Favourite Hip Hop Verse

Slow day at the office... ;]

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...

Erick Sermon (lyrical genius).. assuming he is still part of
Erick and Parrish Making Dollars,
i would love to hear them live again..

wu tang - bells of war

There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical
Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men
But not these, we profound hardcore sound
To MC's thumbs down,
Prepare Killa bees it be warfare,
This the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square
If we go there we go gritty
And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs
The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood,
Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
P.L.O. from here to Lebanon,
How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical

My mother said you sucked my pussy when you came out don't ever talk back
I handed you life and I can snatch it back
You just a latchkey kid with a snotty nose
High school drop out space all around me white out
And I ain't delaing with no minimum wage
I'd rather construct rhymes on a minumum page
Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out
And you actin like pullin the chrome out
Hated the sound of grandma's crying the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground when the sky thunders
Made you wonder about early
Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Flows be bangin in the paint
Throwin elbows
My first fight was me against five boroughs
I lost my first wish
But remembered every detail of my first kiss
That's that bronx tale bliss
The holiest of holies
Hip hop, it was '88
Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin Little Hung quarter waters
Dodging stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
While you playing, death is what happens
I found a passion in aerosol cans and hands clapping
Backspins, microphones and cats rappin
Linoleum and up rockers, the show stoppers
Who rip lee patches off of imposters
You ain't the real macoy, you a wind up toy
And it's gonna cost ya
That's my B-Boy Alpha

Erick Sermon (lyrical genius).. assuming he is still part of
Erick and Parrish Making Dollars,
i would love to hear them live again..

i have just got 2 tickets
19 february 2011 playing at the HMV Forum - Kentish Town..
old skool hip hop on my doorstep.. cool

Erick Sermon (lyrical genius).. assuming he is still part of
Erick and Parrish Making Dollars,
i would love to hear them live again..

See you there. Been dying to see them for 17 years!

He ugly but still get hollers like ron Jeremy.

MF Doom

Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic

I rocognise that
Where is it's from?

YouTube - Geto Boys - Mind Of A Lunatic

Quick to the point and the point no fakin
Cooking mcs like a pound of bacon

Thread ends

Epic, I can get 4 rashers in the pan and maybe another 8 under the grill if I overlap slightly and place top to tail. But a whole pound.. Da man! Cold stone crazy cat

not a verse strictly but I love this off immortal technique's first album Revolutionary vol 1...

Immortal Technique - Beef and Broccoli

Look, let me make something abundantly clear for people
that are so bereft of activities
they feel like they gotta comment on every one of mine
First of all, being a vegetarian should never be associated
with being a revolutionary or being open minded, that's a dietary choice
If someone wants to proliferate the type of ignorance
we're supposed to be fighting by thinking that, you're just fucking yourself
I don't go around promoting beef and poultry shoving it in peoples faces
I don't castigate people for not eating steak sandwiches
And I would never diss someone for being a fucking broccoli head
or living off radishes or eating grass with tofu
I like a lot of vegan cuisine but the illogicality
of expecting everyone to adopt your particular idea
of what being healthy is, is just preposterous
I've seen some of you herbivores, and if you wanna argue health
y'all need to eat some kind of supplement
because some of y'all are so skinny that it's disgusting
Lookin like the only hip hop motherfuckas on Schindler's list
Being a malnutrition ass got nothing to do
with being revolutionary or being on point
I'll be damned if I let somebody else push their agenda on me
You know, I don't eat pork, not cause I'm a Muslim
I just don't really like it, but I really will fuck a bird up
And fish is good when that shit is fresh
It's like my nigga Vast Aire from Can' Ox said
If you don't like the smell of burning meat, then get the fuck off the planet
You know, I don't criticize people for eating moss
And don't open your fuckin mouth about my food man
I like beef and broccoli motherfucka, mind your God damn business
Matter of fact, you know what? I'm out
I feel like a some aronco pollo, a banana daiquiri
and a motherfuckin bistelpanado

I'm rapping, I'm rapping,
I'm rap rap rapping.

It's the P-l-a-y, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend of the Tramp begins

or

I've been appointed straight from the power of grey skull
Believe the master of the universe gets great skull
I'm so ferocious chopping heads of with my battle axe
Got many faces give em whiplash when I battle cats

Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while
Jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off
Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screaming, bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm
Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
It so happens that I'm so haphazardous
I'll puke a piece then put it on a hook and fucking cast the shit
I'm asking that you faggot rap actors take action
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go
In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And butts to fuck and ups to chuck and sluts to fucking uppercut
It's O.F. buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is having guts for lunch
As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard, fucking nosey neighbors notice somethings up
"What you doing?" Nothing much, squish out some other stuff
Gotta fucking bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us

I've been appointed straight from the power of grey skull
Believe the master of the universe gets great skull
I'm so ferocious chopping heads of with my battle axe
Got many faces give em whiplash when I battle cats

Is that Taskforce...?

Nah it's Luda it was on a DefJam mixtape no idea what it was called but I'd hazard a guess at He-Man.

Edit: yep found it and it was DefJam not Green Lantern

Feds tried to tortue him for the secret recipe
He said: It's no use, I only know half
No speake de english. I only do the math
Danger Doom - Sofa King

"But for now I'm back to basics, spilling out raps
Freestyling in the snow while I'm laying squirrel traps" Braintax - Escuchame

Jehst & Task Force feat. Braintax - Cosmic Gypsies

Balls.
That's got ChesterP in my head with a line about Greyskull and I can't place it.

That's going to annoy me.
Greatly.

It might be the Fleapit record.

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes
Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all

The rap in friday...

I'm quick to murder verses, recite like voodoo curses
my english is the worsest, I make mistakes on purpose

S.Kalibre - English

There are a few Scorz bars too.

Big L - The Big picture

"...You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L
What's this motherfuckin rap game without L?
Yo, that's like jewels without ice
That's like china without rice
or the Holy Bible without Christ
or the Bulls without Mike
or crackheads without pipes
The Village without dykes
or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker"

mos def - champion requiem

I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around
Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about
You got work to do,
I don't know if that work for you
But thats how Mos work it through
And my work is personal,
I'm a workin person
I put in work, I work with purpose
I get it there, on the water, air, the surface
You feel the impact? Niggaz yeah it's workin
Listen God did not make me a fearful person
The only fear I have,
Is my failure to adhear his path
I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto streets where y'all at
On the ave's where the Jeep's go past
In the coupes where the seats go back
In the parties where it be so packed
And the atmosphere be so black
And them black things be so phat
If I could I would be so glad
But if not I won't be so mad
I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam'
And even if you don't see it my fam
I believe that I am,
truly gifted, truly blessed
I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def

love that verse, especially love..

I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto streets where y'all at
On the ave's where the Jeep's go past
In the coupes where the seats go back
In the parties where it be so packed
And the atmosphere be so black
And them black things be so phat
If I could I would be so glad

and that line just reminds me of house parties a way back in the day..

Lowkey - Playing with fire

I wanna get paid. and this is a serious business
but these days hip hop clearly is twisted
my theory is this, rap is too materialistic
too many spitters are in this merely for riches
they're lying to kids who get inspired to spit
by rappers rhyming bout the ice on their wrist
spend a whole verse describing their whip
while mtv shows you around the inside of their crib
they got nuttin' better to rap about but their bank accounts
say they're gangstas but can't walk around their own manor now
or cant walk street without an entourage of bodyguards
claim to be killers in their bars and kids copy fast
so you've got rappers who aren't murdering people
making tracks about murdering people
inspiring young youths to start murdering people
listen to their verses the words are just evil

Don't ever get it twisted, I like money
But from a distance the shit is quite funny
Think twice before you make the decision
To spit it, little kids mimic
Everything their hear in your lyrics
It shocks me (what does?)
Some rappers ignorance, I don't care what you say
Music does have a influence
high-grade these days got more highs in it than cannabis
But no one I know gives it a scientific analysis
You're probably smoking it now, Joking about, the next man
Because you know there's a drought
Every year there is a couple man murked at carnival
And in the Source blud there's more adverts than articles
Sitting depressed I analyze bits of the press
So many rappers try and glamorise prison and death
Even though I don't agree, still I wish them the best
But why can't we promote living instead

Sometimes I feel to take these Nike crepps off
Cos they were made by a slave in a Chinese sweatshop
say that to man in JD, what can they say to me?
All of us are supporting modern day slavery!
The tick tricked us into thinking we can't live without it
We're not the only ones blud, think about it
I'm not better, cuz I am rapping it on the beat
but In a way I'm worse, cos I ain't practicing what I preach
and like all other people I'm hooked
It's like living in a library but never reading a book
They don't want you using your mind
cuz then you might search for an answer you couldn't find
they lead us down all the wrong path ways and alleys
money can get you anything, but money can't make you happy
Rappers should be telling the truth of all people
but they've forgotten money's the root of all evil

"i've seen 1078 sundays and 7 borders where the liquid meets land. i've even seen stars... now where the fuck is anti-emptiness. im leaking into stoned and severed existence. ive been consumed by my own breath"

"ive taught myself to survive a four story fall wearing a space suit and a dead englishmans socks. its a text book procedure kid, right out of the pages of the hollowed out bookwhere i once hid my paint speckled glasses... dont lose your shoes over such a simple step as hitting ground- just remember to roll..."

"It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I.
Had a back yard tho' shit moved slow
Caught a cat on the humble wassup wassup kid?
Ya'll be memorizin' flicks of the wild things we did
We was brick-ball niggas, six small niggas
And they knew it, and wasn't no-body runnin' through us
Steppin' in the backyard parties was a blast
Fucking up our sneakers on the wet grass
Remember getting stabbed in ya ass?
Your Moms sat us all down
Said we was niggas and clowns but it was just love
And plus love showed me that she was a diamond
Findin' out God, took a hit me dead on my heart
And made the eye water start
But you was strong, can ya hear me Huggy?
Keep your mind crystal clear when your thought gets muggy
We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant's basement
Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough
Now my time moves slow, ain't it all full circle?
A dove cry makes the whole scene turn purple
Remember that night you had to hide in the freezer?
For real, see them kids were real, we still ?slear?
But now we grown niggas, and we handling kids
We been since day one, and the days ain't over
Gotta share a back seat, push with the chauffer
My Pops said he's waiting for your ass in the zone
So we can fly to the land, and welcome you home
Rob-O see we good to go, you know the rest...
Don't stress, love-love baby. Ah'ight?

If you got time to give, I got time to think
See, it could all change in one eye blink
While you in the trouble water I hope ya don't sink
Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink"