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Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak %%+%%@ played out, get %@!+#! and ate out
Prostitute turned %%+!@, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all %%+%%@ know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
@%@$%$ me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
*@#% is grimy, real %%+%%@ buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a %+@% who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised *@#%
Hungry-#%@ hooligans stay on that piranha *@#%
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm +Ill+
plus +Matic+, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
 
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My favorite all time verse -

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone %#%!
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof %#%!* I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin %+*%$+ like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket
 
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BEST INTRO TO START A SONG:

**%@ ....the ...frail %**% uh, cuz when my coke come in they gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with





fav verse:

Killa kam (puple haze verse 1)
 
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I won't post a Ghostface verse since I'm pretty much a GFK stan, so I'll post this verse from an old
D12 song called "Cocc & Squeeze", w/ Bugz, Proof, and Kon Artis. Bugz killed this verse, if not
for actually lyrical content, just by his flow/delivery. It was made in 97, but I never heard it til 2001.

Bugz
Gimmie some hash, and when I trip n___ gimmie your mass
Then after that lend me your mag and gimmie yo' cash
That precious pen you call the life, I put it in too fast
Get in your a__ if you unhappily leave Eagle Man (yeah)
You wanna see through glass, don't pay much to breeze through class
(b___) You broke as f__ and on the bus because your evil smash
This s___ is lethal fast, battle me, I keep you mad
Put you in a sleeper drag, your a__ to the reepers pad
Either blast, or feel the wrath of my heater lad
Lyric punches makin meters blast, turn your speaker out
Rear, club, or anywhere where there's people at
They love my day, couldn't care where they leave's you at
Your girl's a rat, tell that h__ I'm not gon' beep her back
Don't need her glock, got too many other neater rats
Who heater fat?  I bet your gat ain't f___ wit my gat
I'm on the lyrics, sayin the vocals that you almost clap
(clap clap) Don't clap, you mo' wack than a cold sack
You showin that when you blow, that's a known fact
Clone rap, suck a MC broad, need to pick another fued
What?  And find you a job, or either go out and rob because
rappin ain'tcha function, you outta place
like a two of hearts and two of diamond in a game of spades
While my inovative ways, shootcha lyrics to a blaze
Put a grimace on your grade, I'ma guiness on the page
The history, puttin, suckin n___ out they misery
It's not a mystery, my victorys are bodacious (hah)
It wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
And I was battlin your aces in your b___ basement
I'm unf___-witable, thats literal, face it, the general
The sisters of a senate-al, holdin on my genetals
Right before I send the blows, down to earth like minerals
Even after centerfolds (grr arf!) the videos, my evil goes
incognito h__, I'ma skitle bros, Meena biter
I hope you n___ catch a case of arthrit-ah
You ain't no riders, and still don't even have a slider
I D her when you need me, we gon' burst in into fighters
(yeah, yeah b___!) You motherf___ biter
 
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See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a mother of hate, Satan and scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the ladder, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, they can be mad at today
See it's as easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a m-f'in spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, m-fers hate to like you
What did I do? (huh) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'%@%*$*

RENAGADE
 
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I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick !%! click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo *%**! respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
 
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Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender
Damn!
 
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True story...
Call me Thorburn, John A. 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 %+$@
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the %+$@ is amusing
$!%@!*% and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run %+$@
!+%+ run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill %+$@
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, #+@%* 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
Jedi Mind Tricks feat. RA the Rugged Man - Uncommon Valor

If youve never heard this, youtube it with the lyrics, sit back, and get ya mind blown 


"We interrupt your little world of perfect mist
To bring you this %+$@ that murder conserved us with
Cursin' diss, with verses so merciless these words can just $**% up your high worse than this...
I KILL for less, and dump BODIES in the mutha****in' wilderness
I'm a wilderbeast, I conceal the peace even after I was bust if I want police
You think, just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shot guns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without buns!!
Too many damn murders I can't even count one!!
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums?!!
I don't know what the $**% they're called, I just grabbed 'um!!
12-gauge dumped in a drug fueled rage, $**% age, I'm still goin' through my "$**%-you" stage
I'm a, "27-year-old-eleven-year-old", I'ma never grow up, #+@%* I ain't gon' never get old
I'll be sittin' here with a cane and a beard,
Still insane and as weird as a deaf-can'-even-hear, brain in my rear, yeah
So 'till I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'm a drop a damn single every goddamn week people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no I.D.
Kids..."

Eminem Verse off D-12 - Whether or Not
 
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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style n--gaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they p-ssy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, n--gaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same @%@+ again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Raekwon the Chef f/ Nas, Ghostface Killer - Verbal Intercourse



Yo, I scream on n-ggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack mutha---f's, go hang it up like a poster
N-ggas get excited, but don't excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin n-ggas' heads where the white be
Try to trash this, this little b-stard'll blast it
Only puttin n-ggas in comas and caskets
I ain't a phoney, I put the 'mack' in a -roni
I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his a--, homie)
Up in your !++@, I pack steel that's stainless
We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous
I mack ho-s, rock shows and stack dough
Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthaf---s like five-o
I'm catchin other n-ggas peepin, sh--t, I ain't sleepin
I roll deep like a mutha---fkin Puerto-Rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
For broke-a-- n-ggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey
I got @%@+ for n-ggas that roll bold
Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
I'ma kill em before I duck em
Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafck em

M.O.P. - How About Some Hardcore


Thug ni--gz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things
Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin
Doin my thing fly ni--a you a Scarface king
Bit--s grab ya ta-ta's, get them ni--gz for they chedda
F--k it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pu-sy bangin like Versace locs pops
Want to creep, on the light raw a-- cheeks
I'm sexin raw dog without protection, disease infested
Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano
I gets down fu--kin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
to lay low, I play slow
Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real ni--ga what tha deal
I shot ya!

Foxy Brown's verse off, "I Shot Ya"
 
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Too many favorite verses to call one a favorite, but here are a few.

Malice.

I even went by the book at first,
Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst,
So I,
Start my mission,
Leave my residence,
Mama knew that I child like me had better sense,
But something had to give,
That's real, I had to live,
So I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib,
Scout's honor,
Started with my grandmama, Who distributed yay,
She had flown in from the Bahamas,
Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease,
Could damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep,
I don't entertain hate surrounding the street,
If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me,
But no, see these n-ggas know too much,
Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush,
Cats act as if rap fell in my lap,
I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back,
And still feel belittled, sittin' here spittin' riddles,
Amongst clown $!* rappers who tend to give me the giggles
,
Let 'em take it however they wanna take it,
I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite,
Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie,
I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die
,
Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to,
It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you.


Malice

Rappers is talking to me as if,
We in the same boat,
I tell them quick, "No! I move Coke!"
And you and I don't share no common bond,
So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms,
It shames me to no end,
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin,
But where there's demand, someone will supply,
So I feed them their needs at the same time cry,
Yes it pains me to see them need this,
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus,
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street,
I see them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
,
And with this in mind,
I still didn't quit,
And that's how I know, that I aint %+$!,
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact,
I live from my kids and theirs and them youngins after that.

Jay

In this manila envelope,
The results of my insanity,
Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy,
Can't it be the same?
Went on covers with Warren Buffett
Was ducking the undercovers,
Was warring with muhf-ckas,
Went from warrin' to Warren,
Undercovers to covers,
If you believe in that sort of luck,
Your screws need adjusting,
And in a World of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses,
I'm the Immaculate Conception of rappers slash hustlers,
My God, it's so hard to conceive,
But it all falls perfect,
I'm like autumn is to trees,
Uh, the doc interrupted,
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac
He said "take that for your mustard,
Boy you must be off your rocker if you think you'll make it off the strip before they Pac ya,
N-gga you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka,
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous,
How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects,
Be the apple of America's obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality,
Don't believe in dreams,
Since when did black men become kings?"
 

OneNightDan

formerly mryoungmoney
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Who you like? Tell me who it is?!
Im'ma make sure that that women is the next one on my list.
I should call it a night but %$#* it i can’t resist.
This one is for all my dudes from my city tryin' to diss.
Without a responce from me, you really fail to exist!
I love to see you fail that feelin’ there is the ishhhh!
I swear, ahhhh dudes get your bread up.
Enjoy the seat that the steward just forced your %$$ to let up.
Why your scary %$$ lookin’ down pick your head up!
No one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous get-up.
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Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the f__ is goin on
I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega N___ IFO's are landin in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a $#%, c____ so'
from n___ constantly f____ her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin ___ in her face when they done
-Andre 3000 on Art Of Storytellin pt 2



A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my n____ swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got %%%% that used to milk you
N____ who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin
-Nas verse from Mobb Deep - Eye For An Eye
 
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My favorite verse ever

Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message

(The Final Verse)
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you
But He's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, the pushers, and the big money makers
Driving big cars spendin' twenties and tens
And you want to grow up to be just like them
Huh, smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers,
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid
But look what you done did
Got sent up for an eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover ###
Bein' used and abused and served like hell
'Till one day you were found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
 
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