***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***

[Bulldog]

99 Problems

Verse Two

[Aces McGee]

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Karate kick type brits in my kingdom


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Where did you get these lyrics? Me and a friend spent like three or four hours on a road trip in college trying to get all the lyrics to this song and we concluded that this was "Karate kid, kind prince in my kingdom."

-McGee

[IWEARGOGGLES]

BLAH MOBB DEEP- SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST:

There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these streets that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

[Performify]

A lot of great ones already posted.

Sole - Priziest Horse

I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter

with shattered glass in my voice

writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still

counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket

in fact I make love with electric outlets

In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;

when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us

the battle wages over future addictions

Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it

Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams

They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background

And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see

who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight

so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches

(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)

I've been a rock as long as I've lived

since everything has to be a nobel prize winner

I should've quit when I saved the ozone

I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest

and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in

Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?

Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden

Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano

record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands

Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time

watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes

Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us

now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles

I won't forget, the little things escape

through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick

And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection

and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too..

I promise..



[Chorus]

In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms

it's not that heavy, make pretend

it's someone else's party, what a gas



Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet

At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet

between God's bald spots where the sky stops

I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones

despite all the America going on, it's all Rome

Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you cant find solace

in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone

we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough

In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess

What's up with all the gags?

Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em

and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone

killing to be recognized as something that you're not

Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names

Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me

'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls

and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body

Quit playing kid games with your old tongue

'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:

I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV

After all is said and done, we barely have memories

so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty

Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..



[Chorus]

In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms

it's not that heavy, make pretend

it's someone else's party, what a gas

[SharkTank43]

I dunno if its been said, but I nominate the second verse from "Halftime," by Nas:

It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the [censored] man
I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a [censored]
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

[The Yugoslavian]

Easy call.

Too Short:

6 months later, I’m still a pimp, I’m still a player
One night at a club, she was puttin’ in work
All you had to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin’ one at a time
Wasn’t my bitch but she still was fine
So I went in the back room, seen the bitch
Slapped her on the head, said, you ready to switch?
And to the players out there
Instantly, [censored] betty started servin’ me
Cause the player I am to the day I’m dead
I was sittin’ on the sink gettin’ some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
But then I shot that fatal nut
Must of knocked that bitch on her butt
She couldn’t even breathe, she was holdin’ her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboy said $hort don’t worry
But that next day I read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck, and chest
And we’re sorry to say there’s no suspect
When I saw that my brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a bitch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by [censored] betty!

Yugoslav

[A S U]

From memory:

If I had some nuts on the wall, what would I have daddy?
I said well darling you'd have some walnuts
She said well daddy if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts?
I said hell yes
She said well daddy if I had some nuts on my chin, would those be chinnuts?
I said hell no bitch you'd have a dick in yo mouf!

[LBJ]

Winnar.

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Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't trippin nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cuz the lil nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savahnna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan


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[Georgia Avenue]

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I'll play the nine and you play the target.
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it,
or should I say, "Start this?" I am an artist
of new concepts at their hardest
cause, yo-- I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars.
That's why I walk with my head up...
when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up.
Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games
a lot of suckas with colorful names.
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack...
I'm not white or red or black
I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down
Productions, of course our music be thumpin'
others say their bad, but they're buggin.
Let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop--
about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock.
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker.
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin'
tryin' to show how black people are walkin
but I don't walk this way to portray
or reinforce stereotypes of today.
Like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
talk broken english and drug sellin'...
See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
and it lacks creativity and intelligence
but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it.
It's my philosophy, on the industry...
Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd
soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics
Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it.
And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man
A vegetarian, no goat or ham
or chicken or turkey or hamburger
'cause to me that's suicide self-murder.
Let us get back to what we call hip hop
and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock...

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It's all there.

[LBJ]

A couple other nominations.

3rd verse from Sing for the Moment

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They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the [censored]'s cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the [censored]'s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's [censored] up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any [censored]'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a [censored]' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through [censored] in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the [censored]' [censored] in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...

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I also like the first mentioned "notorious thugz" mention with biggie and the first pac one of hit em up