Favorite Rap Verse

maggie · 03-20-2007, 12:06 AM

This is my favourite verse its from "Sing For The Moment" - Eminem

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His f**kin' dad walkin' out

A.J · 03-29-2007, 05:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by TheUsedToolguy

Another 1 I love is off that new Kanye West album
I don't know the song, but it goes like this

We took that ****, cooked it and measured that ****,
and what we gave back was crack music,
and now we ooze it thru their nooks and crannies,
so our mothers ain't got to be their cooks and nannies,
this dark diction has become America's addiction,
those who ain't even black use it,
we goin' to keep baggin' up this here crack music

I think I left out a line or 2 there, but man, I get chills whenever I hear that

thats called crack music. im a kwest genius. but thats not his best verse. his best is in 'drive slow' w/ paulwall on the late reg. album and it goes liek this

"You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way"

and same song in his last verse bout midway he says

"My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirrow
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's GONE
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin, stay calm
Shorty's at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone!"

those are rock solid. lol hes the best.

~~KonC3pT~~ · 03-29-2007, 11:25 PM

I love all of eminems lyrics especially when he is lyrically sick wit his rhymez

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the ****ing head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
**** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al

Laces Out Dan! · 03-29-2007, 11:32 PM

"you dont know the technique, so dont tell lies..I'll shoot your mom in the back and fuck the bullet hole until she dies"
Immortal Technique in some rap battle against a fat whitey.

Immortal Wombat · 03-30-2007, 05:35 AM

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold'
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!)
My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt
I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh)
My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue
witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on
And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn
I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother.. are you there? I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel
Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed
a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain?
I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts
Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
Cause when I drop this solo **** it's over with
I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it

Eminem - role model

gotta love the slim shady LP

~~TheUsedToolguy~~ · 04-07-2007, 08:58 PM

Anybody who says Em's a bad rapper doesn't know what the hell they are talking about. Even an MC's MC: Rakim, gives Eminem mad props, and Rakim's been doing it for years with little airplay.

Kevorkian Logic · 04-15-2007, 03:44 PM

It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them ****in zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
**** these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls

This is the last verse.
Such a good song.

visualsynergy · 04-15-2007, 04:13 PM

Protect Ya Neck

I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the **** I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

Hit 'Em Up

First off, **** your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas **** for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't **** around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So **** peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
**** with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

Positive Contact

Transmutation, brand new statements
I'll have you gapin, open
Check it out y'all
Now let's see -- Deltron Z
Art avenger, let's start the adventure
Hit ya with nerve gas, absurd blasts
Crashin space craft, I'm bio-enhanced
Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution
Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail
Super-sleuth, a new race
Mad creator, savage nature
World Wide Web, the ebb and flow
Light years from watchful eyes while my thoughts provide
objectives to ostracize the pompous prophecies
Underground societies are hard to lead
Asteroid surfing, castor-oil burping
The darkest side of humanity animated
The grand awakening, plan to take it in
I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks
With clusters small, NTR's to empty Mars
Many MC's cruise low earth orbit
Easier for me to use my search warrant
Drift by a star, absorb it, and store it
Leave tourists pourous, my galaxy's gorgeous
Quantum jump - I'm right at your doorstep
[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(I know perfectly well what it is you're talking about)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)
[Del]
Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition
My last decision, pulse amplification
Terror with napalm, I want y'all to stay calm
Alien annihilation, I stay armed to the grill piece and kill beef
20 percent matter, 30 percent is energy
Assimilating to become a living being
Evaporative radiation fades your station
I get high as aviation
[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(reactors on)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)
[Del]
I rise like helium, you're falling rapidly
Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
I'm what you call a legend, dominance with armageddon
Gives me a warm reception
Verbal war with weapons, installation
Blowin the star dust, distance twelve parsecs
Enthuse your phalanx with my literary talents
Just a bit of balance, rip the silence
in space, all-star systems are our victims
Atomics, anonymous with ominous
implications of information, or information, and entertainment
Cyber-tech dialect, you gotta earn my respect
I'm like Gamera to amateurs, hit em with a cannonball
And in all this confusion
The fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions
Search the ruins with Automator
Hit the walls with a carbonator
Hit-or-missiles, just regenerate
The sonic soldiers allow us to demonstrate
Emergency dispatch, skyscrapers ripped back
from the impact, their flow is mismatched
My style's protected by heat shields and ceramics
Don't panic, I landed on planet Mercury
Gave it atmosphere, set up my headquarters
I'll never get captured here
Rap your tear clap your ear with Soulsonic Mantronik phonics
Turn your brain to an omelette
I'll hold a comet in bondage, with my dominance
Take a space shuttle to escape trouble
Bounce through the Milky Way
Not many MC's feel this way
[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(yeah yeah, what is it now)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)

White Kids Love Hip Hop

white kids love hip hop and disc drives, go-carts and fist fights, getting drunk on bud
then getting high like a pitch pipe. are you an mc chris type; a hip hop lovin’ half pint?
then just turn on your heartlight. a bunsen burner barfly. this is our time blast it from
the boombox, liberate the goondocks, saw your cousin in a tube top, bust a nugget in a
tube sock. it’s tupac, it’s big pop, it’s hip hop, it don’t stop. I love that song,
I love that groove. mother****er, well I can’t help but move. so if you don’t mind, if it’s
alright with you I’m gonna get in the electric slide line just to prove that:

chorus – white kids love hip hop x3

white kids love hip hop and axel, tractors and rambo, playing unreal tournament with
infinite ammo. taggers and vandals in black socks and sandals, doin as many drugs as they
can mother****in’ handle. skippin’ school, breakin’ rules and flippin the bird, fast food
cartoons after ittin’ some erb. freakin dem flirts, making’m pur till it hurts, just a
couple nerds clockin’ the curbs, a couple a words about my nilla wiggas, packin peters
that are measured in milimeters. we don’t talk in the theaters like we’re siskel and ebert.
we drink box wine and we listen to weezer.

chorus repeat

PhishFood · 04-17-2007, 06:20 PM

Man This verse can't be done justice in the written form, It's ODB off Da mystery of chessboxin'

Here I go, keep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin sh!ts... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mmumuh..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa

Soundgardener · 04-18-2007, 09:53 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by PhishFood

Man This verse can't be done justice in the written form, It's ODB off Da mystery of chessboxin'

Here I go, keep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin sh!ts... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mmumuh..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa

Nigga...you be buggin'... jus check out his disposition!

03-20-2007, 12:06 AM	#11 (permalink)
maggie Groupie Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: in hell Posts: 11	This is my favourite verse its from "Sing For The Moment" - Eminem These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His f**kin' dad walkin' out __________________ "I didn't lose my mind, I sold it on ebay."

03-29-2007, 11:32 PM	#14 (permalink)
Laces Out Dan! I love Puck Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: British Columbia Posts: 4,614	"you dont know the technique, so dont tell lies..I'll shoot your mom in the back and fuck the bullet hole until she dies" Immortal Technique in some rap battle against a fat whitey. __________________ We are entirely smooth, We admit to the truth, We are the best at what we do.

04-15-2007, 03:44 PM	#17 (permalink)
Kevorkian Logic Imperfectly Perfect Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: North Carolina Posts: 1,290	It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them **in zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY) ** these devils, and they laws (YEAH!) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls This is the last verse. Such a good song. __________________ "it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained"

04-15-2007, 04:13 PM	#18 (permalink)
visualsynergy Groupie Join Date: Apr 2007 Posts: 33	Protect Ya Neck I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the ** I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal Hit 'Em Up First off, your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I ed your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night (ha ha) Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Positive Contact Transmutation, brand new statements I'll have you gapin, open Check it out y'all Now let's see -- Deltron Z Art avenger, let's start the adventure Hit ya with nerve gas, absurd blasts Crashin space craft, I'm bio-enhanced Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail Super-sleuth, a new race Mad creator, savage nature World Wide Web, the ebb and flow Light years from watchful eyes while my thoughts provide objectives to ostracize the pompous prophecies Underground societies are hard to lead Asteroid surfing, castor-oil burping The darkest side of humanity animated The grand awakening, plan to take it in I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks With clusters small, NTR's to empty Mars Many MC's cruise low earth orbit Easier for me to use my search warrant Drift by a star, absorb it, and store it Leave tourists pourous, my galaxy's gorgeous Quantum jump - I'm right at your doorstep [Kid Koala cuts:] Positive contact (wait a minute) Positive contact (I know perfectly well what it is you're talking about) Positive contact (wait a minute) Positive contact (even if the record skips, I still rip) [Del] Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition My last decision, pulse amplification Terror with napalm, I want y'all to stay calm Alien annihilation, I stay armed to the grill piece and kill beef 20 percent matter, 30 percent is energy Assimilating to become a living being Evaporative radiation fades your station I get high as aviation [Kid Koala cuts:] Positive contact (wait a minute) Positive contact (reactors on) Positive contact (wait a minute) Positive contact (even if the record skips, I still rip) [Del] I rise like helium, you're falling rapidly Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed I'm what you call a legend, dominance with armageddon Gives me a warm reception Verbal war with weapons, installation Blowin the star dust, distance twelve parsecs Enthuse your phalanx with my literary talents Just a bit of balance, rip the silence in space, all-star systems are our victims Atomics, anonymous with ominous implications of information, or information, and entertainment Cyber-tech dialect, you gotta earn my respect I'm like Gamera to amateurs, hit em with a cannonball And in all this confusion The fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions Search the ruins with Automator Hit the walls with a carbonator Hit-or-missiles, just regenerate The sonic soldiers allow us to demonstrate Emergency dispatch, skyscrapers ripped back from the impact, their flow is mismatched My style's protected by heat shields and ceramics Don't panic, I landed on planet Mercury Gave it atmosphere, set up my headquarters I'll never get captured here Rap your tear clap your ear with Soulsonic Mantronik phonics Turn your brain to an omelette I'll hold a comet in bondage, with my dominance Take a space shuttle to escape trouble Bounce through the Milky Way Not many MC's feel this way [Kid Koala cuts:] Positive contact (wait a minute) Positive contact (yeah yeah, what is it now) Positive contact (wait a minute) Positive contact (even if the record skips, I still rip) White Kids Love Hip Hop white kids love hip hop and disc drives, go-carts and fist fights, getting drunk on bud then getting high like a pitch pipe. are you an mc chris type; a hip hop lovin’ half pint? then just turn on your heartlight. a bunsen burner barfly. this is our time blast it from the boombox, liberate the goondocks, saw your cousin in a tube top, bust a nugget in a tube sock. it’s tupac, it’s big pop, it’s hip hop, it don’t stop. I love that song, I love that groove. motherer, well I can’t help but move. so if you don’t mind, if it’s alright with you I’m gonna get in the electric slide line just to prove that: chorus – white kids love hip hop x3 white kids love hip hop and axel, tractors and rambo, playing unreal tournament with infinite ammo. taggers and vandals in black socks and sandals, doin as many drugs as they can mother**in’ handle. skippin’ school, breakin’ rules and flippin the bird, fast food cartoons after ittin’ some erb. freakin dem flirts, making’m pur till it hurts, just a couple nerds clockin’ the curbs, a couple a words about my nilla wiggas, packin peters that are measured in milimeters. we don’t talk in the theaters like we’re siskel and ebert. we drink box wine and we listen to weezer. chorus repeat __________________ "Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone."

04-17-2007, 06:20 PM	#19 (permalink)
PhishFood Bottom-Feeder Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: The American Dreamscape Posts: 316	Man This verse can't be done justice in the written form, It's ODB off Da mystery of chessboxin' Here I go, keep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin sh!ts... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mmumuh..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa __________________ Winos don't march

03-29-2007, 11:25 PM	#13 (permalink)
~~KonC3pT~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Mar 2007 Posts: 4	I love all of eminems lyrics especially when he is lyrically sick wit his rhymez Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the **ing head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D ** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al

03-30-2007, 05:35 AM	#15 (permalink)
Immortal Wombat Music Addict Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Ireland Posts: 50	Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!) My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh) My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits A premature birth that was four minutes late Mother.. are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain? I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her Cause when I drop this solo **** it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it Eminem - role model gotta love the slim shady LP

04-07-2007, 08:58 PM	#16 (permalink)
~~TheUsedToolguy~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Joplin, MO Posts: 468	Anybody who says Em's a bad rapper doesn't know what the hell they are talking about. Even an MC's MC: Rakim, gives Eminem mad props, and Rakim's been doing it for years with little airplay.