Music Favourite Hip-Hop/Rap Verses

[RedTiger]

Mr cheeks 1sy verse of Renee.

Now here's a tune about this shawty named renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name
She said my name is Renee
I said I got a whole lot to say
So may I walk you to your subway
She said if you want
So yo, we started talking
I brought two franks and two drinks
And we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Because the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words shorty studies law
I'm telling shorty I'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the EZ Rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rock
I do the same thing
But yet I use Philly Blunts
She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya

 

[Pink Moon]

The entirety of 'Life's a Bitch' by Nas and AZ.

 

[Badunk]

My friend Wombaticus Rex is an amazing lyricist.


"I See"

I look for common threads where it all connects
So I've got respect for those who try and talk to God direct
I hang around with dudes who claim they found the truth
Go walking with Mohmammed and watch the mountains move
But nowadays, I'm getting lost in the music
Talking to Buddhists, and messing with philosophy students
...there's six billion different approaches to wisdom
I chose to focus and listen in frozen lotus positions
...before the prophets and priests perverted the essence
And left us searching and guessing with circular questions
It's getting harder to explain the simple facts
When the whole entire structure of our language is a trap
Plus...it's pretty easy these days to lose your patience
And forget that all these cages are just hallucenations
...cuz once you see what's hidden in plain sight
It's impossible to go back living the same life
I AM NOT AN AMERICAN....that's just a line in the sand
And we're all the same monkeys in the final exam
So I pledge alliegance -- to Ghandi, Malcolm X and Jesus
...all of whom died for the same pathetic reason:
If you show people a small portion of truth
They miss the point completely and start worshipping you
Lost in the mix, balancing the profits and risks
With the desperation that makes this economy tick
Cuz even in a world of talk shows and instant messages
I can hear the emptiness behind your hollow sentences
Raised to be a slave to weed, alcohol and paper schemes
Obsessed with ways and means, but too afraid to dream
And if those chains were undone, could you take it and run?
...or stand around, waiting for some savior to come?
Do you feel like your living stranded on a prison plant?
With a whole generation just taking this shit for granted?
....look: if optimism is dumb, I'll BE stupid
And make some theme music for those who see through it
And leave the average human with the obvious conclusion
There's are no average humans, that's an optical illusion
The king is dead....and all his servants have to fake it now
All around the world, the Control Machine is breaking down
So keep your body and mind strong and alive cuz God is inside
.....and you're a monkey that's along for the ride
And this is just a rap, so I don't want nothing back
Cuz I didn't give you shit...I just showed you what you had

 

[Roosney]

I still can't believe he's passed away. One of my all time favourite MCs. And one of the most underrated of his generation IMO.

Same here, I was devastated when I heard the news. I can't say I knew him but met him few times and talked to him here and there.
I remember him calling me about the website and he just played me songs off the not yet released Passion of Price album. Phone call lasted like 30 minutes and I don't think we talked one bit about the work on the site
P!
Imperious Rex is dropping soon, have you heard the new single?

 

[YouOnlyLiveTwice]

Kendrick Lamar verse on ScHoolboy Q's 'Blessed'.

 

[JB08]

Drunk By Myself - Nas's 2nd verse.

Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts
For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well
Take them to hell
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me
I aint your mark homey
It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was in televison
Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision
Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this
The bottle's my accomplice

That whole album is criminally underrated IMO. In fact, I could fill this thread with Nas verses alone.

 

[Lay]

Tupac's second verse on Me Against the World is great.

I enjoy Canibus's Poet Laurette but that's 7 minutes of straight rapping. As for one verse that'll I'll pick randomly as I've been listening to it recently is Ra Rugged Man, from the track Learn Truth with Talib Kweli:

Death by suicide bomb, protestants, Bibles, a Quran, or Islam
From Genghis Khan to Vietnam I can smell the napalm
Rape victims, ripped stockings
Redneck clan members doing church bombings
Innocent fetus' being aborted with no options
Humans government ruinin'
Worrying what weapons could be used to be nukin' 'em
Jesus was crucified in Jerusalem
Slaves treated like property, to Pearl Harbor to Hiroshima to Nagasaki
Adolf Hitler, to every murderous Nazi
To the Gambinos, to the Gottis, to every mafia atrocity
Child pornography, babies starving and dying in poverty
Serbians fighting Croatians in Yugoslavia
Muslim women being raped, up to 40,000 in the war in Bosnia
The 50 million killed in the second World War
The government's poisoning the minds and the bodies
Of the babies that are born poor
Airplanes blown up by Islamic extremists
In religion there's always drama
Whether worshipping the Prophet Mohammed or Jesus
Small pox to Napoleon's troops dying from typhus
From the Spanish flu to the black plague, today it's the AIDS virus
Bodies in coffins, political extortions
Racist mobs murdering, Willie Turks, Michael Griffith and Yusef Hawkins
Check the murder rate, is it human nature to murder and hate?
The Catholic church claimed women were witches and burned 'em at the stake
Pedophile predators attacking
.38 Beretta used by Ghandi's assassin
16 bullets in Malcolm, it happened uptown Manhattan
And the homicide, Reagan '80s epidemic of crack
And soldiers in action dying in Iraq and never coming back
And now let's

 

[Tom Van Persie]

AZ's verse on Life's a Bitch.

Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality
feck 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've 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' this Schweppervescent 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 leaving thievin'
We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die

 

[RedTiger]

There's alot of excellent lyrics that have have been posted so far and I agree with all of them. The quality of lyrics isn't just judged on the vocabulary used or the subject matter, sometimes a good verse comes down to the delivery and the way the words mesh with the underlying beat.

I'd like to add one of my favourite verses from my youth, I still rap this in the car on most days

Everlast's first verse from Shamrocks & Shenanigans.

I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah, I got rhymes for ya
Excuse me senora, are you a whore or are you a lady
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady
Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
Just assume the position and I'll take my rod
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
Puttin' suckers on the run pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never been a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom

I love it!

 

[Rado_N]

Mobb Deep (Prodigy) - Shook Ones Pt 2

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo *** spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

 

[TheReligion]

Mobb Deep (Prodigy) - Shook Ones Pt 2

Decent.

Is there any Big L on here?

Ebonics is great to listen to.

 

[Rado_N]

Decent.

Is there any Big L on here?

Ebonics is great to listen to.

Good shout, great track.

 

[TheReligion]

Good shout, great track.

I'm a secret rap God...

 

[CassiusClaymore]

I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't feck up my sheets

 

[evra]

I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke
I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks

 

[2mufc0]

Pretty much the whole track. Lyrics and flow.

 

[Dr. Dwayne]

It's Cameo's lyric

Boom! Headshot. Well played @horsechoker

 

[MyOnlySolskjaer]

 

[Member 5225]

 

[JB08]

Now wait a sec, give me time to explain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
We’re suicidal, high, smoking so much lye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings in Ghana stay
So I could get old my flesh rot away
But that'll be the day when it's peace
When my gat don't need to spray
When these streets are safe to play
Sex with death, indulge in these women
Envision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
45 in my waist, staring at my reflection in the mirror
Sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
When everything around me got cloudy
The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me
It was clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankful

 

[Bosws87]

[Verse 1: Big L]
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched, and when tensed, I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers
I don't have it all upstairs but who the feck cares?
I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A Tec-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be feckin' with more keys than a janitor

 

[2cents]

Canibus second verse in this:

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Cappadonna verse in this:

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Of course Nas verse in this:

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Dice Raw in this:

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Freddie Foxx in this:

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Loads more to add later.

 

[horsechoker]

Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
For a body - now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up somebody snitching on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
Askin' on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
That once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
Once in a blue I check to see how you're doin'
I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle of the night, sometimes around four
Hoping to find who they looking for but they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But word son, you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers, to get their thug on but oh well
Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
Oh you heard who did what, no I don't know who did shit
So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin' crazy
From windows, I see lights flashing and maybe
Somebody's taking pictures - you know who that be
Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
They put up a G so everybody's pointing fingers
And lying, aiyyo son, the temp is rising

 

[Bosws87]

Light as a feather when I'm floating through
Reading through the daily news
Measuring the hurt within the golden rule
Centimetres of ether, I'm heating the speaker
Motivational teacher with words that burn people
Seeing the headlines lined with discord
It's either genocide or the planet in uproar
Never good. The rules of paradise are never nice
The best laid plans of Mice and Men are never right
I'm just a Vagabond with Flowers for Algernon
An Average Joe who knows what the feck is going on
It's the hope of my thoughts that I travel upon
Fly like an arrow of God until I'm gone, so I'm

 

[VorZakone]

3rd verse:

I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong
But you kinda scared of dying so you hold on
And you keep on blacking out and your pulse is low
Stop trying to fight the reaper just relax and let it go
Because there's no way you can fight it though you'll still try
And you can try it til you fight it but you'll still die
Your spirits leave your body and your mind clears
The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here
You start your journey into outer space
You see yourself in the light but you're still feeling outta place
So you standing in the tunnel of eternal life
And you see the ones you never learn to love in life
Make the choice, let it go if you can back it up
If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up
But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free
Here lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace
I still got to wonder why
I never seen a man cry til I seen that man die

 

[maba723]

 

[maba723]

Spoiler: Lyrics

Well, go 'head and leave
The call heard 'round the world from the wives of MC's
These cats is payin' more than half a pound
My garment bag I snatch it down
Ain't got the state but we could prolly run a blacker town
Scenarios like this is tear jerkers
For the modern MC, i.e. the blue collar worker
Cause this thing called rhymin' no different from coal minin'
We both on assignment to unearth the diamond
When you start climbin'
And them eyes start shinin'
You be strugglin' and strivin'
And they think you prime-timin'
Maintain and keep silent, make note, an observation
This confrontation
This is the daily operation
My concentration
Stay focused on my recitation
'Bout to reach my destination with no pause or hesitation
Baby make the preparation cause this ain't no recreation
This is Pro Ball!
And we lettin you know y'all
At the show y'all
Doin' this for dough y'all
Get the phone call
And I'm ready to blow y'all
'Bout to go y'all
Been a pleasure to know y'all
And I'm lettin' you know that

 

[VorZakone]

2nd verse:

It's a unity thing, much love for my people here
But what good is love if the people don't really care?
The triggers are cold at the O.K. Corral
But it ain't okay when my people live foul
Another sad case of the black-on-black
It's a fact, some of our people don't know how to act
Can't go to the club, can't to the store
Can't chill with your girl, can't go to the show
Can't do anything without some fool actin' up
You start to believe that black folk are savage but
Before you do, allow me to say
That in the old days we didn't act that way, see
Kings and Queens were the names of the righteous
But the sons of slaves are insane and we might just
Self-destruct and erupt without a chance to grow
This ain't the days of old

 

[adexkola]

I went on a Mobb Deep binge after Prodidy passed. Their albums are full of ethereal lyrics like this.

 

[Tom Van Persie]

Fake niggas get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was your op to shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my Clan in the front want it

Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leaving mics with a cast
Causing ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter
Rhymes running wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp, I sliced the mic from the cord
First to criticize, but now they have become
Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I
Rebel INS Your Highness, blessed to electrify
With voltage of a eel, truth that I reveal
Will crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back
The God-U and bust through like a fullback

 

[JB08]

Verse 2 - Biggie Smalls

In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

Verse 1- Canibus

At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
feck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
and change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital ***'s
It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear

 

[horsechoker]

[Verse 1: Jake Paul]
It's everyday bro, with the Disney Channel flow
5 mill on YouTube in 6 months, never done before
Passed all the competition man, PewDiePie is next
Man I'm poppin' all these checks, got a brand new Rolex
And I met a Lambo too and I'm coming with the crew
This is Team 10, bitch, who the hell are flippin' you?
And you know I kick them out if they ain't with the crew
Yeah, I'm talking about you, you beggin' for attention
Talking shit on Twitter too but you still hit my phone last night
It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove
And all the recordings too, don't make me tell them the truth
And I just dropped some new merch and it's selling like a god, church
Ohio's where I'm from, we chew 'em like it's gum
We shooting with a gun, the tattoo just for fun
I Usain Bolt and run, catch me at game one
I cannot be outdone, Jake Paul is number one

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
It's everyday bro
I said it is everyday bro!

[Verse 2: Nick Crompton]
You know it's Nick Crompton and my collar stay poppin'
Yes, I can rap and no, I am not from Compton
England is my city
And if it weren't for Team 10, then the US would be shitty
I'll pass it to Chance 'cause you know he stay litty

This song changed Hip-Hop for the worse

 

[JB08]

This song changed Hip-Hop for the worse

You take that back

 

[horsechoker]

You take that back

Did you read the white text?

 

[JB08]

Did you read the white text?

I have the crudely recoloured RedCafe skin on Stylish, so no white text will ever fool me.

The downside being, I can't tell what's white text and what isn't, so I'm generally clueless

 

[BigDunc9]

Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socket
In the club niggas knock it wit' a dub in the pocket
They walk in the store, I love when they cop it
Make you other rappers struggle to top it
But this man flow with the greatest ease
Never did care about the haters, please
He done paid his dues, paid his fees
He done stayed overseas, made his G's
But now I got a wife and she bad as Halle
Her moms is a militant, dad is rowdy
The fans kind of act like they glad I'm outtie
But they prolly sittin' at home sad and pouty
You show me some love, I'mma show it right back
I know a tight track so I throw it like that
My limo driver's white, my attorney black
"Show me some love" like I'm Bernie Mac


From the Masta.

 

[horsechoker]

Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta
Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw yeah!"
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
fecked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

 

[robinamicrowave]

Always been a huge fan of how vivid The Art of Peer Pressure's second verse is. Truly remarkable.

It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin'
Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin'
Hungry for anything unhealthy
And if nutrition can help me
I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I'll continue eatin'
We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester
You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses
Good Lord, they knew we weren’t from ‘round there
‘Cause every time we down there
We pullin' out the Boost Mobile SIM cards
Bougie bitches with no extensions
Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination
Before we sparked a conversation
We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like
Then started interrogatin'
I never was a gangbanger, I mean
I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it
Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it
That’s ironic, 'cause I’ve never been violent
Until I’m with the homies

 

[JB08]

Not a verse per se, but...


feck me, this is a good song. One of the most impactful rap songs I've probably ever heard.

 

[afrocentricity]

One of my favs and the origin of my name on here:

Spoiler: Common - The 6th Sense (verse 2)

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, feck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit