Verse of the year.

[Harry B]

It's got to be that Kendrick on Power Circle

Dude came with the spirit of a 19th century preacher on that shyt

But Andre 3 stacks on Sixteen though

 

[Never Broke Again]

It's got to be that Kendrick on Power Circle

Dude came with the spirit of a 19th century preacher on that shyt

he aint even spit the hottest verse on the song

wheres your seabass

 

[DEAD7]

Rick Ross - Stay Schemin (feat. Drake French Montana) - YouTube


Drizzy

"I'm just hittin my pinnacle,
you and ***** identical,
you're like the ****in finish line,
we can't wait to run into you."

 

[JoelB]

Not including Triple Beam Dreams....

Loaded Lux 3rd verse vs. Calicoe

 

[HacksawJimThuggin]

for me, it's probably this...

 

[A.V.]

Prolly somethin off of this, if y'all wanna talk Nas.

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh1gTt_OLcY]Nas Stay (Lyrics On Screen ) [Life Is Good] - YouTube[/ame]

 

[Buckeye Fever]

Stalley-Ten Jesus Pieces

 

[Yung Fresh]

Lil reese on dont like
or Gunplay on C&C

 

[Ill-Mind]

Yea, I ain’t got time for these bytches
Ain’t gotta dime for these bytches
Breakin' it down with 3 bytches
Duffle stuffed with 3 6’s
Heat under the pillow, I sleep wit' my Mrs
And I’m havin' dreams that’s bigger than 6 digits
Nickels while I rest, possessed to whip chickens
Livin' though you addicted, to hit the next shipment
So high, and nikkas wanna know why I, ride
With semi automatic by my, side
I need a nikka that’s fosho gon' bust
And really I’m the only nikka I, trust
And really I'm the only nikka that, cold
New shoes, Cadillac on, vogues
Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes
Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold
And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement
Chevy only carry heavy weight, Lord save 'em
Just another victim of the game, can you blame ‘em
And he stay paid, can’t a lame nikka fade 'em
And most of you nikkas in the rap game dikk blowers
But at the end of the day, don’t get shyt for it
But me and mine’s gotta eat, so I’m beatin’ up the street
Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it
Send ‘em to God, tryna rob the godfather
And if you scared of catchin’ a murder then why bother
I’m peelin' off a knock for pots of hot water
nikkas wrote me off and it made me grind harder
Peace to the East, nikka peace to the chief
Got a slug for the judge, plenty heat for police
And a book full of sin that I reap when I sleep
Then I wake up ‘n I put 'em on a beat, how you love that?

Freddie Gibbs - BFK

 

[Roxx the King]

damn its between jay rock on money trees, drizzy on stay schemin and nas triple bean dreams. jay rock "lupe on touch they sky" his verse. drizzy verse been quoted all year and nas is fukkin nas...

 

[JetSetter22]

my candidates are

Nas - Triple Beam Dream
Drake - Stay Schemin
Nipsey Hussle - Black Faces
Nipsey Hussle - Fountain of Youth
Gunplay - Cartoons and Cereal
Nas - King and Queens
Nas - Hip Hop
Ross - Pop That

 

[PIFF101]

Brehs, it's too crazy...

Loaded Lux Third Round



Let’s get to choppin his fable
You’re a fake new Tupac and we’re fatal
But you’re a gay who’s really a softy Starbucks coffee’s mocha sends bagels
I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable
Man shyt, but since we couldn’t get your pops at the table
If you’re able, please tell em that hand that rules the world
That’s the on that’s finna rock your cradle, nikka

If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round
I’m guessin now, subconsciously, possibly, you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around
You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child
I’m bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the wedding gown
All I’m sayin is y’all married, yo
The scenario, same def and style but why are your expressions foul?
I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down… low,
Like “yo, like, that was wild”
But that’s funny, ‘cause I’m a little skepti-Cal
Had my peoples investigate you pal
Instagram for you Calicoe fans that have yet to browse
July 17th, 8:40 PM, you posted up
Aw nikka, you know what’s up, we kept the file

You’ve got some explainin to do, can we address the crowd?
Exhibit A
So that’s how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild?
Well we ain’t judgin though, you ain’t on trial

My beloved T-Rex says “Grown man bars is something you got to deal with”
So all of that collaborated, fabricated; it ain’t gon equal up to this real shyt
Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide
Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide
I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I
Don’t want you to hang your eye
Not for a second lil nikka, catch it, brace your vibe
Be froze, for death is cold
I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide
Bring me mine, nikka, now I don’t wanna break this bond
I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you
For the nights she didn’t write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine
I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind
How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride
I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude and you know it’s real good he gave you pride
Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine
That’s why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don’t take the time
You know what I think is fukked up? I think it’s real fukked up when those people gave him all that time
You wanna know what’s even more fukked up?
It’s for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five
That’s why I’m angry guy, ‘cause he didn’t take the steps
Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain’t your size
They say don’t whine over spilled milk but what’s a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin?
Oh he say shyt like, “You know, it costs to be the boss”
What, he too good for a payin job?
What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent
Why was that nikka to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies
But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y’all plate to dine
You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y’all greater lives?
When God gave him drive?
And that Big Meech backup singin ass nikka left your mom out here alone for the latest ride?
That don’t plague your mind? Them mistakes ain’t gods?
And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine?
Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin
Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nikka
Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines
Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs
Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive
But youngin’, I’m tryin to save you from your demise
You said it yourself, “my pops was a real nikka,” youngin that ain’t no lie
He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive
But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this
Would you kill the world to save yourself, nikka? Yeah I do think that was wise
Somethin to think about the next time y’all thuggin, drinkin and druggin

Hard liquor, y’all full of killers, remember
I tried to give him the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
Shoot her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner?
Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?
Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?
But I’m just tryna give you the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey
Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong
To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God’s army, or them Garveyites
Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner
Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of
But then he got murdered
You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nikka

I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed
You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life
You either gon build or destroy
And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it’s no wonder you talk all that young shyt
You a little boy that don’t get the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka

Look at me, king, look at me
He was so lost – you lost, nikka
Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN
You’re supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent
They told me, I said stop lyin, y’all hype em
You in the crib with pissed alligators and shyt
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted
Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture
“These Detroit nikkas still cockfighting”

 

[A.V.]

Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide
Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide
I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I
Don’t want you to hang your eye
Not for a second lil nikka, catch it, brace your vibe
Be froze, for death is cold
I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide
Bring me mine, nikka, now I don’t wanna break this bond
I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you
For the nights she didn’t write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine
I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind
How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride
I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude and you know it’s real good he gave you pride
Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine
That’s why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don’t take the time
You know what I think is fukked up? I think it’s real fukked up when those people gave him all that time
You wanna know what’s even more fukked up?
It’s for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five
That’s why I’m angry guy, ‘cause he didn’t take the steps
Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain’t your size
They say don’t whine over spilled milk but what’s a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin?
Oh he say shyt like, “You know, it costs to be the boss”
What, he too good for a payin job?
What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent
Why was that nikka to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies
But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y’all plate to dine
You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y’all greater lives?
When God gave him drive?
And that Big Meech backup singin ass nikka left your mom out here alone for the latest ride?
That don’t plague your mind? Them mistakes ain’t gods?
And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine?
Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin
Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nikka
Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines
Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs
Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive
But youngin’, I’m tryin to save you from your demise
You said it yourself, “my pops was a real nikka,” youngin that ain’t no lie
He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive
But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this
Would you kill the world to save yourself, nikka? Yeah I do think that was wise
Somethin to think about the next time y’all thuggin, drinkin and druggin

Hard liquor, y’all full of killers, remember
I tried to give him the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
Shoot her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner?
Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?
Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?
But I’m just tryna give you the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey
Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong
To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God’s army, or them Garveyites
Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner
Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of
But then he got murdered
You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nikka

I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed
You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life
You either gon build or destroy
And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it’s no wonder you talk all that young shyt
You a little boy that don’t get the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka

Look at me, king, look at me
He was so lost – you lost, nikka
Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN
You’re supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent
They told me, I said stop lyin, y’all hype em
You in the crib with pissed alligators and shyt
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted
Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture
“These Detroit nikkas still cockfighting”

Definitely a contender. If nothing else, it's the undisputed best battle verse of all time. This nikka ain't just win the battle, but if Cal was to go back and watch the tape, or read a transcript of dudes lyrics, that nikka would kill himself, kill somebody else out of anger, or change his entire fukking life.

Just

 

[PIFF101]

Definitely a contender. If nothing else, it's the undisputed best battle verse of all time. This nikka ain't just win the battle, but if Cal was to go back and watch the tape, or read a transcript of dudes lyrics, that nikka would kill himself, kill somebody else out of anger, or change his entire fukking life.

Just

Verse of the year.

Even Jay-Z tweeted

 

[Ziggiy]

Nas

1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him, I spread them, hit them and dead them
She says, "third leg from a legend is sheer heaven"
She says, "it is the greatest loving"
The tales you hear is the truth, on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis - this goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha



Kendrick Lamar

The reason why I know you very well
Cause we have the same eyes can't you tell
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a world that come with plan B
A scapegoat cause plan A don't come for free
And plan C just an excuse like because
Or the word "but", but what if I got love
I love them, I love when I love her
I love so much, I love when love hurts
I love first verse cause you're the girl I attract
I love second verse cause your the homie they packed
Burning like a stove top, they love cooking from scratch
I love what the both of you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much
I don't love anything else
But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself
To the point I should hate everything I do love
Should I hate living my life inside the club
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm season
Should I hate them for telling me ball out
Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' about
Hatin' all money, power, respect in my will
I'm hatin' the fact that none of that shyt make me real



Lupe Fiasco

Now I can't pledge allegiance to your flag
Cause I can't find no reconciliation with your past
When there was nothing equal for my people in your math
You forced us in the ghetto and then you took our dads
The belly of the beast, these streets are demons' abs
I'm telling you that setup in them sit-ups is so sad
The system is a slab
Corruption is the swinger sittin high ridin dirty, drag racin into danger
And it's so clean, pine trees smellin good
With work off in the trunk and nikkas in the hood
So I can't shed blood on any battlefield of yours
I pray the ugly truth comes and shatters your decor
And as it all falls down and tatters on the floor
I shed tears, I don't know what really matters anymore
Cause I don't know what really matters anymore


Andre 3000

Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, booming
Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
I'm trying to fukk my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my palms would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
Before the time she makes love to someone
that I thought was my homeboy
But boy, was I wrong, now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin,
when they enter
Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job
How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
That noose on us won't loosen up, but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
Like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't, um, Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Ya'll can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked
against me when back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
With such a devilish grin, like "where the hell have you been"
She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
(I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm)
And I set off these alarms, when camera's snap snap snap snap
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
They'll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em, don't pretend to
Yea something tells me we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shyt that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
All the women we were pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours