Best Verse Ever....

[Suited_Up 2]

I contest that this is one of the best ever by Lupe Fiasco....So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpeningMacintosh marketingOil field augeringBrazilian adolescent disarmamentIsraeli occupationIslamic martyrdom, preciseYeah, laser guided targetingOil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborinSand camouflage army menCCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorinLouis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorinString theory ponderin, bullimic vomitinCatholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin themThey breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin andHennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin andAll the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

[Dirtydutch 9]

I can't even pick one. There are about 5 by Del, 10 by Nas, a few from Aesop, some from GZA, Doom, Clipse, just off the top of my head, all so much better. But Lupe is dope.

[Suited_Up 2]

I definitely think there are better ones out there, but I just heard this one tonight and I thought it was pretty damn good. Sometimes his stuff is entertaining, but other times it's pretty damn amazing in the sense of great flow plus having awesome meaning.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

Super Nintendo, Sega GenesisWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this50 inch screen, money green leather sofaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeurPhone bill about two G's flatNo need to worry, my accountant handles thatAnd my whole crew is loungin'Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'Thinkin' back on my one-room shackNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her backAnd she loves to show me off, of courseSmiles every time my face is up in The SourceWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed usBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ayUh, damn right I like the life I live'Cause I went from negative to positive

[7s7c 0]

I bomb atomicallySocrates' philosophies and hypothesisCan't define how I be droppin these...mockeriesLyrically perform armed robbery

[Suited_Up 2]

Super Nintendo, Sega GenesisWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this50 inch screen, money green leather sofaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeurPhone bill about two G's flatNo need to worry, my accountant handles thatAnd my whole crew is loungin'Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'Thinkin' back on my one-room shackNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her backAnd she loves to show me off, of courseSmiles every time my face is up in The SourceWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed usBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ayUh, damn right I like the life I live'Cause I went from negative to positive

I need to hear this one... what's the song? or link me to a youtube or something.

[7s7c 0]

I need to hear this one... what's the song? or link me to a youtube or something.

Juicy by Biggy I think if memory serves.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

I need to hear this one... what's the song? or link me to a youtube or something.

It's biggie, the song is Juicy, and it's basically the quintessential song explaining the reason rappers like Biggie rap about material things.. An absolute classic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noTvdpAYeHE

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

And the music i be makinI dumb down for my audienceAnd double my dollarsThey criticize me for itYet they all yell "Holla"If skills soldTruth be toldI'd probably beLyriclyTalib KweliTruthfullyI wanna rhyme like Common Sense(But i did five Mil)I ain't been rhymin like Common SinceWhen your sense got that much in commonAnd you been hustlin sinceYour inception**** perceptionGo with what makes senseSinceI know what i'm up againstWe as rappers must decide what's most impor-tantAnd i can't help the poor if i'm one of themSo i got rich and gave backTo me that's the win, winThe next time you see the homie and his rims spinJust know my mind is workin just like them

[Dirtydutch 9]

... it's basically the quintessential song explaining the reason rappers like Biggie rap about material things.

It was the reason. But now most of them do it because they can figure out how to evolve, emote or articulate, so the just make shit up about living like that, because their idols did.

[SuperJon 175]

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevailThe mic is contacted, I attract clienteleMy mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breathI exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous stepsDeep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamondSneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket lininHit the Earth like a comet, invasionNas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazinCause in my physical, I can express through songDelete stress like Motrin, then extend strongI drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hellFrom the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

[bobbywithani 0]

Back in the days when I was a TeenagerBefore I had status before I had a pagerI used to sit around listening to hip-hopMy pops said it reminded him of be-bopI said "Dad don't you know that things go in cycles"I think that's right, I can't remember the rest.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

It was the reason. But now most of them do it because they can figure out how to evolve, emote or articulate, so the just make shit up about living like that, because their idols did.

oh, agreed. That's why I said "rappers like biggie". 15 years after biggie, and guys like 50 are still humping his dead corpse, going over the same old ground he did, but sounding about 1/20th as good as he did.

[Suited_Up 2]

It's biggie, the song is Juicy, and it's basically the quintessential song explaining the reason rappers like Biggie rap about material things.. An absolute classic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noTvdpAYeHE

Damn, I know that song, but I guess I don't know it well enough.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

Damn, I know that song, but I guess I don't know it well enough.

It's okay, I'm just a big Biggie guy, and this was one of the songs that originally sold me on him.

[El Guapo 10]

I need to hear this one... what's the song? or link me to a youtube or something.

What? Serioulsy Kurt! You deserver a smack in your fucking mouth!

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevailThe mic is contacted, I attract clienteleMy mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breathI exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous stepsDeep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamondSneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket lininHit the Earth like a comet, invasionNas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazinCause in my physical, I can express through songDelete stress like Motrin, then extend strongI drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hellFrom the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

YES!I need to think of some.This is the first that came to mind.[inspector Deck] Protek Ya NeckI smoke on the mic like smokin Joe FrazierThe hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavorTerrorize the jam like troops in PakistanSwingin through your town like your neighborhood SpidermanSo uhh, tic toc and keep tickinWhile I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickinThe Lone Ranger, code red, danger!Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apartThe vandal, too hot to handleYa battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin CampbellRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the setThe rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

[Dirtydutch 9]

It's okay, I'm just a big Biggie guy, and this was one of the songs that originally sold me on him.

Actually, as someone who doesn't particularly love B.I.G., I found it appalling that Kurt didn't know that one by the opening line. But I'm super smug, will probably know every verse anyone posts in here, and hold people to the strictest standard, to deflect and also justify that while most of the world has spend the last 2 years build a career or earning a degree, I've mostly been listening to hip-hop records and scorning you for not know enough about hip-hop records.

[El Guapo 10]

Actually, as someone who doesn't particularly love B.I.G., I found it appalling that Kurt didn't know that one by the opening line. But I'm super smug, will probably know every verse anyone posts in here, and hold people to the strictest standard, to deflect and also justify that while most of the world has spend the last 2 years build a career or earning a degree, I've mostly been listening to hip-hop records and scorning you for not know enough about hip-hop records.

I'm like BigD smug about mid 90's rap.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

I'm like BigD smug about mid 90's rap.

Hey, I thought I was rather mellow and unsmug w/r/t Kurt not knowing Juicy.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothingTo the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eyeBoomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the skyWhy I never liked chicken pot pie?Or the chopped chicken on rye?So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck upSlice, poke, chop chop, stab, cutWhat can you do with the drunken hillbillyCut his ****ing eyes out and feed em to his Aunt MillyWilly Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love itHit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggetsLaid out all over the grassThen his little hound dog will eat em up fastLast as long as you can my manCuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you gotBlood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Sittin front row at the chicken show so...Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin'Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin'Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin'Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin'Cut a mother****ing chicken up, right!

[Dirtydutch 9]

I'm like BigD smug about mid 90's rap.

There was some hot shit in the mid '90s. About a million of Wu better releases, too. I cannot burn myself out on Liquid Swords. It's a sickness.

[El Guapo 10]

There was some hot shit in the mid '90s. About a million of Wu better releases, too. I cannot burn myself out on Liquid Swords. It's a sickness.

I share your sickness sir.Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rapWell whaddya know, so whaddaya know? the Di-Dawg is first up to batNo batteries included, and no strings attachedNo holds barred, no time for move fakinGots to get the loot so I can bring home the baconBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flowBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe soSleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troopBut here's the real scoopI'm all that and then some, short dark and handsomeBust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come fromI'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to hereMy days of payin dues are over, acknowledge we is in there(YEAH)Head for the border, go get a tacoI'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-goSit back relax and let yourself goDon't sweat what you heard, and act like you knowHoney, check it out, you got me mesmerizedWith your black hair and fat-ass thighsStreet poetry is my everydayBut yo, I gotta stop when you trot my wayIf I was workin at the club you would not payAiyyo, my man phife diggy, he got somthin to sayI like em brown, yellow, puero rican or hatianName is phife dawg from the zulu nationTold you in the jam that we can get downNow lets knock the boots like the group h-townYou got bbd all on your bedroom wallBut Im above the rim and this is how I ballA pretty little somethin on the new york streetThis is how I represent over this here beatTalkin bout youYo, I took you outBut sex was on my mind for the whole damn routeMy mind was in a frenzy and a horny stateBut I couldnt drop dimes cause *you couldnt relate*

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

There was some hot shit in the mid '90s. About a million of Wu better releases, too. I cannot burn myself out on Liquid Swords. It's a sickness.

For the past few weeks, I've been having a "Cuban Linx" vs "Liquid Swords" battle, where I listen to one, then the other, trying to decide which I like better, and I still can't. I'd say 88 to about 96 was the absolute pinnacle of hip-hop, from about "Paid in Full" to "Reasonable Doubt" Most of my favorite stuff comes from that era.

[BigDMcGee 3,367]

Yo which muthaphucka stole my floweenie....meenie miney moThrow that type of nigga right out my windowBlast your ass hit you with my direct blowBo!! Coming through like G.I. JoeStar Wars movie deal like Han SoloMake you bounce around like this was calypsoAlways shine cause I got the high pro glowYou think that you can hide you think you can lay lowRoll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0Mad out with my dreads in my kangoforget the Moet nigga just pass the CiscoYo!! Take a trip down to MexicoCome back with that shit that might make you psychoMaximum frequencies through your stereoSorry this is it but homeboy I got to go

[El Guapo 10]

What's up love, how you doing? (All right)Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thangOh, you heard that I was bangingYour home girl you went to school with, that's coolBut did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn'tSee, weekends were made for MichelobBut it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yoAnd don't mistake my statement for a clownWe can keep in the down low long as you know, that I get aroundOakland, California, West Coast lifeYou either play the game or you smoke the pipeI became a rapper at the age 14No gold ropes, no diamond ringsBut look at me now, 10 years laterAsk any MC if I rap greaterSee I'm known in Fresno, even the big O>From San Diego to SacramentoThey'll tell you yes, wherever you goAnd I bet my life won't one say noAin't nothing like a Too $hort fanI ain't tripping, you can play it againDon't fight the feeling, life is meI rock shows in Nashville, TennesseeIt wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't laughAt the good ol' boys getting autographsIn Cinncinatti, I know you heardI got fined for the "Cusswords"It's true, baby, so so uniqueMight slap your man, or just thump your freakI come to your town, I'm not underI want your name and your telephone numberYou think I'm faking, but I'll callWe only got one night to do it allI know baby it's such a pityTomorrow night, we hit another cityCold macking in the game is all we doMe and the boys called "The Dangerous Crew"I used to be local til I signed with JiveToo $hort then went nationwideI went to Georgia with the Too $hort soundI went down like Bobby BrownI said a rap and they took me to jailPulled out my bank, and made bailThis is my story, it could not waitIt all started out in the Golden StateCalifornia, where I was born and raisedI used to play the drum in my younger daysI just hit that beat any way I canSmooth high-stepping in the marching bandI turned in my drum and I started to rapNow beats I make, make my bank so fatIt's Too $hort, on the mic tonightPennsylvania, can you see the light?>From Chicago, to Indiana>From Mississippi, to AlabamaLouisiana, even TexasFemales, call me sexistBut don't they love it, you know meFreak nasty in a room trying to blow meLike engine, engine, number 9Homies run a train, standing in lineIf that train jumps off the trackThen my brother you will catch the clap>From Colorado, to ArizonaAll the way back home to CaliforniaIn Chatanooga, they know the tipShort Dog in the house, I'm that flipGetting clip, or playing poolI can't help it I'm so damn coolCall me "Dog" or leave me aloneI'm riding in a Caddilac Fleetwood ChromeWith Too Clean, behind the wheelI'm riding shotgun, rapping for realTotal boss in the back, give me supersideThey like to roll 'em fat cause you know we rideTo the beat y'all, and it don't stopIt goes on cause I don't stop rappingNow you know, nothing but the Dog in meYou make love to me and I still act stingyOh should I pay you? You must be trippingI didn't buy you and I sure ain't rentingI said "I love you" cause you gave me headI didn't love you when we got out the bedIf I could love you, you know I wouldBut what you giving, ain't all that goodA little southern hospitalityYou'd better try to get away from meI love money, and I just can't fake itI go to Magic City and the girls dance nakedI'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rapBut I'm living like an Oaktown mackI'm in the house y'all, I'm like ?peeser? y'allRat heads get nothing but cheese, y'allOr get slapped, put up your dukesI kick you in your ass with my Nike bootsSome rappers try to be just like Too $hortCan hang with the Dog, you'd better stay on the porchIn Minnesota, Virginia BeachWisconson, I got freaksAtlanta, Little RockLouisville, it don't stopKansas City, MissouriI rock the house in East St. LouisDetroit, it's like OaklandIt's a black thing, and I'm a black manTo all my brothers in the U.S.A.Too $hort baby don't even playWoofers in the trunk, blasting the beatI cross the bridge and hit 3rd streetYears ago, I rocked that jointI say what's up to my homies from Hunter's PointWe go a long way back, it's always been like thatIn the days that Short Dog was so young at the rapI'm in the house!