Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

kill'em on da mic , da mic , da radar
flicking down my idercator , handbrake turn round every corna
hittin da top ov da limitor each and every ****ing gear .. got the police on my tail they dont know that im out on bail
pc plod is out after me coz im on da mic da mic lyk skibbadee
they all call me the d- the b coz im dean brayley in my 2.5
i dont giv a **** if i cannot drive , smoking police in gear 5 , gettin locked up from 9 till 5 , o - the z imstill the D.B i can pop ur nose lyk a water hose , float lyk a butterfly ,sting lyk a bee i got that from mohammed ali, all u ladz are wanna be's, whats the best u got against me !!!!! BRAAAAP!

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
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Originally posted by FistOfThe North
Iron Flag? Really? That came in last for me after 36 Chambers and WuTang Forever. And i loved the skits on WuTang Forever. They were amongst the most memorable. And to look at it like that, Black Shampoo did seem like he was reiterating catalogue literature, lol. But na i thought it still flowed. He made it seem fluid with how he just kept on with all the things women were into. I thought it very inventive and imaginative. The beat seemed tropical, like some beach sh*t, you know.

I don't know many women who are that into exotic bath oils. How would you rate The W against the other three? I thought it was the weakest overall, although Careful and The Jump-Off are both in my top 5 Wu tracks.

And yeah, I think Iron Flag had a nice mixture of funky, bassy beats, grimier, old-school Wu beats, and the hard, minimal type beats from Forever. Only two tracks on there I disliked completely, Chrome Wheels and Soul Power.

Originally posted by Deathblow
I don't know many women who are that into exotic bath oils. How would you rate The W against the other three? I thought it was the weakest overall, although Careful and The Jump-Off are both in my top 5 Wu tracks.

And yeah, I think Iron Flag had a nice mixture of funky, bassy beats, grimier, old-school Wu beats, and the hard, minimal type beats from Forever. Only two tracks on there I disliked completely, Chrome Wheels and Soul Power.

What? Women love like lotions or powdery aromatic stuff. I gave mom dukes and my girl like a coconut body-butter gift set this past x-mas and they loved it. My sis picked a set up the next day. Yea they love all that... Give any woman a basket full of exotic bath oils for like her birthday or valentines or even just spontaneously and you'd see.

But yea, I'd put the "The W" behind "Iron Flag", too. "The W"'s when the Wu just like fell off, kinda. They were on the decline after "Wu Tang Forever". But I thought they were at ther peak with "Wu-Tang Forever". Meaning as the group and and it's artists as soloists.

That's your family, though 😉 My girlfriend's all clothes clothes clothes. You buy her expensive underwear, she'll eat your face, buy her jeans, she'll put out, buy her a pair of Guccis...well, you get the idea. Anyway, horribly sexist and off-topic here.

I don't know, I think both peaks were in the first wave of Wu releases. 36 Chambers, followed by ODB, Meth, Rae, GZA and Ghost's debuts. For me, that was their height, when the production consistently met the standards of the lyricism and they kept all the guests within the family (Nas aside). Apart from No Said Date, my entire Wu top 6 is comprised of '93-'96 stuff.

I exit out of my sarcophagus
Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes
Abolishes, to the darkness of Mephastophales
Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis
Conquered this, from a fetus to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus
Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy
Born to a storm on the seas of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles
Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu
Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions
Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence
Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius Pilate
I walk naked in the house of David with pride
Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive
Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me
Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Komeini
I break in half, setting staff with ancient math
I wait and laugh, create a fvcking blood bath.

Kool G. Rap

"Executioner's Style"

I'm wettin' shit up, you'll get hit up by the super-soaker,
Brain after brain, I'm a motherfcukin' chain smoker,
Cause it's the rootin'-tootin' with the six-shooter,
Put a hole in your trooper so big n*ggaz can hula-hoop ya
Liftin' them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns,
I'll blow out a n*ggaz intestines,
and send him back to the fcukin' essence,
Bullet rows, blows out the nose of my fo'-fo',
Gunnin' down all you bozos, who run and call for po-po,
Send in paramedics and bring a lot of antisthetics,
Motherfcukin' bodies are beheaded, n*ggaz is shredded,
So n*gga get ready to meet your fcukin' fate, when I send six trey-eight,
str8 into your motherfcukin' chest plate,
G. Rap's been murderin' n*ggaz as a child,
you can go and check my files,
I'm killin' executioner style!

Kool G. Rap

"Let the Games Begin"

Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin,
Blastin' in mad streets and merkin,
Shots exchanges from out the Ranges and Suburbans,
Curtains for anybody burpin,
Leavin' 'em hurt for certain,
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans,
We roll a durbin,
All in this dirt, puffin' the herb an'
we bring the verbs in,
Double action's loaded with Germans,
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin',
Gun fights strike like a serpent,
Leavin' nerves jerkin,
Lay down any person,
strictly for just target rehearsin'
cause skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly carry the burden,
so we varied the shit you heard an'
hit you with the different methods and versions,
we simply,
let bullets rip until the clip is empty.....

hit you like Jack Dempsy
the mac packin' M.C.
Wit gats clappin' like an M.P.,
Open your friendly Wimpy,
Frame like an M.D.,
blow you until your blocks windy,
be on short of a shots frenzy,
my shots won't stop till the cops get me,
blow all they hollows tops in me,
hazardous shit, guns is accurate,
sendin' n*ggas to meet the King of Nazareth,
Playin' me close has a risk.....

Pass the 5th,
one last kiss before your ass is missed,
these bastards is gettin' clapped by the strap activist...

[Prodigy]
It's just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whatever
She got her crew too, and said that we should get together
I said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hour
so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"
Then I hung up the horn
And I thought to myself that it might be on
Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears
Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears
Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us
Or maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportion
But this shit do happen, to niggaz very often
So **** it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, **** the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers, the ***** called
My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we're waitin for the G train
We put a plan together, just in case the beef came
Now we Bed Stuy bound
Far from home and on unknown ground
But together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweet
First nigga frontin gettin lifted off his ****in feet
It took eternity, we reached our destination
My heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patient
We finally got to Myrtle outside the train station
I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patient
But hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
Told my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"
Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to sound
Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it
It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we
jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me
Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo

-Tech 9

Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate
We so chilly they call us abominable
Everybody know we phenomenal
Get ya' money, get ya' women
If you're getting nothing
Your living is comical
Simon bar sinister
Climbing star finisher
Swine and lard vinegar
Rhyming hard blimisher
Realistic Heathenistic
Killer with a vengence
Breathing this shit
Your whole facad's punkish,
I'll make you kneel before Zod
Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits
Niggas with critical lyricals
Never no mythical shit
Step into the evil fickle abyss
Wiggle in pittifulness
Swivel this and get pistol whipped
It's been along ride
Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya
Better feel it when I drill it (trick)
Real is when I kill it (Mitch)
Hit it hit it
Never ever tell a millimeter killer
Quit it, *****!

RZA - Cakes

Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin for a Scooby Snack
Foul-tongued *****, you bound to lick my doody crack
Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex
Every slap on my snare drum son could break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
Who the **** raise your rank up?
I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff
Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge
**** a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox
It's heavy-bone birds stash glock in the nailshop
One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top
The God jewels son sound like a third rail shock
The gold crossbone, doorag, universal flag
Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag
Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe
Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose
Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil
Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil

Shaolin gods we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes

Im not really a big fan of papoose but I thought this was clever of how he could make something out of the whole alphabet using only words that start with the same letter to make sentences.

" Alphabetical Slaughter "

(A) Alert assassins at large allegedly automatic artillery angrily aimed
and aggressively
Accurate AK's able doorways adversary afraid as active ammunition
abraise
And accumulated an alias after arrested
And accompanied armed accessories as an adolescent

(B) Bridge Benz brolic burners bringin' brothers betrayer's bodies
briefly be body banged bleedin' brothers
Blaze bats in brave bashin' BROOKLYN bullets busters big biscuits
barrels blazin' beheading ***** boasts and bluffers
Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast bringin' blood baths...

(C) Cover cowards corners collectin' cash
Confirmed convicts commitin' crimes clappin' cats
Creepin' cashiers causin' characters comas cappin' crabs
Chaos causin'
Clearly commiting CILO cocaine capsule caps colored capturing customer's
C-Notes
Confiscatin' combinatin' kids are countin' cream calculatin'
Cockin' calibur chromes creatin' casualties conversatin'

(D) Dominatin' devoted dealer devastatin' determination demonstratin'
devine dedication
Debatin' drug deals demandin' dough distributed
Definitely dividing double digit dollar dividends
Drama declarin' demolishin' domain dozer
Directing dumb-dumbs doin' dummies dirty disarmin' Dojos

(E) Estimatin' onions enlarged and economically
Equally educatin' each exercise in equality
Eliminatin' expirin' enemies eradicatin'
Erasin' evidence every element evacuatin'

(F) For four faggots frontin' for fame fleein' from flames
Firin' full-fledged four-fours forcin' flesh from frames
Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully
Felonies, furiously fighting for freedom fatally
Frigidally, frantic fightin' FEDS feelin' fearful finacially fortunate,
flippin' figures for fifty-fifty...

(G) Gatherin' grants grabbin' gauges gangsta ganks g's gettin green
Guess garments gleamin'
Greatly gainin' g's
Ghetto genius
Genuine gestures gracefully guide
Government Generals gradually generate genocide

(H) Head hoodlum hittin' heads heavenly hypnotizin'
Hire hitmen harness be holdin' heaters hospitalizin'
High holdin' hammers hectically hittin' herbs homicidin'
Helicopter hijackin' holdin' hostages horrifyin'

(I) Intellectually infinite imperial idol infamous
Inhale the Izm injecting intelligence in ignorance

(J) Jumble jum juggler jaw jabbin' jeopardizin'
Jackin' jewelry jinglin' jackknife jiggin' jittery jivers

(K) Knievers, knowledge key, keep a king, keep a kingdom
K-K-K killin' keenly keepin' kosher livin'

(L) Legitimate legal license LEX lastin' longevity
Luxury life, language lacin' lyrical legacy
Lightin' L's loudly loungin' livin' large like Luthor
Loadin' long Lugers lethally lullabying losers

(M) Maneuvers made miraculously, microphone majesty
Music messiah mastered money makin' mathematically

(N) Naturally naked and notorious, naughty nature
Nasty New York nigga narcotic negotiator

(O) Observator, oppression obstructin' originator
Organized official officer oxen operator

(P) Plot participator
Plan powder pushin' premeditated
Po-Po partners patrolin' preventin' payment
Prosecutin' penny pinchers
Prison penalty permanent placement
Packin' powerful pistols punk plea and player's playin pavement

(Q) Queen's qualifyed quantity/quality

(R) Rulers rule righteously rightfully royal rapology
Real revolutionaries rather regulate rivalry
Rampantly raisin' raiders rampagin' relentless rivalry

(S) Sense up snub slugs snipin' sharp shooter
Smackin' soldiers silly severely shankin' stupid troopers

(T) Terrorizin' terrible thorough thug terrifyin' totin' two tecs takin'
territories thoroughly thrivin'

(U) Unifyin' ultimately upliftin' uncivilized
Unique understandin' universally utilized

(V) Visualize vocab victoriously vocalized
Versatile Vice-Versa verbals viciously victimize

(W) Why witty wisdom wage your wars wisely

(X) X-Con

(Y) Yappin' ya'll yearnin'

(Z) Zig Zag Z

Let's play cops and robbers, and watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martars
As well as niggaz wit plots to rob us
Try me, I'll turn this motherf*cker into shuttas
Wit them 911's revin, gunfire leave brethren remains like 9/11
And get the sounds of rounds dispensing
That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing
When I picture bits and pieces of bone chip and flesh, it tears me to pieces
Cooperate, escaping useless; trust me I'm your friend, I will talk you through this
Trick or treat niggaz wit hoods want the goods
I feel like Robin Hood when I share it wit my hoods
Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit
Don't let the 9 mill riddle your wits smarty pants

- Malice

I'm that same n*gga 106 & Park retired,
Smack the world wit mo' hits than Mark McGuire

- Forget his name but it has that "Jurrasic Park" beat. Ill song from what I remember though. I knew all the lyrics but don't remember 'em know.

Originally posted by Inspectah Deck
juelz's one was better

That was the worst written freestyle I've heard

Best verse of the year so far IMO

So I typed a text to this girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe
It makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No lookin' back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp (Pip), I'm glad it's night (Gladys Knight)
Stole the light from the sun
Would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon
High jump the broom
Like a premature out the womb
My partner yellin' "Too soon! Don't do it!
Reconsider! Read some liter-ature on the subject
You sure? **** it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that ***** do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out in some detergent
Now hurry hurry
Go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Hey keep your heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Man these girls is smart, three stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part... play your part"

I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains and trespassers
Incriminators, and parole violators
I raided wit regulators, evaded the instigators
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators
Broken in homes wit burglars, party wit murderers
Ghetto big wheelers, I sell coke for dope dealers
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the cap peelers
The time behind bars, ridin' in stolen cars
Forty deuce mix, posin' hard, rollin' large
Pick pockets that big, pistol packers and b*tch smackers
Back up the ally attack us, waitin' for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters with rock cutters
Runnin' up on niggas for butter leathers (or whatever!)
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin' cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money gettaz
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us and speed us, in two seaters
Contestors and crime confessors, yeah peer pressures
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws
Rapers and zipper rippers take rappers and over actors
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers
I roll wit cigar smoke blowers...

- Sticky Fingaz

It's about the delivery with this one.

EEYUCK!
Make ya skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? F*ck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla
Money's the leash, drag the b*tch by a dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the fridge ya dare, 25 to life in there
So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V Millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired
The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
B*tch never cook my coke, why?
Never trust a whore with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha!
Now you streetin' my style, like you internet sharing my files
You My Space niggaz!
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin on Sara Fin'
Royalty cheque nigga, I never been
Coke money clean through Maryland
Accountant just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a b*tch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya...
Now get the f*ck off.

- Pusha T

Prince alone in the studio
It's two a.m. and all the girls are gone
The girls thought they were going to be able
To have sex with him
They wore their special underwear
Once the tracks were laid down
Prince's back turned around
Raspberry headphones on his head
On his ears

Prince alone in the studio
It's three a.m.
Prince hasn't eaten in eighteen hours
Dinner's burned on the stove
But Prince, he doesn't even know

Prince alone in the studio
It's four a.m.
And he finally gets that guitar track right
And it's better than anything any girl could ever give him
Because Prince is alone
Prince is alone
Oh Prince, you are so alone

And when it's all complete
He feels like a hunter on the street
And when it's all complete
He feels like a hunter on the street

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
I'm that same n*gga 106 & Park retired,
Smack the world wit mo' hits than Mark McGuire

- Forget his name but it has that "Jurrasic Park" beat. Ill song from what I remember though. I knew all the lyrics but don't remember 'em know.

his name is poster boy