top CROOKED I verses?

[OG Hack Wilson]

i'd say "Respect Your OG's"

[Episcop Cruel Cvrle]

thats a hard question, dude has like hundreds and hundreds of songs and he allways comes correct.

one of my favourites is:

Artist: Crooked I
Song: 2nd Coming // Tuck Ya Ice
Produced By: Just Blaze // Kane Beatz
Appears On:

Intro: (Crooked I)

Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B.
Circle Of Bosses, Crooked I
Thanks for fuckin’ with me, you know what it is
Hip Hop is my mother
Gangster Rap is my father
C.O.B. is my religion
I AM the president of Ghetto America (yes)
I AM the poster boy for section 8 (yeah)
I AM the leader of the 'I-came-from-nothin' campaign
Let's start of slow

Verse 1: (Crooked I)

When your album droppin?
That's what they all say
Check the pulse on the streets
They sayin' it every day
Niggas gettin' mad, say I'm losin’ fans
As if goin' through bullshit was part of my plans
They know I'm street money
They say the nigga's paid
They see them diamonds in the chain
They think I got it made
You one of the hottest with the flow
As far as artists go, go
My penitentiary niggas say I got the hardest flow, go
I got a heart of gold, gold
But now my heart is cold, cold
Because these mean streets’ll eat right through your heart and soul
What do you know about sleepin' in an abandon house? (Nothin!)
What do you know about beefin' with them hammers out? (Nothin!)
Here's what the man's about
I shot the belly of the beast
With hollow tips until he spit me out of his savage mouth
From watchin' my mouth move
To death, they know, I sound tight
My words paint pictures
That's how my blind listeners found sight
When this reside us around mics
This profound writer missed the five ciphers
Just like lightning striking the ground twice
I'm on some other shit
Like attackin' Henney for the fuck of it
Stackin' penny’s up to buy my mother whips
Greatest rapper alive, words from my mother’s lips
You dont believe her, then her son'll tell you "Suck a dick"
There go that drop out nigga, he in that Bentley Coupe
There go that welfare kid, in that Armani suit
The first time they rolled on me, yeah, I was afraid to shoot
The second time I let my pistol whistle like a flute, (braw)
Out West they wonderin' who's the hottest rapper, right?
Here's some ammunition for niggas who defendin' my side
With skills I'm overdosin', even with no promotion
I stands on my own two, by peat on low commotion
You niggas overboastin', I see, you, just like "View-over-ocean"
Nigga my flow is frozen, (come on)
You can ice skate on my 16's, nigga wait
Subtract half of that, it dont matter, it's still a figure 8 (A)

Insert: (Crooked I)

I'm done with you niggas
You know the figure 8 joint they do in a mothafuckin'... fuck it

Verse 2: (Crooked I)

As a baby I sent lyrical signals through the umbilical
Ghost wrote my mother’s poetry
Even she knew that I grow to be, a dope MC
With lyrics in the womb, leanin' your doom
Engineered in a cocoon, with my fearlessness in bloom
When I spit, even the dead hear it in a tomb
So when I'm spillin' lyrics I'm feelin' spirits in the room, (whaaat)
What up Pac, what up BIG, what up my nigga Pun, (yeah)
Eazy E, what up loc, Big L, what up son
Yeah I met Freaky Tah, yo what up don
Left Eye was my homegirl, what up hun
Everyone of em'll tell you Crooked goes hard
Stay tuned, comin' soon, my rap report card
Double Up on ‘em

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

When is Crooked gonna make Respect Your OGs pt 2? Or has he already?

[Slikk_J]

Crooked Is verse on 'Step up' (Kurupt - Streetz iz a mutha) (Obvious one, but still would have to say his best verse)

This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Hmm this is the lyrics all the sites had, but I always thought Crooked said Im a start finishin inoccent lyricists (not innocents Lyrics) Bumping now and I still think the same...

Also his Lyrics and Emotianl Delivery on 'If you ever hear me' are very impressive too, Especially First Verse

[frisch213]

Completely agree....too many too mention but this is def one that stands out....

thats a hard question, dude has like hundreds and hundreds of songs and he allways comes correct.

one of my favourites is:

Artist: Crooked I
Song: 2nd Coming // Tuck Ya Ice
Produced By: Just Blaze // Kane Beatz
Appears On:

Intro: (Crooked I)

Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B.
Circle Of Bosses, Crooked I
Thanks for fuckin’ with me, you know what it is
Hip Hop is my mother
Gangster Rap is my father
C.O.B. is my religion
I AM the president of Ghetto America (yes)
I AM the poster boy for section 8 (yeah)
I AM the leader of the 'I-came-from-nothin' campaign
Let's start of slow

Verse 1: (Crooked I)

When your album droppin?
That's what they all say
Check the pulse on the streets
They sayin' it every day
Niggas gettin' mad, say I'm losin’ fans
As if goin' through bullshit was part of my plans
They know I'm street money
They say the nigga's paid
They see them diamonds in the chain
They think I got it made
You one of the hottest with the flow
As far as artists go, go
My penitentiary niggas say I got the hardest flow, go
I got a heart of gold, gold
But now my heart is cold, cold
Because these mean streets’ll eat right through your heart and soul
What do you know about sleepin' in an abandon house? (Nothin!)
What do you know about beefin' with them hammers out? (Nothin!)
Here's what the man's about
I shot the belly of the beast
With hollow tips until he spit me out of his savage mouth
From watchin' my mouth move
To death, they know, I sound tight
My words paint pictures
That's how my blind listeners found sight
When this reside us around mics
This profound writer missed the five ciphers
Just like lightning striking the ground twice
I'm on some other shit
Like attackin' Henney for the fuck of it
Stackin' penny’s up to buy my mother whips
Greatest rapper alive, words from my mother’s lips
You dont believe her, then her son'll tell you "Suck a dick"
There go that drop out nigga, he in that Bentley Coupe
There go that welfare kid, in that Armani suit
The first time they rolled on me, yeah, I was afraid to shoot
The second time I let my pistol whistle like a flute, (braw)
Out West they wonderin' who's the hottest rapper, right?
Here's some ammunition for niggas who defendin' my side
With skills I'm overdosin', even with no promotion
I stands on my own two, by peat on low commotion
You niggas overboastin', I see, you, just like "View-over-ocean"
Nigga my flow is frozen, (come on)
You can ice skate on my 16's, nigga wait
Subtract half of that, it dont matter, it's still a figure 8 (A)

Insert: (Crooked I)

I'm done with you niggas
You know the figure 8 joint they do in a mothafuckin'... fuck it

Verse 2: (Crooked I)

As a baby I sent lyrical signals through the umbilical
Ghost wrote my mother’s poetry
Even she knew that I grow to be, a dope MC
With lyrics in the womb, leanin' your doom
Engineered in a cocoon, with my fearlessness in bloom
When I spit, even the dead hear it in a tomb
So when I'm spillin' lyrics I'm feelin' spirits in the room, (whaaat)
What up Pac, what up BIG, what up my nigga Pun, (yeah)
Eazy E, what up loc, Big L, what up son
Yeah I met Freaky Tah, yo what up don
Left Eye was my homegirl, what up hun
Everyone of em'll tell you Crooked goes hard
Stay tuned, comin' soon, my rap report card
Double Up on ‘em

[Episcop Cruel Cvrle]

Crooked Is verse on 'Step up' (Kurupt - Streetz iz a mutha) (Obvious one, but still would have to say his best verse)

This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Hmm this is the lyrics all the sites had, but I always thought Crooked said Im a start finishin inoccent lyricists (not innocents Lyrics) Bumping now and I still think the same...

Also his Lyrics and Emotianl Delivery on 'If you ever hear me' are very impressive too, Especially First Verse

thanx for reminding me of that one, thats a classic verse from classic album!

[OG Hack Wilson]

others:  Cali Drinking with Dylan Dillinjah

DJ's and Emcees - any verse

Slaughterhouse  (sicker than flying in past tense, on some flu shit, day old asshole flow, I DROP NEW SHIT)

and "sounds like money

[Aaron]

When is Crooked gonna make Respect Your OGs pt 2? Or has he already?

Im sure that was already recorded and ment to be on DJ Warrior's Young Boss Vol. 3

[slickrik2002]

King freestyle from one of the hip hop weekly's

Crooked I sharp as a free mason, freestylin for my G nation
If you aint sayin free Tray Dee, you free basin
I'm G'z chasin and i'm erasin
these wack mc's, racing away as if they seen Jason
ribs are touchin, i'm a animal end of discussion
a rap cannibal, spittin is nothin
and i'm eatin like i got a mechanical mandibal
picture a gluttin sick to the stomach from chewin niggas i'm huntin
the smorgasborgas gorgeous, tell me how the hell can you ignore this
artist proud to be out of your orbit, cowards fell short to metaphors
harder than rigamordas, bout as hard as the outer shell of a tortaise
welcome to the eastside playground, pistols get off the buss
as soon as visitors get off the gray hound
my click is deep as bass sound, it aint no way you haters aint gettin layed down
fill up clips, niggas get hit up quick
then what? wigs end up split
since you are what you eat...eat a dick up prick
zip up lips and watch this former stick up kid rip up shit
X marks the spot, the hard top X K
X marks when i'm in that parking lot
i'm hard to stop, leather bomba
hoodie outlined leather arctic fox
i think outside of the largest box
therefore through my positive actions
i draw positivity back to me, thats the law of attraction
whatever's in motion it tends to move further
so i keep it movin on haters, thats the law of inertia
don't make me treat you bout the law of revenge
i'll murk and all of your friends then call it a
i put the sawed off in the wing you can tell the officer i spead off in the benz
with the awesomest rims
clean ya shades see the image of a boss in ya lens
yeah a boss let the raw shit begin
when i drop my album its off with ya chin
this is for my real niggas locked in the pen

[coast2coast]

Take the Title. Crooked kills it

[Let's Get Down]

"Sickology 101" was tight

[J.E.]

"Sickology 101" was tight

c/s that song is great. Tech N9ne's flow 

[thisoneguy360]

Step Up
The Kite
Got Game
They Fuck Wit Us
shit we could go on forever with this one..

[Let's Get Down]

Step Up
The Kite
Got Game
They Fuck Wit Us
shit we could go on forever with this one..

yeh, for an mc who's never spit a wack verse we really could go on forever aha

"Sickology 101" was tight

c/s that song is great. Tech N9ne's flow 

the trrack is super nice!

[OG Hack Wilson]

THE KING PIN