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What Is Nas' Greatest Verse?

Greatest Nas Verse?

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This is the first installment of a series that's inside of another series. The end goal is to pick the greatest hip hop verse of alltime.


We'll be picking the best verse from every legendary/veteran MC worth mentioning. After we pick all of their best verses, we'll add them into a bracket and start the 2nd half of the series.




POST ONE NAS VERSE THAT YOU FEEL IS HIS BEST VERSE. YOU CAN ONLY POST ONE VERSE.

THE 10 VERSES WITH THE MOST POSITIVE REACTIONS (GOATS AND LIKES) WILL BE ENTERED INTO THE POLL.

IF YOU THINK A NAS VERSE THAT WAS POSTED BELONGS IN THE POLL, GIVE IT A GOAT OR LIKE. ​
 
Memory Lane - 2nd Verse

"
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, back
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane"

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MJ DOOM said:
Memory Lane - 2nd Verse

"
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some up-rise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, back
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane"

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My favorite Nas verse. Good shit.
 
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
fuckin me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
 
A project minded individual, criminal tactics

Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us

They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to my peoples, in my mind?
They dumb and destroy themselves is how I rationalize
In the bastardized nation, Magnum .45 carryin'
Where I'm from ain't far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan
A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block, I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
I brought it back to papi, ain't tryna take no losses

He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face, then pauses

He gives me powder, he has faith in Nas' ambitions to distribute coke
Had addictions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes, but I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders
Barely at 62s, they already up to quarters
They out there every day, some true hustlers for you

I'm at it half way, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin' pipin' out the seats of a Pathfinder

Powerful pursuit for pussy, cash, to flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there

Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there
Blamin' society, mad, it wasn't made fair

I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse, and so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen, just for the love
Before the evil, the secret life of G's
You seein' me blurry, triple beam dreams
 
3rd verse of one love...below is a part of it


A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible
Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops
He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce."
 
The one that comes to mind immediately.. 2nd verse on you’re da man

But wait a sec, give me time to explain
Women and fast cars and diamond rings can poison a rap star
Was suicidal, high smoking so much lye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
Wish i could flap wings and fly away, to where black kings in Ghana stay
So i get all my flesh right of way
But that would be the day when it’s peace, when my gat don’t need to spray
When these streets is safe to play
Sex with death indulging these women
Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in their vagina
Like the exorcist, then they give birth to my seed
I beg for God help, why they love hurting me?
I’m your disciple, a thug certainly
I’m the N, the A to the S-I-R
And if i wasn’t, i must’ve been escobar
.45 on my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
When everything around me got cloudy
The chair became a king’s throne, my destiny found me
Now it’s clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what i changed to
And God i’m so thankful
 
but nah “purple” by nas still slows my steps up.

“y’all just wannna deal with drama, talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma

everything you into is underworld related
u sell your man out, not even ur girl is sacred”

*stank face*

just nasty
 
Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician, inflictin' composition, of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme
Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and
I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit
Lead was hittin' 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!"
Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back
And saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So, now I'm jettin' through the buildin' lobby
And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be
(So, what you sayin'?)
It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
.45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact
Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
And black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in the New York State of Mind
 
All of yall dropping good picks, but I'm only goating the ones I think are top 10

Sage Wonder said:
The one that comes to mind immediately.. 2nd verse on you’re da man

But wait a sec, give me time to explain
Women and fast cars and diamond rings can poison a rap star
Was suicidal, high smoking so much lye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
Wish i could flap wings and fly away, to where black kings in Ghana stay
So i get all my flesh right of way
But that would be the day when it’s peace, when my gat don’t need to spray
When these streets is safe to play
Sex with death indulging these women
Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in their vagina
Like the exorcist, then they give birth to my seed
I beg for God help, why they love hurting me?
I’m your disciple, a thug certainly
I’m the N, the A to the S-I-R
And if i wasn’t, i must’ve been escobar
.45 on my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion
When everything around me got cloudy
The chair became a king’s throne, my destiny found me
Now it’s clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what i changed to
And God i’m so thankful
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Race Jones said:
but nah “purple” by nas still slows my steps up.

“y’all just wannna deal with drama, talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma

everything you into is underworld related
u sell your man out, not even ur girl is sacred”

*stank face*

just nasty
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These niggas podding
 
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