripping talking ‘bout I need to be in church
And my lil’ girl whole family tryna’ lie in court
Tryna’ put me, a child, on child support
And my own family deny me of what I do ‘cause I’m a ‘thug and stuff’
Plus, my niggas keep falling to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas melting away
Man they got clowns right around me, killing they self everyday
We keep fighting but they so strong
I know it’s hard but don’t give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let ‘em know that we don’t give a fuck
We don’t give a fuck

[Hook]

I mean the world just ain’t gon’ never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let ‘em hang
Dawg I swear it’s very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me ‘cause I’m a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I’ma keep you alive, nigga, I’m Lil’ Rabbit
That’s why this lil’ nigga be bugging like it’s no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I’m upset so I’m steady wipin’ tears away
And police got me under surveillance when and wherever
Wrecking they brains, tryna’ figure where I’m getting that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all a my business, this lil’ man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everything was cool I wouldn’t write this damn song
Fuck the world

EMINEM – MURDER MURDER

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
the shit is in my hands, here’s yo’ lifespan
And for what yo’ life’s worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland
See I’m a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I’m thirsty for this green so bad I’m dehydratin
Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin
I want the whole pie, I won’t be denied nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin, clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
or gets your description and sketches ya
The connection was the prime suspect
But I ain’t set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And $200 ain’t enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King
And have the lady at the desk bring
money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin the Mac
Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack
This bitch tried escapin the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it’s murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn’t nuttin for her to be smoked
But I slammed her on her back til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin “Freeze”
But I’m already wanted for sellin ki’s
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit be square in the chest, wasn’t wearin a vest
Left the house, pullin out the drive backin out
Blew the back end out this lady’s Jag, started blackin out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut your yackin mouth, ‘fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinkin fuck it, mug her while you’re there, jacked her up
Stole her car, made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
Like the girl in “Set It Off” did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I’m a criminal
Drove it through somebody’s yard, dove into they swimmin pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I’m injured badly though
Parents screamin: “Son, go in and call the police
Tell em there’s a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!”
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin like they never seen nobody hit a ;ick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin kids on tricycles
and collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped the Beanie Baby
Fuck it I give up, I’m surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin “TRUCE TRUCE”
and surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn’t me! It was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps

TONY YAYO – TRUE LOYALTY 3rd VERSE

You can catch me in public housing, wit’ bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it’s top notch
And when it comes to dice, I’m seeing’ shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it’s Showtime at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flow’s like a ho that’s sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad ‘cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I’m ghetto, straight from the ‘hood my nigga
If there’s no toothbrush I’ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I’m a grown man, still livin’ like I’m young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I’m called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin’ on cris’, you sippin’ backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart’s in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom’s doormat…wha

em’s verse on renegade. enough said
dont neeed to write it out cuz yall should kno it

-shizz

I found myself reminiscin, remember this one
when he was here he was crazy nice with his son
I miss him, long as I’m livin he’s livin through memories
He’s there to kill all my suicidal tendencies
In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy
I’m comin life on these streets ain’t what it’s supposed to be
Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin
On your life I tried to talk to him
But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop Four niggaz
Frontin like they, Big Willie but really owe niggaz
Hoe niggaz, this year I’m sho’ niggaz think I’m slippin
I’m bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin
but my hustle’s goin too well to hit him
You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em
Anyway, I ain’t tryin to hear it, I think I’m touched
this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much


This was off Reasonable Doubt and I heard it for the first time like a week after my brother got shot. I aint no soft ass nigga but I swear to God this shit still makes me wanna cry when I hear it. It might not be his best verse lyrically but there aint a song made since that effects me like this one. And whats more is that it came from an album so raw that true hip-hop fans KNEW that Jay-Z was gonna be huge one day…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IyPFMWAzb8/>
all three verses !!!!!!!!!!!!

Lil Wayne — 3 Peat

I’m on it,
ooh I’m on it,
I’m so on it
and however you on it.
You can get it tonight hoe
and all night hoe.
I get the beats from maestro.
Fucking right hoe.
I might go crazy on these nigga’s
I don’t give a motherfuck,
run up in a niggas house
and shoot his grandmother up,
what, what,
i don’t give a motherfuck
get your baby kidnapped,
then your baby motherfucked.
It’s the Carter 3 bitch
better put your supper up.
Holly grove i throw it up,
like I’m tryna lose my gut.
Fuck his up, beat em up,
like a million upper cuts.
Got a million duffled up,
for the fuck of it.
shit.
Get on my level, you cant get on my level
you gon’ need a space shuttle or a ladder
that’s forever.
However im better,
if not now then never.
Don’t you ever fix your lips,
unless you bout to suck my dick
bitch.
Swallow my words, taste my thoughts.
And if it’s too nasty
spit it back at me.
Two more inches
I’da been in that casket.
According to the doctor
i could have died in traffic.
Bounce right back
on them bitches like magic.
Abra cadabra
I’m up like Viagra.
I just do this shit for my click like
Adam Sandler.
I control Hip-Hop and
I’ma keep it on my channel.

Watch me! Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me,
Like Hitler its the
New Orleans nightmare.
Money so old
its growing white hair.
Young money baby,
yeah we right here.
Ima make sure we ball
till we fall like tears.
And momma don’t cry.
Your son can handle his.
I got her out the hood and
put up in the hills.
Yeah.
When i was fourteen
i told my mom we would see better days.
And sure enough i got Ms. Seether in
a better place.
Yeah.
When i was fourteen
i told my mom we would see better days.
And sure enough we did exactly what I say.
I told my girl when you fuck me,
better fuck me good.
Cause if another girl could
she gon fuck me good.
No sittin at the table
if you bringin nothin to it.
And i get straight to it,
like there’s nothing to it.
Yeah.
I got game like Stuart Scott.
Fresh out the ESPN shop.
And when sports center poppin,
everything stopping.
Cause you cant fool me.

I know what you watching.
Me.
You watch me.
You watch me.
Cause I be Weezy.
Must see
T.V.
C3.
Nigga that’s me,
and I’m me.
And I’m me, times three.
So retreat or suffer defeat
I’m back,
3 peat.
C3.



Kanye’s verse — Run This Town

It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I’m in church, please no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This a fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for? To push a fuckin’ Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon’ want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon’ come is it’s good when I’m coming
She got an ass that’ll swallow up her G-string
And up top, uh, two bee stings
And I’m beasting, off the re-sling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring
I’m just tryna change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoestrings?
What’s that, Ye? Baby, these heels
Is that a May-what? Baby, these wheels
You trippin’ when you ain’t sippin’, have a refill
You feelin’ like you run it, huh?
Now you know how we feel

THIS IS THE ILLEST VERSE, screw all ur shit

Makaveli:

Bye bye bye, let’s get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I’m not gon’ cry
I’m a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should’ve never fucked wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!

Mobb Deep:

[Verse One: Havoc]

Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire
They gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha
Maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
Smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
Fuck it, I love it like a cloud
Over the projects your game Im above it
Its combat, gats bangers and all that
You’se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin
The hollow tip crew 41st side convention
Try for? you half-steppin
Like a fresh tec out of the box
Yo niggas I’m testin
(There’s no question)
Bitch ass have you confessin
Like a D-T left in state of depression
You under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
The snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
You casper, you yell my name
Thats only givin me props
Plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
Its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
Got raped on the Island, you officially got
Kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit
(keep it real kid, you don’t know who you fuckin wit)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

It’s the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em

[Verse Two: Prodigy]

Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
Pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
Your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
Watch out for,
These upstate cats be leary of you
Yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
You would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
You must of been drunk when you wrote that shit
Too bad you had to did it to your own self
My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
Aimin at your face
At the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through
Shot through, don’t even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit
Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
You look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
Get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
And laced back up, 2 G’s, one for stitches
Then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
My Mobb’s like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
Wit bangers the size of African spears
It’s warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
Its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
You gotta gat you betta find it
And use that shit think fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g’s and one for gun clappin
Who Shot Ya? You’d probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
What makes you think you cant get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once again
Live the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Its the Infamous..

man… how bout J. Cole on that “I really mean it” sheesh! talk about goin IN!

wow ppl do u not get it. its called HOTTEST VERSES, so just put the verse not the whole damn song and i can repect em jay z kanye and andre 3000 but 50 cent-amusement park??? WTF thats not a hot verse its tlkn bout sex nothing is hot bout that

Tupac hail mary

Biggie Juicy

Jayz Thank You

Big L Put on

Eminem criminal

any of them you can just pick a verse.

Em – Who knew 3rd verse ( hilarious)

never knew I.. knew I’d..
have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don’t got that bad of a mouth, do I?
Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop (what?)
Skibbedy-be-bop, a-Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin some trees (HEY!)
How many retards’ll listen to me
and run up in the school shootin when they’re pissed at a
teach-er, her, him, is it you is it them?
“Wasn’t me, Slim Shady said to do it again!”
Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I’m just as fucked up as you woulda been
if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought
Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought
that woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it – I ain’t know if you’d do it or not

been waiting for one of these….check em out..





NAS- VERBAL INTERCOURSE:
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 raunchy, but things I do is real and 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 thugs 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

EMINEM- INFINITE:
I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC’s are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC’s and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There’s never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

REDMAN- CAN’T WAIT:
I’m like “Rahhhh!! Rahhh!!” like I have cerebral palsy
My flows bees wet like all you girls drawers be
Crack the Phills, spread the buddah, then the hiddash,
Roll it up and then ask, “Who chipped in for the 10 bag?”
Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures,
Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras
It’s the truth, like Vok’ 180-proof
Don’t drop your drawers, I’ll fuck through your daisy-dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if your high (high!)
I walk by (by!), so F a drive (by!)
I swing up in it, bat an average as half as
Good as Reggie Jackson’s, that’s why you talk backwards
And chumps be on some Bogard shit like Humphrey
You couldn’t beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet,
Or 90210, fuck it yo;
In the movies, I’m the nigga puffin’ buddah in the back row

AZ- RATHER UNIQUE:
So it’s gonna take more than your astrologist to knowledge this
Physiologist couldn’t even figure out the exoticness
Raps demolishing certified the way I style it
My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolet
My culture’s smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
Autobiography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
Money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
Finesse, success through life’s stress, mics I blessed
Puffin trees that get me high as trapeze
Flippin Japanese at ease when I’m stackin G’s
So let’s discuss, plus degrees
Might of rhyme forces the source for thoughts that’s lost
So don’t cross cause it’ll cost
The ghetto savior, smooth for real playa with flavor
Moves be major with unexplainable behavior
The word’s on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
Why I’m rather unique

just thought of another one… Eminem’s last verse in Criminal:

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I’ll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I’ll hide for 5 minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die bitches
Passed this scratched ‘Vette
This puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You mothafuckin’ chickens ain’t brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it’s not a rapper that I’ll make it as
I’mma be a fuckin’ rapist in a Jason mask

My Favorite verse of all time and I’m surprised no 1 said it yet.


Eminem’s verse on patiently waiting, and 50’s last verse is a killer too.


Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I, I owe you for this one

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass’ll get rolled on (It’s Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I’m a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It’s Fifty!)

[50 Cent]
I’m innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord’s blessins leave me lyrically inclined
Shit I ain’t even got to try to shine
God’s the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source’ll quote it
When I die, they’ll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man’s world, I’m similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone’ll stop ringin again
These industry niggas ain’t friends, they know how to pretend

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

[Eminem]
If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm
Unless 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

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
If the gun spark I’ll hear all of the shots go off
It’s fifty, they say it’s fifty
See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off
It’s fifty, man that wasn’t fifty
Don’t holla my name

You shouldn’t throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
Cause I’ll break yo face
Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake
You goin �gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I’ll split ya
Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers
I’m the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper
Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey
I’m down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in ninety four, �We don’t love them hoes�
I got pennies for my thoughts now I’m rich
See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six
Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
and hypothesis can’t define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B’s sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B’s ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

Lupe – Hurt me Soul

Through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh marketing
Oil field augering
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin
Sand camouflage army men
CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin
Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them
They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and
All the world’s ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

No way y’all have a list and not put a kiss or s.p verse on here:

Jadakiss & Styles P – We Gonna Make It (Remix)

[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh
Fuck…the…frail shit
Uh, cause when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
[Styles]
Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
Hoped you get the picture but you just can’t photo light
[Jadakiss]
Determined niggas make it
Kickin’ down the door and we burnin’ niggas naked
[Styles]
The house costs a million, sittin’ on the beach
And the only thing I know if it’s furnished, I’ma take it
[Jadakiss]
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talkin’ money then you rubbin’ the spot
[Styles]
Real niggas say that they be wildin’
We on the Cayman islands
On a yacht wit our favorite albums
[Jadakiss]
A bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin’ and drinkin’, nigga is you thinkin’ that our fate is valid?
[Styles]
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
And nobody on the faculty squeal, what
[Jadakiss]
And if you facin’ capital pun, pass me a gun
And I’ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh


If I were to put any particular Wayne verse on here it would be this one…I Know The Future

Straight from the bottom of the cut
I give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me
one man with no weapon at war, but I’m an army
My flow is capital attention lieutenant your penit pension
And they demolished that invention
You better get your dollars up
And guess what, I was up
I get my cheese like Mickey Mouse
Or else you better Donald Duck
Like a shooting range target
I get all kind of bucks
Be my shooting range target
Nigga I got G-lock
Nigga bye bye good luck
Got your momma shook up
Lil’ bad ass nigga, who thought Popeye wasn’t tough
I’m on that lala twist it up
I’m on that syrup slow it down
And I like four freaks too, and I ain’t young jock but it’s going down
I buy a marijuana field, then I just smoke it down
Big bad wolf yes, I just blow it down
No homo and to Hollygrove I will hold it down
Like a circle of knives I got the sharpest flow around

Any Wayne verse will have to be on par with this one to be valid…sorry.

any lupe fiasco song…theres too many ill verses in rap to write just one

Elzhi-Hiding Place:

Don’t compare me to jokes
I’ll strangle the air in your throat
Like you jump from a chair and choke
In mid-air from a rope
Got a big gun and carry a scope
The flair of the smoke
Keep niggaz quiet like words that librarians spoke
I’m arrogant, outlandish
Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff
The jakes wont make out the handprints
I’m as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips
Bark and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits

Elzhi-Brag Swag:

Yo, the day that hell snowed is when El fold, poetry well told
It’s entertainin, keep niggaz trainin like the railroad
Stingman, what I bring in is dope as the kingpen
Slingin, OG’s threw me beneath the wingspan
Expert, through the less dirt, but still my tec squirt
Bucked, then it gets tucked in, just like a dress shirt
Been a beast in a winter fleece, time for your dinner feast
With a pen unleashed, if there’s a priest, within a piece
Quick to lead, stick chicks of the thicker breed
Get fricker see with trigger speed, you puffin nigga weed
I buy hundred dollar bags, Cadillacs and polished Jags
Yeah, I show you how to brag, while the hours drag
Spit quotes that slit throats, bet it could split boats
Get votes off shit wrote, I’m the legit G.O.A.T.
And no statistic, to bitch niggaz I’m chauvinistic
I tote a biscuit, carry arms like shoulder discus (’scus)

Aight this my favorite one..contender of verse of the year (2008)
Elzhi-Motown 25

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

J . COLE Last Call (The Warm up) 2nd verse—

Yea, now may I never slip up or let my grip up

I know my girl be praying “Lord just keep his pants zipped up!-

Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make its stiff up, at least give the nigga

common sense to wrap his dick up”

Toast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up,

We fly past they look up

They don’t last we give up

They don’t blast we clip up then empty

And indeed we hit the target yea these niggas think they the shit and they aint even farted yet

Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback

My office is forreal ah fuck sack, niggas getting coffin in the Ville

Way too often and it feels wrong

New York Niggas fuck with me I got em singing Ville songs

I guess its only right cuz we grew up singing they shit

BIG shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit

Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats

A slim nigga making bold statement

Ay J. Cole how you do that there?-I hear you blowing up my nigga

Im like ,true that yea,

In NY but smile everytime I flew back there

That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there

I go home been so long they saying, “you back here?-

Took a turn for the worst boy don’t move back here”

Don’t do that! Yo who that?

He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it

Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, im finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me

I got a whole fuckig city that’s just sitting on me

But yea it fits on my back , my state is sitting on that

Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops

they aint give it all they got so they flop

so hey watch, how Im finna take their spot

Now im starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hot

I play not man Im killing em’ even your idols feeling em’ dog

The same nigga who used to chill in the mall

While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap

The hero fighting villians just to put the Ville on the map

notorious thugs (bigges verse)

Dam im surpriced no one mentioned Kanye on Cant Tell Me Nothing Remix

Yeah homie, dis a theme song.
first I get my money right, then i get my team on.
If I always prayed to have gleam on, $300 dollar jeans on,
do that make me wrong?
And I was high as a lear jet, fly as the insect, even though we in debt.
And it don’t matter if I get a number cause,
once I get my money right, she gone come runnin’.
And I’ll be good like god with a extra O.
God knows that my check needs some extra 0’s.
And You know you need to bring some extra hoes,
not in joggin’ pants niether tell ‘em wear some sexy clothes.
man my game so professional.
And my chain so fresh they go, (oh oh oh oh)
But after the fame did you gain anything? damn ’ye,
did you change anything? well, “If I had a billion dollars”
I’d cop more pink polos and pop those collars.
Misery need company her nickname sorrow,
my Benz need company her nickname Tahoe.
Wait ‘till I get my money, everybody model.
So imma need a bravo for everything that I wrote.
Yeah.
Hey mama they can’t hate ’em, ’cause after all of the drama,
Kay slayed ’em.

Jayz history

theres too many to cal it the hottest ever but heres a couple i could think of right now

nigga imma hustla,act like im lovin ya/
dont mind fuckin ya just like the governa/
used to be the dope man rolled a hundred spokes man/
when i come through,treat me like the pope man/
ghetto spokesman,i know niggaz in eastside oakland all the way to broke lan/(brooklyn)
ay they love my shitty drawes what you smokin?/
think you got the balls ,nigga imma trojan/
catchin all that just like a prophylac/
dont reproduce that bullshit is wack/
flava flav with a white bitch that is wack/
got to put the nigga back in my cadillac/
take him to the hood where its action packed/
let him know that the targets still on his back/
its a hustle called capitalism/
got my niggaz in prison all stuck in the system/
recognize whose a hustla,george double ya/
hes the one thats sittin back fuckin ya/
with a big dick stuck in ya/
im from a place where the fuckin terminator is the governa/

i got a public pretender,tryin to make me a winner,nigga please dont surrender,they’ll have you for dinner,
(ice cube-the nigga trapp)

dear auntie i still feel your timeless sorrow/
b4 you died ,its like your body was mine to borrow/
like i jumped in your physical shell,while you was going through miserable hell ,sayin goodbye to tomorrow/
everyday it makes me sad,angry,mad,how you was sent to heavens sacred path/
ducktaped and gagged,plus raped and stabbed/
body draped in blood,what a fate to have/
such a pitiful end,im poppin ritelin like they skittles cause when/
i sleep,i can feel it again and again and again and again/
and its difficult cause killin is the wickedest bibilical sin/
im talkin bout mommas identical twin/
i see your face when i look at hers,a reminder of how ive been in the cold/
since 14 years old/
swear to God ill probably be in heaven when the pain stops/
till then all im hearin is when them rain drops/

(crooked I-rain drops)

Young Buck verse on ‘Stay Fly – Three 6 Mafia ft. Young Buck, 8 Ball & MJG’:

Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let’s get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can’t stand it but them hoes gon’ come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo
It’s that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I’m in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free

Nas -my features are that of a god its not fascade its a fact that u rappers wanna be nas, whats better protection god or guns cant decide thats a hard one.

amazing man gotta letter from a asian fan ask was i blk or was i gonna play japan soon, wrote back yes,danced in the shower got dressed,old school powder my neck.I give but im, selfish tatto on my chicks lips or my pelvis well its the pubic part, excuse me yall, think that i became musical, way b4 rap i did want to be the tap dance kid on broadway 42nd street, legendre , 3 kart marley

Jadakiss – So Ghetto Freestyle

never get caught holdin them grams
never take a bitch word over ya mans (stay close to em)
never let em know where u live
never let em get familiar wit ya dough n ya kids (put the toast to em)
always stay quiet n humble
don’t be scared to take it to the knife or the gun in a rumble
i can show u how to get cha neck broke
stretch coke in the middle of the ocean on a mean duplex boat
look her there is no competitor
z9 wit the spaceship doors that open up regular
get it on wit the hard plastic
my 16’s have niggas feelin like they drippin off acid
trust me i can’t see a loss
n know that if u whack me u can’t be a boss
ride or die cry or lie get cha hustle on
hold D-BLOCK down for life truly yours
mmwwah Jada come thru controllin the Porshe
haters shakin like Ali holdin the torch
walk wit D-BLOCK u heard Sheek
still sold more than P Diddy my first week
let it be known for them other cats i raised ya’ll fags
so ya’ll don’t wanna gun fight of play ra-zar tags
i hurt tracks n i disperse cracks
work out only on my wrist so the fifth won’t jerk back

Big L – 98 freestyle

Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I’m from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
And I’m all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever – hottie huntin, trigger temper I’m quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I’m probably frontin
I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I’m, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y’all, cause niggaz like you
Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven’t got is more, stitches than you
Fuckin punk, you ain’t a leader what? nobody follow-ed you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can’t fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head
{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool
Fuckin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I’m loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
(yeah!) so what you actin for?
You ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga sum’un, ‘fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I’m runnin with men
I’ma be rippin the mics until I’m a hundred and ten
Have y’all niggaz like, ‘damnit this nigga done done it again’
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I’m makin wonderful figures
I don’t fuck with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
And rob every last one of you niggaz

Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
But with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin’
I’ve got a left hook, that be leavin’ guys knocked out
Keep frontin’, and I’m a choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight
Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
That pussy was tight, grippin’ my dick like a pair of pliers
You fuckin’ snitch, right now you prolly wearin’ wires
It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I’m a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass [Bobbito: Ouch]
[Stretch: Oh, word]
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin’
My album is done, so no it ain’t no parts open
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug
That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain’t a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
Cause none of y’all niggas can fuck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do shit that only tough men do
And them cats you with fuck them too, I’ll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
How many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path
I was fuckin’ chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*}
Yo, I’m a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!]
And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book ‘cause you’re history

Styles P – Shoot Niggas

Trust me, you don’t really know who you fuckin with
The gun is called Dick, won’t you go ahead and suck it bitch
E’rybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch
If you ask me then e’rybody’s a fuckin trick
Let me ease up, these niggaz ain’t G’d up
They more like E’d up, once that I re’d up
Shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up
You rap with security, you pussy
If you sell crack with authority you pussy
Nigga can’t run a block cause them niggaz’ll run over you
Probably wouldn’t jump, if they threw a gun over you
You ain’t built for what you talkin about
You unworthy, oughta get hawked in your mouth
I got a white boyfriend that woulda called you a poser
Got a nigga in jail that woulda made you a dosier
You a wack-ass rapper nigga, fuck it it’s over

Nas – One Mic 3rd verse

ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I’M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz’ll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I’m blastin cause I’m a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn’t have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn’t true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I’m on the right track I’m finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

kanye’s verse is head and shoulders above that conveyor-prduced gangsta bullshit
i would put meth’s bring da pain and fugees’ ready or not into the list

I listen to a lot of hip hop and I’ve been listening to it for a loooooooong time. My favorite three verses start with Eminem’s verse in “Remember Me” off of Marshal Mathers LP, All three verses of Jay-Z’s “Hovi Baby” off of Blueprint 2, and AZ’s “Nigga Games” of the N4L mixtape. Another classic verse is Jay-Z’s third verse on “Thank You” off the Blueprint 3. I also gotta through in Memphis Bleek’s verse in “Its Alright” off the Hardknock Life album. Go listen to them, before you go trashing me and shit!

Aceyalone – “All Balls”, “Headaches and Woes”

Pac, E.D.I’s and Khadafi’s verses on ‘Staring Through My Rearview’, that shit is classic!

So surprised no one has mentioned Jay-Z – Allure…

Andre 3000- Rosa Parks

Nas- Purple/Rewind

Lupe Fiasco- Hurt Me Soul (third verse)

Scarface- Heaven(third verse)…

The Game- Crack Music(Lost version)

T.I. – Doing My Job

2Pac – I Wonder if Heaven Gotta a Ghetto(fuck Changes)

Jay-Z – Soon You’ll Understand(Third verse)……Just to drop a few…WAAAAY more to come

Yo We need to have dat post for the best produce song/producer… Thats when we’ll see who really know their shit…

Jay-Z – Allure

Crooked I’s verse on “Slaughterhouse”
I don’t write I kill a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow to never smile when I’m at peace
Only when I’m eatin’ the deceased like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You’ll be missin’ till fisherman see your corpse
I’ll be in Michigan stickin’ a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again
From Switzerland to New York
I was whippin’ Bently’s before them pictures up in the Source
I’m a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you’re talkin, on some news camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit
Exclusive, you don’t want it in fact
I’ll have the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body he don’t wanna go back
That’s when the tunnel go black
I’ll send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ring tone rap career
It’s Crooked I, the face of east side Long Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my heartbeat

Eminem’s 3rd Verse on “Criminal”
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I’ll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I’ll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts
tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherfucking chickens ain’t brave enough
to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as
I’ma be a fucking rapist in a Jason mask

Rakim’s 1st Verse On “Holy Are U”
For those who find it hard to believe, and it is
Why they call me the God MC, the lyricist
Trace this down to the roots from Genesis
The world wonder, I’m still standing like pyramids
Design so vivid, every brick it got a story to tell
My rhyme flow different like a hieroglyphic
Mind prolific, infinite, like mathematic
The first language, now add that, and add graphics (Go ‘head)
Then go let the blocks know it’s the gospel
Life’s new manual, so watch close
The new Michaelangelo and Pablo Picasso
Prepared to show you the cosmos and rock flows
Even my lyrical metaphysical
What this’ll do is help you get to your spiritual pinnacle
You find your mind too far-fetched for it to fathom
I bring the darkness to the light, split the atom
It’s like watching the big bang theory emerge
I take titles, bond them to reveal new words
They want a clear view
From the farthest and the darkest corners of the universe
To a corner near you
A pharaoh in ghetto apparel, stay blinged up
Fort Knox display, a modern day King Tut
Wrapped tight, rap like I’ve been preserved in time
Spit the holy water, then touch it and turn it to wine
It’s the God

I could go on but I’ll leave it there

I know some have mentioned Inspectah Deck’s verson on Triumph but what about C.R.E.A.M.??

It’s been 22 long hard years and still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I’m alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin’, going up state’s my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us
Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
Living in the world, no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don’t know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that’s the time when I’m not depressed
But I’m still depressed, and I ask what’s it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty’s running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain’t trying to hear what I’m kickin in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hected

Canibus on Beasts From the East

Canibus brings the sickest drama
fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
playing with the mic is something I won’t do
my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
defeating niggas like Segal, Steven
putting Emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin’
I’ll make you question any and everything you’ve ever believed in
by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
what’s the matter with ya’ll, I splatter ya’ll
against the muthafuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
none of ya’ll got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah Badu
a hundred times nicer than the best is
twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
fuck y’all you don’t impress me and no one can test me
an emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
all that shit you poppin’ will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
and apply pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
my hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
lyrical genius, i got it sown like a seamstress
but if you want to battle, I’m down
if you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now
step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
if you survive then you can cover up your scar with a beard
I’m the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
anyone who ain’t feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
you need to quit it, if you ain’t spittin’
more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness
kickin’ boring raps with metaphors that’s wack
all of ya’ll muthafuckas need Nordictrack
to get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
been rockin’ longer than niggas twice my age
back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin’ a fade
before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
before Neanderthals 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, I been in lyrical fitness
the Canibus is spittin’ til’ he’s spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won’t forget this
I’m puttin’ every wack emcee alive on my shit list
verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
took you a minute to exhibit that I’m sick wit it
now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
going once, going twice
sold! to that nigga name Canibus
me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.

Jadakiss – The Lask Kiss (Things I’ve been though)
Now I’m on Ruff Ryder Interscope same shit
Partnership Joint Venture 50/50 same split
Jimmy put the money up two singles off of WE ARE THE STREETS
then after that seem like he was done with us but it wasn’t over yet
Styles had a plan from the jump which was to come out with my solo next
Things a little better these the niggas that i been doing it wit forever
so I’m like whatever
First album dropped promotion was hella Every stage
I rocked performance was stella
Had the whole world ready to ride or die for me and I wasn’t platinum
I was just side money
X was bringing the mulla I was in the hood in the kitchen
wit the digital ruler
I can’t tell bout the evil me do, I can only speak for the things
that I been through

Lil Wayne – LilWeezyana (Famous)
I Spit That Get Back, I’m Intact, Infact the Author Is Authentic [x3],
All You Slick like Syntec, Inject, Even the Paralyzed feel my impact,
as I skim back over the lines that on the page im lyin I dont write,
I Get High And Ignite, I Got A Serious Mental Plan And Dental Plan,
And You Dont Want To Bring The Giant Out Of A Gentleman,
Gee Golly Gigabytes and A Gorillas hand,
to the side of a niggas face like i don’t give a damn,
and if he’s with his mans and them, i’ll put his plans and limbs,
all over his pants and Timbs,
And I Wasn’t fortunate to grow up like The Sims but instead i blew up before i grew up,
I Spend 8 And Put 2 Up,Cuz You Never Know When You Have To Do What,
Who When Do You, And You, And You Too, Woo Hoo,
Im Coo Coo Like Birds With My Words,
I’m Poo Poo Meaning I’m the Shit on You Terds,
Yes and I Get on Your Nerves [x3]
and Sit on Your Mind like Piss on the Curb,
Bitch [x2]
Disturb Me [x2]
While I’m Work King [x2]
You Are Just another Earthling,
I’m In the Game, Shit I Must Be First String;
I like My Tugs Baggy and My Turf Clean, Check My Pattern Scheme,
I Probably Have on Rocks from the Moon and Saturn’s Ring,
Um Whose Badder Give Em a Ladder,
Tell Em Climb On Up Here and Watch Me Get at Her,
The Badder Part about It Is These Niggas Hate,
But They Wont Even Get a Bar on My Mixtape I’m probably on a Boat Feeding the Bitch Grapes and Crepes,
By The Way that’s French Pancakes,
De Pellön Fronce tré Bien, Gosor Adur Sur Le Bien,
Pardon My French, Pardon the Stench, But I Smoke That Grench until My Eyes Squench, I Mean Squint, I’m So Bent like a Dent, But Bitch I’m Still No Clark Kent

Jay-Z When Everybody thought he was goin Wayne
Watch what you say to me( T.I song)

Rap music is something ain’t it? The way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be saying
Lock em up in the booth with a half ounce of that cannabis
Sit back, and watch the outlandish shit they portraying
But, soon as you see em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues, you like, “Is that the dude, that said he was gonna (pop you)”
Niggas get running before you finish ya sentence
And then they back to riffing, when they off at the safe distance
You like, you was just here, you disappear like magicians
In thin air, I’m like damn, nigga at least keep it consistent
I hear you baiting me lately, I been doing my best just to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me
Sooner or later I take you up on your offer
And put you all in ya place like I’m replacing ya father
You talking, to the author, the architect of The Blueprint
My DNA in ya music, muthafucka you stupid?

(Inspectah Deck) – Above the Clouds
I leave scientists mentally scarred
triple extra large
wild like rock stars
who smash guitars
poison bars from the gods
bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge
shake em down like the riot squad
invade your zone
ruined like ancient Rome
I span the universe and
return to earth to claim my throne
the maker owner
plus sole controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky
the clouds my sofa
stand like colossus
regardless to whom or what
numerous attempts at my life
so who to trust
who but us
to supply ya with the fire
the burning truth
150 absolute proof
on the mic like Moses
smokin golden la
survivor of the oldest tribe
whose soldiers die
I know the five families
who shed tears and more
but our hands are on the ammo
cause the battles still on
sound the horn
we come rumblin through the function
precise laser beam technique
to touch something
when we die hard
they build a monument to honor us with
humongous effect in the world
we couldve conquered it
[Jadakiss]- Rite Where You Stand
You wanna know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope
Cuz right now, I’m currently a slave for Interscope
Respect first, then money – basic shit
If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit
Listen, I’ma leave you right where you stand
Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man
Cuz he pussy, he ain’t gonna do nothin but look
When it come to beef, he don’t wanna do nothing but cook
As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome
Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open
I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark
Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC
Keep playin, y’all niggaz will burn
and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn
Let the .40 Cal give em a perm
This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ
Just mad cuz you’ll never be as nice as I am
J to the mwah and I’ll leave you right where you stand, huh…

Lil’ Wayne – Get ’Em – Dedication II


Get ’em

My block pumpin and i’m tryin to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggaz snitchin them i let them niggaz hold……
Get get get ’em

My block pumpin and i’m tryin to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggaz snitchin them i let them niggaz hold sumthin
If a nigga owe sumthin need a doctors note from ’em

Or his throat from ‘em
These lil niggaz thinkin they fresh, get whipped out ya clothes youngin
I got it all but i’ll beat you like you stole sumthin
My fuckin trippin, she say i treat her like my old woman
I tell the bitch i’m probably better off with no woman
Yea, i get that brand new money
I’m the boss bitch, i’m touchin every dollar thats comin
Stop playin, i kno wat i’m doin
Let me get ’em

I hope his kids not with ‘em
Yall bitch niggaz kno me i’m a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the matress and the guns in the couch

Wat up
Puttin out cockroaches in the ashtray
Its payday till my last day
Yea

Walkin that line with alot on my mind
I get that money, never droppin a dime
I don’t hate, never, not on my time
I’ll put that little red dot on ya mind
Talkin that crime but alot of ‘em lyin
Im caught on the grind, never get off my grind
Ima pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
And everybody kno i’m sharp when i ride
Hop out that new ferrari with that little horse on the side yea
Zoom zoom bitch ride a nigga broom witch
Have a key wet stinkin up your whole room bitch
Now break out the perfume bitch
And niggaz come from out that beach, i’m in that water like a cruise ship
Straight up, tell all my dudes this
1 pistol, 2 clips, i aim at lips
Wayne that shit, shit on y’all
Given to you from the guard

I am the guard
Yeaa, money on my mind, money money on my mental
Super super soaker wet a nigga like a swim suit
I think they sippin on that ‘i can fuck with him juice’
Test me if ya wanna bad man i knock a limb loose
I ain’t never scared, i’m protected everywhere
And if a nigga disrespect me then he shall be very dead
Thats my word, gotta urge to hit a nigga and swerve
And them birds in the trigger shot down to my feet
Its me bitch nigga whats better to see
And when ya greeted like me ain’t nothin better then beef
See i would meet each one of you niggaz in the street
Then eat – and pick you little nigga out my teeth
Shout out to the green and red stiches in my teeth nigga
With no gucci i’m a double chief nigga
My brothers you have send, and the guard i am..
Amen..

Benefit – Proceed With Caution:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6LBgZmrk7E/> (Verse 1)
Professional, upping the decibel a decimal above
Extraterrestrial audible vessels
For blood audible missiles and vocal dismissals
Like pistols tearing through MC’s skeletal gristles
Beneficial’s ripping in the kids brain tissues
Leaving them a bit retarded with personal issues
Personal misuse, of my tracks have tested deadly
Infested steady when my tracks are pressed and ready
To flood your brain like cocaine ingested heavy
Invest in every bit of protection when testing Benny
I’ve battled plenty, and everyone is rattle empty
Without a skeleton to hold ‘em up they had to temp me
And then correctly, spitting at me like a Jetski
Go ahead and press me, bones crunch like Nestle
Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away
So the streets can be safe for emcee’s to play
By the way, when i spit don’t get hit by a stray
Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae
Every verb I spray is a mist called Herb-away
Word play, that will keep emcee’s on the curb all day
In a verbal way, I get violent and kill quick
To define me kids make up words like “Ill-Sick”
Whose a relic, wack emcee’s heads are real thick
So the target is big, my metaphors will stick
(Verse 2)
Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate
Are healed by the power of his subject and predicate
The “Pro-ject” deliver it, whole of the rhetoric
Emcee’s will fall like the soul of confederates
To all who consider it apologies follow these
Battle anthologies, emcee’s say please
And possibly I’ll display generosity
And watch thee velocity, when I’m spitting this atrocity
But probably not, and the robberies hot
When kids steal my rhymes and ignite on spot
If you bite on top, from being wack and dropped
Call it “I Bit Benefit and Made Pop”
And you get a hit, but being illiterate
Ignorant, and coming out illegitimate
My wrath will reach havoc on your family
Gradually, everyone will die through a homicidal tragedy
Bone and vital legacy, prophecy place me
President of emcee’s genocide agency
Feeling me is like feeling a flame in hell
Casting a demon spell, so emcee’s are dreaming well
And thinking they’re real, knocked out on night Nyquil
In a dream land where they sick and real type ill
But lovely dreams soon comes to a nightmare
When they battle Benefit and they die right there

Biggies verse in “Come On”

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh
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



and Weezy after the Georgia Bush song…when he comes in on that freestyle

YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I’m rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I’m a motherfucking trip
I’ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking ‘bout bricks, I’m the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don’t say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I’m sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that’s what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I’m sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I’m never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don’t be the target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don’t be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I’m the best rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)

And I don’t even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can’t wait to do cribs, MTV c’mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I’ll beat ya
I’m a beast, I’m a creature, I’m the son of miss cita
My dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There’s a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sip seemer, ten ki’s in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn’t do it much cleaner
I’m fly in the sky like that motherfucking ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won’t do
Two bottles won’t do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don’t play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I’m paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I’m on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can’t a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that’s my nigga, that’s my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse

Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be
I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me
No one scare me, and you ain’t gotta double dare me
Hear me loud and clearly rats aren’t near me
wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece
I’m from New Orleans nowhere near peace
Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief
Catch up bitch I’m in gear three
zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger
Fuck ‘em and whoever made ’em
I will hurt whoever love ’em cause I hate ’em
Lookin’ for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad, I ’on’t know how a nigga made it
She gave me relations, so now we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
That’s Source homie, shout out to the editing staff
I’m all grown, so much better with math
I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah
I’m servin’ this track like, Stephen Graph yeah
Roger Federer, there’s no competitors
Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference
Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends
Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize
Got an extra clip but that’s only for my especiallies
(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you
Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you
Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols
Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols
Even if I die old, I’ma die with the pistols
And if you stand over my body I’ll probalie kill ya
Yeah, now I feel it, Weezy the realest
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas
He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation
product of determination
stop playin you are not up in my situation
I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun
Stop hatin, y’all ballers I’ma sports agent
Wait a minute lemme translate it, It’s
Weezy not the father motherfuckin Baby

ems verse on love me-
“There’s a certain mystique when I speak,
that you notice that’s sorta unique,
cause you know it’s me, my poetry’s deep,
and I’m still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you can’t sit still, it’s like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, I’m strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry,
it ain’t even money, you can’t pay me enough
for you to play me, it’s cockamanie,
you just ain’t zaney enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kit an’ kaboodle,
I’m just brutal. It’s no rumour, I’m numero uno, assume it,
there’s no humour in it no more, you know
I’m rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me… bitch”

Mf DOOM
GREENBACKS
“Operation Doomsday” Lp

[MF Doom]
A fly tramp, that’s what she called me
‘Cause I don’t wear no Stetson hats like Paul C
As y’all see, who give a fuck? Who know what is it?
These styles will be flipped to the absolute exquisite
It’s like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL
Looked into my baby’s face, my boo was like … ‘Well!
I know your types of clientele! Thoughts, needs’
As I held her firmly, yet gentle as the soft sea
She said, ‘The one with the horse weave?’ The pretty one?’

All crazy, had to touch the tattoo through the short sleeve
Which one you want? I’m like, ‘If there was comp?
Fuck around, a nigga like me probably run up in all three!’
King Geedorah what they call me, either caesar or baldy
Probably half-boozed since last y’all saw me
On the D-low, I slaughter solo emcees, they paper-thin
In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men

Amen! It’s funny how significance make a difference
Notice parables of three in every other inference
For instance: ‘Who wanna battle? On the real?
Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel’
I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt
I’d like to give a extra special out

To Jet Jaguar, the sun, moon and star

The Monster Island Czars – y’all know who you are

Get that!

EMINEM VERSE IN HELLBOUND IT PROBABLY THE REALEST VERSE IVE EVER HEARD, go look it up

Elzhi – Deep

One of BIG’s best verses (NOTORIOUS THUGS)

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
you all niggas be scrambling, gambling
up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
We just sittin’ here trying to win, try not to sin
high off weed and lot’s of gin
so much smoke need oxygen
steadily countin’ them Benjamins.
Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game’ll do to you
been in this shit since ‘92
look at all the bullshit I been through
so called beef with you know who
fuck a few female stars or two
then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shit not to be fuck wit.
Motherfucker better duck quick
’cause me and my dogs love to buck shit,
fuck the luck shit strictly aim
no aspiration to quit the game.
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass that weed I gotta light one
all them niggas I gotta fight one
all them hoes I gotta like one
our situation is a tight one
what you wanna do? fight or run?
Seems to me that you’ll take thee,
Bone and Big nigga die slowly
I’m gonna tell you like a nigga told me,
cash rule everything around me.
Shit lyrically, niggas can’t see me, fuck it,
buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it,
blow the bitch before you caught yourself Levin it — nigga wit a Benz fucking it.
Doesn’t it seem odd to you
Big comes through wit mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo’ Thug dudes
who’s the killer? me or you

canibus verse off of “beast from the east”

How ya forget Hov verse from Diamonds remix

Yep!
I got it from her ‘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 tour order, this is nothin to me
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week
I do this in my sleep,
I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I’m guessin’ I can sell CD’s
I’m not a buisness man I’m a buisness, man
Let me handle my buisness, damn!
Kanyeez you got me, Freeway and Foxy
YG’, Teairra Mari, Petey watch me
Bleek could be one hit away his whole career
As long as I’m alive, he’s a millionaire
And even if I die, he’s in my will somewhere
So he can just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah
He don’t even have to write rhymes
The Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes
Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly
What I was sayin practically me whole carreer
The diamond is forever, I been mindin’ this forever
Now the Louis Vuitton Don’s timin’ couldn’t be better
People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin’
Instead we rose from the ash like a phoenix
If you waitin’ for the end, the dynasty signed
And what seemed like forever is a mighty long time
I’m young bitches

Ain’t a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od
See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od
But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it
Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
Sh-sh-sheep, count ‘em for the rest of ya life
Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like
So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
He can die, any second, how much long it’s ‘gon take?!
’Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then
You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet
Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots
And they kickin down the do’, and they don’t care who they shoot
But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front
They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!
They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo’
Than I wanna give ‘em but if I keep talkin they won’t know
That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers
Log out!
Andre 3000 Throw some d’s remix!!!

Crooked I- Rap 101
Homie, don’t bother this fatherless child
Niggaz wit problems get shot in the eusophagus, set off the apocolypse now
the projectiles choppin’ you down
cock it and blaaw
robbin’ you for every profit in ya pocket and smile
My cannon dismantle you, let it off like roman candles
point two nines at you with bandana’s on the handles
blast through ya flannels
we just Sopranos smashin’ in astro vans with ammo stashed in the panels
we animals when it’s drama
move like mechanical anaconda’s, we hannibals, cannibals, and piranha’s
the last nigga with info that hand over the fed’s
the homie’s jumped in the hummer, ran over his head
hand over your bread
we snatch you out your land rover, choke ya
smoke ya while we stand over your bed
just to let ya know, this is westcoasonostra
ever since Pac passed you thought the westcoast was over
but look closer and you’re liable to find
My homicidal recitals’ the kind that inspires a guy to rewind
king of survival, the title is mine
I write for ya spine and stifle ya mind with a cycle of triflin’ rhymes
It ain’t a gangsta that us hustlaz won’t reach
we bust just to touch the cold streets
you bustas won’t cease
and that’s why my next tattoo will say “no justice, no peace…”
plus “fuck the police”

verse 2
Nigga, I wish you would speak on my label
I’ll walk in your house, put my feet on your table, see what’s on cable
soon as you speak, shots leave you leakin’ from navel
rock you to sleep in a cradle, you geeks weak and unable
we can disable haters from Tennessee to Diego
Long Beach to Vallejo
law low, a yo, we givin’ niggaz wings and a halo
squeezin’ them thangs so easily without seein’ a reason to say no
they ask, “why ya by yourself?”
cuz I walked into the firearm store, tried to buy the entire shelf
to jackers out to acquire wealth
I fire shells, while ya yell, I serve ya like the hired help
My science are sins, my mind tire within
the bad guy wins like the giant got goliath’s revenge
puttin’ 5 in ya benz, tie up ya wife in it then
quiet your friends with gunfire as maniacal rhyme sire begins to strike like
a viper and snipe ya again
you can recite what’cha like but ya fight for ya life cuz the “I” can ignite
the mic and he’s slightly tighter than you when he write with the pen
who’s rivalin’ him?

I see alot of verses but only a few with some real weight so I’m add a few:

This was 95 and some of yall still ain’t done the math

Cee Lo
Sometimes I don’t even know how I’m gon’ eat
‘Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
Shit, you might see a nigga on tv
But hell it’s almost like I’m rappin’ for free
That little money be gone…got dammit, I’m grown
Gotta help keep the heat and lights on
It would be nice to have mo’ but I kinda like being po’
At least I know what my friends here fo’
I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can’t
I wanna tell you that it’s all good, but it ain’t
It’s nigga’s hurtin’ and uncertain ‘bout if they gon’ make it or not
That’s why we got nigga’s killing
Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold
You can get some gold but we won’t make it as a whole
Cause without you there’d be no me
And without no unity there will never be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won’t relieve yo’ stress
God bless my…thought process

The thought process…
Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn’t warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life
Done sent me through a lot of up’s and down like it ain’t nothing’
Like elevators but I ain’t the one that’s pushin’ the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn’t one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14
Still smoking, still drinking, no I’m sittin’ on the Lincoln
4 A.M. thinkin’ that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have
The devil’s takin’ a swing that might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never though about hittin’ licks or slangin’ caine
Didn’t think I’d be the one to give in to abortion
Label me murder because my ass is scorchin’
Hot from the glock that sits under my seat
Yeah, it’s real fucked up that my floks come to get me
And it’s like dat, yeah…and it’s like dem!


Jay

I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
I don’t wanna see em, so I’m rehearsin
with my peoples how to GM, from a remote lo-cation
in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, Dayamm!
Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am
but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean
It’s difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
are half closed, I put the key in
Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in
Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in
Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars
This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars
Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner
Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner
Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner
Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets

Another Jay for all the old heads with kids:

I just hope im hearing right
Karma’s got me feearing life
Colleek are you praying for me
I got deamons in my past
So i got daughters on the way
If the prophecy’s correct
Then the child should have to pay
For the sins of the father
So i barter my tommorows
Against my yesterdays
In hopes that she’ll be OK
And when im no longer here
They shade her face from the glare
I’ll give her my share of Carol’s Daughter
and a shiny new beach chair

How many of you cats even remember radios with the 8 D batteries and the blinking lights?

Nas:

Ghetto niggaz struttin’ with nothin’ but dreams in Queens broke
Mack-10’s, you can smell the PCP smoke
Melle Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin’ in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that’s the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin’ the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block’s drugs flowin’, didn’t have your own work
You had to have somebody else’s, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
Your girl’s too expensive, she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin’, standin’ on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather’s
Now it’s whatever… hip-hop’s forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn ‘em, I was a tornado comin’
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin’ leaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Lee’s
I ain’t work a day in my life
Wipin’ away eraser of the paper man
I’m just tryin’ to say it right
Big radio, tape slowin’ down
Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze ‘em ’til they ice cold
In the freezer later, I’m starin’ at the speaker
Sunk in them 808’s deeper, cleanin’ my sneakers
Wit the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water…

Apathy-Love Lockdown

Verse 1
Yo you ain’t a computer,
you ain’t from the future,
and you ain’t got a tumor,
so why you do to your voice shit to make you sound stupider

If you walk on the moon, I moon walk on Jupiter
stay true to the game, or people gonna boo at cha

Do what cha like, but shut off your mic or ruin ya
apathy will rip a rapper in two then I’m threw with ya

A couple motha fuckas wanna hate cause I’m white
but they never rocked a mic, a single day in their life

On the internet ya, up in the ap aint rappin?
they say they gonna see me, but that’ll never happen

Never ever happen, you can just imagine
sit at your computer, while my money stay stackin

So you say I suck, and ya talk shit
but you listen to me, your on my dick

Verse 2
Better get ya berreta ready, and load it with metal,
the minute a midi? Admit it can’t get on my level

A veteran ready to rid em, with em one at the mill,
a little kid on ridilin who’s tongue covered the pill

Stand back for a second and study the real
hold the sword to the sky and ill summon the skill

So hot when I rock, need the summer to chill
all of the sudden the son of Sam’s comin’ to kill

Gotta whole lotta mothafuckas on my dick
that spit, gossip, ain’t that a bitch?

Cause if I had a dime for every single time
that y’all pop shit, then I’d be rich

Just listen to it..pure lyricism.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKNebugtmKQ

Honorable Mention: Run For Your Life ’94 by Ill Bill

I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once
I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts
Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular – look around
Shits getting uglier and uglier
Spinning’ within my hyper-barrack chamber
Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor
fingerprint that could stop my behaviour
Generally, and federally
Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era
I emphasize like emphysema
Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukaemia
I instigate mutilation
Under federal investigation escaping police stations
Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics
I’m lacking consciousness when I pump acid trips
And want to kill the pigs (mumbling)
I’m lacking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist

Lauryn Hill’s verse on Zealots

O.C.
Word Life !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how da fuck no1 put a luda verse all his verses hot cum on now most consisent dude in da game dis verse is crazy off We Got Them Guns

Fuck a medic, we gonna call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleeding so hard you’ll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman its your time of the month
A.K. 47 for the niggas who’s really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killers in my squad and I’m the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain’t talking bout fruit
I’ll peel your CAP BACK with the BLACK MACK
Till your BACK CRACK, cock the GAT BACK like…CLAK CLAK CLAK
Swallow a hallow make ‘em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long
Ill leave ’em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greasy, I’m starting the show
My Uzi got a drum roll, it goes

Nas “Verbal Intercourse”


By far prolly the hardest verse EVER.



Peace!

Lil Wayne-No Ceilings-Swagg Surf-
O-Ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I’m strong in this Bugatti
Two v8’s ain’t no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch I’m bad
I’m worse
I pass the purp
Don’t fuck with me ‘cause right now I’m higher than Cap-tain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest nigga, You can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I’ll snatch her purse
Ok I spazz, I curse
You last, I’m first
I’m on your ass- like dirt
Behind that cash- get murked
I’m talkin’ big shit nigga- join my hitlist nigga
What’s the matter? Check your bladder, I’m the shit- piss nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Whole court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Oh, dickless nigga
Man I’m runnin’ with the blucka
Young money motherfucka
You think we gon’ do our thing?
Well ain’t it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. hold ya head
And Mack hold ya head
Wish I could, but I can’t say some other names ‘cause of the feds

JADAKISS
It’s Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve’s, that look like stuff shells
I’m cuttin’ niggaz throats on the sales, while they puff L’s
Don’t leave nothin’ un-bagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.‘s to save everything
They come by one more time, they gon’ hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin’ knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I’m dippin’ with that
Uh, down-shiftin’ on ‘em like I got gears on me
Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
Scared to death, runnin’ like I got bears on me
My Timb’s start feelin’ like they Nike Air’s on me
It’s hard for me to slow down, it’s like I’m on the Throughway
My belt’s in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I’m tryna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don’t kill me, they gon’ give me a number I can’t do
Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at
And I’m asthmatic, so I’m lookin’ for somewhere to hide at
But they too close, and I got this new toast
’Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do, RUN

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

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

…..Masta ace: Acknowledge
Whatcha know bout that??