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

playahaitian

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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​
 

playahaitian

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Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
It's against the laws of Physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like Carlos Sanatana plays
Black Magic Woman
So while you fuming, I'm consuming
Mango juice under Polaris,
You're just embarrassed
Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthaf**ker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
As I sow my rap oats
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.
 

playahaitian

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I'll take 30 electric chairs
and put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
and set'em free from thier doom.
just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
when we begin
the wheel of furtune it spins
holdin'
the rhythm like elastic
moldin'
your whole body like plastic
so why try to deny what ya already know ya love
up above
cause the mania
hysteria
in the streets
while ya lovers gettin merrier
in the sheets
I met this lady named
sweet young thing and
she gave me that feelin
that sunshine bring in.
Hordable
sportable
totally affordable
silky smooth
voice was real audible.
I said your cool as Ice Cuba
she said, "your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw.
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
for you to be manifested."
She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
make ya feel Bran Nubien
in-stant-ly.
Boogie Down
and check this Production.
Gimme them lips
they look good for suction.
She said, "Sweet tease
cool with a little almond joy
on the side
just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
turn on the lights
and see me on the couch.
I said, "Do the jingle
and your from around the way.
I like your earrings
L's
but anyway...
Your grand-daddy is
here to spread cheer.
Somethin nice and smooth
with my tounge in your ear.
Give me a snack
some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
Ice Cube T
or if you prefer the
taste of honey Kid
ride in my Capri and
that's the joint
they got the real clear CD in.
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
I don't know what type of man ya are.
You might know karate
do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
 

hog fat

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Rakim: My Melody.

Verse Four:

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 lead a ??? 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 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 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
Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
My melody...
 

EPDC

El Pirate Del Caribe
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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 big Wall
The heart of A lion and The Courage of Three and the mind of a man mush 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, This Story's Mad!"
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 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
Liegends are Lisenced and People got Prices, Ego Maniacs control the Self Rightious
Nothin' is Sacred and nothin' is pure, so the Revelation effct is our cure
Hitler and Ceaser, Custard and Reagan, Napoleon, Castro, Musollini and
Gangus Khan and the of Iran, Meant for 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 inherates 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!
 

Mr. Met

So Amazin
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You guys are dropping anthologies and dude only asked for a verse.

"No stopping this, I'm dropping this with hip-hop in this,
And when the topic is topic less then I'm writing the apocoloyse."
- Rakim
 

higherthenyall

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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
 

BDR

BeatDownRecs
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Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, Heart of a King
Turn my voice up

Ayo, the brother is "Stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another "Illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professionals, stick up child's dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus this is survival

Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, yea
Huh, Braveheart
 

Jay_from_dade

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Rap is too big a genre to say off all time. You should narrow it down by artist. Like best Jay-z verse or best Andre verse. Because everyone gonna post a different rapper due to musical preference.
 

playahaitian

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Rap is too big a genre to say off all time. You should narrow it down by artist. Like best Jay-z verse or best Andre verse. Because everyone gonna post a different rapper due to musical preference.

you right cuz...but if you look at the current crop of rappers...

it makes you appreciate the true school MCs more, and I think it wasnt EVERYONE spitting concise complete comprehend and HARD verses...not just songs...

I am a BIG Meth fan but it was his FLOW that really carried his style...

If we did by individual ARTIST...shit REDman would have a 50 page thread:D
 

woodchuck

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OG Investor
Rakim: My Melody.

Verse Four:

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 lead a ??? words protest
MC's that wanna be THIS 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 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 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
Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
My melody...

......
 

beckbristow

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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
 

Jay_from_dade

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Mic check one two.. we recordin?
I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
I strangled you to death then I choked you again
Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin
You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally
I get you blunted off of funny home grown
Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono
(Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!)
My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!)
Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez
Follow me and do exactly what the song says:
smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink
And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill
Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill
Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave?
And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave?

^^^^Let the hate start...now
 

Jay_from_dade

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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".
 

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My vote:
3rd Verse is Vicious:


I am internally evolving entirely
Extensive eclectic expression eloquently
Instantly innovative, Courageously creative
I'm driven, this God given gift it comes naturally to the native
Not a need for the dramatics or the systematic
Simplicities, strictly science and mathematics
The mastermind of the mighty mystical and magical moves
And metaphors manifests masterpieces
Thoroughly fury through the inner mind's eye establishes this syn-thesis
Of these innermost, insightful, intriguing interpretations of extreme intelligence
My commonsense is no co-incidence
Caution: competitors approach carefully
I'm able to see
Rare ranges of distance, I expect respect
There's no tolerance for negligence, never
You'll forever
Feel the wrath of the pure and powerful poetry, permanently
Pre-meditative, political, critical, compellin, story-tellin
Defining desire, faith fuelin the fire
Brilliance, ?? philosophical, psychological willingly waging warfare,
Withstandin, commandin, demandin the listening ears to hear what God's forcin
Instead endorsin education. Equality, not hate
Just revolution of the mind state
Note mere words but emotions
Which is essential, influential provin my people's potential
Militancy, innocence, insight, listen to God then write
Since my birth date I been tight!
Shit
 

Mister X

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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
 

Jay_from_dade

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


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knightmelodic

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Pick a verse


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knightmelodic

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Hilarious and clever lyrics and a bangin' beat.

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I can't pick one greatest verse, but IMO Lauryn Hill had the best lyrical performance on any album with her work on The Score. I'll put all of her verses on that album up against any emcee on any album.

2:17

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[Verse 4: Lauryn]
My circle it can't be broken open, cut-throatin', provokin'
Record promotin', tokin', chokin' on they words like smoke, and
Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten
Your booty smells rotten and one day you will be gotten
See, jokers is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained
My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain
Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain
You claim fame, while modest niggas remain
I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict
And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it
See, poppin' shit's about your attitude and how you word it
I seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered and they deserverd it
Or so the beast said when they served it, that shit is nervous
So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it
Your number's retired, I hope you like the hell fires
You'll be screamin' "Murder She Wrote" like Chaka Demus and Pliers


2:21

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[LAURYN]
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of euphoria
Aurora
To another galaxy
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender
So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas choke
From the fumes that I emote
Or emit shit
See even I feel the mahogany L
Natural hallucinogen
Turning boys to men again
With estrogen dreams
Release blues, yellows and greens
From Brownsville to Queens
 
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knightmelodic

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No explanation needed.

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One more chance- Biggie

Is my mind playing tricks? Like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D. having nightmares of girls killing me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rims with benjamins
Another honey in the crib, please send her in
I fuck nonstop,lick my lips a lot, use to lick the clips a lot
But licking clits hasn't stopped
Cuz y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really tho
I got cleanest, meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your tim boots and your body suit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gets rougher when it comes to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty muthafucka
I don't chase em, I replace em
And if I'm caressing em I'm undressing em
So fuck what you heard who's the best in New York
From filling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I nut I got to split shit
Backshots is my position I got you wishing
For an intermission fuck the kissing
Lick em down to their belly button I and frontin
They don't call me Big for nothin all of a sudden
 

woodchuck

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OG Investor
I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...
Get high but I don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo is just continue travelin his route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
 

Traveler

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Verse4--Big Daddy Kane:
Settin' it off, lettin' it off, beginnin'.
Rough to the endin', you never been in
to move the groove with the smooth rap lord;
like a bottle of juice, rhymes are being poured.
Down your ear, crisp and clear,
as I prepare to wear, tear and smear -- then I'm outta here.
With a mark left that you can all cling.
Cuz rockin' a party? Yo, it's a small thing.
I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were the only traces
that I'd been there and there at the party.
The mic had my prints, and on it was a body.
So take caution. I'm not horsin' around in a throwdown, clown,
I'm takin' yours son.
So just acknowledge the way that I kick it,
cuz if rap was a house, you'd be evicted.
And dismissed from the microphone, chokin' on a bone, cuz Daddy's home.
And battlin' me is hazardous to health,
so put a quarter in your ass, cuz ya played yourself
Like a game in the arcade. You need a far aid.
I'm walkin' the path that Allah made.
I'll attend and then begin to send a speech to reach and teach,
so just say when.
So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet.
My mouth is the gun; on suckers I pull it.
The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger,
cuz when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga!
You've got the groove, MCs, freeze, stand still, nobody move.
It's a sabotage, as I take charge. Don't barge, cuz gotdamn, I'm livin' large
like a giant. You're nothin' but a midget, a small digit.
You ain't hit it, forget it, quit it.
I reign superior, always takin' care o'ya.
No-frill rappers, you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate,
as the great will dominate straight to the state
of reignin', gainin. So put Kane in, that category. Period. End of story...
 

Atastofu

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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
 

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maybe not the best but the lyrics, flow, and beat are performed perfect.

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
usin his music to steer it sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
 

N*E*R*D

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


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We agreed to go in shootin is silly
Because niggaz could be hidin in showers with Mac millies
So I freaked em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican
Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her
Peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story, Glo seen my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
In a black Range Rover, been outside all day
If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggaz bleed
Nightmare, this bitch don't need it
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian
We in the hallway waitin patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin
I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughin, I swear to God
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spin-t around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franklin faces
The spot's hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
That's when other guests start to slip in
It's time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggaz in the Range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I know they clippin
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers
 
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