Favourite Hip Hop Verse

rocksteady I love that verse, actually I love that song, just love love love when the baseline rolls in.
what happened to ladybug? and the digable planets, 2nd album was sorely overlooked...

Just the first line to this track it is agreed by both myself and Elvis that it is possibly the best opening line:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QJdxnc-Y1Y

rocksteady I love that verse, actually I love that song, just love love love when the baseline rolls in.
what happened to ladybug? and the digable planets, 2nd album was sorely overlooked...
they are still playing live but ladybug is not with them anymore, they have another female (whose name i don't know) as a replacement

saw them in barcelona in like 2005 when they decided to do the whole live band thing, and the lead guitarist got rock solo aspirations above his station.

just did a quick search on wikipedia, and will be seeing if I can get hold of some her solo material.

ps. guerillaphoto greatest first line ever...
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I be the one man army ashaun,
I never be tooken out, I keep mc's looking out.
I'm dropping science, like cosby dropping babies
enough to make a nigger goooo crrrrazy!

saw digables a long time ago at jazz cafe or subterranea with the original crew, brilliant gig.

anyways have some wildchild:

Yo, as easy as it may seem MC'ing is not a capability for most to possess,
you gotta catch up,
take the time to create, construct demonstrate
set wack MC's straight, drinkin' a V8
I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats
represent the contra style until it hits the streets
my backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones
I destroy fake Madlib beats and Crackerjack poems (Ha-Ha)
it's time for lunch already, yes past lunch
I eat MC's like Captain Crunch, I attack and I punch
rapping in such different styles that's unlike yours
wack MC's, I point you out and point out all of your flaws
all of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin'
battling straight up battling is what I'm provokin'
but I'll die before this wack MC infects the
hip Hop industry to the point I cannot breathe
but if Wildstyle dies before Wild Child wakes
I pray to God to step down and take out all them fake
MC's, pretty please
cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely

Not quite a verse but still, fucking hell:

"Dead in the middle of little Italy
little did we know that we
riddled some middle men
who didn't do diddly"

RIP Big Pun

Dig this and dig it deep

What if I had the power to gather all of my favorite emcees

With the illest comic book characters and they became arch enemies?

Inconcievable? Unbelievable? Yet as wild as it seems

The Emperor and Stan Lee would coach the two opposing teams

Keep it clean no bats no gats guns no interfearance

Comic book characters would go head up with raw lyrics

Now I take, whoever might be on break from doin tours

And have them signed up for the Last Emperor's Secret Wars

Sure, for that kind of capacity, you need a crazy large arena

that might stretch from west Philadelphia to east Medina

If I'm able, I'd put it on pay-per-view through my label

And give free tickets to my neighborhood bums with no cable

Yeah, that sounds phat, now that we've squared away the propositions

Let's begin with the ultimate toughman competion

"Let the games begin!" Set it off, it's the fight of the century

KRS and Professor X would battle each other mentally

With rhymes, these two team captains waste no time

Charles Xavier tried to invade Kris Parker's mind

He shot a cerebral probe at Kris's mind, but he missed it

Professor X taken out by the Blastmaster's metaphysics

Round two, new fight, word to life, you gotta see this

Locked in mortal combat is Dr. Strange and The Genius

Here son, he's no match, let that grafted wizard have it

'My Liquid Sword slashes straight through Dr. Strange's Magic'

Another hero down, and now the score is two to zero

Gy words from the Genius, and he's still my rhymin hero

Now the next fight was conducted in a rough like manner

Specifically between Reggie Noble and Dr. David Banner

Or should I say the Incredible Hulk when he's amped off the gamma?

But Reggie Noble soon became the Incredilbe Redman and slammed him

You know how Redman gets when his adrenaline starts pumpin

Started schitzin in the ring, so then the Thing tired jump in

Ben Grimm leaps into the ring, and after Redman he lunges

'But Reggie Noble dropped him with two Brick City punches!'

Rhymes by the bunches, bums get dirtier than Middle Eastern dugeouns

Ready to set this like Detective Columbo and his hunches

While the ref's clean out the ring, cause the last fight was so intense

Let's do a live interview with the brother named Common Sense

'Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense, and Iceman tried to freeze me,

So I took him to Chicago and told him to take it easy

He couldn't see me with my applejack hat and hightops

Colussus and Cyclops, I got No I.D. and Y Not'

Good lookin Common Sense, that last album was tight

Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight

Now the next fight had to be the craziest of all times

We got Dr. Octapus 'versus the mighty Busta Rhymes!'

Doc Oct versus Busta? Man that stuff is dead

He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up agaisnt the dreads

'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octapus, who you think you grabbin?

The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen

Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when

I slap you with my dreads, lights out, you'll kiss the canvas'

Before my eyes, I see the demise of another superhero

Next up is Ras Kass versus Magneto

Now anything goes when Magneto battles foes

Ras Kass had him shivering, delivering ultramagnetic blows

Magneto was now deceased, and a wise man said it best

"The sun rises in the east, but they can still set it the west"

Now with all these heroes down, Stan Lee refuses to surrender

He got Storm from the X-Men, as if I couldn't match the gender

Stan Lee shouts 'Excelsior!' Yo, Stan you best to chill

'There's no match for Storm,' I guess he's never heard of Lauryn Hill

Now we all kow Storm controls the temperature and weather

Started runnin' off at the lip, and L-Boog was like 'Whatever'

See she just got home fom tours, she's a bit to tired to spar

So she clocked Storm over the head with my man Wyclef's guitar

All silence is ceased, out of nowhere comes the Beast

Versus Jeru the Damaja, the Black Prophet from the east

Releasing rhymes that will pound you into the ground, there'll be no

round two

Another victory for hip-hop from the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

Now the underground sewer system that lies deep below the ring

Is where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Das EFX do their thing

Leonardo and Donatello, they both know we can do this

'So kiggedty crazy Drayze hit them both with raw sewage'

Now Rafeal and Michaelangelo, those two others who are brothers

Brooks smacked 'em with the Das EFX logo, the manhole cover

Whether you're plant or animal, vegitable or miggety-mineral

Before you step to Das EFX you best be hard like a criminal

Taking you back to ringside, just when you thought it was over

The last battle was brought forth by G.I.Joe and Cobra

Mercenaries and soldiers, G.I. Joe was rollin' thick

But I'll get the military of hip-hop, a.k.a. The Boot Camp Click

World War Three for '98 in the wake of all these troops

I could see general Buckshot goin toe to toe with Duke

Salute the captain, for rappin, cause now we know who's hard,

Catchin wreck like Steele and Tek going up against the Crimson Gaurd

Charging after you, smashin' you metaphorically smashin' through

The entire Joe team is O.G.C. and Ruck the Irrational

Then all of a sudden I hear this real loud crack!

'The military punisher Big Rock just broke Roadblock's back!'

Adding insult to injury to Stan Lee and his team

We've got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine

You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days

But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze!

Wolverine you can't hang, when Tical does his thang

Paralize you with the venom from the Method Man's fang!

This is the final battle as the stratosphere gets darker

We got Nasir Jones versus Peter Parker

Nasty Nas at halftime, headringer versus the webslinger

Illmatic versus radioactive in the rotten apple where the dead linger

He cursed the day that spider ever bit him

And gave him a copy of the second LP, It Was Written

For all up and coming emcees, I've got a question,

If I made a Secret Wars Part Two, would your name even be mentioned?

Would you make the final cut?

I make even the nicest give their titles up

Writing rhymes slash fighting crimes like the Blue Falcoln and Dynomutt

Stick around for the next battle slash adventure,

And if you see Stan Lee, tell him that the Last Emperor sent ya *echoes

uk at its best! classic ep.
always liked Braintax's verse

In my capsule, blast trough, green escape pod
Floating on through the velvet robes, a sun god
Radio has gone dead I navigate past the Plough
Feel ecstatic, like "Hey mum look at me now!"
Rough course traveling, infinite space palace
Hope I'm on the face with Aurora Borealis type light shows
Diamonds where I tread on space carpet
Volcanic aeronus, brewed 'em in the Antarctic
Show me a sign, a doc for the inter-planetary flea market
Buy a frozen apple, I'll preserve for the shower when your ship gets hit
Burning up, I remember Earth, chewing on the pips
[Pip Pip Pip Pip]
Your lasers can't touch my tracking
I'm startsinct, with universal underground backing
The moonhopping massive and the cloud-steppers
Plutionians, satenights, guided by satellites
My stellar encompasses energy and mindstate
Emit solar power, O2 and gyrate
Stay adrift, oceans down before ships
Sail my galleon, caravan time-line trips

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^ Task force are really sick! Really nice flow and lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkxPiQ7mxrE&feature=related

always love this one :-)

sorry I didnt type the verse.

Old school Run DMC;

We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins
Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat

for the PE homage:

I got a letter from the dmv
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They tried to tell me that my license was suspended
I got offended
For a minute then pretended
That I never even got the damn letter
Its nine oclock
On the dot
So I think Id better
Scoot off to school
cause in class theres a test
I gotta dress fast
Grab my glasses and my vest
Oh damn
As hardheaded as I am
Hopped in my hootie ride
Pumped up the jam
Put it in reverse
Into first
And disperse and
From that very moment on my day got worse

the pharcyde's first album was all sorts of awesome.....

true, 2nd was only all about drop and runnin'

Classic from Nas on Verbal Intercourse:

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Pharaohe's first verse on Bring It On

Mind chip
I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo
Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips
and then Ill spit Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out that itty bitty style you upchuck Betta believe I buttf**k MCs from the rear it appears youre stuck up Its my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start
I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow thats to the rhythm Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em a lobotomy, follow me Im shapin your brain.. like.. pottery
all over the track
Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe
Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions
You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at
which they are connecting
I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style
Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MCs who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild Fu-fu-fu-f**k dat, when Im in a renovative state of mind
Im innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone Im prone to be eliminating
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on

Bring it on motherf**ker bring it on (8X)

Also Buckshot's first verse on Enta Da Stage

Jump up
All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once
I'm bringin it back, back to the original crook
Flippin the hook like flippin a book
Niggas know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin
It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin
The original comin through with the boogaloo
What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back
And breakin the fact that your act is a shitty pack
You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock
So ease out, selector, play that shit
For all my niggas locked down, play that shit
For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit
And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
So polly I'ma give you every page
Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage

Not going to type this out but an epic tune. All lyrics are fantastic!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lrVO3pPDP4

"we're heading for venus, well maybe they've seen us"

/possibly the greatest rhyming couplet in recorded music history
//haters gonna...

^^ same page pea, come on you know the rules! ;p

catfood, gotta do better than that to claim greatness..
now this...

raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia,
raw like cocaine straight from bolivia

fuvk off. im pissed.

^^ same page pea, come on you know the rules! ;p

I might post it again in a bit.

fuvk off. im pissed.

Its from the same tune!

I might post it again in a bit.

:) i dont mind its a brilliant track

Danger Doom Sofa King

[SIZE=2]Got y'all but it's not all bare and skittles
Prepare the viddles, got riddles and spittles
Crystal clear to the jock or the tittle
TSSSS.. It's hot off the griddle
Came to take the cake wether it's a lot or a little
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A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you're playin', where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!"
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young