Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

Originally posted by Deathblow
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.

Wait isnt that Fredos verse? It ends with tell the b*tch to give it up hurry up.

Originally posted by Deathblow
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

I'm done talking
Ran up in the spot gun smoking
Shot it in the air one woke him
Sun soaking sweating in his bed like Dunlo
Thinking to himself what done provoked him
His thoughts is racing like a vulcan
I swear I saw a lightbulb when
He finally figured out who was the culprit
I said yeah remember me from Friend or Foe when
I told you don't ever ever come around here no more
Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down
This time you're really going to listen to Jay now
I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize
I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be
Plus I had sympathy when we all wore rams with your keys
And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me
But I was like "Nah", Chromes had to know he was wrong
And if you caught me on the foul now you would sing me the same song
Plus you promised
And that's really no fun
Yeah I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns
And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms
Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon
But my mind's like a flower in bloom
*** my eyes just scower the room
I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out
You think you the first nigga I played out, in a 2 hotel town?
Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you
Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town
Money well invested, rudely interrupted
Jamaican accents ***
A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen
Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable

To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
Who been into when in blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's
If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky
At your local sleazy speak-easy
Famely fan of the limelight
In the mic stand was a phallic stick of dynamite
It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
Jumpin Jehosaphat, who's that?
Who cats who do magic like "Tell me how you do's that"
Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like gecko
Thought I might do techno
Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet
For no reason he get cussed out like Tourette
Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
Butter, word play since third grade age
Back when we used to play "Bang! Open bird cage"
Hip hop Benny Hill's to penny straight
Get every penny weight then he chill, at any rate
My metal face hold with tongue release I-ring
Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing
Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting
Then the super-villain struck again like lightning
In the same spot (bzzz!) now what's the chance of that?
And a name drop like pick the name out the hat
That's a known drop from the, liver conniver
Who vote player out the rap game like Survive while I-ah
Drop through greens like a nerd cat wheeling ten speed
So way back spin your back and then freeze
While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero
So called rhymers, go call Cleo
While I, steal the show like thought-so-try-(??)
Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin
Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
I hear voices saying that's the super-villain
(Uhh, I hear voices)
Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain

- MF DOOM

Skeets thats a classic verse

Watch Vast murder the track effortless
Like God's on my side and he answered my Christmas list
After the first couple of bars I start to smell fear
That's when I take them there so they can breathe Aire
You're so secure with your insecurity
Perfect world of piety I swat flies when they bother me
Some say I touch hearts like Kano
Now every time you see a mic you just say no
Some write with words, I write with matters
As my soul is brushed free Vast Aire dusty
In the coldest winters we thought husky
They be like, "I don't know his name but he aim like Wayne Gretsky"
That's funny, cause I don't play hockey
I play horse on the mic and watch em all copy
Left hooks left from shookin etch-a-sketching
Give me an entry line I'll take a mile if you let me
I'm not a bum, I'm a nomad, off dome
Thoughts have no home, the page is ours to roam
Cats be on some fantasy shit like Cinderella
Well we'll see if the shoe fits after the accapella
And the nascent's claimin sonnin
What's the penalty for that? He might never come back
And the atomic pressure won't lessin
After you've learned your lesson
Mister sits in a track? Yeah that's a bucket I see
Like a farmhand cuttin a little piggie
From the author I'm also the farmer stupid
I shoot a arrow at you and my name ain't Cupid

-Vast Aire

Eminem

"Rock Bottom"

It seems like I'm walking a tight rope without a circus net,
I pop a percocet,
I'm a nervous wreck,
I deserve respect,
but I work a sweat for this worthless check,
I'm about to burst this teck in somebody to reverse this debt,

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My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or socks on 'em,
and those rings you wearin' look like they got a few rocks on 'em,
and while you flaunt 'em i could be takin' them to shops to pawn 'em,
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch, you want 'em?

Kool G. Rap

"Blowin' up in the World"

Rappers are hangin' from off my two nuts,
like they were put there by members of the Klu Klux,

Come take a trip on my cosmic movie boogie flicks
Far beyond space so niggaz say your grace
It's a True Lie that I bring drama like Schwarzeneggar
When a baby, I had other babies in labor catchin vapors
With two gats I move like too fast like Paxton
Ask Toni Braxton who got seven days of action
Black stars or moons eclipse the volume
Bang zoom I'm sendin honies on the moon with ten bags of boom
Ridiculously I will pimp an MC
To degrees I leave spots like chicken pox, check the synopsis
I grow confusing just like Rubik's cube boxes
Float like the butter, fly so what if I
blow your lenses, tear the ****in hinges
Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist
When I'm in this, the knotty-headed era causes terror
Y'all gimmick mother****ers better get y'all shit together
One for the money and two for my peeps
Nynex can't even reach my technique or rap sheets
For the Squad I lick two shots word to God
Then take y'all dreams and imaginations
To the darkside

- Redman

Posted both of these before, but they are my too favourite hip-hop one-bar quotes, period. Always worth re-posting.

''On the mic I've got more presence than attendance in a class of schizophrenics,
Here here!''
- J-Treds

''These fagets hit like teddy bears thrown against wooden doors
By misunderstood teenage girls in a moment of self-importance''
- El-P (aka illest white man in hip-hop)

I always thought, or swear i've heard, Redman say: "I'm so confusing just like Rubix's Cube Boxes." instead of "I grow confusing just like Rubik's cube boxes"

o well..

Could be, I pasted it straight from OHHLA, didn't check for errors.

Out of amazing manifistations,
i dictates the nations, with cosmic funk inovations from my creations,
it's cosmicsy mic pychosis,
wit mega segments, that be Sega,.. like Genesis

haha it sounds way better verbally but some Keith Murry right there from rightfully titled "Cosmic Slop" track on that "Dare is a Darkside" album. The memories..

I gotta pick it up again.

This one's from Joe Synista from a classic joint from '93 called: "People under the Sun"

just a few lines..

Jam, it runs in the fam when i slam,
Shaq attack, I Ja-pan like Ro-dan,
I rip sets and wreck and get lifted like a gym set
hit the deck,
i get more milk than wic checks... (or Wheat chex)

Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill,
licence to ill,
my crew gets fresh like Chill Will,

I kick diction, I'm more hot than Hell's Kitchen
Gates, The Man Without Face like Mel Gibson

One of the dopest shits is by Qwel:

See Qwels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
You rock sets is play this dude braggin' you aint famous
Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots anus
Doper emcees none existent like RuPaul's clit is
Cant tell if your dick or pussy like topless infants
Couldn't spit sick 'ish kid lickin' your cold sores
And leave you scared to drop shit like school stalls with no doors
Wonder how this ****er whispers thunder sounds
Your fly like crippled Ostrich's I scare heads underground
And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics
When style switches faster than faggots rockin' their thongs backwards
Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
He's a pussy on the low don't **** with Philippine cuisine
Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines
What's he mean I think he means your whack beat
In fact I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps
Get in your ass so fast shit scabs when the cops come
Guilty as charged blowin' minds like Shanno(?) with shotguns
Hold nuts like padded rooms whack raps cant plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
Man please I'm way to ****ing dope to be this humble
And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle
Like **** Qwel and his whole team those irrelevant flows
I'm diggin' in the crates and these (?????) on telephone poles
Hope I might choke your as whack as you white jokes
The only cat to drop lines like Samoans on tight ropes
Mother****ers can't even respond what can he say
Cause after the battle he's more like yo I ain't wanna win anyway
And Qwel ain't shit like I ain't lose he ain't even rappin' right
Damn right I'm an ******* you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers
Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them shits is cheaper...

i bolded my favorite lines, but this is a white dude that can spit some crazy shit...

Also the last half of the last verse of Em's "Sing for the moment" is one of my fav lines:
"That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
except for a dream and a ****in rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin to you - but we're the ****in shit in they eyes
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits live on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can..."

Dopeness...

"Cause you're sleepin' on my couch, and I'm tired of that"

-Del ermm

Originally posted by SelphieT
"Cause you're sleepin' on my couch, and I'm tired of that"

-Del ermm

Pugilistic linguistics check out the mystics we be fantistic
(You mean fantastic)
F*ck it, you'll get your ass kicked
Challenge my verbal gymnastics
(Vernacrobatics)
Vocabulary calisthenics
Can't understand the mathematics are esoteric
Watch the style but also peep the lyrics, my lightning, my thunder
Way back I stomped out Heracles
But now I stomp out MCs
Can't chill, because the Sun don't freeze
Heavy metal, hard like titaniam
Alchemist, I turn wax into platinum.

- Jeru

Some lines from one of my most fav hits: "Bring it on!" by the "Geto Boys".

I think it's the longest rap song i've ever heard. What's it like 9 mins., like 10 people rap on it.

Ok:

Just zoom, his ass, in the zigga, i'm the founder,
Stakin' up bodies like Jeffrey Dahmer,
Oh, here comes the flow!,
Watch me as i tip toe!,
thru a nigg*as window!,
wit my M6-0!,
puttin' mufcukers' out they misery,
and watchin they murders reenact on unsolved mysteries,
Trick, coward lame p*ssy ass f*ggot,
6feet deep is where you sleep wit the worms and the maggots,
nigg*s can't harm me! Rap-A-Lot Army!,
comin' like Desert Storm!,
you've been warned,
but if you still want some n*gga brang it on!

Gangsta Nip, is fcukin' your daughter G!,
I wake up every moring screaming "Somebody Slaughter Me!"
Step in my path, and your ass gets void,
cause i'm an aero-dynamic, satanic, schizophrenic android!
Attempted murder, i didn't mean to hurt her,
i haven't ate in 2 years, i just wanted a cheeseburger
bullet-proof vest won't protect your chest,
a whole body, is hard to digest..

Strapped assasin,
ghetto gladiator,
leavin' a path of destruction like the muthufcukin' Terminator,

It's the return of the mothufcukin' Dredlock!
Puttin' fools in headlocks!,
givin' n*ggas headshots!,
you don't wanna fcuk wit me i ain't that muthufcuku!,

You hoes better recognize this n*gga that 'chu up against,
Mr. Mr. Scarface ain't that n*gga to be fcukin' wit,

So lay it down n*ggas,
pump it down and feel the pressure,
cause i'm that type of n*gga that's known for takin' drastic measures,
quick to rip sh*t and leave a muthufcuku twitching,
So n*ggas make a run once my rifle starts spittin'
Round after round after muthufcukin' round,
I just shut 'em down, i shut 'em down, I shut 'em down!

I'm calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation,
still got the mind of a muthufcukin' mental patient,
I got the chrome to my own dome,
but i'm a give you one before i take it home, muthufcuku sooooo,...Uh..

In retrospect it's funny how I used to listen to crazy, ignorant shit like that.

lol

two different ghostface verses:

Wu-Tang Clan - Impossible

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherf*ckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the f*ck back, excuse me b*tch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin f*cked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects

Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's
TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
B*tch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones

bloodhound gang - new vagina

and how many girls do you know that have a viper tattoed on their tooshie
and how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their p****
i like them easy and hot and sweet like a rice crispy treat
yea know what i really want in a girl
me