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Best verse in hip hop
Posted on 10/6/15 at 10:32 pm
Posted on 10/6/15 at 10:32 pm
Gotta go with A.Z.'s verse in Life's a Bitch. 
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Posted on 10/6/15 at 10:44 pm to Tingle
Nig*a, you ain't got to explain shite
I've been robbin' mothafrickas since the slave ships
With the same clip
And the same four five
Two point blank
A mothafrickas sure to die
That's my word, nig*a try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "It's so hard"
I've been robbin' mothafrickas since the slave ships
With the same clip
And the same four five
Two point blank
A mothafrickas sure to die
That's my word, nig*a try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "It's so hard"
Posted on 10/6/15 at 11:01 pm to Tingle
Posted on 10/6/15 at 11:45 pm to Tingle
Baby's verse on Big Tymers
"Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My lil' *****, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie an ounce of crack
The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)
callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin'
I told the young ***** to learn to mack
Pop in a Too $hort tape "Born to Mack"
We hard-headed head bustas
We don't give a frick - untamed motherfrickers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfricker (What?)
My momma's dead (what)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a ***** was paid (Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope and ounces and shite
We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
Excursions and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet"
"Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My lil' *****, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie an ounce of crack
The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)
callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin'
I told the young ***** to learn to mack
Pop in a Too $hort tape "Born to Mack"
We hard-headed head bustas
We don't give a frick - untamed motherfrickers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfricker (What?)
My momma's dead (what)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a ***** was paid (Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope and ounces and shite
We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
Excursions and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet"
Posted on 10/6/15 at 11:54 pm to Tingle
"Nig*a Nig*a Nig*a Nig*a Nig*a "
Posted on 10/7/15 at 8:17 am to Tingle
Eminem in Hail Mary:
You ain't no killer, you a pussy
That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches wearing rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted
In The Source, stealing Pac's shite like he just wrote it
You loud mouths pray to god hoping no one's listening
See 50 coming for me, Oh my god ma, my position
No one will pay attention to me
Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feeling so invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a fricking madman who screams
Like I'm Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey
Acting like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy
Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted, fricked from this shite
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'mma quit
Saying motherfrickers names before somebody fricks me up
Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fricker
You ain't no killer, you a pussy
That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches wearing rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted
In The Source, stealing Pac's shite like he just wrote it
You loud mouths pray to god hoping no one's listening
See 50 coming for me, Oh my god ma, my position
No one will pay attention to me
Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feeling so invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a fricking madman who screams
Like I'm Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey
Acting like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy
Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted, fricked from this shite
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'mma quit
Saying motherfrickers names before somebody fricks me up
Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fricker
Posted on 10/7/15 at 9:04 am to Tingle
2Pac "Brenda's Got a Baby"
Not necessarily the wittiest or most intelligent lyrics, but some of the most poignant and somber in hip-hop.
Not necessarily the wittiest or most intelligent lyrics, but some of the most poignant and somber in hip-hop.
quote:
I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize
How much the the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Posted on 10/7/15 at 9:19 am to Tingle
quote:
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shite
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shite, I lose my shite
Ain't got shite to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade
So you better trade your fricking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers!
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe
Cause this is something that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me then frick you!
Self esteem must be fricking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me
I can see why the frick I disgust you
I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it
I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then achieve!
Not the best Eminem verse ever, but one of my favorites
Eminem may not have the best verse of all time but he definitely has a couple in top ten imo
This post was edited on 10/7/15 at 9:21 am
Posted on 10/7/15 at 9:42 am to Tingle
Let's get back to the south shite.
Where you from? how you come?
hope you dumb cause we dumb
cock it back knock out yo lung thru yo neck and twist ya toungue
tick tick tick tick tick tick like a **** playin drum,
big drum choppa drum.
they ain't playin son kill you and ya ****
thas a And 1. Straight up.
I know some boulevard die hard ****s who bout they business
some uptown gorillas
some bottom boy killas!
Southside head honcho
Ivey left it to me so ima always be retarto.
****s be dead with no insurance
life it ain't a game (frick That!)
lets get it ****, yo life for my chain?
they wanna investigate the murder
crack rock is the perp
old people peepin out tha window like turtles
No Mercy in my neighborhood ****s play for keeps.
Whole families die when a **** play wit me bitch
BOOSIE BOO
Where you from? how you come?
hope you dumb cause we dumb
cock it back knock out yo lung thru yo neck and twist ya toungue
tick tick tick tick tick tick like a **** playin drum,
big drum choppa drum.
they ain't playin son kill you and ya ****
thas a And 1. Straight up.
I know some boulevard die hard ****s who bout they business
some uptown gorillas
some bottom boy killas!
Southside head honcho
Ivey left it to me so ima always be retarto.
****s be dead with no insurance
life it ain't a game (frick That!)
lets get it ****, yo life for my chain?
they wanna investigate the murder
crack rock is the perp
old people peepin out tha window like turtles
No Mercy in my neighborhood ****s play for keeps.
Whole families die when a **** play wit me bitch
BOOSIE BOO
Posted on 10/7/15 at 9:56 am to Tingle
This is like asking which turd looks prettiest.
Posted on 10/7/15 at 10:15 am to Tingle
quote:
I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most
shite's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shite, now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the frick would I join 'em when I beat 'em
They call me a freak 'cause
I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the frick is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you finish in a minute
Yeah that rap was tight
BUT IM BOUT TO SPIT THE GREATEST VERSE OF ALL TIME
So you might wanna go back to the lab tonight and um
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump
From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
I so started to rock fellow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow
Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop
I'm standing on my Monopoly board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
Til my hip don't hop anymore (shite)
When you're so good that you can't say it
'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (shite)
People just get sick cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride
Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain't letting up, relentless
I smell blood, I don't give a frick: keep giving them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love
Posted on 10/7/15 at 11:25 am to Tingle
Jay Electronica- Jazzmatazz
Posted on 10/7/15 at 5:37 pm to Tingle
Man, y'all love ya some Eminem, huh?
Y'all rayciss!
Y'all rayciss!
Posted on 10/7/15 at 8:54 pm to Tingle
The day's agenda
Got a suitcase up in the sentry
Go to room 112 tell'em Biggie sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges
Believe these Ni** brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible make the deal go through
If not
Here 12 shots
We know how you do
Please make your killing clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes
Like true lies
Kill'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else your life is on the shelf
And we mean this frank
Them cats you fricking wit'll put bombs in ya mom's gas tank
Let's get this money baby
They shady. We get shady
Dress up like ladies
and burn'em wot 30 380s
Until they come to kill our babies
Got a suitcase up in the sentry
Go to room 112 tell'em Biggie sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges
Believe these Ni** brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible make the deal go through
If not
Here 12 shots
We know how you do
Please make your killing clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes
Like true lies
Kill'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else your life is on the shelf
And we mean this frank
Them cats you fricking wit'll put bombs in ya mom's gas tank
Let's get this money baby
They shady. We get shady
Dress up like ladies
and burn'em wot 30 380s
Until they come to kill our babies
Posted on 10/8/15 at 3:08 am to Tingle
Posted on 10/8/15 at 9:39 am to Tingle
The first verse in Mathematics by Mos Def.
[Verse 1]
Yo, check it
One for Charlie Hustle, 2 for Steady Rock
3 for the forthcoming live future shock
It's 5 dimensions, 6 senses
7 firmaments of heaven and hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
9 planets faithfully keep in orbit with the probable tenth
The universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power-lift the powerless up out of this towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop passed all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide project-prison-industry complex
Working-class poor: better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
For ch-ching, cats get the "cha-pow!" You dead now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a numbers game, but shite don't add up somehow
Like I got, 16 to 32 bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets like
69 billion in the last 20 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
16 ounces to a pound, 20 more to a ki
A 5-minute sentence hearing and you're 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 n****s, large n****s, dice-tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing 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 whipping motherfrickers' arse
You want to know how to rhyme you better learn how to add it's mathematics.
[Verse 1]
Yo, check it
One for Charlie Hustle, 2 for Steady Rock
3 for the forthcoming live future shock
It's 5 dimensions, 6 senses
7 firmaments of heaven and hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
9 planets faithfully keep in orbit with the probable tenth
The universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power-lift the powerless up out of this towering inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop passed all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide project-prison-industry complex
Working-class poor: better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
For ch-ching, cats get the "cha-pow!" You dead now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a numbers game, but shite don't add up somehow
Like I got, 16 to 32 bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets like
69 billion in the last 20 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
16 ounces to a pound, 20 more to a ki
A 5-minute sentence hearing and you're 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 n****s, large n****s, dice-tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing 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 whipping motherfrickers' arse
You want to know how to rhyme you better learn how to add it's mathematics.
Posted on 10/8/15 at 10:05 am to Tingle
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke main
Sportin' jewelry and the shite they came wit rollin' hard
You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard
Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke main
Sportin' jewelry and the shite they came wit rollin' hard
You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard
Posted on 10/8/15 at 1:44 pm to Tingle
Don't call it a comeback,
I've been here for years
I've been here for years
Posted on 10/8/15 at 1:56 pm to Tingle
DJ Quik
quote:
KK should've knew the motto of life.
That ya can't turn a ho into a housewife
Posted on 10/8/15 at 2:20 pm to Tingle
Worst lyrics ever are from NOLA's own Big Tymers 
I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change
Now I'm just sitting there, lookin at the beaver
Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
Something said stick my finger in it so I did
Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shite
I just don't believe it, how could she conceive it
My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
What the frick is that (whoo!) tunacat
:yack: :yack: :yack:
I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change
Now I'm just sitting there, lookin at the beaver
Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
Something said stick my finger in it so I did
Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shite
I just don't believe it, how could she conceive it
My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
What the frick is that (whoo!) tunacat
:yack: :yack: :yack:This post was edited on 10/8/15 at 2:21 pm
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