'Dopest' Rap Verse of All Time ?

Jake...

Jake...

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what do you think.

Personally, a toss up between:



Snoop Dogg - Jin and Juice

Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke

Shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now

But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin

Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot

Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'

Snoop Dogg- The Shizznit

Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is

Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz

Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick

And let me get into some fly gangsta shit

Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut

Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt

I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop

I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke

You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.

D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.

You can't see my homey Dr. Dre

So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say

Gotta take a trip to the MIA

And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK

You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me

i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe

The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas

Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his

Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch!

Dr. Dre - Lets Get High

Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy

Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be

All these fine bitches equal sex to me

plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me

No doubt, sit back on the couch

Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out

Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth

Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
 
Go ahead and grip glocks

I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots

You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I'll watch you topple flat

Put away your rings and holla back

Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits

By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches

What you preach is worthless

Your worship defeat the purpose

Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service

Beyond what ya'll fathom

I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em

Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm

Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick

In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist

Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague

This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade

So if I catch you bluffin'

Faggot, you're less than nothing

I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
 
Notorious B.I.G. - Party and Bullshit

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the gack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...
 
the entirety of Gang Starr "Moment of Truth"

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do

You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof

We all must meet our moment of truth

Verse One: Guru

The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with

could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language

It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you

or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through

Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks

it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back

That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust

It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust

But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point

So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

You know I be the masterof the who what where and why

See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya

Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya

down, just like some shellfish in a bucket

cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm

But just as you'll receive what is comin to you

Everybody else is gonna get theirs too

I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute

That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge

You may not know the harships people don't speak of

It's best to step back, and observe with couth

For we all must meet our moment of truth

Verse Two: Guru



Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near

Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere

Why do bad things happen, to good people?

Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil

The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin

to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations

Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin

Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin

Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy

Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high

Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate

the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate

But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before

So I oughta be able, to withstand some more

But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo

I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind

I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine

My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind

And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine

But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime

And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes

So like they say, every dog has its day

And like they say, God works in a mysterious way

So I pray, remembering the days of my youth

As I prepare to meet my moment of truth



("You should know the truth

And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_)

Verse Three: Guru

Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start

Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart

Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines

You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes

Crack the spines of the fake gangsters

Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters

Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?

Or will you be looked upon strangely?

I reign as the articulator, with the greater data

Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam

While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots

I explore more, to expose the core

A lot of MC's, act stupid to me

And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity

But anyway it's just another day

Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it

You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it

The king of monotone, with my own throne

Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones

Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight

Your image and your business, were truly not done right

Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors

You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya

No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y

I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending

My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse

Cause you must meet your moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do

You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

None's untouchable, no man is bulletproof

We all must meet our moment of truth

 
not sure on the verse, but i know a good line:

"im the one who hammered the first nail in jesus" in Blood in blood out by jedi mind tricks

its kind of hatefull towards jesus, but then again its jedi, and they hate everyone
 
Ima let you know what time it is

like a movado

every word im rhymin' bitch its hard to swallow

im a model deserado i got got bitches in nevado

all the way in colorado

instructions they follow

Mac Dre

RIP

THIZZ OR DIE JEA JEA JEA

HYPHYYYYYYY

YAY AREA 

 
sweatshop union

We've had our sights blinded, all of my like-minded,

People need to get up and discover the right time is,

Now, so start opposing the powers that arose,

In ancient days and paved the way to this load,

It's so controlled, it's sitting in most, just sit and stare,

At a television with a distant glare,

And I'm ashamed to admit it, I'm a slave to this shit,

As much as anybody but I'm not afraid of it,

This is where the change comes, and this is where we make some difference,

Embrace what's within us and escape from this prison,

All it takes is a little bit of faith,

And a little bit of love, to get rid of all the hate,

But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it,

We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out,

We figure out where we're going while we live in doubt,

If you want my truth, listen now and just think about it,

The thing about it is we can't even think about it,

Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change,

So, take a second, and shake your head,

And take a step ahead and think about it,

so dope and so chill!!!! what hip hop should sound like....
 
haha ok

whatever works

i personally wouldnt have picked jedi just cuz they seem to be mad at the entire world and it always tends to put me in a bad mood hence the fact i didnt pick theyr songs...

 
have no idea till youve heard verse four notorious b.i.g. in the song victory

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights

The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas

Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us

P-diddy run the city, show no pity

Im the witty one, franks the crook from the brook

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect

No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish

Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish

Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe

Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch

Black rob joined the mob, it aint no replacin him

Niggaz step up, with just mase and em

Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused

The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy

Business wise, I play men

Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men

You screamin, I position, competition

Nother day in the life of the comission
 
fan favorite 'niggas's' by notorious b.i.g.

Today's agenda

Got the suitcase up in the Sentra

Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya

Feel the strangest

If no money exchanges

I got these kids in ranges

Believe them niggas brainless

All they tote is stainless

You just remain as

Calm as possible, make the deal go thru

If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do

Please make yo killins clean

Slugs up in between

They eyes, like True Lies

Kill em and flee the scene

Just bring back the coke or the cream

Or else, yo life is on the shelf

We mean this Frank

Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank

Lets get this money baby

They shady, we get shady

Dress up like ladies

And burn em with 30 380's

Then they come to kill our babies

That all out

I got gats that blow the wall out

Clear the mall out

Fuck the fallout

Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy

The seven digits push me

Fuckin real

Here's the deal

I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece

Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach

Supply the peeps with Jeeps

Brick a piece

Capiche?

Everybody gettin cream

No one considered the leech

Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5

I kill em all I'll be set for life

Frank pay attention

These muthafuckas is henchmen

Renegades, if you die they still get paid

Extra probably, fuck the robbery

I'm the boss

Promise you won't rob em, I promise

But of course you know I had my fingers crossed

[Chorus:]

Niggas bleed just like us

Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me

Niggas bleed just like us

Picture me bein shook

We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin beef cook

Niggas bleed just like us

Picture a nigga hidin

My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin

Niggas bleed just like us

I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all

Runnin ain't in my protocol

[Verse Two:]

Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron

From Tuscon, push the black Yukon

Usually has the slow grooves on

Mostly rock the Isley

Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely

Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a ?jooks?

Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece

Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut

His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up

Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish

Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats

Heres a criminal

Nigga made America's Most

Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat

The nigga got bagged with the toast, weeded

Took it to trial, beat it

Now he feel he undefeated

He mean it

Nothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun wounds

Everything, the game, embedded in his brain

And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds

Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin

Y'all know the signs

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

We agreed to go shoot till we silly

Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's

So I freaked em

The telly manager was Puerto Rican

Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her

Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers

And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us

We blaze they place, long story

Glo seent my face, got shook

Thought a nigga was comin for the safe

Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin

A jamaican, some bitches I swear

They look gay

In a black Range Rover

Been outside all day

If its trouble let me know, I'll be on my way

Please I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed

Nightmare, this bitch don't leave

Ron, get the gasoline

This spot, we bout to blow

Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know

Its room 112

Right by the staircase, perfect place

When they evacuate, they meet they fate

Ron pass the gasoline

The nigga pass me kerosene

Fuck it, its flammable

My hunger is unexplainable

Strike the match, just what I expected

The dred kid ejected in seconds

And here come two

Opposite sexes

One black, one Malaysian

We in the hallway waitin patient

As soon as she hit the door we start blastin

I saw her brains hit the floor

Raw laughin

I swear to God

I hit MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the chest

Spint around, shot the chick in the breast

She cryin, headshots put her to rest

Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces

The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems

Thats when other guests start to slip in

Its time for us to get to dippin

I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up

Flippin, pistol grippin

I know they clippin

The hallway, got real loud and crowded

They walked right past us

I dont know how they allowed it

The funny thing about it

Through all the excitement

They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant

Stupid motherfuckers
 
When I finger the girl... O it stinks!

Cause they don't wash their vagina.

My hands get sticky like they were covered in Aunt Jemima

"Trikes & Bikes" - Gazeebow Unit

 
You guys have overlooked what was quite possibly the deepest, most meaningful song ever written.

I'm SPM you know my name

I'm the one that came about the dope game

I've paid my dues and kept my cool

I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school

I'm from the streets thank god for rap

I creep through my hood in the smoke gray lac

Contridiction on my chest, versace on my clothes

I got too many too many heh YO

I'm shakin bakin cookies turnin rookies into vets

I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex

My lex is outside plus I got a 6 4

But my benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole

I'm drippin candy wet and I'm swangin 84s

Nothin but the screw bangin in my radio

I'm blowin mrs mary and im sippin on sherry

Give my homies mama money for his commisery

My name is..

[chorus]

sssss ppppp mmmmm

south park mexican

heh yo pass the greenery weed tweedle lee tweedle la

livin like a king fill the steam in my spa

before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl

I started off small now I'm stronger than the law

you know my name I'm SPM

in this rap game I'm the creme a la cram

I tell you what it is

and ill tell you what it was

exotic foreign minx and imported asian rugs

police at my door fedaralis on my phone

I guess im makin too much money with my microphone

I did my time no sunshine

it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine

[chorus]

Uh I used to be a shoe shina

now I sip aunt jamima

I go to sleep in europe and wake back up in china

I take em break em down represent that H-Town

I'm Carlos el Mexicano in english Charlie Brown

my top is on drop and my trunk is on pop

my girl is snow white in the form of a rock

my hot block is in this in this rap I break againas

blowin indo rollin 20 dolla pinnas

dances with the wolves in my southern side hood

got seven brick houses all made out of wood

I'm either at the park where my homies shootin jumpas

or in the limosuine gettin freaked by head huntas

you name my name

[chorus]

 
Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.

When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.

Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.

I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.

We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.

Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.

I thought to myself, “Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!”

I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.

I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.

Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.

But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.

I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.
 
Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala

A caller gettin laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY

But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!

A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]

I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler

Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller

I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower

Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed

I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem

Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form

Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along

I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood

Man it's understood -- got money in my hood

I'm pushing big body can't stop me

For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy

I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'

I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'

I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean

Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Chorus

[Fat Pat]

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends

Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends

Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz

In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues

Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose

Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low

Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow

Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit

Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit

It don't quit, as I get high

from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide

Now we worldwide, watch me highside

Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied

187 thugs, oh yeah we got love

Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

Chorus

[Lil' Will]

Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks

Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop

And that's for real, so tell me how you feel

to make a million dollars out my first record deal

Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear

Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beer

Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride

Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide

We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator

That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin

Puttin it in your face, and that's for real

Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will

Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug

So nigga nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs

Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down

Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Chorus

[Yungstar]

I gots to get better man, it gots to move on

Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone

Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon

Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches

Had to get older -- man it got colder

I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder

Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan

Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan

Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me

Everytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me

Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??

Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den

Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie

Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi

Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot

My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Chorus

[Hawk]

I hit the highway

Everything's my way, I par-le

Everyday all day, ain't no way

Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood

Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top

I only play to win -- bout to close up shop

Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again

Peep the message I send

Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend

Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south

Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?

Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores

Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors

Mansion doors -- I contstantly close

All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes

Lord knows -- ain't no time to play

Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.
 
from "rappers delight"- sugarhill gang

have you ever went over a friends house to eat

and the food just aint 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 sayin that youre full

and then your friend says momma he's just being polite

he aint finished uh uh that's bull

so your heart starts pumpin 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 foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin

of the moment that it's time to leave

and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin

into something that looks like cheese

oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place

i dont care what these people think

im just sittin here makin 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 bubbah but we're still friends
 
Don't fret, I posted SPM as a joke. And no, Hooker With a Penis is in no way similar to You Know My Name. You simply cannot compare Tool to that.
 
Pretty much that whole song, my favorite line from it being

Using numerology

to count the people ive sent to heaven

produces more digits than 22 divided by 7

 
i could never say that any verse is the best but this is one of my favorites:

(capathy by Qwel off the album The Harvest)

Coward

human got a gun, he’s down to shoot it, run

Bow before his outward

spouting power

A flower slumps in the slums

A crushing flood

on someone’s love, someone’s son, someone’s done

(Buck, Buck, Buck,

UHHH)

And the rain sings like, I don’t care

And the train

howls like, I don’t care

But where them thugs at, so other thugs know

just who to bust at

Some dumb ass brats who buck at other thugs, but

miss as much as tap

To cap a total stranger’s rug rat

Waitin

on the bus mad

Not another mustard…puff…slug through lung and lunch

bag

Fuck cats actin adamant about thug ass philosophy

But

oddly enough never changed a diaper or diaper wrapped colostomy

Rap

about zaggin rags, I highly doubt it

Let the dragon out on babies

babies, now ain’t a side round it

(I don’t care)

Drowning

flowers ain’t a thing, not for cowards fraid to sing

That goes for

cops up on Howard

Panoptic tower made of heat

It’s raining

steel nails through tissue boat sails and gales of dollar cream

Hail

increase like collars, fathers martyred out of ink

Think how

slaughtered daughters’ mothers weep it out without an ounce of sleep

Salty heaps of sniffled “why’s” crystallized round her cheeks

Sees the skies as just clouds now

Shouts in her pillow wet

But where my killer’s killers?

To fill in her children’s

silhouette

Chillin, building hell, feelin well, killin something

Blood for miles, high as a horse’s bridle, demons runnin, Jesus comin

Told em

Hold em to an unrepentant sentence, senseless muggin

Desensitized eyes, shruggin pride, to deny your lungs from pumpin

He’s the hardest motherfucker ever fucked a mother

Brother

bucker

Bust at thunder in his slumber

Up to pluck your

number

Peace,

The Harvest

Rubber Duckers, he’s

retarded

Swingin his sickle, gleanin brittle garden, marksman sucks

you under

 
another qwel song i really like called blood from the stone on Dark Day:

This world feels like crumbling plastic, tumbling

backwards, crashing down

Glass and bubbling acid splashing back, shudder and

smash unto the ground

The trumpet blasts been howling for days

I pray for my Savior to come from the

clouds

The trouble we found amounts to nothing

In respect to that rumbling sound

Thundering round this mountain, fumbling crowd

mumbling wondering how

Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering

gowns

Under the sun just hustling louse

And huffin and puffin and fuck it forget

it

It’s nothing, just suffer it out

What a grim pout, summer of sin, the fun’ll begin and

some’ll get down

Some will get found and some will get singed and some

will get big and some will get proud

And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard

seeds

Drown with the shuffling clouds

Juggling clowns, sniffing his doubts, drowning in

ritalin, tripping his now

Bow to the drugist, the towers just plummet but how

he just loves this drifting in doubt

Fixin to dowse us down in splintered debris and this

isn’t me, the hisses agree

Physics of heat the vicous deceit and gimmick emcees

and distance between

The images beaming to limit his thinking

As if it drips from the flickering screen then it’s

bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood

In the winter of grievance

And bitches and thugs

Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical

love

Shit’ll go bust if kids’ll grow up

Justice is reason in flux with the season

And read it and breath it and shit or get

up

Enough with conceit and us limping in

slough

Huffin and puffin and wheezin, believin in nothin

but

Me me me now now now

Hey listen to me, I got something to say

That’s why I sing about me

I name it anthrax is xanax is half bar is fat

scar

Is double dutchin luncheon

Rubber duck artists motherfuck your

rapstars

Brothers drugged by dragons in dungeons

Running ads, sucking black tar

Son it’s sad, but daddy and mummy and sissy and bubby

give a shit if you listen to missy and puffy

It’s fishies and puppies and ribbons and lovely and

pretty and fluffy

And rusty and jagged and maggots and money, it’s

funny, you’re laughin, somebody’s blastin a gunny at the front of the studying

class

Half of them bloody the other half running

Hated the tv, made it to tv, hatred is easy, we made

it this ugly

Faded to nothing for nothing

But pagers and cellys and nature is leaving and

bleeding and plugging and bugging and bleeping and love it or leave it or keep

it this cuddled to huddle in secret

it cuddles with weakness in men, when will we see

that this beacon’s pretend

you get hemmed if you try to wake a sleeper from the

deeps of his slumber underneath all you’re gonna see is red

all this greed and this death

and this grief and this debt

that we perfect

that beasts project

an infection of freaks injected in streets

projected

ain’t that a neat effect

when the lesson is green and the leavings a blessin

we agreed hence

with a seed to fence

the keys to benz, a disease to boot, a scene to

shoot, and a g defense

and a tweeked effect on a peaking crest

a weakminded fly to buy my weak cassette

if he’s a friend he better let you burn a copy of

this shit and observe the script for what Jesus says

He’s returning kids, better turn to Him and learn the

hymns

So we can leave this stress and this mess in the

furnaces where the serpents sit

And it’s sweet revenge
 
The Game - how we do

This is how we do

We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club

This is how we do

Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

This is how we do

We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club

This is how we do

Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh

Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums

You don't want, none

Nigga betta, run

When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum

Come get, some

Pistol grip, pump

If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones

Since red, rum

Ready here I, come

Compton, unh

Dre found me in the, slums

Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun

I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"

Buck pass the blunt

These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun

Coke and rum

Got weed on the ton

I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh

I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs

Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
 
The whole first verse of "Gimmie the Loot" by Biggie, flows really well, but isn't the most intelligent.

Another sick verse is the first one in "Rule" by Nas.

I come from the housin tenement buildings

Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death

Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell

Though I owe to it my success

With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal'

I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud

Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign

Like, the darker you are the realer your problems

I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin

On this life mission, never know what's next

Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Caeser

Had a piece of the globe, every continent

Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan

Pakistan, America, Afghanstan

Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics

Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages

No war, we should take time and think

The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct

But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fightin

Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?

Must it go on, we must stop the killin

Tell me why we die, we all God's children

 
memory lane-Nas

One for the money

Two for pussy and foreign cars

Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars

I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses

Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real

A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces

Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces

Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow

and back down po-po when I'm vexed so

my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank

I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank

Pumpin for somethin, some'll prosper, some fail

Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales

My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails

I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats

They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black

Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing

Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo

Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still

Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill

True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins

I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
 
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