i am trying to compile a list of the best rap verses with a friend of mine. we are looking for verses only(not a whole song, not few bars or quotables). it has to be a verse from any rap joint(commercial or underground) and it must be widely considered to be a dopė verse.
i have few contenders myself but i need the opinion of other rap heads. at the end of it all, we shall compile a list of 10 drugs verses on popularity and credible debates. please keep it clean and stay on the topic.
my best verse of all time: inspectah deck of wu-tang clan on a track called triumph
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
Honestly, i think it's very difficult to pick out a verse from a great song but, going with the topic, i'll pick: Kanye west - jesus walk (2nd verse) Nas - one mic (2nd verse) Nas - ether (2nd verse) flypsyde - happy birthday (2nd verse) Mi - crowd mentality (2nd verse) Mode9 - elbow room (2nd verse)
hmm i'll say one is R.A The Ruggedman's verse from jedi mind trick's Uncommon valour quite interesting and emotional, vietnam ish,
[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man] True story... Call me Thorburn, John A. Staff Sergeant, Marksman Skilling, killing, illing I'm able and willing Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit Spit four-thousand bullets a minute Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it I'm in it to win it, get it The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying It's heating 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 about to hit some trees till the rotor broke, crash land, American man Cambodia, right in the enemy hand Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us Them yellow men wearing black pajamas They want to 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 flying, loss of limbs, explosions Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing 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 Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types I must have died, then I woke up, suprised 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
this should not make the list but it hook is amazing, its Gza's track called Alphabets like the 1st verse though
All I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest Composed like the symphony without a chorus A place with the path and trail that you follow With the wood where you drive your nails, but too hollow Far from reality with a slim chance of gettin' back Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps Nothin' but the driven raps written in my notebook Inspired by the cap and the gown that's on the coat hook Prepare for the chemical rush, somethin' new to cause Your heart to race, but it's tangible to touch Associate with those who are consumed with beats Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us gather around And form words every time they meet
the hook starts here
Allah be a born, Cee Divine, equality Father, then after that, there's the G O D He or her, I Islam, then justice King of kingdom, love, hell or right, we still exist Master, now in [Incomprehensible], power the queen Rule of rulers, self of save, the truth of the square, the saint Universe, victory, wisdom, unknown why Zig zag zig, and now we're back home
my best verse from the wu genius the Gza the track is tittled clan in da front (cidf)
The response while I bomb that a**, "You ain't sh,*t!" Your wack a** town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a f,**kin Pamper How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't F**K with those in the major leagues
Yep! I got it from here 'ye damn! The chain remains, the game is in tact The name is mine, I'll take blame for that The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? [laughs] Pardon me I had to laugh at that How could you falter when you're the rock of Gibraltar I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water This ain't no tall order, this is nothin to me Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep, I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I'm guessin' I can sell CD's I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man Let me handle my buisness, dam.n! Kanyeez you got me, Freeway and Foxy YG', Teairra Mari, Petey watch me Bleek could be one hit away his whole career As long as I'm alive, he's a millionaire And even if I die, he's in my will somewhere So he can just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah He don't even have to write rhymes The Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly What I was sayin practically me whole career The diamond is forever, I been minin' this forever Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin' Instead we rose from the ashes like a phoenix If you waitin' for the end of the dynasty sign It'll seem like forever is a mighty long time I'm young
nas and kool g rap with the track fast life its the third verse
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard [Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot [Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers [Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships [Rap] Bodies on ice [Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice [Rap] Gamblin Grants [Nas] Handlin stamps [duo] Moves are sheist [Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes [Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes [Nas] True [Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama [Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races Servin us Dom P my cliquo Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico? Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes In Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows [Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks Sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield [Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
organized konfusion make for me some really grimey songs but imagine someone lyrically playing chess on a track its in incredible and the pharohe does this, from the second verse of the extinction agenda
Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past And return em to the present time in rhyme form What was once dead is now resurrected on the record And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding Nightfall, I stop the rook, then I'm looking for the original book which contains the words of God Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen without being seen by the pawns Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn pawn takes knight, knight takes queen Queen takes the original King James version I'm surgin up when I'm emergin False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin wind to save the lease Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast? (who? what? why?) I'm the assassinator of rap Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga) I move, with the finesse and the smoothness Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it Check it again, check it again, check it again Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then Gimme one-hundred percent credit Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive I said it and I read it twelve in your bloodstream Let it live The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders In the realm of the extinction agenda
this next verse here is legendary and its by bustarhymes the tracks tittled scenario by a tribe called quest feat busta
Verse Five: Busta Rhymes Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ITAL stew like the one Peter Tosh-a UH uh UH, all over the track, man UH, pardon me, UH, as I come back As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have u smelling rank, like some old stale urine Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear c**kdiesel but chicks they were kicking Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up the sound just like a radio Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man mo**erf,**er!
organized konfusion again but this song is stray bullet, its just hard to tell what verse is better the firat or second but for now lets go with Prince Po
Verse two: prince poetry Gun balls of fire, I'm travelling at higher speeds To proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint After splitting the chest of a queens fiend Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the glock 9 And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices In back of the ambulance Blood loss as I shift across your chest Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher Shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang* Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors Thank me for spraying the operating room The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me Mmm lord, why do they use me? *bang* I'm takin individual for keeps hobbes So peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props And when I hit, shit *bang bang bang bang* Soon you forgets-me-not Cops tried to explain to his pops what I done I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one And as a human I'm the surprising one Prince po I flow the ripper, either way You never, ever know how I'm coming Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit nigga, sprint *bang* Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with o A lot of honies parlay and the dj's playin the fudge pudge flow Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub [yo o peep it, oh shit o duck (oh shit!, oh shit!) *pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*] Another hit, another struck Here comes mr. stray bullet Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped In your chest, then I flip Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river Money starts to shiver then I give a delivery of burns Bruises fake shoes is your renaissance No response your moms is out cold Figure I'm bigger takin your heart nigga at twenty years old Stray bullet
this is not exactly an exceptional verse by nas but it makes too much sense
[Nas] I’ma prison cell six by nine Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I’m the place many fear cause there’s no way out I take the sun away put misery instead When you wit me most folks consider you dead I saw too many inmates fallin apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it’s dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin) I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter If the court paroal ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that’s if you get a chance to get out Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it’s stunning when bed sheets become your woman And I’m the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming Maybe one day I’ll open up my arms to release you You’ll always be my property nigga stay legal
mosdef aka yasiin bey a half of d supposed now defunct blackstar amazed me with the second verse of theives at night
[Mos Def] Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria Synthesized surface conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin You confusin me, you losin me Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick That they been runnin across stars through all the time with I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between We either niggaz or Kings We either bitches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary This life is temporary but the soul is eternal Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey most of the things that we think, do, or say We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory Like that y'all
well talib can be good if not for him looking like someone who has an ego d size of a sun, but his verse from mosdefs talking to you which i feel mode nine may have sampled(my thought) and his verse from Re:definition a song which i think dj neptune may have sampled, any way i go with talking to you
[Talib Kweli] You will respect it when we set it Fake MC's get tossed For leavin the microphone covered wit the gloss Don't get lost, b***h-a***es who switch fastest When my hits smashes, impacts like whip crashes Fu**in up your face like thick glasses You still can't see shit I'll snatch your faith, your imagination won't believe it It's ill, you can't conceive it Any nigga can make a baby, it takes a man to be a father Why bother, you'll be run over in the street like Frogger Comatose like Central Park joggers when my crew goes wildin Lyricist who will never Lounge till all wack shit is silenced I'm not violent, niggas come aggressive wit that nonsense Yo, it's time for us to get aggressive wit our conscience
company flow the track is tittled blind the album funcrusher eitherway these guys, ghostface and O.K are some guys i find hard to undastand so here is the verse
[Bigg Jus] I must be, entirely, too f**kin fresh Jus the killer Funcrusher, pass off to the left [El-P] And I, cut most meticulous Descriptive clip from the hit you done shit on site as ridiculous And under my thumb went numb hackers when EMS workers caught blood from slug catchers Here's the limit dusty but digital With a far more rugged approach than Red Asia Bust the sundial, wild advanced placement in effect For me, it's either rhyme or euthanasia Stands brittle but b-boy shell rugged and practical Subtle anarchy, climate is unadaptable Vulcan, logic, brought upon his destruction Attack him at the fulcrum and society can't function [Bigg Jus] I've been underground since thirteen literally Bombin the whole system up, beautifying the scenery Bless the turns I step up off these New Balance 580's on No order fool coherency Clinton speak Egyptian Get cocked, not back in the jungle, ease up friction High dose of energy fuels my fermenting splintering in three sections Each capable of launching attack in any direction Hook it back up and connect it Death-defying, all up on your e-mail addressing I defy, any and all attempts at logic Gray matter material formulate engineering solids ?Truck the vat scientific frontage off of science? [El-P] Every bloodline is tainted, signifying malignant raps who with bad intentions of boogeymen and death as a source of laughter [Bigg Jus] Yeah your precious family tree'll end this century No traditions to pass down, ?spend your way out of eternity?
mos def again and dis one had such a powerfull delivery that it scared me its the 1st verse from the track mathematics
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin live, future shock It's five dimensions, six senses Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit with the probable tenth, the universe expands length The body of my text posess extra strength Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno My ink so hot it burn through the journal I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles like the nationwide projects, prison- industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free 40% of Americans own a cell phone so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone" Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add It's mathematics
now we all have heard of the KRS ONE (knowledge reighs spreme over nearly every body) he does something amazing on a track appropriatly named The Raptism
My intellectual battle will make your brains rattle I'll unwrap you and your crew from the same shackle I'm on many different planes like ' airport Psychologically you be rethinkin your identity and cuttin ya hair short Now there's a thought, that exposes your insecurity You put no fear in me, I break the M from the C And reverse it to say "See 'em? See 'em They allow the devil to lead 'em, and they be givin up they freedom So, huh, gather round for the raptism When the spirit hear it the lyric long before the track get 'em I spit 'em out, gotta get 'em out, the world I never been about I see them glitter but their spirit's goin in and out We see them fading, we also see them hating We also see those living for musical chart ratings Hear what I'm stating or trading for what you're paying Replace fear with faith and you'll stop decaying
i find slick rick very interesting esp when you consider the fact that non other than snopp dogg has ever being able to pull out the slick one's style mc ricky d does a crazy layed back flow ish on the unforgettable track la di da di, well dis one has no division so its just a single verse.
La-di-da-di, we like to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're, just some men that's on the mic And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic right For all of y'all, keep y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy conditioning Which we create, cause that's our mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of shit happens everyday I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and Went to the bathroom to wash up Put some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup, said Mirror mirror on the wall Who is the top choice of them all There was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "you are you conceited bastard!" Well that true, that why we never had no beef Then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail And then I grabbed the file for my finger nails I'm true to the style on my behalf I put the bubbles in the tub so I could take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my, body and hair I threw on my brand new gucci underwear For all the girls I might take home I got the johnson's baby powder and the polo cologne Fresh dress, like a million bucks, Put on the bally shoes and the fly green socks. Stepped out the house stopped short, oh no Went back in I forgot my kangol Then I dilly, dally, I ran through the alley I bumped into this homegirl named sally from the valley This was a girl playing hard to get So I said "what's wrong? " cause she looked upset She said uh, "it's all because of you I'm feeling sad and blue You went away And now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so How much you'll never know Cause you took your love away from me" Now what was I to do She was crying over me and she was feeling blue I said, "don't cry, dry, your eyes Here comes your mother with those two little guys" Her mean mother steps and says to me "hi!" Hit sally in the face and punched her in the eye Kicked her in the belly, and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Something was wrong I said what was going on? I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her She said, "if I can't have you she can't either" She grabbed me closely by my socks So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick She put a finger in the face of mc rick, and said "why don't you give me some play? And we can go cruising in my (oj) And if you give me that ok I'll give you all my love today Ricky ricky ricky, can't you see Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways So mc rick my love is here to stay" And on and on and on she kept on The bitch been around before my mother's born I said, "cheer up!" I gave her a kiss I said, "you can't have me I'm too young for you miss" She said, "no you're not," then she starts crying I says, "i'm nineteen", she says, "stop lying!" I said, "i am -- go ask my mother And with your wrinkled p***y, I can't be your lover!" To the heart tick tock you don't stop To the heart tick tock you don't quit, hit it!
The roots is known for a couple of things, one is having an exceptional rapper in Black Thought, a good drummer in questlove and d assumption they are underground, but how many underground banda are signed to sony? That aside The Roots give a tactfull song in th form of dont say nothing by including what may or may not be a crop of mumbled words (an arguement btw i and my bro) in the chorus.
Yeah ! That all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me , flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight , disposition keep on flippin ' Keep 'em playin' they position Keep makin' the people listen what I spin Put 'em out on a limb Got tears , got blood , got sweat, leakin' out of the pen Y 'all fake niggaz not settin ' a trend We never listen to them It 's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in , yo don ' t test 'em They all standin ' close to the edge, so don ' t stress em Now who the type built to last? It 's no question , the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hittin ' you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder , area your midsection dawg !
The roots is known for a couple of things, one is having an exceptional rapper in Black Thought, a good drummer in questlove and d assumption they are underground, but how many underground banda are signed to sony? That aside The Roots give a tactfull song in th form of dont say nothing by including what may or may not be a crop of mumbled words (an arguement btw i and my bro) in the chorus.
Yeah ! That all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me , flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight , disposition keep on flippin ' Keep 'em playin' they position Keep makin' the people listen what I spin Put 'em out on a limb Got tears , got blood , got sweat, leakin' out of the pen Y 'all fake niggaz not settin ' a trend We never listen to them It 's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in , yo don ' t test 'em They all standin ' close to the edge, so don ' t stress em Now who the type built to last? It 's no question , the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hittin ' you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder , area your midsection dawg !
The roots is known for a couple of things, one is having an exceptional rapper in Black Thought, a good drummer in questlove and d assumption they are underground, but how many underground banda are signed to sony? That aside The Roots give a tactfull song in th form of dont say nothing by including what may or may not be a crop of mumbled words (an arguement btw i and my bro) in the chorus.
Yeah ! That all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me , flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight , disposition keep on flippin ' Keep 'em playin' they position Keep makin' the people listen what I spin Put 'em out on a limb Got tears , got blood , got sweat, leakin' out of the pen Y 'all fake niggaz not settin ' a trend We never listen to them It 's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in , yo don ' t test 'em They all standin ' close to the edge, so don ' t stress em Now who the type built to last? It 's no question , the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hittin ' you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder , area your midsection dawg !
immortal technique is amomgst many things, aggressive, tactical, and controvertial. He made on really cold song in the form of Dance with the devil, damn thats true justice.
[Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treating him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can stab someone till they die Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded And they wanted to test him, before business started Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
immortal technique is amomgst many things, aggressive, tactical, and controvertial. He made on really cold song in the form of Dance with the devil, damn thats true justice.
[Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treating him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can stab someone till they die Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded And they wanted to test him, before business started Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
immortal technique is amomgst many things, aggressive, tactical, and controvertial. He made on really cold song in the form of Dance with the devil, damn thats true justice.
[Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treating him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can stab someone till they die Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded And they wanted to test him, before business started Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
according to Common this is the coldest verse he's ever heard, it the second verse from the track life's a bi**ch off the album illmatic
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto -- instead of sayin Bleep tomorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
according to Common this is the coldest verse he's ever heard, it the second verse from the track life's a bi**ch off the album illmatic
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto -- instead of sayin Bleep tomorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
everybody must know by now that Ll cool j may have made a mistake doing a song with Canibus, but why did they remove most of the guys original part on th song? Canibus is good we all know this, esp when you exclude the notebook incident, the guy did a number on Ll. now here is the real compelete and lyrics serves by Bis on the track 54321
(Canibus) Meth, where the Gods at? Redman, where the squad at? L, is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that Who's the God of rap, you sayin' is nice I beat a nigga to death, and beat a dead nigga to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff To see how many rhymes you got I could go on for more Millenias than Mazda's got on a car lot And there's no where to run to, when I confront you Nigga, I call your bluff, like you had a phone number Who want to see Canibus get wild? Who want to act fly and get shot down with a surface to air missile I take them on in all shapes, sizes, and forms And spit on, anybody who ain't close enough to shit on Zero to sixty, I'm already doing a hundred, when I'm blunted And I give it to any nigga' that wants it Your head will spin so fast, you'll catch whiplash I practice, lyrical witchcraft, on your bitch ass Make your hard drive crash to c colon backslash Then I'll go back to the roots and school your wack ass ‘Cause the object of the game, is to spark every cell in your brain At degrees hotter than blue-flames Propane gasses, incinerate into ashes I got you breathing harder than girls at Lamaze classes Stop bitching about if it's written or freestyle Got the whole Spanish community saying I'm muy mal Charging niggas with booty styles fifty dollar fines In addition to twenty-five dollars for wack punch lines ‘Cause I'm the top dog running the yard And I represent, ‘cause I'm never chained to the fence Hence, to battle me is impossible I put your whole crew in the hospital, with I.V.'s in all of their nostrils So stop sleeping on me, I ain't a mattress But you do more drama than a soap- opera actress Don't even think about pulling out and opening fire Gun-shots wound, but I remove bullets with pliers I inspired to kick the fattest that you've ever witnessed From a far-side that's even confusing the fat lip Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge I make your head nod ‘till your neck runs out of cartilage I think it's obvious that I can bring the ruckus Scream at your crew like a military drill instructor When I come through, niggas stand still in statues If I have to, I'll battle your whole rap crew Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd And rip your f**king skin off, just to get on your nerves
coogar: i am trying to compile a list of the best rap verses with a friend of mine. we are looking for verses only(not a whole song, not few bars or quotables). it has to be a verse from any rap joint(commercial or underground) and it must be widely considered to be a drugs verse.
i have few contenders myself but i need the opinion of other rap heads. at the end of it all, we shall compile a list of 10 drugs verses on popularity and credible debates. please keep it clean and stay on the topic.
my best verse of all time: inspectah deck of wu-tang clan on a track called triumph
Wooow!!!! we defo on tha same page on this!!!I ALWAYS rap along to Deck's verse. the other classical ones are Meth's, Golden Arms and the Chef!!. Rza was too weak on tha cut!!!!!
the illest verse of all time... beasts from the east - canibus
this verse was from lost boyz's album in 97. you get everything from this. mad knowledge, sick metaphors, multis, quotables, brilliant punchlines. this was the golden age of rap. i doubt anyone can put pen to pad and write something this morbid ever again in hip-hop!
Canibus brings the sickest drama Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor I smack bïtches who try to suck dïck through the condom Playing with the mic is something I won't do My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you I smoke you and whoever you standing close to And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you Defeating niggas like Segal, Steven Putting Emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin' I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll Against the muthafückin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult None of ya'll got the bälls big enough to battle I go On & On like Erykah Badu A hundred times nicer than the best is Twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this? Fück y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me All that shït you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock, And apply pressure until I crush your muthafückin noggin I grab mics and push niggas to the left So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this Lyrical genius, i got it sown like a seamstress But if you want to battle, I'm down If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear If you survive then you can cover up your scar with a beard I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks Anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin' More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness Kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack All of ya'll muthafückas need Nordictrack To get ya weight up, fückin with Canibus you get ate up Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted Stickin' dïck to Eve before she was Adam's mistress Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness The Canibus is spittin' til' he's spitless 50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my shït list Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it Now you tell me who you think is damaging shït Going once, going twice Sold! to that nigga name Canibus Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor Hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.
