The unquestioned GOAT rap verse

[JerrySeinfeld]

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the ***** in his mouth
He was going down we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary *****
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the ***** I'd be seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them mother****ing B's on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
God damn homey
My mind is playing tricks on me

:bowdown:

[bdreason]

Huge Scarface fan. The Diary is still in heavy rotation.

[fsvr54]

Huge Scarface fan. The Diary is still in heavy rotation.

That's a Bushwick Bill verse

[CP343]

No love for Whoomp There It Is?

[Budadiiii]

I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwin' hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
**** you and your corporation
Y'all ****** can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild the **** out
I'm goin' Bobby Boucher
I know that ***** ain't free
You ****** *****, ain't me
Y'all throwin' contracts at me
You know that ****** can't read
Throw 'em some Maybach keys
**** it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all ****** can't **** with me
Y'all ****** can't **** with 'Ye
Y'all ****** can't **** with 'Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock ****** up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that privately owned prison
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout what they made
**** you and your Hampton house
I'll **** your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn shit up
I'm 'bout to tear shit down
I'm 'bout to air shit out
Now what the **** they gon' say now?

[joe]

I like a different verse from that song a lot better:

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service
Prayin' for forgiveness
And tryin' to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin' tricks on me

[Knicks101]

Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat
And the food just ain't 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 saying that you're full
And then your friend says "momma he's just being polite
He ain't finished uh-uh that's bull"
So your heart starts pumping 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 food's steaming your mind starts to dreaming
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say that's it I got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sitting here making 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 but bubbah we're still friends"

[Budadiiii]

I like a different verse from that song a lot better:

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service
Prayin' for forgiveness
And tryin' to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin' tricks on me
:roll:

[Im Still Ballin]

picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft check the print
swear veteran
spark the letterin'
slow moving mcs is waitin for the editin
a liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
a gaseoues element that burned down your ministry
ergo vapors and biblical papers
smoking exodus
yo
every square yard is plush

[dazzer87]

Now here I go, once again with the ill flow
Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills
I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty years of age but yet I still see (KNOWLEDGE)
And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in (COLLEGE)
But I chose to pursue, in a field called music
And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff (RAPS)
Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss
And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle and step, but yet I still slam
Not trying to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery
Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice
Nothing commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you want more
Because I got more in store

[joe]

:roll:

Best verse on that song by far. Whats so funny about it?

[andgar923]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

this

[Bless Mathews]

Vainglorious
Denomination of commonly monstrous
Caution blow the unit's sensation
****ing with your theology like Darwinism in the Bible Belt
When I felt demagogueous, bogus spit kill abolish
You haven't heard the foggiest ****ing fact
About L dash Hubbard uncorrupted
Hovering above the gun was obstructed
Missed me just as I constructed
The facet of the fire was friendly as instructed
I'm not trying to get flighty eight hundred
Homosexual emcees receive five mics
A bizarre world, where Co Flow is the new pop sensation
With heavy Hot 97 rotation
Call 'em as I smell 'em, the jooks that shook Pelham
3-2-1 contact I'm blessed, definitively not wack
I got it made, you fight to march in the St. Patrick's Day parade
Called what I thought I thought not the candle
Spill another seed snip vasectomy (ow)
How hard can that erection be now?
They hit me before the case go to trial
Twelve monkeys in a box without a witness to the style
If monkeys on the **** were delicious non stop
Aggravated hemorrhoids burn like THC-deficient weed crops
Independent as **** as all senses
You don't apply to my beautiful arrangment (sorry)
I can range from cop killer to rapist to presidential assassin if I chose
Simply for the sake of the derangement, but I don't
And for the specs on my non-technologic pre-produce for lessons
The tune carress tunes of the legends
Exhume carcass to mark hits it's my honor
For any cold reverse to turn loose on my brethren
Justify my simple m.o. with some loving
Utmost closed circuit
Forced to tickle Elmo till he pissed in his little britches (Oh, stop)
My troop talking to them as fierce may appear to act together
Considerately hitting these switches
Left side directs pestilence to these skies as dialects
Right side locates and entertains the nearest clitoris
Soul blade the hoes froze tyrants
Closed to ultra-violence design bent, disrupted the alignment
I brought on the napalm program the gas context
Consumption people they expect it
Caffeine machine, MSG
Fluorocarbons, monoxides, perspective sets you free
It's a voice soon El sets a trend
Comply with exacto and cut for most tips
I'm El-Producto, smoke a bong lies well
Tribe of conspirators wants to infiltrate this
My personal reflection on these legends got to be
For the legends



Game over.


http://youtu.be/3PfeyoGaDR8

[enayes]

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
**** 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 this schwepervesent 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 bitch and then you die

[Styles p]

krumb snatcha on gangstarr- make em pay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH-ghzhkyHw

I see myself as the black Rap Messiah
Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires
Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every
Tom Dick and Jerry slippin like petroleum jelly
Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight
I got divine right to bring y'all to light
Somethin ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug
Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged
Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only
And think universal like Sony
Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided
Give a **** like Pizza Hut I got to stay Noyd-ed
Cause that same ***** you trust, could be that same cat
behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer
Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes
Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this
rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat
in black talkin bout how much his Mac spit
But this year, GangStarr got changes bein made
No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid
No Versace MC's, with a mouth full of Mo'
Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow
I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a Maxwell
Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well
Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes
Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like Moses
Travellin high sands and Eastern lands for the answers
Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer
Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger
A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us ******
it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet
over someone else's fake gangsta rep

[imnew09]

First name ever, last name the greatest
Like a sprained ankle i aint nothing to play with

[Bless Mathews]

Too many sounds irritate my earholes
Like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes
The same old thing same ol shit I'm tired
Was once on the payroll about to be fired
Black radio shame, pop rap's to blame
Program your playlist to sound the same
With a disco tempo, cliche intro
Wack rap tracks for commercial shows
Mindless music for the masses has to take
Time away from the REAL rap master
So I stay cool for community airplay
While ratings slip for the shit that you play
This is a test a lesson to be observed
No wack rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve
Back and forth I never stick em soft I just run it
Punks'll shun it, gangs keep their girlies on it
Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine
Sick with the style so you can say you've seen
The radical magical man, master of master plan
So smooth from beginning to end
This is a test, back it up when I'm in the place
And all hail to the dog with the righteous bass
The boss I come across rough on your radiowave
Terror on two track whenever I'm played
Punks keep steppin that's the reason why I
Come through sicker than a L.A. driveby by
Droppin bombs in songs y'all keep singin along
So smooth it couldn't never go wrong
This is a test

[L.Kizzle]

I'm not ya one hit wonder
And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep
Know I got the heat up under
Not up under the seat, up under my cheek
Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks
I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger
And I can't call it how I see it no more
Cause these nighas will take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel
And these btches be the same too
Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to game you
And that's exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigha she gon' blame you
So what in the hell you want to floss her for?
It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigha cost that ho (yeah)
You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5
While you nighas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry
And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)
And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)
Give that btch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)
Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)

[Styles p]

[Inspectah Deck] on above the clouds

Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad
Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome
I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa
Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what
Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust
Who but us, to supply you with the fire?
The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof
On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe
Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died
I notified families, we shed tears and more
but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on
Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function
Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin
When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with
Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it

[Quizno]

wu tang is so ****in wack

[L.Kizzle]

wu tang is so ****in wack
Watch your fckin mouth.

[Quizno]

don't wanna hear grown ass men rap about mythical swords and ancient kung fu. shit is so gay

[andgar923]

[Inspectah Deck] on above the clouds

Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad
Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome
I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa
Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what
Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust
Who but us, to supply you with the fire?
The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof
On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe
Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died
I notified families, we shed tears and more
but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on
Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function
Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin
When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with
Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it

funny cause Triumph and this verse are both top 10 all time.

[JerrySeinfeld]

I like a different verse from that song a lot better:

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service
Prayin' for forgiveness
And tryin' to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin' tricks on me

Yeah thats a contender for GOAT as well.

That song is the greatest rap song ever.

[ace23]

don't wanna hear grown ass men rap about mythical swords and ancient kung fu. shit is so gay
:roll:

[#number6ix#]

So I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see, see 'round town

And hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this ***** cat that's in my lap, no lookin' back?

Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night, stole the light from the sun
Would not burn me on my bum when I shoot the moon

High jump the broom like a pre-me out the womb
My partner yellin', "Too soon, don't do it

[the mesiah]

Now, I was broke as a mutha****a, my life at the end see
My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.
My job at Mickie Ds was ****in me with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my ****in job, I had no job *****
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob *****.
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.
Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.
I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin
T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.
I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well
He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.
He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress
He said he killed the mutha****in ***** with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
MR BIG!

[iggy>]

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 the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference: they're saying 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****in' drug addict, like you didn't experiment, nah nah
That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You ****ing do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
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 j-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a...

[T_L_P]

"I like the way you walkin' if you walkin' my way
I'm that red bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place with all kinds of space
I'll let you be the judge and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder, cause she know she bad
And I got her *****, grocery bags"

[SugarHill]

don't wanna hear grown ass men rap about mythical swords and ancient kung fu. shit is so gay
damn :(

:lol

[ArbitraryWater]

I ****ed her then washed off my dick
With the curtains inside of the Phantom
If he standing next to Young Thugger
I train them to kill for the camera
You do not act grown when around
You lil’ baby, you need you a pamper
I'm one slimy mother****er, the devil ride my back like camels
I’m feelin’ like Malcom in the Middle
These bitches, they surround me, they can't miss him
I’m slimey man I’ll wipe a ***** nose
The next time won't be a roll of tissue
A young ***** came a long way
From standin’ on the corner with them pistols
I bought her lot of MissMe jeans but I will never ever miss her
I’m chillin’ at the studio
These bitches wanna **** on the banana boat
I’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green
Smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupe
I fell in love with Hannah Montana
All of her ****** dance at the cameras
I ****ed her cause I slimed at her, brother
Then I pulled off, and left the bitch with the nana

HM:
Ran through my money, my diamonds come wet like a fisherman
I catch the lil bitch and I take her to shop up at Wish and shit!
I’m ballin, I never foul out start with the figure eight
You *****, you know you a cat
I see your whiskers you might Tigger it
Room at the Intercontinental, room at the intercontinental
Metro, Rollie icey it ain't December
I wanna see all the bitches in the front
With her friends dancing with the pole inside the middle
Is it a parade? Kill a *****
Babysitter, drink vanilla, we are realer, aye
**** your mama, **** your sister, ****in' kill her, aye
RO'5, caterpillar, rollin’ with em, aye
Found my rhythm, now that’s his ass. Run and kick him, aye
I say the truth because she's the truth
***** creepin in that coupe, doesn’t fit the roof
Talkin shit, might drop, people listen to it
I’m bangin’ blood, I could never flue it

[SugarHill]

Big L's verses on 7 minute freestyle

[T_L_P]

Big L's verses on 7 minute freestyle

Or '98 Freestyle, tbh.

'ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead'

[NumberSix]

Ol' Dirty Bastard's verse on "Snakes".

[SugarHill]

Or '98 Freestyle, tbh.

'ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead'
"I probably got your mommy strung
N*ggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung"

:bowdown:

still think Jay had the hardest line in the whole thing

"The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell, till it's Heaven"

:biggums:

[iTare]

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
**** 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 this schwepervesent 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 bitch and then you die
THIS. :D

[thefatmiral]

[QUOTE=#number6ix#]So I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see, see 'round town

And hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this ***** cat that's in my lap, no lookin' back?

Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night, stole the light from the sun
Would not burn me on my bum when I shoot the moon

High jump the broom like a pre-me out the womb
My partner yellin', "Too soon, don't do it

[cuad]

Where is Theooooo?

[kurple]

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the ***** in his mouth
He was going down we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary *****
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the ***** I'd be seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them mother****ing B's on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
God damn homey
My mind is playing tricks on me

:bowdown:
daaaaaamn!!!

i literally listened to this track 2 minutes ago

[Budadiiii]

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 the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference: they're saying 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****in' drug addict, like you didn't experiment, nah nah
That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You ****ing do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
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 j-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a...
:biggums:

Flows so well...... whoever is responsible for this verse is the GOAT

[Budadiiii]

"I probably got your mommy strung
N*ggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung"

:bowdown:

still think Jay had the hardest line in the whole thing

"The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell, till it's Heaven"

:biggums:
:facepalm

[thefatmiral]

So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home
My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own
And keepin' me ain't no big deal
But now that I'm much older I see just how the shit feels
Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no
Even though my grandfather just had a stroke
And now the money's low
And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go
Or either try to find a job so I can help out
I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out
And when I get out I gotta try to pave the way
So my family can have a better place to stay
I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short
I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope
And now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong
She just prayin' for me heavily
Take care of her grandson
And the lord must of heard her prayer
Cause he made me get a grip
And got me on up outta there
I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then
But now I feel ya...

[BasedTom]

Been working way too much need to get out and get ****ed up
Whats going on, where's it at
Make some calls to make it crack, lets see...
I need money, drugs, a ride
And a spot with hot ones inside
The mission:
To get all of the above in a limited amount of time
I can do this and it's done
Like that we're on our way

Be it acid on the tongue
Cocaine in your brain
Or some weed that hits your lungs
Like a runaway train
Hell yeah, from DMT to MDMA
Got all that shit and more
So 'til dawn we're okay... but anyway..

[SugarHill]

:facepalm

Jay >>>>> Eminem

[NBAplayoffs2001]

Big L 98 freestyle takes the cake for GOAT rap verse.

[NBAplayoffs2001]

Jay >>>>> Eminem

Jay Z had some sick verses on this freestyle with big L:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4SrjRPJ5gQ

[Nowitness]

Any one of the three Ye verses on Gorgeous.

Or New Slaves. The most fearless song ever produced really.

Or Earl Seatshirt, v2 on Hive.

'Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty like the f**king sky that you praying to
So here I sit
I/Eye in the pyramid
God spit it like there's truth serum in that beer and then
Poof'.

[ILLsmak]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

yeah that's nice, but I wonder... Redman might have some of the best verses.

It's hard to say... depends on what you want. I think I like sound now. I'm over metaphor. I mean, I think everything is metaphor. There are only a few rappers that can make me go oo with a simile. But when I heard that verse I was like 14 so yeah it was basically what got me into real rap. I saw that shit on the music video. I'd sit around waiting for it to come back on.

Ghostface's verse on One... the "Crash thru break the glass..." is one of the best to me. Dickin down oprah. lol. I dunno... I think I went from shit like Deck where it's a 1:1 metaphor to kind of wild stream of consciousness shit like Redman and Ghost.

Big Pun's verse on Fire Water gives me goosebumps. I think in terms of high level sound that's probably it. Like pure trance level.

It depends on what you want.

-Smak

[JtotheIzzo]

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the ***** in his mouth
He was going down we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary *****
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the ***** I'd be seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them mother****ing B's on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
God damn homey
My mind is playing tricks on me

:bowdown:

Bushwick Bill!!!!

[JtotheIzzo]

"I'm just a n*gga kickin my sh*t like Reggie Roby"
-Tha Alkaholiks

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