Lines that still give you chills

[Mvpbrodie93]

"Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily"-big pun

 

[BobOblah]

"Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorce me

I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me"

 

[pat_m_9]

"Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade" still freaaks me out

 

[MAKAVELI25]

"Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade" still freaaks me out

It's in reference to the 93 bombing.

 

[runningwolf1980]

Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard

Harder than a nigga trying to impress God

We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card

And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park

Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard

Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs

Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,

pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat

As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself

If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this

It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop

Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall

I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall

Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall

All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants

Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance

Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac

In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route

Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit

 

[young_reezy]

I hit tha scene, niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare, i'm right there, my every word... a fuckin nightmare.

 

[Legend24]

I loved you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
- Eminem, Stan

I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise manifest
- Lauryn Hill, Manifest

That's all I can think of off the top.

 

[StillDreaming]

Am I charismatic enough?

Does my charm reach people that can make a change?

If I shoot with straight aim, at the positive target

And swoo them to make a deposit into my account

Would that be progress? I'm Doubtin......

-NAS Something's Foul

 

[G.R.I.P. Money $$$]

3000 last verse-elevators(me & u)

fab second verse-Breathe

biggie/ll cool J-flava in ya ear remix...

 

[ATE ARMS ULTRA]

practically every verse on "Death is certain" whole album gives me chills

try to drop some examples in abit

 

[za'kiss]

2Pac's last verse on Pain.

 

[Mvpbrodie93]

3000 last verse-elevators(me & u)

fab second verse-Breathe

biggie/ll cool J-flava in ya ear remix...

What about busta's verse on flava in ya ear?

 

[G.R.I.P. Money $$$]

What about busta's verse on flava in ya ear?

it was nice, but it didnt quite stick wit me da same..

 

[prada_g24]

see the shapes these lil girls is gettin

some say the steriods in the chicken

is the cause for the thickenin in the young women

livin, see some shorties playin cops and robbers

livin, bittersweet thoughts is what i have for them

i can picture quota filling police chasing after them

catchin up to, friskin and askin them

where the packs at

who yo cheif is, where the straps at

am i thinkin too hard, or perhaps that's

reality in the project mentality

but thru it all

i hope we learn more than how to be whores and how to hold a ball

steady mobbin- lupe fiasco ghetto story

 

[Mally_G]

Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana
Dippin'
Big poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggaz named Panama
And Englique and shit
Games we play life endin'
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top
Benjamins
Under the rest of 'em
Advancin'
From duplex to mansion
Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
VCR's in my V's
Game elevates, money I make
Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
Discusing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves your rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

 

[Mvpbrodie93]

Oh yeah I forgot, ALL of rather unique(especially the first verse)

ALL of the World is yours, especially the 3rd verse

 

[runningwolf1980]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis 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 you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's 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

[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and (A Streetcar Named Desire), who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?

Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin

Tell your story walkin

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[U-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow

For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

now terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention

Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?

Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]

Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

 

[redhandedbandit]

when lifes really feeling wild
my daughter do some shit like smile
then i know its all worth while
why the lord give me a child
to see things clearer
guess the man just ran out of mirriors
-tom gist

 

[Precision904]

Joe Budden's Second Verse On "Blood On The Wall" When He Was Dissing Prodigy

Jadakiss' Verse On "Lets Start Rap Over" (LOX)

Nas' Second Verse On The "The Message"

 

[BobOblah]

Oh yeah I forgot, ALL of rather unique(especially the first verse)

ALL of the World is yours, especially the 3rd verse

big cosign^^^^

I still can't listen Rather Unique without rewinding each verse 10 times.