My favourite of all time is:



I got seven mack 11’s, about eight 38’s
Nine 9’s, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You can’t touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
That’s how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little 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 mc’s the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow’s remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the llello
That’s crazy blunts, mad l’s
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I’m droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you’re listenin, smackin babies at they christening




oh hell yeah

sexyAuntyFuka said:

classic verse from the biggie and tupac live freestyle.

i have too many verses to write out here. many of them by tupac, nas, biggie, big l, big pun, snoop.....

Method Man's 1st verse in 'The What'.

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door

I'm also partial to the 'I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!' line in his next verse.

TyphoonTip said:

The way Method spits these lines r sick! I also have 2 rate him 4 the song he did with mary J using the old motown song as a backing "surely ur man 4 u anytime u need me..."

props 2 the old school ryhmez of Eazy-E


EAZY DUZ IT

Well I'm Eazy E I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy E muthafukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping the bitches are flipping
Slow down I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

sexyAuntyFuka said:

Here are a few of mine, both from De La Soul's "The Bizness":

Dove's verse:

I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres, the houses, the horses

Pos' verse:

I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav
Droppin' more knowledge than litter on the New York pave
It's me, wonder why, in the place to be
Certified as superior MC

While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for/wack MCs to even step inside the door
Cause these kids is rhymy, sometimy
And when we get to racin' on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing
With stained egos on the ceiling

My rhymes escalate like black death rates
Over music plates
Being played as the rule
Kids thinking steppin' to the Soul, you're labelled fools
Who claims to drop jewels
But for now, you do the catchin'

I don't even worry on what crew you run or what section of Earth you reside
You're not even a man, so I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride
But I will, cause my man said soul for the life
You cried keepin' it real yet you should try keepin' it right

That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leads to currency and temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation - zero
You shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand strong like the island I'm from

Baby Professor of X-Clan on "Funkin' Lesson":

Abracadabra
Allah baby professor
All hail Funkin' Lesson
Sweet tongue, grand writer of scrolls
Now behold, let the legend unfold

Born in the cosmos
Where no time and space do exist
Vibe in the midst of the chaos
Mortals label me as illogical - mythological

They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word
A stick called verb, a black steel nerve
Teachin' those actors and actresses
Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really?

Then they label me a sin
When a brother just speaks what's within
I guess I'm blacker than the shadow in the darkest alley that they're always scared to go in - Boo!

I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls, rings and
shades
Walk in the light of the moon but I never been a Batman
African - call it Blackman

Brother extracts your African steps in your movements
Enhance for improvements
Grand funk, a new home for the phrase
Funkin' Lesson the pathway

I'm no rap fiend but surely this has to be up there with the greats:

I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given' a damn I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn't wit' it but just that very minute...
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun - to be another one
Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all
To criticize me some crime - never the less
They could not understand that I'm a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation's unreal
I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel

sexyAuntyFuka said:

Ice Cube and Ren wrote some good stuff for Eazy, here's my favorite Cube/Ren verse written for Eazy:

Niggas don't see I'm a hundred percent legit
And you no it ain't about all that bullshit
It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch
But not the bitch with the seven year itch
Like that hoe, just throwin' me the pussy
She said she wants to do it like a doggy
She's bad nobody is badder
But she got more crabs then a seafood platter
Bitch on a gank move to skeez me
Just to say "I got fucked by Eazy"
So I slapped the hoe like a pimp
I might be a woman beater but I'm not a pussy eater
So when the shit hit's the fan it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about?
All of ya'll can just suck my dick
You can quote me now cause I'm still talkin' shit.....

Hey everybody take a look at me
I've got street credibility
I may not have a job but I'm suckin a lot
Some dicks, some chicks...

From the 12" single b-side of Wham! Rap

One of my faves by Jay is from Allure. I love how he refers to Malcolm X's first love and to Charli Baltimore in the line about being a mistress. Amazing . . . especially considering that he doesn't put pen to paper.


I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka
'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real
Peel the top up like a toupee
Mix the water, with the soda
Turn the pot up make a souflee
All of y'all can get it like group-page on your 2-way
I'm livin proof that crime do pay
Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads
puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game
Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train
All in the name of love
Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came
Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed
Or even the worst pain is the dis-tress
Learnin you're the mis-tress only after that love gets slain
And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mis-trust
Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain
But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name
To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers, in love with the same thang

I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun
In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need
what the game did to my pulse, with no results
And you can treat your nose and still won't come close
The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts
And I'm just a moth, addicted to the floss
And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost..
And I can't explain why, I just love to get high
Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
I mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse
'Course

Lauryn Hill's Final Hour is in my top three verses. Magic from the first word to the last.

Now I be breakin' bread sippin'
Manichevitz wine
Pay no mind party like it's 1999
But when it comes down to ground beef like Palestine
Say your rhymes, let's see if that get you out your bind
Now I'm a get the mozzarella like a Rockerfeller
Still be int he chruch of Lalibela
Singin' hyms acapella
Whether posed in Maribella in Coutore
Or collectin' residuals from off 'The Score'
I'm makin' sure
I'm with the 144
I've been here before this ain't a battle this is war
Word to Boonie
I makes a lot like a Sunni
Get diplomatic immunity in every ghetto community
Had opportunity went from
Hoodshock to Hood-chic
But it ain't what you cop
It's about what you keep
And even if there are leaks
You can't capsize this ship
'Cause I baptize my lips every time I take a sip

Oh and her verse with the Fugees on Zealots is ridiculous.

Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
It's against the laws of Physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like Carlos Sanatana plays
Black Magic Woman
So while you fuming, I'm consuming
Mango juice under Polaris,
You're just embarrassed
Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthafucker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
As I sow my rap otas
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.

does noone like party lyrics like the ones from Rapper's Delight?

graecophilos said:

nah man, I like 2 keep it gangsta

Ill Bill- Its Us

Eyedea-Blindly Firing

Krayzie Bone- flow motion(original)

Ghostface Killah-nutmeg(first verse(

Ghostface killah-one

nas-Verbal intercourse (classic)

Gift of Gab-rock the spot,clockwork,blazing arrow

etcetc

Don't usually check 4 Shady but Im feeling Eminem on Biggie's DEAD WRONG track


There?s several different levels to devil worshippin: horse?s heads,
Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with ?em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don?t get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I?m lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I?m just, dyin to cock him
He?s ready for war, I?m ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz? as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn?t have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she?s dead on the fourth - I?m dead wrong



str8 up gangsta

minneapolisFunq said:

hell yes.

finger tips
on the hips
as I dip
gotta get a tight grip
don't slip
loose lips sink ships
it's a trip
I love the way she licks her lips
see me jocking
put a little twist
in her hips
cause I'm watching
conversations on the phone
til the break of dawn
now we all alone
why the lights on?
turn 'em off
time to set it off
get you wet and soft
something's on your mind
let it off
you don't know me
you just met me
you won't let me
well if I couldn't have it
(silly rabbit)
why you sweating me?


2pac, "I get around"

Hot damn, hoe, here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you know they can't win
You stole the beat, are you havin fun?
Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done
You are what I label as a, nerve plucker
You're pluckin my nerves, you MC sucker
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
That I am like a stock and my word is Bond
like James, killin everybody in sight
The code's three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jaaam, I really don't give a damn
Cause I'ma run and tell your whole damn clan
that you're a

"Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"

Cinnie said:

I think it's ironical that Lil Kim bit the first line from this in the Quiet Storm remix.

SCNDLS said:

Yeah, after a whole verse about biters

graecophilos said:

I rock New York City all years around
My name is known all over the town
The people here love the way I run my game
They can't wait, to see me make the Hall of Fame
Busy Bee is my name, and that's a fact
And you can't beat that with a stickball bat

Common's "Retrosoect For Life" alwyas brings a tear 2 my eye....

Knowin you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours
Cause I created you, irresponsibly
Subconciously knowin the act I was a part of
The start of somethin, I'm not ready to bring into the world
Had myself believin I was sterile
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl
Turnin this woman's womb into a tomb
But she and I agree, a seed we don't need
You would've been much more than a mouth to feed
But someone, I woulda fed this information I read
to someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave
Instead I lead you to death
I'm sorry for takin your first breath, first step, and first cry
But I wasn't prepared mentally nor financially
Havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me
Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family
I don't wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby's momma
Weekend visits and buyin J's ain't gon' make me a father
For a while bearing a child is somethin I never wanted to do
For me to live forever I can only do that through you
Nerve I got to talk about them niggaz with a gun
Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son
I could have sacrificed goin out
To think my homies who did it I used to joke about, from now on
I'ma use self control instead of birth control
Cause $315 ain't worth your soul
$315 ain't worth your soul
$315 ain't worth it

NWA....STR8 OUTTA COMPTON.ICE CUBE'S PART
STR8 OUTTA COMPTON , CRAZY MUTHAF_CKA NAMED ICE CUBE FROM THE GANG CALLED NI**AZ
WITH ATTITUDE , WHEN I'M CALLED OFF I GOT A SAWED OFF SQUEEZ THE TRIGGER AND BODIES R HAULED OFF U 2 BOY IF U FUCK WITH ME . THE POLICE R HAVE 2 GET ME OFF YO ASS, THAT'S HOW I'M GOING OUT, 4 THE PUNK MUTHAFUCKUZ THAT'S SHOWING OUT, FOOLS WANT 2 MUMBLE THEY WANT 2 RUMBLE MIX EM AND COOK EM N A POT LIKE GUMBO. GOING OFF ON A MUTHAFUCKA LIKE THAT WITH A GAT THAT'S POINTED AT YO AZZ SO GIVE IT UP SMOOTH AINT NO TELLING WHEN IM DOWN 4 A JACK MOVE . HERE IZ A MURDER RAP 2 KEEP U DANCING , WITH A CRIME RECORD LIKE CHARLES MANSON AK-47 IZ THE TOOL DON'T MAKE ME ACT A MUTHAFUCKIN FOOL ME AND U CAN GO TOE 2 TOE NO MAKE IM KNOCKIN FOOLS OUT THE BOX DAILY YO WEEKLY MONTHLY YEARLY,SO THEM DUMB MUTHAFUCKUZ C CLEARLY THAT IM DOWN WITH THE CPT BOY U CANT FUCK WITH ME.WHEN IM N YO NEIGHBORHOOD U BETTA DUCK CUZ ICE CUBE IZ CRAZY AZ FUCK AS I LEAVE ELIEVE IM STOMPIN BUT WHEN I CUM BACK IM CUMMING STR8 OUTTA COMPTON!!!

Cinnie said:

She musta missed that part.

sirnasstee said:

I had a really fun time DJing with this at a house party once. I was on my friend's Serato set up, and if you flipped the switch it would play the high tone that was on the actual Serato disc, and it sounded like a bleep, so I was bleeping out every other word it seemed like, on that exact verse.

Cinnie said:

YEAH I STILL BUMP THIS CD IT REVOLUTIONIZED HIP HOP AND RUINED IT 2 ME AND THEY R MY FAV RAP GROUP BESIDES RUN-DMC IM OL SKOOL 2 THE FULL BOO AFETR NWA EVERY1 WAS TRYING 2 B HARD IT WAS COOL WHEN IT WAS JUST A FEW DOING IT THEN EVERY1 DID IT AND R STILL DOING IT 2 A DEGREE WHICH NOW HIP HOP IS SO WATERED DOWN AND POLLUTED.

(get Familiar)

I'M SITTIN IN MY SPACESHIP :drop: 2009 LEXUS
I'M DIPPIN THRU THE SCREW-NIVERSE A.K.A. THAT TEXAS

:stars in the sky morphing:

ME, I'M SHININ LIKE A CONSTELLATION :drop: 'CAUSE I STAY THROWED
I'M THE BIG DIPPER :drop: JUST A CANDY-PAINT DRIPPER :drop: AND A SOLAR SYSTEM FLIPPER :drop: YOU CAN ASK BIG GIP-PER

WE SO HIGH UP IN THE AIR THAT WE CAN'T EVEN SEE HOME
I'M JUST ANOTHER SATELLITE, FLOATIN THRU THE DIRRTY
IT'S HARD FOR YOU TO SEE ME 'CAUSE I'M SITTIN ON THEM 30s

I'M TRANSMITTING LIVE FROM INTERSTATE 45
IT'S THE KING OF THE [CENSORED] KEEPIN THE PARTY LIVE

SO IF YOU THINK YOU FLY, THEN PLAYA MEET ME ON THE MOON.
AS A MATTER FACT DON'T MEET ME THERE, BEAT ME THERE: BOOM.

~ Bun B on "I'm So Tall" (2009) starring Bun B Talib Kweli & Mickey Factz off the Chester French mixtape.

Canibus]
This is the master thesis underneath the deepness
Come to micclub.net where you can read this
run a ploblem and map in hyper space 'ya
From the society for scientific exploration
color is vibration, vibration is sound
sound resonates through the mouth check it out
What I say vibrates no less than 9 ways
South, South East, West, south west, east
North, North east, North west
And the black and white images fade
to great sound waves
Track my adversaries like a mouse in a maze
with a bewildering array, of lyrical display
The best of Bis orbitally rearanged
Mono atomic elements, with a deft intelligence
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by 4 sea walls
I read one-fourth of the Library of Alexandria
before it was burnt to the floor
I wish I could've learned more
about the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw
They were new millennium but Euclidian in form
ancient in many ways but not nearly as old
Carved from Egyptian gold molded in Assyria
with processed Beryllium by the quintillion
They cooked on symmetrical stoves
with my logo etched above the hole where they inserted the coal
And they barbecued birds to the bone
They burned incense in a Buckminster Fuller type dome
I talked to Mr. Fuller over the phone
and he said he had a contract to rebuild Rome
said he didn't want to do it alone
I told him I was busy writing poems
but I'd think about going
The process was slow, and the dough was low
but I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow
plus I never traveled that far from home
but I heard about the beauty of Sydonian (city of ancient Phoenicia) snow
neon green grass, statues made from translucent glass
I'll be crazy to pass
I like nigerian Jazz
the blue twilight band
that plays tunes from a laser black sax
it sounds so laid back
it helps me relax
I brought the album after seeing K-Pax
Ooh how I miss my nautilus
i was told faren goat and mcdotilus did not exist
you have a modest case of scaphocephalous
I prescribe some neo gothic anti-biotics
words concocted from the lyrical lock smith
deadly as 10 droplets of Ricin toxin
from every angle the competition gets boxed in
its Dr. C indoctrinates his doctrine
translate the English alphabet
to the omega text
life is now and death is next
post bond out on bail from the belly of hell
communicate through diatonic and pentatonic scale
these dark side tales might affect sales
I set sail and hunt down erect sperm whales
use the aphrodisiac to get a female
call ginger tie her up and drink her ginger ale
grand maryey for me scotch on the rocks for you
your vocab is smaller than a cup of jewels
in the studio with james lipton
reminiscing about the script that was written
before the beginning
all of a sudden the boo's turned into applause
my jaws stronger then the kenenday Macaws
cant even count the bars
i've expended so far
don't want to rap no more its been so long
i wish the clock would hurry up and tick
im out in the bush and the sticks
humpin a hundred clicks
dr scholes gave me a good fit
me and him went to school together back in 86
when I was really ill
puttin flank energy in a rhyme the size of a Tylenol pill
you wanna laugh now
and cast your belligerent doubt
show you what poetry is really about
the side affects will make you pass out
followed by skin rash
itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth
you want a time out?
you better spit a rhyme out
before the community of real mc's die out
college students say to me "you ain't smart"
Record label A&Rs say: "this ain't art"
these are the contents of the Covenant of the Ark
listen to my chest beat tell me this ain't heart
You gotta be as obsequious
as the Disciples of Jesus
this is my MASTER THESIS