djchameleon

Fat Joe - I'm gone

Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different
But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen
Cold, cold, world is the word that was given
As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison
Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr)
Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone
As I rise to the top, knee-deep in the game I survived every shot
Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality
Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me
Uhh, don't let nobody put the battery
'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy
I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh
I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and chest
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate
No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get
Joe Crack, yeah man on fire
Conversatin with the devil, rockin diamond messiahs
Uhh, I seek the truth while the streets admire me
Killers across the world say it's me they inspire to be
Feds on my back from my ties to criminology
Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B
Where I'm from, for (president) we voted Eric B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it crazy
But it's a darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier scratches] "Listen to the situation my son"
So I say

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

Dirty

I'm gonna add a lot of my favorite verses in here, but here's one of my top favorites:

AZ - First verse on Nas - Lifes a Bitch

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
**** who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

bonesaw-orchestra

"My daddy told me it was mine for the takin'
A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me
Him and Rena's baby, their first born son
I'm Antwan Andre Patton, the only one
Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
I'm defyin' all the laws like a caterpillar flyin'
Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
Where they still hangin' nooses like we in the early '30s
Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"}
Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand?
This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie
I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJtJ3eLRZS0
Daddy Fat Sax - Big Boi. Such a good jam.

Thom Yorke

I could just insert any verse off of Illmatic, but if I have to choosea favourite:

Nas - Halftime, second verse

It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the ****in man
I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a ***got
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

djchameleon

as far as big boi goes this is my favorite song, I was having a hard time picking my favorite verse out of the song so I posted the whole thing

Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed

Slow down nigga

"Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack
Whack ass nigga
This shit's like breathing to me
Born and bred for it

Big Rube :

Another battle won
Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression...victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from
And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle
That's affecting our youth today...
If we just stop lying...
If we just stop lying...
Stop lying...
Lying...

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

poppie

eminem second verse love the way you lie.


You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get 'em
Now you're getting ****ing sick
Of looking at 'em
You swore you've never hit 'em
Never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down

poppie

[Nicki Minaj]
bottoms up!
last verse

Yo, could I get that 'Tron?
Could I get that Remmy?
Could I get that Coke?
Could I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks?
Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim?
Trey, I was like "Yo Trey"
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose'?
Okay, lets get it now
I'm with a bad bitch he's with his friends
I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Muh****in right yeah, weed to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute Imma sock her
Throw a lotta money at her then yell ****a, ****a, ****a,
Then yell ****a.
Then Imma go get my Louisville Slugger
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, Baby?
And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380
We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin all around the world,
Do you hear me? Do you like my body?
Anna NickiRest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)

Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up

djchameleon

Young Money - Steady Mobbin'

Man fuck these nigg*s
I'm a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun Buck these niggas
Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas
Yeah and fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout everything but these bitches
I don't care I "so what" these bitches
And I put young mula baby way above these bitches
If it ain't broke don't break it
And if he ain't shook I'm gon' shake him
Hope I don't look weak 'cause when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa
Futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one
I'm at your face like mancum
You niggas softer then roseanne's son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthafucka I am one but the crazy thing is I began one
All white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 n*gga
Big house long hall ways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day n*gga

And we don't want no problems, OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin
Yeah big kane on the beat, I **** around and leave a nigga brains on the street(ooohhh)
Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby

Yeah the money is the motive
Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote
OK, I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagga so bright I don't even need light
I'm with a model broad she don't even eat rice
But would you believe that she ****s
And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes
I'm the man around this muthafucka
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka
This rap game, I got my hand around this muthafucka
Yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this muthafucka
Yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch
And you the best at never doin' shit
If you the shit then I'm sewer rich
Try me and I'll have your people readin' eulogies
I swear you can't fuck with me
But I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course it'll be yo cash
Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass

every though I like these verses it's a good thing that nigga rhymes with nigga

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

Sparky

Yeah, that's one advantage for black people. What word do white people have to fall back on?

KOWABUNGa

ThePhanastasio

From Alias's "Divine Disappointment". This verse legitimately gives me chills everytime I hear it. It's Alias, talking from the perspective of God to the human race. Really intense stuff.

So now I'm stuck to figure out what I should do at this point in time
These creatures think that there's an afterlife
So they spend their whole life benign
They killed another creature years ago that claimed to be my son
So now they mold their lives after him and claim that He's the One
the one that will save them and lead them to a new breath
I hate to break it to them... (I have nothing for you after death)
So carry on if you wish unknowing, thinking breath is wind blowing
Magnifying light bulb is the sun and tears a rivers flowing
Think that every bad thing that happens to you is at my will
Like bankruptcy, adultery and the reason why others kill
Go on and be misled as you have your entire life
You think that I'll somehow reward you for all your pain and strife
I can't control destiny, where'd you come up with that notion
(There's no cure for AIDS) so don't even bother with that potion
I didn't create the disease to punish others, I didn't even make it
So if you have that frame of mind you go ahead and break it
I'm sick and tired of feeling responsibility for all of you ungratefuls
Unwilling to share with the starving while you enjoying off your plateful's
Even if I had the power to help you I wouldn't even bother
So stop thinking that I love you and stop calling me your Father
I didn't plan on you evolving into this mess with which I deal
Asking for my forgiveness when you (lie, cheat and steal)
What the hell do you want me to do? Try and save yourself
I can't help your marriage, children or status of health
My problem's far away, any of your so-called devastations
Like this oncoming war between the so-called United Nations
I regret making all of you, you make my blood pressure climb
I wish I didn't make you, but even I can't turn back the hands of time

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