Favourite Hip Hop Verse

"E-M-C-E-E"
Know why, cuz I'm a
Master of Ceremony
Making a Comeback and
Moving the Crowd with Mad Charisma
Most of y'all Cornballs
Mingle at Concerts
Making a Claim but you know who is the ["MC"]
More Concentration on My Cadence Might Cloud your mind
Controlling your Movement Capaciously
My Capacity to Massacre Crumbs
And Motive Change Most Certainly Makes you Consider me
Champion, Microphone is Consistently
Modelling Candor of Magnificence
See My Conduct is Mute to Cajolery
I Maintain with Clamency and Manificence
Cunning and Marvelous
Crafty yet Malevolent
To all Cultivators of Mindless Crap
I Really Recognize the Rude Ramblings of those Random Riff Raffs
Cuz they just Rap and I
"E-M-C-E-E"

head for the door, head for the war
i dont wanna see nuttin but heads on the floor
red in my eyes, im like mike when hes mad ill bite in the fight
got the nine in the manbag, you aint badder than the man i am
i make niggas move house sameday like their livin in a caravan

wac

they were rude to me, they tried diss me
them boys listen to too much fifty
they really think they can come fuck with me
and im like fine, lets get it on
come to your ends on a sunday morn
black gloves, black hat, nike hoodie on
when the glove touches the nine then your gone,
me and my boys kick down the door to your gaff
put a couple shots in your cross breed staff,
tryna hype like his throat cant open,
shove a shank in your in throat, and make the back of your neck start to open

Skrapsta.

Gosh, I hate having teenagers playing their "music" though those puny Blackberry speakers in my own house :-)

Mine's:

You can't stop lookin at me, starin at me
You can't stop lookin at me so get off my face

You can't stop clickin about me, writin about me,
Tweetin about me, my swagger's in check!

Get in the floor......

My goodnesss, just found this thread. So many but ones which always stick in my mind after how many years are:

Wu Tang : Chess Boxin'
Raw I'm gonna give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Method Man & Biggie : The What
Hey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger [best line ever]
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)

Lost Boys : Renne
Literally whole tune. Proper story right there.

Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter
Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter
We lean all day and some say that ain't productive
That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with
Cause right now, I see clearer than most
I sit here contending with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming
It's him scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nil
Until he gained the skill of tongues
From fifteen years young straight to my greyback self
I stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fish
Breakaway slave, bliss
Generate gees and then we stash 'em in the Swiss
Fools can't see this, audio pistols
A fistful of hip hop banzai, progressing in the flesh
Esoteric quotes, most frightening
Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing
Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand
I summon up the power of banana clan!

I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger [best line ever]

Hmmm... I still think "Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is, i get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis" takes it....

And when I run out of Rizla for the reefer
I pop to the corner shop and tell the shop keeper
Pass me the Rizla

I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like
I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame
I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what I'm living
Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close
It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each year I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death

I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface

immortal technique.

I bring the heat, leave the polar ice frightened/
rhymes so deadly government said I need a licence/
I fight a tiger and eat a bison/
my dicks so hot, that's why mums go to iceland/

-scorsayzee

^that last line caught me unawares and made me do an actual officelol. whoops.

There's not a problem that I can't fix
'Cause I can do it in the mix
And if your man gives you trouble, just move out on a double
And you don't let it trouble your brain
'Cause away goes trouble down the drain
Said away goes trouble down the drain

Hadn't seen this thread before, it's awesome. Great so see so much love for Wu-Tang (particularly enjoyed remembering Above the Clouds).

HatBeard, what song is that Scorzayzee one from?

My two are from C.R.E.A.M. and A Better Tomorrow, both Inspektah Deck (Wu-Tang):

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacing -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

and

Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble
Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble
Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
their life and times, deadly like the virus design
but too, minute to dilute, the scientist mind

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

Wu Tang Clan "C.R.E.A.M." - YouTube

Wu-Tang Clan-A Better Tomorrow. - YouTube

shame this thread never took off.

here's a favourite from when I could be bothered to listen to horrorcore:

DZK - Torcher I

I'm disenchanted with music industry management so I'm plannin
to ram a van fulla flammable cans through every damn window I can
and park in the lobby of every labels office and demand coffee
from every A&R, I cross, cuz that's what their fuckin job should be

and if they don't comply with it, I'm flippin my lit cigarette skyward
and we can all fry in a pile, cuz I'm flying higher than Richard Pryor
and I'm dying to see if your cheap attire can defy the heat from my lighter
when I try to light a piece of it on fire, you ready die, sir?

whoever's in charge of these super-stars, gets a boot to the dome
for signing rhymers who couldn't find a useful line on the road
it's time for new talent to rise and re-define how to flow
and challenge those in power, so now it's time go for the throat

and then it's game over for the same jokers, in the range rovers
focus, your reigns over, dope chains is taken and broken,
ya bones poking, ya brains smokin, it's so hopeless, I'm waiting to open
your show, so I go can loco and spray ya clothes with a flame thrower,

Surely it has got to be Masta Killa's flow in Mystery of Chessboxin:

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER

This is what got him into the group and kept Killah Priest out. Apparently they were both offered the chance to write a verse for the album and Priest got wrecked on weed while Masta Killa was coming up with this.

after the banning of pisti, and the convoluted intertwined debates, discussions of how derogatory words can be reclaimed or not, it reminded me of this and how much I love the Tribe and Q-Tip especially..

Sucka Nigga

I be hatin sucka mcs, and the sucka niggas
Posing like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure,
rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me,
inhale inhalation noise
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially Im not a name,
black and white got game
If you came to the jam, well Im glad you came
See, nigga first was used back in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white mans mouth
It means that we will never grow,
you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think its crummy
But I dont,
neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
And being that we use it as a term of endearment
Niggas start to bug to the dome is where the fear went
Now the little shorties say it all of the time
And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme
Yo I start to flinch, as I try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray the

Sucka nigga,
nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas,
nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas,
nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Its the neo-nigga of the nineties, cmon

^ Sooooo much love for that tune

Love a bit of Pharoahe Monch's Mayor.

And so it was that I had shot him, several times in the head
Mount Sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead
The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city
Meanwhile I'm shacked across the street, in some
Shitty-ass hotel, waitin til things get a little quiet
Dunn I could try to bounce, but now why should I even try it?
The riot that ensued, I viewed bird's-eye
Fifteen floors up behind the curtains in the nude
Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him
Boast to him, roast, when I put the toast to him
Dangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committed
Through painless means, more famous lives have been acquitted
To hell he went, bent, sent, government issues
With my initial in print, ah, we'll never miss you
In the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eat
Complete the cypher, or, make ends meet
Twenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended him
From the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum
Periphreal vision now, doorknob shiftin
Optical illusion or the coke that I'm sniffin
Think, primal instinct, maybe it's me
Hit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneously
Seems as though this is manifested through some amazin dream
Dazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beams
For days it seems we blast at, one another
Bullets hit the chest of this, black undercover
My last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the Mayor!

Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my back
Dazed wagglin my leg, imagin I'm not afraid
Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin
Cop guns, cocked back, SWAT teams, astoundin
From rooftops, troops Glock to smack my melon
Felon, Seargant yellin for me to come out like Ellen
Propellin walked through the lobby and the front door
Packin hand grenades and strapped with C-4
The more swine, the merrier, Harrier jets overhead
Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead
A dead man walking, destination devil's lair
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the mayor.

http://vimeo.com/62620284

that is a lovely piece of work

DOOM from Strange Ways by Madvillain.

"They pray four times a day, they pray five
Who ways is strange when it's time to survive?
Some will go of they own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference? All you get is lost children
While the bosses sit up behind the desks
It cost billions to blast humans in half, into calves and arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
It's like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him, and telling him to get to stepping
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion"

And Jay-Z's first verse from PSA.

"Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire
I be the music biz number one supplier
Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain, that's right
Hov', OH - not D.O.C
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'mma do, take you back to the dude
With the Lexus, fast-forward to jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
Shoot at you actors like movie directors
This ain't a movie, dog"

Racist
Reported

after the banning of pisti, and the convoluted intertwined debates, discussions of how derogatory words can be reclaimed or not, it reminded me of this and how much I love the Tribe and Q-Tip especially..

Sucka Nigga

I be hatin sucka mcs, and the sucka niggas
Posing like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure,
rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me,
inhale inhalation noise
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially Im not a name,
black and white got game
If you came to the jam, well Im glad you came
See, nigga first was used back in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white mans mouth
It means that we will never grow,
you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think its crummy
But I dont,
neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
And being that we use it as a term of endearment
Niggas start to bug to the dome is where the fear went
Now the little shorties say it all of the time
And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme
Yo I start to flinch, as I try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray the

Sucka nigga,
nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas,
nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas,
nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Its the neo-nigga of the nineties, cmon

Racist
Reported

joke? or just stupid?

joke? or just stupid?

You're not from round here are you??

Anyway:

http://www.highsnobiety.com/2013/03/28/the-sweet-16-the-best-16-verses-from-16-of-the-greatest-lyricists-in-hip-hop/

"Rap Quotes" Street Art Project by Jay Shells on Vimeo

superb. nice share.