Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
They told him any mother****ing coward can sell drugs
Any ***** nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked the mother****er up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a ***** to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

Immortal Technique

Originally posted by Inspectah Deck
(A!) Alert, assassins at large allegedly
Automatic artillery, angrily aimed and aggressively
Accurate AK's angled all ways
Adversary afraid as active ammunition abraise
Accumulated an alias after arrested
Accompanied armed accessory, as an adolescent
(B!) Bridge Benz brolic burner bringin brothers
Betrayer's bodies briefly be body banged bleedin brothers
Blades blastin brave bashin Brooklyn bullet busters
Big biscuits barrels blazin beheadin ***** boasts and bluffers
Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast
Bringin blood baths (C!) cover cowards corners collectin cash
Confirmed convicts committin crimes clappin cats
Creepin cashiers causin characters comas, cappin crabs
Chaos causin, clearly commandin Cee-Lo
Cocaine capsule caps colored, capturin customer's C-Notes
Confiscatin combinatin, countin cream capulatin
Cockin calibur chromes creatin casualties compensatin

Papoose

D!) Dominatin devoted dealer devastatin
Determination demonstratin, devine dedication
Debatin drug deals, demandin dough distributed
Definitely dividin double-digit dollar dividends
Drama declarin demolishin domain dozer
Directin dumb-dumbs doin dummies dirty disarmin Dojos
(E!) Estimatin earnings enlarged and economically
Equally educatin each exercisin equality
Eliminatin, expirin enemies eradicatin
Erasin evidence every element evacuatin
(F!) Fake fraud faggots frontin for fame fleein from flames
Firin full-fledged four-fours forcin flesh from frames
Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully
**** five felonies, furiously fightin for freedom fatally
Frigidy, frantic fightin Feds feelin fearful
Finacially fortunate, flippin figures from fifty-fifty
(G!) Gambles gatherin grants, grabbin gauges, gangsta ganks geeks
Gettin green, Guess garments gleamin, greatly gainin G's
Ghetto genius, genuine gestures gracefully guide
Government generals gradually generatin genocide
(H!) Head hoodlum, hittin heads heavenly, hypnotizin
Hire hitmen harnessly, holdin heaters, hospitalizin
High holdin hammers hectically hittin herbs, homicidin
Helicopter hijackin holdin hostages, horrifyin
(I!) Intellectually infinite imperial idol infamous
Inhale the Izm, injectin intelligence in ignorance

Make you a classic like my 1st LP,
Beef wit me is unhealthy,
Fcuk around and get an ulsore,
lose your pulsor
collapse lung, look how many gats I brung,
for them homo's.
still doin' promos,
break both ya legs,
your moving slo mo,
got shine to glow mo'
996 grand, ya need 4 mo!'

Better take a break, like two steaks at a banquet
I'm famished, and I'll manage to vanquish
all fools and foes with my speakin of Spanglish
I'm a master of manglin' the language
Your outta gas, empty at the tank and
I'm bustin you ghosts like Pete Vankman

---Me, about 5 min. ago in the SW forum responding to a joke about "vanquishing potion".

Star Wars is cool. Matter of fact, I’m gonna quote some lines/verses from MC’s that have actually flowed using Star Wars references.

Redman – “Can’t Wait”

“I said: I, catch, the A-Train to the left,
Smoke a trunk, then set sh** off like Boba Fett,
Biggups to all my niggas in tha housin’ projects,

Rebel I.N.S. / Inspectah Deck – “Hellz Wind Staff”

Wit the Force like Luke Skywalker,
Rhyne author
Orchestrate line torture
Live performer,
Bid the mic sya-nora
Border line, I’m insane, I rain fire water

Rza – “Forget”

Common denominator,
I’ll swing the mic-saber like Vader

Redman – “Can’t Wait”

You couldn’t feel me with brail, hell
I write my name on walls and smoke spots when I’m buying L
The fly guy wit the Force like Luke Sky,
Down for ménage-tua, *****, if you’re fly

Redman - “Sooper Luva II”

We landed on my planet; we smoked out like a fcuk,
I bought a dime from Jabba the Hutt and some uncut for the hooker.
She said, “I don’t sniff blow, I just smoke weed to get t me horny,
So I’m nothing like that bi*ch in your last “Sooperman Luva” story”.

I live in the same building with Dr. Spock and Capt. Kirk,
Got R2D2 and Mork from Ork putting in work,

Biggie – “Hypnoize”

I’ll tell ‘em all,
Take your clothes off slowly,
Hit ‘em wit the Force like Obi,
Dick black like an obe
Watch me roam like roamy,
Lucky they don’t know me,
Where’s the safe, show me,
Homey,

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

Nas

Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like muggsy
Typhoons, kurupt calhoun
With a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "the blue lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So i'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and desert eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After i flip these b*tch niggaz for they sh*t
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, i'm jackin for daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and i paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a concorde jet
But fool, d.p.g.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a f*ck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my g's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up
Like b*tch, get the f*ck off my d*ck!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, i don't give a f*ck!

Kurupt "Trylogy"

Originally posted by sithsaber408
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like muggsy
Typhoons, kurupt calhoun
With a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "the blue lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So i'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and desert eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After i flip these b*tch niggaz for they sh*t
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, i'm jackin for daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and i paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a concorde jet
But fool, d.p.g.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a f*ck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my g's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up
Like b*tch, get the f*ck off my d*ck!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, i don't give a f*ck!

Kurupt "Trylogy"

"i sold it all from crack to o-pi-yum
in 3rd person
i dont wanna see em...."

chea... jigga = that nigga

Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom ****in
It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
With the Mac in the act all paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them ****in polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable

[Verse Two:]

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A - don't **** with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable

"Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don't understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip-hop
Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed
Dug(?) in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won't open the shit
I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it
One person's keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse it
So what the **** is your definition of underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound
Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's garbage
I'm the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make 'em heartless
Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?) for
Don't **** around with me, if you can only **** with keyboards
Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don't mean the dope samples are not original
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts
That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don't give me that excuse, real emcees want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they the suffix
Must ***** niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's catching offense"

-Jakki The Motamouth

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift your mind
Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme
Rappin' sniper, speaking real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

-- Nas

Verse One:
[Buddy Slim]
Damn it, son
I think its time we had a little man-to-man talking
I heard that you was hand-in-hand
Walking down the boulevard, middle of the day
With this Black chick
Tell me the truth, boy, or you can catch this slap quick

[The Brewin]
Let me get this straight
You're ranting and raving
Behaving like a mad dog with rabies
Because my baby's not white; that ain't right
Pops, you got me puzzled
Because in the past with Black folks you never struggled
At least to my knowledge

[Buddy Slim]
Your knowledge seems to need a little working
That little ****** ***** got you looking like The Jerk
And I can't another minute of you and that Black heifer, son
Looking sorta like Tom Willis from the Jefferson Show

[The Brewin]
What you know about my girl to try and slander
Let me talk a bit and maybe you can understand
The situation that I got isn't ?messing with somebody?
Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body

[Buddy Slim]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, OK
I understand that she's attractive
Cause their bodies are just built to be sexually active
Baby-making taking tax money for their welfare
Or maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell there
So what's her name?
Is it Shanainai or Shaquana?
Son, she's got to be a goner

[The Brewin]
Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner

[Buddy Slim]
Oh, you think this shit is funny?
I ain't joking
That's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken

(Chorus)

Verse Two:
[The Brewin]
Well I'll be damned
Cause it seems that I'm the last to know
My father's a bigot
My girl's Black, he can't dig it
So she has to go

[Buddy Slim]
Now you're judging me, kid
But do you know me

[The Brewin]
But it seems to me that even David Duke could be your homey

[Buddy Slim]
Now you know I ain't no racist
But they place us in a terrible predicament
They're taking over the block
And, damn it son, I'm sick of it

[The Brewin]
But when you see the neighbors you say "Hi, how you doing"

[Buddy Slim]
Still I think of how the value of my property's been ruined

[The Brewin]
You sound like such an idiot
I pity it
I wonder, should I laugh or should I cry?
More than anything I want a reason why
All of a sudden, the blood in your vien flows with such vigor
Just because you choose to call another person "******"

[Buddy Slim]
Well they're just some thugs
Stealing, slum-dwelling, drug-dealing, gun-selling
And a hundred yard dashing after doing purse-snatching
Damn savages who ravages the buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken
With the first dibs on the ribs
Looking like a damn monkey on the football fields and basketball courts
Taking over sports
Leaving us just to golf and to tennis
And they menacing society, the bums
They should go the **** to where they came from

[The Brewin]
So that's your vision of perfection
That's your clear blue skies
Through those clear blue eyes
Which seem to make you think you're better
But instead of simply sinking to the level of your thinking
I'll be ghost

[Buddy Slim]
Pack your bags, ******-lover, and good riddance

(Chorus)

-Juggaknots

Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma’s the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you’re not? I love you, Period.
-Chino Xl

Originally posted by Mugen
Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma’s the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you’re not? I love you, Period.
-Chino Xl

that entire song is incredible

Originally posted by -hh-
classic

that entire song is incredible

My intelligence is money
My skin is the streets of New York
My arms and legs are its ****ed up bridges
The subways are the worms that consume my corpse
Liberty, my *****, ****ing everyone
They cut my two middle fingers down but my dick is still standing
-Cage

^ SICK thumbup

Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins.

From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me f*ck
I got touched by a hazy shade God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins

It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me f*ck
I got touched by a hazy shade God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins

I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Floors got shifted since the high i got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits

So f*ck needles, f*ck smoke
F*ck lines that make the sinus choke
F*ck chasers, trails, f*ck waves and rails
F*ck hang-overs, f*ck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tiles
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tiles

Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins

-- Slug

My favorite Atmosphere song by far.

Fake niggaz get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it

Liquid Swords by GZA

If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures
To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers
To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter
Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters
And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw
When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls
If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex
But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex
Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden
Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon
That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension?
Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker
I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper
Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor
If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection
Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where
Prints left, taint every breath
Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface
Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs
To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs
What a dilemma to hold hands with
Sanity's a steep cliff of gift
And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped
Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas
Hooker left that envy to drown in greed
Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde
I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died
I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy
But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny
No more - dodging shooting stars
No more - lashing of asteroid belts
No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth
If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock
Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock
The bow breaks at the vinyl spots
The cradle of all this crime rate drops
I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest
Well that would depend on the trajectory
And the way the projector projected me
I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy
Is it time for lift off?
I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared
Is it time for lift off?
The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week
I think it's time for lift off
The structural integrity seems to be holding
But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep
So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing?
Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting?
Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume
I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves
I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else
So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves
My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff
As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft
Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass
To dampen the impression of expression anything has
Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has?
Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks?
I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass
But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass
You strain cash
Well I take the root of evil, make tea
Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it
There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands
The steam scolding my hand
The mug shattered and I wasted it
Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures
On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses

Illogic '1,000 Whispers'

"Def Squad meets Flip Mode Squad"

Mental slave grip on your brain, like White people,
My music will dominate the population like Black people,

Busta Rhymes