Favorite verse in a song

[atxrocker]

B.I.G-- thats tha fukin hit...

[TheSanityAnnex]

Pharcyde

It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
heavy as boulders but I told ya
till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
ya and that's all I showed ya
and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me
cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from
entertainin' is a straining to the brain and...
But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'..

[TheSanityAnnex]

Pharoah Monch- No Mercy

This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies
Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
to wit the likes of I and my tenacity?
This is, what you, get when, you ,
with the, likes of, the magnanimous flows
of total assholes and ignoramuses
M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers
Amateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters we show no mercy.

[TheSanityAnnex]

Tonedeff- Love Ain't

Love ain't for the faint of heart
Start Training, this game is hard
And arduous
You're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park
You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars
enabling your partly clouded logic
To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates, now
You're working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus
And you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence
If nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sense
Then, do you really regret when you've shredded your promise

[resistanze]

Pharoah Monch- No Mercy

This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies
Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
to wit the likes of I and my tenacity?
This is, what you, get when, you ,
with the, likes of, the magnanimous flows
of total assholes and ignoramuses
M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers
Amateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters we show no mercy.

That's my right there.

[Fillmoe]

the illest cat to ever touch a mic




[Rakim]
Planet, Earth, was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets goin, the goin gets rough
When I start flowin, the mic might bust
The next state I shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like I'm locked in
Lookin over the edge but the R never fell
A trip to slip cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothin to lean on
Going for self with a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (ghetto)

[Rakim]
I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin how hard it was to be born
Me bein cream with no physical form
Millions of cells with one destination
to reach the best part as life's creation
Nine months later, a job well done
Make way, cause here I come
Since I made it this far I can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know-how
To be, all I can be and more
And see, all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I study, my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rappin to me
Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, they strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in, cause I'm the Asian
Reachin for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
Visions of Nefer i, then I seen a
mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after
I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I thought and I just brought the people
Under the dark skies, on a dark side
Not only there, but right here's an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (ghetto)
Even the (ghetto)

[Rakim]
No more props, I want property, in every borough
Nobody's stoppin me, because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
Double-oh-seven is back and relaxin
On point and reactin, and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito, and takin it easy (ghetto)
Quiet as kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro and play the background
Hopin the whack rapper put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go 'head and slam it
Cause when it's time to build I'm a mechanic
of bondin and mendin, attachin and blendin
So many solos, there is no endin
People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played c-lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go, "We know"
So I collect my cash then slide
I've got my back, my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the (ghetto)
I'm from the (ghetto)
Worrrd up
Peace

[Fillmoe]

DPZ!!!

[stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real
, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?
A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?
Still a like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it...

[Fillmoe]

I refuse to be a stereotype in your box
Never want to try to be somethin I'm not
I'm just a from the block, if you got it twist it
Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up
DP's givin a
RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks
Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up
All my comrades puttin in soldier work
We rollin dirty wit it
Fully dedicated
So real that the radio will never play it
But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it
Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it
That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video
Really do, we really got beef with the popo
Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold
This is for you new z holdin for the radio

Chorus:
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bull
(repeat 3X)

[Kori Ellis]

Man a don't want no trouble
a playa just want to kick back with my gators off
and watch my lli'l Gull blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought see
many a fights had to be fought G
for a to ride these Vogues
oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
watch your side my 'cause we got gats
the first to buck gon' be the first we attack
don't want that but it comes though
most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
slow dough we worked for everything we have
and gon' stick up for each other like we
brothers from another mother
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the
nut huggin' punk mother ers

[Marklar MM]

Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico.

[leemajors]

"Got My Mind Made Up"
(feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

[Verse One: Daz]

You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin mother er's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

[Verse Two: Tupac]

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
I'm bustin and makin mother ers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest in rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

[Chorus: Method Man]

I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride... tonight's tha night

[Verse Three: Kurupt]

Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my in sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, 's evading the x-rays
Sending young mother ers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that mother in poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha in bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

[Verse Four: Method Man]

you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
z best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your mother in mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Verse Five: Redman]

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
to bust til every here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)
West, list this, this, this...

[resistanze]

Vakill

I granted my neighborhood immunity
During the Rodney King riots when s burnt down and looted they're communities
Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em
through the window of opportunity
Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession
We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession
Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum
So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum
So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all (?)
My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same
manner, one prick and it's all over
And you can lick the gun clips
But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits
None spit, with my ferocity
I over shadow passion
take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop s s and blaze battlefields

[Fillmoe]

^ illest out of CHI CITY!

[degenerate_gambler]

"...I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die."

[mrsmaalox]

"The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing"

[resistanze]

^ illest out of CHI CITY!

Him & Ras Kass = long lost brothers

My fav verse by X

[DMX]
Don't came at me wit no bull , use caution
Cause when I wet , I dead , like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got z fearin', whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin'
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest z flip, when I start a bunch of
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, z see sheep
Bloodhounds found your buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin' on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[Sheek] What's that?
Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the in streets
cause like I said before ain't nothin' goin down until I eat
Mu' ers think it's all about impressin' es and stressin' es
Well, I'm testin es game, adressin' es, and caressin' es
And dealin wit mu' ers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, in' with snakes
Runnin wit z you call rebels
I got an army of 730 z, dirty z
that come through and worry z
30 z that like to bury z
And scary z get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin' until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
-ass z who act snotty
GET IT

[duncan228]

"Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied 'til he rules everything."

[Marklar MM]

we like it loud, we like it honky,
the party wont be revvin til we crank it to eleven
get it rockin, our boots are knockin
we're gonna say it proud, we like our country and we like it loud

[Marklar MM]

Straight outta Compton, crazy mother er named Ice Cube
From the gang called z With At udes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk mother ers that's showin out
z start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a mother er like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the mother in fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin z out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb mother ers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

[jaespur21]

IT Mustve Been Your tiny Dance that made me laugh out loud...
RHCP

[leemajors]

all of dog :

She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no , !
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the down
White ones cut my toupee!
Seventh day rester, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

[Ol Dirty sings again]
Hoeeeeee!
Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you ass z
De, haaaaa And you ass rettes
! Hoeeeeee! Mother ers!

[RZA] Let that go!

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get ed tonight
Hoeeeeee!

[Method] Stankin ass hoes!

You're the type of don't appreciate sheeeit
Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
*SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some now
Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
in the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me , as I on your grass
That means hoe, you been -ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's ted on your lawn

[crazy drunken ass ODB singin again]

Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Hoe, ohhaowwohh!
Hoeeeee, de heyyyy
(This is dedicated to all y'all es)
De, haaaahhhh
Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Ahahaahaaah

y'all

[leemajors]

and who can forget nirvana's moist vagina:


uhhhh...
She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the cir ference
I've been sucking the walls of her anus
analingus

I prefer her to any other

Marijuana(x3)

She had a moist vagina
I preferred her to any other

Marijuana(x11)

uhhhh...

[Lebowski Brickowski]

Zach De La Rocha!

The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists
And march around
Just dont take what you need
Ill jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or Ill drag you to your grave
Im deep inside your children
Theyll betray you in my name

[atxrocker]

boogiemonsters

I'm obsessed with her, I'm at best with her
Thickness surrounds me I'm blessed by her
See I'm fallin' so deep deep for she be infatuation
By the many many styles of she
I wish I could undress her I wish I could caress her
Like she does my soul but I am so much lesser
She's always there for me when I need her like my moms
Relaxin' all my drama I come into her arms
It's unique that very few people understand
How whe came into my life and made me into man
Many thresholds of negative stress stand in my way
But when I'm weary she comes down form heaven slay
If you was in the physical you would be the best
With lips and eyes and hips and thighs and breasts
I'd put you in uh to much to take at a time
I'd push you from my mind I put you in a rhyme
So everyone could get a little taste of your sweetness
Too much passion for self delf mission is in completeness
I treat this as my first and last only love
My chocolate compation decendant from above
In and out I glide and slide losing the rhythm
God sent you here for me so this can't be forbidden
But you are be on me and I think I gotta get over she
Because what do you do when your baby doll is sound
You can freak the tracks but you can't settle down
The world brings me pain
But she'll take that pain and use it
She's underwater I guess women just can't love me like
Muzik sweet muzik

[Fillmoe]

Artist: Mase f/ Black Rob, DMX, The Lox, Puff Daddy
Album: Harlem World
Song: 24 Hours To Live


[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited s right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach s how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the s under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my es on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

[Black Rob]
You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter

1 - If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

[Sheek]
What hey yo, if I had twenty four gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

[Styles]
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to and bust down Satan
Styles' on this and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin s that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that s mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So bein' violent get stocks and bonds

[DMX]
Twenty four left until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
And with the that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say o to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame

Repeat 1 until fade


2 of my favorite verses