Dem313wayz
Superstar
I still got American Gangster as my 2nd best Hov album
Give me 5 Jay-Z verses DEFINITIVELY better than "what we do"
- Thread starter Ed MOTHERFUCKING G
- Start date
I still got American Gangster as my 2nd best Hov album
BK The Great
Veteran
This verse was really good. One of his best as of recently.
Hov was back.
Diddy found those beats and gave em to Jay-Z and he got inspired while watching American Gangster and the rest was history.
Only issues was he updated ignorant shyt from the mp3 version from years prior.... with that not so hot updated verse and beanie verse. Original ignorant shyt was amazing.
IWasntMadeToPlayTheSon
Mutant Mindframe
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my nikkas
Bout to make a playlist with all these songs ya'll listing 
Early 2000's/late 90's Jiggaman was dirty with bars
Jay-Z sounded like new, hungry rapper
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
As a youth explosively, clappin' off the roof
Shootin' guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, Gil was my co-d
Spanish Jose showed me how to get the money nikkas owed me
Fast-forward: No kids, six cars, and three Rollies
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin' on Ooba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the Range with the ski rack, or six with the roof up
shyt, I light the motherfukkin' soundproof booth up
New shyt, y'all say the same shyt like you're looped up
Your raps all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorsese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-Hova—all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, you all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shyt nikka—Marcy son, what!
Sauce Money - Pre-Game lyrics
I hear this shyt for the first time on a mix
Early 2000's/late 90's Jiggaman was dirty with barsJay-Z sounded like new, hungry rapper
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
As a youth explosively, clappin' off the roof
Shootin' guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, Gil was my co-d
Spanish Jose showed me how to get the money nikkas owed me
Fast-forward: No kids, six cars, and three Rollies
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin' on Ooba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the Range with the ski rack, or six with the roof up
shyt, I light the motherfukkin' soundproof booth up
New shyt, y'all say the same shyt like you're looped up
Your raps all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorsese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-Hova—all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, you all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shyt nikka—Marcy son, what!
Sauce Money - Pre-Game lyrics
what we talking about first or 2nd verse
thank u 3rd verse
already home 2nd or 3rd
So ambitious 2nd verse
ghost of Soulja slim
thank u 3rd verse
already home 2nd or 3rd
So ambitious 2nd verse
ghost of Soulja slim
I was coming in here to say verses that most wouldn't say and you took like 3 of them lol
A Week Ago any verse
Squeeze 1st 2nd verse
Caught Their Eyes 1st verse
Neverending Story
And Best of Me remix verse 2 fukk it lol
Spidey Man
Superstar
Bout to make a playlist
bytch asked if I was god
da fukk I suppose to say no
U already seen me turn a man into a goat
u already know what I could do with this coke
dropped it in the water
made it disappear
than reappear
I had that bytch on a rope
that shyt was crazy af the first time I heard it
da fukk I suppose to say no
U already seen me turn a man into a goatu already know what I could do with this coke
dropped it in the water
made it disappear
than reappear
I had that bytch on a rope
that shyt was crazy af the first time I heard it
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat
Feelin' braver, durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan, my pops left me
And often, my mama wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home
To quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics
Raisin' my head to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat
Feelin' braver, durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan, my pops left me
And often, my mama wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home
To quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics
Raisin' my head to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
IWasntMadeToPlayTheSon
Mutant Mindframe
I dip, squat, then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure, know something?
From Coxsackie to Folsom, I'm loathsome
I scream out, "fukk the world," then I throw something
nikkas scheming hard, but fukk it, it's the God….
I remove your roof nikka let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fukk
Ignorant b*stard, I'm takin' it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun….
We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother….
The theme song to The Sopranos
Plays in the key of life on my mental piano
Got a strange way of seeing life, like
I'm Stevie Wonder with beads under the do-rag
Intuition is there, even when my vision's impaired, yeah….
Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm 'posed to win? they got me fightin' ghosts
Same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with….
I bring beef to a closure, know something?
From Coxsackie to Folsom, I'm loathsome
I scream out, "fukk the world," then I throw something
nikkas scheming hard, but fukk it, it's the God….
I remove your roof nikka let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fukk
Ignorant b*stard, I'm takin' it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun….
We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother….
The theme song to The Sopranos
Plays in the key of life on my mental piano
Got a strange way of seeing life, like
I'm Stevie Wonder with beads under the do-rag
Intuition is there, even when my vision's impaired, yeah….
Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm 'posed to win? they got me fightin' ghosts
Same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with….
This guy suppose to be the leader of the camel brigade and posting this wack list. Can’t even stan right. U hate to see it.
y’all be making me feel like hov
This guy suppose to be the leader of the camel brigade and posting this wack list. Can’t even stan right. U hate to see it.
Waking up on my dikk have some breakfast first breh
Btw that’s another verse I like more and that’s a freestyle. Cocksucker
Last edited:
JAY WAS WILDIN ON WHAT WE DO..SIMPLE./
“Jigga the shyt, even when he rhyme in 3rd person/Hova the gawd, I should be rapping in a turban/Haters can’t disturb him, waiters can’t serve him/Mike Jordan of rap, outside Jayyyyy workinnnn/Now watch how quickly I drop 50…”