GOAT verses

[Im Kemet Rocky & I like penis]

1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants and silver back orangutangs
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat
Hittin' somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine and reminded anything goes,
be what you wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
Hot! Get a life now, they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell,
look at what came in the mail,
A scale and some Arm and Hammer,
solid gold grill and a baby's m`ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers,
stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nikka wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, thangs are wrong
Well not really it was bad all along
Before you left, adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
Believe there's always mo
Owwww!

[BIG BOI]
Well it's the m i crooked letter coming around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch
Please, ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere
I'm bendin corners in my lac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here
Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia
Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin
Catfish and grits is how my flow flow
Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go
See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin
And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then
To catch a buzz like a bumble bee
nikkaz who tried to fukk with me
Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see

[ANDRE]
My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock
No my heart don't pump no koolaid
... and you'll get you spray
Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast
Many a nikka fallin fast and
How you think you last-in
Quickly, they ain't gone get me
Got somethin fo'em
The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em
Show'em, who's the ok
Like collard greens and whole eggs
I got soul, that's somethin that you ain't got
That's why yo style is ro-ten,
Stop in the land of ATL
Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped
Quick to make a sale, swell
Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light
Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that it's that...

all praise these goat verses

 

[James Carter]

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin', like who on top of this?
People was tusslin', arguin' and bustlin'
Gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustlin'
I'm wrestlin' with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin' what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin' class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin'
You either make a way or stay sobbin', the shiny apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, Nasdaq averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

So much on my mind that I cant recline
Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I cant take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shyt that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me



To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
"It's yours!"
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bytches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shyt is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shyt I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker

"It's yours!"



[Pete Rock cuts and scratches "It's yours!"]

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new nikka, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

I could keep going but imma keep it light

 

[Im Kemet Rocky & I like penis]

Big KRIT, shawty
Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like,How you ask for that?
Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all they had was doubt
fukk them haters and fukk them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a bytch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' nikkas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fukk your career, bytch, I was born here
Been a killer, ...86er, nikka, that's my born year
Get the fukk from ...round here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bytchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fukkin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shyt up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
fukk your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfukkers, a true artist

Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bytch beside me, young god body
I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rolling the finest
You know the El Sucio Guapo, I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, the illest y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shyt in effect
Clowns be watching, best protect ya necks

In a world where kids my age are popping mollies, with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside there enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent
Or don’t know if whether or not they got one
Tried to change their life for the better
I was a drama club kid. I run with the fun dip. My nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, “fukk shyt”
Hated the popular ones, now I’m the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin’ me some
See I don’t beez in the trap, nikka, I beez in the b’s
And I be gassin’ in my buzz like some bees in a shell
fukking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bytches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fukk it, start being yourself
These fukking rappers got stylist, it’s cause they can’t think for themselves
See, they don’t have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy? Posers looking silly boy
I’m in that past season ‘Preme shyt, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shyt is [Diddy Riese]
Na’kel Smith. Trans-World page 64
Poppin’ like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I’m harder than DJ Khaled playing the fukking quiet game
The fukk am I saying? Tyler’s not even a violent name
I’m ’bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and he’s not finished
And my shyt’s missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See y’all nikkas trippin’ man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks I’m evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I’m the reason that her motherfukking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, “Hi, ” I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd. That shyt is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn’t fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I’m an athiest, that just worships Satan,
And it’s probably why I’m not getting no fukking album placements
And MTV could suck my dikk, and I ain’t fukkin’ playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shyt for their fukking ratings
“Analog” fans are getting sick of the rape
All the “Tron Cat” fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bytch? I’m getting sick of complaints
But I don’t hate it when I’m taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, shyt, who gives a fukk what I think?
My fans don’t think turning on me, shyt, they’re almost extinct
fukk buying studio time. I’mma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherfukkers a link, bytch

 

[mr.africa]

NAS - SUSPECT

It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner people swarming
Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "fukk,
nikkaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella
shyt's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
that the street's designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nikka you fell
First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
My nikkas never snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
Queens'll be the death of me



To the suspect witness don't come outside
You might get your shyt pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness don't come outside
You might get your shyt pushed back tonight)




Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bytches infested
Giving the jealous nikkas sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of
early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin'
Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nikka
to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome
nikkaz get hit and wrap the plastic
The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you


It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shyt mesmerized
Mega live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver make him a believer
Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver
Bond is my life so I live by my word
Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin
Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepin

 

[kevin arnold]

[Jay-Z]
Wether we dribble out this motherfukker
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfukker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfukker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfukker
Some day the cops will kill a motherfukker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing
Motherfukker damn
Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride
Through the sky I
Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we
All poor getting high I
seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing
I received I'm from the dirt
I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park
Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and
Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through
And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn

 

[Im Kemet Rocky & I like penis]

nikkaz thinkin shyt sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bytch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, nikkaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shyt on some Mobb shyt
We mobbin, puttin nikkaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod

 

[Im Kemet Rocky & I like penis]

Yeah
Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, want a description, my royal highness
So many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minus
Went from yellin crickets and crows, bytches and hoes to queen thangs
Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you soft
talkin like that, man fukk them nikkaz I’m goin off
and comin right back, like boomerangs when you throw em
With these old ghetto poems, Thinkin' it's better for em
When they can let they thumb, down from hitchikin, invitin' nikkaz
into the temple they call the body, now everybody got it
Had it, talked about it amongst they friends
Comin around my crew lookin Jazzy, wanna pretend
like you Ms. Goodie, Four-Shoes, even Bo knew, that you got poked
like acupuncture patients while our nation is a boat
Straight sinkin, I hate thinkin that these the future mommas
of our chillun, they fukkin a different nikka every time
they get the feelin to, I’m willin to go the extra kilo-meter
just to see my senorita get her pillow
on the side of my bed where no girl ever stay
House and doctor was the games we used to play
but now it’s real Jazzy Belle...

 

[the rhyme king]

makaveli hail mary


[Makaveli]
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p*ssy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening
Seeing nikkas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killing fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fukked in this shyt
Stuck, nikkas is lucky if we bust out this shyt, plus
mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
fukk the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary

 

[JuvenileHell]

Yo
My empire strikeswith the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake nikkas that hire stakes
We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great
Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate
The rebirth, a nikka who lived an ill life
The one before me was of an even more trife
My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin
And put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o
Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o
He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote
Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach
I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats
And when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats
My formulae-I live life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
Prodigy turnin' nikkas to proteges
My protege I advise ya ass to make way
Make way...for fully-auto gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game
This man is half mad scientist-half sane
Create a rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis
Here take a toke of this daily rare vocalist
Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust
Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em
Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shyt!)
And let the venom soak in
You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shyt I write
Leavin nikkas stuck, I let spit
Trapped up in a web of a nikka that's sick
I'll wrap you up in coc00n, you caught up in the midst
As dangerous as risky business fukkin with this
Contender number one I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this
But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex
Man down, now who dares to go next?
Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shyt
Atomic, no time for calm shyt
We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit
Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded
Take heed to the apostle's warning
Word up!

Nasty

 

[I.AM.PIFF]

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain like a rifle

Ya'll know the rest