The Top 10 Verses In Rap I've Ever Heard In My Life.

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2 Abr 2011, 12:48

no bullshit, no long intro, let's just get to the listing. No particular order of greatness or favorite.


AZ on "Life's A Bitch"- from Nas Illmatic
"Visualisin 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 the schwepervesence 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"


Prodigy on "Survival Of The Fittest"-from Mobb Deep The Infamous
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


Kool G. Rap on "Allied Meta-Forces"-from Canibus Mic Club: The Curriculum
Welcome to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains from a bad bitch, keep blingin with karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic
And if that beef on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you love this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
Ride, stand, and bite the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs
Raisin the guns, knowin;
My day'll come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels,
chips in the field of fortune
Dead men walkin with hits on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds nigga
Witness G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya necklace
Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
Believe they bled it out (yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores
Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked
Servin the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa
Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the flock
Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"
It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage
Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?!


Rakim on "In The Ghetto"-from Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin how hard it was to be born
Me bein cream with no physical form
Millions of cells with one destination
to reach the best part as life's creation
Nine months later, a job well done
Make way, cause here I come
Since I made it this far I can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know-how
To be, all I can be and more
And see, all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I study, my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rappin to me
Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, they strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in, cause I'm the Asian
Reachin for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti, then I seen a
mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after
I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I thought and I just brought the people
Under the dark skies, on a dark side
Not only there, but right here's an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at


Andre 3000 on "Babylon"-from ATLiens
I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocaine powder
I know it sounds absurd
I never tooted but its in my veins
While the rest of the country bungies off bridges
Without no snap back
and bitches they say they need that
To shake they fannies in these ass clubs
they go the other route
turn each other out
burn each other out
where a bonified nigga like me
can't even get no back rub these days
ain't that bleak on they part
but let me hold it down
cause they shut you down
when you speak from your heart
now that's hard
while we ranting and raving bout gats
nigga they made them gats
they got some shit that'll blow out our backs
from where they stay at


Nas on "Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)"-from Mobb Deep "The Infamous"
A drug dealer's dream
Stash cream keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin


Ras Kass on "Reelishymn"-from Soul On Ice
Who can I blame cuz my skull can't contain these thought waves
My syntax hydroplanes as though my brain
Slides over liquidated grains of asphalt caught cranial calluses
Over analysis leads to paralysis, mediocrity my nemesis
Try to fuck every radical feminist I meet, call it engage and defeat
That's the reason why black men hide in the womb, homes
Cuz life is all taxes and tombstones
So as flesh and bone I zone my thoughts explode with rap shrapnel syntax;
That'll wax to the past, and present the future of Ras Kass lies in the
skull
Like the coronal suture
So I write truly fat shit for the core audience
But sometimes I wonder does it really exist?
Cuz true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin
Niggas don't relate
Elevate and its treated like elevator music
Cuz' niggas don't listen
But ridicule is the burden of genius
Have you ever seen this socioeconomic guillotine rip?
A nigga's hopes and dreams
And now I'm lead to believe that life is all about CREAM
I'm living a life idealistically principle over profit
But realistically good intentions are microscopic to fat pockets
Exploitation is the world's oldest occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican chicken when a nigga gets jerked
Causing me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping like your neighborhood post office worker
(Before the Source and Rap pages)
Niggas said my rhyme wasn't fly now I have the Juice like Omar Epps
And crooked I
Fools be on my dick like foreskin
But what before then, so now when niggas prop me I'm skeptical
Becuz this rap shit is extremely unethical
And with slight notoriety comes anxiety
Now I'm supposed to play celebrity when nobody celebrated me at my D.O.B
And label reps wanna play me;
But I'm familiar with record company rule #4080:
Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying sample
clearance
I'm losing my mind
Outer body experience it's paranormal
I say it ain't all good though
So fuck the world with an AIDS infected dildo (doggy style)
Life's a bitch named monogamy -- you only get one --
I'm trapped in this path of pathology


Chino-XL live freestyle with Cormega
Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear
Come here let me whisper shotgun shells in your ear
Out of fear they've destroyed my career
I've nothing left
But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next
I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular parking place
Learned my art with a leatherface, you must be kidding
I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm most bitten
But I've been written a billion bars of dissin
for any rappers dead or livin that we've ever heard since we was children
My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts the fastest
For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall busteth your asseth,
When I spithed acid" ... yeah your freestyle was tight
You better rhyme of the head good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flash by his eyes quicker than Black History Month
You wanna be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right
Try me... metal detectors going off for the rest of your life
No matter how hard it gets,
I'd rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood
Not a coward in my own piss
Focus!... What the fuck you niggas think?
I roll with killers that spent more time in the pen than ink?
Don't even blink, and turn your voice down a decibel
Or start lookin' for studios that's wheelchair-accessible
Leave you a vegetable, trust,
I have the letters on your FUBU sweater standin' for "Fucked Up By Us"
We thrust into beef now
Grill holds back like a Lee nail
You yell as you reach hell
You still wanna E-mail she males
Your train of thought derails
Lost dog, here's the details:
I'' make you think you on a beach how I make you SEE shells/Seashells
My L.A. airport beef was infamous,
I whooped ass the entire five hour flight
Plus three hour time difference


Inspectah Deck on "Triumph"-from Wu-Tang Clan Forever
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's 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, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block


Canibus, live Freestyle with Funkmaster Flex on the one, two's, with DMX and NORE.
For Hip-Hop heads I provide the ultimate high //
Canibus is the difference between Harvard and DeVry //
See I deliver lyrical blows to pose a potential threat //
To any emcees I've ever met, or will meet //
I can't be defeated in beat //
Lyrically I got more lines than streets //
So if you got beef, you better speak now or forever hold your peace //
Cause I'm coming from the stomach of the beast //
Representing the East Coast from border to border //
I'll battle this whole planet in alphabetical order //
From A to Z, or whatever the case be //
My brain waves beat against the rocks like the sea //
See my style is every color in the spectrum //
Your style is plain like trains without vandalism //
Steady blinding niggas when I be shining //
Holding the sun in my hand, I walk across the horizon //
My I.Q. number has six zeros behind it //
I possess the power to sleep with open eyelids //
On a metaphysical level //
I'll make you burst into flames just by looking at a picture of you //
In fact, when ever I put the match to the buddha //
My brain cells become parallel to a computer //
Gathering thoughts at speeds that light couldn't exceed //
Test scores the Japanese overseas can't believe //
When I'm around other emcees I don't know how to behave //
I feel like a metal plate in a microwave //
Taking niggas beyond the lyrical speed limit //
Digging graves and dumping bodies in it when I'm finished //
Attracting shit like a musical magnet //
I'll freak flows in binary codes and talk to faxes //
Lifting weights and taking amino acids //
Sprinting through marathons like they was sixty yard dashes //
My reactions'll hit you, before your pro-actions hit me //
Think about it, it's deep //
My fan club got more followers than the Grateful Dead groupies //
And my SAT scores got aliens trying'na recruit me //
Cause lyrically I got superhuman abilities //
And I'll make a mockery of anybody for drilling me //
I get mad respect in this rap game //
Emcees like you could only call me by my last name //
You came out of a womans womb //
I came out of a space pod Im a alien, a lyrical God //
You gotta find twenty niggas like God, just to even the odds with me //
My philosophies are iller than Socrates //
I'll damage your physical with my verbal //
My balance enables me to square dance in a circle //
To me youre like a nigga trying'na jump a normal niggas hurdle //
And word to my unborn child, I'll hurt you //
Experiment on you like a mad scientist //
And if my lyrics drive you crazy my fist will be the psychiatrist //

AZInspectah DeckNasProdigy of Mobb DeepKool G. RapCanibusChino XLRas KassOutKastAndre 3000Mobb DeepEric B. & RakimRakimWu-Tang Clan

Comentarios

  • kenilla

    Great list!

    29 Jun 2011, 6:44
  • grahamdunne

    Very nice list.

    25 Ago 2011, 20:46
  • jmj540

    great list

    6 Dic 2011, 3:46
  • TwanglingJill

    Seeing the mug shots, I can never forget; when something goes down who do the cops look first for, and hardest at? It Ain't Right.

    10 Jun 2012, 14:53
  • sari_kirsty

    I love this - you should do another one of these - amazing work here - I mean 'return through the womb of the world as a thought' I wish I had written that. What an amazing piece of work - sets my eyes into a frenzy - exciting my mind with such visuals - I need to listen to this song Rakim lyrics here are so mind-blowing I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York And return through the womb of the world as a thought Thinkin how hard it was to be born Me bein cream with no physical form Millions of cells with one destination to reach the best part as life's creation Nine months later, a job well done Make way, cause here I come Since I made it this far I can't stop now There's a will and a way and I got the know-how To be, all I can be and more Once again thanks for sharing... and educating my minds

    2 Ago 2012, 20:07
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