Favourite Hip Hop Verse

And it breaks my heart that we're not on the chart
'cause the record's nearly over when the vocals start
And I'm down and out, and I'm down on my luck
And I'm livin' on my own and I'm dying for a fr-riend
to say "You're great!" But I'm under the hammer
'cause all I seem to do is s-s-s-st-

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAIOzM7SsMo"]YouTube
- Stutter Rap - Morris Minor & Majors[/ame]

I'm ashamed to say i bought 'Morris minor and the majors' - Stutter rap on vinyl...:(
Not even 'Another boring B-side' on the flip should have made it worth buying.

It has to be Jehst in the Taskforce track Cosmic Gypsies. beautiful lyricism!

lion Of The Zodiac, Know Me As A Zoomorphic Messenger
who Orbits The Regular, Star North Of Nebula
stormcloud Dweller, Moonboots Stepping On The Inter-Stellar Path

• Let A Trail Of The Lexicon
  alphabet Soup, Dragon Space Suit Sentinel
  keep Off The Stargate, My Soul Stays Chemical
  old Space In Several Places, Zero Gravitational Fields
  
• The Stars Plough My Acres
  i'm Weightless Now, In Mother Nature's Imagination
  escape The Status Of Carbonite Preservation
  i Occupy Lunar Bases And Moon Craters
  the Shield Me From Meteor Storms And New Dangers
  cosmos, Conquistador Crusaders
  and Space Age Sabre-Tooth Tiger Sooth Sayers
  explore The Dunes, We Move With The Spice Minors
  precise Science, Black Holes And White Giants
  psychic Neckrunners And Android Headhunters
  cyber Punks Bungee Jumping Off The Third Rock
  mixing Smirnoff With Dandelion & Burdock
  moonjuice Sipping, Step-Children Of The Earth Gods
  
• My Home's A Heaven
  i Fell Back To Earth Where Electric Sheep Feed On The Astro Turf
  i Surf The Network, And My Skin Turns Silver
  metallic Anatomy, The Space Probe Builder
  rainbow Conceiver, I'm Bleeding Mercury
  caught In A Timewarp, And All I See Is Burgundy
  my Fingertips Glisten, Gripping Crystallised Flowers
  red And Green Sparkle, Marvel At The Powers
  asteroid Showers, Inter-Planetary Rainfall
  brainstorm Colourcharts, The Cosmic Paintball
  the Mega-Blast, Travel On The Battle Star Galactica
  jehst! The Invalid To Infiltrated Gattica
  
  

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=YfCaYbnh1Ec
3:30 onwards!

ɹıɐ-lǝq ɟo ǝɔuıɹd ǝɥʇ sɐ ǝuoɹɥʇ ʎɯ uo ʇıs oʇ
ǝɹǝɥʇ ʎllɐuıɟ sɐʍ ı ɯopƃuıʞ ʎɯ ʇɐ pǝʞool
,¡ɹǝʇɐl noʎ llǝɯs 'ǝɯoɥ 'oʎ, ʎqqɐɔ ǝɥʇ oʇ pǝllǝʎ ı puɐ
ʇɥƃıǝ ɹo uǝʌǝs ʇnoqɐ ǝsnoɥ ɐ oʇ dn pǝllnd ı

ɹıɐ-lǝq oʇ ǝɯoɥ oʎ 'ʇı ʇǝƃɹoɟ 'ɥɐu ʇɥƃnoɥʇ ı ʇnq
ǝɹɐɹ sɐʍ qɐɔ sıɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐs plnoɔ ı ƃuıɥʇʎuɐ ɟı
˙ɹoɹɹıɯ ǝɥʇ uı ǝɔıp ɐ pɐɥ puɐ ,ɥsǝɹɟ, pıɐs ǝʇɐld ǝɔuǝɔıl
ǝɥʇ ɹɐǝu ǝɯɐɔ ʇı uǝɥʍ puɐ qɐɔ ɐ ɹoɟ pǝlʇsıɥʍ ı

,˙ɹıɐ-lǝq uı ǝlɔun puɐ ǝʇunɐ ɹnoʎ ɥʇıʍ ƃuıʌoɯ ǝɹ,noʎ, pıɐs puɐ
pǝɹɐɔs ʇoƃ ɯoɯ ʎɯ puɐ ʇɥƃıɟ ǝlʇʇıl ǝuo uı ʇoƃ ı
pooɥɹnoqɥƃıǝu ʎɯ uı ǝlqnoɹʇ ƃuıʞɐɯ pǝʇɹɐʇs
pooƃ ou uı dn ǝɹǝʍ oɥʍ sʎnƃ ɟo ǝldnoɔ ɐ uǝɥʍ
looɥɔs ǝɥʇ ɟo ǝpısʇno llɐq-q ǝɯos ƃuıʇooɥs puɐ
looɔ llɐ ƃuıxɐlǝɹ 'ƃuıxɐɯ 'ʇno ƃuıllıɥɔ
˙sʎɐp ʎɯ ɟo ʇsoɯ ʇuǝds ı ǝɹǝɥʍ punoɹƃʎɐld ǝɥʇ uo
pǝsıɐɹ puɐ uɹoq ɐıɥdlǝpɐlıɥd ʇsǝʍ uı

ɹıɐ-lǝq pǝllɐɔ uʍoʇ ɐ ɟo ǝɔuıɹd ǝɥʇ ǝɯɐɔǝq ı ʍoɥ noʎ llǝʇ ll,ı
ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇɥƃıɹ ʇıs ʇsnɾ ǝʇnuıɯ ɐ ǝʞɐʇ oʇ ǝʞıl p,ı puɐ
˙uʍop ǝpısdn pǝuɹnʇ 'pǝddılɟ ʇoƃ ǝɟıl ʎɯ
ʍoɥ ʇnoqɐ llɐ ʎɹoʇs ǝɥʇ sı sıɥʇ ʍou

Blackstar - Twice inna lifetime

My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character assassination,
Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus
You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'

2Pac, FTW: Staring at the World through my Rearview.

Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can.

Starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be

Like a 3.40 bag of fresh hip-hop
from your local fish and chip shop
AH Scallops! With Dollops of flavour on top,
When we do what we do we give heads the bops

Actually, this verse is better. Same song.

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks, cos fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chasin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview

Mayonnaise is twenty pence more.

All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Shades of Orange - No Body

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=CGOWqp10hR4

Funny shit sorethroat!!

It has to be Biggy no? The King of lyrics! Here's my favourite!!

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus with the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth corridor -- -- call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin if my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour, the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I bust my gun an'
hold on, I hear somebody comin...

Touch my cheddar, feel my beredda

Yes, Biggy is the best.

Cool Kids - Black Mags

Had to be done, haha!

I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat/ bill black starter cap with the hologram tags/
White Mag rims, red rubber tires/
Chain, frame, pegs, grips, shift to my supplier/
Dope man attire, gimme bout an hour/
And I'll have it clicking, ticking, gliding, flying like McGuyver/
I'm a Murder Club, dope pedal rider/
Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep/
I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips/
If I catwalk this, I walk, I can fly this/
Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side/
that's the flag that I'm flying/
Add to the fact that it all coincides with these wheels that I'm riding/
3pt Mags make you think that I'm gliding/
... Shiiiit nigga I aint lying/
I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in/

Chorus

Verse (Mikey):

I hit chuck on the pager yo, I'm kinda bored/
And got class til later so, open garage/
And I don't really know which way to go, I aint tryna skate it though/
And my bikes illegal, so they send for the law/
But I don't care joe, I just keep on pedalin/
Ride past shorty light skinned with no melanin/
Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in/
Had to stop, so I could preach like revered/
I grip on the handbrake and say "Whatup?"/
I skip on the handshakes, I'm straight. What else? /
I got two pegs on the back, and you got two legs under your skirt/
So ho, we head/
To the Dope Pedal Headquarters/
You would be there if you could/
Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags, but it's all good/
Got the gold hundred spokes like Boys in the Hood/
With the lime green frame, dollars on the bike/
Seat, handlebar grips, is the same as my Nikes/
In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes/
And the frame, the same as I use for my chain/ Out!

hey hey hey, don't forget about Dre.

gimmie the loot- biggie . first verse but there all just as good.

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes Love, love your fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cause Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
(sample "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=lRbX4v9DaGE

I'm hungry for cheese like Hungry, Hungry Hippo

The 'awe/or' section in 'Bad News' by Latyrx is my phonological favourite:

People **talk shit
their minds reinforce** it
spittin' out words and thoughts that are amorphous
pushin' sloppy sound out of their vocal orifice
like it ain't bein' recorded
sometimes a word's scorch is worse than torches
whats more
is the talk aint uniform or rehearsed
it's the richest, the poorest,
from CEO boardrooms to porches to alley ways and gutters
from coast to coast, east to west, south to north
it's people talking of course!

i still say John Barnes takes it. he didn't need to swear or moan about bitches, just good clean footie fun.

by mc Mcwagwan.

have a big house
have a big car
rude boy kneckling
seriously raw.

my favourite

The 'awe/or' section in 'Bad News' by Latyrx is my phonological favourite:

BMMF - have you heard the Mongrel remix of Lowkey's Alphabet Assassin ? Sounds like it would be up your street. Can't post direct link but is on myspace page here:

http://www.myspace.com/wearemongrel

Owes a lot to Blackalicious's Alphabet Aerobics but is slammin'.

p.s. +1 for John Barnes.

Alphabet Aerobics - Blackalicious

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
While 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!....

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KL0f0NaLpd0

ha, just seen goodheads post - exactly what I was thinking!

ha, just seen goodheads post - exactly what I was thinking!

Freaky