Best Rap Verses

[luka]

I drive up and down Harlem blocks
Iced down medallions knots in my socks cops think I'm selling rocks
Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk
but I'm sober they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow
And what you make in a year I make in one show
Now you want to frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride
You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat
Pockets dumb fat, talkin' bout where the gun at
I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life I'm stayin' legit

 

[luka]

I figure the configurations on exactly
How many steps it'll take before I get to the passenger side of the car
Break through the glass, smash the window
Put your hands on the dash, bitch

[O.C.]
I reveal Clyde, stick up your ride, give it up
Put it in park baby, don't let me spark that ass
Cry, you die, pout, no yelling or shouting or doubting my itch
No time for thinking, honey, make the switch
Move over, your end is near, fear me

[Pharoahe Monch]
I speaks clearly, I didn't stutter
I shudder to think the thoughts that would eventually
Shatter the hammer that tips the back of the rounds
And splatters the face in blood and stops the heart that pounds
Pain seems quite excruciating
When I think of how long I was legally waiting
Anticipating you to stop

[O.C.]
Causing terror throughout the late night
Seeing the flashing of the brake light
Door's ajar on the car but she takes flight
As a vice with tight grip, my joints almost torn from my arm
I must warn
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[luka]

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back, I'm about to begin
'Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
More or less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw, did or heard about
Or told first hand, never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
But turned bitch and knowing damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur, crackin' your head with a four by four
Realize sucker, I be the comin' like Noah
Always sending you down, perpetrating facadin' what you consider
A image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I'm feel I'm stone, not 'cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

 

[luka]

Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
Grow hydro, then bag it up, yo
Price that longevity, suggest make moves
Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow
Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo
Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope
Then glide, yo, flippin' the page, I go
Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow
Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those
Glocks blows leave 'em baggy and collect spot grows
Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht, wash clothes
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?

 

[luka]

A drug dealer's dream:
Stash C.R.E.A.M., ki's on a triple beam
500 SL green, '95 nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor-made ostrich, Chanel for my woman friend
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em
What's up to all my niggas swervin' in New York metropolis
The 'Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds, feels like the Holy Beast is watchin' us
Mad man, my sanity is goin' like a hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryna bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggas who could've killed you is down with my ill crew of psychos
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world, we just bustin'!

 

[luka]

Every time I flow I get this vision and I know
Everytime I know I manifest and then I grow
Everywhere I go I plant a seed I hope I grow
But every seed planted ain't always granted life though
Some grow slower then they flourish in the end
Then again some go fast then they die out soon as they began
Now many music on my seed
Planted in the minds to feed
Yes indeed I cut off bleed
I sweat in tears until I'm free
My set for tha 213
Wit protect to the e-why-e
Just soak it in like mother earth
Who was once this jewel
Is just a sess poop for fools
Truly world there's another chapter to that never ending capture rapture
I tap yo mental
And strokes ya mind so gentle
I'm the sunshine not the star and I rymhe irregular annnd bizzare
But I no exactly who I are
Ye..and I love keepin true and not off guard
Nobody likes to be a waterboy foreva
Neva seein the feild thinkin you got it together
Playin foosball in the street its yo game but its they concrete
Its my ball its my treat an its my world its my hit
And I live a hell hole in the wall and I don't never see the light of day
So flipnos controlin alla y'all but they won't take mines away
What is that instict
To react before you think and make that thought complete tell it to the weak
Smell before you eat
See I neva try to mislead
And I walk this planet keyed
Yes indeed I cut off bleed
I sweatin tears until I'm free
My set to the 213
My protect to the e-why-e
Just soak it in despite all this anguish
For a book of human language
The lion will never ever lie down with the lamb
That's how its taught when I saught out to tell em who I am
I exam
I loot for the bank and swam
Change my program
But they hold me back like water in a dam
But I won't be held
Even though I'm trailed with bread crumbs
Ill take em to the max headdrum
You'll need more then excedrin
Codina
Morphina
Niccotina
Caffine in yo canteen
In yo bloodstream
Ima well oiled machine keep my area quarinteend
From the gardens of flowinteene to shores of tripily
Scientifically ain't to rippen me I'm terrificly well spoken
See many attempts to get a glimps of what the hell I'm smoken
But it ain't no bamma
I just mastered this bastard grammar
I go outside my peramata and stretch out my diamita
It gets bigger the gamera so pitcture that wit your camera
(i don't no what the fuck he says here)
And much more hearts then yours
I just express mines a little different
Cause life ain't fair but who really cares?
I no some people that's over here but they wanna be over there
I no some real cool cats ye but they wanna be bears an when I see em chasen chickens I get heated like a flare
On your face looks scared ye space looks kinda teared
Your a square and I'm beyond comparen I'm rare ye
And I'm sick of turnin apples into pears
Soon as I get a little bit of it ima share
See I never try to mislead and I walk this planet keyed
Yes indeed I cut off bleed
I sweatin tears until I'm free
My set to the 213
My protect to the e-why-e
Just soak it in despite all this anguish
For a book of human language

 

[luka]

I put out all the fuck shit, fuck niggas, broke hoes, amphetamines
Including the bottom feeders, all the snakes and centipedes
Thats why I beat up the beat and I never let it breathe
Ain't no mercy for the verse, fuckin' let it weep
I'm just another petty thief, never had the spaghetti feast
Mind frame, godfather of the Genovese
Play the game raw, you lookin like a kilo was an 8Ball
To me you was a paint job
Ain't shit without my home boys
Share guns and yell die all in one voice
Im a motherfuckin' slider, not bein' modest
My bitch a goddess
I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

 

[luka]

Cuttin' corners on Coronas, tryna buck up on a bonus
Out here on my lonely, last stogie, but I'm focused
Now I know, friends parallel to foe
And all that good pussy leave you parallel to broke
I asked the pastor, what's the fastest way to heaven for a bastard
With a tarnished past? Give me your honest answer
With all this Hannah Montana, without the Arm & Hammer
Am I gonna get the slammer or the casket?
Tryna keep a level head rolling on this rocky road
It's a full-time gig tryna keep this Glock cold
I got the work, water in the pot, need a hot stove
And a down ass bitch, and a squad down to roll

 

[Corpsey]

The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standing
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you
Down a flight of steps then I'm throwing you back up them
If they don't like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and still have half left

 

[other_life]

whatever happened to gunplay?

 

[luka]

stopped taking drugs and lost his mojo a tale as old as time

 

[luka]

you can see how eminiem really shaped corpseys 'sense of humour'

 

[luka]

Kinda fond of honda scooters got seventy four
I got the riches to fulfill my needs
Got land in the sand of the west indies
Even got a little island of my very own
I gotta frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to account the amount i spent
Gotta treaty with tahiti cuz i own a percent
Got gear out wear to everyday
Boutiques from france to the u.s.a.
And i make all the money from the rhymes i invent
So it really doesn't matter how much i spent, because, yo
I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me really?

 

[version]

you can see how eminiem really shaped corpseys 'sense of humour'

 

[Corpsey]

That's my favourite rap song

 

[bassbeyondreason]

I keep a cutie with a soft booty

Hoes be runnin' up, "Can I get your autograph, L?"

No, bitch, I'm off duty

I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggas drop when my shotty sparks

It ain't no food in my fridge, just body parts

I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged

I never wear rubbers, bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it

A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute

I'll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a nigga body dented

And my swoll knob your main girl cold-slobbed

And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'

Ayo, crazy bitches slept with L

Then they niggas got mad and tried to step to L

But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special ed

So I suggest you spread, pretzelhead

'Fore I turn your white sweatsuit red

 

[luka]

Ah, check it out, yo
A-yo! Everywhere that I go, brothers know my fuckin' name
I'm floorin' niggas, and I only weigh a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin' days
Fuckin' with me, a lotta niggas was sportin' shades
I grab the microphone and scar jerks
Niggas runnin' up (Put me on!), what the fuck is this, Star Search?
I'm relievin' rappers like Sudafed
And if the microphone was smoke, then Big L'd be a buddha head
A-yo, I cruise real smooth like mopeds
I was rockin' mics since niggas was wearin' Pro Keds
I only roll with originators
Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refrigerators
I'm a crazy mean lyricist
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this
And those that refuse a order, Big L bruise and slaughter
Niggas hear me and take notes like a news reporter
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender
Killin' niggas like a Klan member
You can't touch this, your rhymes are too darn weak
Front, and I'mma introduce your brains to the concrete
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushin' the phattest ride
To take me out, troop, even the baddest tried
But they failed 'cause my techniques are liver
I'm so def, I need a hearing aid with an equalizer
You tried to hit a home run, but you struck out
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the fuck out!

 

[luka]

I get the boosters boosting, I get computers 'puting
Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture their brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah
I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real ball story, the loser of "Hoosiers"
I rock mostly Dolce, I roll mostly dolie
I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly
Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind

 

[luka]

Yo, I be with a gang a gangs, who hang and bang
Animals, orangutans
Hammers move, bangers bang
Damn it dude the game has changed
I got a ho selection (yeah), a whole collection (yeah)
A whole selection (yeah), of my ho collection (yeah)
And I'm big pimpin', stick dippin', quick shiftin'
Bitch listen, this isn't no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oww)
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim it yeah, bang it yeah (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)(oww)
And my diddy-bop
Barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty Glock
Dodge or you gettin shot
Then enter the bar
Hard liquor, get a shot
Get a broad, get her hot
Get her home, give her cock (Oww)
Go, it's your birthday
Go, go, drink it girl, it's coming, I know you're thirsty (oww)
Harlem's my birthplace (oww), tombstone dirt place (oww)
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday (oww)

 

[luka]

My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet
I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos
And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest
My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis
Self-made G, and them bitches know the business
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist
And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention
You looking for divine and a lil' intervention
And them birds don't fly without my permission
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons
See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing