Top 10 Nas Verse?

[Hardaway]

I think so..

Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about nikkas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama
Everything you into is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
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?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror
Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya
Weed smoke three tokes nikka pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple



It's so dope, truly one of his best verses, and one of his best songs

The third verse on this song is dope as well

 

[Thief's Theme]

as much as I love Purple, Nas has 100+ better verses

 

[Juggalo Fred]

Not a top 10 but a dope verse either way

 

[Scarface sniffin cocaine]

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, nikkaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fukk tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

Lifes a bytch feat az

 

[10:31]

I think so..

Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about nikkas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama
Everything you into is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
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?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror
Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya
Weed smoke three tokes nikka pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple



It's so dope, truly one of his best verses, and one of his best songs

The third verse on this song is dope as well

nikkas thinking shyt sweet
I carry big heat
Wavey hair chip teeth
Up in his bytch deep

 

[Prolific]

Yeah
I never brag how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
In a Lex watching Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons
A TEC squeezing executioner
Wintertime I rock a fur
Mega popular center of attraction
Climaxing, my bytches, they be laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
Flipping mad pies, low price
I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My nikkas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip hop's got me on some ol', spraying shots like a drum roll
Blanking out and never miscount the shells my gun hold
I don't stunt, I regulate
Henny and Sprite, I separate, watching crab nikkas marinate
I'm all about TECs, a good jux and sex
Israelite books, holding government names from Ness
MC's are crawling out every hole in the slum
You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum

 

[Yoda]

GOAT nas verse right here:

walked up in the bank, ordered me some funds
Walked in the strip club, order me some ones
I walked up in the gun store, order me some guns
Your bytch walked up in the spot and she ordered me for lunch
I just ordered me some brunch, curry and spicy garlic
bytch I come from eating McDonald's
Girl you know I'm from the projects
I'm a G I come through ma like Wu-T-A-N-G we come through wildin'
I ain't chillin, Caesar with the chopper, boy you don't blow no poles, I know
I got me some angles
I got me some money for
I got me some haters
I got me some feds, I got me some cake
I got me some UPS, I got me a freight
Order some more money, order some more money
Order some more moneyy, order some more bottles
Order some more bytches, order some more money
I know you want to be rich, bytch

 

[Piff Perkins]

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
fukk a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the weekend
Hitting L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I needed time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
fukking with the corners have a nikka up in Belleville
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin two Phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops
He said, "Nas, nikkas could be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little b*stard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad shyt
I had to school him, told him don't let nikkas fool him
'cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered will be the cool one
Tough luck when nikkas are struck, families fukked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm ghost, I broze
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake shorty wop
One love

To me that verse perfectly encapsulates what makes Nas a great rapper and the greatest lyricist. The evocative, introspective lyrics are second to none. The picture he paints is vivid, he brings another character to life as if I had met him in person

 

[Izanami]

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
fukk a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the weekend
Hitting L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I needed time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
fukking with the corners have a nikka up in Belleville
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin two Phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops
He said, "Nas, nikkas could be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little b*stard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad shyt
I had to school him, told him don't let nikkas fool him
'cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered will be the cool one
Tough luck when nikkas are struck, families fukked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm ghost, I broze
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake shorty wop
One love

To me that verse perfectly encapsulates what makes Nas a great rapper and the greatest lyricist. The evocative, introspective lyrics are second to none. The picture he paints is vivid, he brings another character to life as if I had met him in person

That verse made it to the big screen

 

[pointproven214]

The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holdin out
Let the streets be the court - and corners hold the trial
Fatal not fictitious
I rock the cable 86 ??, foreign cars young with crazy bytches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin, ill editions of that Murder I WRote
A provocative plan, can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on top of the sand
In the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass, S-classes, chrome kitted up
Cali ?? lit it up
I didn't get touched checking my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch
Clutchin gats quick to bust
But knowin how these nikkaz tattle
I sneak move get the drop, one shot, without the gun battle
So when you run the lead travel
I come through it's taboo
Ninety-six ways made to clap you

 

[Foxmulder]

Just make this a Nas quotable thread.

 

[PikaDaDon]

Through the lights, cameras, and action glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style nikkas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props as a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual

 

[KENNY DA COOKER]

This thread is an OXYMORAN...

Because their is NO SUCH THING AS A "TOP TEN" NAS VERSE.....

all his shyt is quoteables..........

every fukking week when im bored i find myself quoting a different nas verse i swear he got one for every week of the year ..real talk

this shyt been on repeat in my mind all week:

in a mahogany..black scenery
filled with lightning and raindrops
im tied up in a basement ...cocaine spot!

like bangcock..vietnam mind control
its torture..his accent sounds like the rarest culture
asking me..my atrophy stabbing me gradually
says his attribute was Satanic..Masonic
Ironic..im reminded of my fast life ventures'
then blinded until the flashlight enters....

good gracious....nas is ungodly with the lyrics

 

[Menelik II]

One A.M., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S.
With my grimeys,
blowin' up throughout the 90's
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece.
Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause shyt gets hot,
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fate and plot.
While nikkas walk around with' all they got in one knot.
For real, I build a mini-Israel, others the fish scale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
You ain't from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'.

 

[SirBiatch]

One A.M., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S.
With my grimeys,
blowin' up throughout the 90's
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece.
Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause shyt gets hot,
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fate and plot.
While nikkas walk around with' all they got in one knot.
For real, I build a mini-Israel, others the fish scale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
You ain't from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'.

Whole verse is genius but that bar is