Favorite verses from your favorite rapper(s)

[AJtheOne]

One of my all-time favorite Pac verses from Still I Rise


Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant and Poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fukk about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
Will a nikka live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he's a mind reader, keep my nine heater
All the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed nikka
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nikka
Everywhere I go nikkas holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me, act up if you feel me
I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

 

[AJtheOne]

one of my other favorite Pac verses was from ALL Out it was the last verse he ever spit too

Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition's to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in nikkas like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So we feud bringing war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shyt heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of thirty nikkas, who all got me
While bytches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Gadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nikka like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps at Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin', then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug-nikka, that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catching cases, litigation
nikkas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, or give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin' all out!

 

[LauderdaleBoss]

Real big Yukmouth fan.

His 2nd verse on this posse track has always been one of my favorite verses from him. nikka just spazzed out on this shyt. His 2nd verse starts at 3:11.

 

[Farrinto]

Biggie's verse from AATB. That beat drop and "I been had skills, Cristal spills, hiding bills in Brazil"

 

[AJtheOne]

Tupac verse on Untouchable



the og version is a drunken freestyle, its him by himself no outlaws, my nikka killed it

 

[AJtheOne]

Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin' quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me
"What would you do if it was you?"
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed nikkas grabbin' me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
Four nikkas violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin' with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
Cause they win when your soul dies

 

[Dusty Bake Activate]

One of my all-time favorite Pac verses from Still I Rise


Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant and Poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fukk about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
Will a nikka live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he's a mind reader, keep my nine heater
All the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed nikka
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nikka
Everywhere I go nikkas holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me, act up if you feel me
I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

That's the Pac I like. Not the Hennessey/enemies Pac.

 

[ciubaca]

I know this is far from his best verse but i always liked it, idk why... Maybe because he disses jay on his own song, idk
Anyway i cant fint this song on youtube, i cant find most jay songs for that matter... WTF?

success, McLaren, women starin'
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king
In my vein ain't spillin'
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill, Romero
Camaro driven
I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin'
Is it the hunt for the shyt that you want
To receive is great but I lust giving
The best jewelers want to make my things
I make Jacob shyt on Lorraine, just to make me a chain
nikkas mention of one love, came home to paper in hand
Ain't got to brag about the feds young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies want to be my best friends
Best friends want to be enemies, like that's what's in
But I don't give a fukk, walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in
Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much
Like Mike Jack's ATV Pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this bytch breathe!



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[AJtheOne]

i cant find most jay songs for that matter... WTF?

Jay took all his songs off youtube cuz he got Tidal

 

[Zero]

Hah.. yo, suck my dikk out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shyt
Even my girl did grimy shyt to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nikka [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
To your cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo watch you say to him!)
You caught up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for makin
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
fukk you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shyttin
bytches hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Iron Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin sumthin

 

[KiD WavE]

Ma, I'm sorry who the fukk I am, I can't trust my fans
Out of luck, no constructive plans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand
You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't save our children
I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be
Your oldest son on the ground dead, but fortunately
Them bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the L, than we yell out, "It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunts from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
And little did I care what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score
But in the projects, I vision Muhammad, in linen garments
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu DaraVisqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in the dice game, God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
Clothes fit me like a crime boss, themedicine man
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are unfastening their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All this fast shyt and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me
Rip the Freeway, shoot through Memphis with money bags
Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat Beans fast
And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off,I count dough off when you sample my voice
I rule you, before, you used to rap like the Fu-Schnickens
Nas designed your Blueprint, who you kidding?
Is he H to the izz-O, M to the izz-O?
For shizzle you phony,the rapping version of Sisqo
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather Sean John,you bore me with your fake coke rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you liar
Un was your first court case, you had no priors
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
Have you surrounded, you and the fakkits you down with
While they riding Nas, trying to boost their careers
Corny as Cormega, all you Hip-Hop queers
Since Illmatic it was written, I am Nastradamus
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you,it's dark
Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block
I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
Did crimes and headline on stage
I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
Streets disciple, I'm stillmatic

 

[AJtheOne]

I notice all the Pac verses I posted are from his last year of lifeit just proves the point that he was getting better after every release

we lost the GOAT in the middle of his prime

 

[AJtheOne]

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love
Ain't nobody tell me shyt, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
World do you hear me? Catch a risin' star
fukk the love, nikkas fear me
Got these nikkas runnin all wild from my double-R
When we ride motherfukkers is sho' to die
Boom once I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, nikkas scared
They don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a gravedigga, fukkin' with a made nikka, M.O.B
Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
fukk 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfukkin made nikka





Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfukkers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from nikkas in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court building with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentence
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nikka
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfukkin made nikka





no man separate, what we create

 

[R-Typ3]

My mode ala Hustle & Flow lately

 

[Yehuda]

I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school, but it don't matter
Cause I'm sitting in history
Learning 'bout a sucker, who didn't give a fukk about me
They try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfukking rapist
So I stopped paying attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
fukk that shyt, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I don't got all A's
A high school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
But I got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there, mad cause I lost
Now being on my own is a factor
So I become the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewels
Making a living robbing fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it'll make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am I the nikka you love, or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nikka fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shyt out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfukking product