Come and drop three :whew: bars from three different artists

[mr. smoke weed]

Nas
Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those
Lay-Low's what they called him, his head baldin
Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin
Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah
And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar your life is over
Justify the righteous nova
Bullets flew out his right shoulder

AZ
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess
Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shyt
Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living

Ghostface Killah
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dikk
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Ore-Ida
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter

Add on

@stomachlines @Tuaminator @Knicksman20 @hustlemania @FreshAIG @SirBiatch @mobbinfms @Billy Ocean

 

[Farrinto]

Jay

Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more than it's about fame or stardom
It's about me being on blocks you barred from
I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other rappers names
So other motherfukkers can watch 'em
It's as simple as this - y'all nikkas get of my dikk
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right bytch

Jadakiss
We gon be like white men who go bald and get toupee
Thirsty, get they chest full of Kool-Aid
Practice makes perfect
That's why I smoke and listen to Big's first shyt
Before I write verses
In a minute you gon really hate me
Cause your dough can't eliminate me, flow don't intimidate me

Nas
Fake fiends be comin through on nikkas
Coppin cracks then flip out a walkie talkie foolin nikkas
Trapped in the cold world naked and ashamed
Blunts flame, my nikkas locked up under alias names
Hurry up and bail em, before the fingerprints match
Warrants start popping up, other problems will hatch
Need the green yo, R.I.P. yo to Nino
Who left the world blasting a .44 Bino

 

[Billy Ocean]

Canibus:

At a thousand degrees Celsius, I make MCs melt
fukk my record label, I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds of pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
and change the position of your frame
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
nikka, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the Indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning raps
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital DATs
It's critical black, the Canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
tryin to diss back, cause nikkaz keep tellin you that your shyt's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps, rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
til I hear it snap or crackle, or the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shootout with real gats
Y'all nikkaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brassiere, to Nasty Nas here
My nikka Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear


RZA:

Y'all bytches love dances, and pulling down your pants
while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances
Your friends ain't shyt, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dikk
The whole projects is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer drinking, p*ssy stinking
fukking so much your ass and titties start shrinking
New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid
Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays
Inside my lab, I'm going mad
Took two drags off the blunt, and started breaking down the flag:
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe


Nas:

A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki out the game
Cause entertainment money now is off the chain
I put blunts in nikkas caskets, lost in the game
I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game
But I'm neva gon' die, I neva heard of death
Energy could neva be destroyed
Only the flesh, when you nikkas try to murder me
With bullets to my head
This is my you can't kill me nikkas
I'm already dead, BRING IT!!
I'm busting bodies fall in the cemetery
Black blood raining on the street
All you nikkas, buried y'all
nikkas just came home, fresh out the state greens
Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens
It's pitiful - what bid could do, especially federal
Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison
Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan
But thought I was dreaming
I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons
I cried with every bit of strength of my small body
This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny
Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up
You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck
You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave
Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade
You're on top -- WHAT?
Copy and fukk, I said it first, you repeated
Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated
Y'all nikkas all hail, the King is dead
He running like a bytch with his tail between his legs
'Stillmatic', still eye 4 an eye, wanna be God
You're just the next rapper to die, fukking with Nas

 

[mr. smoke weed]

@Billy Ocean

Canibus's verse from Desperado's may be the GOAT feature verse ever. It's on every one of my exercise playlist. Washed prime Nas, Az and Nature (none of who came weak)

 

[Billy Ocean]

@Billy Ocean

Canibus's verse from Desperado's may be the GOAT feature verse ever. It's on every one of my exercise playlist. Washed prime Nas, Az and Nature (none of who came weak)

Prime Canibus may be the most vicious raw spitter I ever heard, bro. N!ggas was getting washed left and right by him on tracks during those couple of years.

 

[lucky lefty]

*insert any bar from the GOAT Hov*

*insert any bar from the GOAT Jigga*

*insert any bar from the GOAT Jay Z*

 

[FreshAIG]

Nas
Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those
Lay-Low's what they called him, his head baldin
Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin
Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah
And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar your life is over
Justify the righteous nova
Bullets flew out his right shoulder

AZ
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess
Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shyt
Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living

Ghostface Killah
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dikk
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Ore-Ida
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter

Add on

@stomachlines @Tuaminator @Knicksman20 @hustlemania @FreshAIG @SirBiatch @mobbinfms @Billy Ocean

I'll contribute later, just wanted to say those last 3 bars of Nas verse is constantly stuck in my head.

 

[BmoreGorilla]

O.C.

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
fukk who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
All 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 bytch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin' like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetratin 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

Sean Price

Aiyo, shorty look good
Nah, she ugly, but I'm drunk as hell, so fukk it shorty look good
The bytch did E, plus she smoke good trees
So me being who I be, I had to do me
The bytch wanted me to straight spend the cash
Slow up, slow fukks, Teddy Pendergrass, no
I'm quick to bend your ass, the fukk over
Then jump in your Timbs and dash, whoaa
She talkin' bout that ain't fair
bytch that's two dollars, fukk you mean, "that ain't fare"?
Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper
Only splurge on icebergs, Nike's and reefer
Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot
And a pocket full of coke, in case I don't recoup
Cuz, time is money and money is time
And I just got enough time, to get that money

Big L

I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced-out watch
Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks
Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk, but I'm sober
They wouldn't fukk 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 wanna frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kind of names, try to hurt my pride
You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat
Talking 'bout, "Where the gun at?" I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life, I'm staying legit
I love to see cars come cruising by and playing my shyt
I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole clique's wild
I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm making hits now
I drink Cristal, I'm through breaking laws
I don't sell coke any more, I do tours
So get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down, them Jakes will do whatever it takes
Word up, them Federals got my phone and my house tapped
Praying that I fall for the mousetrap, I doubt that

 

[I love Latina women]

oh i ain't that good

 

[mr. smoke weed]

I'll contribute later, just wanted to say those last 3 bars of Nas verse is constantly stuck in my head.

I was boxing to Mo money mo murda mo homicide last night (Real Brehs by Dipset is next on the playlist) and Nas's "Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those" and was like

 

[mr. smoke weed]

O.C.

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
fukk who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin




Big L

That OC line will FOREVER stick and my head and speaking of Big L



[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
From killin corrupt cops, with motherfukkin buck shots
So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nikka we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shyt ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fukk they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fukk out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it this is one of my favorite/funniest lines of all time
Once a nikka tried to stick me for six G's
And I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese

 

[Grand_Verbalizer]

One that's stuck in my mind right now


My man doing life this his fourth he a predicate
nikkas he was fukkin with ain't had the proper etiquette
Probably was rattin on'em, know they was stashing on em
Feds rolled they dropped more stories than bin laden on him