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Lupe's Greatest Verse?

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First verse of Failure




It's mean soldier
Now let me put the streets down like steam rollers
With the cats that push 40 ounces through the hood
Like king cobra, see we sling soda
Cause the extra foam in the split is mix
(It's really 36)
Used to buy toasters and clips
You can tighten your circle or boa constrict
While you was lightin' your purple I was over the scripts
See, I couldn't walk the walk
Couldn't really talk the talk
Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk
Cause this lack in talk had my walk lookin' off
Now I'm over the limp
Watch how they mugs drop when they see my verbals able
(that's the usual)
When I was po' I was low,
Now me and my chaps cop purple label
It's Ralph Lauren on the rap noreat?
Niggas brown-nose, they are like alf to him
Runners of interscope not as stoute as him
Please don't enter scope
It's gonna be a whole lotta IV-ing and respiratin'
If I lean out this window with Irene
Niggas as tall as Yao Ming
Will LUP emperor?
It's the foundation, I-beams and the antennas
It's so serious every time I write my John Hancock
Like, you could damn near see Detroit (I see you)
Niggas is scared of heights (see you)
This is saran wrap and aluminum foil
Some potpourri a little machine oil
I stack my paper and throw off my six?
This is top flo', better look out below
Pennys from heaven is the same as a semi from the sect
And I reign supreme
Turn your umbrellas upside down
Did you even catch the change in theme?
(this is gangsta)
Lupe to the F to the I to the A to the S to the C to the O
From the west side of the C to the H to the I CA to the G to the O
(this is gangsta, man)
This is gangsta, man
 
3rd Verse "Game Time"...

Now back to my scrap with time
My tat with the tickin', I make my fists
Wrap my wrist, leave the ring on, I could never get enough
Punch my clock
Clock my grip
Niggas tryin' to pull my card, stop my shift
Shift me to that graveyard and knock my hustle
They hope I Domino and free up my delivery
And at the same time mark my magnificence
I'm just trying to do the opposite of left
As long as there is the opposite of death
You test, and I might just bring the opposite of life
Till there's no one the opposite of right
Check!
As you bop down writer's block and can't find it...
I address, I correct
You a dress, I'm a pair of pants
I'm a Motorola, you just a pair of cans
Couple Coca Colas and a string
Playa I'm 'bout my green like Martian's skin
A sinner on a side-walk
They Wavin' to from the floats in a parade
The Saint's Go Marchin' In
 
Homie has some classic verses. What's the track where the 2nd verse is battling the first verse?
 
Say Somethin' Freestyle

Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn
clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
ain't got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams
And you down there in the traffic jam
from here I've seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam, zoom
Now I'm like the biggest G off in the room
still hard to see me like the truth on TV
or the roof from the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they need me
'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves
they glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie
no longer G, now you can see me
but your letters' (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed
C and G but nothing bout me CG
It's all real, none of this is green screen
+Shut Up and Let Me Go+ just like The Ting Tings
I'm feeling like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs
I've rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms
try to stop what's going on
you'll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms
I'm balling like the tops of pawns
circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds
Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser‘s, uh
burning down your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause, I don't brush my teeth enough
yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck
but this like my weaker stuff
they ask "Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?"
Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up
I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its like two of me
and each of us, rapping acid, eat this up
A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough
West Side riding, lot of niggas salty 'cause
'cause I be overseas and (over seasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking genius
Brave and fly, you backboneless and wingless
bunch of chickens on the strip, I'm coming for they fingers
till what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn't make MTV's list
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash suffering, Chicken Fricassee-en this
a beat eating media blitz
pace is getting feverish, pain is growing severe-ish
these the peppers Peter picked
things are at their easiest, Real Compton city G'in it
but I'm from Chicago, house lights, bravos
 
And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless
Like ichabod crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best-fed f-f jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and, excess depth
Even scuba steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside poseidon, westside beside 'em
Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David blaine, make it rain
You make a boat, I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside

3rd verse "Dumb It Down"
 
Maywood said:
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Not today migga!
 
It's enough Lupe fans for the other good verses to get nominated. But imma go with the last verse on Glory. It summed up the message of the song perfectly. He was speaking on artists, particularly rappers, compromising their morals to make it in the game. But what he was saying also applied to the listeners who allow those fabricated messages pushed by those in control of the labels to influence them to embrace the negativity.

Then spoke on how to avoid those "traps" the industry exes place. Basically saying dont allow them to take you off your square and create and image of you as an artist that doesnt match you as a person because what you say is used to influence a whole generation of youth. In the end, he's saying its done on purpose as a plot to keep people at a lower state. Even through in a 9/11 reference at the end to drive the point home of a bigger plot in play. Understanding that gives a different meaning to the hook.

Wherefore does my Glory go?

What you gonna be remembered for as an artist? Being in league with the plot to destroy our people, or for "going against the grain" and standing on your shield?

Good song with a powerful last verse.





And you gotta respect a position in which you playing
Never let your heart reflect the conditions in which you staying
Even if it’s dark, and the temperature is the same
As winters in the Ukraine, ya appendages is in chains
Have forgiveness from the start, keep militias misrestrained
Be smart, never indiscrimate in ya aim
Cuz its innocent witnesses oblivious to the thangs
To come the ones that hypnotists keep entertained
And you cant uh, have some resilience in ya frame
Stay resistance and committed to what u saying
Cuz, they'll flip it the minute that you refrain
Read the book and the lines, and literature in between
You gotta be educated when going against the grain
Pay attention, they illegitimate in they claims
They assisted in the killin’ and pillagin'
In addition to the addiction, shit is much bigger than jus them planes, but:
 
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87alan said:
And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless
Like ichabod crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best-fed f-f jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and, excess depth
Even scuba steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside poseidon, westside beside 'em
Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David blaine, make it rain
You make a boat, I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside

3rd verse "Dumb It Down"
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GOAT

One of my all time favorite songs from Lupe
 
best verse?

i'm gonna go with his dead presidents freestyle verse. I know i coulda picked so many, but its THIS one...to me.



No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K
I fly through, pocket full of J-F-Ks
I rise to, the occasion like toast
With totes on the waist
And I flood your watch flooded like a basement man
You and my main foes fold like clean clothes
Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between your eyes like nose
Pinky mac ring like the song that Peedi Crack sings, I Propose
Don't make me stand up, told you
You ain't gotta have your hands up
I was like, screw paper
Then I ran round touched money, changed my mind
Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down
Now, in addition to the semi
There's paper on the waist like Henry
And niggas ain't seeing what I'm keeping concealed
They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed
Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal
Then you gotta hide money like
Fresh or witness protect
Went from, best to business exec in less than 4!
You can get it in the chest like Fresh
Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor
So act like you Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore
Wait, there's more:
Let me catch you tappin' my floor like Savion or Morse
Hope you like the sound of hollow, I got more
I black out like DOS, how you gonna back out
There's no back doors, like Porsche
Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza
Springsteen of sixteens
It's nothin' sweet, it's Lupe
I am White people's Kool-Aid, it's mean
The baller with the goggles like Kareem
From Chicago with the models on the scene
Duck fellas
Better get down like duck feathers
A rhyme or a crushed pepper
A grinder yeah that's much better
You a, dice game I'm a casino man
Hustler for life, you hear the lingo and
Find me covered in ice like Encino Man
Only one missin' is Pacino, man
Get it, ha ha
 
Now I can't pledge allegiance to your flag
Cause I can't find no reconciliation with your past
When there was nothing equal for my people in your math
You forced us in the ghetto and then you took our dads
The belly of the beast, these streets are demons' abs
I'm telling you that setup in them sit-ups is so sad
The system is a slab, corruption is the swinger
Sitting high riding dirty, drag racing into danger
And it's so clean, pine trees smelling good
With work off in the trunk and niggas in the hood
So I can't shed blood on any battlefield of yours
I pray the ugly truth comes and shatters your decor
And as it all falls down in tatters on the floor
I shed tears, I don't know what really matters anymore
Cause I don't know what really matters anymore
 
Verse 1 on Theme Music to a Drive-by

Uh, I can't feel a field nigga pain
Devious skill that make a strong willed nigga wane
Since a lil nigga hang with the killers and distributers of 'caine
They dismemberers of swishers then refill it with the Jane
Then they tilt it and they lit it with a flame
Then they took a pull of killer to the brain like (inhale noise) ah
Evil minded like Krang they became
They deranged like the Rover that I rode
That was the Range that I drove when I was a little bit older, mayne
Declaring war on the deck like they The Joker
All while, ducking from Bruce Wayne
While they polka with the devil in our moonlitten ghetto
Hello My Name stickers on the stickers of the veins
In rehab remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow
When they was all back of a nickel like Monticello
When the underworld had to be smarter than Donatello
No honor amongst fellows
It's harder than sitting with a blind man and
Trying to describe yellow
Got me feeling like killer Joe
My life the album, know the classics by heart
And exactly how the filler go
Repeat it on my way to the liquor store, Charlie

That shit flowed so tough just reading it
 
His 3rd verse on that interview when he talked like a bitch about being scared of getting on tracks with certain rappers and won't do it because he don't wanna get eaten alive.
 
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