Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

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The last verse is just as bad as the first
But compared to the second yo it's definitely worse
Cos this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hearse
Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in reverse
The hearse brings the corpse back to the morgue
The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out and blood goes back in
Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man back in the ambulance
The ambulance's engine turns back on, and his lights flash
As the siren plays his favourite song
The guy goes back to the exact spot they found him
And the medics and all the passers by go back where they came from
Till eventually,
No-one surrounds him
and the blood pours up him rather than down him.
The man then falls upwards back on his feet and stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street.
He walks into the blade that cut his belly
then he holds his neck which was bleeding already.
He removes his hand so you can see the cut.
And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up
He unsays the words he said which were "What the f*ck"
And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
Then the blood from his severely severed ear crawls back up his cheek And slowly disappears
As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear
Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
Then walks backwards thought the bushes where he's disregarding nature
Who's the guy on the bench I'm reading his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
Back in his house now back in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head
Takes the CD out the player and puts it back in its case
Which has my name on the cover along with my face
Fast forward there's been a murder and the police know who's done it
Not looking for a motive cos they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason
And they publicly state it on TV that evening
A couple of months later this shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that switch in his hand and told him to kill that man
Like this whole song was some sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor c*nt I don't even know and I've never met before in my life
The words whoever said "the pen is mightier than the sword" was right
So you better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight.

> Plan B - Sick 2 Def

Incredible song on so many levels. His performance is so mindblowing it doesn't really do it justice reading it on a screen, despite the visceral power of the lyrics. Crazy stuff.

Um...that was horrible.

puke

Originally posted by Arctic
Um...that was horrible.

puke

❌ that was dope.

I'd never heard it before, but just reading it brought a smile to my face.

The thread is for ill verses or lines.

Those were definately some ill ones. 👆

Kool G. Rap

"Executioner's Style"

Nigg*s get grazed, catchin' strays, from the blaze,
amazed by the way i lays 'em down, when my sh*t sprays,
Crazy brains hangin' and nigg*s' veins is swangin',
bangin' and gun slangin' even my own fcukin' ears are rangin'
cause what i carrys' is much bigger than Dirty Harrys',
do a hail mary, and make bloody marys' out of your capilaries,
Pieces of flesh, hangin' off that nigg*s chest,
cause that vest, that he dressed, couldn't fcuk wit the Smif & Wess,
muthu-fcukus' runnin' for miles, bodies stacked up in piles,
Im killin' executioner's style

Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
what are you consuming
why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
comin' to your senses on some who the **** made you king
fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
that's why the low brow plow through a government name
you can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
my centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital

-Aesop Rock

^ Oh yeah, yet another guest performance Aes outshines the competition on there. Even Zion's poetry at the end can't save him.

I could talk bitches out of they jeans
Gold diggers out of they cream
Little wannabe rap motherf*ckers out of they dreams
I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends
I rap so hot, the water in my spit becomes steam
I'm like a pound of uncut coke when hittin' the scene
Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam
Stop trippin' little chicken, I ain't payin', I'm pimpin'
If you waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician
Wake up and listen, keep this in the back of your mind
My thoughts are heavy, the weight alone could fracture your spine
Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes
And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime
These little backpack faggits probably jacked my lines
But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine
Y'all are just bitches, Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill
While Ap's on a mission to make green like chlorophyll.

- Apathy

^ haha, some sharp darts right there.

mf Grimm

"Money's on my mf brain"

Sittin' chillin' past bedtime,
scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time,
Diamonds, linen, ostrich and all that,
Phat sh*t, i'm talkin' code cause my phone's tapped,
Crackheads worship me like i'm Jesus,
Uncle Sam can stand me cause i'm ****in' all his nieces,
Cuties every color, who i wanna fcuk next,
buy a new car maybe Lamborghini truck next,
look at the jealousy in the eyes of the ruffnecks,
bullet proof glass just incase they wanna buck tech's,
a large ratio in this game dies,
but i'm flippin' pies,
until the Senate legalize.

That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
That laugh at the critics claiming every year: "Hip hop's over."
**** YOU, hip hop just started
It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it
Then humbly move the **** on and come with that new retarded shit

El-P

They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day
They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
But they cant they accented like the UK
Turn that Ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray
Fragrantly fragrant and they cant escape me
My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went
You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone
It's a little to strong for you to be putting on
Trust me I say this justly
I went from musty to musky and ya'll can't mush me
I warn ya'll cornballs I hush puppies
The swans in the pond call my duck ugly
But now they hug me because its lovely
They love the aroma of a roamer of the world
Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls
Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

lupe fiasco

Originally posted by Inspectah Deck
They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day
They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
But they cant they accented like the UK
Turn that Ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray
Fragrantly fragrant and they cant escape me
My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went
You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone
It's a little to strong for you to be putting on
Trust me I say this justly
I went from musty to musky and ya'll can't mush me
I warn ya'll cornballs I hush puppies
The swans in the pond call my duck ugly
But now they hug me because its lovely
They love the aroma of a roamer of the world
Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls
Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

lupe fiasco

I Gotcha. great song.

Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for mc's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, i can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, flip it
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'nam, a killin bomb
But no alarm - rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
But for a microphone still i fiend
This was a tape i wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But i'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
What could ya say as the earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the milky way - world's outasight
Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it cause it's the r
This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin
Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin
The leader

Biggie - (Ready to Die)

"Everyday Struggle"
-end of verse 3-

Dealin' wit the dope fiend binges,
seein' syringes in the vain,
hard to explain how i maintain,
the crack-smoke makes my brain feels so strange,
breakin' days on the set, no sweat,
drunk off Moet,
can't bag yet because it's still wet,
but when they dry i'm baggin 5 at a time,
i could clock about 9,
on the check cashin' line,
i had the 1st and the 3rd,
rehearse that's my words,
drinking the game, D's knew my first name,
should i quit? shit no,
even though they had me scared yo,
they got an 8 I got a Tec wit air-holes.

(and that's how the shit go in the struggle, muthufcuku...)

MF Grimm-Book of Daniel

[Verse 2 - Mez]
Midgets into crunk
Monkeys in a cage
Murderers in a cut
****ing you up on stage
Tell them about the time
That Gunn punched you in the face
Basically you was hating
And then you ran away
You ain't a man, you a character
I bet that mask make you feel a lot scarier
Cause man to man is your doom
Like we're parallels
M.I.C. will see you soon at your burial
Listen Vicky you not goons, you cartoons
Your hype man is not Grimm, that's not him
What you speak is not true, that's not you
Your team's weak, I'll pop them, then pop you
Smog made ya mask
Jet Jag made your name
M.I.C. gave you life
And we can take that shit away

Girl, let me see U dance
New coat, huh? That's nice
Did U buy it? Yeah, right
U seein' that rich mother****er again
U know who I'm talkin' about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't got 2 play me 4 yesterday's fool
Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry, baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy mother****er
And all U do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah
4 someone who can't stand them TV dinners
U sure eat enough of them mother****ers

Who bought U that diamond ring? Yeah, right
Since when'd U have a job?
U seein' that rich mother****er again
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a *****?
What's he do 4 a living? Manage rock stars?
Who? Prince?
Ain't that a *****?
That skinny mother****er with the high voice
Please, who do I look like, baby?
Yesterday's fool?
Don't U know I will kill U now?
U're ****in' right, I got a gun
U think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh, U quiet now, uh huh
Little? Yeah, right
It might be little but it's loud
Yeah, right, mm hmm

Now put that suitcase down and go in there
And put on that new wig I bought U
No no, no no, the reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a *****?

Oh
Gotcha {x2}

Hey Bob, if U're out there, let me see U dance
U said U was funky
Come on {x2}

Ain't that a *****? Bob

Come out with your hands up

I'll kick your ass

This is your last warning

U think I won't?

Oh no, the ******'s got a laser
Let's get the hell outta here

{Phone voice repeats "Operator, what city, please?" in high speed}

Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, mother****er
Why don't U leave mother****ers alone?
What's wrong with U?
Well, why can't we just dance? Why can't we just dance?
No, **** that, **** that!
I don't talk about U, I don't talk about U
U little almond-shaped head ass
Who the **** do U think this is?
I'll kick your ass… twice!

Bob, if U're out there, let me see U dance
U said U were funky
Come on

B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what's it say?
Same mother****in' shit
Turn it out

Bob, ain't that a *****?

Ayo when I rhyme,
Fortunatley I possess a Jedi Mind
So the force is with me, when I rhyme
Son it makes me spit a fresh one,
So when Treds is done even a athiest will say I blessed 'em
And when my jam bang, better cop that
F*ck all these players who can't hang, get a jockstrap
Cos we drop bombs, better be scared
Cos it's either hop on, or be prepared for us to lock horns
We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war
And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours
So face us, cos you can't change the laws of nature
We independent it's competition callin' us major,
We major threats who deliver so place your bets
We'll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies and Avirex
We just spit shit too amazing, just shit
That when you face it you'll see it's a must-win situation
Ain't no second chance anyway, not next to the champs
Because it's our freestyle that's gettin' grants from the NEA
We well in doubt versus these rappers we tell about
Cos us and them - difference between takin' a L and a bow.

- J-Treds

First question for motha****ers that's spittin' this "I'ma thug shit"
You claim you blew out a nigga's brain, well what color was it?
A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated blood
B) Brownish like water that's mixed with dirt to make mud
C) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is it
D) Grayish like the gloomy or rainy day is
Second question strictly for players so state your biz
Tell me exactly what the definition of player is
A) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinks
B) The jail nigga that stash the mop ringers and slop sinks
C) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga ****in' the richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along, question number three is for the females
Never generalizin' I'm into details
Other than the fat chicks that's too quick to strip and spread
What is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead?
A) If she'll **** her girl man on some shady shit
B) Go to clubs but'll leave her mother to baby sit
C) Swap sex for materialistic objects
D) All of the above, love, you ****ed up
The fourth question's a question that's still in me
Who do y'all niggaz think that it was that killed Biggie?
A) Southside Crips cuz Puffy owed 'em a grip
B) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clip
C) Missiles from pistols from government officials
D) The same cat that came back and then sang "I Miss You"

Creativity as its finest by Saigon

I work like a Mexican spend like a white man

lupe fiasco

how bout that korn one:
"gonna kill and rape you the way you raped me"

Originally posted by The Doom Master
how bout that korn one:
"gonna kill and rape you the way you raped me"

These are the rules that I learned in jail
Rule One: **** a busta, he can burn in hell

-from "When I Get Free" - Tupac

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And they wonder how I live with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block

-from "2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted" - Tupac and Snoop