Top 10 Hip Hop/Rap verses of all time

[Stretch]

I'm trying to compile a list with a friend of mine. We looking for verses only, whether it be underground or commercial but it must be widely considered to be up there.

Contenders who come to mind:

Inspecta Deck - Triumph

Nas - Verbal Intercourse

AZ - Life's a bitch

Jay Z - Second verse on Dead Presidents II

Canibus - on Lost Boyz' Beast from the East

Come on then heads, I'm sure you going to throw in some Chino XL, some Big Pun or some Common...

 

[CassiusClaymore]

Some personal favourites -

Big Pun - Beware

Canibus - on Commons 'Making a Name for Ourselves'

Big L - Put it on

RA The Rugged Man - Lessons

Notorious Big - Ready To Die

Nas - Half Time

Ras Kass - Remain Anonymous

Abdominal - Breathe Later

 

[Stretch]

Thanks Cassius. Can you point out which specific verses on those songs stood out for you? We're not looking for whole songs as such.

 

[Stretch]

For example, in commercial terms at least, take Rick Ross' verse on Kanye's Devil in a new dress. Stood out for a lot of people. Won't make into any top 10 though but thats what I'm talking about.

 

[Cina]

DMX surely:

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
I got blood on my dick cuz I fecked a corpse
I'm a nasty nigga

Beautiful.

 

[Stretch]

DMX surely:

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
I got blood on my dick cuz I fecked a corpse
I'm a nasty nigga

Beautiful.

Again, we not looking for quotables but VERSES.

 

[CassiusClaymore]

Big Pun - Beware. Like Abdominal, he had amazing breath control. Could rap so ridiculously fast but still remain clear. I love that 'niggas can't do shit to me... line. Brilliant track. Super Lyrical and Twinz pushed it close though.

Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep
Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets
I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin'
Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swollen
I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth
Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx style, 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW!
Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style
Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out
Sleep wit' the fishies for yappin' too loud
What's happenin' now? Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels
Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill
My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless
Besides we're the largest, we polish the floor
with the rawest hardcore artists
Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me
Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically
I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check
Smash you when you pass then jack you for your feckin' Lex
Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it
Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it

Canibus - on Commons 'Making a Name for Ourselves'. So many to choose from this guy. 100 bars is probably my favourite track but that entire thing is a huge verse. I always come back and listen to this of all all his guest joints in the early days before he went all nerdy. Brutal delivery.

Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin to damage you, spittin understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead shark peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MCs get biten with venom
From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in The Source
It belongs on the shroud of turin, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
It's wickeder than Satan worshippers going to Catholic church services
You heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, slash herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin on page 40
Put this in your CD-ROM
www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the internet talkin to chicks
That was sweatin me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin mad trash tryin to get 'em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you

Big L -Changed my mind on this. All Black is my favourite Big L track so I'll go with a verse off that. Just love his flow and he had the best punchlines of them all.

Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killin corrupt cops, with motherfeckin buck shots
So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just feck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the feck out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's
and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese

RA The Rugged Man - Lessons. Very underrated guy. Probably not the most obvious choice but this was very introspective and he switches up his pace and flow at the end to great effect.

Yo yo yo I seen good days sun rays church sundays
Made love made war been rich been poor
Lost friends lost hoods lost my dough
Seen beef between Bad Boy and Death Row
I seen deceased take the life for my sisters kid
Six months on the earth is what he had to live
I seen Biggie Big L Big Pun pass away
Buffy from the Fat Boys, Jam Master Jay
I mumple 'fore they blew up with Mystikal and Jay-Z
The Neptunes came to see me at D & D
I knew this chick named Norah a lounge singer
A year later she a six Grammy award winner
I seen flatliners I seen cannabisses
I seen Lil Zane see I seen mad misses
You ran through that ten percent disses
I seen A & R's get fired for takin' pisses
Stop whinin' the feck nobody listens
Who else riskin' they career they stick to being different
Switchin' the tradition stickin' to this shit they really livin'
I don't care what's hittin
Listen this is my feckin' life that I'm spittin

Notorious Big - Ready To Die. Like L, had a fantastic flow that was entirely unique to him. Words roll of his tongue.

As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't feck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
feck the world, feck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die

Nas - Half Time. Classic Nas. Still his best album and this is his best track IMO. He was so raw here.

It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the feckin man
I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

Ras Kass - Remain Anonymous. My favourite rapper ever. Very clever track.

I seen the scene from the outside lookin in through a window pane
Pain; hypertension ruptured the varicose vein
The vainglorious breaks I be, perpetratin omnipotent reign
I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat
The stakes increase on break beats, your fleet fleets run
when I'm rippin ya Kubrick's, meaning deceased, rest in peace
Pieces of my nebulous flex paralyzes oblongatas
To witness my linguistics like a Muslim takes jihad or not
Since A&R only sign gangster rap acts
Don't get it twisted stereotypin by geography West coast syntax
I signify for C-Arson
The city North of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton
Seems to me the peace treaty is through
Niggaz ran out of looted Hennessy and barbecue
Now all I do is stop the myth that every MC from Cali
is a Blood, Crip, or pimp - I pimps empty
Controls more English than Margaret Thatcher
Fidat be gwan be fat like the punani on Patra;
leavin your rep shattered
Cause you don't wanna see me signifyin
Smackin your Left Eye up like my man Andre Rison
All this juice evaporates - what it boils down to
is the "yes yes y'all," and only that makes a rapper great
feck rhetoric and repertoire, demographics and heavy rotation
Slowly the lyrication makes sense
feck fame; I snuff that ass out the frame
It ain't Snoop Dogg, so what's my motherfeckin name?

Abdominal - Breathe Later. Has to be heard to be appreciated really.

Here’s the part I need to start the third verse ‘cuz it’s time to finish,
but before I get into it could somebody please call Guiness
and alert them to the fact that there’s a cat attempting to rap
16 bars in one breath 8’s a warm-up lap I been there done that,
and I’m not alone, big-ups to Lyrics Born on that Diverse shit,
but I never heard tell of a single-breath 16 bat verse yet.
That’s uncharted territory that we’re about to step into,
feck a compass navigating with the mic that I rap into.
Cross the line into bar 9 with me it’s safe my lungs are fine
plus must remind you that we laid down twine in case you need to find
your way back out but don’t back out now ‘cuz we’ve almost reached the summit,
altitude sickness sets in oxygen levels start to plummit.
I’ll be frank at this point bar 13 we’re only running on fumes,
need to consume oxygen? The opportunity will come soon.
Because 15 bars have already slipped through the sands of time,
on what was one small breath for man but one giant breath for mankind.

 

[GE]

Andy Milonakis' 2nd verse on 'Hoes On My Dick'. Legendary.

 

[Stretch]

Big Pun - Beware. Like Abdominal, he had amazing breath control. Could rap so ridiculously fast but still remain clear. I love that 'niggas can't do shit to me... line. Brilliant track. Super Lyrical and Twinz pushed it close though.



Canibus - on Commons 'Making a Name for Ourselves'. So many to choose from this guy. 100 bars is probably my favourite track but that entire thing is a huge verse. I always come back and listen to this of all all his guest joints in the early days before he went all nerdy. Brutal delivery.




Big L -Changed my mind on this. All Black is my favourite Big L track so I'll go with a verse off that. Just love his flow and he had the best punchlines of them all.



RA The Rugged Man - Lessons. Very underrated guy. Probably not the most obvious choice but this was very introspective and he switches up his pace and flow at the end to great effect.




Notorious Big - Ready To Die. Like L, had a fantastic flow that was entirely unique to him. Words roll of his tongue.



Nas - Half Time. Classic Nas. Still his best album and this is his best track IMO. He was so raw here.



Ras Kass - Remain Anonymous. My favourite rapper ever. Very clever track.



Abdominal - Breathe Later. Has to be heard to be appreciated really.

You an absolute legend mate! That's what I'm looking for...

Now eagerly anticipating Mockney and Hectic's contributions...Boss, where you at?

 

[Cina]

Again, we not looking for quotables but VERSES.

Your point?

 

[Stretch]

Your point?

If you don't get then, thanks for your contribution.

 

[Red_Aaron]

i remember there was a poll like this in HHC, gotta be 10+ years ago, Chuck D's power to the people won it i think but this 'crack'er from BIG was second

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fecked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the feck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fecked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh

Ghostfaces second on One blows my mind everytime i hear, how he managed to put this together let alone deliver it is beyond me

Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"}
Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}
Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}
Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}
Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}

another Ghost one as its a personal favourite of mine and gets regularly performed in my shower. Wildflower

Yo bitch I fecked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky feck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fecked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to feck this rasta-head ass nigga
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot feck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But feck it, I fecked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe

shit, ghost could have one of these lists on his own

 

[Stretch]

I'm going to go over the contributions so far and let you know what we going to include.

 

[CLK_FPC]

Andy Milonakis' 2nd verse on 'Hoes On My Dick'. Legendary.

feck little hoes in the mouth from the south, north east and west yeah I do it on their chest #Based

 

[CLK_FPC]

Bun B on Grand Finale & You Are Everything
Andre 3000 on International Players Anthem/The Art of Story Telling 4
CL Smooth first verse on TROY
Nas on In Between Us by Scarface
Nas A Message To The Feds off Street's Disciple (not really a verse but one of the dopest intros to an album for me)

Some off the top would take a while to pull out some GFK/Raekwon or GZA verses

 

[CassiusClaymore]

Haha. Good call on Wildflower by Ghost. That first line always gets a laugh............so brutal

 

[Hectic]

feck, I'll have to spend an hour on this tonight. Too many songs I'll post up now and then change my mind over later.

But, to put one in that isn't going to be changed later - Rakim - New York.

 

[CassiusClaymore]

Oh shit. How could I leave out Gza. So many to choose from but I'd go with his verse on Protect Ya Neck as it was my introduction to the Wu. Perfect end to a perfect track. (Labels was clever as feck though)

The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

 

[Stretch]

feck, I'll have to spend an hour on this tonight. Too many songs I'll post up now and then change my mind over later.

But, to put one in that isn't going to be changed later - Rakim - New York.

Cool, will be anticipating this. As I'm sure you will have candidates I have overlooked. Rakim has to be in the list, I just couldn't decide which verse.

Some serious contributions so far though. Will take some going through.

 

[Cornell]

Welcome to the Terrordome by Public Enemy sticks out as my all time #1. The river Nile doesn't flow as well as Chuck D's verses on that track.

 

[vuc]

Notorious BIG on Notorious Thugs. Epic.

 

[CLK_FPC]

Oh yeah Jay Electronica Exhibit C whatever 'verse' you please

 

[CLK_FPC]

J Cole Premeditated Murder verse 2

(Just a dope verse not one of the best in Hip Hop)

J Cole looking for trouble

 

[Heardy]

All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got a brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Best Sign off ever.

Banging!

 

[vuc]

Canibus - Dr C Phd

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40
a molecular archceogenetic laboratory
that can analyze complex poetry data for me
even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary
I frog leap over awful beats
then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s
to determine the age of anything ever made
regardless of how the outside surface has changed
I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain
with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames
with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal
viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull
let's have a dictionary duel after school
check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room
so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth
if you ain't got this album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the pale background of the moon
toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and booms
got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood
motherfecker you didn't win 'cause I can't lose
give the fans the chance to choose, feck you
who's the illest, who's it really up to
rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier
tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire
till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up
'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar
disaster for hire over beats by pious
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger
in my iris, Canibus is a fighter
motherfecker, my greatgrandfather was Irish
let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson
give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man
put a thousand on me, put one on him
i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim
yo I soak that shit and coat that shit in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off
call Detroit's Mafia Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls
Drop him off by Niagra Falls
write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws
nobody disrespects lyrical law
I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was
training like a grunt face down in the mud
with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you wonder where I am right now
I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fecking it up
dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine
spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time
vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD graduated from UMG
bright as the LCD display on a new MP
prototype of a true MC
with 3d topography maps you can't see
Butcher on Broad Street, wrapping CDs
in butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies
if you don't like the quality, then talk to me
what the feck you on the website for you creep?
punching the keys, remember that sound
that's exactly what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to speak
stand next to me, i might put a lump in your meat
diss you and your man, double the beef
to tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak
round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra
the body of my literature is bigger than South America
nigga look, this is all I gots to say
suck my P-H-D-I-C-K

Love the finish, as the chords die down.

 

[redwhiteblack]

Ice Cube's and Eazy E's verses (first and third verses respectively) from Straight Outta Compton (the song).

Chuck D - Fear of a Black Planet (the song)

Snoops verse in Nuttin But A G Thang

Any verse from Gin n Juice

Any verse from Hit Em Up by Tupac

 

[olesmyhero]

Inspectah Deck's from Triumph is one of my favorites. As you've noted in the OP, it's definitely up there.

 

[adexkola]

Ceelo - I Refuse Limitation

Andre 3000 - Royal Flush

Redman - Pick It Up/Can't Wait (uncensored versions, 3rd verses)

Edit: Ooh, Ooh!! De La Soul - Stakes Is High (Every verse I write should be a hip hop quotable)

 

[Stretch]

Oh shit. How could I leave out Gza. So many to choose from but I'd go with his verse on Protect Ya Neck as it was my introduction to the Wu. Perfect end to a perfect track. (Labels was clever as feck though)

Shit, really good shout this. I'm a huge GZA fan.

 

[adexkola]

Speaking of the GZA...

Spoiler

Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level

(1st verse, Wu Banga, off Supreme Clientele)

Spoiler

This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
LP's delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

(2nd verse, Severe Punishment, off Wu Tang Forever)

Spoiler

Restaurants on a stake-out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a feckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
feck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake Visas

Killah Hills 10304, off Liquid Swords

 

[Red_Aaron]

Haha. Good call on Wildflower by Ghost. That first line always gets a laugh............so brutal

brutal is right, i love it

'remember when i long dicked you and broke your ovary?'
i say that to my miss....i mean bitch all the time

Jeru the Damaja -

Now I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself

 

[Dr. Dwayne]

nice stuff adex, Gza would be on the list for sure.

I'm going to put forward Inspectah Deck from Raekwon's MeanStreets, this is just a killer verse.

Spoiler

The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand
Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'

and from the same record's House of Flying Daggers

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I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime can't top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
FBI wanna watch the force, trying to lock my source
Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours
Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and laws
In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall?
Won't stop til I copped them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all
Cause I ain't on the clock for talk
The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more
The General, watch your board

and one of my personal favourites, Xzibit from Dr. Dre's What's the Difference:

Spoiler

Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH)
I stay committed while you motherfeckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick
(Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the feck am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you can't handle it
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
Yo that's the difference

Bangladesh.

 

[Red_Aaron]

yes yes y'all, ya dont stop, KRS one

I'm bout to hit you wit that tradional style of cold rockin
Givin options for head knockin non stoppin
Tip-toppin lyrics we droppin but styles can be forgotten
so we bring back the raw hip-hoppin
Just like the records and tapes you be coppin
Cop some breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin
Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you clockin
We only get better and only better we have gotten
This type of flow don't even think about stoppin
Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin
All music lovers in the place right now
That never understood the way that KRS got down
Yo I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin
Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
If a dope lyrical flow is a must
You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust
I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied
I'm number one, two, three, four and five
Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes
and pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams
A dope MC is a dope MC
With or witout a record deal, all can see
And that's who KRS be son
I'm not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don't run

 

[CassiusClaymore]

Another Ras Kass verse I'm particularly fond off. 1st verse from Etc... off The Soul On Ice album. Astounding use of alliteration in the middle section..

Niggaz know it's about that time without a Schoolly D Gucci
I pop that pussy ass rapper and leave it up to Luke to Pop the Coochie
Truly a wretched steelo kept you Under Siege like Seagal
Cause I housed more niggaz than that faggot named RuPaul
Y'all all suffer the consequences
I dispense dope sentences without a prescription
prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics
Representin the West, relevant to relentless sentences
If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax (then jack)
Revert to revolution Ras reverse, reverberates
Revolvin with written retalliation, rate repetitious
Reflex flex, regret niggaz regress to less than recoup
When recording, I wreck, records
Reflect stupid, it's so much more than just another rap and sample
Cause I model more styles than Naomi Campbell
See we been burning idiots with lyrical syphillis
Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickle slick meticulous
ventriloquist when I throws my voice over the Western HemisFear
While my peers step over a Trail of Tears
Go get a job as a chandelier wit a glass jaw like that
I brings the impact to fracture mandibles, and manhandle the youth
Since my mental exceeds every MC I've perceive credible
Now becomes edible, kid!
And yo, I'm D for wreckin when reputations collide
But zhoom dum da dum, dadada dum dum
Suicide it's a suicide

 

[Stretch]

This is going to be tough...so many good candidates in here

 

[Mockney]

Not nearly enough Big L in here....I'll cobble some thoughts together....

Or Meth for that matter...I've always been very fond of M.E.T.H.O.D. Man. I just find it a fantastically fun verse.

 

[CassiusClaymore]

Hey you...get off my cloud...you don't know me and you don't my style.

Yeah, good one that.

 

[GE]

feck little hoes in the mouth from the south, north east and west yeah I do it on their chest #Based

#Swag

 

[Adzzz]

Notorious BIG on Notorious Thugs. Epic.

Awesome choice, tight fecking track. Still goes hard now.

 

[Adzzz]

2Pac is also largely forgotten in this and Biggie...This thread has me thinking of my favourite verses...but most in this thread seem to be about swagger and 'i'm better than you' type stuff, quite a lack of political stuff.