best pac verse technically

[the rhyme king]

I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill
Lookin for a better wayyyyyy
My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
Cause even thug nikkas prayyyyyy
Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "nikka get paid."
No one can understand me - the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon

this verse was crazy he was rhyming his ass off on the 7 day theory cd.

 

[smitty22]

A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
[Verse One]
They say p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk nikkaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shyt that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bytches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfukkers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
nikkaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
[Chorus]
If I die tonight [repeat 3X]
"Tonight's the night I get in some shyt" - [Dr. Dre]
[Verse Two]
Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin nikkaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fukkin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous nikkaz and broke bytches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug nikkaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dikk, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nikka I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfukkers don't understand, if I die tonight
[Chorus]

 

[Tuling]

i have too agree with above poster, his delivery on that shyt was top notch too with the alliteration
my shyt overall

 

[keon]

thats one of the reasons why i think MATW was pac's best album..it was well rounded and gave you some of everything..that album was tupac in his true element

 

[EddieMurfee]

Pac even said himself MATW was his favorite album

 

[-Quikness-]

A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
[Verse One]
They say p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk nikkaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shyt that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bytches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfukkers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
nikkaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
[Chorus]
If I die tonight [repeat 3X]
"Tonight's the night I get in some shyt" - [Dr. Dre]
[Verse Two]
Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin nikkaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fukkin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous nikkaz and broke bytches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug nikkaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dikk, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nikka I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfukkers don't understand, if I die tonight
[Chorus]

There's no such thing as Pacs greatest verse but I always loved how he rhymed on this track

 

[-Quikness-]

thats one of the reasons why i think MATW was pac's best album..it was well rounded and gave you some of everything..that album was tupac in his true element

If I could describe Pac on me against the world in one word it would be .. Sharp

 

[Ultimate Warrior]

***snorts 93seconds***

Drunken freestyle

"Rather in New York or Texas
ryding moving the lexus
or the bmw i trouble u
throwin up forever this big ol W"

 

[the rhyme king]

There's no such thing as Pacs greatest verse but I always loved how he rhymed on this track

why u say that because could rhyme multis all day he was no one syllable rhyming type rapper.

 

[-Quikness-]

why u say that because could rhyme multis all day he was no one syllable rhyming type rapper.

I'm just sayin to me every Pac verse was pretty much fukking godly dude

That's why he's the greatest to ever do it ..

 

[Nomad1]

Krazy was a sick song 7DT was straight piff

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

I think Pac bared his soul more on the Makaveli album.

That shyt is haunting, eerie.DMX tried to capture that vibe with IDAHIH.

Conceptually, MAW is Pac's most well put together album, though.

 

[the rhyme king]

I'm just sayin to me every Pac verse was pretty much fukking godly dude

That's why he's the greatest to ever do it ..

u right props my dude.

 

[Truality]

you don't have to worry


Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why nikkaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
nikkaz die by my orders when I wrote this shyt
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
nikkaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves nikkaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshyt nikka cause I'm still fukkin yo' bytch
nikkaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
fukk with me, all this shyt pay, nikka fukk the fame

 

[-Quikness-]

you don't have to worry


Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why nikkaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
nikkaz die by my orders when I wrote this shyt
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
nikkaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves nikkaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshyt nikka cause I'm still fukkin yo' bytch
nikkaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
fukk with me, all this shyt pay, nikka fukk the fame

I used to believe as a kid that Pac was alive,when ever I hear this verse it always make me wonder a lil ..