re: Best verse in hip hop

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We're dangerous dudes, we got bad attitudes
Most of our brain cells are gone
We were born to be bad, you better not make us mad
Or we just might toilet paper your lawn
We got a reputation 'round these parts
We only leave a ten percent tip
Sometimes we don't return our shoping carts
Stay out of our way and don't you give us no lip

'Cause we're young... dumb and ugly
That's what we are
We're so young... young, dumb and ugly

We wear black leather in the hottest weather
You can't imagine the smell
We got three-day stubble, our names spell trouble
T-R-U-B-E-L
Reaisin' hell, bendin' the rules just a little
We're livin' only for thrills
We squeeze our tooothpaste tubes from the middle
And wait until the last minute to pay our telephone bills

'Cause we're young... dumb and ugly
You better believe it
We're young... young, dumb and ugly
I'll tell you again
We're so young... young, dumb and ugly
We're comin' to your town
Yeah, we're young... young, dumb and ugly

We're wild, reckless men, we're on a rampage again
We drive with just one hand on the wheel
Danger's in our soul, we're goin' out of control
Swimmin' right after a big heavy meal
We're there wherever trouble's starting
We're rebels without a clue
We drink milk right from the carton
And keep our library books 'till they're way overdue

'Cause we're young... dumb and ugly
That's what we are
We're so young... young, dumb and ugly
You can't stop us
We're young... we're so young, dumb and ugly
Young, dumb & ugly
We're young... we're young, dumb and ugly
So ugly
Young... dumb... & ugly

Foxx's verse in Adios by Trill Fam

A Buck 50 But Who Gon frick With Me
I'm Young But I'm Deadly Like A Pit
When I hear sick picture my owner ain't feed me
All That Talk At All Don't Mean Nothin
My goon squad ain't seen nothin
Might Need A Vest I Ems That Boy With All That Mean Muggin
My Mama Throwed And My Daddy Dumb So Where U Think I Get It From
U Want Some Come Get Some
Some Trill N****s I'm With Some
I'm a Baby Gangsta If U Ain't Kno
We Hit The Club We Rush The Floor
We Buy The Bar We Buy The Booth
I Paid For 2 But Take More
I'm Drinkin So I'm Tore Up
I Love It When Hoods Go Up
Anti Social In This Bitch
So Keep Movin If U Don't Kno Us
Smallest N**** In The Club But I'm Ready For Shaq Size
I Snuck Sumthin In The Club That'll Leave Him With Close Eyes
I'm To Hot To Freeze With It
U Play And Get Baptized
Send U Closer To Ya Maker
U Heard Me Get Baptized
And I Put That On My Lil One
U Try Me It's Nap Time
U Ain't Bout Gettin This Money
Adios Say Goodbye

EL-P delivers what is, basically, Orwell on the microphone.


[El-Producto]
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fricking with?
Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power
That we have? We will fricking kill you!

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion -- I'm America!
Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb
From the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America!
You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
And jump on the CoFlow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
No-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
That the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in
You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
frickin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
And an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)
Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy
(Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
Resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon
With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
[El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!

{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of
Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
That lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS!
I'm Sarin gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat a-hole of Cartman
And give a crippling frick like sand sharkskin condom
To your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shite on Soundbombing
I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then shite on your divinities
What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
Star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management
Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment
By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker
That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tried to get elected but the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
In a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
Scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm frickin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
MotherfrickER!

"I'll stir fry you in my wok."
BB

Mo money mo problems.

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by
With a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye
And I strangled him up in the parking lot
With his Karl Kani
I don't give a frick if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as frick
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hoppin' out with two broken legs
Trying to walk it off
frick you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud-arse motherfrickin' barking dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (right here)
From here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Callin' men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie (Dada)

Either Verse from Eminem in Renegade

I gotta go with Lay Low from Snoop and friends:

Master P]
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot
They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got
but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be

That's my favorite verse but the chorus by Nate Dogg is what makes the song:

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
For the ni**a who be talkin loud and holdin his dick
Talkin shite, he better LAY LOW
For the bitch that said I shot some shite up out of my dick
Now she sick, she better LAY LOW
For the ****z who be claimin my hood
and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW
I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin
and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!

quote:

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Maybe not the best lyrical verse but my favorite flow of all time.

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That verse is completely dreadful, lyrically.

It's the worst song on the album.

It all started back in 1989
I wasn't moving keys, I was barely moving dimes