What is the single greatest verse in all of hip-hop?

What is the single greatest verse in all of hip-hop?

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Jay z dead presidents 2 verse 2 chapter 1 reasonable doubt

Kanye West - Runaway verse 3 + hook

>I guess that's why they call it windowpane

damn...

NOW IF I FUCK THIS MODEL...

i keep it 300 like the romans.

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience...

dum diary by kool ad

AZ in Life's a Bitch

AND I GOTTER NIGGA

GROCERY BAG

HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH A PHARAOHHHH III PUT THE PUSSY IN THE SARCOPHAGUS

Real Gs move in silence like LASAGNA

A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew

Only true answer

SENT YA BITCH A DICK PIC AND NOW SHE NEED GLASSES

go to bed todd

I'm the doctor; You wait on the waiting list.

Pull up in the monster automobile gangster...

Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I flushed out the feeling of me being the shit
Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it like, Hide-n-Go
And I can go anywhere: innie, minnie, miney, mo
I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD thing, tape deck
IPod, your girlfriend - and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
So wrap it up!
But he's so sweet she wanna lick the wrapper

no
try

A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual, bleed
Through the pencil, I leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don't write shit, ‘cause I ain't got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
I go by them goon rules, if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em
You pop 'em ‘cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher

IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL

I EXCEL, THEN PREVAIL

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind

Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess

Agree with this so much

Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says: "shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg"
And tell him "catch up" like mayonnaise
I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a setback
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at your moon and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies: "don't kill him, bring the nigga to me"
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again

>I know you want this for life
>Fuck you so good you'll be calling out to Christ
>Bottles of the tech got it laid on ice
>We spent four seasons at the four seasons twice

...

Big L is the nigga you expect to catch wreck in any cassette deck. I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate, my rap style is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy strung
Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Giuliani hung
Never had a gassed head, got loot cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'mma beat your faggot ass half-dead

I make that pussy micro soft like windows vista

Well, I'mma tell you straight up, homeboy cause it’s a cold world
Your wife, I call her “Old girl”, her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like “Get the fuck off me bitch”
If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why’d you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last abortion?
That was my kid, that’s right, but that I ain’t followin'
If she get pregnant again, it’d be from swallowin'
But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought?
I be drivin' it, head while I’m drivin it
Said you like to lay up dog, and play footies
But she need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies
Well..she said you gotta get drunk, and I could fuck her better sober
You get 20 grams, and think you fucking Erick Sosa
Better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, Cheat and Smoke, you got her still sittin'
Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, “I love you, I swear to God we’ll go to counseling”
I ain’t cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa
Cause you a motherfucking rest haven
I Put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin', cause I’m very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month
She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts
Dog, you feel in love wit a slut, What

Jay-Z first verse on Takeover

Yo I'm a teenage heart throb
Bitches always call me cause they know I do my job.

Ugly God's verse in Rari

Yo son what about Sharon
I'm in the mansion sipping Dom with Wong from Hong Kong
We smoking fucking hydro out the bong

You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a ho tonight
With perpendicular vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok
Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla,
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp em like vision, magic Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile

this

Fuck video surveillance, it's critical
Don't think I don't know you on the other side of the mirror, in the fitting room
I carry a clean shave if you ever feel you need your whiskers groomed, give you a scar that'll be from about three blocks visible

>Kanye West - Runaway verse 3 + hook

Lil Ugly Mane's verse on Throw Dem Gunz is pretty immaculate, but I like his verse on DUCKIN IN THA KUT too.

30 shot extended clip cold as fuck my hearts a brick
Fuck a paper game im in this business tryna kill a bitch
Got yo crew on s.o.s. depressed and stressed
Never catch your boy confess my pride is something that I never will ingest
If hes slippin ima zip him up, only guns no fisticuffs
No discussin shit with us youre booty dust
Youre getting flushed get it like *BLAT*
Fuck boy when I bust your better trust that that bullet hit you like a truck
How your momma gonna feel, she know that you a fairy
She know your bitch mouth put you in the cemetary
I got the presence of a world fuckin dignitary
So bow down stupid either way youre gettin buried

He's got some great stuff. Gotta post the classic:

>I GOT MY POLO RIGHT
>JUST GOT MY FADE DID
>I'M ON THAT SNOW WHITE
>THAT'S WHY I'M FADED

I got this pregnant snake
Stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethora of maniacs
And spiral stairs
Make your water break
In the apple store
Sink or swim, who fucking cares
Cut the birth cords
Press send
Yeah thick
Gaga can't handle this shit

I bite your fuckin nose, spit back in your fuckin lap
See somethin funny? See somethin funny?!
SEE SOMETHIN FUNNY MOTHERFUCKER?! Amputate your face off
Fuck around cut your shoulder blade off
Disconnect three of your fingers
You won't be able to point at shit
Or wave a fuckin cab down
Look at you bleedin with that rap shit on the fuckin ground

KEEP YO DOORS LOCKED IM THE OPPOSITE OF SANTA CLAUS
ROB A SUCKA QUICK, LEAVE'EM DEAD IN THEY PAJAMA DRAWERS

fucking under rated, this verse and song as a whole is something else. cant believe people actually think lil wayne was the way he is now his entire career

Richer than white people with black kids

YOU FIT TO LEARN THE PROPER MEANING OF THE
BEAT-DOWN MADNESS CHAOS IN THE BRAIN
LET MY BLOOD FLOW LET MY BLOOD FLOW THROUGH YOU MANE
YOU GOT NO BUSINESS QUESTIONING A THANG

Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg

1. Pharoahe Monch in The Extinction Agenda
youtu.be/24HmJ5cTdcc?t=99
2. Inspectah Deck in Triumph
youtu.be/cPRKsKwEdUQ?t=52
3. Bun B in Murder
youtube.com/watch?v=wVjk9firE9s&feature=youtu.be&t=130

Supplied with links because I love y'all.

shit nigga fuck nigga nigga nigga fuck nigga
shit nigga fuck nigga nigga nigga fuck nigga

capadonna on winter warz

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I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind
A creative way to rhyme without using knives and guns
Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God
And keep your face to the risin' sun
All my niggas from the Chi, that's my family, dog
And my niggas ain't my guys, they my family, dog
I feel like one day you'll understand me, dog
You can still love your man and be manly, dog
You ain't got to get heated at every house warmin'
Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman
Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Shiela always performin'?
The second she storm out then he storm in
Y'all gon' sit down, have a good time this reunion
And drink some wine like Communion
And act like everything fine and if it isn't
We ain't letting everybody in our family business

take a nigga bitch to the movies

>Bun B in Murder

Was listening to that earlier, one of the greatest of all fucking time.

>I'm a nasty kid and I know these bitches hate it
>I fuck you in the ass and for a year you're constipated

Seriously Quavo has like 10 all-time-great verses under his belt

SCARIER THAN BLACK PEOPLE WITH IDEAS

Awesome song, though personally Through The Wire is my favorite cut off the album, it makes me really happy

The best verse on TCD is Mos Def's, followed by the third verse on Through the Wire

>One motherfucker, two motherfuckers
>Three motherfuckers, fo' - wanna squab with me
>Over they, motherfuckin ho
>Tell 'em like this, ya better get up off my dick nigga!
>Befo' you have to deal wit my motherfuckin trigger
>I don't figure that it's worth all that, G
>Gettin yo' ass shot, cause ya bitch gave me the pussy
>Don't it feel funny when you go down ta eat her
>Knowin that you suckin on another nigga's peter
>And when ya get a kiss, do ya feel bliss
>Knowin that ya swallowed all that semen and that piss?
>You wanna step to me but I don't really think ya should
>I shoulda kicked yo' ass instead I told ya somethin good, bitch!

RZA on 4th Chamber

kendrick's control verse desu

otherwise
>pockets on shrek rockets on deck
>tell me whats next alien sex

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultraviolet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killer Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Bees ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block

Honestly this.

KOOL AD is the best rapper in the world.

All things considered this line is at least the best it could be based on the concept.

standing at my sodium
tryna watch my sodium

"You'll cowards don't even smoke crack. What's up with that?"

AND SHE JUST BLEACHED HER ASSHOLE

Live today like tomorrow, just earn money
Hip hop ain't die man, it just turned 20
Ambitions of musicians, I'm Thelonious Monk
Mixed with a little punk, for the homies to bump
I am not a little punk for the homies to jump
I'm Scarface smoking blunts while I'm holding the pump
So many hoes know me, I know what they want
But I'm Bobby at Knight, so I choke 'em for fun
Better yet Spreewell when I'm choking the coach
You noted the flow was dope, so don't even front
You better say that I'm the truth when I open my mouth
I'm a ghost and that's why I got so many styles
This nigga Pac won't leave me alone he keeps haunting me
Taunting me, I asked him "what you wan't from me?"
He said "nothing I just need some new company
These other rappers still sounding kinda dumb to me
So don't be scared be scared if ever you think I grab at cha
I know it's creepy, so what? I Ain't Mad At Cha"
This is written but off the top I'm the Mad Hatter
A bad boy, no wonder I see them mad rappers
All I gotta do is spray 'em with mace
They just pimples, I'm Noxzema they won't stay in my face
They got a lot of opinions they won't say to my face
I treat 'em like Bush do mexicans, stay in your place
I'm pink so why would I stay in a race?
But I black and these niggas can't stay in the race
I'm a beast, catch me bathing with apes
Riding with lions, why are you lying, playa you gay
If you try to throw me a curve, I'm making it straight
Shorty try to thrown me her curves, I stay getting laid
I'm a cute pink carpet, I stay in her place
And graffiti with the semen when I spray in her face
Using racial terms, I'm the Ace of the Spades
Loon of the Coons, more money for the porch monkeys

1/2

I stack figures, translation; I'm THAT nigga
Rap sicker than all of you rap niggas
I pop a lot of shit, that much is obvious
I'm only nice with the wrapping because I got a gift
And your pockets need Axe, it ain't got a scent
I'm pretty set in my ways, so why I gotta dip?
Y'all lukewarm and I am your father prick
No catholic priest, get off your father's dick
You pussies just love giving a lot of lip
Well I'm abstinent, that's why you ain't got a hit
I ain't stupid, I paint lucid pictures
I make moves like that Frank Lucas nigga
Should've been in the March on Washington
But I'm a King so march on, Washington
This is my year, from March on, watch the kid
This that real Chronic, go ahead you can spark it, get lit
This track is the looseleaf I was born to rip
I make it rain like Storm in a porno flick
Made her leave her X-man and get it on with him
Call Michael Buffer motherfucker, get it on with him
No homo but you niggas climbing Brokeback Mountain
I'm so crack, you sold that? I hope that found him
This is the product my nigga, no back counting
You ain't speaking english, you the Pope, that's wilding
You pop E and think you're leading the faith
Well I'm a can of Red Bull, I can keep them awake
I invest time in music, I guess I need more money
Until then November 10th is the new 420
So roll up and get a hit of the piff
Or buy yourself a Nixon lollipop and lick on a Dick bitch

>slurp that pussy up just like lo mein
pure poetry

Kanye's verses on Get 'Em High are pretty underrated too

Your highest calling was a text from Wiz Khalifa.

Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this
Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics
I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate
My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it
My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it
I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly
I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me
Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy
I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly
I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny
Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you
And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do
you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around
and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground
We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is
Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is
I'm from a time where every song was righteous
Before rap was just a swarm of white kids
And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness,
or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters
I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers
And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless

GOAT line

jay electronica on exhibit c dunno what verse
eminem's first verse on renegade
az on life's a bitch
nas on ny state of mind
andre 3000 on aquemini

Little known fact: the g in lasagna is not silent. Without the g it would sound like "luh-sauna." Still a great line tho

J Ivy on Never Let Me Down

We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you're a part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe; the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
My spirit is a part of this that's why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm trying to get us "us free" like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say I can't let you or self down
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip I would never ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out

*guitar solo*
*instrumental*
LOOKIN AT MY BITCH I BET SHE'LL TURN YOUR ASS TO STONE

>Literally nobody in the thread has said Bobby Shmurda's verse on Computers
Holy shit

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy reek, he just lost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause brad's two
Prayin for young souls to laugh at life through the stars
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog, but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
And ain't no bright side to losin life but you can view it like this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst, of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I woulda been wrong
I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
This can't be life

I put it Rollie, I'm drinkin' straight lean
A bitch is straight feelin' my diamonds (my diamond)
I roll in the city, my nigga, you got me
The shit, man, that’s hit, on my mama (Brrrrp!)
And give me some ugh! (Bow)
Robbing them, nigga, and fool (I holla)
Embedded the money, I got us some putty, some butter
Hakuna Matata! (Tata! Tata! Tata!) (turn up!)
I am tellin' you niggas
I’ll bury yo' daddy for taking my lotion (I know you)
I been taming your barrel, I say what I said
When I’m saying “my lotion!” (Gimme my lotion!)
I been giving you money, my niggas
And niggas’ll go a lil crazy (Go, Go!)
I went to the doctor, he looked at my dick
And he said I got rabies! (Dang!)

IT WAS ALL A DREAM

...

People say what have I done for all my years
My tears show my hard-earned work
I heard shoving is worse than pushing
But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher
Cause a pusher's a jerk

This is he gayest line I've ever heard

I'm only 19 but my mind is older

always hear how incredible this song is supposed to be and honestly i just can't get it. Don't understand what's so great

reported for underage

i really like biggies part here
youtube.com/watch?v=N6XhzXB3oY8
and that one
youtu.be/v_HW_AQiKkc?t=3m5s
but only some of my favourites
would make a call for best

IMMA FEEL LIKE A TSHIRT

I'm sexy and I know it

Lupe Fiasco - Mural

the entire thing

In this game, hangin' with my crew
Robbing everybody, hell, I might've robbed you
Taking care of mines, keepin' my homeys tight
Sharing what was mines, cause I ain't no jealous type
But still I get hype, and fight back when you back stab
I'll grab you straight by the neck and DDT you to the slab
Now here you go, you got me all physical
Now I'm in court, trying to tell the judge that I'm a lyrical
Freight train, gotta maintain game in this free world
Life is change, niggas stay the same but I'll make your head twirl
You really don't know me, your honor
To make a story short, in the end I'm a goner
You move you lose in the game homey and I'm searching for my come up
Life's a melting pot, don't move Point Blank won't put his gun up
Outsiders try to read me but they don't know me
Point Blank, label my lifestyle "OG"
Cook County, Chicago and Houston
South Park Wreckless clan, I'm boostin'
To be frank, let me hit the dank before you take me to the tank
Allah I thank
My mind went blank

>those last 3 lines

heck ya

"Smoke Weed Everyday" -Snoop Dogg

Phil’s from the soul, Jack’s from the P.I
Horatio or Horat so big-eyed!
Tito Dick, “Dickman”, baby!
He raised Phil and loves the ladies
Jack’s cool, he's lazy, he’s still learnin’
Otherwise Cherry Pie, he's still a virgin
Chita, meet the freak of the week-ah!
Phil’s homegirl, got Jack wanna keep her
But it’s not happenin’, neither!
Shakin’ like a seizure
Hold up, let me spark this, take a breather
Breathe that reefer in my lungs
I got grapes, what you watchin’, son?

Phil's from 'Frisco, plebe

Sniff it, lick it, put my wiener in it.