What's your All-time favorite verse?

Question

What's your All-time favorite verse?

Answer 1

Raw poems, bury your body in catacombs

Rip your soul from your limbs

Like brims from Jip Jones

In the Twilight Zone we disperse cowards

Vampires that stalk earth on reversed hours

Nite cause we talk a different song

My latitude is God darts out my jaw

Leave eternal scars

You left breathing out of tube straws by the marksmen

harnessing science for the marvelous and the charlatan

Raps will make you parallax

My domain has power to block synapses I daze

War shots fired off by the army type warlocks

Devil's Plan is to have you drip in the Clorox

Beast deceiving us, ways devious, possessing

My peeps to walk streets with stolen heat like Prometheus

Elements rushin you back to hell again

Illadelphians crush your skeleton to f**kin gelatin

Answer 2

That's hard I say right now it's the last verse on Trapped In A Psycho's Body by Tech N9ne.



I am a nightmare walkin, psychopath talkin

Brain deteriorating cuz I'm ex pill poppin

I got more troubles, whatever you got it doubles and triples

and quadruples, havin fantasies of eatin nipples and noodles

Drugs - take the pain away

Used to have a lotta love - but now I fade away

The fact, that women love the music and they open they legs

for a psychopathic n***a that's so ****** up in the head, it's beautiful

(Told my parents this isn't suitable)

Devil bitches'll learn (No!) Gotta recruit a few

(This n***a's gonna do me harm! I'm drugged up and I'm torn!)

(Look at this ************ he colored my hair orange!)

You can't touch me, everybody loves me

Listening to my music, children are gettin ugly

If I told you everything I was thinkin it wouldn't be G

Tellin you how many crossed my path just wouldn't be me

But they know, cuz they way low

About some ex and fry and jayo - and **** a halo

Alotta Jim Beam to have grim dreams would be healthy

(Aiyyo I'm trapped in psycho's body, can ya help me?)

Answer 3

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since

My residence was hesitant to do some **** that represents the M-O

So I'm assuming all responsibility

Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's

Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler

Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler

No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical

I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school

I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical

I'd rather let a tractical, tactful, track tickle your fancy

In fact I can't see, or can't imagine

A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching

This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam

Plus the man who never had a plan B

Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit

I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...

I'm Infinite



Eminem-Infinte

Answer 4

Mos Def - "Hip Hop"



My restlessness is my nemesis

It's hard to really chill and sit still

Committed to page, I write a rhyme

Sometimes won't finish for days

Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature

I mathematically add-minister

Subtract the wack

Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that

(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,

You know the motto

Stay fluid even in staccato

(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle

Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow

There's the hum, young man where you from

Brooklyn number one

Native son, speaking in the native tongue

I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)

While you still try to follow where it is

I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies

Violently, silently

Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse

Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips

Used to speak the king's English

But caught a rash on my lips

So now my chat just like dis

Long range from the base-line (swish)

Move like an apparition

Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)

Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape

Putting food on your plate

Many crews can relate

Who choosing your fate (yo)

We went from picking cotton

To chain gang line chopping

To Be-Bopping

To Hip-Hopping

Blues people got the blue chip stock option

Invisible man, got the whole world watching

(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,

All over your map

I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop

Where you can either get paid or get shot

When your product in stock

The fair-weather friends flock

When your chart position drop

Then the phone calls....

Chill for a minute

Let's see whoelse tops

Snatch your shelf spot

Don't gas yourself ock

The industry just a better built cell block

A long way from the shell tops

And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)

Answer 5

Ni66as talkin' it, but ain't livin' it

Crystal pops I'm sippin it, mob hats and lizard shyt

Gator trunks bytch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy

Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies

Stories like a motherfcuker (that's right)

Model bytches wondering if Ima fcuk with her

She know I treats my bytches like Ivana

Dolce and Gabana

Drippin

Big poppa never slippin

H-class diamonds, shinin

Dinner with wifey, winin', dinin'

Smoking cigars in Bogota

With Colombian ni66as named Panama

And Enrique and shyt

Games we play life endin

Bytches bending over with ease

For a pair of Moschino jeans

And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped

Singles on top

Benjamins

Under the rest of em

Advancin'

From duplex to mansion

Stashing keys, hidin' G's overseas

VCR's in my V's

Game elevates, money I make

Gets your stocks and real estates, bytch

Jet skiing in the Carribean, white sands

Discussing plans with my mans

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system

That leaves your rear views tremblin'

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude

Kiss my rings, it's a Frank White thing, I stay potent

Bytch is devoted, take my d!ck and deep throat it



Biggie's verse from "You'll See"

Answer 6

gimme the fortune keep the fame

said my man louis i agree know what he mean

because we live the truest lie

i asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye

he looked at me he thought about it was like "Im clueless why"

the question was rhetorical

the answer was horrible

our morals are outta place and got our lifes full of sorrow

and so tomorrow's coming later than usual

waitin on someone to pitty us

while we find the beauty in the hideous

they say money's the root of all evil

but I cant tell

knowwhat I mean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills,

or is it the mind state that's ill

creatin crime rates that fill

the new prisons they build

over money and religion ther's more blood that spills,

the wounds of slaves in cotton fields 'ill never heal

whats the deal

alotta cats who buy records is straight broke

but my language universal they be recitin my quotes

when RnB singers hit bad notes,

we rock the boat of thought that my man Louis statement's just provoke

caught up in conversations of our personal worth,

brought up throught indangered species status on the planet earth

survival tactics means

bustin gats to prove your hard

your fire arms are to short to box with god

without faith all of that is illusionary

raise my son no vindication of manhood necessary

Answer 7

Last verse on Ether

Answer 8

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers

Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras

To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine

You feel the ambiance, y'all ****** just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow

We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?

Factions from the other side would love to kill me

Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

**** em, we hate a ***** lovin this life

In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life

Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up

On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back

Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back

That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"

I'll do you one better and slay these ****** faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process

and I ain't got nothin but time

I had near brushes, not to mention three shots

close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ty Ty

Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life

I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight

Partner, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?





-Jay-Z

Answer 9

True story...

Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman

Skilling, killing, illing

I'm able and willing

Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village

Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas

This ain't no real war, Vietnam ****

World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict

Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing

Sex, gambling and boozin', all the **** is amusing

Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream

I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being

Special OP, Huey chopper gun ****, run ****

**** run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill ****

Spit four-thousand bullets a minute

Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it

I'm in it to win it, get it

The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing

I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it

A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it

Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying

It's heating up, a hundred degrees

The enemies the North-Vietnamese, ***** please

Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"

Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees

till the rotor broke, crash land, American man

Cambodia, right in the enemy hand

Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us

Them yellow men wearing black pajamas

They want to harm us

They all up on us

Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain

To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain

Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions

Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins

Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud

I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood

I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother

I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights

I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights

Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types

I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive

I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived

I escaped the war, came back

But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped

Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic

Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it

My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive

Cause in life, God take, God give

Answer 10

Rakim - The 18th Letter



Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame

I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains 'til things change

They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game

History that I arranged been regained by King James

Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics

Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's

Stacks of mathematics to feed yo-asiatics

As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic

No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is

I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers

While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious

And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses

Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me

Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity

Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary

Determinedly advance technology better than Germany

Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over

I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah

From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom

Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn

From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures

I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious

Date back I go beyond, check the holy Qu'ran

To speeches at the autobahn, now we get our party on

So being beneficent, I bless em with dialogue

They expectin the next testament, by the God

I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperones

Blast beat with saxophones one of the baddest rappers known

Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto

Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough enough to echo

When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man

And the whole mass was ran under one master plan

Since the world's metamorphis, and the planets kept in orbit

Turntables we spin awkward but needles never skip off it

Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors

It'll answer your questions if you understand the message

From the days of the slave choppers, to the new age of prophets

As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it

From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs

And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme

Answer 11

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Answer 12

All my homies drinking liquor

Tears in everybody's eyes

Ni*gas cried to mourn a homies homicide

But I can't cry

instead I'm just a shoulder

Damn, why they take another soldier

I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

I'll get them suckas back before your buried (sh*t)

Retaliate and pull a 187

do real ni*gas get to go to heaven ?





How long will dey moune me -----> tupac





actually i love the whole song, but fave verse right der

Answer 13

Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I'm deceased, by then The Beast arise like yeast

To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun

Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son

Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly

I'm grungy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me

While funny-style n*ggaz roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holdin weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the pretty things in life

Props is a true thug's wife

It's like a cycle, n*ggas come home, some'll go in

Do a bullet, come back, do the same sh*t again

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual



-Nas

Answer 14

Twinz (Deep Cover '98)"

(feat. Fat Joe)



[Big Punisher]

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot

I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop

Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's

with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti

Everybody kiss the ******* floor, Joey Crack, buck em all

If they move, Noodles shoot that ******* whore

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

Answer 15

i don't have one, but i do have a favorite verse from my favorite rapper:2pac



From "Same Song" by Digital Underground ft. Tupac

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNWU23LT4Ac

'Pac's verse starts at 2:20

Answer 16

Murs



yesterday and today



second verse

Answer 17

Dave



I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses

I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,

Sick of Versace glasses,

Sick of slang,

Sick of half-@ss awards shows,

Sick of name brand clothes.

Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,

Cocaine and crack

Which brings sickness to blacks,

Sick of swoll' head rappers

With their sicker-than raps

Clappers and gats

Makin' the whole sick world collapse

The facts are gettin' sick

Even sicker perhaps

Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

Answer 18

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing

The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in...................... Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from................



-Life's A *****/NaS/Illmatic/1994



It's condensed because i liked the way he said it on the Ni**er Tape

Answer 19

ti no matter what



3rd verse

Answer 20

I think this one,



Immortal Technique- Positive Balance



I jerk off inside books and give life to words

Leaving concepts stuck together you probably never heard (what?)

I love when people think I'm psychologically disturbed

Cause it means I overloaded their neurological nerves

Rappers try to serve me with disgusting incompetence

But I keep it positive with ultimate dominance

Meditating with Native Americans close to Providence

I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows

But rumor has it that you getting raped like Lil' Bow Wow

Now listen industry motherf**kers, don't get offended

Remember, that I'll bring an end to your pretender agenda

And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?)

And put your soul in a blender

You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December

Instead of catering to labels, something gotta give

I'll rip the electrons out your body and make you positive

I seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicks

Because without balance, you don't last more than a minute

This ain't a game, I'll beat the **** out you at the line of scrimmage

I rock shows in the ghetto, ***** you stuck in the village

I wanted to spit on the radio since I was eleven

But I can't afford the pay-ola for Hot 97's

So I make paper underground, and I'm soon to blow

Moving tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios

Answer 21

murder a rhyme one word at a time

You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine

You better, get rid of that nine, it ain't gonna help

What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?

I'm waitin for hell like hell **** I'm anxious as hell

Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail

I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve

Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf

I used to, get punked and bullied on my block

'til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox

{"Mom! MOM!"} I used to give a - ****, now I could give a **** less

What do I think of suc-cess? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed

Too much stares two breasts, too upset

It's just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)

Grew up quick (no) was raised right

Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right

You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi"

Became a commodity because I'm W-H-I-

-T-E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me

Can't wait 'til Kim sees me

Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?

Read my lips *****, what, my mouth isn't workin?

You hear this finger? Oh it's upside down

Here, let me turn this ************ up right now





from "I'm Back" by Eminem



My Fav, I'll never forget it =|

Answer 22

"Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair

No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there

He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger

wouldn't let me feel for a stranger

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along

I was lookin for a father he was gone"



Dear mama- tupac

Answer 23

AZ On Life's A B****

Answer 24

Rappers I monkey flippem with the funky rhythm I be kickin...



Does nobody know what I'm talking about or something?

Answer 25

"but i can't teach u my swag, u could pay 4 school but u can't buy class"

-hovito, "swagger like us"

Answer 26

the bling bling era was cute but its about to be done, ill leave you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun, my metaphores are dirty like herpes but harder to catch, like an escape tunnel in prison, i started from scratch....

Answer 27

I AINT A KILLA BUT DONT PUSH ME REVENGE IS LIKE THE SWEETEST JOY NEXT TO GETTIN P***Y



IM YOUNG AN THUGGIN AND I DONT GIVE F*** HE CAN MAKE LOVE TO YOU IM A BEAT IT UP



DEATH IS A BASTARD BUT LIFE IS A B****

Answer 28

i wANT E-PUSsie