whats the best rap verse ever if you had to choose one?

GymJones said:

are people serious about the new slaves verse???

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I think it's a joke because Kanye himself tweeted that it was one of the greatest verses in the history of rap.

Pretty sure he's the only person that thinks that.

What she got is so Niagara
Make a young N**** straight need Viagra
Make a old N**** give keys to Jaguar
Just to keep from all the tee-hee's and laughter
Her telling her homegirls that he couldn't stay up
In the restaurant with her voice way up
Please keep it discreet
Keep the business out of the street
She said "I would if he'll handle biz up in the sheets!"
Pop off like a thang thang
He keep keep
And every time that she bang bang
He skeet skeet
And he so bullheaded tried to three peat
Try imagining something passionate
Between you Cassie and Kim Kardashian
Maybe that'll work when you get to hit that A** again
Or you can grab a Red Bull and sip that twice
Now y'all can have sexy time, it's nice!

>>> new slaves

Prodigy's verse on Apostle's Warning

illphillip said:

I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
Spread the word, 'cause I'm in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend...

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Damn, one of my favorite songs ever. Second verse was sick as well.

I remember watching Yo MTV Raps back in the day and feeling dude even though I couldn't comprehend what he was talking about. Just the cadence and delivery was so cool to me. Then I got older and started to understand what he was really saying. Mind = Blown.

kayZEEzay said:

Prodigy's verse on Apostle's Warning.

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Ridiculous verse. Was a little rough around the edges, but it still resonated deeply. The imagery, the message to his son, metaphors/similes, his voice/delivery. Just epic. Prodigy had a way with words that was unfathomable even to this day. I can't understand how he fell off lyrically.

Twista's second verse off of "Overdose" was beyond stupid. Even if you aren't a fan of super-fast rapping, dude was dropping gems.

Commons verse on The Bizness

GZA "Labels"

Jay - Grammy Family

when I first heard it

More like a song tho so I will have to say Jadakiss on NY Minute

Mos Def - Thieves in the Night

sorry i cant choose 1 LOL.

Nas on verbal intercourse
Jay on grammy family
Deck on triumph
All three already mentioned i know.

Nas on 1 love and represent. all the verses haha
big second verse on whats beef

"fat LP wit cappachino on the wax"

i got 2:

MAC verse on "Heaven for a Thug"

I was a long way from heaven or so they told me
In the eyes of the reverend I was unholy
Seen death around the corner by my partner and them house
At first hand I was tought close your ************ mouth
Little one, I was young but I wasn't stupid
I heard what he said, don't nobody gotta loop it
It was the liquor in me at twelve that made this ***** rebel
I was tryin to be grown, plus keep up with them Jones (what)
But life slapped me in them yappers
And it said ***** you seen alot you need to be a rapper
And I was told ain't no rest for the wicked
I guess I can't sleep cause I f** **** and kick it
But that's some other *****, I beg the man to forgive me, I'm only a youth
Still runnin from the troops in these Timbaland boots
Went from hand me down's to versace suits
Infatuated by this rap game, jeeps and coupes
Wooooooooooooooooooah

MJG- Pimps In The House

1 to the muthaf'n 2 to the muthaf'n 3.....
The sound of the boom is sweatin ya hard like a mystery
Could It be
The pimps could rule the nation in '93'
And MJG is gonna start a new race
Replace the weak tapes we got in the first place
And chase that live on cops quick, out the hood
And beat that *** like a cop would real good
And keep that bud goin on like the Flinstones
And shake them bones when you feel the lick comin on
So open the Crown, down a hit and lean back
Look at ya self and see what I'm sayin is real facts
Society lives off what the media tells us
And n's be joinin up wit the ***** that they mail us
See pimpin ain't dead yet, see pimpin can pay the rent
And pimpin is demonstrated by those in the government
The money they send you ain't ***** but nickels and dimes
And you been stuck in the ghetto since 1979
But it's time to switch it up, unhook it and fix it up
Change it and rearrange it, complete and pick it
It's a book with hard covers thats packed with ideas
We rule the future years
Erase the black fears
And change the system, step up and dismiss them
Tricks from the White House
Move in and they move out
Now I'm runnin thangs, my workers walk wit a limp
My whole staff is bishes and all the judges is pimps
If ya weak in the game, thangs are bound to show
Cuz a pimp got a stroke, and a wimp can't flow
And I ain't no muthaf'n fall guy, but I'mma try hard
To let you know this pimpin ain't gone never die
M.
J.
G. pimp tight
Young black n', no wife
No children, just ****
Supplying the muthaf'n nation wit a dose
"Of what", has been injected and now it's on
The mutha****** pimp is in the house

first time i heard nas on life is mine 

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and hand-me-down ******** my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
**** is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

 

Lyrically It'd have to Bank's Verse On Victory..  You aint a real ***** if you don't know the lyrics to this song



I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her *****, like she Queen Latifah
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper
This **** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm sliding through the raucous, with Prada on the chuckers
So the spring break **** home from college want to **** us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers
I sic Rottweilers on you *******Cops following to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros
When it come to paper, I blow the soul out a hero
I'mma break before I lay in the floor buried, besides
Every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, we're smoking by the big screen
Changing the channel, looks like I'm playing the Game Boy
I know the watch bothering your vision
But reach, and I put a dot on your head
Like it's part of your religion
Why party with a pigeon? I'm blowing a ten
Because Bush handing out flyers, for a party in the prison
I'm in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare ****** since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
But it ain't a problem getting dressed
Because my closet got more aisles than Pathmark
Run when we starting a raid
Or leave with twelve shells in your mouth, like a carton of eggs
I'm a young pimp, pardon my age
I don't got long hair, but if I did she'd be parting my braids
****** find out what club they at, take them with us
And run trains on them, like a subway map
Your advance is a grey Acura
See these record labels got most artists getting ****** like the gay rapper
I go to college on the tour
I'm goin down in history *****, next to Wallace and Shakur
Keep your ammo clean, Tech's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hampers that monitor the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh out of surgery, flashy as a ****, you going to have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leaving with your Nikes burgundy, white T: burgundy
You match now, back down
****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on a boat, with weed smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years
Bezzy and the rope, remotes and lifting chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcher
You're better off with the stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin' nuttin', but you french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio laying my vocals, *****

Every verse on "It Aint Hard To Tell"