JetSetter22
Rookie
Ross verse ain't seeing Drake on Pop that
Ross verse is wayyyy better and has more quotables
Verse of the year.
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Ross verse is wayyyy better and has more quotables
stepbackj34spud
Top 75 All-Time
Its between Nas on TBD and Drizzy on Stay schemin
Stalley-Ten Jesus Pieces
Mike Statik
Pro
ross drake and french montana are gettin votes for a VERSE OF THE YEAR thread???
smh thats how u know ur on the internet
Nas on Locomotive??????
Elzhi on Blue Widow???
smh thats how u know ur on the internet
Nas on Locomotive??????
Elzhi on Blue Widow???
notorious8562
Sine Metu
A lot of my favorites have been mentioned already, a couple that haven't:
Ghostface on Stella:
Stay dip, cute bytch out in Delaware, moving our bricks
So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear
She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin Luther King Drive
Whole team getting high, on phones
We learned different codes of pig Latin
So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns
And the crib is jig, Jennifer convertible love seat
That's worth forty G's from Madrid
In Spain, sipping cherry Cosmo's and things
Stella, finish the glass, showing nikkas her rings
I said bytch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fukk is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each bag, there's eighty grand missing
You pop up with a new Jag', with a bad system
I done sent your ass to Hawaii and Waikiki
When your man needed bail, you'll come see me
Rob me? That's how we do? You pretty slick muthafukka
You must think I'm a sucker
Matter fact, you gon' suck this dikk, how bout that for a change
Let me see what's really on your brain
She said 'Starkey, you violating me, stop it'
I saved up for this shyt, you playing me like a hostage
Out of all people, I wheeled you around, when you got shot
Be the closest one too you, and may I rot
In hell, yo Starks, chill, I don't think she that stupid
Since '90, '95, she came through, kid
Two million in six weeks, cover six space
Just to think of those towns alone, we brought a big steak
Ka - Collage (can't find the lyrics written anywhere online), so:
Killer Mike - Reagan
The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like 'leven, twelve, or
Old enough to understand the shyt'll change forever
They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror
But it really did was let the police terrorize whoever
But mostly black boys, but they would call us "******s"
And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers
They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches
And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches
And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets
I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profit
But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits
Cause free labor is the cornerstone of US economics
Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison
You think I am bullshytting, then read the 13th Amendment
Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits
That's why they giving drug offenders time in double digits
Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor
Just an employee of the country's real masters
Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama
Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters
If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic
Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi
We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil
Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby
Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan
And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran
They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
(Shh..) Who the fukk is that staring in my window
Doing that surveillance on Mister Michael Render
I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead
I leave you with four words: I'm glad Reagan dead
Nas - Trust
It’s been so long
Can’t remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns went off
I see your mom's she still speak
She don’t know I ain’t cool with her son no more
It’s old shyt, see forever we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef
End it with hugs
We buried our dead, been years
Why should I worry bout him
Constantly watching my back
Plus nikkas telling I dread
Another day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come back
Even if I’m in the right
Cause still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in dirt
It’s quite redundant
Whether you the hunter or the hunted
Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my nikkas’ names
I wonder will it change
Let’s ride
Ghostface on Stella:
Stay dip, cute bytch out in Delaware, moving our bricks
So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear
She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin Luther King Drive
Whole team getting high, on phones
We learned different codes of pig Latin
So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns
And the crib is jig, Jennifer convertible love seat
That's worth forty G's from Madrid
In Spain, sipping cherry Cosmo's and things
Stella, finish the glass, showing nikkas her rings
I said bytch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fukk is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each bag, there's eighty grand missing
You pop up with a new Jag', with a bad system
I done sent your ass to Hawaii and Waikiki
When your man needed bail, you'll come see me
Rob me? That's how we do? You pretty slick muthafukka
You must think I'm a sucker
Matter fact, you gon' suck this dikk, how bout that for a change
Let me see what's really on your brain
She said 'Starkey, you violating me, stop it'
I saved up for this shyt, you playing me like a hostage
Out of all people, I wheeled you around, when you got shot
Be the closest one too you, and may I rot
In hell, yo Starks, chill, I don't think she that stupid
Since '90, '95, she came through, kid
Two million in six weeks, cover six space
Just to think of those towns alone, we brought a big steak
Ka - Collage (can't find the lyrics written anywhere online), so:
Killer Mike - Reagan
The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like 'leven, twelve, or
Old enough to understand the shyt'll change forever
They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror
But it really did was let the police terrorize whoever
But mostly black boys, but they would call us "******s"
And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers
They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches
And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches
And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets
I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profit
But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits
Cause free labor is the cornerstone of US economics
Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison
You think I am bullshytting, then read the 13th Amendment
Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits
That's why they giving drug offenders time in double digits
Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor
Just an employee of the country's real masters
Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama
Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters
If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic
Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi
We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil
Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby
Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan
And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran
They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
(Shh..) Who the fukk is that staring in my window
Doing that surveillance on Mister Michael Render
I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead
I leave you with four words: I'm glad Reagan dead
Nas - Trust
It’s been so long
Can’t remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns went off
I see your mom's she still speak
She don’t know I ain’t cool with her son no more
It’s old shyt, see forever we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef
End it with hugs
We buried our dead, been years
Why should I worry bout him
Constantly watching my back
Plus nikkas telling I dread
Another day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come back
Even if I’m in the right
Cause still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in dirt
It’s quite redundant
Whether you the hunter or the hunted
Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my nikkas’ names
I wonder will it change
Let’s ride
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thernbroom
Superstar
triple beam dreams and its not close.
and andre3000 sorry verse was better then sixteen imo.
and andre3000 sorry verse was better then sixteen imo.
I know the term "grown man rap" is kind of cliche, but yeah. This is straight grown man rap. Wise and spooky shyt. Definitely one of the best verses I heard this year.
Truth so heavy it could rumble the earth
I dunked paint brush up in a bucket of words
Aint Nothing interrupting the urge
Might cut you worse than unguarded love when it hurts
Try to hold it in and my muscles will burst
Do an Incredible Hulk through my shirt
A verse make an old lady jump up in the church
Pass a plate around pulling bucks out her purse
Foremost and first my hunger and thirst
Is not for no blood-stained paper but my love to be heard
Reap what I sowed in the earth
Now watch what emerge out a soul thats disturbed
Leaning on the very last nerve of you scary ass herbs
Fake thugs and arrogant nerds
fukk no homo you a no home owning old grown
Unsigned chump month behind on your car loan
You got balls looking down on me
Or got a mirror on the floor trying to find Ali
And dressed flyly but so afraid to soar
Youre all dressed up and got no place to go
And so play a roll theres no hope of living
More like go broke pretending
Your whole image is imagined I manage
Low expectations high standards
Hip Hop is the legacy of the jazz kings
Kick rocks Im one of the last standing
Last thing I do is overstate the obvious
Mainstream poppiness underground sloppiness
Dumbed down thuggery and p*ssy hungry consciousness
Revolution for sale greedy communist
Seinfeld rap your show about nothing
Poetry played its all about production
Trying to get placements play like youre famous
Aint added greatness to nary a playlist
Take this bytch take offense
Or if it dont apply let it fly say amen
I dunked paint brush up in a bucket of words
Aint Nothing interrupting the urge
Might cut you worse than unguarded love when it hurts
Try to hold it in and my muscles will burst
Do an Incredible Hulk through my shirt
A verse make an old lady jump up in the church
Pass a plate around pulling bucks out her purse
Foremost and first my hunger and thirst
Is not for no blood-stained paper but my love to be heard
Reap what I sowed in the earth
Now watch what emerge out a soul thats disturbed
Leaning on the very last nerve of you scary ass herbs
Fake thugs and arrogant nerds
fukk no homo you a no home owning old grown
Unsigned chump month behind on your car loan
You got balls looking down on me
Or got a mirror on the floor trying to find Ali
And dressed flyly but so afraid to soar
Youre all dressed up and got no place to go
And so play a roll theres no hope of living
More like go broke pretending
Your whole image is imagined I manage
Low expectations high standards
Hip Hop is the legacy of the jazz kings
Kick rocks Im one of the last standing
Last thing I do is overstate the obvious
Mainstream poppiness underground sloppiness
Dumbed down thuggery and p*ssy hungry consciousness
Revolution for sale greedy communist
Seinfeld rap your show about nothing
Poetry played its all about production
Trying to get placements play like youre famous
Aint added greatness to nary a playlist
Take this bytch take offense
Or if it dont apply let it fly say amen
Ineedmoney504
SOHH ICEY...WE EATIN
don logan power circle or cartoons and cereal
Ineedmoney504
SOHH ICEY...WE EATIN
Where yo seabass?
if i fall in the field and aint no more air for, pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me