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I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him 30 minutes later sein' there's no convincin' him What more could you ask for? The international asshole Who complain about what he is owed? And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame When he came in the game, he made his own lane Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name It's Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say Kayne Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown Back in the Chi, them Folks ain't from Moe Town Life movin' too fast I need to slow down Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down My father been said I need Jesus So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar The preacher said we need leaders Right then my body got still like a paraplegic You know who you call, you got a message, then leave it The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic Yeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemic After debris settles and the dust get swept off Big K pick up where young Hov left off Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up" Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up Bottle after bottle till we got messed up In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back That'll be the same day I give the game back You know the next question dog: "Yo, where Dame at?" This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back "What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?" They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen" R-r-r-r-right here stands a man With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands
I know it's past visiting hours But can I please give her these flowers? The doctor don't wanna take procedures He claim my heart can't take the anesthesia It'll send her body into a seizure That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin' Hey chick, I'm at a loss for words What do you say at this time? Remember when I was 9? Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin' Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin' I'm arguin' like what kind of doctor can we fly in? You know the best medicine go to people that's paid If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS And all the broke motherfuckers passed away You telling me if my grandma was in the NBA Right now she'd be okay? But since she Was just a secretary, worked for the church for 35 years Things 'sposed to stop right here My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he's strong That's where I get my confidence from I asked the nurse "Did you do the research?" She asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?" Bitch, is you smokin' reefer? You don't see that we hurt? But still
That’s kanyes best verse 100% and if you’re doing anything ugk you have to say bun b’s verse on murder. In fact I think it can be said that verse on murder is one of the best of all time
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know you realize that life goes fast - It's hard to make the good things last-you realize the sun doesn't go down - It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
ULB and Solo are probably my favorites from the past five years or so. Both of Eminem's verses on "Renegade" are flawless, as is the first verse of "Lose Yourself".
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5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
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Money on my mind, you should think the same J's on, pinky ring—dogging these hoes, I need quarantine In the same league, but we don't ball the same (Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line" Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!" You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off This that sauce, this that dressing Givenchy, nigga God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru)
Post by Silver Surfer on Feb 17, 2019 20:56:30 GMT -5
Okay but in all honesty, Kanyes verse on Smuckers is my favorite Kanye verse, and I think you could make a case for any verse on that song as being one of the best verses. Tyler and Lil Wayne both have amazing verses
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 17, 2019 23:42:33 GMT -5
Probably my fave. I'll say this is the best verse ever spit.
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain, Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up on the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with celo champs Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Yo they be running through my block shooting Time to start a revolution, catch a body head for Houston They caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up, " the Mac spit Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I made him back flip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck It wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Pulled my shit back had three bullets caught up in the chamber Now I'm runnin' to the building lobby And it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be (So what you saying?) The game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to they name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information large niggas erasing they wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I back track to earlier times Nothin's equivalent to the New York state of mind
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 17, 2019 23:44:02 GMT -5
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music-orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "yes, y'all" They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, 'cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab, without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To diss the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, 'cause it's sort of an addiction Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in a code, so it can coincide My thought's a guide 48 tracks to slide The invincible microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word, 'cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I got a habit You can't solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of Unawareness? Beware, it's the re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified But this ain't the cinemas or Tales from the Darkside By any means necessary, this is what has to be done Make way 'cause here I come My DJ cuts material Grand imperial It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me It's inherited, it runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack Now I don't want to have to let off, you should have kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see A pastime, hobby about to be Taken to the maximum, I can't relax see I'm hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one Hell of an antidote, something you can't smoke, more than dope You're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those that act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder So close your eyes and hold your breath And I'mma hit ya with the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember ya seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 17, 2019 23:45:34 GMT -5
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultraviolet shine blind forensics I inspect you through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez 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, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 17, 2019 23:49:51 GMT -5
If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!" Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 Whenever I arrive the party gets liver Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind The video rapper, you know, the chart climber Clapper, down goes another rapper Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head Word, what go around come around I figure Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas The tables turned as the crosses burned Remember You Must Learn About the styles I flip and how wild I get I go on like a space age rocket ship You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 17, 2019 23:52:39 GMT -5
Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality Fuck 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 leavin' 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
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 17, 2019 23:56:16 GMT -5
Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon! Not bragging, tryna read my mind, just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin' into my library Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back! As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers 'cause your pants were saggin' Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have you smelling rank like some old, stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kicking Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!) Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario Yeah, my man, mothafucka!
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:02:16 GMT -5
I got a letter from the government The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me given' a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because they never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute It occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun, to be another one Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all To criticize me some crime, never the less They could not understand that I'm a Black man And I could never be a veteran On the strength, the situation's unreal I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:04:29 GMT -5
Thinkin' of a master plan 'Cause ain’t nothin' but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money spent So I dig deeper, but still coming up with lint So I start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin', "How could I get some dead presidents?" I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t nothing funny Stop smilin', be still, don’t nothing move, but the money But now I learned to earn 'cause I’m righteous I feel great, so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, If I strive Then maybe I’ll stay alive So I walk up the street, whistlin' this Feeling out of place, 'cause man do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money, it’s still a wish 'Cause I don’t like to dream about gettin' paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made So now's a test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, 'cause I’m paid in full
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:07:34 GMT -5
I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible But when I swing my swords they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator 'Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four Round the clock, that state pen time, check it But the pens I be sticking with, you can't state the crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
