Favourite Hip Hop Verse

dangerdoom - crosshairs

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop, but don't get any on you
It's all a big scam, to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic he's like the triggerman, fig jam
Doom, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study, crews got no clues
Like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics
It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to plot sick vicks with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin hands
The other one on his swollen glands, a golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you true? Matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Black jew like that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two
Super, he's loaded dice nice
And overpriced, a arm and a leg; homey life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight - somebody's robbin Lou Dobbs and them tonight
And he's on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Got some peers, that's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs

this is one of mine...

Jehst's verse.. (1:15) Water torture.

Jehst:
Yo I decapitate wack and fake rappers at a rapid rate
Either take cover, or run like the clappers mate
Because I'm done with the chat I make it happen
Break beats and batter tracks, chiefs I eradicate
I can see straight through their front like acetate
Heat up the beats so their weak flows evaporate
Burn the earth til' it reverts to it's natural state
Battle great pretenders bend their twisted shit back to shape
Shape shifting man I'll make, plans to assassinate
Piss-take rappers hate the fact that I captivate...
.. Crowds, cos I'm holding it down like gaffa tape
Try and start shit and my sharp wit will lacerate...
.. Half wits, my gamma ray targets you pop stars
I'll carpet bomb your boot camp, and bombard...
.. Troops tactical, run tracks like stock cars
Burn my name into your back with these hot bars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xi25Cno5HaQ

Just started making a hip hop playlist on Spotify... Thought I'd share it with you lot.

http://open.spotify.com/user/maxcrowe/playlist/5cibuHvjPVusaGScyJ8cw3

Lots of old favorites in there. Still much to add. Real as fuck lyrics from the likes of Slug, Aesop, D.O.C to name a few...

Feel free to subscribe.

There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids so I'm ready now.
What you ready for?
I'm ready for life in this city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me

Aes Rock - Battery

dan le sac vs scroobius pip - sick tonight

They say Jesus died for somebody’s sins but God knows he didn’t die for mine
Coz I’ll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time

Is it my charm ? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
I'm hitting skins again, rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

Everytime ; ]

Can't believe no one's mentioned Cappadonna's verse on Winter Warz yet. As a 15 year old it blew my mind. Still gets me amped 'till this day. Not since G Rap on the Symphony had one MC rapped for so long with such intense ferocity. Sure it was a bunch of abstract nonsensical non-sequitors but somehow it worked. This was way before MCs like Canibus had been spitting 100 bars on the regular. THIS WAS AND STILL IS PHENOMENAL!

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

Just found this great thread
This is one that cracks me up time and again

Now women these days don't want a man without a nice pay check
So we splurge even though our lives ain't in right place yet
Buying jewellery and some cars just to impress these whores
Meanwhile your child's poor like "daddy why you left me for?"
Yeah but it all comes back that's why I named my daughter Karma (yup)
Who teaching me the lesson of life and making me smarter
I sweep her off her feet cuz I'm her knight in shining armour
And I have your fucking head if anybody tries to harm her
Got to teach her about the game that most of us niggaz are spitin?
About these scandalous ass women that get money thru gifts
They suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash
Or ride a brother good to put a foot up on the gas
So that brand new ride pick up our friends
While you're slippin` she slides
Drop top Benz gold diggers inside
Crazy what the world will do for money
Thinking that everything will be alright
Cuz...
worth a listen:-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAd8p-OuQmc

Is it my charm ? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
I'm hitting skins again, rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

Everytime ; ]

Good choice, heard this for the first time in years when I was out the other night..

Emcees Approach me hungry I proceed to feed em anal snacks,
walking around town with a sign that says my brain is back,
my brain is packed with frames of accurate details.
I'd rather hug a tree than fuck around with an email,
I don't need a computer monitor
I'd rather walk a few kilometres
and conjure a plan to confuse astronomers
Losing the logical, bruising the gospel,fooling philosophers
cooler than icicles, using a bicycle for daily transport
dictionary all up in the jansport, rhymes I write fly in the night sky using a handtorch
walk up in the cypher with a knife spoon and fork, read depictions? receive evictions from the landlord, I stand for hip hop's progress, yes is the answer, the question is a dancer, the mind is linoleum the stuctures choreography even my aural compositions win awards for cinematography, steven spielberg clapped, I even peel herbs caps with water guns, they haven't found the planet that the author's from, dwarfing them with ???????? and vexing them with requiems, ace em in gymnasiums, stadiums and palladiums.

My memory isn't as bad as I thought.

bush babees - we run things:

Back in the days before I signed a line
When the Babyface never got paid to rhyme
When Kane released Raw and everything was fine
Before the rap industry messed with my mind
I used to run to the jam snot nosed and all
Never tried to be hard, never tried to play the wall
MCs grab the mike tap the head and begin
Flowed for four minutes then passed to the end
But nowadays 'cause rap pays
You got a million rappers and a thousand DJs
All wanna talk about how much they flip
Runnin off at the mouth so much ya tongue was kicks
But that's aight, I represent the real hip hop
Because rappers just rap but MCs get props
And we run styles no styles no run we
Bush Babees run things represent who ya be

Some voices got treble, some voices got bass,
We got the kind of voices that are in your face...

#classic

Probable repost. couldn't be arsed trawling the whole thread.......

Blackalicious - Alphabet Aerobics

Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

Sauce Money's Verse from Reservoir Dogs

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove?
Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf,
you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp,
like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

the whole verse is evil, but I do love this section so much though, I bought Sauce Money's album because of it.

I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April
nigga,
just to take May off

tl;dr

you trolling jojo? if so go back to guitar enthusiasts thread or garage/punk/rockabilly type music threads...

mwah, who loves ya baby..

"Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs, So fuck what ya heard..."

I was rockin' up to hip-hop shows when yo' momma was still wipin' yo ass, son... ;P
#notalyric #trufax

Sauce Money's Verse from Reservoir Dogs

Have you seen how that dude looks these days. He needs to get on a bike quickfast.

Will you be back for EPMD in February?

"Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs, So fuck what ya heard..."

"Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it. So it don't mean jack to me" I love random Sadat X non-sequitors.

Shini are epmd playing London in feb? will probably be in there like swimwear, depending on the price of tickets. And will now forward the word to my old skool hip hop loving friends via the power of bookface...

squooze me trooper will you be needing any packets today ?
Nah man dont be pulling on my jacket ok,
cool just trying to get your attention so you can take a look at this invention.

Its these seeds , i ve got some more in my pocket,
woh what are they condoms ? nah man sex packets.

digital underground- sex packets

I walk face first through sex, guns and church with a pack of wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works.

I was rockin' up to hip-hop shows when yo' momma was still wipin' yo ass, son... ;P
#notalyric #trufax

Jojo probably very true, but like they say black don't crack and whilst you may have been old manning it in your twenties I was rocking the youthful teen look. I'm figuring there was a certain amount of overlap.
But until you be posting up the killer sixteen bars then you just mussing my hair..

Where's the Cannibal Ox verses at?