Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

Originally posted by -hh-
"Is it possible for me to succeed?
Without selling my soul, for the wrong price?
Time spinning backwards, my life in turnaround
Am I worth less when I'm not dissing?
I got so much more beneath the surface!
If you would listen you'd become immersed with
Words of one of the most thought-provoking cats you could converse with
Break bread and share a verse with
If we die share a hearse with, it's my 15th anniversary
Of my passion for writing
But you deem perfection in its own right
Or when I'm in the zone tight
Holdin' on with all my might, kneeling clutching rosary beads
Write and inscribe, fighting to keep my manchild inside alive
But I'm...too lost in anger
Trying to harmonize and become one with the moments
That I'm standing in abandoning aborted theories of life
Fury and strife, pestilent landscapes in the deserts of my mind
Trying to find the oasis.....my flow so racist
I don't want to die holding these 4 aces
I'm known in most places (for what?)
For having lyrics that can fill 8007 whole book cases
But still I don't speak!
I hate people more and more each day
But today I hate them like it's next week!
And still I didn't peak, verbally
Kind of like I'm playing hide and seek
Who will be the one to murder me?
I take it back to Jersey, where I'm treated like clergy
Rhyme through a stethoscope in my open heart surgery
I make the sky bleed Burgundy
I'm about to change my name to Earthshock
because you niggaz think the world of meshock"

Chino XL thumbup

i hope his mainstream album doesn't have garbage lyrics 😬

CHINO XL shud definitely improve his voice and his flow

dude is crazy wit the lyrics

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong and they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
And so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

-Lloyd Banks "My Buddy"

Originally posted by sithsaber408
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong and they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
And so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

-Lloyd Banks "My Buddy"

"I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin prayers, she axin for my good health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin, it's crazy
Both parents is scrappin, I'm not even a baby
A miscarriage can happen"

-Nas

Originally posted by sithsaber408
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I f*ck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the jeweler makin’ my ring spin
My crew run wild like they Jamaican’s in Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my neck shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop her bra
She at my balls head first like a soccer star

-Lloyd Banks "Poppin Them Thangs"

Hahaha, funny.

"Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat.
Little Meth got my back, little pinky fat-fat.
Let me hit that (draws), contact, learn how to act.
Before you bring that drama the end; I'll fade to black.
Positive, I hate kids who tell me lies.
Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy.
Got 9 lives, 9 wives that dont listen.
Bitchin' their biological clocks is tickin'.
Wu limited edition hot off the presses, I guess it's curtains for competition.
Method, runnin' 'em out, gun in my mouth.
The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house.
After midnight eatin' emcees, chase through suburbia.
You tremblin', behind a crumblin' wall, surrenderin'.
Thats what you get for rushin' in the direction I was bustin'.
Polish your sword, your shit is rustin'."

Method Man from Do You Really? (Thang, Thang) by Wu-Tang Clan.

-AC

Originally posted by -hh-
Hearin prayers, she axin for my good health

that's "asking"...

I'm with Point, there.

I hate people who can't/don't/won't say "Ask", "Asking" or "Asked" correctly.

-AC

I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
Police will have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the bellhop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way and I'm still hungry
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get home-sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role
Or I'll put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole

-Lloyd Banks "Beg for Mercy"

A b*tch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your f*ckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip, to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, b*tch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

-Lloyd Banks "Lay You Down"

You like him, we get it, but this is for credible verses and lines.

-AC

Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broken bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
F*ck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

-Lloyd Banks "Gangsta Shit"

Originally posted by P, that Dude
that's "asking"...

Originally posted by sithsaber408
A b*tch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your f*ckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip, to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, b*tch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

-Lloyd Banks "Lay You Down"

Originally posted by sithsaber408
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broken bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
F*ck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

-Lloyd Banks "Gangsta Shit"

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no2

lol

they got an "SMH" smiley

Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hangin on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life aint always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words cant express what you mean to me
Even though youre gone, we still a team
Through your family, Ill fulfill your dream (thats right)
In the future, cant wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When its real, feelings hard to conceal
Cant imagine all the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death

-Verse 1, "I'll Be Missing You" by Puff Daddy.

It's a really deep song, and you can tell he means every single word of it. And it's probably the only Puffy song that I like.

I honestly believe that one of the greatest mainstream MCs of all time deserved a better tribute from his best friend, than him hijacking a song by The Police.

That's me though.

-AC

It wasn't hijacking, because Puffy had legal permission to use the beat of "I'll Be Watching You".

In fact, Sting performed the song along with Puff, Faith, and 112 at the 1997 MTV Awards. In my opinion, it was one of the greatest televised performances of a rap song.

I essentially meant sampling, covering, whatever you choose to call it.

-AC

First off let me say **** you and **** dead homies
You got beef with me you got beef with my cronies
And when it come to machineguns, we fire Tommy's like Sony
Leave you missin' from your tribe like Jahrobee
We block buster spot rushers; my shots musta'
Let off from the glock and sprayed you down like crop dusters
I rock mustard color Timbs the same ones that busted ya chin
Celph Titled and Outerspace the spicks is at it again
Get a number for it to drop through
See me with a 4-4 when I drop through
That's my ***** and I don't think she likes you
And all that bullshit about let there be light
It wasn't that easy plus I gave life to Christ
Immortalized my story noticed that I eternally rep
Bring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity test
Their ain't a nigga that can play, that's preposterous G
Cuz I'll make sure ya album is released posthumously

Celph Titled

Originally posted by Quiero Mota
It wasn't hijacking, because Puffy had legal permission to use the beat of "I'll Be Watching You".

In fact, Sting performed the song along with Puff, Faith, and 112 at the 1997 MTV Awards. In my opinion, it was one of the greatest televised performances of a rap song.

Originally posted by -hh-
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no2

Too each his own, I guess.

Mind you I'm not putting him in the class of Talib, Kanye, Common, Mos Def, etc....

Or even Pac or Ice Cube...

but Banks has some punchlines and a cool flow.