What Are Some Of The Greatest Verses You've Ever Heard???????

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Common - My Way Home


They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is

I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas

Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses

Pray to God that my arms reach the masses

The young smoke grass in grassless jungles

Rubber band together in cashless bundles

We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains

Makin' sense of it we hustle for change

Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'

Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson

Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell

Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?

Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail

Children are unheld

I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"

Got me trapped like R. Kel', I bail and it

"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone

Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it

Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"

 

[Lou Cypher]

 

[Lou Cypher]

Phonte on this song. Just so real.

 

[Shizlansky]

Every verse

 

[Go figure]

Dmx - Coming from 2nd verse


I will spend mad time in one spot, plotting my next move

Trying to figure out what is it, that X do what X do

Some questions go unanswered, that's what I'm afraid of

Sometimes I can't show, but I know what I'm made of

They made love, or should I say they made lust

Bound, there didn't have to be love there, but they made us

I got quite a few sisters, I was the only boy

But being with my dog, was my only joy

Like a kid with a new toy, I forgot about the ?

Escaped the misery, didn't think about the crime

Lost all track of time, was in another world

Everybody knew Earl, but there was another Earl

Like the side of the dark, riding the park but wouldn't want to

When they jump me, became a good runner

One by one they all went under, so I had the last laugh

They all thought it all was a joke, but I had the last laugh

And his last verse on The Professional dope too

 

[Turfaholic]

Twista verse on that bone diss

 

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Jay - Dope man 2nd verse


Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air

Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear

A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance

Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands

But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up

Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up

Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks

Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors

Keep us spiralin', goin' backwards

At age nine, saw my first hate crime

Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line

Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine

Climbed over it at a early age, Jay shined

Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine

Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine

The soul of Mumia in this modern day time

 

[RickyRich]

Tupac made niggaz

Tupac hail mary

 

[Go figure]

Cam - More Reasons 1st verse


I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie

I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie

I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie

She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies

I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known

This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes

Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes

Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro

Timbaland, moccasins, dimes in them pennyloafers

A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers

Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess

Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers

Can't get paid, the earth is big

You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live

Back then I played for Gouchos, went over the riverside

Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside

Blood played for stone gem

That's when I told him and Jim

We ain't balling for real, where's the stone gems?

Where's the chrome rims?

That's when you changing lanes

Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain

Change the game

And not namin' names

But 'caine fames like Dana Dane's

Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous

Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices

I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle marger

Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple Carters

And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father

Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure

I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller

Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker

 

[Go figure]

Stack Bundles verse on Black Superman

 

[Go figure]

Styles P - The Old Ghost

 

[genocidecutter]

ICP-How many Times


"How many times will I wait in a line?

It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine

I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute

Why am I here? to pay a fucking parking ticket

The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch

No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit

I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it

Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket

How many times will a crackhead smoke crack

And ask me for some money 'cause he wants crack

Give him money, again, he's coming back

Walk away, and here's another, "Gimme some crack"

How many time will a kid give a dirty look?

A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook

I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores

When you were just a nut stain in your momma's drawers"

Violent J is a lyrical monster

 

[detcatinva]

Why explain the game

Niggas ain't listenin', stuck in positions

If victims can't stand the heat then stay the fuck out the kitchen

Half these busters switchin', lookin' at me mean

Itchin', givin' suckers plenty space

Have these bitch niggas snitchin'

Where are we now, guns found daily

The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me

For sellin' dope they backwards

Make track burst, whenever I rap

Attack

Words bein' known to explode on contact

Extreme at times

Blinded by my passion and fury

Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry

You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me

Truely effective

The shit you heard ain't do me justice

Got a death wish, bitch

Run but face, being traced, by the infrared beam

It seems niggas ain't recognize my team

Ain't nobody holdin' you back, explode the track to confetti

Unload it

Cause niggas ain't ready

The life of an outlaw

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin' with us so can't you see

It's hard to be a man

Ridin' with my guns in hand

 

[Lincoln]

Every verse on this..jigga what

Jaz-O's verse was ridiculous. I was astounded when I first heard it

 

[KamPushMe]

Triumph

Inspector deck

 

[Lefty_]

Should have been the first song listed. The circumstances surrounding it make it even better. I was a youngin when it dropped, but I believe this is the last verse he ever recorded and the first Big verse that niggas heard since he'd passed, and damn did he make everybody remember what they was missin. If a nigga need to know what blackin out looks like, play em this.

 

[blackrain]

Me Against The World last verse...probably my favorite Pac verse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cjv7hEAytU

Field Mob ft. Cee-Lo and T.I. All I Know Remix..My favorite TI verse hands down

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=or0iE4-Hg2Y

Devin The Dude ft. Snoop Dogg and Andre 3000...Andre's verse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T1jdreS6ko

 

[Qiv_Owan]

Cee Lo

https://youtu.be/ZR49wcE42Xw

https://youtu.be/8jyQMhTxiDI

https://youtu.be/SymAYR3F_yo

"I'm sick of lying

I'm sick of glorifying dying

I'm sick of not trying

I'm sick of being a nigga"

 

[themadlionsfan]

AZ - Rather Unique 2nd Verse


My verbals rip shit, brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

Fuck it I'm on some flip shit, ready to let my clip spit

Dramatical, vocals release shells like automatics do

Music's magical causing any battles to be tragical

Child, got a style sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Slaughter your circulatory like lukemia

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me? I'm vicious

Mad malicious, cause it's real on this road to riches

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

Weak and wicked camouflaged as killers how they speak and kick it

Peep this uniqueness, non-believers I'm leaving speechless

Left to choke as if skunk smoke was coming through the speakers

Surgically nice with any verbal device, trife

Breathing life into mics, my insight's beyond the twilight

So die or fight, no surrender, no retreat

Techniques speak, I'm rather unique

Canibus -Bis vs Rip


[Rip]

Germaine, you fucking water brain

Don't you understand, fuck the mainstream

You should just call out names

The industry's all about game I shit on 'em all the same and I leave spit stains on their brain

Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers

Insane is an understatement, I'm Satan

Canibus is a Mason, I don't know what the fuck Germaine is

I just know that both of y'all are trying my patience

I don't give a fuck about a beat, I've been rhyming for ages

Rippers are dangerous, all jackers are afraid of us

You wanna face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!

(That's ridiculous), aight then, listen to mine

I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you

Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do

Rip your tonsils out through your nostrils

Bury you next to shark fossils

Make it impossible to find you

Depths that Jacques Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to

With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules

Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console

Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole

Suck the power out of your soul

You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go

Watching my Casio stop watch, counting it slow

Like drug lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke

I can kill you by drowning the globe

Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat

In battles I'm a thousand & 0, I silenced the Pope

Do you know how many rhymes I've economically grossed?

No? I thought so

Neither do I

Its a dick between your mother's thighs divided by pi

I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business

And probably in existence. What's your consensus?

Study my own syntax statistics since '96

With CPA certified assistance

I made a decision that my standards are above precision

The only thing I can honestly say I love more than women are dope writtens

If it ain't dope then don't spit it

Don't be sensitive and get on the defensive

Just practice your penmanship

If you can't spit at high temperatures then just quit

Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left

According to manufacture's specs you'll make a mess

And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip

Got millions of blueprints on zip disk

Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits

With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip

You never experienced work like this, Bitch!

Welcome to the serpentine world where I spit

The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I live

 

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Rocafella - We Are the Champions (cam verse)


This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate

Listen to tapes, every day a frisk was at stake

Jakes' cuffs, wrists getting raped; my mission was straight -- to

Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes

And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gate

Flipped the bird at em, flip a bird, switch up my plates

I got plans that was better than jail

Now look -- we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale

Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and Magic

Oh my god it's magic; Isaiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket

Phil, Scottie, and Mike; Phil, Shaq, and Kobe

My gats will detach you, homie

And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless drugs

For the Roc Fam, dog, I extend my love

Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossing the bridge

Tossing they wigs, make corpse of they kids

Free, O, Sparks, and Mack Mittens

I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac clip in

I stack chips and I'm Saks Fifth-in

Louis Vuitton loafers, hat dripping

I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and suck

I don't just beat my cases, I beat 'em up

My lawyer eat 'em up put bars behind me

I'm glad they didn't stop that car behind me

Shit, it had three felons, gun shooters no

50 cal. A.C.P., Bazooka Joe

Don't be stupid though, I get scrilla man

I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's Killa Cam