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#31
04-14-2006, 01:10 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
As long as we're doing Nas:
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk [censored] Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my [censored] is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind 
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#32
04-14-2006, 01:10 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
Lil Wayne - The Carter
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD Yall can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'ma world class G mami [censored] wit dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'ma offense coordinator run and shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showin I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude Sounds awesome when he says it. Some of his lines are brilliant. I'll be back when I find my favorite fabolous verse.
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#35
04-14-2006, 01:19 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
From Dr Dre's "What's the Difference"
[Xzibit] Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you [censored] baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the [censored] am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference
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#36
04-14-2006, 01:19 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
Fabolous - 6 minutes of death
Your god**** right I'm feeling myself A chauffeur? no sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself I'm having problems dealing with wealth But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself You niggaz must've got a deal for your health Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf I spend big, at any time I can start splurging The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few college books I got a new polished look And twenty dime b*tches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look The boy's got at least six digits on So the guns gotta be at least midget long The money, is like ten bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on I got some good smoke just for puffers The two grand twenty's make the hustlers suffer Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls But nowadays you can't put it past 'em I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine Long as I keep toting I'm fine I'ma have these d*ck sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no) The box-office sh*t (yeah), I box off this b*tch (yeah) Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst And still make a mil' on the first of months These dudes be the first to front 'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition To hell with the patience I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations
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#37
04-14-2006, 01:21 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ] Here's one of mine... I find it especially impressive since I believe it was freestyled: Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the [censored] head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D [censored] an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before Salvatore Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure [/ QUOTE ] I think you forgot to mention that you scammed the bold part from Eminem. possibly other parts too, but that is the only one i recognize. note, you did not scam it word for word, but close enough [/ QUOTE ] I think by "mine," OP meant "my favorites" because the whole thing is eminem
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#39
04-14-2006, 01:22 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ] Here's one of mine... I find it especially impressive since I believe it was freestyled: Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the [censored] head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D [censored] an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before Salvatore Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure [/ QUOTE ] I think you forgot to mention that you scammed the bold part from Eminem. possibly other parts too, but that is the only one i recognize. note that you did not take it word for word, but close enough [/ QUOTE ] It's an eminem verse. I don't think he meant to claim that he wrote it.
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#40
04-14-2006, 01:23 AM
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Re: ***Best Rap Verse of All Time: Nominations***
I try to work this into conversation at least once per week, preferably more.
[ QUOTE ] What's the difference between me and you? About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles [/ QUOTE ]
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