The greatest verses in hip hop history



not the greatest by any means but yeah lol
 
Also wondering; do you guys think it would be possible to drop the "greatest" verse on the wackest beat??

Or is this somehow always related ?
That's a good question, but yes, production has to be on point too
 
Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy
When you fake moves on a :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: you employ
We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn
I show living large :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' house cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough city
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row an mc with mic cables
The epic is that I rush associated labels
From east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I keep it phat though, yo
I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch style
I even show an Uptown MC a style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the island, bombing MC's all day
My priority is that I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking down your pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming with a plan to free a
Slave of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: off the boat in the Atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not from Arista
But firing weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low down
And dirty, like that bastard
It's getting drastic
 
Since my favourite has already been posted I'll go for a different one. Too Poetics verse in 'One Life'.

 
Sadistik probably wouldn't even make my top 50 in terms of delivery, flow and texture of his voice. But his writing is top notch. Right up there with Aesop Rock, MF DOOM and El-P.

Just because I'm absent minded doesn't mean I have to find it
It's my pity-party darling please don't act invited
I sip Bacardi just to pass the time when
It gets me started for the clash of titans just past my eyelids
I'm not a downer in the kill the party market
But I swallowed all my pride and yet I'm still a starving artist
And still I'm finding parts of all my silly life departures
Parts of darkness are so thrilling but it's filling my apartment
So please for forgive me if I overstep my boundaries
I keep forgetting that there's no one left to count on me
At least I'm living on my own and get a founder's fee
I'm out to see and drifting off that melatonin sound asleep
Wait up all alone just to dream away the time
Weight upon my collarbones don't seem to pay no mind
The day the world died I didn't even say goodbye
I left a love letter in a secret place to hide that said
I'd give concern but I'm a disconcerted immature kid
Insecure when I am quickly searching for a bridge to burn it
If I twist and turn until the blisters hurt it isn't worth it
If it's served with sense of urgency to see me binge and purge it
I've lived and learned and learned to live to misinterpret nervous twitches
Pistons turning hurt to bliss it's picture perfect
And since I've learned a circus trick of inadvertent perfect-pitch
To skim a surface worse than this I'm in to get deserted, when I ask

No N bombs or swear words required either. Perfect. I've had guys on this very forum who say they don't even like hip-hop tell me they like this track.
 
Also wondering; do you guys think it would be possible to drop the "greatest" verse on the wackest beat??

Or is this somehow always related ?

It's been done. Danny Brown is a master of this.. Also look up Death Grips or clipping.

The way these bitches on my cock
You'd swear it was 1985
and Teen Wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J. Fox
But no bitch it's Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock
So bitch get high with ya :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
The sack I got is looking some green caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These bitches suck my dick like it was moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
From where these little :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s try to shoot you off that new Chucks
A little dark like wet Nubuck
Describes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
Murders all the time is all I see
Detroit 187 on you :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s TV
And I can first agree this beat kill a :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: no charges
Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
Oh baby, I like it raw
And my dick so big left stretch marks on her jaw



Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta
Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw yeah!"
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

MF DOOM literally rapped to an Accordion. Not really a whack beat.

 
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As an addendum to my previous post.. Another Danny Brown "banger." I personally love this beat but definitely not the typical hip-hop beat. Brown spits hot mf'ing fire though. Such a hype block party type track.

Lyrics are awesome hence why it's here.

With a bat
Go dangerous on that cat
Go Traxman, hit it from the back
DJ Assault, bitch, let me bang
Bruiser Brigade, we run that train
Put that thang in her caboose
Only way you hang is with a noose
Beef with us, it ain't no truce
Y'all :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s lame, y'all ain't like us
Hanging with the devil off angel dust
For that money, in God we trust
All fall victim for greed and lust
Who you 'pose to trust when guns gone bust?
Living every day like it's the end
Just waking up, feelin' like a sin
Gotta keep a eye on your friends
'Cause everybody hungry in them streets
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: rob ya grandma for something to eat
Know it's fucked up, that's how it be
Growing up living everyday in the D
And it don't seem like shit gon' change
No time soon in the City of Boom
Doomed from the time we emerged from the womb
So to cope, drugs we consume
Here we go, now, here we go
Ain't no water, how a flower gon' grow?
Ain't no change, then how we gon' change?
No umbrella, we stuck in the rain
Dark clouds hanging all over our head
No sunshine and them showers be lead
Lighting up squares and them dots be red
Now ya best friend gets shot in the head, damn

 
Last post in the thread for tonight don't wanna spam it up. Aformentioned Aesop Rock probably the best lyricist in the game today. Lyrics are in the vid. Awesome dope beat too.



It's all about hope and aspirations dreams ambitions being thwarted and people in your circle breaking you down and examining you like you aren't a person. Brilliant honestly.
 
Already some great verses posted, here would be my choice, but I also thought Rugged Man, MF Doom, Wu, Black Thought and many more were good choices.

Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth
Prodigy's 2nd verse:

Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness
POW :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89 the same way
The God P walk with a limp see
But simply, to simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long ‘cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what Black, here's the issue
It's a package deal: you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes, however, it gots to go down
Four mics on stage, a motherfuckin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less, the God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow, let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: stay on point, never disregard shit
Or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick so save that bullshit for the birds
Live up to my word, if I got beef :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s comin' in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged

Honorable mentions: GZA - Gold, Cappadonna - Winter Warz
 
Inspectah Deck on Wu-Tang Clan’s “Triumph”
"I bomb atomically Socrates' philosophies/And hypothesis can't define how I be dropping these/Mockeries lyrically perform armed robbery"
Everyone loves that Deck at the start of a song, but I'm all about that Ghostface. He just rides this beat perfectly.

 
Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy
When you fake moves on a :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: you employ
We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn
I show living large :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' house cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough city
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:s be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row an mc with mic cables
The epic is that I rush associated labels
From east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I keep it phat though, yo
I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch style
I even show an Uptown MC a style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the island, bombing MC's all day
My priority is that I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking down your pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming with a plan to free a
Slave of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: off the boat in the Atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not from Arista
But firing weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low down
And dirty, like that bastard
It's getting drastic
GZA so underrated
Liquid Swords is such a classic album
 
Everyone loves that Deck at the start of a song, but I'm all about that Ghostface. He just rides this beat perfectly.


You’d probably like the purple tape as well then lol
 
Everyone loves that Deck at the start of a song, but I'm all about that Ghostface. He just rides this beat perfectly.


That dude puts emotion into his rhymes like no other I can think of, so many times I got chills from his verses or the odd line here or there

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmy
Don't go son, n**** you my motherfucking heart
Stay still son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nah Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten
 
GZA so underrated
Liquid Swords is such a classic album
I still can't decide if Liquid Swords or Cuban Linx is my favorite Wu Tang album.

Gza just makes me sit up and listen when he talks, the dude has an awesome voice and is clearly an extremely intelligent man

Cuban Linx is straight hype and East Coast gangster though
 
Another of my all time favorite story tellers & one of my favorite verses too

In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
So look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are getting louder; I wonder how the
People want to go fight for the white powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train
Another man got his clothes in a sack
'Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack
And there's the poor little sister
She has a little baby daughter
Named Sonya, and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
Yo, that's her job; Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper
Drug dealers drive around looking hard
Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
Every day is a main event; some old lady limps
The pushers and pimps eat shrimps
It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing
They must desire for the sound of a siren
A bag lady dies in an alleyway
She's seen the last of her days inside the subways
More and more down the slope; the kid couldn't cope
So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run; he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
'Cause every day of his life he beats his wife
Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife
Blind man plays the sax
A tune called: "The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks"
Many lives are cut short
That's when you're living
In the streets of New York

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I still can't decide if Liquid Swords or Cuban Linx is my favorite Wu Tang album.

Gza just makes me sit up and listen when he talks, the dude has an awesome voice and is clearly an extremely intelligent man

Cuban Linx is straight hype and East Coast gangster though
It’s close. I think ghost and rae win

The best Wu album of all time is still 36 chambers IMO

Protect ya neck still sends shivers TO THIS DAY lol
 
It’s close. I think ghost and rae win

The best Wu album of all time is still 36 chambers IMO

Protect ya neck still sends shivers TO THIS DAY lol
Hard to argue against 36 Chambers, certainly one of the most important albums ever made
 
Yo, I was riding the train
And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain: "Let's battle"
It kinda took me by surprise 'cause the brother was moving
Wit' his eyes on the prize, I said 'Screw it'
I ain't got nuttin to lose, but um
But I got to do this shit real quick, so um
Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine
And I'll be out 'cause I got to see this hottie,' he said 'OK'
'Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah'
That's what he said
Then I came back and just fucked up his head
'Cause yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
Ayo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down
Yeah, yeah, sonny, to the beat like that
You wanna bring it to me, where you at?
 
Much more than abrupt I heard the silence erupt
But it was just a touch of tough love that I heard from above
The calm and the climate confused me
The dawn was a floozy
Barely risen but still beckoning to me
The song of the night's events amused me, morbidly
In a petrified state I wait, to Deadwood on duty
Just tempers flared I figured woozily
When all is dead and done a pair is just as fucking happy as they choose to be
Now off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye
The prospect bored me, awokened by the stepsounds coming towards me
A quick glance at my mom's darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me
So I sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me
And slept my last sleep while I counted clone sheep
And dreamt about nothing for the last time ever
The ignorance was blissful just a recollection
Of the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception
Woke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates
Patching jugulars with Band-aids
The turn on you laid well above my bed
Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me
You should have known what happened
I was young and oblivous
He almost killed your mom
If I knew I could have done something
You'll never see him again
Yeah but I see him every night
And cover my ears in tears as he beats his fucking wife
 
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