Best verse in rap

proZach

proZach

Active member
I got seven mac-11s, about eight, .38s

Nine 9s, ten mac-10s, the shits never end

You cant touch my riches

Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches

Biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot glocks

Hah, thats how I got the weed spot

I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread

Lil gotti got the shotty to your body

So dont resist, or you might miss christmas

I tote guns, I make number runs

I give emcees the runs drippin;

When I throw my clip in the a.k., I slay from far away

Everybody hit the d-e-c-k

My slow flows remarkable

Peace to matteo

Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the llello

Thats crazy blunts, mad ls

My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells

Oh my God Im droppin shit like a pigeon

I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening

So you better grab your pistol

Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fuckin shit spill

And Im talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?

Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it

Cause I got mo shots to pop-ya

Big pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper

Signin off is the hardcore rap singer

A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga

why is biggie the best rapper of all time?

thats why.
 
hmm. after reading that, i have no idea what that means. in technicalities of course. explain further in a such a way that a drunk, as myself, can understand.
 
Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all, it's Nasty the

villian

I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin

I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times,

kid

Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid

But I'ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme

Niggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind

And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places

as a kid when I would say that out of town, niggaz chased

us

But now I know the time, got a older mind

Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine

I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me

Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me

Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker

My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers

Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates

Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate

Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot

And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot

The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop Pah

I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car

From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God

I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job

My brain is incarcerated

Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided

I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand

I contact 11 L's and max in heaven
 
It was all a dream

I used to read Word Up magazine

Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack

With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha

You never thought that hip hop would take it this far

Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner

Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would

Call the crib, same number same hood

It's all good
 
biggie and nas are two of my favorite rappers. even though their shit is so different, one can't but help to love their stylistic flows and beats. everything about each of them is so dope. wow.
 
but seriously,

True story...

Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman

Skilling, killing, illing

I'm able and willing

Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village

Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas

This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit

World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict

Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing

Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing

Bitches 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 shit, run shit

Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit

Spit four-thousand bullets a minute

Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it

I'm in it to win it, get it

The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing

The 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 enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch 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 intestines

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, quadriplegic, 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

 
hahaha is this the grimiest verse youve ever heard or what

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard

Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted

Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh

Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it

Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G

Disrespect me - my potency is deadly

I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes

Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy

Slit the wrist of little sis

After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the

icepick

because he wanted me to fuck him from the back

but Smalls don't get down like that

Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom

Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound

Who you think you're dealin with?

Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!

Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy

Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me

I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen

The black demon, got the little hookers screamin

Because you know I love it young, fresh and green

with no hair in between, know what I mean?
 
i was wasted off my ass when i typed that. damn i'm good. but yea, that jedimind shit is good, i've never heard it before.
 
Pick anything from Nas or Tu-pac and you'll have something good

My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes

Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business

Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders

But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships

Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor

How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse

Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones

Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex

And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des

Got guns when I'm with my daughter

Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence

She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons

Black princess it's a ugly world

I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl

Could you believe even my shadow's jealous

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs

Though my songs come from the Father

I'm lonely...

Hold me, it's gettin' darker
 
Ox'll spit some shit

that'll reflect off the mirror

My light beams are mad

bright, They stay clever

Yo challenge an Ox member,

Get a vow severed

Found your body in the desert

(Scavenger's dessert)

Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran

Plus enter battles talkin shit like 'Look

mom, no hands!'

I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me

You can't add that far yet, That counting is

far fetched

I treat MC like canines

Throwin words at

they face To see if they bite when they catch

I told

you my poetry sponsors Gillette

Now you standing there Wit razors in your head like baretts

Man, if the mic had

ass cheeks

The sticker in my hand Would say priority

seating

And man, I dunno if it was me or you

But your

girl was on my dick like she was teethin

You play the

role/roll, I'll play the poppy seed on top of you

The godspeed is actual, That doesn't mean I act

usual

One of the first MC's to give The crowd

full attention

Cuz you need love and affection
 
I like this one a lot.

That's absolutely ridiculous I'm meticulous when ripping this

I'll break your ribs, hip, and fist

If you don't get the jist I'll give the ear a twist

I'm more fatal, as a tornado, or volcano

Hotter than fire with the texture of glass

Lif the lava mass

This mega blast is supplied by years of struggling and praying that society

start crumbling

It's humbling when you describe your skills as pummeling

Step on stage and proceed to start mumbling

And stumbling over the mic stand

This is when I enter the stage and start to decrease your lifespan

Same thing goes for your dj and your hype man

My targets are all marked kid, my sights in

I am, going to show you a true mic holder

Burn that ass up, watch you smolder

 
chizophrenia, how many of ya got it?

How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?

How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?

You got it like I got it or not?

If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout

When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth

When you end up becomin so dependent on weed

that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine

You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie

Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat

Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja

that's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya

Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll

But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto

Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs

You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and
 
woah I was just sitting here listening to "come on" the exact verse the OP posted and thought there was prolly a thread about the best ever rap verse and im gunan throw this in there
I search bar and bam here it is so bump
 
BIGGIESMALLS IS NOT THE BEST RAPPER OF ALL TIME. THERE ARE FAR MORE TALENTED RAPPERS OUT THERE LIKE THE GURU AND GANGSTARR AND NAS AND TUPAC. BIGGIE AINT GOT IT SO STOP SUCKIN ON HIS KAK
 
Check it, I grew up a fucking screw up

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fucking blew up

Chopping rocks overnight

The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White

We had to grow dreads to change our description

Two cops is on the milk box missing

Show they toes you know they got stepped on

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon

Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me

When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze

celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight

Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
 
haha ok bud I respect al those rappers and think they r sick except for tupac i dont like tupac i guarantee i listen to just as much or more hip hop than you. you must be retarted if you cant admit biggie has some of the best flow of all time and says some of the sickest shit dont worry ive explored outside the realms of biggie tupac and immortal technique
 


They wanna see me needy pleading the giddy greedy for free-bees /

defeated completely, working a seedy street with a squeegee / “fuck

that” / I’ll go out squeezing for freedom and speak a allegiance

that’ll leave a piece of me reaching every region from bleeding,

graffiti, cd, encyclopedia, cb radio, frequency, even the seething

deceiving tv screen will receive it / what I mean is you can stop my

heart from beating / my breathing / but me being dead is some nonsense

/ you need to quit it / eat a d-d-dick for dinner / dimwitted idiot

didn’t get the edit, message is we fed up with it / watching the

television become the supervision / babysitting, raising children on

the ideals of consumerism /spare me the euphemism / American futile

system / cherish the booming business / and stare at the luminescence /

impairing our view of fiction / appearing a true depiction / a lucid

hallucinogenic / fear is the group condition / it’s very accumulative /

apparently unifying / hysterical superstition / as eerie as lunar

missions / and terrorist crucifixions / empirical proof is missing /

imperial troopers with libertarian cruise missiles / all very amusing

when the interior’s fully fitted / who cares if it’s fuel efficient? /

What’s air with pollutants in it? / Just carry the new tradition /

because wearing computer chips in your skin isn’t science fiction /

it’s barely futuristic / they burry the tool of wisdom / in various

rules, religions / material movie images, institutions and prisons /

the clarity youth is missing / I’m sharing my truth with them / light

barreling through a prism / as rare as the moon eclipsing
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top