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  • Favorite Verses or Lyrics

    That Pun thread got me on this...post up favorite lines or verses from songs. Feel free to put the artist and song prior to the verse.

    1st: AZ - Rather Unique

    my verbals rip ****
    Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets
    **** it I'm on some flip ****
    ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
    vocals release shells like automatics
    Do music's magical causing any battles to be tragical
    I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia
    slaughter your circulatory like lukemia

    Who's ****in with AZ? This ****^ is beyond ridiculous.

  • #2
    Rakim - Strong Island

    On the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
    Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar
    Compete witcha livelihood to eat better
    And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
    With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file
    It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
    Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
    Then developed a strong style on Long Isle

    Smooth **** from the G.O.D.

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    • #3
      bob dylan chimes of freedom

      far' between sundown's finish an' midnights broken toll
      we ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing
      as majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
      seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
      flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
      flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
      an' for each an' every underdog soldier in the night
      an' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

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      • #4
        Here's another. Maybe the nastiest verse ever spit.

        Canibus on "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 a condom
        Playing with the mic is something I wont 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, *****s like segal steven,
        Putting emcees in, positions to prevent ’em from breathing
        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 mutha ****in wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
        None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle,
        I go on & on like erika badu
        A hundred times nicer than the best there is
        Twice as african as krs is, who wanna test this
        **** 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 **** you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
        And apply pressure until I crush your mutha ****in noggin
        I grab mics and push *****s 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 your scar with a beard
        I’m the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks
        Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidick can suck my didick
        You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitten
        More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness
        Kickin’ boring raps with metaphors that’s wack
        All of y’all mutha ****as need nordictrack
        To get ya weight up, ****in with canibus you get ate up
        Get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up
        Been rockin longer than *****s 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 adams mistress
        Before christ created christmas, I been in lyrical fitness
        The canibus is spitten till’ he’s spitless
        50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this
        I’m puttin’ every wack emcee alive on my **** list
        Verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted
        Took you a minute, to exhibit that I’m sick wit it
        Now you tell me who you think is damaging ****
        Going once, going twice
        Sold to that ***** name canibus
        Me and mr.cheeks, a-plus, and funk doctor
        Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

        Actually I don't think I've ever heard one entire verse that is more bananas than this. This put Can-I-Bus on the map.
        Last edited by oldgringo; 12-24-2005, 07:40 PM.

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        • #5
          My second favorite track from my favorite album ever:

          Common - Communism

          Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
          And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
          It's a common market and it's so much competition
          but to me, competition is none
          To my comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
          my compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
          Instead of competing with Pete
          Com compromised, Com made a promise
          Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
          without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

          Common can rhyme for real when he wants to.

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          • #6
            My favorite verse from Mega...

            Mobb Deep ft. Cormega - Whats Ya Poison

            Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits
            Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto ****
            Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from mesasuring grams
            Gun on my waist, In case I see son
            who wetted my man
            I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's
            Obvious I was destined to rep
            Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits
            Considered mad real, *****s feel the Montana ****
            Born official, my *****s that are gone I miss you
            I shed a tear, see ya'll *****s when I get there
            Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip
            I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete
            When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet
            And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet
            When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing *****'s lead to excellence
            I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this
            Like a lexus jeep
            My technique
            Leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me
            Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me
            Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching keys..please

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            • #7
              Originally posted by oldgringo
              Rakim - Strong Island

              On the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca
              Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar
              Compete witcha livelihood to eat better
              And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
              With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file
              It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
              Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
              Then developed a strong style on Long Isle

              Smooth **** from the G.O.D.
              One of my favorite lines ever.

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              • #8
                Yeah, yeah, yeah
                Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely
                Where them *****z at? Them feds are sheisty
                See the problem's that, you way too nice please
                Where that coke at? **** where it might be
                Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted
                When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
                You got one turn, I suggest you show
                me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
                Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
                Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
                When I was born, I know I make the world darker
                The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya
                Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right
                Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight?
                Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps
                to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts

                Biggie Smalls b.k.a The G.O.A.T

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                • #9
                  2pac & Outlawz - When we ride

                  My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
                  I pull revenge on ***** *****z that blasted me
                  Plus my alias is Makaveli
                  A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a ***** belly
                  Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never ****ed around
                  with a sick-ass ***** like me
                  They call my name out and *****z run, best be prepared
                  for the Outlawz, here we come

                  2pac - Heartz Of Men all 3 verses

                  Dr. Dre - Let's Get High


                  Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy
                  Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be
                  All these fine bitches equal sex to me
                  plus I got this bad ***** layin next to me
                  No doubt, sit back on the couch
                  Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
                  Laid the ***** out, then I put it in her mouth
                  Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
                  Come on let's get high

                  Notorious BIG - Sky's the Limit

                  A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that
                  When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that
                  The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
                  The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
                  While *****s flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt
                  and alligators
                  Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
                  Here come the drama, oh, that's that ***** wit the fake, blaow!
                  Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
                  Play ya position, here come my intuition
                  Go in this ***** pocket
                  Rob him while his friends watchin
                  That hoes clockin, here comes respect
                  His crew's your crew, or they might be next
                  Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
                  So we roll wid em, stole wid em
                  I mean loyalty, *****z bought me milks at lunch
                  The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
                  In here, eyes crossed from blue and white dust
                  Pass the blunt

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                  • #10
                    This is by marshal mathers b4 he became MNM..


                    "Human sacrafices, cannabalism,
                    candles and exorcism
                    Animals havin sex with em
                    cammels, mammals and rabbits but i dont' get into that i kicked the habbit
                    I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
                    And i never eat you unless the ****in meat looks fresh
                    I gotta line in my pocket
                    I'm lyin
                    I gotta 9 in my pocket and baby im just dyin to gock em
                    He's ready for war, im ready for war
                    I got machetes and swords for any ****** that said he was raw
                    My ouzies heavy as yours
                    yah you met me B4
                    Just didnt' have as large an arsenal of weapons B4
                    Marshal step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
                    With your body spread onthe bead-bead spread red on the wall,
                    red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
                    Met on the second, red on the third then she's dead on the fourth
                    I'm dead wrong..
                    Weak or the strong who's got it goin on??
                    Your dead wrong.

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