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I throw these Maybach keys I wear my heart on the sleeve I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves They throwing hate at me Want me to stay at ease Fuck you and your corporation Y'all ninjas can't control me I know that we the new slaves I know that we the new slaves I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out I'm going Bobby Boucher I know that pussy ain't free You ninjas pussy, ain't me Y'all throwing contracts at me You know that ninjas can't read Throw 'em some Maybach keys Fuck it, c'est la vie I know that we the new slaves Y'all ninjas can't fuck with me Y'all ninjas can't fuck with Ye Y'all ninjas can't fuck with Ye I'll move my family out the country So you can't see where I stay So go and grab the reporters So I can smash their recorders See they'll confuse us with some bullshit Like the New World Order Meanwhile the DEA Teamed up with the CCA They tryna lock ninjas up They tryna make new slaves See that's that privately owned prisons Get your piece today They prolly all in the Hamptons Braggin' 'bout what they made Fuck you and your Hampton house I'll fuck your Hampton spouse Came on her Hampton blouse And in her Hampton mouth Y'all 'bout to turn shit up I'm 'bout to tear shit down I'm 'bout to air shit out Now what the fuck they gon' say now?
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 want to 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 dun 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
EDIT: Just noticed this is already posted... Gonna leave it because it's the greatest verse of all time.
This part of Saint Pablo is great: Well... it all looks great Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard Real family stick together and see through the mirage The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary? I am one with the people I am one with the people (real) I've been woken from enlightened man's dream Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self esteem Let me not say too much or do too much Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin' God, I have humbled myself before the court Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort
Jeezy I Luv Itlast verse, also jut that whole album The Inspiration was loaded with good verses imo
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang, true All the real *** either dead or in jail And if you're looking for me homie, I'm in the A T L You gotta play it how it go, you can't cheat on life Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was hard Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5 But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim Westside when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggaz know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Post by Nathan Fieldcяab on Feb 21, 2019 14:42:50 GMT -5
I've always been partial to Vince's 2nd verse on Lift Me Up, as well as the 2nd BagBak verse
A recent triumph was Kendricks verse of Kings Dead
I'll defer to other posters for older rap songs, not an expert there (EDIT: It's maybe not the deepest, but I absolutely love Jay'z first verse on Big Pimpin)
As I play out the Commodores, my faith destroyed My heart don't work, I'm unemployed The feeling is void, don't know what I need Some pussy, some paper, some counseling Maybe some Henny, some weed I'm looking for you, I'm checking for her I'm parking lot pimpin', I'm honking at women, I'm all on the curb Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump my brake, pump my brake Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don't walk away, walk away I'm fishing for compliments This is a fairy tale, I know you very well Fuck all your promises, I know what time it is I'm just a realist, I am the realest Reality is fatality cursed on the future for family, wife and some kids I'm looking for you, I'm checking for her I'm parking lot pimpin', I'm honking at women, I'm all on the curb Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump your brake, pump your brake Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don't walk away, walk away
Post by potentpotables on Feb 21, 2019 15:04:23 GMT -5
Who why'all talkin to man? Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh With the five in front, probably a connivin stunt Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the grass She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home Yep, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him Before this fist put a spark to him Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him, arm, leg She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!" He go back downstairs more time to think Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient She don't know I'm, cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't want to blast her man But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash, A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!" Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uh
Post by Jake Jortles on Feb 21, 2019 16:56:50 GMT -5
Jay-Z's first two verses on D'Evils. If you ever have a chance to read the section from his book "Decoded" about that song, please do. After I fully understood every corner of those lyrics, I became convinced that it is the best written hip-hop song ever. Then I realized I had the unfair advantage of having him explain it to me. But still... I bolded my absolute favorite parts of the verses, but I wanted to just bold the whole thing. Lyrics like this make me absolutely amazed that he and Biggie never had to write shit down to keep track of all the moving parts. All of the lines in the second verse that draw the distinction between what he and his old friend used to do as kids and what he is currently doing to his lover... while progressing the current scene/story... pure money.
This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much You know they're trying to get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills, poison my body I used to say 'fuck mic skills, ' and never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils
We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever foresee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still close Don't cry, it is to be In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils
This thread is an embarrassment. Anyone posting Kanye lyrics in a "best verses of all time" thread should be shot out of a cannon into another cannon and then shot into a pile of garbage.
Post by Jake Jortles on Feb 21, 2019 17:01:12 GMT -5
Black Thought from Lost Desire
We on some casualties of war shit What you stand for, kid? We in the city where they definitely lost it You open your eye-lids and get capped in the ribs Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune And left three orphans Now he in a box with the same chain and watch That never came off him It's a shame what it cost him Where he come from it ain't nothin' It's a everyday thing, that's a problem It's chambers revolvin' Bustin' like Russian roulette With a full set, they change what the odds is, Flames in the mosque, and people held hostage Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick? This shit is out of control, they can't stop it
Post by Jake Jortles on Feb 21, 2019 17:04:52 GMT -5
I posted this when I drafted him in the Bonnaroo Draft, but Verbal Intercourse is my favorite Nas verse, and one of my favorites ever.
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
Post by Jake Jortles on Feb 21, 2019 17:10:00 GMT -5
I fucking with the purpose of this thread a bit because I don't think this is a best verse of all time because his flow was slightly jumbled on the delivery, but these lyrics from a "battle rap perspective are fucking fun as hell and I want to give them a lil light. Again, no "insightful" messages or anything here, but the "four fifth liftin" rhyme scheme is awesome.
Kool G Rap on Fall Back by Big L
Yo, from the spot to the cell blocks Hot as hell blocks where shells pop Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots Niggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop New York livin', got a nigga four-fifth liftin' Send you as a gift to the mortician If you forfeit livin' - my fortune is forbidden I say it one time before spittin' Then I leave your forehead drippin' I laid low then came back for more bread grippin' More thread flippin' More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose It's G. Rap comin' back with a click of brave troops Have y'all niggaz runnin' for home base like Babe Ruth Have you holdin' holes in your body like you play flute Lay you down till you get found up in the sprayed Coupe Prepare for the takeover, give you the face makeover The seedier row and sheet draped over Be found on the block with the street taped over Or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower Corona Queens shakedown, I'm comin' with the nickel-plate pound To trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town Lacin' it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin' the crown Ya heard?
Post by Jake Jortles on Feb 21, 2019 17:13:09 GMT -5
Final post in here today. Sorry. One last thing I want to push is the full album of "Below the Heavens" by Blu & Exile. The writing on this album is so fucking good that it will make you want to sit down and try to write yourself. I literally have a word document saved that just lists all of my favorite lyrics from every song on this album.
Here is one of many great moments. Guy just knows how to present a thought in a compelling way.
Blu - Good Life
I got a call from my girl last week She telling me about that time of the month, and how it may not come Dropped the phone right before she said I might have a son And I started asking God how come I got dreams I aint reach yet, ends that aint meet yet And when it comes to being a man, shit I'm barely getting my feet wet Trying to hit reset, knee deep in debt Trying to figure how you feed a mouth that aint got teeth yet How the hell am I gonna show a child to be man When I'm twenty two without a clue on how to take a stand Against the system when its just us Wanna show him justice, but last year I was just in cuffs The fuck am I supposed to do when he's telling me dad I need some food I'm looking down at my stomach and mines is rumbling too What could I tell him when he's twenty two And he's asking me what the fuck was I thinking when mommy's tummy grew Was I scared? Was I getting prepared? Or did I even think of leaving him without a father's care? Should I tell him that its hell here and life aint fair? Or should I try to make a change when he's pulling on my leg And he keeps on telling me to....
Who why'all talkin to man? Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh With the five in front, probably a connivin stunt Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the grass She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home Yep, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him Before this fist put a spark to him Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him, arm, leg She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!" He go back downstairs more time to think Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient She don't know I'm, cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't want to blast her man But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash, A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!" Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uh
Lol does this count as a verse? Entire goddamn song right there, but a masterpiece nonetheless.
This thread is an embarrassment. Anyone posting Kanye lyrics in a "best verses of all time" thread should be shot out of a cannon into another cannon and then shot into a pile of garbage.
Jay-Z's first two verses on D'Evils. If you ever have a chance to read the section from his book "Decoded" about that song, please do. After I fully understood every corner of those lyrics, I became convinced that it is the best written hip-hop song ever. Then I realized I had the unfair advantage of having him explain it to me. But still... I bolded my absolute favorite parts of the verses, but I wanted to just bold the whole thing. Lyrics like this make me absolutely amazed that he and Biggie never had to write shit down to keep track of all the moving parts. All of the lines in the second verse that draw the distinction between what he and his old friend used to do as kids and what he is currently doing to his lover... while progressing the current scene/story... pure money.
This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much You know they're trying to get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills, poison my body I used to say 'fuck mic skills, ' and never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils
We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever foresee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still close Don't cry, it is to be In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils
^best jay verse.
also, UGK bodies him in Pimpin'. So much so that he re released it with another one of his verses so people didn't get confused about who's song it was.
also, UGK bodies him in Pimpin'. So much so that he re released it with another one of his verses so people didn't get confused about who's song it was.
IDK. Jay's flow on that verse is just so much better than either UGK member's that I sometime turn the song off after the first chorus. Don't always need to hear Bun purposely mispronounce scenario to make a rhyme scheme work.
Even hotter take: unless I'm in a party setting, I would rather hear Get Throwed than Big Pimpin. The verses on that are all way better than the verse on BP (other than Young Jeezy of course). And the beat and chorus are awesome.
This thread is an embarrassment. Anyone posting Kanye lyrics in a "best verses of all time" thread should be shot out of a cannon into another cannon and then shot into a pile of garbage.
We have Young Jeezy on this page.
Guess who's bizzack?
Still smell the blow in my clothes
Like Krispy Kreme, I was cooking them O's
Like horseshoes, I was tossing them O's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional, I hug the block
I'm so emotional, I love my Glock
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
also, UGK bodies him in Pimpin'. So much so that he re released it with another one of his verses so people didn't get confused about who's song it was.
IDK. Jay's flow on that verse is just so much better than either UGK member's that I sometime turn the song off after the first chorus. Don't always need to hear Bun purposely mispronounce scenario to make a rhyme scheme work.
Even hotter take: unless I'm in a party setting, I would rather hear Get Throwed than Big Pimpin. The verses on that are all way better than the verse on BP (other than Young Jeezy of course). And the beat and chorus are awesome.