Favorite Verses

djchameleon · 03-25-2011, 12:49 PM

First two verses are from Mims

I am like the Eagles, I am like the Beatles
If music is the heroin then I am like the needle
And you are Black Sabbath, too paranoid
On the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd
If writing is a weapon, all my gun shoots is Led Zepplin
Sex Pistols’ll whip you, show respect like Otis Reading
Bring me back to life like Evanescence, you beggin’
Me? I cause hysteria, I am Def Leppard
My mind is Disturbed, you cannot dissect it
I deliver mayhem, the music is my method
I am Van Halen, eruption
Plus I got a healthy appetite for destruction, let’s go

You find me at Linkin Park, with Motely Crue
You say you know the what, but you do not know The Who
Pay attention, you can miss it if you Blink 182
And me, I’m the one, just like I’m U2
Unforgettable fire, burning like The Whalers
My life’s a motion picture and this is just the trailer
My suits a perfect fit like its tailored
fuck her like an animal, I’d Nine Inch Nail her
That’s how I came into the game, and now she’s pregnant
So this is why I’m Red Hot, like the Chili Peppers
And this is why I rock, and this why I’m rollin’
Like a Rolling Stone with my Guns n’ Roses

(Tech N9ne)
Some say I have bad brains, that im out of my mind now
So when I open The Doors in my head royalty Shinedown
And Motorhead spit in a mean way
Momma I kill a man like Queen say
Rush to the bank, it was a Journey that was never concerned of me
‘cause money make it a Green Day
Tecca Nina make it to the grip spot
They lookin at me waving a Slipknot
I get the trip and they go and call The Police and now there’s a Warrant for my arrest ‘cause I flipped out
When the show they wanna, hate me beat me, so I said kiss my AC/DC
That’s anus colon dookie chamber, so they tase me heat me
Now I’m a Quiet Riot in the pen, Heaven knows when I get out,
There’s gonna be a hit out, watch me Avenged Sevenfold
it was all a dream, when I woke up I was torn, I dreamt sickness
no Stone Temple Pilot, giving me Korn or Limp Bizkit

Phzed · 03-25-2011, 01:37 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by hoof123

Thanks for the information on Cinemetropolis! I want to pledge $25, but I'm just waiting for a reply to one of the comments on the project asking if they will ship to Europe.

I'm just gonna have to wait 'til June...

Damn my Britishness

and a lot of my favourite verses I can remember are from Blue Scholars

Blue Scholars - Back Home:

And somewhere a soldier kissed his family goodbye
And he was walking like a warrior the water in his eyes
He left in late September said he'll be back in July
Now the child is asking "Mommy why did Daddy have to die?"
She says he fought for freedom but she knows it's just a lie

Thom Yorke · 03-25-2011, 01:44 PM

Aesop Rock - Fast Cars, Second Verse:

2:26 in

Its like never mind the bullocks.
Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle.
Like every other week these ****ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow.
Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow,
'cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile.
Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural,
so the mongrels that I run with turn the '**** you's into fast food.
Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust,
nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck.
Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag
will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang!).
This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers
stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns
tend to bubble up.
Weathermen huddle up.
Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump.
Back with a platter of hot leeches
that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases,
it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister.
Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard.
I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging
like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing.
Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace:
kill every mother****er but me.
You cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool.
Sorry, dog, rules are rules.
And too long have I followed yours.
I'm trying to get them years back,
and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat.

djchameleon · 03-28-2011, 09:31 AM

Royce Da 5'9's second verse on Slaughterhouse's Fight Club Remix

Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous
Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you
And I'ma come and show you that ya ass ain't (Raymond)
Dumbin every line ? me ****in bitches
like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin
My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband

hoof123 · 03-28-2011, 12:15 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Phzed

I'm just gonna have to wait 'til June...

Damn my Britishness

****, take it that means they won't ship to the UK, sucks to be stuck on this island sometimes!

Phzed · 03-28-2011, 05:13 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by hoof123

****, take it that means they won't ship to the UK, sucks to be stuck on this island sometimes!

I have no idea really
I was just assuming

feel free to try
and if you do, let us know?

EvilChuck · 03-28-2011, 05:27 PM

Canibus' entire 2nd Round KO is superb, but the 2nd verse slays me every time.

Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
That **** was the worse, rhyme I ever heard in my life
Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know What Beef is
It's not what I would call this, see this is something different
A ***got nigga trying to make a living off of dissing
Somebody that he's got to know is better than him
but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, **** it, I'll let you kick em all
I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]

Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack ****tit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it?
**** that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In You
and I'ma make the world see it too, mother****er!

The bolded bit is especially good IMO.

anticipation · 03-29-2011, 08:09 PM

Elzhi

Don't compare me to jokes
I'll strangle the air in your throat
Like you jumped from a chair and choked
In mid-air from a rope
Got a big gun and carry a scope
The flair of the smoke
Keep niggaz quiet like words librarians spoke
I'm arrogant, outlandish
Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff
The jakes wont make out the handprints
I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips
Buckk and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits

Phonte

It gets no realer than this
Its Te and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit
This should have been a double album commemorative disc
Cause hip-hop might need us
And in your town, no telling where you might see us
My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters
Out, doin their damn thing like beavers
Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job
Plus my Dominican Broad
Making me chili con queso

Elzhi

Work and plan a perfect verse
Then burst like a person
that jerked from a circus cannon
Then landed to the earth
Its me on the song, featured your fleet
Breathing is strong
It's a gypsy reading a palm
with a drawn heater
Never gone of the wrong reefer
A bong chief, of the don ballest
As long as Lebrons bronze sneakers
Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I wont come and get you
Dressed like a bum with pistols, and AK's in the buggie

Phonte

And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game
So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange
And a lot of rap niggaz got lost
Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he done got soft
They didn't understand it was my next direction
So I'm playing postman and addressing questions
Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving
No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin
But all these wack niggaz putting records out
This is all live nigga, check it out
Lb, S dilla fam on a mission
And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show"
they still teething on "The Listening"

MaximumFlow · 03-29-2011, 10:18 PM

(one of my favorites, but not thE fav. i could never pick)
So no matter what you been through
no matter what you into
no matter what you see when you look outside your window
brown grass or green grass
picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
you just lift your arms higher
raise em till’ your arms tired
Let em’ know you’re there
That you struggling and survivin’ that you gonna persevere
Yeah, ain’t no body leavin, no body goin’ home
even if they turn the lights out the show is goin’ on!

Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On

MaximumFlow · 03-29-2011, 10:21 PM

just a couple of my favs

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and **** it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the ****'s cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the ****'s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's ****ed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any ****in'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a ****in' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the ****in' **** in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...

Eminem - Sing for the Moment

And still I'm having memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing
now the medias trying to test me got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
gots tired of running from the police

2Pac - Runnin' (Dying to Live)

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

some rapper - Friday
(haha im definitely joking with this one)

03-25-2011, 01:44 PM	#203 (permalink)
Thom Yorke Music Addict Join Date: Jan 2011 Posts: 1,848	Aesop Rock - Fast Cars, Second Verse: 2:26 in Its like never mind the bullocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other week these **ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, 'cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the ' you's into fast food. Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck. Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang!). This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. Weathermen huddle up. Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister. Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard. I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: kill every mother**er but me. You cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. And too long have I followed yours. I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat.

03-28-2011, 05:27 PM	#207 (permalink)
EvilChuck #based Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: (Near) London, England Posts: 443	Canibus' entire 2nd Round KO is superb, but the 2nd verse slays me every time. Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse That ** was the worse, rhyme I ever heard in my life Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul rest in peace kid It's because of him now at least I know What Beef is It's not what I would call this, see this is something different A got nigga trying to make a living off of dissing Somebody that he's got to know is better than him but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse, * it, I'll let you kick em all I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw naw he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself trained to run 20 miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack tit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it? that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In You and I'ma make the world see it too, mother**er! The bolded bit is especially good IMO.

03-29-2011, 08:09 PM	#208 (permalink)
anticipation Music Addict Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 3,565	Elzhi Don't compare me to jokes I'll strangle the air in your throat Like you jumped from a chair and choked In mid-air from a rope Got a big gun and carry a scope The flair of the smoke Keep niggaz quiet like words librarians spoke I'm arrogant, outlandish Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff The jakes wont make out the handprints I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips Buckk and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits Phonte It gets no realer than this Its Te and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit This should have been a double album commemorative disc Cause hip-hop might need us And in your town, no telling where you might see us My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters Out, doin their damn thing like beavers Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job Plus my Dominican Broad Making me chili con queso Elzhi Work and plan a perfect verse Then burst like a person that jerked from a circus cannon Then landed to the earth Its me on the song, featured your fleet Breathing is strong It's a gypsy reading a palm with a drawn heater Never gone of the wrong reefer A bong chief, of the don ballest As long as Lebrons bronze sneakers Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I wont come and get you Dressed like a bum with pistols, and AK's in the buggie Phonte And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange And a lot of rap niggaz got lost Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he done got soft They didn't understand it was my next direction So I'm playing postman and addressing questions Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin But all these wack niggaz putting records out This is all live nigga, check it out Lb, S dilla fam on a mission And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show" they still teething on "The Listening"

03-29-2011, 10:18 PM	#209 (permalink)
MaximumFlow Groupie Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Da USA Posts: 15	(one of my favorites, but not thE fav. i could never pick) So no matter what you been through no matter what you into no matter what you see when you look outside your window brown grass or green grass picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down you just lift your arms higher raise em till’ your arms tired Let em’ know you’re there That you struggling and survivin’ that you gonna persevere Yeah, ain’t no body leavin, no body goin’ home even if they turn the lights out the show is goin’ on! Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On

03-29-2011, 10:21 PM	#210 (permalink)
MaximumFlow Groupie Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Da USA Posts: 15	just a couple of my favs They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , and ** it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one cause they think the 's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers Of course the 's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's ed up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any in' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a in' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through in their lives Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the in' ** in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Eminem - Sing for the Moment And still I'm having memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart In the dark when we survived through the bad parts Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches And these bitches they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me even the cops tried to sue me So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing now the medias trying to test me got the press asking questions, trying to stress me misery is all I see, thats my mind's state My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip gots tired of running from the police 2Pac - Runnin' (Dying to Live) 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 some rapper - Friday (haha im definitely joking with this one)