DAR Hip Hop: Greatest Hip Hop Verses Of All Time

Compiled By @Phranchize19, @IUseCondoms, @TrueGodImmortal, @CherchezLaPorsh, and @JADBeats

Introduction By @CherchezLaPorsh
-Rhythm And Poetry. Dating back to 1972 in The Bronx where this new method of expression was just being introduced to the neighborhood, at the time I don’t think anyone knew that it would be classified as a genre of music and that it would not only touch so many people, but that it would also see an immense amount of change. Rapping has been around now for some 45 years and throughout those years, fans have been exposed to thousands of artists, millions of verses, and billions of bars. Today we get to focus on the verses part and attempt to do the impossible: Make a list of the best verses in hip hop. This truly was an impossible task, but we managed to get it done. Some of us have our own criteria on why we picked said verses, but regardless, these are our choices and everyone got a nice amount of selections. Let's get into it.

*The Notorious B.I.G.- Victory
(Chosen By @Phranchize19)
-Legendary. By far the greatest Biggie track ever recorded IMO. The delivery was on point the bars were perfect the rhymes were great. Biggie took such a dark undertone on this record but spit with ferocity and made you feel what he said.

"In The Commision/
You ask for permission to hit em/
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em/
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady/
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me/
The son of Satan/
They say my killin's too blatant/
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin/
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist/
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal/
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal/
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars/
And I kick a few flows/
So I can pimp a few hoes/
Excellence is my presence, never tense/
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick/
Real sick, brawl nights/
I perform like Mike/
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous/
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch/
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch/
Two auto-matoes/
Used to call me fatso/
Now you call me Castro/
My rap flows/
Y'all faggots ain't killin shit/
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit/ You overdid it homes/
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone/
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic/
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic/
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit/
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White"

*Inspectah Deck's verse on Triumph
(Chosen By @Phranchize19 and @IUseCondoms)
-Probably the greatest verse ever  from any member of Wu Tang. It's a classic for sure.

"I bomb atomically/
Socrates' philosophies/
And hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these/
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery/
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me/
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits/
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics/
I inspect you, through the future see millennium/
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum/
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics/
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths/
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in/
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function/
Heads by the score take flight incite a war/
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more/
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly/
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi/
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock/
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block/

*AZ's verse from Nas' Life’s a Bitch
(Chosen By @Phranchize19, @IUseCondoms, and @CherchezLaPorsh)
-Next, we have AZ’s first verse on “Life’s A Bitch”. There isn’t much to say except that it’s thought provoking, it’s insightful and he manages to deliver his verse with near perfection. He is truly a student of one of the greatest rappers and it shows here. This verse is the definition of “dropping knowledge” because that’s exactly what he does throughout.

"Visualizing the realism of life in actuality/
Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary/
And my mentality is money-orientated/
I'm destined to live the dream
For all my peeps who never made it/
‘Cause, yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 Percenters/
But something must've got in us/
‘Cause all of us turned to sinners/
Now some resting in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin/
Others, such as myself, are trying to carry on tradition/
Keeping this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us/
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us/
Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go/
But as long as we leaving thievin'
We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough/
So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors/
Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers/
Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high/
‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die/

*Rakim- Eric B. For President (Verses 1 and 2)
(Chosen By @Phranchize19 and @CherchezLaPorsh)
-The first verse is probably the most iconic verse of all time or definitely one of them. So many rappers have used this and it's stood the test of time. The flow and word choice were so great.  The original “God MC” himself, Rakim killed it on verse two where he manages to seamlessly integrate end rhymes, internal rhymes and multi syllable rhymes  all together for an amazing display.

"I came in the door, I said it before/
I never let the mic magnetize me no more/
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme/
I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line/
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat/
The rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note/
My mind remains to find all kinda ideas/
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build/
But still say a rhyme after the next one/
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one/
And you know that I'm the soloist/
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this/

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill/
No tricks in '86, it's time to build/
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed/
Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd/
I made it easy to dance to this%
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist/
Say "Indeed" then I proceed cuz my man made a mix/
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix/
his fingertips, so I rhyme until there's no rhymes left/
I hurry up because the cut will make him bleed to death/
But he's kicking it cuz it ain't no half steppin'/
The party is live, the Rak can't be kept inside/
If he's eruptin' just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme/
Cuz I'm better then the rest of them/
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim/

*Jay-Z- The Prelude
(Chosen By @Phranchize19)
-While this isn't Jay’s best verse I just love it so much. The double entendres (which Jay is the master of) and the flow on this track were impeccable.

"The game's fucked up
Niggas beats is banging, nigga your hooks did it/
Your lyrics didn't and your gangster look did it/
So I would write it if y'all could get it/
Being intricate'll get you wood, critic/
On the Internet, they like you should spit it/
I'm like you should buy it, nigga that's good business/
Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle/
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell/
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle/
As you see I can't leave so I do love you/
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper/
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper/
Back when crack was
What these pills are/
I was a real star/
Complete with real, cars, no video ones/
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run/
And my real life, complete with real, ice
VVS boulders oh they're visibly set/
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck/
You see Hova, wasn't digital yet/
Befo' Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was getting head, jobs, we call that intimate/
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette/
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a tec/
Fresh like Mannie be/
Chain like anti-freeze/
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki's/
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, Don't take Nancy Drew to see/
what it do, I'm a damn G/
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free/
That's big money talk, can you answer me?/
Before the answer was a 3/
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick/
Sure he's rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit/
That's why they call him Hov', cause he came before all this shit/
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights/
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time/
Woo! Guess who's back?/
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat/
Ten year veteran, I've been set/
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never quit/
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill/
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'/
I know I ain't quite 38 but still/
The flow so special got a 38 feel/
The real is back"

*Guru- You Know My Steez (3rd Verse)
(Chosen By @IUseCondoms)
-Gangstarr is underrated and this song shows you why Guru was such a talented MC. Check the wordplay and lyricism.

"On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet/
Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet/
Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set/
With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats/
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel/
Styles more tangible, and image more real/
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts/
When it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"/
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit/
Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip/
Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one/
Known as Bald Head Slick -- why is the press all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot/
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin riot/
Styles unsurpassable/
And niggas that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are harrassable/
For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond/
The mic's either a magic wand/
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb/
Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're gone/
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong/
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon/
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon/
Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on/
Word is bond... you know my steez"

*Prodigy- Shook Ones II
(Chosen By @IUseCondoms)
-You have to include Prodigy on a list like this. And what better verse than this one?

"I got you stuck off the realness/
We be the infamous, you heard of us/
Official Queensbridge murderers/
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware/
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share/
For all of those who wanna profile and pose/
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone/
You all alone in these streets, cousin/
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'/
And keep them shook crews runnin'/
Like they supposed to/
They come around but they never come close to/
I can see it inside your face/
You're in the wrong place/
cowards like you just get they're Whole body laced up/
With bullet holes and such/
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched/
You can put your whole army against my team and/
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'/
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major/
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player/
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight/
My gunshots'll make you levitate/
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old/
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold/
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told/
It ain't nothin' really/
Hey, yo dun spark the Phillie/
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas/
Why they still alive I don't know, go figure/
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation/
if I die I couldn't choose a better location/
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation/
Getting closer to God in a tight situation/
Now, take these words home and think it through/
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you/

*The Notorious B.I.G.- Juicy (1st Verse)
(Chosen By @IUseCondoms)
-Come on now, this is iconic. Simple and plain.

"It was all a dream/
I used to read Word Up magazine/
Salt N 'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine/
Hangin' pictures on my wall/
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl/
I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop/
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock/
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack/
With the hat to match/
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha/
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far/
Now I'm in the limelight/
Cause I rhyme tight/
Time to get paid/
Blow up like the World Trade/
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner/
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner/
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri/
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky/
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would/
Call the crib, same number same hood/
It's all good/"

*Big L- 98' Freestyle
(Chosen By @IUseCondoms)
-One of the underrated greats, Big L was one of the best to do it and this is a testament to that. Hands down.

"Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich/
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks/
And I'm all about expanding my chips/
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch/
With both hands on her tits/
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart/
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp/
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park/
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark/
Forever hottie huntin/
Trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin/
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin/
I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest/
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best/
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggas like you
Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop/
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked/
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the roc/k
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you/
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you/
Fuckin punk, you ain't a Leader what? Nobody Followed you/
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you/
You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit/
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick/
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up/
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up/
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up/
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed/
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread/
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head/
My game is, vicious and cool/
Fuckin chicks is a rule/
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool/
How come, you can listen to my first album/
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?/
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?/
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more/
Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw/
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men/
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten/
Have y'all niggas like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"/
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops/
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks/
I'm makin wonderful figures/
I don't fuck with none of you niggas/
I might pull out this gun on your niggas/
And rob every last one of you niggas/

*The Notorious B.I.G- Hypnotize (Verse 1)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-I must mention The Notorious BIG. I love almost all of BIG’s songs for various reasons but the one verse that definitely belongs on this list is verse one of “Hypnotize”. He never misses and the delivery is truly flawless the entire way through. That’s what makes the song so enjoyable, so smooth and what makes BIG’s flow so incredibly immaculate. BIG’s genius ran so much deeper than the words he was saying, he understood the intricacies and mechanics of rhyming and did it perfectly!

"Hah, sicker than your average Poppa twist cabbage/
Off instinct/
Niggas don't think, shit stink/
Pink gators/
My Detroit players/
Timbs for my hooligans/
In Brooklyn/
Dead right, if they head right/ Biggie there every night/
Poppa been smooth/
Since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to/ Bruise crews who/
Do something to us, talk go through us/
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us/
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff/
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch/
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3/
Bang every MC easily, busily/
Recently niggas fronting/
Ain't saying nothing/
So I just speak my piece/
Keep my piece/
Cubans with the Jesus piece/
With my peeps/
Packing, asking who want it/
You got it nigga flaunt it/
That Brooklyn bullshit, we're on it/

*Mos Def- RE:DEFinition
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-Mos Def from his BlackStar days. The song is “RE: DEFinition” and it’s Mos’ verse (#2) The entire thing is like a lyrical marathon. By the time 1998 rolled around rappers were trying to perfect what Rakim did. This is where Mos Def’s verse comes in. He manages to get through bar after bar after bar (more than a dozen total) of straight multi syllable rhyming. He skipped the simple stuff and went straight for the most elaborate method of delivery. He nailed it and proved to be one of the greatest MC’s!

"What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag
so I run through em like, flood water through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb millenium/
My rap's the holy gas in your bag, like Palestinians/
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon/
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim/
Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10/
These simpletons they mentioning the synonym for feminine/
Sweeter than some cinnamon/ from Danish rings by Entenmann's/
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them/
(Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it!/
Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant/
Intelligent embellishment/
Follow for your element/
from Flatbush settlement, kid posseses melanin/
Hotter than tales of crack peddlin/
Makin em WOOP like blue gelatin/
swing like Duke Ellington/
Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me/
The hot Apache who burn down your chief teepee/
You see me?/

*GZA- Protect Your Neck (Wu-Tang)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-Of course, I have to mention the Wu-Tang Clan! Specifically GZA’s verse on “Protect Ya Neck”. This track wouldn’t be complete without each member’s involvement but this verse is the greatest. I love GZA’s intonations and the comparisons, plus metaphors and rhyming pattern is dope too. He closes out the song and makes sure to leave it on a tastefully fun note. This is my favorite track on the “36 Chambers” album and it’s largely because of this!

"The Wu is too slamming for these Cold Killing labels/
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel/
Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel/
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table/
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent/
Your empire falls and you lose every cent/
For trying to blow up a scrub/
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb/
Should've pumped it when I rocked it/
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets/
This goes on in some companies/
With majors they're scared to death to pump these/
First of all, who's your A&R/
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar/
But he don't know the meaning of dope/
When he's looking for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap/
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight/
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight/"

*Jay-Z- 22 Twos (Verse 1)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-No list is complete without the mention of Jay-Z. Hov’s debut is incredible and highly underrated (even now) with an almost perfect tracklist so it was difficult to narrow down but I managed. Verse one of “22 Two’s” is my pick and the reason is short and simple. He stays true to the title and gives us twenty-two two’s in some form and it’s pure genius. He stays on beat, he stays on topic and the wordplay is flawless.

"Too much West coast dick-licking/
And too many niggas on a mission/
Doing your best Jay-Z rendition/
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions/
That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen/
Too many bitches wanna be ladies/
So if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady/
Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances/
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is/
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances/
No question, Jay-Z got too many answers/
I been around this block, too many times/
Rocked, too many rhymes/ cocked, too many nines/
Too... To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together/
Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever/
I don't follow any guidelines/ Cause too many niggas ride mine/
So I change styles every two rhymes/"

*Nas- One Mic (Verse 1)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-This was tough for me to pick since Nas is a lyrical genius but I managed to narrow it down to verse one of “One Mic” Everything about this verse is incredible. The energy, the sound effects to enhance the story he’s telling and of course the steady rise in the tempo to give the impression of intensity. I don’t know how Nas managed to conceptualize and execute this verse (and song) in such a way that you can feel, hear, and visualize every moment of the verse all the way through to the climactic point, only to have it drop to a calm and nearly nonexistent beat a split second later. It’s incredibly brilliant and such an enjoyable track.

"Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage/
One nigga front, my face on the front page/
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib/
One God to show me how to do things his son did/
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood, mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip/
Writin names on my hollow tips, plotting shit/
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics/
Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages/
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us/
Police watch us, roll up and try knocking us/
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up/
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again/
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken/
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hiding in/
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck getting hit/
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it, 'til everybody come home/
Little niggas is grown/
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb/
We need more warriors soon/
Sent from the star, sun and the moon/
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers/
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leaving victims with doctors/

*The Notorious B.I.G- One More Chance (Remix)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-My favorite rap song in the entire genre which would make this my all time favorite verse! BIG’s last verse on “One More Chance (remix)”. It’s like he saved the best for last. It’s smooth, the flow is perfect and the references and lyrics are just so perfectly fitting with the entire song. Every time I hear this specific verse I’m left in awe at how easily BIG delivers his lyrics.

"So, what's it gonna be? - Him or me?/
We can cruise the world with pearls/
Gator boots for girls/
The envy of all women - crushed linen!/
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em/
The finest women I love with a passion/
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'!/
High fashion, flyin' into all states/
Sexin me while ya man masturbates/
Isn't this great/
Your flight leaves at eight/
Her flight lands at nine/
My game just rewinds/
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent/
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president!/"

*Raekwon- Criminology (Verse 2)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-Another great one is verse 2 of Raekwon’s “Criminology”. It's the cinematic nature of the song and the rugged and raw delivery he has that makes me appreciate this so much. Lyrically he has some intricacies that make the verse an enjoyable one to listen to.

"Just a minute son...
AK's black bust back like seventy Macs/
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black/
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see/
Marvelous, Menace fo' Society/
But anyway, let's toast/ champagne thoughts with Ghost/
I max the most shotguns through the nose/
Phonograph hip-hop put me on top/
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot/
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit/
Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit/
And then you know, I'm runnin through the penal, foul/
Four-toothed child was wild/
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid/
No I'm not doin a bid/
Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck/
And the nigga chain was tuck/
Yo fuck that, Criminology rap/
Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac'/

*True God- Must've Been Angels (Verse 1)
(Chosen By @CherchezLaPorsh)
-I'll end this list with DAR's very own True God. Verse one of "Must've Been Angels" I'm always left in shock at the lyrics. It's thought provoking, it's got an incredible message and he raps it with impressive speed. The entire track is great but the first verse is dope because it kicks off the entire thing!!

"Sex, drugs, rock & Roll, that's the motto/
Was humbled by my growth, but steady speaking bravado/
I work my ass off to give you something to follow/
Stuck inside of my sorrow/
Hoping I see tomorrow/
My back against the wall, the pain I'm feeling is hollow/
I'm at my wits end, I'm out of time that I borrowed/
I'm screaming fuck the world, I know that they wanna change me/
So when I leave them all behind, I guess you couldn't blame me/
Though mainly/
My life is a movie, picture is grainy/ 
Maybe in black and white, these raps I'm writing to gain me/
Something that I could build/
Maybe even a legacy, if that's the case, then maybe I need to take off the shield/
Nothing has been fulfilled/
Not even prophecy/
Taught me that illusions come in three forms of democracy/
Are written, priorities in perspective, perceptive spitting everything that I see chronologically/ 
Was raised in the ghetto, a young prodigy/ 
Wrecking havoc, establishing, everything that's inside of me/
Guided me/ 
Though the depths/
Lost so many to death/
Had a bullet almost stop me, can't help but think that I'm next/ 
But I made it out the hole, right from the gutter I crept/ 
In my heart I always felt there was something there every step/"

*Nas on DJ Khaled's Hip Hop
(Chosen By @JADBeats)
-It's next to impossible for me to narrow down a favorite Nas verse but his feature on DJ Khaled's "Hip Hop" is a standout for me. The way he goes at describing his relationship with hip hop, the highs & lows, how she was compared to how she is now is brilliant.

"And if I cried two tears for her/
That would be the most that I can give to her/
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr. Dre, O’Shea/
And a host of those who passed away/
Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz/
You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit/
Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit/
She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm/
But the Source to her heart is love, Word Up, Right On/
You know how girls are/
She love when you licking on her World Star/
Kissing on her Belly, trick on her at Onyx/
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic/
But she’s the object of my affections/
God’s Essence, God bless her/
She bought me bentleys/ Breitlings, made some friends resent me/
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet/
She took me to places I would've never saw without her/
And she took me from my girl powder/
I doubt I’ll ever be the same/
Hallowed be thy name/
Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James/
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari/
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry/
But I tried her, used to ride her
for dollars not the fame/
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean/
She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing youngins the dream/
Noticed she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed/
“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty/
I was just looking out for my music family/
Wasn’t turns claim her to myself, she’s yours/
You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore/
I fuck Hip Hop..."

*DMX- Ready To Meet Him (Final Verse)
(Chosen By @JADBeats)
-This was all about him having a conversation with God and trying to find his path again while losing his way. This part of the verse really resonated with me.

"No longer afraid to knock on your door/
Not scared anymore to lose my life in the war /
After what I just saw, I'm ridin' with the lord /
'Cause I really can't afford to lose my head by the sword /
And now that I've seen, what I need to see /
Please take me, where I need to be /
(What have you learned?)
It's better to tell the truth than to lie/
(What have you learned?)
To love my life until I die/
(What have you learned?)
Violence isn't always the key/
(What have you learned?)
You can't always believe what you see/
(What have you learned?)
It's better to forgive and forget/
(What have you learned?)
Give as you expect to get/
(What have you learned?)
That I can't go on without you/
(What have you learned?)
I must of been a fool to ever doubt you/"

*Cappadonna- Winter Warz
(Chosen By @JADBeats)
-This was a breakout verse for him. I remember rewinding and playing that verse over and over. Just darts everywhere. He said he freestyled it which makes it that much more dope. It wasn't that what he was saying was mind blowing, I think it was how he was saying it.

"You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin/
For the sun of song/
I keep dancehalls strong/
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong/
Extravangza, time sits still/
No propaganda, be wary of the skill/
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum/
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome/
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat/
CD massacre, murder to cassette/
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet/
One man ran, tryin to get away from it/
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh/
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream/
Discombobulate your technique and your scheme/
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat/
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map/
Nowhere to go except next show bro/
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O/
In battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin/
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin/
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich/
Every other day my whole dress code switch/
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry/
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry/
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out/
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill/
See my face on the twenty dollar bill/
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back/
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax/
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve/
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf/
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection/
I damage any MC who step in my direction/
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard/
Niggas still talkin that shit is absurd/
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R./
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car/
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep/
Divine can't define my style is so deep/
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine/
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design/
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind/
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV/
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee/
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott/
Me and RZA riding name printed in the tablet/
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years/
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers/
And blunt power, born physically power speakin/
The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching/"

*Holocaust verse on RZA's Silkworm
(Chosen By @JADBeats)
-This was amazing. It was just random bars that were aggressive, but he completely bodied it. Song should've ended after his verse.

"You falling down a endless tunnel of doom reality/
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy/
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness/
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still disease kill viruses, planets and racial creatures/
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features/
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain/
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name/
Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns/
Back smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed/
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs/
Like mean curves/
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs/
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery/
My felony melody has to be a bastard's masterpiece/
Stop grafting me, chump-ass niggas eyein me, tempt me/
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty/
Spitting darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hideout/
Rock crushing German suplex, Watch spines slide out, the side route/
Forearm bash with twenty jabs/ On the ave or your lab/
Get stabbed in bloody bath/
While I'm sipping herbal teas/ verbal bees plant fertile seeds/
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees/
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus/
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet/
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars/
While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars/"

*Nas Life We Chose (2nd/last verse)
(Chosen By @JADBeats)
-He dropped so many gems in this verse and he had very real situations he was speaking on.

"Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you/
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care/
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?/
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe/
And you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo'/
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back/
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?/
What's trust, when they separate your case/
When you at your court date/
Your co-de', can't look in your face/
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?/
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'?/
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggas don't retaliate?/
They blaze purple haze with em the next day?/
God forbid one of my niggas get hit, I'ma go haywire/
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire/
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react/
Til you in that position, and that's an actual fact/
The hearts of men change as time goes on/
Who's wrong?/
You was hungry when you stuck Duke/
He came back to buck you/
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90/
On your deathbed you regret being grimy/
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?/
A ghetto child raised around drugs/
Til he's old enough to bust slugs?/
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse/
When he come home to catch another case?/
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it/
You did it, heaven or hell or prison/
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor/
I told ya, you gettin older, player, look at those who gave up/"

*Mos Def- Thieves In The Night (Blackstar)
(Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal)
-One of the most classic verses in Mos' career. Might be his best. Period

"Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listenin' agree/
That everything you see ain't really how it be/
A lot of jokers out runnin' in place, chasin the style/
Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile/
Most cats in my area be lovin' the hysteria/
Synthesized surface conceals the interior/
America, land of opportunity/ mirages and camouflages
More than usually/
Speaking loudly, sayin' nothin'
You confusin' me, you losin' me/
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary/
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly/
Buffoonishly accept the deception/
Believe the perception/
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin' glass/
Walkin' the street, wonderin' who they be lookin' past/
Lookin' 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/
Screamin' brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit/
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick/
That they been runnin' across stars through all the time with/
I find it's distressin', there's never no in-between/
We either niggas or Kings
We either bitches 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 niggaz secondary/
That type of illin' that be fillin' 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 excitin'/
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin'/
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 ca-me-ra survey/
Most of the things that we think, do, or say/
We chasin' after death just to call ourselves brave/
But everyday, next man meet with the grave/
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy/
I'm tryin' to live life in the sight of God's memory/
Like that y'all

*Nas- Watch Dem Niggas (Verse 1)
(Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal)
-The way Nas put this together was absolutely flawless. It Was Written was my favorite Nas album, and this verse is my favorite one of the album.

"They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive/
It's just the likeness/
Of Isrealites mist/
That made me write this/
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time/
Food for thought or rather mind wine/
The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis/
On how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret/
It's mandatory/
See that pussy, they hand it to me/
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story/
There ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me/
My gator brand is Maurry/
Walkin through rough land before me/
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck/
Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck/
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages/
Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges/
Really it's papers I'm addicted to/
Wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you/
The mag inside the triple goose/
Face down on the floors, the routine/
Don't want hear nobody blow steam/ 
Just cream or it's a smoke screen/
Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps/
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant/"

*Jay-Z- D'Evils (Verse 1)
(Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal)
-This is Jay in his prime. And at his best. Point blank period. This or his verse on Can I Live are the best on the entire Reasonable Doubt album.

"This shit is wicked on these mean streets/
None of my friends speak/
We're all trying to win/
But then again/
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when your're saying too much/
You know they're trying to get you touched/
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics/
And the workings of the underworld, granted/
Nine to five is how ya survive, I ain't trying to survive/
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it alive/
Life ills/ 
Poison my body/
I used to say 'fuck mic skills/ 
And never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti/
That's right it's wicked, west life I live it/
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, ends/
I break bread with the late heads/Picking their brains for angles on
All the evils that the game'll do/
It gets dangerous/
Money and power is changing us/
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils..."

*Nas- You're Da Man (Verse 2)
Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal
-The unedited version of this 2nd verse is one of my favorite Nas verses. Nas as a lyricist is absolutely amazing and this is a testament to his skill.

"But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars/
And diamond rings can poison a rap star/
It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'/
I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky/
Wish I could flap wings and fly away/
To where black kings and Ghana stay/
So I could get on my flesh right away/
But that'll be the day when it's peace, when my gat don't need to spray/
When these streets are safe to play/
Sex with death, indulge in these women/
Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire/
Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina/
Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds/
I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?/
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly/
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R/
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar/
Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection/
In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception/
When everything around me got cloudy/
The chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me/
It was clear why the struggle was so painful/
Metamorphisis, this is what I changed to/
And God I'm so thankful/"

*Andre 3000- Aquemini (Outkast)
(Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal)
-I really could pick a full 20 Andre verses for this list, but this was probably his most profound verse. The way he focused in and the way he delivered this is timeless.

"Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice
And lived happily ever after/
But that's another chapter/
Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars/
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas/
& street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts/
You know how to work bread cheese & dough from scratch, but see the catch is you can get caught/
Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk/
Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway/
now you may see some children dead off in the pathway/
it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady/
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe/
If, or probably/ 
More than a hobby/
When my turntables get wobbly/ They don't fall/
I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift/
So when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill/
Of course you know I feel/
Like the bearer of bad news/
Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you/
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?/
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw/
So don't get caught in appearance/
it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience/"

*Andre 3000- International Players' Anthem
(Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal)
-I know, I have Nas and Andre 3000 here multiple times. That's because they're my two favorite lyricists of all time. This is not exactly the best verse of Andre's career and I could reference something from ATLiens, Aquemini, or a few choice verses from Stankonia, but this verse is probably one of the most iconic verses of the last 10 years in hip hop. Without a doubt.

"So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see/
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be/
And I apologize if this message gets you down/
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town/
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling/
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island/
Peninsula maybe/
makes no sense I know, crazy/
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped/
with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can 
The atmosphere is now ripped/
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night/
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum/
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom/
Like a premie out the womb/
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject/
You sure? Fuck it/
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that bitch do you dirty/
we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent/
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar/
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya/
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart/
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart/
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart/
Play your part/

*Big Pun- The Dream Shatterer
(Chosen By @TrueGodImmortal)
-Can't have a greatest verse list without Pun on it. And this verse is the best example of his greatness.

"Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan/
Assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden/
I'm carvin my initials on your forehead/
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head/
Reverse that/
I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap/
cause he ain't worth jack/
Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap/
Make his whole body jerk back/ watch the earth crack/
Hand him his purse back/
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull/
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin I'm blacker than coal/
Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin/
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns/
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana/
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana/
C'mon pana we be mob rhymers/
Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda/
A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona/
Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana/
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna/
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar/

There's too many verses to really speak of, but these here are the best of the best and only some of them. We could go on and on honestly. Hope you enjoyed this list.



Popular Posts