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Mooney

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Throughout hip hop we have verses / bars whatever you wanna call them. Here is a chance to show off some of the verses you deem to be the illest.

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Verse 3 Hell on Earth (Prodigy)

Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big shit with spare clips
You see an eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
‘Cause deep in the abyss is street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness
POW niggas is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent, G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long ‘cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what Black
Here's the issue, it's a package deal, you rob me
You take these missiles along with that
I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream, and that's that
Whatever it takes, however, it gots to go down
Four mics on stage, a motherfuckin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less, the God gon' get his
Regardless blow for blow, let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point, never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged
 
Canibus - Beasts From The East

Canibus brings the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I won't do
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
Defeating niggas like Segal, Steven
Putting Emcees in positions to prevent them from breathin'
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle
I go On & On like Erykah Badu
A hundred times nicer than the best is
Twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin' will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I crush your muthafuckin noggin
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress
But if you want to battle, I'm down
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive then you can cover up your scar with a beard
I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my shiddit can suck my diddick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
Kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack
All of ya'll muthafuckas need Nordictrack
To get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to Eve before she was Adam's mistress
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
The Canibus is spittin' til' he's spitless
50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this
I'm puttin' every wack emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
Going once, going twice
Sold! to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
Hopping out the Huey helicopter to suey chop ya.
 
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Kool Genius Of Rap - The Realest

Yo When the gats reveal
You cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst
G.Rap be aiming at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst
We'll see who get plugged worst
We dug earth
The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you
Jacking you more than ripper
My fifth's an organ shifter
The human organism lifter
You'll be hearing organs
If ya leaving orphans, If ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher
To bump heads with those that dump lead
Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap, Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be
 
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The way to be, paradise like relaxin'
Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani Exchange deranged
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin', type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controllin', click rollin'
Tricking six digits on kicks and still holdin'
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release, purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities
And reverse fiends to Willies
It sounds foul, but every girl I meet'd go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa
 
Big Pun
Verse 1 Whatcha Gonna Do

Yo, yo...
It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame, my college terrain was the rugged streets
From Harlem to Queens, back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as the crack
That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
And start from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin days
I have left, in the form of flesh; should I lie in my grave
I'm tryin to persuade my mind to try to be brave
And not givin death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why I rise from the grave singin church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
 
@Mooney

That prodigy verse is one of my favorites of all time. The crazy thing is I could post 5-10 more from P just as ill
 
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Ill put one up that I never see in these threads.

Mos Def - ReDefinition


What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a
Phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags
So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium
My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them
(Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it!
Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element
From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP
Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee
You see me?
 
Violent J's 3rd verse on Suicide Hotline

I dream about cutting heads off with a shovel,
The dreams are getting serious, think I'm in trouble,
I don't hold memory for more than an hour,
I'm tired as fuck & I'm drained of power,
I ain't half way there & I'm all out of time,
I'm like a crushed light bulb, all out of shine,
I've been around the world but no place is home,
I wanna see the other side when I face this chrome,
I'm butt naked, I've been jacking off, getting drunk,
It's my last hours alive, who gives a fuck?
It don't matter,
I'm doing the shit in the garage,
Trying to make it easier for them to clean my head splaage,
This bitch I loved, I hope she finds me,
Still up in the chair with my thoughts behind me
I'm about to do it,
[Beep]
Can you hold for a second?

[Operator:] Wait a min!
 
Violent J 3rd verse on How Many Times

[Violent J]
How many times will you steal my car stereo?
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't you?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek
How many times did I walk in, and just sit?
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?
Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, up to the counter
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip
How many times will a judge decide my fate?
Who is he? A bitch, nothing great
He takes shits, and fucks his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and judges my life!

This is the song that made me put Violent J in my top ten.
 
Jigga man-

"Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin' a Tec, never jam though
Never get hot, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin' 'n' shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp what a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
 
Tell my man come off the road
Go get a job and salary
Mans sell Diet Coke
That food's got zero calories
Them jewels look jiggity jaggity
Them diamond's got zero clarity
I don't wanna get pissed off
See a man lift off, that's zero gravity
Anyway,....actually
Who's that girl with her back to me?
I was gonna move to her then, but I left it
Let the convo come naturally
Then, man ill just run that casually
Big cougar ting on all fours
Man, it feels like I've got a tiger tryna tackle me
She.. said: "you're a little cub, don't fight it"
Fam, I could've lost my vision
Ask Hus, the punder was blindin'
Now a lot of man are talking violent
Everybody's been out here ridin'
But man dem just call them Simba
Dem man are just kings of lying
Dem man are just lyin' kings
They ain't coppin' no diamond rings
And fuck your Swarovski crystals
They ain't putting no white in cling
They ain't givin' out light and dark, or dark or light, or either ting
Your Mr. still pickin' up Qs
M-R, that's a minor risk....

Remember when man came through
Not one of them girls were flirtin'
'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM
That's theres an angry German
Man are not bad in person
I'm with guys that are ridin' solo
That'll do it like Ralph Lauren
That's one long stick and a blacked out polo
Two brownin's wanna come to the Vale
Like "David, when you gonna send that postcode?"
Tell her meet me at the station, no location, everyting local
25 minutes on tube, everyting cool, everyting sorted
And the girl that I linked was bad
But her friend ain't nice so everyting awkward
 
Pun verse on John Blaze
My crew puff la, anyone test the Pun must die / Just give me one try / Now you know you done fucked up right / Hah, you ain’t got no wins in mi casa / Que te pasa, you ain’t even in my clasa / I hate an actor that plays a rapper / I’m Terror Squad beta kappa everybody’s favorite rapper / Grand imperial, college material, insane criminal / The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral / I reign subliminal inside your visual / Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical / I’ll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you / Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you / Soon as I chitter chatter your shit’ll shatter / I’m the kid out of Bronx, that’ll stomp you to death like it didn’t matter / I’m even better than before, iller metaphors / Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all…
 
Common on De La’s Tha Bizness

Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve / Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it / Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I’m the style molester / I do a show get Extra P’s like the Large Professor / In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a / Refa-ree in soul control of my / Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five / Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers / Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his bitch-ass / Rather be in Bebe’s alley, than at the click with gators / Not a hater of the players, I’m more like a coach, or an owner / I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) / At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection / But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings / Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor / Big Com Stradamus niggas styles I predict…


That nigga styled on that verse
 
I know niggas hate Em on here but he murdered Renegade idgaf what y’all say

Since I’m in a position to talk to these kids and they listen / I ain’t no politician, but I’ll kick it with ’em a minute / ‘Cause, see, they call me a menace / And if the shoe fits I’ll wear it / But if it don’t, then y’all will swallow the truth, grin and bear it / Now, who’s the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? / Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics / Usin’ his music to steer it, sharin’ his views and his merits? / But there’s a huge interference / They’re saying you shouldn’t hear it / Maybe it’s hatred I spew, maybe it’s food for the spirit / Maybe it’s beautiful music I made for you to just cherish / But I’m debated, disputed, hated / And viewed in America as a motherfuckin’ drug addict / Like you didn’t experiment? Nah, nah / That’s when you start to stare at who’s in the mirror / And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed / And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents / You fucking do-gooders
Too bad you couldn’t do good at marriage / And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? / I don’t think you do / So stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo / ‘Cause here we go, he’s { *Jigga j-Jigga*} / And I’m the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, it’s just a…

See, I’m a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare / Jesus Christ, the King of these Latter-Day Saints here / To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as / A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist / But that ain’t the case, see, it’s a matter of taste / We as a people decide if Shady’s as bad as they say he is / Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? / Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today / See, it’s easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie / While I’m waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me / Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics / In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer / I’m a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful / The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you / What did I do? I’m just a kid from the gutter making this butter off these bloodsuckers / ‘Cause I’m a muh’fuckin’…
 
Noreaga - I'm Leavin'

Yo, NORE know this, and NORE know that
But NORE know gat (why)
Cause NORE buck dat
Irak'll make you famous
Throwing gang signs like it's sign language
Distinguish us from the others
Kidnap your baby mothers
Bringing drama to the deep covers
Salute G, bust you down like a loosey
Jose probably lay with a gold uzi
Conquer Italy, Africa and Sicily
Niggas acting sissy see
Pointing guns and missing me
(Nas: "Yo son, it's on son")
Hey yo there's beef in the hood again
Niggas came with hoods again
Thinking that it woulda been
Saw us, from what we first did
When we did
Now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
But it's beef now, keep it short
Real brief now
Strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it
They sent the message, or example, whatever
Set it up man on man
Only to score we apply the plan
Quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
We lay you down in the sand
On the lines like the internet
Many would come if you would pose off
Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggas say I need Nicorette
You say bogie but you used to say cigarette
Nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning
 
Mooney said:
overall my favorite rapper, post up
riP
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Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standing still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my dunns thugging for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fucking with P
I spent more nights illing, less nights chilling
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the deal is some killers like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespecting and the rest
Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be bursting off guns like a Vietnam vet
On the steps, sitting in the staircase bent
Thinking on ways to take another man's head
Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips, switch clothes after I spit
Place niggas back in they space, fuck is on your mind kid
 
Yo, my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams of growing old with my son to live great
Little man I'm plannin' to enhance your mindstate
The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life
The one before me was of an even more trife
My understandin', I'll raise you with precise plannin'
And put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow through
Plans to live lotto, me and my little kicko
Any man tryin' to stop us, he get wet tho
He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote
Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach
I won't snap at you I'm goin' for throats
And when you feel my bite, ya sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut close
My formulae: I live life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
Prodigy, turnin' niggas to protegés
My protegé, I advise ya ass to make way
Make way...for fully-auto gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game
This man is half mad scientist-half sane
Create a rhyme labyrinth like poisonous cannabis
Here, take a toke of this deadly rare vocalist
Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locusts
Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus and burn
A hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!)
And let the venom soak in
You start sweatin' and goin' thru convulsions from dope shit I writ
Leavin' niggas stuck, I let stick
Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
I'll wrap you up in cocoon, get caught up in the midst
A dangerous, it's risky business fuckin' with this
Contender number one I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far, I'll give you this
But peep this (What?) fatal shots that solar plex
Man Down...now who dares to go next?
Like General Monk Monk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
Atomic, no time for calm shit
We hyperactive when it’s time to Vietnam it
Ya whole alliance gets singlehandedly bombed-ed
Take heed to the Apostle's Warning
Word up!
 
I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me
But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the records real
Yeah, you mothafuckin' right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin' title read
You get back slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed
Some def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space shit
The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing
Everything is real not just a song that we sing
From my life to the paper, very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot you faggot ass
 
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