top CROOKED I verses?

[Action!]

Some of my favorite verses come from the Imagine freestyle,

Hard to stay focus when your pockets are the brokest
and everybody you meeting in showbiz is bogus
sometimes your own friends hit you up the coldest
when your closest homeboys say "give it up, it's hopeless"
Naw!
Don't give it up, you're going to live up, and blow bigger bucks.
You won't give a fuck, you're going to get a get a truck that's chromed fitted up
Go get and hit'em, it's on nigga, what!
they're trying to close the door
squeeze through,
can't leave rap alone
the game needs you
got to hustle like me
i never sleep dude
a fucking robot
R2D2
hard to see through
the smog and the fog
it's light at the end for my hogs and my dogs
You negative haters
put my balls in your jaws
I don't that energy
fuck ya'll I'm a ball

You got to see it before you be it
view it before you do it
envision it truly then you'll be living it
if being successful is what you're looking to
remember whatever you're looking for is looking for you
you know how many times people said Crooked was through?
I kept grinding on their ass, never took it for truth
just waited on these smilies and fly metaphors to help me overcome my poor credit score

I was Hennessey abusing, yeah
Stressed out losing hair instead of choosing prayer
This is truth or dare, I ain't choosing dare
cause truthfully i don't want to see you lose your flare
lose your passion, lose your sight
God gave you music use it right
I ain't preaching, homie, I just want to see you at your best honestly
can't give a testimony without going through a test
I'm one of the most tested on the fucking west
but even in trouble I'm a a B O double S
I recall having my back against the wall
just like a small child trying to measure how tall he is
remember putting that notch over your head to see if you've grown?
who's growing now? we is
we are, C R double O K E D
it's real shit, it's ain't a ACT
LISTEN!

[Detox Iz Not Active]

my fav verse from crooked was the 2nd verse on the 3rd track of his album

[OG Hack Wilson]

my fav verse from crooked was the 2nd verse on the 3rd track of his album

LOL OMG HOW HILARIOUS WE HAVEN'T HEARD ANY JOKES LIKE THAT BEFORE!!!


go play in traffic

[Detox Iz Not Active]

my fav verse from crooked was the 2nd verse on the 3rd track of his album

LOL OMG HOW HILARIOUS WE HAVEN'T HEARD ANY JOKES LIKE THAT BEFORE!!!


go play in traffic

LMAO @ you getting heated over this shit



you got anymore crooked I threads planned for today stan?

[Lil G-Face]

Step Up gotta be one of em

[thebayinthebildin]

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

To death, they know, I sound tight < he says the deaf they know i sound tight. not 'to death'

that is a hottttttttttttt verse tho its mad unorthodox.

im sayin the verse he spit on nas's hero was probably one of my favorite crook verses


also im down with that song killin shit ft. insytful

^someone post lyrics to that shit

[Fraxxx]

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

 that's 1 of his best for sure. 

[Fraxxx]

Tuck ya ice

This that motherfuckin slow flow like it or not
I put the stage on the corner plug in my mic on the block
If it's for this rap shit give my life on the spot
If it's for the revolution man I sniper a cop
Mafia! got a Gotti agenda
Do you think I give a fuck about Oprah or her audience members
Hip Hop is in my blood nigga you propably remember
They attacked us before did nobody surrender
Art imitates life haters this is the deal
Dyin o' thirst in th desert I wouldn't piss in yo grill
Ain't a rap song on earth that makes a listener kill
I'm just here o tell you how us ghetto prisoners feel
Ain't it funny how society's tryin to bang on us
When there's schools that's named after some fuckin slave owners
Their historical heroes had the noose to hang on us
Now they mad at what I'm playin while my chevy swing corners

and so on great rhyming great content, one of my faves