Songs or lines that gives you chills...

[bartek420]

I've seen it all up close, shyt out the movies you'd be buggin'
My cousin Chuchi, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven
He wasn't playin', blew out the flame and started inhalin'
Baring a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin'
~Big Pun - Capital Punishment

Make no mistake, this shyt as real as Joe
We follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me: where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams
And even if you kill me, I'll still be in your fukkin' dreams
~Big Pun - You Ain't A Killer

The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shyt eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
~ You already know

It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
~Nas - Halftime

Take away hate, now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me
The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
~DMX - Look Thru My Eyes

nikka died with his gun still up in the holster
It is comin' in the air? Yeah, it's gettin' closer
~DMX - I Can Feel It

 

[Rhyme n Tekniq]

2pac- Lord Knows

"fukked up I had to tell'em it was alright
and that's a lie and he knew it when he shook and died...My god" (shyt didnt rhyme but I didnt notice because of how hard hitting that line was)

That whole song epitomizes mid-90's black struggle. The beat. the lyrics. the atmosphere. Love that shyt.

2pac- They dont give a fukk about us.

Some say nikkas is hard-headed ‘cause we love to trip
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shyt
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember: you're still a member of the hopeless
See, you're black like me, so you snap like me
When these devils try to plot, trap our young black seeds
Look it, cops are just as crooked as the nikkas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models, our father figures is basers
Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep
nikkas at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me
Before I fear computer chips, I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change — what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' nikkas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the busters on top
I'm bustin' shots, make the world stop
They don't give a fukk about us

I'm seein' it clearer, hatin' the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior, so why the fukk these devils fear ya?



Just cot damn it, Pac was in his early twenties spitting this shyt. Great speakers, make great rappers. Dude knew how to communicate his ass off and tap into that "thing" with his words that just stick with you.


DMX- Ready to Meet Him
DMX- if it's on

Max B- Never wanna go back
Lil Wayne- I miss my dawgs (simply because i was a big fan for that OG CMR era"

Mystikal- "I'm not that nikka" ( the version with his deceased sister on the hook)

He follows up this song with an outro saying his goodbyes to his sister. That shyt hit me unexpected. Great way to end an album that up to that point was nothing but hard shyt.

50 cent- Many Men-(perfectly captures 50 at the peak of his song writing ability balancing vunerability with aggression)
50 cent- Baltimore Love (same thing I just said times 10, I wasnt expecting something like this to come from fif at that time)

 

[Yinny]

Common's verse on Respiration (the whole song really)

Spoiler: long

Yo, on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
In hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leaven
Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they bust strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy how he thought travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
A reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
A reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

Mos Def's on Thieves in the Night

Spoiler: also long but poignant

Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listening agree That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out running in place, chasing the style Be a lot going on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be loving the hysteria Synthesized surface conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages More than usually, speaking loudly Saying nothing, you confusing me, you losing me Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass Walking the street, wondering who they be looking past Looking gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slave ship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this Screaming "brand new", when they just sanitized the old shyt Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick That they been running across stars through all the time with I find it's distressing, there's never no in-between We either nikkas or Kings, we either bytches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other nikkas secondary That type of illing that be filling up the cemetery This life is temporary but the soul is eternal Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you Not strong, only aggressive cause the power ain't directed That's why we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just exciting Cause the captors own the masters to what we writing Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game Not good, but well behaved cause the camera survey Most of the things that we think, do or say We chasing after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave/Great I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm trying to live life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all

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[NaijaRich99]

Black Thought on his 3rd verse of Don't Say Nuthin was some straight boss shyt"

"It ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from aynonomous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin

 

[Bugsmoran]

 

[Conscious Pilot]

They call it probation but theres no Pro to it

 

[NaijaRich99]

Oh yeah, the entirety of Tupac's 3rd verse on Heartz of Men is some bone chilling shyt. It's almost like Pac was a general giving out his chant before going into war

"To all my nikkas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fukk a punk bytch
No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year, like I'm the chosen man"

 

[Nero Christ]

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukking breathing
- might just be the GOAT ending to a verse

Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground but you
Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready
Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
- this always makes me hit the JB

Mos Def's verse along with the last hook on Respiration gets me too

and the entirety of Pour out a little liquor too

 

[B-Mint94]

And if the rain stops, and everything's dry
She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky

 

[Pop123]

 

[Sad Bunny]

 

[Cladyclad]

I remember in high school she had a passion to sing
Now she see herself in a casket in dreams...

This queen never seen herself on this Corner
She still wanna see California
But this is her world

One of my fav songs, verses, & quotes ever

shyt is fukking scary af to me

 

[BlackDiBiase]

pac : 'mama dont shed a tear cause i aint happy hear, i blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years'.

nas : 'i need a new ngga for this black cloud to follow, cause while its over me its too dark to see tomorrow'

cam : 'its understandable that their animals in this day and age, the plantations rikers, slaves in chains'.

styles : 'a general but dont medal my chest, it feels good when my son on my chest'.

 

[Erratic415]

The last few bars of Suicidal Thoughts, and then the gunshot.

 

[FreedMind]

Lost some dogs to three strikes, so we ain't feeling you Bill

All these white folks asking if we voted for Hill

Yeah the coke and pills, mountain of drugs, I be making the deal

Start my own record label, fukk waiting for deals

Seen my brother in a casket and it gave me the chills

Fake love in arms reach, that's that shyt you can feel