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[complexity]

Not people from Illest. Go for it.

[Momeijah]

I'm a harbinger of death with a flow otherworldly
Cancer cluster that wasn't discovered early
Shittin on you 'til your body covered thoroughly
My quotes cockblock throats
'Til MC's unable to respond
Like I just told a homeless person a knock knock joke
Malicious; tattooed F.U.N. on my dick
For "Fuck You Niggaz" while I poke fun at yo' bitch
Leavin spitters missin vowels, shitters disemboweled
The last one you clearly wouldn't doubt
Niggaz won't consider dissin now
Fuck punchlines and metaphors; I settle wars
spittin darts 'til puncture wounds look like an extra set of pores
I'm morally sick and auspicious, all vicious
Quick to jaw bitches 'til they chin hit the ground like drawbridges
Potnah, yo' whole style Ichabod Crane
I'm leavin all you riders headless when I squeeze off these Sleepy Hollows
and pick apart brains, blow to smidgens
My shit on point like infrared scopes strapped on the ass of homing pigeons

Vakill - Sickplicity, Verse 1.

[~Symbolikull~]

9.5 pretty dope shit....

Fabo - Bad Guy verse 2

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
I love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches
is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real

[Gutta]

7.5 cuz Fab's always got a good flow and wordplay


My composition, composed of critical conditions//
Lyrical ambition to SLAAAAAAAAAM competition//
Dealin with realism, projected on the recored//
Now who's got the ruggedest style? check it//
Code Red i inheirited many ways to say the un said//
Born with three 7's in my head//
Artifacts with smarter raps on harder tracks//
Don't even bother black, becuz i give em heart attacks//
I leave old rhyming MC's with alzheimers disease//
Got them losing they minds to make these//
But some of em, will settle for the next best thing//
Reach the next level but ya still cant hang//
I manifest, and compress black steel by the fistfull//
Appl pressure like a pimple, Im not gripped to//
I crush Microphones with my barehands//
stretch your attention span, cuz it takes time to understand//
I dont like, my elements to be elementary//
When I indent, what I invent will be PERMANENTLY//
I got the mind to stand and test the time//
And leave ya starin in between the lines//
Tryin to write rhymes.....................//


Rakim-Writing Rhymes
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tq27g6qeNbk check that song out its unreleased fuckin DOPE

[Dead Silence]

8.5

I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

yougstar's verse in "Wanna be a baller"-lil troy

[Gutta]

u r supposed to rate the verse above...

[Dead Silence]

there

[Gutta]

^^^^ like a 3.5 cuz it was lame


I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, whos sexin her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha
bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and
what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby

[Dead Silence]

^^^9.5 dude thats a classic verse from 2pac^^^


Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

[Momeijah]

7.8, Decent Em Verse But Not His Best.

Yeah, yeah
It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this
DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-Hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spot's scorchin hot
Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
while I admire midas, with more vision than TV's
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
Rockin jams by popular demand, I'm back

Rakim - Guess Who's Back Verse 1.

[Gutta]

7


God damn
Drug dealerz dealin 2 the kiddiez,
Livin in the city aint no pity on the itty-bitty.
We try 2 cry, but still they all die,
I TRY 2 SPEAK 2 THE YOUTH AND THE TRUTH IZ THEY ALL HIGH.
What can I say but watch yo back, youngsta,
Az I sit n wonda, my otha brotha iz steadily goin under.
It'z like a curse, and it hurts cuz it'z worse,
Mama'z krazy cuz her baby'z in a herse.
Wussup wit the luv? - Tupac Shakur (more)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=2tpqA-DIk2Q if u havent heard this song u need to!

[Gutta]

9 at that Rakim verse. thats one of my favorite verses

[|.R.SON.aLL.|]

^^.. i Give That Tupac Verse a 6.5 ..
it Was Kinda Simple & Borin` to Me ..

Diddy - Tell Me ..

You're dreams fulfilled
You're rocking with the best
Unforgivable I'ma put your limits to the test
You're pulsating, your heart is beating outta your chest
You're hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath
(Don't stop)
I'm the first, I'm the next, I'm the end
I'm the boss, in your thoughts, that'll make your mind bend
Look how I approach you, look how I expose you
Look how I`ve studied every move, now I know you
I don't wanna control you, I wanna console you
And do everything that I told you
Get high with me, come touch the sky with me
Fly with me, see life with new eyes with me
(Don't stop)
I'm the dream, I'm the one, I'm the reason you come
I'm a king, I'm a hung, I'm a beast
I'm the last thing your eyes see
The passion's inside me, it's yours
Now come try me, c'mon

[Dead Silence]

well i cant give him much coz he proable didnt write it coz he has a ghostwriter for him so imma say like 5

Start From Scratch=The Game

verse 2

Homie if I could rewind the hands of time
I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49
Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9
I was 2 beeps away from a flatline
When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine
Dre said its my turn
He call it game time
23" Lexanis bitches call 'em LeBrons
I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind
Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime
He let off a whole k
Got shot 1 time
That was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 lives
My brother devon died coz he chased the cat
This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back
I got a confession to make its called payback
If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at

[|.R.SON.aLL.|]

^^.. That Verse Was aiight ..
it`s Like a 5 to Me ..
He Says Tha Same Shit in almost Every Song .. i Swear ..

Jay-Z : Trouble Third Verse

Unh, You Little Niggaz Ain't Deep You Dumb, You Niggaz Ain't Gangsta You Gum, I Chew Little Niggaz
Hock-too, Spew Little Niggaz, I Can Only View Little Niggaz Like Little Niggaz
But In Lieu Of Little Niggaz Trying To Play That Boy, I Phew Phew Little Niggaz With The Latest Toy
Unlike You Little Nigga, I'm A Grown Ass Man, Big Shoes To Fill Nigga, Grown Ass Pants
Prolly Hustled With Your Pops, Go Ask Your Parents Its Apparent You're Staring At A Legend
Who, Put A Few Little Niggaz In The They Place Before Trying To Eat Without Saying They Grace Before
Blasphemous Bastard Get Your Faith Restored You're Viewing Your Version Of The Lord God
Mc Little Nigga, Applaud, Or Forever Burn In The Fire That I Spit At Y'all I Rebuke You Little Nigga
The Meek Shall Parish, Ill Roof You Little Nigga, Im A Project Terrorist, Cute You Little Niggaz
Think You In My Class Subsitute Little Niggaz Soon Feel My Wrath, I Mute You Little Niggaz
You A Little Nigga, I Shall Abuse You Little Nigga, I'm A Ill Nigga, Now Shoot You Little Niggaz
Go Somewhere And Play, Cuz The Day I Loose To You Little Niggaz, No Day