Favourite Hip Hop Verse

oops forgot this one:

When the rainy days are dying,
Gotta keep on, keep on trying
All the bees and birds are flying
Ahhhh ahhhhh ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh... Never let go, gotta hold on and
Nonstop 'til the break of dawn and
Keep on moving, don't stop rocking
Ahhhh ahhhhh ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhh... "

quality.

bit more than a verse, but I just love it.......

Keep em philosophical,
My rap styles collasol to your brain,
Like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril,
Nowadays like Aristotle,
I send my message through da mic not in a bottle,
A gifted mic disciple like an apostle,
Hip hops my life an hustle,
Lyric skils be the muscle,
They be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils,

I meditate on bible scriptures,
Not porno pictures,
I smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus,
Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army,
I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley,

Wisdoms what I give them,
Flippin knowledge on the rhythm,
If your talkin like a devil I'm performin exorcism,
Ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace,
Get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice,
Cos I'm a dark stranger,
Not from a dirty sick chamber,
Cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger,
Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow,
My backup be my sword I use it swift like zorro,
Guided by a force similar to obi one kenobe,
Walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me,
If ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni,
An I'm confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me,
I walk in the shadows, I make you paro,
My mind be narrow, I carry guns an laser bow an arrows.

rakim

First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instruction, put it together
It simple ain't it but quite clever
Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years
But weak ideas irritate my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
Cuz if not and you got more, I'll wait

Skimmed this thread, and if this is a repost then much sorriness, but this has to be the best rap verse of the best rap song ever:

Get from in front of me,
The crowd runs at me,
My DJ is warm he's dope I call him Norm ya know -
He can cut a record from side to side,
So what the ride the glide, can be much safer than a suicide.
Soul, control, beat is the father of your rock n; roll,
Music for watchin' for witchin' you call a baad man,
Makin' a music abuse it -
BUTCHA CAN'T DO IT YA KNOW -
THEY CALL US DIMMOS - BUT WE RIDE LIMOS TOO.
Whatcha gonna do, rap is not afraid of you,
Music for Yoko Ono!
Music for Sonny Bono!
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band,
Stand you on your feet, get you out your seat.
B is for Eric B and LL as well, hell,
Wax is for ANTHRAX, still they can rock bells,
Ever forever, universal it will sell,
Time for me to exit, Terminator X it!
Turn it up!

Bring tha noize!*

*(Typed from memory from 1991 recollections - some lyrics will be made up)

We be's the baddest clique up on the scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, I be taking you, so
Please excuse, if I come across rude
That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be
Stay kicking game with a capital G

Cos basically, as an aging, West Country deluded wannabe fly girl, I can TOTALLY relate to Queen Penn, blates.

She's basically spitting lyrics about my life. Fact.

Best track I heard so far this year I reckon...

Eternia- One Love remix
http://www.2dopeboyz.com/2011/05/17/eternia-one-love-rmx/

Some things you know before you see it,
some dudes react and turn wicked on you.
Pack a pistol,
master of manipulation,
twist mentals.
Easy w/ the metal 'cause my father had a sawed off.
The second in the glove box,
the rest in the arsenal - Locked up.
Until he got locked up.
And that would be about the same time I returned home and got Knocked Up.
Didn't keep it - that would be an MTV Special story later -
who'da thought, at the time, what I'd get into?!
Spawn of a criminal,
the boys wanna talk.
Walk late, holdin' hands in the park, then rip my skirt off.
I scream, kick and punch - now he's tremblin' and sowin' it up.
Yup.
the red thread reminded me of blood.
Every dude I met looked like the one.
Lessons will come eventually,
for now I'm sexually seeking some self love.
Funny how the rest'll unfold:
my life on these pages,
the phases of mind states that I'd relate all over stages.
I'm caged and debated
taking my life.
My mother saved me first time,
2 times - it was a boy that I like.
(right)
I got it lucky - crack in the crib to crackin' books in college.
My old town? They strangled this dude w/ a condom -
and disposed of him right out the balcony like he was garbage...
I'll never forget.
Grateful for the friends that I met.
You don't believe me when I speak than ask 'em what I confess.
I don't swear on noone's head 'cause its the truth that I said.
Alright - ok then - where was I then?
Wanted to prove em all wrong,
determination: in college I got the honors.
Desired by the opposite sex,
for every dude I connect with I could list at least a thousand I dissed.
Appetite for depth -
something I'm missin',
I left
Monday Morning,
Illmatic - still classic - playin' in my walkman.
I got a soft spot for the bricks and lofts -
cityscapes lost in.
Found my way to GOD at the bottom.
Grace & Mercy!
I'm turnin' 30 now...
surely I have come from one place, but there's another road I'm headed down.
Met him at the mall in the fall
(psych!)
nah - I didn't.
But I know I'll meet him when God's completely finished.
Lovin' in Me.
Coulda been food for a tree,
or a baby moms,
a crack fiend,
instead I am free!
Able to be not just a story,
humble testimony from me
Now feel the glory that's comin' from up above...
One Love.

"I'm switching off the microphone,

then I'm heading the fuck on home."

Good advice...

El-P

I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than Hoffa
El the maladjusted MC, Funcrusher
Massive, a sign for my condition automatic
Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position
Listen, abort mission without further discussion
Dual personality, half me ?
Doc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku
So Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat cause I don't like you
I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint
Karaoke MC's need not receive G's that's the whole point
Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores
on vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets
You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status
Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness
With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority
When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority.

Love the end of that track where you can just about hear them all shouting
Who the fuck is Francis?
Who the fuck is F?

Another Mos Def entry;

Check a blank to the boogie
And up chuck a boogie
To the rhythym of the boogie to be [x2]
There it go like simple the plainness
The prominent bassness
Zulu arrangement rockin' amazement
Fly gold, radiating from heaven to pavement
If only years of placement with nothing to play with
Spent time hating but that ain't changing it
God give it to me no body ain't savin' it
Therefore, moving on the base in stammerment?
Standing in the twilight and watching them get it in
Walls, simmering, the air, simmering
She movin' like more than the airs is glistenin'
Woah now
Testin' your ate in the delirium
Sounding fate booming all over your eminence
Skin on skin again
Put it all, get it all,get in then
Ladies and gentlemen, misters and mistresses
.... or entrants and simil men
There it is, boogieman

I have one;

I'm a Barbecue girl, in a Barbecue world
Life in plaistow, it's fantastic!
You can brushed my hair, address me everywhere
Immigration life is your creatine

ta ra you hippy hoppy type.

use a spell check ed, please.

Love the end of that track where you can just about hear them all shouting
Who the fuck is Francis?
Who the fuck is F?
that one is a classic

I have one;

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination life is your creation

ta ra you hippy hoppy type.
ed... you're funnier when you're not trying

ed, you be everywhere else, why come to a thread in which you have up until this point shown no interest in, and then actually spend time writing down that weak aqua barbie girl nonsense. Go play with bikes, not with rhymes ed....

And just because I saw them last tuesday and they performed like nothing I've ever seen.

stakes is high

DOVE:
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes.
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

POS:
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

held down...

De la and Ceelo...

And when I'm watching the news,
and my daughter walks in and choose to ask,
"Why were all those people on the floor,
sleeping, covered in red?"
I told her, "They went looking for God,
but found religion instead."

that whole song is a work of perfection.

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Probably a repost.

But the second verse is more apparent now than it ever was in 2000.

Uh, one thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain
I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back the beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1,2,
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls
If we don't get them
They gonna get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them
Crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all
All my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all y'all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice
A dream or some substance
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom
Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate
I just stay awake
This real hip-hop, and it don't stop
'Til we get the po-po off the block
They call it

I haven't read the whole thread, has anyone posted Tribe Called Quest - Scenario yet? Probably my favourite hip hop lyrics, Buster Rhymes going off on a mental.

[waits for someone to tell me "yeah, on this page"]

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating ITAL stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
UH uh UH, all over the track, man
UH, pardon me, UH, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban
And have u smelling rank, like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kicking
Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)
Rippin up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!!

This is getting bumped on repeat this week...

Domino - Ghetto Jam

Saturday morning just gettin up
With a hangover smellin like a fuck
I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda faded
so I close my eyes and thank God that i made it
Now I'm gettin flashbacks of some O.J.
With a green glass that says Tanqueray
Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness
Now I need a bitch so i can handle my business
What do you know, a freak's in my reach
threw her on the flo, suckin in her deep
She's screamin and she's screamin and she's screamin
Gettin hoarse, but then I busted a nut, and that was that
so kick the chorus

Here we go here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat phat phat cho re eus
1 2 3 if this is O.G.
The freaks would ya move ya boo ty yys
The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d e
As I key what's really goin on
Would ya reminisce with me e

...Imagine that living a centurary,
the strength of her memories felt like an angel had been sent to me
**she lived from nigger to colored to negro to black to afro
then african amrican and right back to nigger
**you figured shed be bitter in her twilight
but she aright cause she done seen the circle of life...

Reflection Eternal - Four Women - YouTube

^ its a genius take on this from Nina Simone:

Nina Simone: Four Women - YouTube

My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is wooly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Its been inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is AUNT SARAH
My name is Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is SIFFRONIA
My name is Siffronia

My skin is tan
My hairs alright, its fine
My hips invite you
And my lips are like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Well yours if you have some money to buy
What do they call me
My name is SWEET THING
My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
Ill kill the first mother I see
Cos my life has been too rough
Im awfully bitter these days
because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My
name
is
PEACHES

Been on in the game as long as he could wheelie a Schwinn.

MFDOom+De La Soul

*Antony Carmichael
*
I'm rappin' all day, and I'm rappin' all night,
I'm rappin' to the beat and I wrap it up tight,
I rap in the mornin' and I rap till I'm done,
And everybody knows that I'm number one.

listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
when shes on the rag, never let her fry the ragu

Now my vision's clarified like Windex
you get the peace sign without the index
From ex to next--too complex?
I'll translate: FUCK YOU