favorite eminem verse that blow your mine in terms of technicality

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im not talking about content or emotion im talking abou technical skills like metaphors wordplay punchlines multisyllable rhyme schemes that sorta stuff



Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
And I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then split
Man fukk this shyt; yo, I'm goin the fukk home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road


this verse was ridiculous in terms of rhyming
 

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Well if you're just talking lyrical complexity, without I doubt I would have to go with Infinite (any verse lol, they're all dope). That shyt is just bonkers. 313 is also ridiculous.

These lines from Any Man are probably my favorite ever
And all that gibberish you be spittin, you need to kill it
cuz your style is like dying in my sleep, I don't feel it


Infinite
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxing, the zany acting maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my track spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects 'em
Twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution, contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on a track fukked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring
Gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland

I'm Infinite, you heard of hell? Well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it but when I hear the beat
I'm tempted to make another attempt at it, I'm Infinite

Bust it
I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, fruit to stomp and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data, eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
fukk around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
It eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

Man I got evidence, I'm never dense and I've been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shyt that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic nestler, slam it like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
On my last jam plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit


313

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shyt so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fukking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will'll be sealed your casket closed you still'll be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shytty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jeru jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I shout with a slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with ease
Dethrone MC's and I'mma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands
If they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fukk Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack
 
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How bout we talk about technical diction?
meek mill just jakked this whole shyt but i bet he couldnt spit it as fast as marshall would.
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfukkers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfukkers act like they forgot about Dre

thats a tongue twister in itself and not many people can do it at a high BPM and make it sound clear. :whew:
and say it more than 3 times without fukking it up.
 

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The way she moves, she's like a belly-dancer
She's shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams
I think someone's at the door but I don't think I'mma answer
Police saying 'freeze!': doing, doing, doing
What do you mean, 'freeze'? Please, I'm a human being!
I have needs! I'm NOT done, not 'til I'm finished peeing
I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing
Mr. Officer! I'm already on my knees
I can't get on the ground any further, it's impossible for me
And do not treat me like a murderer,
I just like to pee
Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B, I sing song
It go Ring-a-Chong, a-Ching-Chong-Chong-Chong-Ching
Psych! I joke, I joke!
I keed, I keed!
If I offend, I'm sorry! Please, please, forgive!
For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet
I can get away anything I say and you will love it!


:wow::whew::ohlawd:

GOAT verse from one of the GOAT songs.
 

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As I lie on my back, like "no, I didn't fukk your wife! Put the gun away! Please! Spare me my life!" Get it? Lyin on my back. Sayin I didn't fukk his wife, when I did. Yeah I hit it, put my clothes on, hopped in the ride and slid. No time for bids, even though these nikkaz is barkers, no bite, except when it come to the shyt I recite. nikkaz be by the speaker like "that's that shyt I DO like", if u ever get locally broadcast, it's a slow news night. Oh u a tough guy now? Ya jaw can't get bruised, right? Im tired of nikkaz, thinkin that they usin me. Runnin wit them petty ass nikkaz, lookin like oogamee"
 

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1st verse on Deja Vu

Whats the difference verse

"Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off, Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of" :merchant:
 
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