Best verse in rap

why is biggie the best rapper of all time?

because that was originally a freestyle.

hmm. after reading that, i have no idea what that means. in technicalities of course. explain further in a such a way that a drunk, as myself, can understand.

pilsburry nigga, hot a lotta dough.

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's Nasty the
villian
I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times,
kid
Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid
But I'ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
as a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased
us
But now I know the time, got a older mind
Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me
Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates
Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot
The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop Pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God
I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job
My brain is incarcerated
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact 11 L's and max in heaven

idk the best, there are soo many amazing ones between biggie and nas

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

biggie and nas are two of my favorite rappers. even though their shit is so different, one can't but help to love their stylistic flows and beats. everything about each of them is so dope. wow.

mos def @ talib kweli

long live new york.

Dear Mr Toilet, Im the shit.

but seriously,

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, scampling and booz, and 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 shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
The 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 enemy's 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 intestines
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, quadriplegic, 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

i approve whiole heartedly

no but seriously

your moms aint ugly love, my dick got rock quick

hahaha is this the grimiest verse youve ever heard or what

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the
icepick
because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
but Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what I mean?

that beat and track is ill as hell.

Oh my god,
Im dropping shit like a pigeon
hope ya listenin',
smackin' babies at they christenin'

Remember where you heard it first FAGGET

i was wasted off my ass when i typed that. damn i'm good. but yea, that jedimind shit is good, i've never heard it before.

asked her whos the man, she said b-i-g
then i busted in her e-y-e

b.i.g for life nigga.

Pick anything from Nas or Tu-pac and you'll have something good

My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker

Ox'll spit some shit
that'll reflect off the mirror
My light beams are mad
bright, They stay clever
Yo challenge an Ox member,
Get a vow severed
Found your body in the desert
(Scavenger's dessert)
Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran
Plus enter battles talkin shit like 'Look
mom, no hands!'
I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me
You can't add that far yet, That counting is
far fetched
I treat MC like canines
Throwin words at
they face To see if they bite when they catch
I told
you my poetry sponsors Gillette
Now you standing there Wit razors in your head like baretts
Man, if the mic had
ass cheeks
The sticker in my hand Would say priority
seating
And man, I dunno if it was me or you
But your
girl was on my dick like she was teethin
You play the
role/roll, I'll play the poppy seed on top of you
The godspeed is actual, That doesn't mean I act
usual
One of the first MC's to give The crowd
full attention
Cuz you need love and affection

I like this one a lot.

That's absolutely ridiculous I'm meticulous when ripping this
I'll break your ribs, hip, and fist
If you don't get the jist I'll give the ear a twist
I'm more fatal, as a tornado, or volcano
Hotter than fire with the texture of glass
Lif the lava mass
This mega blast is supplied by years of struggling and praying that society
start crumbling
It's humbling when you describe your skills as pummeling
Step on stage and proceed to start mumbling
And stumbling over the mic stand
This is when I enter the stage and start to decrease your lifespan
Same thing goes for your dj and your hype man
My targets are all marked kid, my sights in
I am, going to show you a true mic holder
Burn that ass up, watch you smolder

chizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
that's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and

all i have to say is Gravel Pit by Wu Tang.

ive got this song remix with frank sintra. sickest beat ever.

woah I was just sitting here listening to "come on" the exact verse the OP posted and thought there was prolly a thread about the best ever rap verse and im gunan throw this in there

BIGGIESMALLS IS NOT THE BEST RAPPER OF ALL TIME. THERE ARE FAR MORE TALENTED RAPPERS OUT THERE LIKE THE GURU AND GANGSTARR AND NAS AND TUPAC. BIGGIE AINT GOT IT SO STOP SUCKIN ON HIS KAK

Check it, I grew up a fucking screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fucking blew up
Chopping rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missing
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

haha ok bud I respect al those rappers and think they r sick except for tupac i dont like tupac i guarantee i listen to just as much or more hip hop than you. you must be retarted if you cant admit biggie has some of the best flow of all time and says some of the sickest shit dont worry ive explored outside the realms of biggie tupac and immortal technique

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