Favourite Hip Hop Verse

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  • rocksteady I love that verse, actually I love that song, just love love love when the baseline rolls in.
    what happened to ladybug? and the digable planets, 2nd album was sorely overlooked...

  • Just the first line to this track it is agreed by both myself and Elvis that it is possibly the best opening line:


  • rocksteady I love that verse, actually I love that song, just love love love when the baseline rolls in.
    what happened to ladybug? and the digable planets, 2nd album was sorely overlooked...
    they are still playing live but ladybug is not with them anymore, they have another female (whose name i don't know) as a replacement

  • saw them in barcelona in like 2005 when they decided to do the whole live band thing, and the lead guitarist got rock solo aspirations above his station.

    just did a quick search on wikipedia, and will be seeing if I can get hold of some her solo material.

    ps. guerillaphoto greatest first line ever...
    I be the one man army ashaun,
    I never be tooken out, I keep mc's looking out.
    I'm dropping science, like cosby dropping babies
    enough to make a nigger goooo crrrrazy!

  • saw digables a long time ago at jazz cafe or subterranea with the original crew, brilliant gig.

    anyways have some wildchild:

    Yo, as easy as it may seem MC'ing is not a capability for most to possess,
    you gotta catch up,
    take the time to create, construct demonstrate
    set wack MC's straight, drinkin' a V8
    I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats
    represent the contra style until it hits the streets
    my backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones
    I destroy fake Madlib beats and Crackerjack poems (Ha-Ha)
    it's time for lunch already, yes past lunch
    I eat MC's like Captain Crunch, I attack and I punch
    rapping in such different styles that's unlike yours
    wack MC's, I point you out and point out all of your flaws
    all of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin'
    battling straight up battling is what I'm provokin'
    but I'll die before this wack MC infects the
    hip Hop industry to the point I cannot breathe
    but if Wildstyle dies before Wild Child wakes
    I pray to God to step down and take out all them fake
    MC's, pretty please
    cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely

  • Not quite a verse but still, fucking hell:

    "Dead in the middle of little Italy
    little did we know that we
    riddled some middle men
    who didn't do diddly"

    RIP Big Pun

  • Dig this and dig it deep

    What if I had the power to gather all of my favorite emcees

    With the illest comic book characters and they became arch enemies?

    Inconcievable? Unbelievable? Yet as wild as it seems

    The Emperor and Stan Lee would coach the two opposing teams

    Keep it clean no bats no gats guns no interfearance

    Comic book characters would go head up with raw lyrics

    Now I take, whoever might be on break from doin tours

    And have them signed up for the Last Emperor's Secret Wars

    Sure, for that kind of capacity, you need a crazy large arena

    that might stretch from west Philadelphia to east Medina

    If I'm able, I'd put it on pay-per-view through my label

    And give free tickets to my neighborhood bums with no cable

    Yeah, that sounds phat, now that we've squared away the propositions

    Let's begin with the ultimate toughman competion

    "Let the games begin!" Set it off, it's the fight of the century

    KRS and Professor X would battle each other mentally

    With rhymes, these two team captains waste no time

    Charles Xavier tried to invade Kris Parker's mind

    He shot a cerebral probe at Kris's mind, but he missed it

    Professor X taken out by the Blastmaster's metaphysics

    Round two, new fight, word to life, you gotta see this

    Locked in mortal combat is Dr. Strange and The Genius

    Here son, he's no match, let that grafted wizard have it

    'My Liquid Sword slashes straight through Dr. Strange's Magic'

    Another hero down, and now the score is two to zero

    Gy words from the Genius, and he's still my rhymin hero

    Now the next fight was conducted in a rough like manner

    Specifically between Reggie Noble and Dr. David Banner

    Or should I say the Incredible Hulk when he's amped off the gamma?

    But Reggie Noble soon became the Incredilbe Redman and slammed him

    You know how Redman gets when his adrenaline starts pumpin

    Started schitzin in the ring, so then the Thing tired jump in

    Ben Grimm leaps into the ring, and after Redman he lunges

    'But Reggie Noble dropped him with two Brick City punches!'

    Rhymes by the bunches, bums get dirtier than Middle Eastern dugeouns

    Ready to set this like Detective Columbo and his hunches

    While the ref's clean out the ring, cause the last fight was so intense

    Let's do a live interview with the brother named Common Sense

    'Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense, and Iceman tried to freeze me,

    So I took him to Chicago and told him to take it easy

    He couldn't see me with my applejack hat and hightops

    Colussus and Cyclops, I got No I.D. and Y Not'

    Good lookin Common Sense, that last album was tight

    Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight

    Now the next fight had to be the craziest of all times

    We got Dr. Octapus 'versus the mighty Busta Rhymes!'

    Doc Oct versus Busta? Man that stuff is dead

    He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up agaisnt the dreads

    'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octapus, who you think you grabbin?

    The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen

    Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when

    I slap you with my dreads, lights out, you'll kiss the canvas'

    Before my eyes, I see the demise of another superhero

    Next up is Ras Kass versus Magneto

    Now anything goes when Magneto battles foes

    Ras Kass had him shivering, delivering ultramagnetic blows

    Magneto was now deceased, and a wise man said it best

    "The sun rises in the east, but they can still set it the west"

    Now with all these heroes down, Stan Lee refuses to surrender

    He got Storm from the X-Men, as if I couldn't match the gender

    Stan Lee shouts 'Excelsior!' Yo, Stan you best to chill

    'There's no match for Storm,' I guess he's never heard of Lauryn Hill

    Now we all kow Storm controls the temperature and weather

    Started runnin' off at the lip, and L-Boog was like 'Whatever'

    See she just got home fom tours, she's a bit to tired to spar

    So she clocked Storm over the head with my man Wyclef's guitar

    All silence is ceased, out of nowhere comes the Beast

    Versus Jeru the Damaja, the Black Prophet from the east

    Releasing rhymes that will pound you into the ground, there'll be no

    round two

    Another victory for hip-hop from the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

    Now the underground sewer system that lies deep below the ring

    Is where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Das EFX do their thing

    Leonardo and Donatello, they both know we can do this

    'So kiggedty crazy Drayze hit them both with raw sewage'

    Now Rafeal and Michaelangelo, those two others who are brothers

    Brooks smacked 'em with the Das EFX logo, the manhole cover

    Whether you're plant or animal, vegitable or miggety-mineral

    Before you step to Das EFX you best be hard like a criminal

    Taking you back to ringside, just when you thought it was over

    The last battle was brought forth by G.I.Joe and Cobra

    Mercenaries and soldiers, G.I. Joe was rollin' thick

    But I'll get the military of hip-hop, a.k.a. The Boot Camp Click

    World War Three for '98 in the wake of all these troops

    I could see general Buckshot goin toe to toe with Duke

    Salute the captain, for rappin, cause now we know who's hard,

    Catchin wreck like Steele and Tek going up against the Crimson Gaurd

    Charging after you, smashin' you metaphorically smashin' through

    The entire Joe team is O.G.C. and Ruck the Irrational

    Then all of a sudden I hear this real loud crack!

    'The military punisher Big Rock just broke Roadblock's back!'

    Adding insult to injury to Stan Lee and his team

    We've got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine

    You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days

    But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze!

    Wolverine you can't hang, when Tical does his thang

    Paralize you with the venom from the Method Man's fang!

    This is the final battle as the stratosphere gets darker

    We got Nasir Jones versus Peter Parker

    Nasty Nas at halftime, headringer versus the webslinger

    Illmatic versus radioactive in the rotten apple where the dead linger

    He cursed the day that spider ever bit him

    And gave him a copy of the second LP, It Was Written

    For all up and coming emcees, I've got a question,

    If I made a Secret Wars Part Two, would your name even be mentioned?

    Would you make the final cut?

    I make even the nicest give their titles up

    Writing rhymes slash fighting crimes like the Blue Falcoln and Dynomutt

    Stick around for the next battle slash adventure,

    And if you see Stan Lee, tell him that the Last Emperor sent ya *echoes

  • uk at its best! classic ep.
    always liked Braintax's verse

    In my capsule, blast trough, green escape pod
    Floating on through the velvet robes, a sun god
    Radio has gone dead I navigate past the Plough
    Feel ecstatic, like "Hey mum look at me now!"
    Rough course traveling, infinite space palace
    Hope I'm on the face with Aurora Borealis type light shows
    Diamonds where I tread on space carpet
    Volcanic aeronus, brewed 'em in the Antarctic
    Show me a sign, a doc for the inter-planetary flea market
    Buy a frozen apple, I'll preserve for the shower when your ship gets hit
    Burning up, I remember Earth, chewing on the pips
    [Pip Pip Pip Pip]
    Your lasers can't touch my tracking
    I'm startsinct, with universal underground backing
    The moonhopping massive and the cloud-steppers
    Plutionians, satenights, guided by satellites
    My stellar encompasses energy and mindstate
    Emit solar power, O2 and gyrate
    Stay adrift, oceans down before ships
    Sail my galleon, caravan time-line trips


    - the cosmic gypsies[/ame]

  • ^ Task force are really sick! Really nice flow and lyrics.


    always love this one :-)

    sorry I didnt type the verse.

  • Old school Run DMC;

    We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
    and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins
    Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
    Don't want nobody's name on my behind
    Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
    D by my side and Jay with the beat

  • for the PE homage:

    I got a letter from the dmv
    The other day
    I opened and read it
    It said they were suckers
    They tried to tell me that my license was suspended
    I got offended
    For a minute then pretended
    That I never even got the damn letter
    Its nine oclock
    On the dot
    So I think Id better
    Scoot off to school
    cause in class theres a test
    I gotta dress fast
    Grab my glasses and my vest
    Oh damn
    As hardheaded as I am
    Hopped in my hootie ride
    Pumped up the jam
    Put it in reverse
    Into first
    And disperse and
    From that very moment on my day got worse

  • the pharcyde's first album was all sorts of awesome.....

  • true, 2nd was only all about drop and runnin'

  • Classic from Nas on Verbal Intercourse:

    Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
    I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
    When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
    to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
    Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
    Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
    Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
    I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
    while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
    Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
    Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
    pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
    It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
    Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
    From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

  • Pharaohe's first verse on Bring It On

    Mind chip
    I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo
    Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips
    and then Ill spit Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out that itty bitty style you upchuck Betta believe I buttf**k MCs from the rear it appears youre stuck up Its my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart
    You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start
    I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow thats to the rhythm Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em a lobotomy, follow me Im shapin your brain.. like.. pottery
    all over the track
    Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe
    Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions
    You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at
    which they are connecting
    I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style
    Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MCs who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild Fu-fu-fu-f**k dat, when Im in a renovative state of mind
    Im innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone Im prone to be eliminating
    Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along
    Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on

    Bring it on motherf**ker bring it on (8X)

    Also Buckshot's first verse on Enta Da Stage

    Jump up
    All my niggas in the house raise up your blunts just once
    I'm bringin it back, back to the original crook
    Flippin the hook like flippin a book
    Niggas know my style cause I be buckwildin on Franklin
    It's time for Buck cause you're dead and stinkin
    The original comin through with the boogaloo
    What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who
    Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin your back
    And breakin the fact that your act is a shitty pack
    You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock
    Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock
    So ease out, selector, play that shit
    For all my niggas locked down, play that shit
    For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit
    And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split
    So polly I'ma give you every page
    Bustin the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage

  • Not going to type this out but an epic tune. All lyrics are fantastic!


  • "we're heading for venus, well maybe they've seen us"

    /possibly the greatest rhyming couplet in recorded music history
    //haters gonna...

  • ^^ same page pea, come on you know the rules! ;p

  • catfood, gotta do better than that to claim greatness..
    now this...

    raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia,
    raw like cocaine straight from bolivia

  • fuvk off. im pissed.

  • ^^ same page pea, come on you know the rules! ;p

    I might post it again in a bit.

  • fuvk off. im pissed.

    Its from the same tune!

  • I might post it again in a bit.

    :) i dont mind its a brilliant track

  • Danger Doom Sofa King

    [SIZE=2]Got y'all but it's not all bare and skittles
    Prepare the viddles, got riddles and spittles
    Crystal clear to the jock or the tittle
    TSSSS.. It's hot off the griddle
    Came to take the cake wether it's a lot or a little
    KABOOM... DOOM is nervous large[/SIZE]

  • A child is born with no state of mind
    Blind to the ways of mankind
    God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
    Because only God knows what you'll go through
    You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
    And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
    The places you're playin', where you stay
    Looks like one great big alley way
    You'll admire all the number book takers
    Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
    Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
    And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
    Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
    Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
    You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!"
    But then you wind up dropping out of high school
    Now you're unemployed, all non-void
    Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
    Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
    Got sent up for a eight year bid
    Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag
    Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
    Being used and abused to serve like hell
    Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
    It was plain to see that your life was lost
    You was cold and your body swung back and forth
    But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
    Of how you lived so fast and died so young

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Favourite Hip Hop Verse

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