Who's Better? Verse vs Verse

[-MenaCe-]

Royce Da 5'9:



Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya
King of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?)
Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what?)
Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?)
Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi
Speak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?)
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?)
Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts
Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns
Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls
I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?)
Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all
All of y'all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off



V.S



Eminem:



The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!)
With three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (AHH!)
And you should be anywhere that I might gain
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps
Then I'm throwin you back up em
If they don't like the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck
And then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest till you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step
And still laugh half bent






So who's do you think was Better? Leave your Answer and another Verse vs Verse..Keep it Goin!

[The Gonz]

Yo this is a sick idea. Kudos for that. Question though. Are we only comparing verses that are by two different artists on the same track or is it any verse vs any verse? For now, I'll stick with the same track idea though. Anyways...

Royce's verse: As much as I criticize the gunplay antics of rappers these days, few can compete with Royce in that arena. I think both artists have elevated quite a bit lyrically since this track, though. He had some nice multies, some good wordplay. Even in a straight text/scripture form, its a solid verse.

Em's verse: Lots of multies, some were rather mediocre though. The opening rhyme scheme was good, but half the verse I was wondering what the fuck dude was even trying to say lol. Its almost like he was just rhyming to rhyme, which I understand since I do it too. I mean, come on, I don't really run through a room with a pair of tubas. This was a good verse, but average at the same time.

So.. I gotta give this one to Royce. More consistent, maybe not as complex lyrically, but I thought it was more dope. Strange, never thought I'd say that comparing these two lol.

Next: Foreign Exchange - The Answer (Phonte of Little Brother and Kenn Starr)

Phonte:

yo, stay crackin' for miles and 'Te's in full effect
He's laughin' and browsin'
Over these wanna be cats yappin' their mouths and
Spittin' all these "Rerun" ass rhymes
like we on some "What's Happenin'" now shit (Hey!)
Go get the MP3's start extractin' the files
Mulatto-slave flow Te's back in the house
Just tryin' to see what y'all rappin' about, so quit
Practicin' now, ninth inning, he's battin' a thousand
Put a mic in my hand and I'ma damage a crowd, man
With technique and above-average style, man
My raps speak to all you savages now, man
The time is right here so let's get it
I'll be glad to proofread your rhymes, if you want to step with us
Serve your whole team with a run-on, def sentence
You can't adopt this style 'cause I ain't tryin' to give it . . . up
And fuckin' with 'Te ain't in your best interest


Kenn Starr:

Kenn Starr is back off a hiatus
Y'all been warned so back off us. Why hate us?
Be actin' like they strapped and packin' gats when they not tough
They tough actin' like Tinactin
Give me applause, I spit classic
Give me a broad with a thick accent
Skinny and tall or a big, fat chick
Plenty of y'all sic into your dog
If she give me the drawers, I'm leavin' the chick back bent
The fact is, if you choose to oppose
End up with a fatlip and a bruise on your nose
That's hot. Give up now, my crew's in control
If not, get shut down like schools when it snows
Get got for your shoes and your coat
Bogard, I go hard like nipples on boobs when it's cold
And show y'all how simple the mood and the flow
Can determine whether you earnin' or losin' your doe
Make moves on the low

[-MenaCe-]

Id Say Phonte was better. I was feelin his more then Starr.


Tupac:


HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch!
I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie
THEN! We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my fuckin trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we RIDE - on our enemies










vs










Inspectah Deck:


I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[The Gonz]

Inspectah without a doubt lol. Nice to see Pac droppin a few multies in there though. Still pretty basic though. Deck killed that verse, that whole song is sick.

Next:

Brother Ali

When I was young you couldn't tear me away from the stereo/
And used to carry one with me everywhere I go/
As I memorized the words/
I genuinely believed every line I heard/
I thought that these men that I referred to/
as prophets of our time would never lie in verse/
I can't begin to tell you how it hurt/
As time went on some of them disguises burst/
I always said if ever I get heard/
if ever I am perched in an elevated place/
High enough so this world can recognize my words/
I would never turn and try to hide my face/
And so I give it all as an author/
Even if myself is all I have to offer/
I don't exaggerate it/
I would gladly be hated for what I am
and just stand and state it/
And if you relate then you can take it/
All human beings are the same when we're naked/
We all living through the same insane trip/
But we ain't it in alone if somebody stand up and say it/


VS

Copywrite lol

Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3
You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me
No camera can capture the essence
One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection
Fuck rockin mics, I'm cracking domes with African Stones
My practice sessions a classic alone
Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks
I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it
I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate 4 times like 32
By a raw crew that'll bury all you
With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits
Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard
I evolve the practice of shit talking to an art form
And your banned from the mic
I get more Dap over the course of day Then you'll see in the span of ya life
Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn the hard way
Show y'all how a thunder god plays
To sum it up, I'll Kill you
I don't blame you for being wack, I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you
Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles,
battle? y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals
You ran, I launch rapid torpedos
Now I'm dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos
God damnit I laminate what I write
After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic
I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of Slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back
My monstrous accomplice wands'll stun fast
with the promptness of a gun blast
I'm like, semen to semen I cum out the hardest
And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I scalp the artist

[- Mutual -]

Copywrite To Me lol

Eye-Kyu

Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right
I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won't have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

Vs...





Eminem

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

[-MenaCe-]

Eminem..Sicker Multi's..I was feelin his more





AZ:



so it's gonna take more than your astrologist
to knowledge this
a physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness
raps demolishing certified the way I style it
my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence
my culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
finesse, success through the life
stress mics I blessed
puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
flipping Japanese at ease when I'm stacking G's
so let's discuss, plus degrees
how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost
so don't cross cause it'll cost
the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
moves be major
with unexplainable behavior
the word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete





vs

Nas:



It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell

[Haz]

Kenn Star Klilled Phonte .. And Pac is waaay Better Then Dec

[The Gonz]

I gotta give that one to Nas. I like AZ more than Nas 90% of the time, but comparing those two particular verses, Nas gets the nod. Deeper concepts, better multies, a little more fluent and complex.

Some old school shit...

Lord Finesse

Now it's the funkyman, and niggas can't see me
When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or somethin slow
I'm bad like michael jackson, only thing is, I'm fuckin, though
Hey yo, so just save it
I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite
That got astoundin rhymes
That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines
I make your whole platoon nervous
Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service
What you gonna do when I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around
This is how it goes when finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that
It'as the man that be rappin clever
That's why I'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, I kick it simple and so clear
Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole year
I don't know why these crews be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin
I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews
My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes
Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come I be true and livin

VS

Big Daddy Kane

One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
And put some real lyrics back in the hardcore
What i'm used to hearin, i can't believe it's gone
But now just like a grill inside burger king, the beef is on
When i come, rappers begin to speak in degrees
I even make sisters with voices _weak in the knees_
So run for your lives, kane with the pen
Is like freddy with the glove full of knives
Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill i got refills
You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em
Man, i'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat
And you know, sometimes it's so sad that
Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right
Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused
You ain't never paid dues
Be for real, you ain't tough yet
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck
Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham
I'm glad in this business i didn't forget who i am
I always remain the kane inside a battle
*singing* never to walk in anyone's shadow
I do my own thing, i do a thing of my own
And with my competition i let it be known
That battles i don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die -- choose one!
My rap style is like a poisonous vemon
We might as well be havin sex, the way that i put it in em
And do i crush mc's - are you kiddin me?
If rappers were grapes, i'd have a whole wine distillery
So, i bring it to your face, with the bass, then i blow
A rapper off the map, with the rap, when i flow
Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and i know
That all of this is good to go, cause yo
That's the way the flavor always come
The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum
The brooklyn style caue that is where i'm from
You want the funk so let me give you some
I flip on the flow on the track, just like that
Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat
I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black
And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that
The smooth operator is mellow with the saxophone
Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan
Cause all the ladies i'm givin em lots of love
Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good god
The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones
Watch out goldie! gimme a forty ounce of olde e
And none of you players can control me
You get the chance to see a true mack man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than
Taller than anybody else's stacks it seem
Cause the kane get more paper than a fax machine
The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical
Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
And i hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors
Cause kane is makin a comeback, like puma's!
I get rough g, and set it on your whole damn company
And bogart, like my name was humphrey
When i get through, there'll be no more of them
As many rappers i burnt, i should open a crematorium
I make mad mc's give me my p's
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these
N-u-t's, like the u-n-v's
I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees!
Razor sharp, many ways of art
Source rings the chart, people praise the god
For kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here
We're callin it lyrical gymnastics

[The Gonz]

Man, I gotta give it to Cormega. Had some nice ass multies and rhyme schemes. I can see why you like him. I'll definitely have to dig up some of his shit and really give dude a listen. Anyways, next up:


Copywrite

There's two type of emcees
Those that wanna face me get hacked and fail
And those that have faced me can await a rematch in hell
My vocal tones pipe bomb your face in
Hold your own? You have trouble holding conversations
You're left with little to no air
Duct tape your mouth
Leave you upside down in the middle of nowhere
Shine like rays of sun. My brain's a gun
What you're tryin to say in six bars I can explain in one
It's obvious my skull weighs a ton
Over a billion gigabytes I download information from
I'll pelt you clowns. Ugly as fuck plus timid
Then melt you down and reconstruct y'all in my image
I ain't spittin if the track ain't hard hittin
I don't care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did it
I'm deep with a fistful of satire
It's this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missles backfire
I show love to troops that I bomb
By givin hugs to crews with nuclear arms
I'm like Chuck Manson on tape
My choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escape
The raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scar
your soft patterns with adamantium claws
My mic will make your nerves ache
Me comin off ain't the issue
I wasn't screwed on right in the first place

VS

Eminem

It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

[-MenaCe-]

Yo not for nothin Eminem's verse is better just because its so much more complex and his multi's are nice. Copywrite did have some nice shit like i was feelin the punchlines he was droppin..but Em in the long run i feel had a better verse.








Big L:



Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out
Not knowin the walk, so put the price out
To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out
And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up
You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft
If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off
Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk
I hope ya ready for the kick-off
Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'
It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out
The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out
Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot
1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block
I left enough a y'all stinkin
What the fuck was y'all thinkin?
My shit's tight, nigga, I spit right Nigga!




VS




Big Pun:


Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
cause he ain't worth jack
Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon pana we be mob rhymers
Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda
A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar

[Haz]

LLOYD BANKS ..


How Many Of them Boys is With Cha..

[Mass Effex]

Deadly Combination - Big L and Tupac

[Tupac Shakur]
Hahahahahaha! Yeah nigga!
Yeah.. that's right.. BAYY-BAYY!
That's how we do it

Follow me tell me if you feel me
I think niggaz is tryin to kill me
Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til I'm gone
Bitches be warned - word is bond, you'll get torn
I'm bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it
This +Thug Life+ nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do',
with fo'-fo's.. hahahahaha, yeah nigga!
+Thug Life+!

[Big L]
I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G.
I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
with more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y'all be on the corners bummin' and high
I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I'm in
Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH
cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene
Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

Yeah yeah Big L Harlem's finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown

[Momeijah]

Both Of Those Verses Are Average But i Prefer Big L's Verse Out Loud.

Louis Logic & Celph Titled - Diablos. (Just The 1st 2 Verses)

Logic:

If this was a live show I'd probably get dragged from the stage
handcuffed & caged for cursin' and spittin' at 5-0
I'm on a mission to find folks to victimize
Sadomasochists wishin' to die slow listen to my flows
The torturous, I'll see to it you're finished
Leave your unfortunate seeds in an orphanage
Even if your image dictates, you love the way a dick tastes
you'll get tossed from a big stage
Put your hands down dickface, I didn't tell you to raise them
I started underground and then I fell through the basement
Misplaced soul like I had to sell it to Satan
and amidst the hellish arrangement tried to tell him to change it
So make irrelevant statements, say that you sell your tape
and say that your 12" played on your favorite well listened station
I'm waitin' for celebratin' your folded career over a beer
I know where you live, wake up and smell the fragrance

Celph:

Yo, who the fuck else you know that'll run up on ya block strip
like an insane Christopher Columbus and start conquering shit
Celph Titled's that nigga, and he ain't playin' dog
I thought I told you that we blazin' niggas 'till they skin fall off
Roll out the red carpet and make you blend in with it
and that place that you were born from, I've been up in it
Masterpiece verses everything that I've done dope
Fuck puffin' on cigars, I'll blow donut holes with gun smoke
I don't want your demo rappers, we extort'em
you ain't goin' platinum nigga, you gon' be post-mortem
slice the throats of your whole click till my palms hurt
and it'll be more rednecks than a Willie Nelson concert/
Better believe me mothafucka we ain't nice thugs
we know the real and pull your card like fake I.D.'s at nightclubs
Lift up that skirt and see just what type of guy you are
throw you off the fuckin' roof and see just how fly you are

[MOEstradamus]

vakill

battle of the drugs


tech n9ne

Fall into a spell way deeper than hell
Sensation was given to me from my homegirl Shell
Told me, since I was in pain and I like 2 rebel
This Motorola I'm giving you will suit you real well

10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes feelin' funny butterflies
My eyes dilate another size overwhelming sense of love
Got this nut so sprung
Walk up to a stranger baby, can I suck your tongue

Tingling baby got me feeling like mingling baby
This is a hella higher learning than singleton baby
One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat
Get me some, big red so I don't grind my teeth

This is deep I take another one and another one
And another one, uh oh here comes the other ones,
I'm stimulated man I'm hella blown away
And all the problems that I had have all gone away.

I pop another pill and Imma take a sip of Caribou to wash it down
Ya thinkin' Imma overdose, I never had a moment that'll turn a nigga round
I really wanna give you what I got up in my dickies in the bed I wanna start
I feel I wanna fuck you but my dick is really numb and I don't see me getting hard

She told me take this cap of G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew
With glee so I can possibly end my existence
G.H.B. ain't no need 4 resistance, extacy




Eminem

My mom, my mom" --I know you're probably
tired of hearing the "my mom" oh-oh whoa-oh,
but this is just a story of when I was just a shorty
and how I became hooked on Va-al-iu-um.
Valium was in everything: food that I ate,
the water that I drank, fucking peas in my plate.
She sprinkled just enough of it just to season my steak
so everyday I had at least three stomach aches.
Now tell me what kind of mother would want to see her
son be grow up to be an under-a-fuckin'-chiever?
My teacher didn't think I was gonna' be nothing, either:
"What the fuck you stickin' gum up under the fuckin' seat for?"
"Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing ether.
Either that or the motherfucker's been puffin reefer."
But all of this huffin' and puffin' wasn't what it was, either.
It was neither. I was buzzin', but it wasn't what she thought.
Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain't my keeper. I'm sleepin';
What the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for?
Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone; I ain't playin'.
Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin' zebra.

[Haz]

I need it to be known
I'm grown
I'm on some next shit
I'm thinking oil money, Texas
Not a necklace
You gotta to shot at mom dukes
Before the techs spit
I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did
Music with a message
But I'm no back packer
Some vengefulness in me
But I'm no back stabber
No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her
I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster
Was insecure growing up
Niggas laughed at her
Now she things she got some self worth because her ass' fatter
I told her give yourself the hay suss so
Next time that chain you up you can brake through those
Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose
Gotta get you where you going might take you slow
Maybe bend
But never let'em make you fold
Except your short coming baby
They gone make you whole
I'm gone - Joe budden


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