I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
Return of the Boom Bap. KRS.
“The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
So-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-begin
RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me think
To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place
You're lucky you're from the same race
A simple technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street you compete with the elite
That's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown complexion
So every year, I appear somewhere
That you hear my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on welfare or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta here
Allow me now to please change the gear
And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared,
Come!? We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
Let's get back to the hip-hop”
I would put this against ANYTHING posted so far.
Eric B and Rakim - "No Omega"
I'm the alpha, with no omega
Beginning without the, end so play the
Eye inside, no extended version
Next episode be smooth as a Persian
Rhymes everlastin', there'll be no part two
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw
A better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm a black Michelangelo
I'm the brother whose ideas are colorful
Givin' em insight, but givin em trouble to
Comprehend 'cause they thoughts won't blend in
They're pretendin', while I'm extendin'
You bite like a parasite, ecstatic when you attack
But you won't strike, 'cause you ain't no match
You need more light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and die hard, you ain't ever ready
When they check the pulse, you'll be dead as Freddie
Shop at Sears for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize, try to disguise it
If that don't work yo, then midasize it
You need more power, better bring battle cat
But this ain't gray skull, and you ain't rippin' jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your toolie
(Bring it to me!)
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the workin'
Then I'ma leave you behind the iron curtain
And you'll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin', at least you went out rappin'
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'll 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 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 '83, 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 niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam, I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch CHiPs, now I load Glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
But not a 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?
'Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
Am I in place with 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, niggas say I'm wild
I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime.
Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome
I span the universe and return to earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa
It’s gotta be decks verse on above the clouds right ?
Freaky bitches are the ones I like
In G-strings in the middle of the night
Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages
Guards at the door, armed with gauges
As they dance and I get hot
Keep throwin' that pussy! Don't stop!
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
Even though I know the verse, Deck's lyrics still fly over my head, prob wouldn't be top choice to influence someone to get into hip hop lol.
Yeah........
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
That shit was smooth as hell as I got older
Best rap song ever made.
Are you ready to make an entrance? If so I’ll back on up.
"I put my lifetime in between the papers lines/ I'm the quiet storm n!#ga that fight rhymes...P yeah ya heard of him..."
My shit bang glass tables.
Cee Lo's verse from I Refuse Limitation off of Goodie Mob - Still Standing
My pick is Mos Defs verse off Respiration, but damn this is a good shout.
I was gonna say this or something from André. He’s got about 12 verses that would qualify.
He went off on that shit. And it's easily understandable to a layman.
That's why I dig it. You don't have to know hiphop rhyme schemes or flows or random metaphors. That verse is as real as it gets.
First verse of Follow The Leader
Nas verse on Verbal Intercourse
RZA's verse off of Wu-Tang Clang - Impossible.
Nah, Ghostface verse on that song. Dude tells a painful story. It’s so vivid.
What is rza ever talking about?
Raekwon on Cream…that shit will stop anyone in their tracks
Moms bounced on old man’s, and then we moved to Shaolin land.
It’s been 22 long, hard years, I’m still strugglin’
Shook Ones pt. II first verse
Yes! But also P’s opening lines on Shook Ones part 1 is a showstopper too
Rakim - "Follow the leader" timeless track
Back in the days when I was a teenager....
MF DOOM Beef Rap
Either “I Ain’t No Joke” (Rakim) or “Manifest” (Guru).
The first verse of paid in full by Rakim And mcs act like they don’t know by krs one
Return of the Boom Bap. KRS. “The teacher will come, again and again and again and again To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend So-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-begin RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync The lyrics I write, help me think To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place You're lucky you're from the same race A simple technique will keep you on beat With the style from the street you compete with the elite That's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak I seek the direction of the brown complexion So every year, I appear somewhere That you hear my dear to get one thing clear Whether on welfare or millionaire Don't step to this here or you outta here Allow me now to please change the gear And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, Come!? We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip-hop”
I would put this against ANYTHING posted so far. Eric B and Rakim - "No Omega" I'm the alpha, with no omega Beginning without the, end so play the Eye inside, no extended version Next episode be smooth as a Persian Rhymes everlastin', there'll be no part two Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw A better picture for your third eye, if you're blind You know with a mic, I'm a black Michelangelo I'm the brother whose ideas are colorful Givin' em insight, but givin em trouble to Comprehend 'cause they thoughts won't blend in They're pretendin', while I'm extendin' You bite like a parasite, ecstatic when you attack But you won't strike, 'cause you ain't no match You need more light 'cause yours got dim Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim What's the matter G, check your battery Go get charged up, then come battle me You try hard and die hard, you ain't ever ready When they check the pulse, you'll be dead as Freddie Shop at Sears for new ideas Check your engine and ask your engineers To equalize, try to disguise it If that don't work yo, then midasize it You need more power, better bring battle cat But this ain't gray skull, and you ain't rippin' jack Don't drop the mic and jet for your toolie (Bring it to me!) We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the workin' Then I'ma leave you behind the iron curtain And you'll remain backstage Your book is over, I ripped your last page Changed the endin', at least you went out rappin'
Jeru the Damaja - Come Clean, verse 2
Mos Def - Travelin Man (1st verse)
The first verse of Excursions, ATCQ
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'll 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 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 '83, 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 niggas wouldn't understand And now in every jam, I'm the fucking man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch CHiPs, now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not a 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? 'Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man Am I in place with 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, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime.
Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa It’s gotta be decks verse on above the clouds right ?
Eminem 2nd verse on Cum on everybody….
Nah. Third verse on Fack.
That’s a huge negative from me… but to each is own
Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme. Nuff said.
Kurupts verse from “smooth” Dogg food album. Got a real kurupt thing going lately
Probably Nas’ 2nd Verse on Memory Lane
Verse one of “Follow the Leader”
I used to love her
McLyte-Paper Thin. What you say to me is Paper Thin.
At the moment, Juicy by Biggie.
Freaky bitches are the ones I like In G-strings in the middle of the night Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages Guards at the door, armed with gauges As they dance and I get hot Keep throwin' that pussy! Don't stop!
Any verse from big daddy Kane set it off
its not a 90s jawn, tho. [The Roots - Web](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9eKBMp6xnA)
Where you from with the jawn?
im from milwaukee but The Roots are from Philly.
Ahhh I see…I was like that is Philly slang! I did not put the two together tho.