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

[thatpfunk]

Sequels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
Your rock sets is play, this dude braggin' you aint famous
Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots anus
Doper emcees non-existent like RuPaul's c!it is
Cant tell if your dick or pussy like topless infants
Couldn't spit sick 'ish kid lickin' your cold sores
And leave you scared to drop sh!t like school stalls with no doors
Wonder how this b!tch whispers thunder sounds
Your fly like crippled Ostrich's, I scare heads underground
And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics
When style switches faster than faggots rockin' their thongs backwards
Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
He's a pussy on the low don't fvck with Philippine cuisine
Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines
What's he mean? I think he means your whack B,
In fact I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps
Get in your ass so fast sh!t scabs when the cops come
Guilty as charged blowin' minds like yayo with shotguns
Hold nuts like padded rooms whack raps cant plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
Man please I'm way to fvckin' dope to be this humble
And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle
Like fvck Qwel, and his whole team those irrelevant flows
I'm diggin' in the crates and they diggin on telephone poles
Hope I might choke, youre as whack as you white jokes
The only cat to drop lines on tight ropes
b!tch can't even respond, what can he say
Cause after the battle he's more like yo I ain't wanna win anyway
And Qwel ain't sh!t, like I ain't lose, he ain't even rappin' right
Damn right I'm an a$$hole, you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro, fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers
Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them sh!ts is cheaper.

[Jules22]

[ QUOTE ]
Sequels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
Your rock sets is play, this dude braggin' you aint famous
Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots anus
Doper emcees non-existent like RuPaul's c!it is
Cant tell if your dick or pussy like topless infants
Couldn't spit sick 'ish kid lickin' your cold sores
And leave you scared to drop sh!t like school stalls with no doors
Wonder how this b!tch whispers thunder sounds
Your fly like crippled Ostrich's, I scare heads underground
And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics
When style switches faster than faggots rockin' their thongs backwards
Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
He's a pussy on the low don't fvck with Philippine cuisine
Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines
What's he mean? I think he means your whack B,
In fact I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps
Get in your ass so fast sh!t scabs when the cops come
Guilty as charged blowin' minds like yayo with shotguns
Hold nuts like padded rooms whack raps cant plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
Man please I'm way to fvckin' dope to be this humble
And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle
Like fvck Qwel, and his whole team those irrelevant flows
I'm diggin' in the crates and they diggin on telephone poles
Hope I might choke, youre as whack as you white jokes
The only cat to drop lines on tight ropes
b!tch can't even respond, what can he say
Cause after the battle he's more like yo I ain't wanna win anyway
And Qwel ain't sh!t, like I ain't lose, he ain't even rappin' right
Damn right I'm an a$$hole, you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro, fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers
Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them sh!ts is cheaper.

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i am unfamiliar with this verse. is it styles p (i see you responded to my post, altho in flat mode thats pretty irrelevant)

[thatpfunk]

the band is typical cats, the rappers is qwel, it was quick reply.

[jdock99]

"To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle"

That is all, I win

[Upright Citizen]

This is from Cannibal Ox - The Iron Galaxy

And if there's crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Two step arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be vic-tims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop [censored] if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
"No doubt"
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillin's
One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'
I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'

[counterspell]

it's Ice Cube's verse from NWA's "Gangta Gangsta," and it's not close.

to a kid lookin' up to me: life ain't nothin' but bitches and money.

[Dexter_Cain]

B.I.G.

We agreed to go on shootin is silly
Because niggaz could be hidin in showers with mac billy’s
So I freaked em, the telly manager was puerto rican
Gloria, from historia, I went to war with her
Peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story, glo seen my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what’s shakin
A jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
In a black range rover, been outside all day
If it’s trouble let me know, I’ll be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggaz bleed
Nightmare, this bitch don’t need it
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
Lets get the cash before the cops and range rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
[censored] it, it’s flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one malaysian
We in the hallway waitin patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin
I saw her brains hit the floor, ron laughin, I swear to god
I hit maxi priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spin-t around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but franco faces
The spot’s hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
Thats when other guests start to slip in
It’s time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggaz in the range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I know they clippin
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don’t know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement
They range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid mutha[censored]s

[wooly_chicken]

Mos Def on "Twice inna Lifetime"

All the lyrics compiled on the internet suck and I don't have time to write them out.

Kweli's verse in pretty good in this song if only because of

You stopping us is preposterous like an androgenous androgenous

[grafyx]

[ QUOTE ]
This is from Cannibal Ox - The Iron Galaxy

And if there's crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Two step arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure


[/ QUOTE ]

seconded...

[thatpfunk]

im also partial to:

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the [censored] never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I'm droppin [censored] like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your [censored] [censored] spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said [censored] it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga