Favorite Verse of the Year for 07?

[jeromechickenbone]

I know we're halfway through January, and the best of 07 shit is pretty played out.  But I thought we should pay some respects to whatever MC / Rapper dropped the best verse of the year.

My choice is...


















Bun B - 1st verse on "Swishas and Dosia".  The wordplay, illiteration, flow, and just spittin game left and right.  Bad motherfuckin verse:


[Bun B]
Fuck niggaz bumpin gums, real niggaz be bumpin screw (screw)
So don't get bumped off, just in case a real G bump into you
I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin but ready rockers
that's down for pistol play (on who?), on boy's that's steady knockers
Got boppers that's steady jockin, goofy niggaz in my ear
Bitch I'ma self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here
Weak niggaz wanna plead their case (case), just to raise up out my face (face)
I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the taste
You MySpacin and Facebookin, playin games with them toys
I'm in the streets where gangstas meet, while you're online with them boys
So step your game up, build your name up, quit your talkin and get to doin
All that planning and contemplating.. when the fuck you gon' start pursuing?
Cars ain't driving theyself, mansions ain't building theyself
They waiting for Ed McMahon they need to stop feelin theyself
They wealth ain't comin until they earn it
But that somethin they won't know 'til they learn it, while burnin...

[Joseph Bonanno]

GFK "Ghost is Back" 1st & 2nd verse


Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees
My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poor
I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert
With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build

Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease
Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad
I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss
Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love dick
Shrivled up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you
Crucial, blow rugers at who you with
We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet
In your red monkey jeans, you looking like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, death beds
Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads
We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm about
I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your head

[D~Nice]

Joell Ortiz- 125 Part 1 (The Bio)  

[Joseph Bonanno]

Joell Ortiz- 125 Part 1 (The Bio) 

oh i forgot that was so ill

[QuietTruth]

Sheek Louch off Red Cafe's 'Buck Buck'

Let 'em talk, shorty don't mean no harm
He just tryin' to get some ass and show that cheap ass watch on his arm
One more word, I'ma move real, real calm
And let something off loud enough to wake up his mom
And I don't shoot sidewayz like the kids these days
They just goin' thru that Tupac phase
I'm past that,
Every gun I got, my wrist'll snap back
Take two hands, trust me, just to clap
Buck, buck, buck, take that wit chu on the way down
Lil pieces of head scattered all over the playground
One for the handguns, two for the AK now
Three for the hood chick to set chu up to lay down
I'm always on the bar,
Outside on the crate wit cracks on me, thing warmin' the car
If you make it that far, we putin' you down
Sheek and Red Cafe nigga, (cuz I don't play clown)

Ill Street Blues shit.

[Tay]

Damn, that's a tough one. I'd go with Joe Budden's on "All of Me", because that storytelling on it was ridiculous and like 7 minutes long!! As for a more standard verse, right now I'd say Evidence's verse on "Born In L.A.".

[Jome]

Krayzie Bone on Chamillionaires BILL COLLECTA.. several different flows, speed-changing, harmonizing, flawless verse, imo..

[Krayzie Bone]
Yall just finna have my dough cuz
I'm comin around the corner hundred miles and gunnin
Finna ride by dumpin'
If anybody owe me somethin', then I strongly suggest you runnin'
Yall better respect the bill collecta
Or you'll get chin checked like the rest of 'em
Never did joke when it come to the decimal
When it come to gettin dough I'm a professional (fresh ya know)
In it to win it
I get to bombin in a minute
Any and every thing over three digits
These suckas they really think Krayzie be slippin'
But I'm here to tell 'em that I done already bent 'em
Money is tha mission gotta have that dolla bill yall
This fella's willing to kill yall
I might fall but I get right back up and I still ball (Still Raw)
Still get down with the buck bang
So give me all my change
Bust brains, cause I gotta maintain
Got just enough game to get me paid
Just enough aim to leave you laid
Out on the pavement down by the gate (Believe me)
You'll pay cause I got three hundred and fifty seven reasons

[mrceo]

Bun-B's verses in "Gravy"

Well I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy
Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy
100%, real Bun B I represent
Trill with that gangster-ass persona so hard it can dent, steel
In the hood cause it needs me, and the corner it feeds me
So I eat all I want, my reputation proceeds me
If you grimy or greasy, then your best step be easy
Cause that forty-feezy, leave you leakin fo' sheezy
Trigger fingers I squeeze see, and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy, like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome
You be leakin out plasma and puss, and your mouth'll fill up with foam
So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?
Gotta play the hand that you're dealt, that's until it's yo' turn to deal
Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a f**k how you feel

From the land of cheap work and steady licks
With pounds of 'dro and these powder bricks
We grind to eat, and eat to live
This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
With 36 hoes to the key, and ten kilo grams in the sack
And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's one point five mill' worth of crack
It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow, the King Committee is now in session
Today's agenda, get that dough cause the clock is tickin, time is pressin
No second guessin, make your mind up, step your grind up and get that pay
Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast if you wanna roll with that UGK

[Lunatic]

Busta Rhymes verse on "Hurt"

ight now I'mma give ya somethin' and make a nigga beg please
When a bullet whiz by
Probably feel a little breeze
Drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle for the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggas who talk shit
When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me
I'mma cop that thang
and I'mma pop that thang
And the shots gonna sting [really?]
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk wit me[and?]
For the most part the nigga stuck with me
I’d tell you something if you really was smart
And you knew better
People probably tell ya
Don’t f**k with me
Front if you want mutha f**ka
You can catch it
Smile on my face
Even if I got the rachet
Aah Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And I gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya niggas
When I come through
Know that I am a find ya'll niggas
Take two, break through
Bust so many shots
Gun powder probably blind ya’ll niggas now
Ok, lets go see you don’t really want to feel a mossberg blow (nah)
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish this shit'll turn it into an absurd show
Look, Listen, and you better observe yo,
The sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst slow (sss)
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little
And had your body leanin, lookin’ like a quarter past four
Stay down better, (lay down) checkin for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt (ooo)
I don’t play bitch
you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under my shirt.

[SP0RTY]

andre 3000 on what a job

[eazye]

I ain't really heard much shit from 2007 but swishas and doja is an insane track and that bun verse is great

ghost is back, I bumped the shit out that song in the beggining of '07 and ghost really murdered it

what I really liked was andre's verse on Da Art Of Storytellin' Part 4, he fuckin' destroyed that shit

[jeromechickenbone]

Some good verses posted up in this bitch.

[Tommy Illnigga]

Bun really murders swishas and dosha.ghost is back was released in 2006 on More Fish so I won't count it 07,insane verses tough.I can't really name one, my favorites are:

andre 3000 on walk it out remix
method on wu's windmill, even tough is too small
common's 1st one on the game
bun's 1st one on swishas and dosha
lupe's 1st one on hip hop saved my life
chamillionaire's 2nd one on standing ovation

[Philip1123]

Chamillionaire's 1st verse on "Evening News"

[Lil D]

scarface - who do you believe in [2nd verse]

Now if the ghetto ever made a change
It changed for the worse
But I love it so I write in tears
And pray til it hurts
Prick my fingers
Til the blood stains would cover the page
Wipe my eyes and look ahead
And hope to see better days
I turn my TV off
Cuz I don't wanna look at the news
Hard times seeing people crying
Arabs and Jews
Fighting for they religion
Niggas livin like niggas
Mexicans on the border
White boys saying kill em
Politicians playing puppet
Gotta answer me this
Do you believe you really God?
My answer is this
Did you say
Let there be light, give Adam his wife?
Produce the vegetation
Separate the day from the night?

Create the land and the sea and man in your own image
If not, then I want all this bullshit ended
Sending the kids to fight a war
That they aint have to be in
Ask Saddam, shit is dead
Lets see you fuck with them Koreans

also Trae's 2nd verse on Against All Oddz ft.2pac.