Favourite Hip Hop Verse

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