The tightest verse of the year

[Trauma-san]

I thought I'd pop out of retirement to share this with yall brother.  The tightest, absolute tightest verse of this year is without a doubt the following.  This is so creative, he deserves all the hype he gets.  


"Oh! Here we go, I shoulda known/
I was boun to get pulled inta some bullshit/
Sooner or later, you lil' haters/
Were too jealous of us to love us/
You hate it g-unit made it/
and obie's comin'/
D-twizzie's comin/
Ya sick to ya stomach/
50 percent of it's 50 cent/
the other 50 percent of it's/
whose's color of skin it is/
but if you even consider it/
Takin' our label down/
you better find our buildin/
and fly a fuckin' plane into it/
but I ain't tryna get to intricate into it/
i'm just tryna give you a little hint/
for your own benefit/
cuz thing's gonna get to the point/
where it escalates into some other shit/
then i'm a flip/
an i'm a get tah, stompin' in mah AIR FORCE ONNNNNES/
You won't be able to tell if it's 2 PAIRRRS OR IT'S ONNNNNEEE/
It's jus gon feel like so many feet kickin' you/
you'll think nike just made d-twizzy cleat tennis shoes/"

Come on yall.  He RULES rap.  

[QL3]

I thought I'd pop out of retirement to share this with yall brother.  The tightest, absolute tightest verse of this year is without a doubt the following.  This is so creative, he deserves all the hype he gets.  


"Oh! Here we go, I shoulda known/
I was boun to get pulled inta some bullshit/
Sooner or later, you lil' haters/
Were too jealous of us to love us/
You hate it g-unit made it/
and obie's comin'/
D-twizzie's comin/
Ya sick to ya stomach/
50 percent of it's 50 cent/
the other 50 percent of it's/
whose's color of skin it is/
but if you even consider it/
Takin' our label down/
you better find our buildin/
and fly a fuckin' plane into it/
but I ain't tryna get to intricate into it/
i'm just tryna give you a little hint/
for your own benefit/
cuz thing's gonna get to the point/
where it escalates into some other shit/
then i'm a flip/
an i'm a get tah, stompin' in mah AIR FORCE ONNNNNES/
You won't be able to tell if it's 2 PAIRRRS OR IT'S ONNNNNEEE/
It's jus gon feel like so many feet kickin' you/
you'll think nike just made d-twizzy cleat tennis shoes/"

Come on yall.  He RULES rap.  

lol...when will these kids stop fantasizing about eminem.

[Skindiana bon3z]

I thought I'd pop out of retirement to share this with yall brother.  The tightest, absolute tightest verse of this year is without a doubt the following.  This is so creative, he deserves all the hype he gets.  


"Oh! Here we go, I shoulda known/
I was boun to get pulled inta some bullshit/
Sooner or later, you lil' haters/
Were too jealous of us to love us/
You hate it g-unit made it/
and obie's comin'/
D-twizzie's comin/
Ya sick to ya stomach/
50 percent of it's 50 cent/
the other 50 percent of it's/
whose's color of skin it is/
but if you even consider it/
Takin' our label down/
you better find our buildin/
and fly a fuckin' plane into it/
but I ain't tryna get to intricate into it/
i'm just tryna give you a little hint/
for your own benefit/
cuz thing's gonna get to the point/
where it escalates into some other shit/
then i'm a flip/
an i'm a get tah, stompin' in mah AIR FORCE ONNNNNES/
You won't be able to tell if it's 2 PAIRRRS OR IT'S ONNNNNEEE/
It's jus gon feel like so many feet kickin' you/
you'll think nike just made d-twizzy cleat tennis shoes/"

Come on yall.  He RULES rap.  

lol...when will these kids stop fantasizing about eminem.

When can I get a free slushie?

[smartass]

nah.

[pappy]

im really feeling luda's verse on the made u look remix

its cris the menace with mo shit out on the streets than evicted tenants WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Twentytwofifty]

I guess you're talking about 2002, right?  Cause that's when that Eminem verse came out.

[Dip Set Movementarian 4 Life]

2002:

[Cassidy]
It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing
Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon the waist and I spray guns off
Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil
I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head
When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga
And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga
I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now
A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now
We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine
Uh, its the last days, end of time
The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil when its dinnertime
YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit
On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit
What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump into a casket and get your die on

2003:

[Lloyd Banks]
I done lost my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas, cause they funny  
20 years, of watching my mama's tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong, cause I need it
These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried
Balled in the dirt, from shots flurried
Layin' with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flyin'
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin', what I'm clutchin'
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
Hennessey and soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

[The Watcher]

Em's verse on patiently waiting is  

[PLANT]

I liked this verse:

"Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I standin’
Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital
scanners takin’ penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body
Wit lyrics and ‘draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin’, brubble bellin’, career felon
Escalade 3-braid beer wearin’
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me “Home of Cake” cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery
I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed
I spit in the name of the streets"

WC

I like this verse from last year.

"Hippy to the hop, like a digi-log frog
Throw me the cat and I'll throw you the dog [bark]
Simple as a dimple ain't it?
A hole in your cheek, let's hit the town so we can paint it,
Red -- or maybe baby blue for two
As sure as you are my lover, that is my favorite color
and we get down - off to my castle we drown
In each others love we puddle, huddle - break, fourth down, and inches
(Ahh!) We all some players don't ride no benches (Ahh!)
Elegant princes come to your senses (Ahh!)
I noticed that your one of a kind
That's makes you kind of the one
I'm, sharing my spaghetti with --
The Lady and The Tramp, the mystery the myth
Not into runnin frames, but I got a thang for ya
Swoosh! I will do ya, surely I adore ya"

Andre 3000

[platinumk777]

2002:
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

LMAO

[Mua ha ha]

The best verse of the year is actually a whole song by that Angry Naked Pat dude in his Greek Whinin' pt. 2... check it out:

"I don't like work that much, I don't like Tony Touch
And I don't like Funk Master Fliggity, comin through the chik chiggity
With tha' chiggy chiggy checka, microphone wrecka
I'm Andy with tha mic chiky chiky checka
I'm gonna come through with tha double decka
And I'm gonna rhyme, and I'm gonna fucking do it on time, that's right
Yo I don't wants ta fight, but I gots to
Cause I'm a little ass kid and I don't got no fuckin flu
But I'm fuckin sick, in the fuckin head
I'm gonna rot like I'm fuckin dead
In a coffin, like DJ Coffin, that's right
Comin through, in the fuckin midnight
I come through with the maaad wicked rhyyyymes
I don't care if it's 2 o' clock I got the time to rhyme for you
Cause Ice Cream Fantastic is kinda spastic, the way I come with tha
Will ill will will will will rill real err rreeerr ererrre rreeer erreerr reeerr reearr rear
Comin through with the real videos, comin through with the mad silly hoes
Comin through with my little fuckin clothes
I don't really buy that many clothes, I just got the fuckin same shit
And I wear the same button downs everyday
I don't really care if it doesn't fucking get no play

Can you see me? You can't see me on tv
Cause I ain't that funny, and I got no money
And I'm just rappin for you on this little internet site
Yo I said yo I know that I said it's frighteninn
See how I did that shit? I said frighteninnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn n n n nnnn nnnnn
nnnnnnnn nnnnn n n nnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnn, nnnnnn nn nn nnnnnnn
Cause I rhyme witch you, I rhyme against you
I rhyme witch you, and I beat you up like fuckin Mortal Kombat
I said "yo I'm Scorpion, I fuckin throw that little fucking spear
With tha' rope attached, and I said yo, it's not like a gat
But I'll still pull you in and do an uppercut, and a fatality"
And then you be sweatin me, and undressin me with your eyes
I see you Sub-Zero, tryin to fuckin frost my shirt up
So you can see my fat nipples
I said "Yo, I ain't cripple, I know what you're doin
It don't really matter, it don't fuckin make me maaadddd
Dope maaaaaaaaad I'm not mad cause you're a cartoon character
And you're gay for me...... Shit happens yo...

Lou is my homie and Lou is my homie
And a bling bling hingey and a ding ding dingy
Ding ding dingy and I sing sing singy
I sing sing singy for you and I ling ling lingy for Jews
Pling pling plingy for plues and I pling ting tingy for the lews
I went on a cruise and I saw fuckinn Doctor Hannibal Lector
He was sippin on a margarita and he said "Yo I wanna meet ya"
I said "Yo I'm sicka than you, I know you eat dudes ears, but I don't care
I don't got no fear, I said you a bitch ass old man playin the stupid part
That's onnnn all the tiiiiiiime, so you're gonna listen to me rhyme"
And I said "Yo, I'm gonna say this rhyme for you, Doctor Hannibal
Can you fuckin hear this you stupid cannibal?
Why you eatin little kids skinnns fo' dinna? When they got KFC
And it's only 5 dollas you a winna, and you don't gotta go to jail
You just fucking eat like a whale, you eat all these fooooods, and yeah
You got chicken nuggets, you got beef patties and you fuckin pay $10
And you don't gotta go in the slammy slamma
But yo, I ain't one to judge, I said "Yo, you wanna get Judge Judy in here?"
She'll be like "Yo, what the fuck you eatin little kids hearts for
When you got fucking KFC right at your front door?"
I said "That's true mothafucka, you eat that mothafuckin shit
And you don't gotta kill no little kids, you just gotta kill little chickens
And what's the difference, yo, you still killin people, or killin somethin?"
Wait, that's kinda like Hannibal Lectors side
I don't know if I wanna take that route
Yo, killin something is the same thing, is the same thing
Yo I wanna buy a ring for you, and marry you
Cause you're killin little fuckin chickens,
And you don't got the fuckinnn Thanksgivin"

ROFL.... the video is alot better...

IT'S THE SHIT!!!!

[LyRiCaL_G]

Em's verse on patiently waiting is  

u mean his FLOW was like whoa...........his verse was def dope n rhymed real sick to.........but it wasnt nuttin specail, he didnt really say alot really, def above average, actually it is a excellent  verse but it aint whoa...........but his flow was i giv ya that no doubt.............

[2DaMtHrOwEd]

Gold diggaz get pennies plenty hoes don't get any
if she's a strippa I'm gon tip her with a counterfeit 20
Goin to get the new J's if foot locker ain't got em
I'm gon grab the store clerk and drop him in the rock bottom
Shh... I'm bout to sneak up on Bin Laden
Ask him where he been hidin, then slap the snot out him
Pay top tolla for hungry rot weiler
Make you eat his dog food and see how quick you can run patna
Get pulled over by a cop, come to a complete stop
and when he gets out I burn off in da drop
Am I gon pay my warrants naw, cause I'm above the law
I got the number to my bail bur I'll probably never call
Got old people making mean faces
parking horizontal taking up all the handicapped spaces
Now will I buy a hata a bottle of Cris?
Nah I'll drink it and make it a bottle of piss
Swallow This!

[white Boy]

The best verse of the year is actually a whole song by that Angry Naked Pat dude in his Greek Whinin' pt. 2... check it out:

that shit is nice, but not the best of the year, and neither is the eminem

[Skindiana bon3z]

[Masta Ace]
Woke up this morning hearing shots below my project window
The TV's on from playing all night on Nintendo
jumped out of bed tryin to see what's up with all the noise and
I see somebody else has caught a case of lead poison
This type of shit around my way is a regular occurance
because the same shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
a week later now somebody else is laying dying
surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
the way he's laying there it looks to me that he's a goner
I seen the cats who just did it run around the corner
I start to wonder who it is and why they had to wet him
I bet I knew him or at least I bet I probably met him
I can't pretend I'm shocked like electrocution
cuz any night there could be an execution
my momma told me that that thug shit will get you buried
the next day there's your name in the obituary
I asked her why we gotta live in this environment
She said Your grandfather drank up his retirement
plus when I fucked around and had you I was just a baby
Just maybe if I wasn't being miss lady
things could've been a little bit better
threw on my jeans and my double knit sweater
I hit the block tryin to find out who got done in
Who had the gun and who that was I seen running

-Masta Ace, Disposable Arts-block episode