Is this the greatest rap verse?

Discussion in 'Waffle' started by jmzmaloney, May 16, 2011.

  1. jmzmaloney


    Aug 30, 2008
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    In its original form

    Released form

    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 niggaz roll in the pile
    Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
    Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
    pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
    It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
    Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
    From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

    If you dont agree, reply with at least 1000 thousands words why not
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  2. EWOKS


    Feb 8, 2008
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    no its not ..

    this is ..

    I can't tell you what it really is
    I can only tell you what it feels like
    And right now there's a steel knife
    In my windpipe
    I can't breathe
    But I still fight
    While I can fight
    As long as the wrong feels right
    It's like I'm in flight
    High of a love
    Drunk from the hate
    It's like I'm huffing paint
    And I love it the more that I suffer
    I sufficate
    And right before im about to drown
    She resuscitates me
    She fucking hates me
    And I love it
    Where you going
    I'm leaving you
    No you ain't
    Come back
    We're running right back
    Here we go again
    It's so insane
    Cause when it's going good
    It's going great
    I'm Superman
    With the wind in his bag
    She's Lois Lane
    But when it's bad
    It's awful
    I feel so ashamed
    I snap
    Who's that dude
    I don't even know his name
    I laid hands on her
    I'll never stoop so low again
    I guess I don't know my own strength

    Just gonna stand there
    And watch me burn
    But that's alright
    Because I like
    The way it hurts
    Just gonna stand there
    And hear me cry
    But that's alright
    Because I love
    The way you lie
    I love the way you lie
    I love the way you lie
  3. jmzmaloney


    Aug 30, 2008
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    No, I'm sorry you're wrong, the first 4 lines of the Nas rap are like modern day poetry, nothing can touch that kind of word play, actually read and understand the lyrics and youll see how some guy getting stabbed doesnt even compare.
  4. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

    Feb 8, 2002
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    it quite possibly is. i hadnt heard the full song before, that beat is fat with a capital p. you know, kool keith was still pushing that style back in 2008, not many people know that. on the diesel truckers album, or was it analog brothers maybe. one of those projects, on a side note, this ham cheese sammich is one of the best things i ever ate. square wonder bread, butter, cheese, ham, its the simple pleasures in life.
  5. Subjekt Music

    Subjekt Music Well-Known Member

    Mar 10, 2009
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    I dont think it is, Nas has done plenty of better verses than that....
  6. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

    Feb 8, 2002
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    n-dubz iz wel mint m7
  7. herojuana

    herojuana hairy kuala

    Jul 17, 2009
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    just pic any verse from this
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  8. mr karnage

    mr karnage deep inside the jungle

    Mar 20, 2010
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    only built for cuban linx

    thats a big cd
  9. EWOKS


    Feb 8, 2008
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    no my lyrics were far deeper... its eminems verse with rihanna ... incase you hadnt noticed.. nothing touching EM !!
  10. logikz

    logikz I Am Not The King Staff Member

    Feb 8, 2002
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    rihannas verse on a chorus is way beta. everythin one and possible do.
  11. Subjekt Music

    Subjekt Music Well-Known Member

    Mar 10, 2009
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    Eminem's third verse on Lose Yourself

    That's a lesson in how to flip patterns and breath control. Amazing.

    You may not like the tune but you cannot deny he kills that 3rd verse. Go listen
  12. gcurt1s

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    Jan 2, 2008
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    Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
    inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
    and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
    or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
    And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
    be poundin on your head like jackhammers
    You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
    seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
    Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
    with just a few scars when the beating ends
    The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again
    But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
    of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
    To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
    With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
    A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
    My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
    In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
    Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
    Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
    To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
    and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
    I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
    Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
    Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
    Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing
    I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting
    Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
    Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
    I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
    I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
    Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
    Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
    Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
    Grym will mentally chop your career
    See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
    Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
    you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
    You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
    Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

    Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
    Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
    Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
    Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser
    My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
    And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
    The imperial - material's venerial
    MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material
    Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
    Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
    Cause war like the grandson of Kush
    I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush
    Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted
    Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets
    Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
    While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers
    Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
    You get stampeded by the wildabeast
    A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
    Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
    Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
    He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor
    MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
    Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone
    Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
    Potentially, I have the key to make G's
    MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees
    Killa bees spread rapid like diseases
    See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth
    be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
    Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
    Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope
    Niggaz realize they just can't cope
    The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc

    I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
    My science is divided deep into your central nervous
    Pervert area codes peep this murder
    I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen
    Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix
    I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics
    I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
    Physical existence is descendants of Allah
    I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates
    That either migrate or get burnt to the stake
    I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene
    My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy
    Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco
    Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone
    I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah
    with traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
    While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
    The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus
    Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment
    Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error
    Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara
    Rahh! Bearer, Digestin minerals in abundance
    Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons
  13. Thin and crispy

    Thin and crispy Active Member

    Jan 14, 2009
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    Doncaster, United Kingdom
    Now this is the story all about how
    My life got flipped, turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground where I spent most of my days
    Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
    License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!

    I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
    And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
    Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air
  14. Borf™

    Borf™ Borf

    Jul 9, 2007
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    Cardiff, not the Valleys

    I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' 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, die hard fans demand more
    Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
    Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
    Stomp grounds an' pound footprints in solid rock
    Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block


    Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
    Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
    And it amazes - me how you claim thug
    but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
    I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
    than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
    More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
    What you lust to vent is irrele'
    Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
    Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
    Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
    I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
    Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
    Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
    Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
    The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
    MC's just - come on 'round
    You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
    Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
    It's evident we medicine for your whole town
    Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
    All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
    Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
    Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
    Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
    We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:

    The way Pharoahe flows that verse is unreal.
  15. gcurt1s

    gcurt1s Buried Audio

    Jan 2, 2008
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    thats a rza verse init? he da man
  16. Borf™

    Borf™ Borf

    Jul 9, 2007
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    Cardiff, not the Valleys
    Close, Inspectah Deck
  17. savoirfaire

    savoirfaire 16

    Mar 27, 2008
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    nah nas verse is nice but my favourite verse, its extremely difficult to say but it has to be either MK on Execute Them-short and sweet, or Raekwons verse on Triumph or Cappadonna on Winter Warz, smoke a blunt and dial 91716049311 and you can get long dick hip hop perfection haha. most sporadic lengthy and styled out verse ever probs.

    but your a wu fan so you probably agree:)

    also if you wanna talk about best storytelling verse i would say GFK on Impossible, I think RZA said it was his all time verse from anyone
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  18. ScottyEightSix

    ScottyEightSix HUGE EARS > COMEDY CHIN

    Jun 15, 2007
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    I agree the first 4 lines are amazing, but just goes down hill from there
  19. gcurt1s

    gcurt1s Buried Audio

    Jan 2, 2008
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    ah should of known that really. looking forward to seeing them next month
  20. chanty

    chanty Active Member

    Aug 23, 2008
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    im going with the flow and impact of the verse rather than lyrical content. but these lyrics arent too bad either
    Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut!
    Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
    To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!
    BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style
    Ruthless wild!
    Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?
    Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!

    Yo RZA, yo razor!
    Hit me with the major
    The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
    Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
    First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
    You could never capture the Method Man's stature
    For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
    my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror
    Razor sharp, I sever
    the head from the shoulders, I'm better
    than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!
    Let's get together.
    When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
    Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
    Either I'm witcha or against ya
    Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
    Talkin to the rap inventor
    Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
    Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
    Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
    Gettin head from some chick he know
    See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
    Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
    Women, and the weed -- sticky green
    No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
    Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
    Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
    Mad cause I got my dick sucked
    and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
    I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
    Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
    U-S, you just, lay down, slow
    Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
    Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

    my favorite nas track
    Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
    Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
    You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
    That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
    King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
    Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
    Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass
    40-side is the place that is giving me grace
    Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
    And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
    And ain't a damn thing gonna change
    I'ma performer (?) show the mic warmer was born to gain
    Nas, why did you do it?
    You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

    old skool!
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