'Dopest' Rap Verse of All Time ?

Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

Notorious B.I.G. - Party and Bullshit


I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the gack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin' 
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...

the entirety of Gang Starr "Moment of Truth"

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth

Verse One: Guru

The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with
could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language
It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks
it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust
It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust
But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you'll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people don't speak of
It's best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth

Verse Two: Guru

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has its day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

("You should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_)

Verse Three: Guru

Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of MC's, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
None's untouchable, no man is bulletproof
We all must meet our moment of truth

Big L freestyle
Get money take money
When i hit honies you know the dick in her tummy

not sure on the verse, but i know a good line:
"im the one who hammered the first nail in jesus"  in Blood in blood out by jedi mind tricks

its kind of hatefull towards jesus, but then again its jedi, and they hate everyone

either life's a bitch in its entirety or az's verse in affirmative action

Ima let you know what time it is
like a movado
every word im rhymin' bitch its hard to swallow
im a model deserado i got got bitches in nevado
all the way in colorado
instructions they follow

Mac Dre
RIP
THIZZ OR DIE JEA JEA JEA
HYPHYYYYYYY
YAY AREA 

sweatshop union


We've had our sights blinded, all of my like-minded,
People need to get up and discover the right time is,
Now, so start opposing the powers that arose,
In ancient days and paved the way to this load,
It's so controlled, it's sitting in most, just sit and stare,
At a television with a distant glare,
And I'm ashamed to admit it, I'm a slave to this shit,
As much as anybody but I'm not afraid of it,
This is where the change comes, and this is where we make some difference,
Embrace what's within us and escape from this prison,
All it takes is a little bit of faith,
And a little bit of love, to get rid of all the hate,

But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it,
We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out,
We figure out where we're going while we live in doubt,
If you want my truth, listen now and just think about it,
The thing about it is we can't even think about it,
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change,
So, take a second, and shake your head,
And take a step ahead and think about it,






so dope and so chill!!!!  what hip hop should sound like....

read sig

thats it???

1 line???

yep thats it.

haha ok

whatever works

i personally wouldnt have picked jedi just cuz they seem to be mad at the entire world and it always tends to put me in a bad mood hence the fact i didnt pick theyr songs...

have no idea till youve heard verse four notorious b.i.g. in the song victory

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
Im the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it aint no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the comission

 fan favorite 'niggas's' by notorious b.i.g.

Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges
Believe them niggas brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go thru
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killins 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, yo life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Lets get this money baby
They shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn em with 30 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin cream
No one considered the leech
Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5
I kill em all I'll be set for life
Frank pay attention
These muthafuckas is henchmen
Renegades, if you die they still get paid
Extra probably, fuck the robbery
I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed

[Chorus:]

Niggas bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture me bein shook
We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin beef cook
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture a nigga hidin
My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin
Niggas bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all
Runnin ain't in my protocol

[Verse Two:]
Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
From Tuscon, push the black Yukon
Usually has the slow grooves on
Mostly rock the Isley
Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely
Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a ?jooks?
Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece
Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut
His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats
Heres a criminal
Nigga made America's Most
Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat
The nigga got bagged with the toast, weeded
Took it to trial, beat it
Now he feel he undefeated
He mean it
Nothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
Everything, the game, embedded in his brain
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin
Y'all know the signs

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]
We agreed to go shoot till we silly
Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's
So I freaked em
The telly manager was Puerto Rican
Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her
Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story
Glo seent my face, got shook
Thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin
A jamaican, some bitches I swear
They look gay
In a black Range Rover
Been outside all day
If its trouble let me know, I'll be on my way
Please I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed
Nightmare, this bitch don't leave
Ron, get the gasoline
This spot, we bout to blow
Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know
Its 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, its flammable
My hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dred 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
Raw laughin
I swear to God
I hit MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the chest
Spint around, shot the chick in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces
The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
Thats when other guests start to slip in
Its time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggas 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 dont 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

the most used is forsure
cash rules around me C.R.E.A.M.

did you get super advil?

When I finger the girl... O it stinks!
Cause they don't wash their vagina. 
My hands get sticky like they were covered in Aunt Jemima

"Trikes & Bikes" - Gazeebow Unit

I'm too lazy to type it, but S.H.E. by tech N9ne

You guys have overlooked what was quite possibly the deepest, most meaningful song ever written.


I'm SPM you know my name
I'm the one that came about the dope game
I've paid my dues and kept my cool
I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school
I'm from the streets thank god for rap
I creep through my hood in the smoke gray lac
Contridiction on my chest, versace on my clothes
I got too many too many heh YO
I'm shakin bakin cookies turnin rookies into vets
I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex
My lex is outside plus I got a 6 4
But my benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole
I'm drippin candy wet and I'm swangin 84s
Nothin but the screw bangin in my radio
I'm blowin mrs mary and im sippin on sherry
Give my homies mama money for his commisery
My name is..

[chorus]
sssss ppppp mmmmm
south park mexican

heh yo pass the greenery weed tweedle lee tweedle la
livin like a king fill the steam in my spa
before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl
I started off small now I'm stronger than the law
you know my name I'm SPM
in this rap game I'm the creme a la cram
I tell you what it is
and ill tell you what it was
exotic foreign minx and imported asian rugs
police at my door fedaralis on my phone
I guess im makin too much money with my microphone
I did my time no sunshine
it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine

[chorus]

Uh I used to be a shoe shina
now I sip aunt jamima
I go to sleep in europe and wake back up in china
I take em break em down represent that H-Town
I'm Carlos el Mexicano in english Charlie Brown
my top is on drop and my trunk is on pop
my girl is snow white in the form of a rock
my hot block is in this in this rap I break againas
blowin indo rollin 20 dolla pinnas
dances with the wolves in my southern side hood
got seven brick houses all made out of wood
I'm either at the park where my homies shootin jumpas
or in the limosuine gettin freaked by head huntas
you name my name

[chorus]

agreeed, moment of truth is one of my favorite songs

Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.
When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.
I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.
I thought to myself, “Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!”
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.
Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.

i lold'd


havent herd that in long time!!!

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]
I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Chorus

[Fat Pat]
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

Chorus

[Lil' Will]
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
to make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Chorus

[Yungstar]
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Chorus

[Hawk]
I hit the highway
Everything's my way, I par-le
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- I contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.

only needed one post for this thread...

Given your avatar, I bet you enjoyed Hooker with a penis by tool. not a rap song, but similar to this^.

from "rappers delight"- sugarhill gang
have you ever went over a friends house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that youre full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we're still friends

Don't fret, I posted SPM as a joke.  And no, Hooker With a Penis is in no way similar to You Know My Name.  You simply cannot compare Tool to that.

vaguely

Pretty much that whole song, my favorite line from it being



Using numerology
to count the people ive sent to heaven
produces more digits than 22 divided by 7

fuck bitch's, get money

Lil wayne

R3$p3Ct

i could never say that any verse is the best but this is one of my favorites:
(capathy by Qwel off the album The Harvest)
Coward human got a gun, he’s down to shoot it, run  
Bow before his outward spouting power  
A flower slumps in the slums  
A crushing flood on someone’s love, someone’s son, someone’s done  
(Buck, Buck, Buck, UHHH)  
And the rain sings like, I don’t care  
And the train howls like, I don’t care  
But where them thugs at, so other thugs know just who to bust at  
Some dumb ass brats who buck at other thugs, but miss as much as tap  
To cap a total stranger’s rug rat  
Waitin on the bus mad  
Not another mustard…puff…slug through lung and lunch bag  
Fuck cats actin adamant about thug ass philosophy  
But oddly enough never changed a diaper or diaper wrapped colostomy  
Rap about zaggin rags, I highly doubt it  
Let the dragon out on babies babies, now ain’t a side round it  
(I don’t care)  
Drowning flowers ain’t a thing, not for cowards fraid to sing  
That goes for cops up on Howard  
Panoptic tower made of heat  
It’s raining steel nails through tissue boat sails and gales of dollar cream  
Hail increase like collars, fathers martyred out of ink  
Think how slaughtered daughters’ mothers weep it out without an ounce of sleep  
Salty heaps of sniffled “why’s” crystallized round her cheeks  
Sees the skies as just clouds now  
Shouts in her pillow wet  
But where my killer’s killers?  
To fill in her children’s silhouette  
Chillin, building hell, feelin well, killin something  
Blood for miles, high as a horse’s bridle, demons runnin, Jesus comin  
Told em  
Hold em to an unrepentant sentence, senseless muggin  
Desensitized eyes, shruggin pride, to deny your lungs from pumpin  
He’s the hardest motherfucker ever fucked a mother  
Brother bucker  
Bust at thunder in his slumber  
Up to pluck your number  
Peace,  
The Harvest  
Rubber Duckers, he’s retarded  
Swingin his sickle, gleanin brittle garden, marksman sucks you under  
 

another qwel song i really like called blood from the stone on Dark Day:


This world feels like crumbling plastic, tumbling backwards, crashing down

Glass and bubbling acid splashing back, shudder and smash unto the ground

The trumpet blasts been howling for days

I pray for my Savior to come from the clouds

The trouble we found amounts to nothing

In respect to that rumbling sound

Thundering round this mountain, fumbling crowd mumbling wondering how

Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering gowns

Under the sun just hustling louse

And huffin and puffin and fuck it forget it

It’s nothing, just suffer it out

What a grim pout, summer of sin, the fun’ll begin and some’ll get down

Some will get found and some will get singed and some will get big and some will get proud

And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard seeds

Drown with the shuffling clouds

Juggling clowns, sniffing his doubts, drowning in ritalin, tripping his now

Bow to the drugist, the towers just plummet but how he just loves this drifting in doubt

Fixin to dowse us down in splintered debris and this isn’t me, the hisses agree

Physics of heat the vicous deceit and gimmick emcees and distance between

The images beaming to limit his thinking

As if it drips from the flickering screen then it’s bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood

In the winter of grievance

And bitches and thugs

Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical love

Shit’ll go bust if kids’ll grow up

Justice is reason in flux with the season

And read it and breath it and shit or get up

Enough with conceit and us limping in slough

Huffin and puffin and wheezin, believin in nothin but

Me me me now now now

Hey listen to me, I got something to say

That’s why I sing about me 

I name it anthrax is xanax is half bar is fat scar

Is double dutchin luncheon

Rubber duck artists motherfuck your rapstars

Brothers drugged by dragons in dungeons

Running ads, sucking black tar

Son it’s sad, but daddy and mummy and sissy and bubby give a shit if you listen to missy and puffy

It’s fishies and puppies and ribbons and lovely and pretty and fluffy

And rusty and jagged and maggots and money, it’s funny, you’re laughin, somebody’s blastin a gunny at the front of the studying class

Half of them bloody the other half running

Hated the tv, made it to tv, hatred is easy, we made it this ugly

Faded to nothing for nothing

But pagers and cellys and nature is leaving and bleeding and plugging and bugging and bleeping and love it or leave it or keep it this cuddled to huddle in secret

it cuddles with weakness in men, when will we see that this beacon’s pretend

you get hemmed if you try to wake a sleeper from the deeps of his slumber underneath all you’re gonna see is red

all this greed and this death

and this grief and this debt

that we perfect

that beasts project

an infection of freaks injected in streets projected

ain’t that a neat effect

when the lesson is green and the leavings a blessin we agreed hence

with a seed to fence

the keys to benz, a disease to boot, a scene to shoot, and a g defense

and a tweeked effect on a peaking crest

a weakminded fly to buy my weak cassette

if he’s a friend he better let you burn a copy of this shit and observe the script for what Jesus says

He’s returning kids, better turn to Him and learn the hymns

So we can leave this stress and this mess in the furnaces where the serpents sit

And it’s sweet revenge

The Game - how we do

This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love


Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

lol all of illmatic best lyrical rap album ever made and quite possibly the best rap album ever made

The whole first verse of "Gimmie the Loot" by Biggie, flows really well, but isn't the most intelligent.
Another sick verse is the first one in "Rule" by Nas.
I come from the housin tenement buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal'
I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud
Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign
Like, the darker you are the realer your problems
I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin
On this life mission, never know what's next
Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Caeser
Had a piece of the globe, every continent
Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan
Pakistan, America, Afghanstan
Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics
Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages
No war, we should take time and think
The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct
But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fightin
Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?
Must it go on, we must stop the killin
Tell me why we die, we all God's children

memory lane-Nas

One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane