Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

[P. Diddy: talking]
Ten years
Yo the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin this motherf*cker

[P. Diddy (Notorious B.I.G.)]
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to give you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all f*cked up now
What the f*ck y'all gonna do now?

[50 Cent ]
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas
Yeah fagget, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, f*ck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Notorious B.I.G.]
In the Comission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
destiny lays in my hands
gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes w/ ad libs from P. Diddy]
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f*ck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?

[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long
They say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the storm
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the Psalms
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and woe was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya route
It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit
Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it
Listened to the double disc
Now they all spit, like they all legit
Frank tell how we did it, go

[Notorious B.I.G.]
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect, squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman
Y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Another day in the life of the Comission

[P. Diddy]
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her b*tch like she Queen Latifah
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna f*ck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f*ckers, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion
Why parly with a pigeon, I'm blower the tin
Cause Bush handin out flyers for a party in the prison
I'm in the Gucci vest with the green and red strap
I'm the last rapper to scare niggaz since Craig Mack
Now every mornin's a fast start
But it ain't a problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than Pak-Mart
Run when we startin a raid, or leave with twelve shells in your mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm a young pimp, pardon my age
I don't got long hair, but if I did she'd be partin my braids
We just find out what club they at
Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
Your advance is a grey Acura
See these record labels got most artist gettin f*cked like the gay rapper
I go to college on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga next to Wallace and Shakur
Keep your ammo clean, Tech's polished in the drawer
Cameras by the hampers that monitor the floor
By now, you probally heard a me, fresh outta surgery
Flashy as f*ck, you 'gon have to murder me
Burglary, leave' in with your Nike's burgandy
White T burgandy, you match now, back down
Niggas hate you but love you when you dissapear
Catch me on the boat, with weed smoke and fishin gear
Heavy when I toke, C-notes from different years
Bezzy in a rope, re-motes and liftin' chairs
We ain't rich, we'll be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to ya crib like I'm a cab dispatcher
You better off with them stupid guys, lookin' for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nothin buy ya french fries super sized
It's a damn shame y'all still local, I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals.

Notourious B.I.G., P.Diddy, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks "Victory 2004"

"Knowledge is the founder of everything in existence
If you not droppin' knowledge about us it's 'cause you ig'nant
A top-notch scholar wit honors, I'm so gifted
Live is the most vicious, honest and prolific
I drop diabolical brollic wit no gimmick
Astonish the flow critics, rhyme wit the most lyrics
I paint pictures, jot it and dot it but won't print it
My project is photogenic, I am the most vivid
Man, I got a brain the size of the most biggest
Wide as them cold rivers, wise as them old niggaz
Tired of this, though, half of you rhyme it but don't live it
Watch it and go spit it, stop it, I know Physics
Breakin' yo physical, demolishin' yo spirit
The struggle got me thinkin' demonic and so wicked
Man, I'm so deep I'm bottomless, yo, kill it
Wise wit the flow, rhyme about Hymen, it's so senseless"

Papoose verse on "The Beast" by Talib Kweli (ft. Papoose)

"L's a rebel, on a higher level, go get a shovel
Cause I'm the only son of the mother****ing devil
It's a fact I'm living foul, black
Niggas should have known I was sick from the shit I did a while back
Cause being bad I couldn't stop
When I was in pre-school, I beat a kid to death with a wooden block
****** niggas I was back slapping
I realized that every time I got mad something bad happened
A nigga hit me with a can of beer, then he ran in fear
Later they found him hanging from a chandelier
Enemies I be bucking quick
My moms know who I am because she know who she was ****ing with
On my skull the 666, no tricks
When I catch fits, my mom picks up the crucifix
And I kill chumps for the cheapest price
I'm rolling with Satan, not Jesus Christ
Enemies I got several done
Big L straight from hell, the mother****ing Devil's Son"

Big L on Devil's Son

I stop son from coming in like curtains-

Papoose

Part 1:

Now first of all keep my name off record,
I'm internationally known, lyrically respected
Cars, I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The moment we bump heads nigga f*ck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to bust
Cause think about it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe polish to cover up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why they on my nuts,
And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
Hahaha Yeah!

Part 2:

Aye you're either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me with the blicky and don't use it
Watch as I express murder through music,
I've been around a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, money don't make me,
We been together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away,
You're nobody, you can die today
I'm MJ, f*ck what you're man say,
I got a new cannon that's hologram gray,
Hey, I can do this all day
got my uniform on, high off the cron cron
It used to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man drop
They f*ckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock
And I be over seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the reason your dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I stack cause I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your head
I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread
HAHAHA...

Part 3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday Inn,
With a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't worried about the kid's, ma' swallowin' them,
Another victim to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend,
Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As time keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede seats with the grey strip in,
It's plain to see, you can't change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' figures in ice,
I bet the price on the fling of the dice,
Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top
And I be five thousand miles from the block man

Part 4:

Aye, you talk like you're rich but really ain't got a home,
and been in everybodies video but your own
New York is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
now the talk of the town real as the chalk in the ground,
You ain't nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the jeweler
You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I knew it,
Don't trip, that'll get ya hit hard in your madulah,
I ain't really for the talk, nigga argue with the rueger,
Have yourself a drink roll a bottle with a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the first one to come,
shit your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of God's plan since the sonogram

Part 5:

Yo who else but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the street was the crew that he flew,
I embrace the new jack assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a cloth so I auctioned him off, man
That ain't no way to talk to a boss,
F*ck a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
I'm ballin' from the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican b*tch that walks like a horse
When I floss, it's hard for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you need karate or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I made it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run compared to shit we done,
The crib got more land then Area 51,
You take one of mine your whole family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one

Part 6:

Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you,
Man this is for the nigga's that's boxed up,
For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck,
I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I sleep over and can't bend,
Then I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
I take rolls of those and sit 'em in a chain,
some rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
Come on, I ain't your regular nigga in the game, I'm on,
I'm a pimp soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over,
The same in the winter, blade under the skully,
I'm hotter then the phone booth outside of the deli

Part 7:

You're now in the presents of a damn don,
and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's with a 4 inch lip, prick,
This ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my hand on that fifth when I'm rollin' slow,
cause I stand out like shit in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' around in the city with the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, yellow rocks round,
I bet you if I wanna I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her where the good Lord split her,
Banks ain't the nigga to fool with,
I'll have 'em outlinin' ya with the blue shit from the pool stick,
You thinkin' about clappin' me, you better
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a japanese letter
Listen to my shit, your raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put granny in a half a eat sweater,
I'm hungry as the last verse, I sleep third,
bullshit second, and get the cash first.
Pop the champagne, let the weed on the bus blow,
Mixtape monster, R.I.P. to Justo,
Now we got the game on smash, the real nigga's respect us,
the rest well, they all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash.
And they all weak, you motherf*ckers better off sleep
You're beat by a long shot, the young boy from a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the wrong rock
Spend your money on me, I make the song hot,
The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop,
My chain big like my buzz in the city,
But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty,
I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder,
A zip of da dojah, hood wip and a rover, a Soldier

Part 8:

I'm one of the realest nigga's that did it,
Anything you ever heard me on I shitted,
I spread the flow to the masses and he bit it,
got a tear drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of niggas that would love to fry his hat,
put a Butterfly Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber side strap,
F*ck with me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer,
Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick about bitchass nigga's he be in the movie
I'm in a beach house, palm tree and jacuzi,
Bad b*tch, me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is heat and tough talk for you,
Pepper spray your f*ckin' eye balls just for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.

"8 Minutes of Death"-Lloyd Banks

We got more 45s and 9 than a deck or cards

Lloyd Banks- Catch Me In the Hood

Yp my rhymes'll have you nodding like raw in the streets
So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats"

Tony Yayo- G-Unit Anthem

I don't give a **** if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my
spot
I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah)
My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
Damn near the whole damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team
To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers

Lloyd Banks- 50 N Banks

We like the Neptunes just different teams
We both move around with clips and they spit sixteens

Lloyd Banks- Like Dis N Dat

I have Doc tieing ya face like a shoelace

50 Cent- Y'all Aint ****ing with Us

As far as pussy, I been through more walls than asbestos

50 Cent- Order of Protection

You got Banks on ya jersey you put of my fanbase
Just becasue you pour syrup on shit dont make em pancakes

Lloyd Banks- Follow Me Gangsta

Eminem

"Kill you"

They say I can't talk about coke no more,
They say I can't rap about being broke no more,
****! you think I won't choke no whore,
till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?

I'mma stick my dick in ya ear and **** what you heard

Rakim

fly enough to **** a high class chick in an army tent

-supastition

make rappers shit enough bricks to build a small house

-rise

death i hear ya callin i accept collect

-mf grimm

Nigga two gunz up I run up in ya label
Why ya gun in the house like a couch potato?

Tony Yayo

[Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS]
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback

[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion]
The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed

^ Classicness right there. I think that's from the 1st Rae album, right.

"Can-I-Bus"

Canibus

Ey yo, who ever grabs the mic after me'll get boo'ed,
get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew,
from Moet bottles, barstools, fruits and food,
you got an album out you'd get hit wit your CD too

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
^ Classicness right there. I think that's from the 1st Rae album, right.

Cuban Linx at its prime

Originally posted by Blue_Hefner
I'mma stick my dick in ya ear and **** what you heard

Rakim

Ras Kass actually said that before him.

I'm the product of angels and demons, cocaine and weed'n,
Eight different reasons the A-P is breathin'
Language I'm speakin' is ancient as Eden
Where snakes had Eve eatin' Satan's semen
A top dollar pharmaceutical block scholar,
Pop my collar like a bionic rottweiler
Molecules dissolve, I pass through walls
Solidify on the other side, grab my balls
I'm the shit, *****, flip bricks bigger than Egyptians
Dragged across sand to expand my shipments
Shapes are shiftin', liftin' more weight than pistons
Attila the Hun with a gun, keep your distance
Toss UFO's at foes like a discus
The size of Godzilla, dick bigger than bridges
Wicked as a wizard with a liquid elixir
Stick to the script, I'm spittin' the unholiest scripture
And y'all are just now goin' through your thug phase
While I blast like flash grenades in drug raids
Try to criticize me, you little rappin'-ass groupie
Y'all as corny as mutha****as who clap at the movies
The Army of the Pharaohs, checks with six zeros
Try to walk in my shoes and pop your Nike Air soles
There's no mercy, so of course the haters
Will get my autograph on The Torture Papers.

- Apathy

ouch!

Originally posted by Deathblow
Ras Kass actually said that before him.

On what song?

Originally posted by Blue_Hefner
On what song?

Ras Kass- 'Conceited Bastard'

"And stick your dick in your eardrum and **** what you heard"

incredible song

Propz

"the showers the only time you get your dick wet"

😛

Big L r.i.p

Originally posted by -hh-
Ras Kass- 'Conceited Bastard'

"And stick your dick in your eardrum and **** what you heard"

incredible song

Yeah I always thought so. Frustrating album though, half of it is superb, dark production and Ras' trademark fire, the other half sounds like a collection of post-Chronic Death Row b-sides.

Originally posted by Deathblow
Yeah I always thought so. Frustrating album though, half of it is superb, dark production and Ras' trademark fire, the other half sounds like a collection of post-Chronic Death Row b-sides.

it doesn't always work.