What's ya'll Favorite Verses from any song, like shit ya'll rewind back just to hear that one verse again.

Nas' verse on Verbal Intercourse. Fucking incredible...

For me, nostalgia;

Before a blunt I take out my fronts, then I start to front matter of fact I be on a man hunt / You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of refer, that's like Malcom X catching a jungle fever / King poetic too much flavor I'm major, Atlanta ain't braver I pull a number like a pager / Cause I'ma ace when I face the base, 40th side is the place that's giving me grace /

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^ the 2nd verse is better and one of Nas's best overall

Inspectah Deck's verse in Triumph is amazing one of my favorite verses of all time.

^ the 2nd verse is better and one of Nas's best overall

that belongs to his 2nd verse on Memory Lane

Inspectah Deck's verse in Triumph is amazing one of my favorite verses of all time.

i'm not going to say overrated because it's classic ... but this is the most cliche and safe option next to Nas on Verbal Intercourse or Eminem on Renegade...

you must have more than one verse that you, as the threadstarter said "like shit ya'll rewind back just to hear that one verse again."

anyway ... without picking the usual safe options i'd say ...

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnappin his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feedin her money 'til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever foresee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
Now I'm tryin to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears
Know she's wishin we were still close
Don't cry, it is to be
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils...

I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm bout to start another life
Look behind you, I'm bout to pass you twice
Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present
I'm fast, niggaz can't get past my past
How they propose to deal with my perfect present?
When I unwrap "The Gift & the Curse" in one session
Ain't no livin person can test him
Only two restin in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him
Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it
But nobody in rap did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don't want it no more
And that goes for everything from flippin that raw
Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don't get it twisted
Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice
Did the impossible then did it twice (get it right)

Not really sure why, but I've always liked Esoteric's verse on Public Execution. Especially the first half and a bit.


Cats I've assaulted, call me the high exhaulted
Esoterrorist, their cleverest nemesis
I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless
Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises
muthafuckas
Journalists said there's none better
You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters
I bring malice
We smash ya palace
Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas
I did ya man a favor by writin' his words
When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth
When you fuck with Esoteric, you go right in a hearse
When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first
Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till i'm dyin' of thirst
While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse
Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth
Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth

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Illogic - 1000 Whispers

If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures[/quote]
To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers
To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter
Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters
And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw
When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls
If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex
But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex
Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden
Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon
That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension?
Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker
I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper
Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor
If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection
Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where
Prints left, taint every breath
Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface
Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs
To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs
What a dilemma to hold hands with
Sanity's a steep cliff of gift
And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped
Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas
Hooker left that envy to drown in greed
Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde
I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died
I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy
But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny
No more - dodging shooting stars
No more - lashing of asteroid belts
No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth
If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock
Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock
The bow breaks at the vinyl spots
The cradle of all this crime rate drops
I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest
Well that would depend on the trajectory
And the way the projector projected me
I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy
Is it time for lift off?
I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared
Is it time for lift off?
The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week
I think it's time for lift off
The structural integrity seems to be holding
But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep
So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing?
Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting?
Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume
I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves
I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else
So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves
My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff
As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft
Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass
To dampen the impression of expression anything has
Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has?
Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks?
I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass
But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass
You strain cash
Well I take the root of evil, make tea
Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it
There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands
The steam scolding my hand
The mug shattered and I wasted it
Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures
On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses



Vast Aire - Pigeon

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African
Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
You'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

I liked Bizzy Bone's verse on the Twin Towers
I liked Ice Cube 2nd verse on Ghetto Vet

I could go on so Imma just limit myself to there

Keith spittin the truth on these tracks..

Kool Keith - I Don't Believe You

You got mad guns? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got eleven cars? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the block scared? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a bugged thug? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You doin jail time? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the newest Benz? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the girls ready? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You movin big weight? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You cook in steel pots? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You goin on Soul Train? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You cashin royalties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You did a video? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You smackin everybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You closin all deals? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you manage people? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a movie star? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work with Warner Brothers? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You down with Jamie Foxx? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a druglord? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You pay your mortgage? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You datin fine chicks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You travel solo kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You smackin anybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your own label? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you never lease? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say your record's hot? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You workin hard lady? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You like to clock work? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You at your brother's house? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You tour with Babyface? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You mix on Ni boards? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You talk to Aaron Hall? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You play for the Charlotte Hornets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You buyin a Rolls Royce? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got signin power? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You makin hit records? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say Shaq's your cousin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You sellin Knicks tickets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You givin afterparties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You at the Superbowl? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You bought a mansion? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You think you hype rappin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you are the man? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Your mother thinks she's fly? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say your pops is cool? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your aunt a diamond? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the kids a gift? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You movin out to Cali? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you doin jacks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You makin millions kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you sellin furniture? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work construction? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your hair done? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You mess with Lauryn Hill? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You danced with James Brown? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You own a Dodge truck? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work at 7/11? ..


Dr.Dooom(Kool Keith) - No Chorus

What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track?
Who posessed you to do that? who programmed - that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo;
Makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me
Y’all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches
What’s up you fuckin amateur?
Your engineer’ll cue in your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don’t want it -- y’all get it worse
Which one of y’all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first?
I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that’s your fanbase -- plus your dj’s in the place
I’m about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage
Ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list
Ain’t gon’ be there
A big dissapointment when I rub your asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room
With a security guard
Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned
Lookin like fuckin homey the clown
Put that spring water down man, you ain’t sweatin
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin;
Your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the planet of the apes
Supervise it, criticize it, y’all don’t realize it
Where the real guys at
Who’s administrating your budget when you takin
That high picture for right on with your ballroom light on
You know the night is kind of special like lauryn bro
When I escort you to your car, you breakout bastards
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season
After you first started
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues
Like cold crush and afrika bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in nevada
You fuckin pink maggot; I’ll take your mic, you can’t have it
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits

I`m the one-man army, Ason
I`ve never been tooken out, I keep MC`s lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your as* thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
`cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix
This style, I`m mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn`t even kill with Midol
f**k around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well, f**k it, now you`re learnin
how, I don`t even like your motherf**kin profile
Give me my f**kin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin
Before you knew a whole f**kin lot
Your as* don`t wanna get shot
A lot of MC`s came to my showdown
To watch me put your f**kin as* lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
without a doubt I`ve never been tooken out
by a nigga, who couldn`t figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn`t figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn`t figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
how to pull a f**kin gun trigger
I said "Get the f**k outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that`ll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo f**k that nigga`s name
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That`s why I give you more of the raw
talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC`s I`ll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won`t know
I`m homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit
So I take yo as* out quick
The mics, I`ve had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf**kin rep`
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who`s there?" Another motherf**kin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin `cause raw`s what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...

this was an unexpected rhyme from dirty... has his trademark nonsensicals but still A LOT of fuckin bite...

2Pac - Pain (Verse 3)

Choo

Jay-Z 99 Problems
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I gas em up?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
This verse isn't incredible or anything, but I remembered seeing the music video for the song and hearing the verse and I remembered laughing a little bit. I just find it fun to listen to.

Inspectah Deck
t's been twenty-two long hard years of 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... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
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, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Yeah yeah I know another cliche verse but fuck it I always sing alot with it every time I play it.

nas first verse of get down

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

Ya'll postin Lyrics huh? Ok here I go

Lord Infamous verse on Smoked out

hearses circling my house
with wack ass rappers in the rear
hella lame in my ear
I come to ruin your career
vocal cords swords
side board more souvenir
skins of belly body
smelly death is in the atmosphere
peace is extinct
bloody street
make them steal
planes crash ships sink
every poison gets sweet
every enemy see
feel the nuclear nigga heat
may I propose a toast
its coming close to World War III
fright night
under moonlight
Memphis picture
mutilating torture pressure
till the Satan took ya
I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop
feed you to the swamp
running thru the forest like gunk
bloody tree trunk
bitch you want a piece of this
might as well take the heart
there was no love from the start
sprinkle body parts
woe onto you my foe
cause you just don't know
smoked out snorted drunk blown

Bizzy Bone
When Thugs Cry

Verse 1.

Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic
Maybe the past would understand
If they'd get off there ass and mash
How do you manage?
Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Watch for the plot and delays envoys
Scopin like a dope fiend
But I'm smokin in the alleyz
With these ghetto guns and erase my funds
Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus really never died
You crucified mutual suicide, who am I?
Local with vocals going coast to coast
Heaven'll move me right fo sho
Deception weather my brethren
but sunny days when they parlay
Get killed when they get to steppin
Member the wepon's close
and the doctor said
I need time to myself on the ocean
Those frivolous thoughts
But I'm brought up of this independent
Caught up sever relentless
Evil intentions nobody knows him
Even the henchmen warrior, poet,
never did mention
I love my lady rebel
We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on,
and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on

Delicious flow

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week
And hittin nails while I'm sleepin
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home

Lyrical genius.

I stimulate the brain,
mimic emulate the sane,
Cynics keep on thinkin' its a fuckin' gimmick when it ain't,
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus,
suck Uranus Label me a genius,
if you ever seen us you would say
he may seem as though he´s plain
normal if you ever meet him greet him with a shake,
see he ain´t as mean as what they say
see the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for just being crazed
You part ways, your impression of him
changed You don't think he's strange,
you'll turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
and catch him flippin' you off with his pants down, hands around his scrotum Tuckin' his fuckin' penis between his legsI think that's how it went..

i love pretty much all the verses on the song Keep on Driving by Necro
thats a crazy ass psycho song. lol

The raw mangler, seven angles of Angular
Strangle the pagans n stayed in the pages of Diameter
Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I'm hackin ya
The author will scorch ya wit the torches of Joseph Mangler
Sended you to the squared circle to meet me
To beat me won't be easy, you'll face thesis of Meche
Blood'll apease me. raps a prehistorical
Cerebral looking beetle that leads you into the oracle
I'm horrible, I burn wit no time to react
Rewind DAT's so fine I pull spines out the back
In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire
Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire
Barb wire around pagans that read the Bible
Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal
Final hours, the forbidden fruit they fond as Iris
Study rappers, bringin wackness like Abolo scholars
First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless
Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left em skinless
Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious
You can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin pints of Guiness


Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep
Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin'
Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin'
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth
Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW!
Benny blind Puerto Rock style
Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out
Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
Besides of the largest, we polish the floor
with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me
Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically
I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it
Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it

If youve heard that verse by Pun and heard the way he says it and make it sounds, is fucking ridiculous.

Chino XL on Beastin'

My saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholar
The author composin' your broken bones into an orchestra
Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me
These homos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation Army
Calmly tearin' ya flesh like the claws of a falcon
Write songs 'til my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
And there's no feelin' in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb
You should see the muscular development in my forearms
I'm swarn human heron from here on
Consider Chino XL a monster, fuck Charlize Theron
You cling on to life like a skinny Luther
I'm like an aircraft carrier goin' to war with a Mini Cooper
Gettin' used to being crazy
as a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own baby
Anti-Medical, non-preventable
Make you and a dead man identical
Sound alarms, I'm well armed, like an octopus tentacle
Bust ten of you, trust none of you
I'm the murdering minister when God is upset at you
Right on schedule, calligraphers spit a comprehensible
Poison Pen always the illest, today he's exceptional
Slayin' professional between big deals
I get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids meals
I slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshields
Slice them from ear to ear 'til they breathin' out of fish scales
Every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno
I beat a niggaz haircut into crop circles
Hear the smotherless pain
Be the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular vein
I stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my name
Crumple your fame, cripple ya fangs
Isn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beast
The hungriest rapper alive pickin' human flesh out of my teeth
You get shot in the streets or in sentences like Mystikal
Don't even call rap rap no more, call it Chino XL


R.A. on Uncommon Valor
True story
Call me Thorburn, John H., staff sergeant
Marksman, skill in killin', illin', I'm able and willin'
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin'
Sex, gambling and boozin', all this shit is amusin'
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Vic the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we 'bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is sprayin', it's heatin' up a hundred degrees
The enemies the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told, "Be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees
Nail the road, it broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearin' black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flyin', loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dyin', I feel dizzy, I'm losin' blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange
Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
'Cause in life, God take, God give


Celph Titled on So Cold
We stay spittin' in your ear
Come out the bushes firin', make you surprise hit of the year
And just off GP, my niggaz be blazin' easily
Shoot entire fam' when we shoot, show you some decency
Avidly raw, rhyme with a mechanical jaw; and we won't fight you
Hit you with the MA-282 .50 Caliber sniper rifle
Go 'head and try to hide them secrets, what you gon' do?
When your casket drops, they'll have plenty of dirt to dig up on you
After that sex change, I guess you not the man now
Cut off your arms, you the best MC, hands down
We manipulate, young impressionable minds with extremely exceptional rhymes
Celph Titled's the one you idolize
Sellin' cassette tapes with Don Lapre
Marketing my methods on exactly how the god will speak
With deadly words that'll rearrange your clique
I'm in the bathroom with a Tommy gun, droppin' gangsta shit

oh and Prodigy shitted on Pac on this... I love Pac but DAMN...

5ACMDW42eOI

A real man would never put his hands on a woMAN, but a punk bitch aint no lady.

Masta Ace - Crazy Drunken Style

I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It’s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I’m swingin like my dick on the toilet when I’m shittin
I try to eat right, so don’t even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I’m waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like paxton
Ring goes the ? ? ? , ding-ding goes the bell
It’s the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don’t match your necks
It’s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck’s

2Pac - Thug Luv

"I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap. Prayin', so Father please forgive me. Police be rushin' when they see me. I flaunted America's Most Wanted live on T.V. Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name. We all gon' die. We bleed through similar veins. Yous explain to me now. Don't panic when my guns burst. Heard the last jam, nigga? This one's worse. My nigga, Bone held the chrome 'til I came home. Thug luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; some niggas no longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and grieve. It's a cold ass world. Niggas kill you in your sleep. Watch me. Until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me, I got thug luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me."

ATCQ (Q-Tip) - Luck of Lucien
"Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other.
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast.
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed
Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail.
? on sale, your rumour starts to wail.
Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail.
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail.
Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails.
(Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?)
From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris,
Came to America to find liberty.
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery,
But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me.
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy.
Next time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy.
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could,
But listen, brother man, I really think you can.
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back.
It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that.
It'll take a minute, ?rice?, so take my advice.
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life.
Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien.
You should know!"

Jay Z.. D'Evils verse 3

My flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doin' skits like Homie
You don't know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learnin' got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo
Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers
Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...


and the second verse of Squeeze 1st, not the best lyrically but dude rip'd the shit outta that verse, esp when he's like "i did some things i admit it, wasnt proud of it but i was child FUCK IT".. rippage

See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fuck it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
Ahh shit man...
Young Hova ya heard?
Who could fuck wit him?

Twista's verse with Royce 5'9 on Let's Go

Tell me who the fuck want what
Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin
Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them niggaz from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what?

Big Punisher's official first verse.

Off of DITC's album.

Aiyyo it's funny dunn
The two nicest niggas unite as one
Collide the sun wit the moon, BOOM!!
I leave you brighted from
My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit?
Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon
And curl the planets
I'm ?palanatic? wit lyrics spannin for galaxies
Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme
I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
It's satisfaction guaranteed
Wit Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
I have to be perfectly honest
You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us
With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits
I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise
Now you know me for life
Six, Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice

niggas ask why I use my glock
'cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, or I'ma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where junk heads and zombies dwell
And niggas keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells
Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
'cause I'll cock back the mack and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'ma run in your crib
Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga that's how it is, I get it just how I live
'cause me without a gun is like Queens without the bridge
Classic cut, this is how an O.G. live
Lamped in village, and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
Back blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones

- Trife Da God on Biscuits

Eminems second verse on The Way I am

[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant
And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -
- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately
Points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
Havin this happenin (this happenin)..
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and it's burnin and I have returned

Well... To name someone else then nas or eminem...

I really like this verse...

XZibit, the song is back 2 the way it was, album is weapons of mass destructions.. so it's recent.


Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame
that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name?
Played those games nigga when I was younger in life
'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife
Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us
Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us
When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic
Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard
But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor
I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster
I move in silence, speak with violence
Think with science, live free and walk with lions
Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat
It takes a nation of millions to hold me back
Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about
It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth
It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out
Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out
Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son
And change the world with the power of one c'mon

Andre Nickatina

I smoke chewy like a motha fuckin nut
Got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up

Andre Nickatina, smoke dope and rap

im doin this 1 from my memory

I smoke chewy like a motha fuckin nut
Got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
Cuz a nigga like me cant fake it when Im high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the colors from the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we aint done yet
Get anotha one blazed like a bar-b-que beef
And aint nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth

wow that was fuckin horrible.

only good song andre nickatina has is Ayo for Yayo

Rakim- The 18th letter
What, uhh, yo
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains till things change
They strain to slang sling, I’m trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by king james
Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress the status of cleopatra’s
Stacks of mathematics took the ego-a-geatics
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip mo’s with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for moses
Shine permanently only my mind’s concernin me
Fire burns in me eternally time’s eternity
Followers turn on me they’ll be in a mental infirmary
Determinely advance technology better than germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for noah
From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround saturn
From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain’t it vicious
Date back I go beyond check the holy qu’ran
To speeches at the altar on, now we get our party on
So being benificent, I bless em with dialogue
They expectin, the next testament by the god
I blow em through battlezones with chrome for chaperone
Blast beats with saxophones one of the baddest rapper’s known
Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
Isle and alley and meadow theories ferile enough to echo
When it was one mass of land, with one nash’ of man
And the whole mass was ran under one master plan
Since the world’s metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin off but the needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors
It’ll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers, to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip-hop is I’m always ready to drop it
From the mind which is one of allah’s best designs
And mines’ll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

The 18th letter, the prophesy professor
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together
Bring up praise from mecca, make a phrase for the better
In new days to remember, always and forever
(repeat 2x)

Cappadonna on Ghostface's Winter Warz:


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

no Common verses???

yall bastards

Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between greed and need
On the streets where intuition and weed are breed
Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray J Of this rap world
I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
Grand like Auto Theft 3
Style so developed the law cant arrest me
You walk with blood on your shirt
Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people
See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle
I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do
And bleed thru the needle with truth
That needs no preview to proof its in the people
And how they react still in the business of smacking
Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites
attract my mind state is black
Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap

not too many MCs can top that:D

Yo niggaz don't want none of this
Niggaz know they can't f**k with this
Turn this shit up just a little more

I walk the night in rhymin armor bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded
I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it's teethin
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind , body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine
Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like
[Hungry lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthaf**ka night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven

(scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)



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again... Common is that nigga

Black Thought


Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out
Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now
Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about
Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout
Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit
Those that love me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit
Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit
I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man
I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches
People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left
I watch my back, and watch my step
And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on

Kno on "Things I Dream"
Fumblin with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingers
Become infected with feeling so I'm electing this evenin
To end my life without reason cus I'm indicted for treason
Closin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedin
Cus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetin
With Jesus seeking redemption but he don't need my repentance
For he who feels my intentions sees that my deepest depression
Is feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essence
The pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin my blessins
Ever since a meek adolescence that saw.. me beaten by freshmen
Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers
They used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretions
So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection
And gettin lost in the music is only soothin for stretches
Cus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these records
You'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you

Big Pun on "The Dream Shatterer"

Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
cause he ain't worth jack
Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon pana we be mob rhymers
Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda
A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar

That's the first verse... all three are ill as hell but I think that's my favourite.

Verse One: Holla at me, 2pac

Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga dreams
how could you do me like that ?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
we can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do ?
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye
Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me

Aimed at Biggie. That is the worst diss he could have ever sent the fat man's way. Sooo personal, and the way he lays it down is flawless.

Q.U. Hectic

[Prodigy]
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; leavin niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X)

[Havoc]
As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred
Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me
That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields
You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
Til you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

Cage on Among sleep

Genesis Elijah - Deh Pon Road

Cuz where I live, cats can get you anything for twenty quid
TV's? Hi-fi's? Consoles?.. Twenty quid (wow)
We got crackheads jackin shit from their relatives
Fuck morals and ethics, if it sells then they're selling it
Outside the shops the neighbourhood cotch
Ain't no Neighbourhood Watch, your yard gets robbed and the neighbours just watch
And mans are tryna get an eighth for your watch
I know it's bait, they got the flamers by their waist and for the papers they pop
You dissappear like magic, abrakadabra, I'm off to Fabric (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fabric_(club))
Rocking a headwrap, pills concealed within the fabric
It's manic
We got crews poppin breh's, yoots shottin grade, dudes lock in cage, blue's knocking pay, tragic
You're cussin, you're scuffing, you're bluffing, you're nothing, tour crushing forth bussin your skull in (Ohhh)
War's coming, pure ruckin, more gunning, you're lucky you're ducking four buckys all bussin (Wooaaahhhh)

Sick verse...

Esoteric - War Ensemble

I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory
Mad expository expedition in your auditory
Categories don't apply
Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps
Like cateracts your habitat is Halifax
Once I run you out your native city
Shay's committee is pretty witty we show no pity
I deflate then separate wack MCs who replicate
Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate
I devastate, homosapian metabolism
Like human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
My precision makes incisions on your acrotism
Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms
I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix
That's the basics
Hologram brought The Matrix
To fake kids
Fifty dead MCs to my credit
Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric

Mr. Fantastik - Rapp Snitch Knishes

tight profile low
like ay and paid in full
attract heavy cash cuz the game centrifical
mr. fantastik, long throat like elastic
got my life with twin glocks
thats made outta plastic
can't stand around brown nosin' nigga
fake ass bastard admiring my style
told bust through manhatan
plottin' playin' the quickest
my flows the sickest
my hoes be the thickest
my dro the stickiest
street nigga, stamped and bonified
when beef jump niggas come get me cuz they know i ride
true to the ski-mask new yorks my origin
play a fake gangsta like a old accordian
or caught in the hymn when the d's rushed in
complication from the wild testimony was thin
caused this man to go up north the boy hit him again
lame rapp snitch nigga even told on a mexican


Fatlip - Passin Me BY

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


Bootie Brown - Ya Mama

Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop
Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit
She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies

Refrain:

On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute
Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot
She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that

Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama

OC - Jewelz

Yo my movement motion
Smooth or rough as the ocean
Sometimes it slip away and I lose devotion
My judgement get cloudy
Then I wanna get rowdy
Like Arabia
Terrorize like Saudi Arabia
My avons reflects my mood swing
Switch colors like a mood ring
Wifey telling me good things
So I won't strain
Got grey hairs, and only been here 25 years
Shed tears for niggaz I knew for life, now lifeless
When u died to us, was like the Iranian crisis
I took it hard like a flick slow mo' breathing
Prophetize dot of a book______summer night's dreaming
Semi-wet as I write this
Dragging the cancer sticks
Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig
Half naked while I jot this
Lounging in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas
I get a boner
When am asleep dreaming that im louging on a yaucht
(Chillin in the sun), bom bout the leave the docks
Reality I wake up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust
It's just the...


Raekwon and RZA - Wu Gambinos

This goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow like llello, ley no
Plus coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah

[Meth]
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is shinin
Solid gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

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 grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Ghostface - Verbal Intercourse

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

Ghostface - Can It Be That It Was All So Simple Then

Yo!
Kickin the fly cliches
Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots
Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hangin on my living room wall
My first joint, and it went gold
I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spot light
Gettin my dick rubbed all night
I wanna have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now, it just a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed
Be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin all types of calls from upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
Settlin for lesser
The god left lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
Continue to make hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
[Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga
Word up
It's on like that]


Just a few of my favorites.

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin
Slay em in the eighth inning
Stay truck, god stay playin linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills
Y'all niggas lyin
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
Go broke, all seen, done it
Words from the heavy set
If I don't eat, then we already met
Fly ass bro, liver than coke