the greatest rap verses of all-time

[BrooklynZoo]

its funny how people always say they got love for AZ, but he does nothing on the charts

[Kings_Alex]

hopped up out da bedddd
turn my swag on
took a look in the mirror said wsup
yeeaaaaa i'm gettin moneyyy
ohhh

-soulja boy

[JEFFERSON MONEY]

hopped up out da bedddd
turn my swag on
took a look in the mirror said wsup
yeeaaaaa i'm gettin moneyyy
ohhh

-soulja boy

That'z nowhere near the worst or the greatest, but it does have one of the best basslines of original rap beats in modern times today so I don't know why you posted that but I like listening to that song so it's all good.

[SLY]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ebi-_o_3dgs

[-primetime-]

This is complete "Genius"...

LABELS

Lyrics: Genius

[COLOR="Red"]TOMMY[/COLOR] ain't my mother****in' BOY
When he fake moves on a ***** you employ
Well I'll [COLOR="Red"]EMIRGE[/COLOR] off ya set, now ya know God damn
I show [COLOR="Red"]LIVIN LARGE[/COLOR] ****** how to flip a [COLOR="Red"]DEF JAM[/COLOR]
And [COLOR="Red"]RUFF[/COLOR] up the mother****in' [COLOR="Red"]HOUSE[/COLOR]
Cause I smother you [COLOR="Red"]COLD CHILLIN'[/COLOR] mother ****ers are still [COLOR="Red"]WARNER BROTHERS[/COLOR]
I'm [COLOR="Red"]RUTHLESS[/COLOR] my clan don't have to act wild
That **** is [COLOR="Red"]JIVE[/COLOR], an old [COLOR="Red"]SLEEPING BAG/PROFILE[/COLOR]
This soft comedian rap **** ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a [COLOR="Red"]TUFF CITY[/COLOR]
****** be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know their mics are formed at [COLOR="Red"]VIRGIN[/COLOR]
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a [COLOR="Red"]MERCURY[/COLOR]
The [COLOR="Red"]CAPITOL[/COLOR] of this rugged slang, is [COLOR="Red"]WU-TANG[/COLOR]
Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game
I [COLOR="Red"]DEATH ROW[/COLOR] an MC with mic cables
The [COLOR="Red"]EPIC[/COLOR] is at a [COLOR="Red"]RUSH ASSOCIATED LABELS[/COLOR]
From [COLOR="Red"]EASTWEST[/COLOR] to [COLOR="Red"]ATCO[/COLOR], I bring it to a [COLOR="Red"]NEXT PLATEAU[/COLOR]
But I keep it phat though
Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the [COLOR="Red"]WILD PITCH[/COLOR] style
I even show an [COLOR="Red"]UPTOWN/MCA[/COLOR] style
Who thought he saw me on [COLOR="Red"]4TH & BROADWAY[/COLOR]
But I was out on the [COLOR="Red"]ISLAND[/COLOR], bombing MC's all day
My [COLOR="Red"]PRIORITY[/COLOR] is that I'm [COLOR="Red"]FIRST PRIORITY[/COLOR]
I bone the secret out a ***** in a sorority
So look out for [COLOR="Red"]A&M[/COLOR], the abbot and the master
Breakin' down your [COLOR="Red"]PENDULUM[/COLOR]
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
a-ppendix, I'm holdin more more weight than [COLOR="Red"]COLUMBIA[/COLOR]
Index [COLOR="Red"]INTERSCOPE[/COLOR], we [COLOR="Red"]RCA[/COLOR]. clan
That's comin' with a plan to free a
slave of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that [COLOR="Red"]A&R[/COLOR] ***** off the boat in the [COLOR="Red"]ATLANTIC[/COLOR]
Now who's the [COLOR="Red"]BAD BOY[/COLOR] character, not from [COLOR="Red"]ARISTA[/COLOR]
But firin' weapons released on [COLOR="Red"]GEFFEN[/COLOR]
So duck as I struck with the soul of [COLOR="Red"]MOTOWN[/COLOR]
While [COLOR="Red"]CENTRAL BROADCASTING SYSTEMS[/COLOR] are slowed down
You're Dirty, like that Bastard
It's gettin drastic

Read the label and say it loud
Another Wu banger
Thirty-six chambers, to your area
Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc
Rza razor rza razor sharp
Another Wu-Tang production kid, comin at ya

Labels in [COLOR="Red"]RED[/COLOR]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iU_m-pSAd4

I think he was able to make an entire rap and include the names of 38-40 different labels...

"GENIUS"

[hito da god]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ebi-_o_3dgs

tom green is nice.

[BrooklynZoo]

lol I remember you used to sport his avy.

yeah? and i listen to his music. that doesnt change the fact that people always talk about him being one of the best lyricists and best rappers and his last album peaked at #141 on the charts

[JEFFERSON MONEY]

This is complete "Genius"...

LABELS



Labels in [COLOR="Red"]RED[/COLOR]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iU_m-pSAd4

I think he was able to make an entire rap and include the names of 38 different labels...

"GENIUS"

Thank you for sharing that with us sir! That was a good find, Mr. -primetime-.

My you're quite a versatile poster. I look forward to reading more of your posts later on :)

[Big Al All day]

This is complete "Genius"...

LABELS



Labels in [COLOR="Red"]RED[/COLOR]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iU_m-pSAd4

I think he was able to make an entire rap and include the names of 38-40 different labels...

"GENIUS"

Oh man i forgot about this. Have you heard the MF doom mix with this and Rapp snitches? its really nice.

[Gunnin4HoLeS]

This has now become an Illmatic thread ay? Now doubt NAS holds at least half of the top 10 verses but this verse by Dre on the Watcher can be considered, ghostwritten or not :
[Dr. Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Cops is anxious to put N!ggas in handcuffs
They wanna hang us, see us dead or enslave us
Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in
Then they wonder why we act so outrageous
Run around stressed out and pull out gauges
Cause everytime you let the animal out cages
It's dangerous, to people who look like strangers
But now we got a new era of gangsters
Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us
Lookin at us, now callin us bustaz
Can't help but reminisce back when it was us
N!gga we started this gangsta sh!t
And this the motherfcuking thanks I get?
It's funny how time fly
I'm just havin fun, just watchin it fly by (the watcher)

[iggy>]

eminems dead wrong verse

[PistolPete]

3 to the Dome off Sway and Tech's This or That


[Chino XL Lyrics]
That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of
Wit one verse, ****tin on a whole label roster sampler
My first name:Chino, my last name:Went There
Leavin rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair
Wit lyrical warfare, when I spray ****
My style like AIDS, half a y'all got it just none of y'all is sayin ****
I hate and spit at devils that want to posses Chi
Jesus came in the vocal booth, like "*****, you the next me!"
So test me, battle and you will become a dead man
And there's a lot of fake Chino's like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
Writin more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh, like fat asses on a nun
I'm God's bastard son, that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
I hate you wit a passion, make white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
Historically know for bringin down the house like I'm Samson
My damn tongue bursts, in the the first verse there's a bad curse that hurts
I'm leavin wack church passengers inside of a fast hearse
Escapin the wrath of Jerse
It's a sad earth when my pen dirts
Axe murderer type of massacre occurs if we match words
I'm past blurs, I smack herbs
Gritty-green eyes like Badu
Leavin minds ****ed up like Maxwell's hair-do
And I'ma be the sickest till I'm dead
The type to rent Halloween 4 eight times just to laugh at LL's head
My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up

[AllenIverson3]

Eminem's 1st verse from Renagade:
[Eminem]
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****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 ****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-Ass it's just the

Eminem's 3rd Verse from Sing For The Moment:
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and **** 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 ****'s cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the ****'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 ****ed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any ****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 ****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 **** in their lives
Till 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 ****in' **** 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...

Nas is Like first verse: Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS


Both verses from One Day At A time by tupac and eminem...**** was ill:
Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being
So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold,
I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe,
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
Until the day I die, I promise to be wise
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died to the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies
We can...

Only learn to take, our anger and our hate
Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight
Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes
For we said it, regret it later, and let it escalate
Cause by then its too just late, theres so much we can take
Theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate
To the point that he just breaks, snaps and thats all it takes
You'd think that we was learning from other rappers mistakes
But we aint
Its plain to go against, with every artists, comes the image he portrays
And a picture that he paints
But in the midst of all this anger and this angst
Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints
But I know, that I will always continue to grow,
As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow
There will never be another me
And that I can guarantee
Thats why the **** I remain sucker free to this day
The game will never be the same
No matter how much fame or success they attain
There will never be another me
And no matter what they do
There will never be another you
You can search but you'll never find
You can try to rewind time
But in your hearts and your minds
We will never die
We are forever alive
And we continue growing....

[brwnman]

Eminem's 1st verse from Renagade:
[Eminem]
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****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 ****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-Ass it's just the

Eminem's 3rd Verse from Sing For The Moment:
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and **** 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 ****'s cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the ****'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 ****ed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any ****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 ****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 **** in their lives
Till 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 ****in' **** 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...

Eminem always comes to my mind. Renegade was one of the first songs that popped into my head...

[v-unit]

Jay-Z in History

Now victory is mine, it tastes so sweet
She's my trophy wife, you're coming with me
We'll have a baby who stutters repeatedly
We'll name him history, he'll repeat after me
He's my legacy, son of my hard work
Future of my past, he'll explain who I be
Rank me amongst the greats, either 1, 2, or 3
If I ain't number one then I failed you victory
Ain't in it for the fame that dies within weeks
Ain't in it for the money, can't take it when you leave
I wanna be remembered long after you grieve
Long after I'm gone, long after I breathe
I leave all I am, in the hands of history
That's my last will and testimony
This is much more than a song, it's a baby shower
I've been waiting for this hour, history you ours