Sickest Verse You Ever Heard

[Elevz]

Jeru the Damaja - Mental stamina

The fact alone that the thread about this song got no replies at all, really shows you how underrated the track is. Some people really need to wake up.
http://www.dubcnn.com/connect/index.php?topic=98402.0

[makaveli11]

^please educate the masses...hook up his albums .

[Machiavelli]

^please educate the masses...hook up his albums .

yeah that shit was dope

[Juronimo]

Common - 6th Sense, 2nd and 3rd verses

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like

[rhythmalism]

quik's verse from loyal to the game remix

[West Coast Veteran]

Andre 3000
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

[truedupbluedup]

Kurupt- Smooth

[truedupbluedup]

Canibus on Beast from the East Track was by the Lost Boyz
His verse is just 

"Make you put your hands on your head like you was doing situps."

[Mac 10 †]

A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!


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

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II

[dre_gfunk]

Rakim on Jay-Z's The Watcher 2
Notorious BIG on Puffy's Young G'z
Mack 10 on The Gangsta, the Killa and the dope dealer
Ice Cube on DOC's The Shit
Snoop Dogg on Many Many (with Busta Rhymes)
Snoop Dogg on Welcome to Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast remix)
2Pac on the 1st verse of Ambitionz As A Ridah
Method Man on Hit em High
2Pac on Never B peace
MC Eiht on 1st verses of CMW's Hood Took Me Unda and The Hood is Mine

[da pink panther]

jim jones - weatherman

I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney)
I'm fittin to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Ballin gettin high throwin dolla's from the sky (balllllin)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin)
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive (Speedin)
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standin on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain't slippin got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa)
That mean you diggin you a deep grave
Nigga's Jump yo ass have 'em missin you for 3 days (Where he at?)
Cam says that this nigga's a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga's a sucker (Ya heard that? Capo)


 

[Juronimo]

A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!


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

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II

RIP Prodigy 

["THE" MoSav]

A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!


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

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II

RIP Prodigy 

LOL
so true
He used to give me the chills
I heard him on some new shit and he sounded much better then he has lately

[REGIME MOB 510]

Canibus brings the sickest drama //
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor //
I smack bitches for trying to suck dick through a condom //
Playing with the mic is something I won’t do //
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you //
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to //
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you //
Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven, putting emcee’s in //
Positions to prevent them from breathing //
I make you question any, and everything you’ve ever believed in //
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readings //
What’s the matter with y’all, I splatter y’all //
Against the mother fucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult //
None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle //
I go on and on, like Erykah Badu //
A hundred times nicer than the best there is //
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who want to test this? //
Fuck y’all, you don’t impress me and no one can test me //
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me //
All that shit you popping will stop, when I put you in a headlock //
And apply pressure until I crush your mother-fucking noggin //
I grab mics and push niggas to the left //
So fast, their hearts end up on the right side of their chests //
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this //
Lyrical genius, I got it sowed like a seamstress //
But if you want to battle, I’m down //
If you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now //
Step up, and get your neck cut, from ear to ear //
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard //
I’m the illest from Queens to the New Jerusalem briddicks //
Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidit, can suck my didick //
You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitting //
More than fifty bars per minute, ‘cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness //
Kicking boring raps, with metaphors that’s wack //
All of y’all mother fuckers need Nordic Track //
To get your weight up, fucking with Canibus, you get ate up //
Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up //
Been rocking longer than niggas twice my age //
Back in the days, before Bob Marley was rocking a fade //
Before Honest Abe signed the paper to free slaves //
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves //
I existed, in the Garden of Eden, getting lifted //
Sticking dick in Eve, before she was Adam’s mistress //
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness //
The Canibus is spitting, ‘till he’s spit less //
Fifty bars of total sickness, you won’t forget this //
I’m putting every wack emcee alive on my shit list //
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted //
Took you a minute, to exhibit, that I’m sick with it //
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit //
Going once, going twice, sold to that nigga named Canibus //
Me and Mr. Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor //
Hopping out of the Hue helicopter to Suey-chop you //

[anony]

canibus  - desparados