Top 5 Rap Verses All-Time?

[Nitro]

So, what are your 5 favorite rap verses of all-time? Below are my favorite, in no particular order. I made sure to include 5 different artists to give a little variety:

 

AZ in "Life's a [expletive]":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCnqDvvZrcM

 

Lyrics:

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality

[expletive] who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary

And my mentality is, money orientated

I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters

But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners

Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin

Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition

Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us

Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go

but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough

so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors

me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers

Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high

Cause life's a [expletive] and then you die

 

 

Nas' 2nd verse in "NY State of Mind":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKjj4hk0pV4

 

Lyrics:

Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs

Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped

Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks

to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops

But just a [expletive]a, walking with his finger on the trigger

Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger

I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have [expletive]az undressin

Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter

Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta

In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays

Young [expletive]es is grazed each block is like a maze

full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed

From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black

I'm livin where the nights is jet black

The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back

and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn

Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes

I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane

Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain

and be prosperous, though we live dangerous

cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages

It's only right that I was born to use mics

and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes

I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow

My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your [expletive] eats tapes

The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps

That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks

I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and [expletive]es with beepers

In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya

Inhale deep like the words of my breath

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times

Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

 

 

Mos Def in "Thieves in the Night":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NBuGv3289A

 

Lyrics:

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 [expletive]

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 [expletive]az or Kings

We either [expletive]es 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 [expletive]az 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

 

 

Big L's 1st verse in "7-minute freestyle w/ Jay-Z":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dN3aS2Rxfs

 

Lyrics:

Yo, check it

Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for [expletive]es

Puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches

I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet

I never beg for [expletive] like Keith Sweat

Is Big L slow? Hell no

[expletive]es get [expletive]ed on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough

I'm known for yoking jacks and beatin them with smoking gats

Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps

So with that bull[expletive], step to the rear son

The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one

Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning

You see what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then

I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave a trail of dead mic's

Where I'm from, [expletive]az jewels get ran like red lights

Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related

And we live by the street rules that thugs created

Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts

For selling pounds of coke

Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat

I'm tellin you [expletive] is about to get drastic soon

I'm quick to blast a goon and break a mother[expletive]er like a plastic spoon

I got the looks that make your hotty stare

I keep a shotty near

It's the [expletive]a with notty hair who Gotti fear

Tracks I'm know to roast

Until the microphone is ghost

Props I own the most

I'm leaving [expletive]az comatose

Front and get your brain pinched

Big L will have your whole gang lynched

I started smoking dust and been insane since

This rap [expletive] was a great gift

The other night some snake riffed

And got a hot lead face lift

All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades

Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades

I cook the mic like a beef steak cause my techniques great

And I'm the [expletive]a police hate in each state

Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper, poonaney vamper

[expletive] around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper

Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound

I'm from a wild town

You know my style clown, so bow down

 

 

Eminem's 1st verse in "Renegade":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MhgyJpqwbKY

 

Lyrics:

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen

I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute

Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it

But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it

Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics

Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics

Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits

But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish

But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America

as a mother[expletive]in drug addict - like you didn't experiment?

Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased

And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents

You [expletive]in do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!

(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't

think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}

And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-[expletive] is just a

[trutrojan8]

I thought Em said Kanye spit the greatest verse in all time?

[JYD]

I thought Em said Kanye spit the greatest verse in all time?

Nope. Big L is the greatest of all time

[Nitro]

I thought Em said Kanye spit the greatest verse in all time?

 

Lol well those are a mixture of what I think is the "best" along with what are my favorites.

[trutrojan8]

I know I was just joking ha

[AboveLegit]

Nas- I Gave You Power

I seen some cold nights and bloody days

They grab and me bullets spray

They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day

My body is cold steel for real

I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed

Under car seats they sneak me in clubs

Been in the hands of mad thugs

They feed me when they load me with mad slugs

Seventeen precisely, one in my head

They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead

I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns

Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly

Beat up and battered, they pull me out

I watch as [expletive]az scattered, makin me kill

But what I feel it never mattered

When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired

A broken safety, [expletive]az place me in shelves

under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred

Keep me full up with hollow heads

This whole song is sick, probably in my top 5 of all time. Just shows how great of a story teller Nas is. The whole song he's talking from the perspective of a handgun, that's just crazy.

 

Big L- Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

Breakin in cribs with a crow-bar

I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'

AZ- Ya World Don't Stop

I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon, cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume

Canibus- Rip VS Bis

I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business And probably in existence

Rakim- I Know You Got Soul

I start to think and then I sink, into the paper like I was ink. When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme

[fish7718]

These are 5 my favorite, I don't think they are the best from any of the artists, they are just my favorites

 

My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise

And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme

See what you're seeing is a genius at work

Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,

Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek

I'd yank my [expletive]in teeth before id ever bite my tongue

I'd slice my gums, get struck by [expletive]in' lightning twice at once

And die and come back as vanilla ice's son

And walk around the rest of my life spit on

And kicked and hit with [expletive], every time i sung

Like R Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on

More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a

plane

Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave,

Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade

And thats pretty much the gist of it,Parents are pissed, but the kids love

it

Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers

I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither

Who shot ya?

Seperate the weak from the ob-solete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on [expletive]a, [expletive] all that bickering beef

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek

Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet

Thundering, shaking the concrete

Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

 

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter

Old school new school need to learn though

I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno

Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo

Peel more skins than Idaho potato

[expletive]az know, the lyrics molestin is takin place

[expletive]in with B.I.G. it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers

Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools

[expletive]az mad because I know that Cash Rules

Everything Around Me, two glock nines

Any mother[expletive]er whispering about mines

And I'm, Crooklyn's finest

You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

 

Good morning this ain't Vietnam still people lose hands legs arm for real

Little was known of Sierra Leone and how it connect to the diamonds we on

When I speak of diamonds in a song, I aint talkin bout the ones that be glowin, I'm talkin about rocafella my home,

My chain, these ain't conflict diamonds, is they jacob don't lie to me man

See apart me keep saying keep shinning how, when I know they the blood diamonds

Though it's thousands of miles away, Sierra Leone connected to what we through today

Over here it's a drug trade, we die from drugs, over there they die from what we buy from drugs

the diamonds, the chains, the braclets the charms's,

I thought my jesus piece was so harmless till I seen a picture of a shorty armless and here the conflict

It's in a black persons soul to rock that gold, ya spend ya whole life trying to get that ice

On a polo rugby it looks so nice, how could something so wrong make me feel so right, right

But before I beat myself up like Ike you can still throw ya rocafella diamond tonight

 

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy cause life is hard

It'll leave ya physically, mentally and emotionally scared

This is for my [expletive]as on the block, twistin trees and cigars

For the [expletive]as on lock, doing life beind bars

I don't say only god can judge me because I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black [expletive] a hundred years

I'm like Paulie from Goodfellas, you can call me the don

Like Malcolm by any means, wit my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let [expletive]as ride on my

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie, homie

 

I see no changes, I wake up in the morning and I ask myself: Is life worth living, should I blast myself? I'm tired of being poor even worse I'm black, my stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch. Cops give a damn a negro? Pull a trigger kill a [expletive]a he's a hero. Givin crack to kids, who the hell cares? 1 less hungry mouth on the welfare. First ship em dope deal em to our brothers, give em guns, sit back watch em kill eachother. It's time to fight back that's what huey said, 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere, unless we share with eachother. We gotta start making changes, learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers, and that's how it's supposed to be. How could the devil take a brother that's close to me? I'd love for it to go back to when we played as kids, but things change, and that's the way it is. I see no changes, all I see is racist faces, misplaced hate makes disgrace for races. We under, I wonder what it takes to make this, one better place let's erase the wasted. Take the evil out the people they be actin right, there's mo black and white smokin crack tonight. It seems like the only time when we chill is when we kill eachother, it takes skill to be real trying to heal eachother. And althought it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black president, uh. It ain't a secret don't conceal the facts, the penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks. But somethings will never change, try to show ya another way but you stayin in the dope game. Now tell me what's a mother to do, bein real don't appeal to the brother in you. You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" but ya made it in a sleezy way. Selling crack to kids. "I gotta get paid" well hey, that's the way it is. We gotta make a change - it's time for us as people to start making some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way live, and let's change the way we treat eachother, you see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? There's war in the streets and a war in the middle east. Instead of a war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me. And I ain't ever did a crime I ain't have to do, but now I'm back with the facts given em back to you. Don't let em jack you up, back you up, crack you up, a pimp slap you up. Ya gotta learn how to hold your own, they get jealous when they see you on your mobile phone. But tell the cops ya can't touch this, I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this. That's the sound of my tool. You say it ain't cool? My momma didn't raise no fool. And I stay black, I gotta stay strapped, and I never get to lay back, because I always gotta worry about the pay back. Some buck oming back after all these years, rata-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is.

 

Wrote the last 3 myself so if the messed up oh well I did em without music

Edited January 9, 2011 by STATCity

[NomarFachix]

I'll probably make edits because I'm tired and this was rushed, but oh well!

 

Lupe Fiasco - Conflict Diamonds

2nd verse

 

 

Cecil Rhodes sold war and genocide

Into the countryside just to get his shine on

I fear what De Beers and his peers use to do

Before the world really knew, just to get their mine on

Making paper with slave labor

And hitting little kids with life time bids making them cut and shine stones

Inflating the price and making them look nice

And I wasn't thinking twice when I was putting mine on

About a young shorty in Sierra Leone

Or other conflict countries that people call home

I figured I would never go to Angola

So it never did affect me there, maybe indirectly

That my neck leash was funding a rebellion or a military coup

Started by militias that don't believe in following none of Geneva's rules

I was brushing off the haters, trying to be cool

Didn't have a clue that the rapper was helping the rapers

Raiders of the villagers, pillagers of the schools

Shooters of the innocent, torturers of the witnesses

Burners of the businesses and my bracelet was the fuel

Uhh, I ain't pushing an agenda homie

I'm just pushing the facts, [expletive] Bush

Cuz there's people doing worse on this earth and they're black

I took it for years now let me bring it back

We all know on foreign shores that they finance wars

But ask yourself do they finance yours

When I first got mine I took them out on tour

Didn't know they lost half the value when I took them out the store

Or it was full of moissanites and cubics

But the jeweler knew I was stupid

And that I couldn't prove it

Feeling like I need it because I do music

To impress the groupies and the interviewers

So I didn't appraise it, nor did I loop it

Even gave them to my girl, thinking I was cupid

Homies was all hate hoping they could make me lose it

Creeping through my own hood knew I had to remove it

I see the Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters

The undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers

Homie it's a wrap for the nonsense rhyming

Props to Kanye I call this Conflict Diamonds

 

D12 - Fight Music

Eminem Verse

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRBgvOse4Mk

 

If I could capture the rage

Of today's youth and bottle it

Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it

And spit it back in the face of you racists

And hypocrites who think the same [expletive] but don't say [expletive]

You Liberaces, Versaces and Nazi's watch me

Cuz you figured you got me and this hot seat

You mother[expletive]ers wanna judge me cuz you're not me

You'll never stop me

I'm top speed and you pop me

I came to save these new generations of babies

From parents who failed to raise them cuz the lazy

So grow to praise me, I'm makin em go crazy

That's how I got the whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong

I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on

And this song is for any kid who get's picked on

A sick song to retaliate to and it's called

 

Jedi Mind Tricks f/ R.A. the Rugged Man - Uncommon Valor

R.A. the Rugged Man Verse

 

(Found a vid of just R.A.'s verse)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGZsGX3B_BY

 

True story...

Call me Thorburn, John H. 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 [expletive]

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 [expletive] is amusing

[expletive]es 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 [expletive]

Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill [expletive]

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, [expletive] 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

 

Notorious B.I.G. - Live '95 Freestyle

Yep Yep Yep

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LMvzdRldCk

 

I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's

Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the [expletive]s never ends

You can't touch my riches

Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 [expletive]es

Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot glocks

That's how I got the weed spot

I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread

Little Gotti got the shotty to your body

So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas

I tote guns, I make number runs

I give mc's the runs drippin

when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away

Everybody hit the D-E-C-K

My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo

Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo

That's crazy blunts, mad L's

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

Oh my God, I'm droppin [expletive] like a pigeon

I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

 

Nas - One Mic

Verse 2

 

 

All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen

One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin

Matter fact maybe more than one, look back

at all the hatred against me, [expletive] alla them

Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots

from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two

Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17

Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you

Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral

never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent

Nothin is fair, [expletive]az roll up, shootin from wheelchairs

My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air

I let this [expletive] slide for too many years, too many times

Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines

If y'all [expletive]az really wit me get busy load up the semis

Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty

There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush

Lead flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut

THAT WE TAKE THESE [expletive]ES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN

CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY [expletive]A THE TIME IS NOW!!

Edited January 9, 2011 by IllWill21

[Big Penny]

5. Fatlip's Verse on She Said (1:33 - 2:35)

I was high like the vocal tone of my [expletive]a Bootie Brown

decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down up on

the northside of town Of course I bought a quarter pound

of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp on a Friday

night Lookin' right cuz' my [expletive] is tight blazin' blunts to city

lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House

of Blues then I slid in free wit tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans

and no ID. Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the

fizace of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So

I waste no time to kick my little I say "How ya doin'" she say

"I'm doin' fine" so I commence to mackin to baby to see

what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and

start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber

and jibben Fibbin and adibin just to get her to my crib then

We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley thought I was

about to spread the thighs but she surprised me when she

said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my

homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when...

 

4. Mos Def's 1st Verse on Travelin Man (0:51 - 1:44)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNAvpZauTig

Well go 'head and leave

The call heard 'round the world from the wives of MC's

These cats is payin' more that half a pound

A garment bag we snatch it down

Ain't got the state but we could prob'ly run a blacker town

Scenarios like this is tear jerkers

For the modern MC I ain't a blue collar worker

'Cuz this thing called rhymin' no different from coal minin'

We both on assignment to unearth the diamond

When you start climbin'

And them eyes start shinin'

You be strugglin' and strivin'

And they think you prime-timin'

Maintain and keep silence make note and observation

This confrontation

This is the daily operation

A concentration

Stay focused on my recitation

'Bout to reach my destination with no pause or hesitation

Baby make the preperation 'cuz this ain't no recreation

This is Pro Ball!

And we lettin you know y'all

At the show y'all

Doin' this for dough y'all

Get the phone call

And I'm ready to blow y'all

'Bout to go y'all

Been a pleasure to know y'all

And I'm lettin' you know that...

 

3. Kadafi's Verse on Hit 'Em Up (2:33 - 3:04)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4HjsZqOaQ0

I'm from N E W Jers.

Where plenty of murder occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenario

Little Ceas'

I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin' please with these scenario

Little Kim is you

Coked up or doped up

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

What the [expletive]?

Is you stupid?

I take money,

crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot,

Cocked glock to your knot

Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch

And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake [expletive] east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

 

 

2. Tupac Shakur's 3rd Verse on Me Against The World (3:10 - 3:48)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cjv7hEAytU

With all this extra stressin

The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath

When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression

they punish the people that's askin questions

And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions

The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons

Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions

Be grateful for blessings

Don't ever change, keep your essence

The power is in the people and politics we address

Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic

And when you get stranded

And things don't go the way you planned it

Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference

Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen

If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change

It wasn't nuttin like the game

It's just me against the world

 

1. Big Pun's 1st Verse on You Ain't A Killer (0:27 - 1:22)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-XyRxszngA

The harsh realities of life is takin tolls

Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul

Please tell me what price to pay to make it home

Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow

J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul

That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you

halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal

I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse

Sacrife your life to a higher force

Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?

One of the last livin still in action, general assassin

Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech

Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh

Any last requests before you meet your maker?

Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker

I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate

Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate

Make no mistake, "The [expletive] is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code

When we come for you, tell me where will you go?

Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams

And even if you kill me I'll still be in your [expletive]in dreams

 

EDIT: Changed #5, completely forgot about that verse for some reason

Edited January 9, 2011 by Big Penny

[Makaveli]

2Pac - Me Against The World verse 3:

 

With all this extra stressin

The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath

When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression

they punish the people that's askin questions

And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions

The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons

Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions

Be grateful for blessings

Don't ever change, keep your essence

The power is in the people and politics we address

Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic

And when you get stranded

And things don't go the way you planned it

Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference

Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen

If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change

It wasn't nuttin like the game

It's just me against the world

 

GOAT verse IMO.

[Sħãlïq™]

Bob Marley feat. Guru -- "Johnny Was"

Album: Chant Down Babylon

 

[GURU]

Any attempt to change my stance son, would be futile

Ma, things for you would never get easier (ooooow Jah!)

Supreme the colour scheme

Why brothers die with dirty cream

They avoid their dreams

But they obtained by worthy beings

Homicide statistics, obituary colums

Numerous things listed

Different violent types of behaviour depicted

They murdered my bredren

He was a good man

Protected his fam, we all respected this man

Still his life got held up like liquor stores

Or old school jams

What goes around re-surfaces

Now is it worth it kid?

Do you really wanna get out the game?

I know you nervous kid

Hot and caught up

Like my boy Bokeem in the flick

Plus we know reality is much more worse and much more sick

Your cerebral eye probe vocals, can't touch your ear-lobes

Destroyin all microbes

The ill dynamic psycho

Analyst, so understand it this

Beautiful world as we know it, is definately at risk

Righteous soldiers professed to be triumphant at battle

Loud cries from the cell, many cages rattle

Fire radiates heat, ice radiates cold

I radiate thoughts and ideas all things wit in my control

Some men travel down twisted roads

And innocent lives get lost

May JaH bless his soul!

 

Edited January 9, 2011 by Shaliq

[JYD]

Jay-Z - Grammy Family Freestyle

Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire

Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired

Build me up, break me down to build me up again

They like, "Hov we need you back so we can kill your [expletive] again"

Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close

How I'm 'posed to win? They got me fighting ghosts

 

Same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with

Sh.., Thats' only half if they like you

That ain't even the half what they might do

Don't believe me, ask Michael

See Martin, see Malcolm

You see Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome

See Jesus, see Judas; see Caesar, see Brutus

See success is like suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

If you succeed, prepare to be crucified

Media meddles, [expletive]as sue you, you settle

Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto

So it's tough being Bobby Brown

To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now

Now the question is, "Is to have had and lost

Better than not having at [all]?"

 

Everybody wanna be the King then shots ring

You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream

Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams

Everybody get your hand off my jeans!

Everybody look at you strange, say you changed

Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same

Uhh! Game stays the same, the name changes

So its best for those to not overdose on being famous

Most kings get driven so insane

That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did

No dangers, so shameless

Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers

Low chain 'em as the enemies approach

So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat

And the Spirit I'm evoking

 

 

 

 

Last few lines to "What More Can I Say" By Jay-Z

One of the best endings to a rap song, and the reason he's the best to ever do it.

Pound-for-pound, I'm the best to ever come around here

Excluding nobody, look what I embody:

The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street

A CEO's mind, that marketing plan was me

And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times

Or make up [expletive] in a whole bunch of lines

And I ain't animated like, say, Busta Rhymes

But the real [expletive] you get when you bust down my lines

Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times

Times that by my influence on pop culture

I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list

We'll see what happens when I no longer exist

[fish7718]

^ man [expletive] this

[kingfish]

Eminem - No Love

 

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

[expletive]'s finna get thick again

They say the competition is stiff

But I get a hard dick from this [expletive], 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 [expletive] would I join them when I beat them

They call me a freak because

I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat them

Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage

Where the [expletive] is Kanye when you need him?

Snatch the mic from him, [expletive] I'mma let you finish in a minute

Yeah that rap was tight

But I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time

So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um

Scribble out them rhymes you were going to 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

In 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 because 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

When you so good that you can't say it

Because it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore

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 [expletive]: keep giving them hell

Where was you when I fell and needed help up?

You get no love

[ManOnTheMoon]

Really good to see no Wayne verses haha.

[JYD]

Really good to see no Wayne verses haha.

hahahahahha

[The Truth]

5. Lost Ones - Jay-Z (Third Verse)

 

 

My nephew died in a car I bought

So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault

Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought

Place any burden on me, but please, not that lord

But time don't go back, it go forward

Can't run from the pain, go towards it

Some things can't be explained, what caused it?

Such a beautiful soul, so pure, [expletive]

Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it

Til that time, little man I'm nauseous

Your girlfriend's pregnant, the lord's gift

Almost lost my faith, that restored it

It's like having your life restarted

Can't wait for your child's life to be a part of it

So now I'm child-like, waiting for a gift

To return, when I lost you, I lost it

4. Suspect - Nas (First Verse)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9NNLDkknCs

 

It was a murder

Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin

Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "what up"

[expletive]as is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red

I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"

I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla

I'm all high, it's late, I'm looking down at the fella

[expletive]'s pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion

His mom's had a stare, I wouldn't dare second look when I murk

It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder

That the street's designed to stop your life plot

The beast'll time ya, cell to cell suspect [expletive] [expletive]a you fell

First time locked in, crime stop, my mind blocks the frail

Bursting, blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell

My [expletive]as never snitch, why tell

We roll with no regrets, destinies, fifty's and equities

Queens'll be the death of me

3. Infinite - Eminem (Second Verse)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEV-VHaJ0_g

 

I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense

I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse

I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans

I foil plans, then leave fluids leaking like oil pans

My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal

One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people

MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium

Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one

Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator

There's never been a greater, since the burial of Jesus

[expletive] around and catch all the venereal diseases

My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces

My accapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis

That eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

2. Eminem - Sing For The Moment (Third Verse)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rDysbl6fAE

 

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

Well can it load a gun up for you and [expletive] it too

Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude

Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued

See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols

And they want to get one cause they think the [expletive]'s cool

Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers

Of course this [expletive]'s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus

But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our

checks in the mail, it's [expletive]ed up ain't it,

How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any [expletive]in'

thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing

Except for a dream, and a [expletive]in' rap magazine

Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through [expletive] in their lives

So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die

Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe

We're nothin' to you but we're the [expletive]in' [expletive] in they eyes

That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and

hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden

And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone

Just let our spirits live on through our lyrics that you hear in our

songs and we can...

1. Tupac - As The World Turns (First Verse)

 

 

Though I walk through the valley of hell, the shadow follows me

Wisdom hard to swallow, tomorrow expect apologies

You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet

Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded

Merciless thieves stole the best of me

I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me

And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains

Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change

if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper

Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper per side

When we ride glocks keep all my enemies blinded

And time will really show, a thought can last for years

Outshine and your face smiles plastic tears

Like last year, [expletive]az stuck in the past, and it's clear

Just some busta [expletive] bastards allergic to cash this year

Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B

Killin bustaz is my mother[expletive]in job, him or me

Lyrically fatally driven, [expletive]as reported missin

My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns