Greatest Verses Of All Time

Illest Verse of all time, yeah, we better get some lil ugly mane representation! 




I'm blowing on a Backwood stuffed with psychiatrics

Coughing with a hack like a playa out of practice

Twenty in my nose, whatever get it done the fastest

Eyes closed, praying for apocalypse disasters

No gods, no masters, no befores, no afters

Ugly Mane will make you disappear just like the Rapture

Dodging destiny, still, that coffin like a bed to me

The voices spoke incessantly, my pride is what they fed to me

Tried to read the messages but words was wrote illegibly

Hennessy suppressing all my memories

Mirror showed me glimpses of the enemies possessing me

Toxic thought telepathy, living legacy

Rocking weapons like accessories, dying for supremacy

Really we're significant as centipedes

Crawl around the earth with no identities

You're not special, don't pretend to be

Your tendencies are so predictable it's difficult to remedy

I could read a billion books still not know what pill I took

I could have a million guns still walk with Achilles foot

Senim Silla 


Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines

Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize

collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high

The thing that makes killa's high

Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie

And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God

so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic

And get swatted for actin' fly

Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines

that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds

A close encounter of the worst kind

Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine

Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline

God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly

I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi

On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye

Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin

I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify

Walkin round ain't nothin similar

Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie

Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys

I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high

Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi

Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by

Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie

I'm learned in old schools of thought and s**t you baffled by

Conceptual intellectual fireslide

Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide

you musta forgot I, have your a** knockneed and c**keyed

Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide

Death to the Pop Fly

I always thought Vast Aire's first verse on Cold Vein. First time you hear him with his unique voice and flow. 

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Why do you love that song so much? You’ve mentioned it a lot over the years. It was always one of the weaker tracks on there for me.

Id honestly say the whole song Say Goodnight from Reks to.

Good call on the Reks too. 

This one by Reks is also very good:

Now it was once said by a known Loc G
"Always tryna come up", and yeah, that's a G
Uh, 'cause when I bomb, it's like a curse
'Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of 15, I entered the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clocked all night
And when I went to class, I always feel asleep
But I was out like a motherf**ker, if somebody beeped
My teacher said, "Boy, can't it wait?"
I said, "No, I got to put some mo' icin' on my cake"
I think I saved about 50 Gs
I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's
Mom's is trippin', but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin' is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama f**ked with the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin' five or ten
I'm not takin' a chase, I'm straight makin' a chase
So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta there
Because y'all motherf**kers just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherf**kers don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real-real Black Superman

Cold 187um. He's the s**t!

I went from, standing on the corner selling cocaine
To ripping shows live on stage hoes yelling my name
To be precise ripping mics is the light of my life
You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life
The price of my ice is sky high, I’m a fly guy that’s every thugs dream, I really love cream it’s in my blood stream

Etc

Em went off on no apologies it has to be said.

Love say goodnight that’s one of my favourite tracks of all time.:

Reality check too, didn’t get enough material out of binary star.

[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'll puke, eat it, and freak you
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
You'll think I pulled the f**king ground out from underneath you
(b***h!) I ain't no f**king G, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
f**k the planet, 'til it spins on a broken axis

n***as watch your back cause here I come again
Rapping funky s**t for the 199-trey
In 1989 I sold dope for a pastime
1991 they called that n***a Scarface
Started on the team when a n***a turned 16
Stacking that green selling dope to the dope fiends
Daddy seen a scheme, thou so it seem
Cause he hooked a n***a up with a nickel-plated triple beam
Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with
Taught a n***a how to get to funk when it jump
If static jumped off, then I was down for the dirt
When putting in work I ain't no motherf**king punk
Down with my partners that a n***a f**ked around with
Hunting for some s**t to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a n***a we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, b***h
n***as play for keeps in the city that I come from
n***as talk s**t from out of town, but they don't want none
If you think you want some, then go ahead and come
It ain't where you at, you stupid b***h, it's where you from
And coming through my hood is where you finding all the thugs at
Looking for some dope and they gon' show you where the drugs at
Looking for some trouble, well, a n***a's gonna plug that
n***as keep they pistols up underneath they rug mat
Show your little a**, go ahead and let your a** show
Talking that s**t, punk b***h, you better dash, hoe
Once I get it on it ain't no motherf**king holding this
Kinda f**ked up that I'm a n***a that be chauvinist
n***aroe, the heater want this fool to let the trigger go
But b***h, I got's to give you one to let you n***as know
I'm letting you b***hes know

There's a park bench that's painted black and white
And when you sleep there
It won't get wet when you wake up
Because the trees are withered
And so you dry in the sunlight
You sit there and you prepare to make a move
And so you go through each and every can
Lookin' inside tryin' to see somethin' that you didn't
See last night, wantin' to get somethin' to eat
And you go down the street
You see some friends of yours and then they all speak
You sayin' "what's happenin' man"
"You sleepin' in the park again"
"Yeah nothin' but a survival thang
You know what I'm sayin'?
Insha'Allah
Then again my friend"
All they want to do is play you like you are a fool
But I know better
You're safe from school through this stay cool
Mark, you are misskewed
An' now I know better
I maintain black
We'll overcome
In the sun
On the bench in the park
Where you lay when it's dark
And it's wet 'cause it's raining on you
You have newspapers and you'd like to go home
But you can't 'cause you just got put out on your own
You're thinkin' 'bout your kids
You're thinkin' 'bout your girl
You're thinkin' of all the things you did
You see the children play
You hear the people barely look at you
Laughing while they run away

One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game
Man, we ready for that
Two soldiers, head of the pack
Matter fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world; it's bigger than all these fake-a** records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-igniter, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it