Music: What was the Greatest Hip Hop VERSE of All-Time?

[N*E*R*D]

Tenn Points, Cool Breeze (I think 8-Balls verse):

All this pain got me goin' through recovery
Withdrawal pains from my ghetto life and concrete streets
Get it how you live, I live hard, that's how I get it
Execute them punk niggas that ain't wit it

Straight thuggin', my face wrinkles, my mind sprinkles
Mounds livin' off the track, shinin' it like twinkle
Ride the beat, 160 like my white Impala
Hit that spray and leave them niggas for them dollas

I can't explain why, but Tangaray and [unverified]
Bring out the mothafuckin' dog in the real niggas
Do you remember rap used to be so fun shit?
Now niggas gettin' killed over who they run with

Run with me, and see if I give a fuck though
Wicked when I kick it, most expected to do dope flows
Underground, treasured by the ones who listen to it
Respected in the field by them soldiers who really do it

I'm on the front line, moral for the troops
Makin' niggas lace their boots, and hit they mark when they shoot
Lord, forgive me, but my people must defend their people
It's gonna take mass destruction just to see we all equal

Forty days and forty nights, we gon' fight and get wreckless
If I die, fresh play, and I will be resurrected
Eyes red as fire, flash the grill for the non-believers
And we gon' let the child lead us, let the child lead us

Bruh That album. One word "Perfection".

I thought I was the only one that knew that this cd was a classic

 

[playahaitian]

Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees
S dots with polo fleeces
Purple label shit with the logo secret
Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in
A couple words and like peaches and herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?"
Well I do this in my slumber summer
I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer
I drop heat, when you bring the sun up
The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up
Niggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ ya
Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
I ain't making you the butt of my jokes
But let's not stray from what I came to say
To my beloved, think we need some time away
They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay
It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed
From the public, who should've gave me the pulitz'
Instead gave me they ass to kiss
But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips
But still shine light down on all my peers
I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share
And all the success I received, I know you can't believe
I still love 'em but they don't love me
They like the drunk uncle in your family
You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same
It's like when niggaz make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid
Keep entering the danger zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker c'mon
Say when, take ten paces and spin
But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca'
On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode
His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good
But any day you know a nigga could
Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz
You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
Niggaz can't fuck with me
I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove
And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up
But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
Now I'm +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth and
Young niggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion​

 

[shaddyvillethug]

Masta Ace verse on triumph > Dek verse

Cappadonna verse on winter warz > all wutang verses combined on any song.

so far the best verse i have heard in my entire life has to be....





kanye

 

[donwuan]

There are so many but this is an ole school that always got me hype....

Picture a nigga that's raw Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow em out the water Word to me, fuck the father My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade 5 seconds before you get played You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up Then I take advantage, you can't manage To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up Like a dude you can bet on Collide like a head on Collision, stutter steppin is an incision Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you all But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol When I blast some solid ass alcatraz And if you escape, you better swim fast 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally And the capital punishment's the penalty Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go Off and show off to throw off the law Turn, take 10 paces then draw What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale

That was the hardest shit I ever heard at that point. Ice Cube was a beast.

 

[donwuan]

Nas is like earth, wind and fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
Nas is like Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin', techs on blocks

Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin' fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked

They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall but I rise, thug or die
Makin' choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is


NAS - NAS IS LIKE

 

[Sirius BlackNY]

Biggie - Flavor in Your Ear Remix

Biggie Killed this track I'm no sure why he went first I would not have gotten on the track after that verse.

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Uhhhhhh,
Uhhhhhh,
Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,
Fuck a fair one I get mines the fast way,
The ski mask way,
Uhh,
Ransom notes,
Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,
[What ya' tote]
more guns than roses,
Foes is,
shaking in their boots,
Invisible bullies like The Gooch,
Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,
Take them rhymes back to the factory,
I see,
The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,
The shit is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,
You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,
You shoulda been a cop...fuck hip-hop,
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,
Pack the gat a lot,
The flav's bout to drop uhh,

 

[Shotta042807]

this thread is funny, all a matter of opinion really...

here's some of mines:

Im here with the hip-hop legend, Premier
Premo I got you
Check me out now, behold lyricism
Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
I'm limitless, envision this is genesis
I'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritless
Welcome to the revelations of a lyricist
Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
I'm limitless envision this is genesis
Ima rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritless
The revelations of a lyricist
I CAN'T BREATHE!
I got the smell of death in my nose
Blood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothes
The best kept secret, thought that I would never be told
Sit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flows
Cuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzilla
When its time to sing songs, I'm king kong
when its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS black
Motherfucker I'm a monster
You wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsor
Take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas
Collect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobsta
Walk through this concrete jungle like I was Kontra
Like dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta)
Hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barber
Come through and put in that work with the revolver
You wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfer
I dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the author
Wrote the period, the question mark, and the comma
Wrote the first, second, and the third part of the saga
Yeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go harder
Yesterday, the day before, today and tomorrow
I blood sweat and tears, shit piss and saliva
Bought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walker
Shine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollar
No drama
When I see you I say thats my son
Not cause you my man, cause I'm ur father
Got a lot of verses, more hooks than Tarver
Underground king like Arthur
You find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bother
And your customer chose me cause mines is harder
Next time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed ya
Your sale (cell) dead like you need a charger
Daily departa, I'm known to bang that tool
Papoose, you aint never heard a name that cool
Spittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rule
Somebody with no bars musta made that rule
The industry owe me a lot, this a payback move
Ride the track like a Maybach, smooth
They say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun right
You goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype
They guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight
Cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice
What would you do if they had a plot for your life
And all you really had was a glock and one mic
Papoose, walk through they blocks with them ice
Go to they pizza shop, and stop for one slice
Get some garlic on the top and one sprite
Now thats enough time to pop if you want right?
But if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice
Cuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knife
They mad cause I got more checks than air nikes
If I want it, I cops it on site
When it comes to spending money I stop at no price
I take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dice
That four powerful enough to drop both y'all
Had a whole block flooded with the high most squad
I could see straight through you like a hydro jaw
My gun bust like I aint got no car
A lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhyme
When I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhyme
When I'm sexing my chick I see a rhyme
And weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhyme
Why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme
I got enough bars to give you a three to nine
The supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricist
Deliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquist
With splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis
Put an end to this senselessness..

 

[shaddyvillethug]

yo lemme get the fuck up outta here

u east coast niggas all in this bitch

imout

 

[Tuco]

I'm talking completely...

cadence, polysyllabic words, creativity, flow, breath control, patterns, simile, metaphors, rhymes, double entendres, slang, references, etc.

I nominate this...which pretty much fits EVERY category.

​

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​

my NIGGA! Same wavelength yo. i saw this thread topic and just KNEW da OP was gon put Deck's verse on Triumph! Gets my fuckin vote

 

[Rick Ronson]

Scarface (final verse)

 

[Shotta042807]

favorite verses:

idk, what's the criteria? wordplay, emotions/feelings, can you visualize it?, metaphors, flow, etc.

ghostface - tony/montana (by cormega), guillotines (by raekwon)
cappadonna - winter warz (by ghost)
inspectah deck - triumph (by wu)
melle me - world war iii (pick 1)
nas - one mic, nas is like (pick 1), halftime (verse 2)
az - life's a bitch (got it memorized) (by nas), fuck probably a bunch more
cormega - built for this, unforgiven
big pun - twinz, firewater
rakim - follow the leader (pick 1), i got soul (i start to think & then I sink into the paper, like i was ink....) classic (by krs1, nas)
immortal technique - industrial revolution
notorious - victory
jadakiss - why?
dr.dre - imagine (or whoever wrote that verse)
canibus - poet laureate II
2pac - never had a friend like me
slick rick - shit, probably a bunch of verses off art of story telling

royce da 5'9 gotta be on there too
joe buddens
kurupt
andre 3ooo
canibus
scarface
big daddy k.a.n.e.
krs
cube
kool g rap
guru
pharoah monch
mos def
dj quik
twista
eminem


idk fck all the greats probably had a "greatest verse" at one time. What u consider the greatest ever, could be blown out the box tomorrow....

 

[fluidmedia]

tupac death around the corner is the realest verse in hip hop

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless
Them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner


when this came out that was my life

 

[jasonblacc]

tupac death around the corner is the realest verse in hip hop

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless
Them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, that's on my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner


when this came out that was my life

fixed

 

[SELDOM-SEEN]

I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
Extra events, the grand finale like bonus
I am the man they call the Microphonist

With wisdom which means wise words bein' spoken
Too many at one time, watch the mic start smokin'
I came to express the rap I manifest
Stand in my way and I'll be the one words protest

MC's that wanna be dissed, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from, in fronta
All they can go get is me, a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet

I take seven MC's, put 'em in a line
And add seven more brothas, who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take seven more before I go for mine
And that's twenty-one MC's, ate up at the same time

Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin'
No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin'
No robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother
This slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow

My unusual style will confuse you a while
If I was water, I flow in the Nile
So many rhymes you won't have time to go for your's
Just because of a 'cause I have to pause

Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucka, duck MC out there
'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty, my melody

 

[playahaitian]

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

 

[playahaitian]

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons

Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan

Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa

You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White

intake light tokes, tote iron

Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin

Keep extra clips for extra shit

Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap

The most shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby

Ain't no tellin where I may be

May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin

with my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin

You should know my steelo

Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show

to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'

so, Jesus, get off the Notorious

penis, before I squeeze and bust

If the beef between us, we can settle it

With the chrome and metal shit

I make it hot, like a kettle get

You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya

You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure

BIGGIE!!!!!!

 

[TheFuser]

great choices. Triumph is that work.

I'll throw one in the arena. Not sure if it's the greatest, but it's one of my favorites.... Eminem's 2nd verse... ((sidenote -- the older I get, the more I appreciate Jay's verses on this jawn))



See I'm a poet to some
A regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as
A monger of hate, Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case
See it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat
Who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake
Simple as whistlin' Dixie
While I'm wavin' the pistol
At sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons
Take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water
No wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful
Delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube
Motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do?
(Huh?)
I'm just a kid
From the gutter
Makin' this butter
Off these bloodsuckers
Cause I'm a muh'fuckin'

 

[bobrob]

My Favorite Big from "Keep Your Hands High"

(Notorious B.I.G.)
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck the hip-hop, them one-two's and it don't stop
Me and my nigga Lance, took him and Cease in vans
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
from Branson, now we lamp in, twelve room mansions
Bitches get naked off Get Money, Playas Anthem
Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits
Other shit niggaz spit be counterfeit
Robbing come naturally, in and out like fuckin rapidly
Pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest where his back should be
Fuckin blasphemy, blast me, your family rest in coffins
Often, Franquiza, far from soft or fragile, uh
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer
slash guerilla, slash illest turn iller

 

[An RnB Thug]

This is my Favorite Song, I'm upset you posted
some bullshit Cac deciphered shit.
I'm more mad you don't know the difference

Either verse, pick one....Melle Mel was so underrated. His lyrics still ring true...




Beat Street Breakdown
Beat Street the King of the Beat
They see ya Rockin' That Beat from across the Street
Beat Street is a Lesson Too, Because You Can't Let The Streets Beat You
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/melle+mel/beat+street+breakdown_20863327.html ]
Well A Picture Can Express A Thousand Words And Describe All the Beauty of Life you Give
And if The Whole World was Yours To Do over I know You'd Paint A Better Place To live
Where the Colors would Swirl and the Boys and Girls Can grow in Peace and Harmony
And where Murals Stand on walls so Grand As far as the Eye Are Able to see
I never Knew Art 'Til I Saw Your Face And There'll never be one to take your place
Cause Each Time you Touch The Spay paint Can Michelangleo's Soul Control's your Hand
Then Serenades of Blue and Red and the Beauty of the Rainbow Fills Your Head
Kershendo Colors Play in tune Man Why O'why'd You Have To Die so Soon
Ashes to Ashes and Dust To Dust Where The Good Die Young is All Thy Must
Cause As Life must Live Death Must Die and the Tears shall fall from the Livin' Eye
The Tear Drops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful Lady that you left Behind
In Love and Alone but now you're dead and she still can't get you out of her Head
More tears fall for all you've done Tryin' to be a good father to your only Son
But Now who's gonna make sure he's fed put a shirt on his back and a roof over head
Tell me who's gonna Dream the Impossible Dream of the Beautiful cities and the Islands Genes (?)
When your Works of Art Brought into being All that The Ghetto Stopped you from seein'
Bums on the Side Walk, Garbage in the Street, Abandon Buildings, Bricks and concrete
The Ladies on the Corner Sellin' that Body and Everybody wants a part in that party
I'm Hangin' Out Tough, Rockin' Late at Night, Runnin' Wild in the town of the Neon Light
You Either play some ball or stand in the Hall, You gotta make somethin' out of Nothin' at All
I'm sittin' in the classroom learnin' the rules and it say you can't do Graffiti in School
They can't be Wrong in the Hollowed Hall so my Notebook turned into a BRICK Wall
The heart of A lion and The Courage of Three and the mind of a man MUCH wiser than Me
And The soul of a brother who won't come Back, Who Died in My Arms on the railroad Tracks
Cause I'm Caught in The rat race, lookin' for for my own space, There's gotta be a better place for you and Me
There's pie in the Sky and Eye for an Eye, Some people gotta die just to be Free
Search for Justice and what do you find, You find Just Us on the Unemployment Line
You find Just Us Sweatin' From Dawn to Dusk, There's no Justice, There's Just Us!
Still Life Urban Masterpiece, your Trademark was written on Trains and Walls
A Million Dollar gift only god Relief And yet you got Killed for nothin' at All
So After this there'll be No More Hard Time, No more bad time and no more pain
No more chump change, none of that Bull, just Movies, Museums, and The Hall of Fame
So All You Hip Hops get on Up and Take it to the Top where We Belong
Cause The Age of the Beat street Wave is here, everybody Lets sing along, now, c'mon and say Ho (Ho! ) Say Ho (Ho! )
And To let me know I'm rockin' the microphone Everybody say Ramoe (Ramoe! ) Ramoe (Ramoe! )

A Newspaper Burns in the Sand and the headlines say: "MAN, DESTROYS MAN!"
Extra, Extra, Read all the bad news on the War for Peace that everybody'll Lose
The rise and fall of the last great empire, the sound of the whole WORLD caught on fire
The Ruthless Struggle, The Desprate Gamble, the Game that left the whole world in Shambles
The cheat, the lies, the alibis and the foolish atempt to conquer the skies
Lost in space but what is it worth, the president just forgot about earth
Spendin' mutli-billions and maybe even trillions, the cost of weapons ran into zillions
The gold in the street and there's dimonds under feet and the children in africa don't even eat
Flies on their faces they're livin' like mice and the houses even make the ghetto look nice
The water tastes funny it's forever too sunny and they work all month and don't make no money
A fight for power, a Nucier Shower, The People shout out in the Darkest Hour
The Sight's unseen and voices unheard and Finally the bomb get the last word
Christians killed Muslims and Germans killed Jews and everybody's body is Used and Abused
Minds are poisoned and Souls are Polluted, Supierority complexes deep rooted
Allegiance are Licensed and People got Prices, Ego Maniacs control the Self Rightious
Nothin' is Sacred and nothin' is pure, so the Revelation of Death is our cure
Hitler and Ceaser, Custard and Reagan, Napoleon, Castro, Musollini and
Begin Gangus Khan and the Shah of Iran, Mixed with the Blood of the Weaker Man
The People's in Terror, the Leaders made the error and they can't even look in the mirror
Cause We got to suffer, while things get rougher and that's the reason why we got to get tougher
Learn from the Past, work for the future and don't be a slave to no computer
Cause the Children of Man inherits the land and the future of the world is in your hands
Just Throw your hands in the Air, and Wave'em like you just don't care and if you blieve that you're the future
Scream it out and Say Oh Yeah (Oh Yeah! ) Oh Yeah (Oh Yeah! ) Beat Street!

 

[popular opinion]

Royce Boom

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it

 

[CeeloChamp]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5dk1P_638s



Both verses are fucking amazing!!!!! probably the hotest verses i've ever heard and if u listen you will agree with me but mosdef second verse is definitely the hottest verse ever spit in rap history!!!!

 

[yeahman727]

Real Talk Most Impressive Rap Song To ME EVER!!!!


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This is dam near poetry............ One of the most fluid songs to date...


Andre's Verse

 

[D-TOWN REP]

Easily

 

[dHustla]

any Pimp C verse.....

This

Hi Life

Diamonds &Wood

Sent from my DROID BIONIC using Tapatalk

 

[myron1210]

 

[Varis]

" im not robocop im chubb rock "

 

[EPDC]

This is my Favorite Song, I'm upset you posted
some bullshit Cac deciphered shit.
I'm more mad you don't know the difference

Chill Son! I was on my phone and copied the first link to the lyrics I found.

That song is my favorite display of Melle Mel's talent as a lyricist. Crazy that that song is damn near 28 years old.

 

[xcluesiv]

subbed with the quickness , that Lauryn verse from zealots right after that deck verse had to sub to this ASAP

 

[z1590]

I still say THE MESSAGE is the greatest Rap Song ever

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you're playin', where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!"
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

 

[God's Gift]

Can posters please post the artist and song title if possible so I and others can illegally download the music suggested here.

 

[blackmarket]

Thats like askin who's the finest bitch ever but I'll throw a name out there off the top for my fellow music industry heads and real hip-hop lovers (cuz most won't remember or never even heard this joint): Somebody please help with the embed

Frankie Cutlass - You And You And You...(Redman's verse)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MAGxbiWZFI

I endeavor, clever, Funk Doctor brings the storm weather
you ready or not it's time to set shop up
Lock up your doors while my metaphors make your glock pop up
Chief unique Rocka, bitch knocka
Fuckin up the place with unseen extremes
Disasters that Freddy couldn't possibly imagine
Beatin down beats like BeatNuts bruise crews
Damage your conscience, totally fuckin your sleep up
I need that OJ Juice in my system
That make us income, off the victims
Freaky deaky, blow your Platoon to Twins with Dangerous,
Minds I'm the expert mic cord strangler
Bang ya head like a car wreck collision
My reefer, thick like boricuas, I love hittin
The sub mission, go through thirty packs of rubbers
Frankie Cutlass, use the cutters, fuck ya
Demolish, leave most MC's jobless
Boxin, apple cobblers, at Roy Rogers
I make it happen, freeze Alaskans, with my armaggedeon
Plus make Martin, get to steppin
What cha wanna do when I'm comin for you
Run through your fuckin crew like the flu, check it

I'm sure I can sit here all day and find better verses but Reggie ripped that shit up

 

[playahaitian]

Thats like askin who's the finest bitch ever but I'll throw a name out there off the top for my fellow music industry heads and real hip-hop lovers (cuz most won't remember or never even heard this joint): Somebody please help with the embed

Frankie Cutlass - You And You And You...(Redman's verse)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MAGxbiWZFI

I endeavor, clever, Funk Doctor brings the storm weather
you ready or not it's time to set shop up
Lock up your doors while my metaphors make your glock pop up
Chief unique Rocka, bitch knocka
Fuckin up the place with unseen extremes
Disasters that Freddy couldn't possibly imagine
Beatin down beats like BeatNuts bruise crews
Damage your conscience, totally fuckin your sleep up
I need that OJ Juice in my system
That make us income, off the victims
Freaky deaky, blow your Platoon to Twins with Dangerous,
Minds I'm the expert mic cord strangler
Bang ya head like a car wreck collision
My reefer, thick like boricuas, I love hittin
The sub mission, go through thirty packs of rubbers
Frankie Cutlass, use the cutters, fuck ya
Demolish, leave most MC's jobless
Boxin, apple cobblers, at Roy Rogers
I make it happen, freeze Alaskans, with my armaggedeon
Plus make Martin, get to steppin
What cha wanna do when I'm comin for you
Run through your fuckin crew like the flu, check it

I'm sure I can sit here all day and find better verses but Reggie ripped that shit up

"from here to HAITI"

this was my joint!!!​

 

[bingo]

More rhyming, pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing
Raw lining, Paul Simon touring... I'm in
Boring type an, snoring pipe when. Hyper than four hype men
Excited writing, trifling times ten - long stay
Songs play, gone haywire, wrong way on the interstate - integrate all day
It's just a small phase, that's what them all say
Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway
Meant to be sold not told to friendly enemies
Remember these intentionally, empathy please
Silent moment. Violent prone atonement, miles a minute on a microphone
Own rent, loan spent
No debt, ass bet, fast get cash jet
Master mix smash, asterisk, stashed it, last not least
Pass the pot of hot grease
Gease shot, not easily spotted, plot cease, snot release
Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well
Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail
Get the message by bird mail or turds flail
Villain man best nerd male ya heard wail
An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannys
Before she look he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties, a plan B
When in Rome, go back home and get real dome
From a well known crack gnome
He talk to hiself
when he need someone to hate on
The black McCain campaign negative debate-a-thon
Gone wrong on a song
Who's zooming who? Knew it was you DOOM all along
Ever since he first started the art it's been worth it
Soon to charter a stint on part of the chitlin circuit
Word kid! Get your ticket from the telepath
Wikit wickit wickit! On electroencephalograph

I would put Figaro or Monkey Suite ahead of that but not by much. Either way DOOM is that dude.

 

[vandamation]

Verbal intercourse
Nas

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

... AND WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!!...

 

[GT2BK007]

this thread is funny, all a matter of opinion really...

here's some of mines:

Im here with the hip-hop legend, Premier
Premo I got you
Check me out now, behold lyricism
Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
I'm limitless, envision this is genesis
I'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritless
Welcome to the revelations of a lyricist
Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
I'm limitless envision this is genesis
Ima rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritless
The revelations of a lyricist
I CAN'T BREATHE!
I got the smell of death in my nose
Blood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothes
The best kept secret, thought that I would never be told
Sit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flows
Cuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzilla
When its time to sing songs, I'm king kong
when its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS black
Motherfucker I'm a monster
You wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsor
Take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas
Collect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobsta
Walk through this concrete jungle like I was Kontra
Like dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta)
Hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barber
Come through and put in that work with the revolver
You wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfer
I dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the author
Wrote the period, the question mark, and the comma
Wrote the first, second, and the third part of the saga
Yeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go harder
Yesterday, the day before, today and tomorrow
I blood sweat and tears, shit piss and saliva
Bought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walker
Shine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollar
No drama
When I see you I say thats my son
Not cause you my man, cause I'm ur father
Got a lot of verses, more hooks than Tarver
Underground king like Arthur
You find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bother
And your customer chose me cause mines is harder
Next time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed ya
Your sale (cell) dead like you need a charger
Daily departa, I'm known to bang that tool
Papoose, you aint never heard a name that cool
Spittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rule
Somebody with no bars musta made that rule
The industry owe me a lot, this a payback move
Ride the track like a Maybach, smooth
They say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun right
You goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype
They guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight
Cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice
What would you do if they had a plot for your life
And all you really had was a glock and one mic
Papoose, walk through they blocks with them ice
Go to they pizza shop, and stop for one slice
Get some garlic on the top and one sprite
Now thats enough time to pop if you want right?
But if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice
Cuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knife
They mad cause I got more checks than air nikes
If I want it, I cops it on site
When it comes to spending money I stop at no price
I take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dice
That four powerful enough to drop both y'all
Had a whole block flooded with the high most squad
I could see straight through you like a hydro jaw
My gun bust like I aint got no car
A lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhyme
When I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhyme
When I'm sexing my chick I see a rhyme
And weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhyme
Why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme
I got enough bars to give you a three to nine
The supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricist
Deliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquist
With splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis
Put an end to this senselessness..

Well Damn ni99a this shit here is certified crack!!!