What Is Hov's Greatest Verse? (POLL ADDED, PLEASE VOTE)

[wadupdoe!313]

This is the shit you dream about with the homies steaming out
Back-to-back, backing them Beemers out
Seems as our plans to get a grant
To go off to college, didn't pan or even out
We need it now, we need a town
We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
For now, I'm just a lazy boy
Big dreaming in my La-Z-Boy
In the clouds of smoke, been playing this Marvin
Mama forgive me, should be thinking about Harvard
But that's too far away, my niggas are starving
Ain't nothing wrong with my aim, just gotta change the target
I got dreams of bagging snidd-ow, the size of pillows
I see pies every time my eyes clidd-ose
I see rides, sixes, I got to get those
Life's a bitch, I hope to not make her a widow

American Dreamin first verse

 

[Goldie]

Lyrical Exercise verse 1...

I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
With the weight of the world on my shoulder
That's why they call me "Hova"
I'm far from being God
But I work goddamn hard
I wake up the birds so when the nerds asleep
I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
I am "focused man"
And I'm not afraid of death
And I'm going all out
I circle the vultures in a van and
I run the block (run)
Pull up in a drop (pull up)
Push up on my money (push up)
I'm in great shape dunny
I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets
Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch
I pump in Roc sweats
All white trainers
The ghetto's Billy Blanks
I show you niggas what pain is
Maintain your stamina
Hov will damage ya
Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs
The fifth, a dead lift if
Niggas don't want to get shot
Then y'all niggas better squat
I drop your set for rep
No need to hit the showers
The spit from the fifth leave you wet
Lyrical exercise
Y'all niggas ain't tired right?

smh should've got more votes. Easily one of Hov's top 10 verses.

 

[Goldie]

Ain't nobody dumpin on hov
you aint in sanitation or sanitarium
what are you crazy jay-z'll bury em
i'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
your head bug out i'll raid niggas scared of em
worry im not mike jordan
of the mic recordin
hovi baby you kobe, maybe tracy mcgrady
matter fact you harold miner, jr rider
washed up on marijuana
even worse you a pervis ellis
you worthless fella
you aint no athlete you shawn bradley
i aint talkin to nobody in particular
my flow just vehicular homicide whem im kicken em
yes, anybody in my path
is a car crash waitin to happen
nigga what?
i got my foot on the door
on the post of this rap game and i aint lettin up
yea whos the nicest life of lifeless mic devices
and i dont write this i just mic this
i will it to happen
one take hov im real in this rappin
my new name is just the facts
while the rest of yall just adjust the facts
put words together, just to match
i say what i feel yall adjust to that
i do the opposite of yall so i just attract
the realer audience usually unjustly black
know my flow and the shit they go just match
like the sound of my voice and a choice just track
i just tackle the something the flack of the public
nothin, i know real niggas happen to love it
if you dont like it or look in the mirror
most likely you aint livin so you dont get it
you aint did it so you can envision it
the picture im paintin aint vivid
the language im spittin is so foreign to ya
she was starvin a dude to ya
growin up hard in a little apartment'll do to ya
im just talkin to ya

Another one that should've got more votes

 

[Goldie]

I'ma go with verse 2 on D'evils

We used to fight for building blocks

Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers

He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties

About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
I kept feedin' 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 tryna rock his bitch to sleep

All the years we were real close

Now I see his fears through her tears

Know she's wishin' we were still close
Don't cry, it is to be; in time

I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils

How df did this only get 3 likes? smh I hate ABW

 

[Goldie]

poll added

 

[CeLLar-DooR]

Went with Grammy Family

 

[bluntedsultan]

RIGGED !

(but ill still vote damn it)

 

[Elzo69Renaissance]

Got so many different verses but from the choices given the Dynasty Intro just hit for me

 

[Focal Point]

Got so many different verses but from the choices given the Dynasty Intro just hit for me

I was right there with you but that dear summer... especially on here