Inspectah Deck: 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
Niggas ain't gon' shit, then get the fuck up off the pizz-ot Got O's of loud in my living room like I was Lennox Trapped a nigga and his wife for his wallet and his wristwatch And they say I might do life in jail for kidnap, bitch I did not give a single solitary fuck I stand on all ten toes, one dick and two nuts Don't do yayo or shoot up But I went back and forth with some work and went through a few plugs This white devil society dare a nigga to do drugs And dare yo ass to deal 'em, distribute and conceal 'em My niggas don't got no boats or no ports, how you think we get 'em? Crack was black America's cup of coffee in the beginnin' When they creep up and you waking, you crackers can fight the feelin' Motherfuck euthanasia, I'll lace your food up with razors Make you gargle with saltwater, excuse yourself from my table I fathered these fuck niggas with fables, pussy, I been real Good on any street up Shit's Creek in Shitsville, nigga
Zachary Mitchell
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
Gavin Brown
Jay Z:
Brooklyn you crazy, look how you made me Razor blades in my mouth walking 'round behaving All demented black hoodies and Timberlanded Always scheming "you see the gleam on that niggas pendant?" Hello Brooklyn, you bad influence look what you had me doing But I ain't mad at you, look at my attitude It says my life's too real, check out my ice grill Baby I'm cold as ice, like I'm from Brownsville But my Bed's in the Stuy though I'll lie flat in your bush Till we smoke a C.I. what up to the boy B.I You know I handle B.I. I don't half-step on the 'caine Ask the dreads 'bout I, how you gwaan so? She like it hardcore, So I grind slow Iller than Albee Square Mall back in the 9-0 My fine ho we got some victims to catch So in a couple years baby I'mma bring you some Nets
Asher Gonzalez
thats a classic but Decks best verse is on Duel of the Iron Mic, then CREAM
from other rappers, my favorites include:
Pos's second verse on Ring Ring Ring Q Tips 1st verse on Midnight Phifes second verse on Butter Kendricks 3rd verse on Sing About Me Andre 3000s verse on Myintrotoletyouknow Big Bois verse on Da Art of Storytellin pt 2 Kanye's 3rd verse on Dark Fantasy practically everything Guru ever did thats all off the top of my head i actually have a decently long list in a notebook of verses to examine in case i ever want to try to rap lol
Jayden Lee
Jay Zs best verse is the 3rd verse on the clean version of Feelin It, oddly enough
Thanks bro. I'll check it out. I'm not a huge Jigga fan, but I've been listening to him more lately.
Jace Scott
How many of us are into old school hip hop?
KRS One: While I'm battling these rival crews Yes, BDP would stay in the Street News Some said, All they wanna do is battle They can't write a song, so their careers won't last long! Around this time I used to hang with Ced Gee And DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric B I didn't meet Rakim till later with Scott I remember we were jammin' at the rooftop It used to irk me when these critics had opinions Scott would say "Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin'" We had a fucked up contract, but we signed it And dropped the hip-hop album Criminal Minded We told the critics your opinions are bull Same time Eric B and Rakim dropped Paid in Full Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be But right then hip-hop changed drastically People didn't wanna hear the old rap sound We started samplin' beats by James Brown In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy" Scott was killed and that shit got to me But knowin' the laws of life and death I knew his breath, was one with my breath I had nothin' left and it was scary So I dropped By All Means Necessary Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back These two albums set off consciousness in rap But all along, I'm still lookin' around And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down
Brandon Sullivan
KRS is another one that only spits gold, Criminal Minded alone is probably the most quoted hip hop album ever
Wyatt Evans
God tier. Just imagine if RZA's basement studio didn't flood and we couldve gotten that proper Deck solo album. Great verse. It's even more impressive considering that beat is not an easy beat to ride at all. Gibbs can flow over anything. Great verse. It's relatively new so anyone who says Jay can't rap anymore can fuck off. FUCKIN CLASSIC Also great. This is a good thread.
Zachary Thompson
Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV Young rebel, young money nothin' you could tell me Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don't understand me I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin' I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin' On a mission tryna shift the culture Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin' All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure Like aye, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless I don't change like credentials, you know you see the necklace My life's a completed checklist I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now That's real
Oliver Brooks
Mos Def - Mathematics
Yo, it's 1 universal law but 2 sides to every story 3 strikes and you biddin' for life, mandatory 4 MCs murdered in the last 4 years I ain't trying to be the 5th when the millennium is here Yo it's 6 million ways to die, from the 7 deadly thrills 8-year-olds getting found with 9mils It's 10 PM, where your seeds at? What's the deal? He on the hill pumping krills to keep they bellies filled Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life Young soldiers trying to earn their next stripe When the average minimum wage is $5.15 You best believe you've got to find a new grind to get cream The white unemployment rate is nearly more than triple for black Some front-liners got their gun in your back Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty And end up in the global jail economy Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence Budget cutbacks but increased police presence And even if you get out of prison still living Join the other 5 million under state supervision This is business: no faces, just lines and statistics From your phone, your Zip Code to SSI digits The system break man, child, and women into figures 2 columns for "who is" and "who ain't niggas" Numbers is hard and real and they never have feelings But you push too hard, even numbers got limits Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret The million other straws underneath it It's all mathematics (math)
Josiah Wilson
You have elite taste.
Owen Morgan
It's frustratin' when you just can't express yourself And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks Fast forward towards the stars and the jetpack My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges To the debt holders and the law makers Fuck you, sue me, bill me That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me The lies can't conceal me The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky's gon' reveal me My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me My Lord's too beneficent The message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistenin' The universe is listenin', be careful what you say in it My grandma told me every bed a nigga make, he lay in it The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies I'd also take a ton of Guru verses. Or Canibus: youtube.com/watch?v=vuXrT03lyGo
Dylan Stewart
Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger now to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious ways so when he starts The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay
Vince sampled this so perfectly.
Jayden Collins
One of the GOAT Kanye songs.
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out And that make me wanna get my advance out And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind Kanye step away from the lime Light like when I was on the grind In the 1-9-9-9 Before model chicks was bending over Or dealerships asked me "Benz or Rover?" Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old? Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural Fired a week later, the manager count the churros Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro' How we out in Europe, spending Euros They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free But if they ever flip sides like Anakin You'll sell everything including the mannequin They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm Shorties at the door cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"
Daniel Hill
Danny's Verse on 30, it's cheating cause it's the whole song but I swear Danny the greatest of all time
Josiah Peterson
The ending when he says "got a nigga chasing death" always gives me goosebumps.
Liam Powell
Bump
Thomas Peterson
ooga booga get money fuck bitches nigga
Liam Gonzalez
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 raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me While, funny style niggas roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life Props as a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual
Brandon Nelson
Fuck man XXX is like my favorite album
Chase Phillips
Fields tho.
Camden Myers
Bump
Lincoln Turner
obvious one
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin this schwepervesent street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough So, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high - Cause life's a bitch and then you die
Nolan Rogers
Mos Def on RE:Definition
What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 These simpletons they mentioned in The synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon The Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them (Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it! Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee You see me?
Ian Foster
This is great. Who is it?
Levi Cruz
Nas - Life's a bitch
Adam Ross
Put one up for Shackle Me Not, clean logic procreation I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement I walk the block with a halo on a stick, poking your patience Y'all catch a thirty second flash visual Dirty cooperative med platoon Bloom, head-trip split ridiculous Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up With trickle-down anti-hero smack (Kraken!) I pace my game for zero hour completion cretin, splash Duke of early retirement picket dream American Nightmare hogging the screen I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in If you'd stop following me around the jungle gym Now it's honor, and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage Merit crutched on the wretched refuse From my teeming resonance I promise, tempest tossed breed with a bleeding conscience See, the creed accents responsive But my spores divorced the wattage And I'm sleeping now — wow! — yeah, the settlers laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs (You won't be laughing!) Then I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em His origami dream is beautiful But man, those wings will never leave the ground Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
Joshua Rivera
I got a reputation all across the nation for givin all the people such a good sensation Got a explanation for the congregation, try to live up to your expectations Get invitations for conversations, and I do my thing without complication Even with inflation and segregation, everywhere I go I got a reservation Spread good vibration and jubilation, I'm the king of emcees for your information But first foration, and preparation, I can deal with any kind of situation Took examination for radio station, the best in my class at graduation No imitation on my rhyme creation, and the girls all scream from infatuation I'm the least conceited, the undefeated, the sometimes-hated, the best created I'm the king of hearts, and I'm the ace of spades, yes I'm the best emcee God ever made The Grandmaster rocks the house, turns it out Without a doubt, I'm from the old school. youtu.be/TAM9oZnmvMs
This whole song is gold, but let's just leave it at the first verse.
John Jones
Its A.Z's verse though, you bitch
Matthew Smith
Looking for shit to scratch up off this bucket list Found a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends Fucking bucket, bumping nothing in the summer Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went I kept it in the baggie of Oregano Fronting like I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low Let the records show these niggas why they bitches neck is swole It's OFM to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up Using label checks to fuck around in the Cressida And I'm advocating aggression To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka This drink is like my first time hearing Flocka Hope is what the weed can't offer Cheap ass, coughing, C-class method actor, young nigga Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's very active Strong arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics Why you started? I fire harder than every rapper Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?
Robert Peterson
Here I go, the seven odd Manchu squad Black notes I quote, I dedicate to my young star Via subway cars I span the metro C-know sold stee-lo Is livin' on the D-low The galactic travler eternal explorer Like the invincible master agent - a true warrior Neither here nor there, the master of illusion My sun moon sets catch reps when we cruisin' The New York boroughs with classic boombastic Studied all the styles and got nasty at it Like a Thelonius Monk, I travel in peace Left on, right on, black man from the east
Eli Roberts
Fair g, calm Peace.
Isaiah Carter
Digable Planets are dope af.
Christopher Harris
Credit where credits due bruh bruh, put some respek on the name
Ryder Kelly
Respek my dubs >Check 'em
Dominic Reyes
I was one off trips, lets call it a stalemate, nigga
Wyatt Smith
I run shit like an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your cabbage red Similar to your ass in a casket dead Drastic spread of acid heads Come to abort you like a bastard egg That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs Ask the feds if I'm past the edge Rockin' the most classic threads, flashin' bread Roll down the window: "Bitch, you got some fantastic legs!" You can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre, you get him and him Swift, you get him and him, I'll get him and him Leave the other two for my nigga Eminem Never writer's block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick!" And got drop kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it!" Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scoota '97 crop pick Sick of y'all niggas lookin' at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket through your optic You niggas still don't know the top pick I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass And have you shittin' socks, bitch P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (No one) — ain't nobody iller than me
Angel Clark
Some say Sean Price is, nicest on mic devices Pack power which make me more mightier than Isis Try this, that's when the Ruck shakes the richta Inflicters of pain my aim is to rip ya Picture you tryin to break through my path My eight blasts all you fuckin snakes in the grass Went to hell with angel dust,plus I bust the devils lungs With lyrics that come from tip of the tongues now you sprung Sean sparks like John Starks in the fourth Quarter Oughta meet my peeps, thats deeper than the tora Unforgettable like Nat King Bats Swing Louieville chill because my motherfucking slap stings This track brings, the average career to a halt Is It my fault you fell victim to my verbal assault If I had dollars for every nigga who dared to battle me on microphones I'd fuck around and be a millionaire
Andrew Flores
[Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Life of a gambler I play my hand with candor Tip the vic dancer Lit the cancer Kiss the tarantula Switch the pamper It's banter Glitz and glamour Whip the Fisker No need to shift the Phantom The tandem Male enhancement The sex is tantric Perfect the gambit Protect the King Play the harem It's heaven Roll the seven with discretion Impressive The necklace Make the peasant toss the lettuce with the French Dressing (I walked in the Casino) To add the jet to the collection Fresh glass of nectar the refreshment Popped a mescaline in like a breath mint Benevolence Diamond elements Million dollar rhetoric Remy Martin spill on the carpet Twist pelicans in crisp garments Triple lemons, Prince charming The fire army discharges I pay the lawyer, beat the charges The energy is harnessed Regardless
Michael Miller
Played this song for the craziest dude I ever met. Ended up making him cry. The rap game doesn't deserve Jay Electronica.
Pharoahe Monch's verse on this track is outta this world.
Grayson Kelly
I even be gettin more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip Be slipped between my lips and then I'll spit! Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead spit out, that itty bitty style you upchuck Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up! It's my termi-nology that strikes the mind and rips this beat apart You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start I flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em A lobotomy, follow me! I'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery (ALL OVER THE TRACK!) Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R Gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style For the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild F-F-F-Fuck that! When I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone I'm prone to be eliminating Cling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense/cents then sing along Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on
Asher Jones
One of the most underrated MC's.
Mason Turner
Can't believe he's rapping like this in '93:
You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you So listen The Abstract intuition is very very worthy I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey Can't understand the underground, it gets deep The Lo, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps The women, the lingo, and all the other goods Peace to the hoods, keep my shit on play Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke Brothers know the angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner Hook up the beats at the funk manor If you want a roll, then the dough I be raking The scope is on the world cos it's mine for the taking You know I'm gonna do it My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid Chemists get confused of my ill composition This is the third of the new Tribe addition MCs be swinging, but a lot of them be missing So shut your bloodclot and listen Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S Gotta a lot of rhythm and style and finesse Come here love, hot sex on a plat And when you're done with that then clap
Asher Hughes
Elite
Tyler Green
It's such a damn good verse. The way it was written makes it flow fucking perfectly. Nice quads btw
Niggas wanna know what I’m about, I’m bout blowing loud On the block sporty, Glock 40 in a politician mouth I take the competition out commission with my composition Who the kid spitting behind the bars like a con position Gotta give ‘em time to listen, they’ll soon bump to it They’ll like me, I kick it like Nike they’ll soon adjust to it But if you hate I know you must do it I ain’t mad at you I keep my attitude on "screw it a million bucks should do it" I’m out for presidents to represent me Yo chick keep messaging me, who the bestest MC? They be mentioning me Too hot, I be molesting the beat, fuck math Teachers should teach us to get Smith & Wesson’s off of the street So first class be a lesson for me Fuck what you teaching for some regents, I'm flying over regions Reaching, all time highs where Jesus can’t reach us Step to me and get the recipe to make you rest in peace This is for my niggas, killers, hundred dollar billers On the block in the rock spot, Glock cocked watching out for cops All about their cheddar, young guns know nothing that’s better Like fuck a prison letter, those Beretta’s led us to the lettuce Relish fetishes, menaces want the senator’s percentages If you ain't prejudice you still a nemesis Smoking on the Clematis, get open like a present is Now your presence is on the premises for them presidents My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is They linking terrorists from the Stuy to Lincoln Terraces Stay on that reckless shit, they leave you left for the dead Kids don’t play they’ll erase your head in a race for the bread Children on the corners slinging some regs, popping some meds Jakes be so deep in cover they be chasing the feds I be back stage gripping haze breaking my leg My folks was making the best when they was naked in bed, muthafucka
Mason Long
Second verse on Uncommon Valor Third verse on Iron Galaxy
Jack Sanders
Nas' 2nd verse on Memory Lane Nas' verse on Verbal Intercourse Nas' 1st verse on N.Y State of Mind Basically most of Nas from 1994-1997
Landon Parker
I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and shit, sippin' Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killin' on camera Pop a Perc, I can't stand up Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up ya panty Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it I got niggas that's countin' for digits Say you make you a lot of new money Know some killas pull off and they in the Wraith CTD, pull up in the killa Bape Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it I got broads, yea I get it I get cards yea I shitted This how I live it Did it all for a ticket Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it And Bobby gon' trend it Jeff The Don doin' business Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business I be gettin' to the chicken Countin' to the chicken And all of my niggas gon' split it
Ethan Torres
First off I’m thankful for everyone that follows me And everyone that doubted me can swallow their apology I’m the kind of character that’s written in mythology Living in the present day it’s in my biology To rap about equality and the rock mic properly It’s obvious a lot of you could learn from this philosophy I’m not a know-it-all I’m full of curiosity I’m fascinated by the stars and their luminosity Guided by a prophecy working at full velocity I grew up the classics class of Sean Connery My women’s from a James Bond flick I won the lottery Plus I mold young minds similar to pottery I just stole your fans better call it in a robbery I sound so original my clone couldn't copy me No this anatomy belongs to a prodigy Honestly in my mind nobody is topping me
Caleb Ward
Well it's Bun-B bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens' Not them finger lickins Stickin' niggas that be trickin' You need a swift kick in' yo ass is right for the pickin' Now as my pockets thicken I be kickin' nickel slickin' you sick when I be clickin' Now take a look at the Bigger nigga Malt liquor swigger Playa hata ditch digger Figure my hair trigger get a hot one in yo liver You shiver, shake, and quiver I'm frivolous if a nigga get wetter than a river For what it's worth it's the birth of some niggas doin' dirt Fuck her first and take off her skirt Now make the pussy hurt It's the Master Hit the Swisha faster then you fever blister bastard Fuck yo sister faster Fifty elbows for sale yo Brother better have my mail ho Fore I catch a murder case and go to jail Oh, hell no! Time to bail hit the trail so We can sell mo fuckin' yayo get the scale No other bullet duckers can shove us out the game So they better buck us Cause the cluckers they love us Make them glass dick suckers Shake their jelly like Smucker's I hit like nun-chuckers Cause Short Texas bring the rukus This for my muthafuckers Cookin' cheese to crooked G'z Rockin' up quarter keys Just to get the hook with ease Wannabes get on yo knees Feel the squeeze from them HK 1-3s From here to overseas We do what we please Don't trip cause we flip Light up a dip I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip Go ask that boy Skip That nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Barrelli Flyin' through yo Pelle Pelle and Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli Ho sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me Marcus so have a Motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile
Asher Morgan
Pinned
Austin Long
Kitty kitty Hit the club (tell 'em) (Go for it)
They're trying to beat you down They want you on the ground They leave you lying at the door Don't make a sound No one will notice them They turn and laugh again They make you Make from us is till nobody noticed them
Just when you think it's all over Know whom realizes what you're gonna do Every shot fired from execution So what, what have you got to lose
We got nothing to lose so baby baby Let's go for it Go for it We got nothing to lose so baby baby Let's go for it Go for it You gotta reach for the sky Ain't no problems to hide Go for it No we're not gonna stop Until we reach the top Go for it, go for it
Well mine's the tallest shoe Set to abolish you And you'll get beaten 'till they become bad news So yeah this again They match your name with shame They go and laugh at you yet nobody knows their name
Again I feel beaten Don't have the strength to carry on It comes down to love and devotion A fight faced it's something that I cannot lose
We got nothing to lose so baby baby Let's go for it Go for it We got nothing to lose so baby baby Let's go for it Go for it I first step into the club And start tearing it up Go for it Don't get me out on the floor I'll make you beg for some more Go for it, go for it
Kitty kitty I'm about to finish it and lie with it Hit the club (He said it Snoop) I said this girl, show me love (Come on give it to me now) Kitty kitty I'm about to finish it and lie with it Hit the club (He said it Snoop) I said this girl, show me love (Come on give it to me now) Kitty kitty Cause all I want you to do is work Too much answers All she gonna do is twerk All I wanna do is party I've been drinking in my cup There is kush in my lungs (let's do it man) roll at us 'Cause if it is let me tell you Give it up We gon' blaze, we gon' blaze
Go for it Yeah, I gotta go for one Go for it Go for it Kitty kitty All she gonna do is twerk Hit the club Tear it up Kitty kitty All she gonna do is twerk
Lucas Green
Pimp C's verse on How Long Can It Last
Busslin and gamblin, hit licks scramblin Bricks I'm out here handlin, I'm pimpin and I'm payin the rent Didn't choose this dirty game, this dirty game it chose me Every city love cocaine, they'll get it from him if they don't get it from me So I get cross-country wit that thang, makin that crisp, lettin 'em hang Bangin that 'Pac, if I die tonight, least mama know I didn't die in vain Cause I put up sum from every sale, so all my chil'ren can live well Might go to heaven, might go to hell, but just put me in wood grain lane Deville I wonder sometime how life would be, if it was no such thing as D But then I put that Sweet down, cause that bullshit don't apply to me Cause out here on the real streets, a dreamer always stay sleep Cause out here the strong survive, and now they didn't die from thankin weak Gotta play for keeps, gotta play it HARD, still tryna get right with GOD Still read my Bible lone, cause Reverend do wrong, still livin fraud Tonight if I get down on my knees and ask the Lord to forgive me, please You thank He gon' hear me? Cause tomorrow I'm still gon be slangin keyyyyys..
Jose Parker
Q-Tip:
I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I got to get it, I got, got to get it I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I got to get it, I got, got to get it
Jeremiah Jackson
# I know that one off by heart. # Fokin beautiful
Here's one of my favorites from any era; it's from a Jedi Mind Tricks joint, but it's a feature by Mr. Lif (whose solo stuff I'd recommend to any head).
[Mr. Lif] I'm the fire bearer Holder of the sun The Earth and the universe combined as one An everlasting energy taking all forms Blue skies on sunny days tell the storms The one who tears down what you adorn And curses the material things that you mourn But look up in the sky 'cause I am the dawn And the light that empowers your flesh as it yawns Strong, undeniably so Lif better known as a society fault The deity glow reach into my center I bet you feel pleasure and pain as you enter The tormenter, pleaser, embracer, squeezer As your skeleton crush Your physical turns into gelatin plus Due to over stimuli You liquify I send you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil When the ground splits To swallow of corporations and cops Give birth to rocks So we can have solid ground on which to walk Stand strong and talk And write down theories in chalk on the side walk
Also dope production imo. Jedi Mind have some whack shit in their discography, but there are still some joints like this one that stay with me.
Levi Reed
Jedi Mind had some dope stuff, along with AOTP, tracks like Seven, Monolith, etc. I don't even mind the fact that I generally disagree with the message they put out, simply because they plant so much energy in it. I just wish vinnie wasn't such a retard
From Monolith
When I'm rhyming your jaw drops Making every one of your thoughts stop I'm god while ya'll are wrestling over pork chops Devil had you thinking we was there when that ball dropped I ain't gonna front; I was strapped with the doors locked Now I walk around this motherfucker with 4's, ock Big enough to put a fucking hole in the law, ock That ain't something that you wanna explore, ock Unless you want the Army come and kick in your door, ock Unless you wanna end up bloody and wet Fuck China's government and what they done to Tibet We from Philly where the sun doesn't set Where the motherfuckers rob you with a gun to your neck Where you shook motherfuckers wouldn't come to the vet Where your Jordans' getting vicked when you come on the set Where corrupt cops plant a fucking gun in your vest Where we retaliate by putting fucking one in they chest
Jeremiah Jones
Does anyone else have this issue? I look through a lot of my favourite sounding verses in more detail and it comes out as pretty standard braggadocios gangster rap target at 'those other rappers/MCs' (unspecifically), and written down on paper it's unimpressive, but when you listen the flow and delivery make up for it?
Someone give these few verses a listen and tell me if I'm just hyping them for no reason, or if the delivery really makes up for the lyrical content.
>fired a week later the manager count the churros kek
Caleb Hall
RZA's verse in 4th Chamber is my fav of all time:
"Aiyyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scaling your building No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children A hit was sent, from the President to raid your residence Because you had secret evidence, and documents on how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent dominant Islamic, Asiatic black Hebrew The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boiling lakes of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads getting slim like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential, vitamin and minerals Use the sky for a blanket, stuffing clouds inside my pillow Rolling with the lambs Twelve tribes a hundred and forty four thousand chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions"
Xavier Ward
[Common] Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered I choreograph seven steps to heaven And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened Veteran of a cold war its chica-i-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch-tone Its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own Outta the city, they want us gone Tearin' down the jects creatin' plush homes My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones Surrounded by hate, yet I love home Ask my God how he thought travellin' the world sound Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown Its deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep
Juan Foster
One for the money Two for the better green 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine
Mason Myers
When I was sleepin' on the train Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain Without even a single slice of pizza to my name Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame But then jacking our slang I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring The voice of a angel telling me my name Telling me that one day I'mma be a great mane Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin' out flames Eating wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains I ain't believe it then; nigga, I was homeless Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners Trying to find the meaning of life in a Corona 'Til the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him: "You either build or destroy. Where you come from?" - "The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum" "Hmmm… it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru." Question 14, Muslim Lesson two: dip diver, civilize a 85er I make the devil hit his knees and say the "Our Father" Abracadabra! - You rocking with the true and living Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker Six Mile, Seven Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot Where niggas really would pack a U-haul truck up Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop out the back like "what's up?!" Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya You sound real good and you play the part well But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar; I don't feel ya
Wyatt Brown
Royce da 5'9's verse on PRhyme - Mode:
Yeah, fall in line to fall back Big L's technique, Pun's grammar Before the roof went in the trunk The ragtop sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer My sickness should remind you of Christmas Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa Understand, there will be no rematch The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of (Nickel Nine the God) You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong Reaching out to gangstas to be gangstas you holding on I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go More than a four year old singing the Frozen song I put this Tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready To collide with with a force to be reckoned with” Do you boys know who you messing with? I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block Now I just cop smoke like pig breath Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter cause you with my ex The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie You extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me Spooning with a dime looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my room Looking like a huge China drawer I’m a motherfucking walking hazard Find me in the bodying department When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it I man up, lifted the can up Killed the killer who ran up scared When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs
Benjamin Robinson
I normally don't like rap but this blew my mind
Girls, stop actin' like you want a guy With traits like Romeo — bitch, that's a fuckin' lie! You always talk about how every man's fake and you can't take it And you want somethin' real — shut up, tramp, save it! Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club half-naked with your ass shakin' Pullin' a lowlife nigga who claim he cash-makin' 'Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded with a few Corona's They always shoutin' and wild out With habits that very few condone of Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em Then when they leave you, you cry and cry Talkin' about, "Oh my god, I can't find a guy! I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried! Why am I even on Earth? I should die!" You want Romeo, you're not worthy You're cock-thirsty, you're nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to finding is to stop searching Try a new formula, ‘cause your last one's not working
Elijah Cook
Royce da 5'9 is mad underrated, saw an interview where he says sean price is one of his main influences and that's cool, you can really hear it
from renegade (original version)
It's several different levels to picking up shovels and dumping you In ditches under sea level, front and you can witness Let me refreshing you niggas, tell you my position in this Beef! Leave you under Venice, opposition finished Here it is, we invaded created a Pyramid Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his So... breathe, I'd rather reach for your neck And I never heat you for respect, unless you greet me with less I've got a skunk in my trunk, I'm lying I've got a pump in my trunk, you dying, how many lumps niggas want? Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's with it Slap a ho, snatch a mic, being brought to y'all in black and in white (It's the new) Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades
Daniel Scott
>hopsin does this and its bretty gud >he then later releases Fly How did this even happen
Eli Morgan
what do you think about The Bar Exam 4 coming? Royce hasn't talked about it too much, but a lot of sources have been saying that it may be released today.
From "Royce Is Like":
If you ain't callin' me king, fuck it the mayor will You think you fly then you about as high as a ferris wheel You not dope, you like soap, I'm like coke It's like comparing Clearasil to Seroquel But there is still too many things to name 'em all We ain't the same, you niggas is dames in trainin' bras I get brain from bitches with big tits You got a dick with shit stains, I hits the hangy ball That's the deep throat for niggas that don't get it They so hopeless, bet they can only blow smokin' No jokin', I'm chrome kitted, whenever you see me ridin' Unless I'm in Hollywood, gold spoken My shit kicks the loudest, my chick's kicks is Prada The big body Benz is sick, kicks is Bravis Switch out and tell the Impala, to sit high as a big dick toddler Bitch, get dollars, I don't kick knowledge, I quit college for hip hop If I get violent, you probably should kick rocks Verbally vivid, lyrically clear Snitches shouldn't be murdered They should just be livin' in fear They should just be raped, no homo My professional hit mens will merk for me and they work pro bono New engine, too sickin' Me and web, got the hood up on the block watchin' the new Pistons
Benjamin Sanders
haven't heard/seen anything about it, guess i'll check it when it drops
Sebastian Rivera
You heard other raps before but kept waiting For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravaganza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, tryna get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black jack to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LPs back on the shelf And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard Niggas still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire, is U.S.S.R P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
Joseph Hernandez
Speaking of ATCQ:
Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em? I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to com-pete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out
Ryan Mitchell
Sup Forums is an 18+ site
Liam Cruz
Do back and forthing count as a verse?
[Starang] It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector
[Ruck] So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael
[Starang] So how many corny MC g'wan try When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July
[Ruck] Nobody (why?) Cos everybody gets bodies my brother I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber
[Starang] Step to the stage set the microphone on fire Your desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer (Live like wires), beast from the East who is he When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy
Julian Wilson
The Wu-Tang Band! My favorite.
Liam Howard
I think they do.
[Tek] (Steele) {both} Git it on, I've been playin my dues for the longest (No more callin from chest to chest) to whose the strongest I got ya block on lock, now you gettin dropped New on and on, {Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop} (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later Gotta get with my peeps and get paper) No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt) Tell him hit us off with this phat beat (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back) Feelin the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin contacts We bringin drama to y'all wannabe) {Do me a favor} (and bring on the real MC's Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, dunn? (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it) {So let's git it on!}
Leo Wright
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Eli Thomas
The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tec-9 holder They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fishscale Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies Ban me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enuff black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, both show skills Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro
Colton Rivera
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger,walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jagand I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch, and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack oflager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill, like using the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare, ‘cause you fucking with some niggas like this who just don't care bonus point to any user who knows the rapper and song
