Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

Originally posted by Afro Cheese
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

^ Classic bars right there.

As I was reading those 2 verses the songs beats was just perfectly in my head.

The second verse made me laugh. I knew he was talking about some ass but it's mad funnier when you read it. His word play is mad complex to the point where sometimes you can't even understand it but I understanding most of the time. Rae's kinda like that too. But i understand Rae way more, most of the time over Ghost-dini.

I loved that "One" beat on his Supreme Clientele album a.k.a Ghosts best album.

My two favorite parts of Baby Bash "Cyclone."

She Moves Her Body Like A Cyclone
And She Makes Me Wanna Do It All Night Long
Going Hard When They Turn The Spotlights On
Because She Moves Her Body Like A Cyclone
Just Like A Cyclone

Shawty got looks (and)
Shawty got class
Shawty got hips (and)
Shawty got ass
When she hit the stage
She drop it down low, like
Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer

"Moshimo Negai Hitotsudake.....Kanaunara!
Kimi No Sobade Nemurasete....Donna Basho Demo II Yo!!!"

-Utada Hikaru

Anata wa wakarimasu ka.....

[center] Oooh I got more. dd

Type O Negative "A Dish Best Served Coldly."

"Bad things come to those in all good time"

Type O Negative "Be My Druidess."

"Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine

Around the pyre, a circle of thirteen
Thoughout these woods, ecstatic screams
I look deeply into your eyes
I smell your hair, caress your thighs

Now we'll make love by fire light
A blaze so high it lights the night
Long fingernails dug in my skin
Yourself so wet invites me in

Our lust increased feeds desire
As we combust, yeah we on fire
I feel you shake so deep inside
O oh scream my name and hold me tight

I'll do anything to make you cum"

Type O Negative "Black No.1."

"Loving you was like loving the dead"

Type O Negative "Christian Woman."

"She'd like to know God
Ooh love God
Feel her God
Inside of here - deep inside of her"

...and like 5 billion more.

About as misogynistic as it gets, but so smooth.

Throwing things, yelling in a mad high pitch
Here we go again with this psychopath b*tch
The neighbors will hear you, you misfit
Can't disagree with the b*tch without this shit
The price we pay to f*ck women
The most pretty b*tch got the psycho shit within them
Stuck up, as soon as I pop up
But see me with the next she wanna tear the f*cking club up
Check her pants, and number confirming
Learned more and more they're just shit to dump sperm in
And you know, probably get cussed if I back-slap miss
While she busy trying to justify who cheated first
"Rick what would I want
with this small chain wearin' muhf*cka tryna front?"
I oughta cut her off, let another sooth me
But I don't know, ordinary b*tch don't move me
I mean I tried to fall in love with a bittie
But straight up, just be with the b*tch out of pity
So although I know, pretty b*tch shady
Here I go, trying to change a hoe into a lady.

- Slick Rick

^thats a great verse, what songs that from?

jay-z - public service announcement

Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right
Hov', OH - not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
Shoot at you actors like movie directors

outkast - mamacita
(andre)

You and your nigga shit shaky
And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky
Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy
The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy,
you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl
She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world
Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads?
Felines in heat, meowin for some yarn balls?

Da Art of Story Telling

^ ?

Anyway. This verse is probably one of the top illest and funnniest diss verses i've ever heard

It Everlast from House of Pain dissing Eminem of that "Whitey's Revenge" track.

Instead of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters 'bout the things we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib

lol, yo that last line's the sickest line in the whole track, imo.

Word to the holes on my socks and my nose full of snot
I got dope flows for shows but got no one to watch
I got no dough for clothes but got hoes on my jock
But they don't know I'm broke cause I told em I'm not
Yo... Who said underground ain't supposed to be hot?
I remember spinnin' records back before people stopped
Now they spinnin' CDs they download and get props
Livin' life for the ice like their soul's on the rocks
But down here shows we know how to rock
And on wax WE RAP FOR FOOD like the old one we dropped
Look at me! I been eatin Cherios out the box
I'm so skinny I get lost in my clothes when I walk
But if you relate, press record on ya box
Grab a pack of ramen noodles, let it boil in a pot
And if you been here before you know not to talk
Cause I love the underground. It's the road to the top.

- Mr SOS

This is probably the sickest track on Scarface's "The World is Yours" CD

It's called "He's Dead"

You can run but you can't hide, I'll find ya,
Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin' right behind ya,
You crossed the wrong muthafcuka, now you paranoid,
Cause I'm a nigga, these niggas, you can't destroy,
I'm on the hunt, so keep your shit low,
But yo, I'm kinda slackin' up, I shoulda killed you from the get-go,
Nigga, but this is it,
We coulda talked it out like players, but now I'm on some gangsta shit,
What possessed this mutha****a to try to punk me?,
What possessed this mutha****a to tell me fcuk me?,
Guess he thinks that I'm a light weight,
Ey yo, yo shit's ****ed up, so let me help you get your life straight,
Cause niggas get they ass dunked,
For ****in with me, I ain't no muthafcukin punk, Punk.
I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat,
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your Kool-Aid pack
See niggas got it all wrong,
Some niggas fake the gangsta shit, some niggas think we all songs,
They come up to a mutha****a jokin, mayn,
And wanna test a muthafcuka's boxing game,
That's when they get they ass trunked,
Cause when you're fcukin' with me, I'ma tear this muthafcuka up,
You're fcukin with a dread,
You're takin 2 to your head, I'm comin' fed,
(Is he dead?)...... Yeah, he dead.

Reggae song by beenie man that just popped up in my head.

You heard,
what she preferred,
she wanna man to make her fly like a bird,
She wanna real man, she don't wanna nerd,
She wanna get hit hard good, mark me word,
I'm not a perv, but me make she serve,
she want the rockula well until it curves,
Her ex-bwoyfriend ain't got the nerve,

i forgrt the rest...

ima murder this shit tell dr dre the beats need surgery quick/ weezy from the dirty south yeah the dirtyest *****/ im clean like a virgin with dtergan and shit/ i walks into a record store drooling cuz it feels like a super market to me

lil wayne from blood brothers

I'm not sure how "ill" this verse is, because generally I don't listen to rap music ... But anywho:

CIGARETTES - FORT MINOR

Man, I love this rap game, mainly coz it's cool
To add a little spice to the life you've been through
Everyone exagerates a tiny little bit
Make that sh*t sound more gangsta than it really is
You can't appear weak, man, we wanna hear street
We wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
Don't take it as sarcastic, I can't get enough
I'm telling you, you can call my bluff if it's not rough
Then I really don't need it, I'm not even ashamed
I've got too much reality, it's filling up my brain
So sell me on the product, I'm addicted to the game
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up man

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel f*cking cool

Let me tell you something that I realised tonight
My hip hop radio's like malboro light
They're both selling stories and they sound about the same
Cigarettes say they're safe, rappers claim they really bang
We don't care if it's true when we lay the money down
We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
They're acting like we're idiots, they're lying to our face
Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway
I'm running out to get the next rapper's CD
Just sucking up the guns, drugs and mysogony
The same way that I suck up all the stories when I breathe
That little bit of death supposedly cancer free
And everything they say's got the truth twisted up
But twisted up's what I want man, I can't get enough
'Cause even though we know it's all just a big bluff
We just light another up, what, we don't give a f*ck

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel f*cking cool

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel f*cking cool

Listen to my words, listen for a while
Lip service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car, turn up the track, man
Give your whole neighbourhood some second hand rap

Hey, matter of fact, listen for a while
Lip service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car, man, turn up the track
And give your whole neighbourhood some second hand rap

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel f*cking cool

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel f*cking cool

Yeah, I'm not too sure ... Oh well

Cunninlynguists- Brain Cell

[Verse 2: Kno]
Walk up the rectangle steps, take a seat on the bus
Backpack, pack that sack meal for your lunch
Four cornered blackboard makes you act bored
No use paying attention, now you facing suspension
So its back on the block and the calling you square
try to get the label off but you're glued to the cable box
Closed Caption clothes and fashion, so attractive
As you lay on a box spring and old mattress
Choices blocked off, childhood gone
Just future cubicles and retirement homes
But you can't see it happening, live savagely
Only thing you put passion in is Zig-Zag packaging
Swallow Oxycontins to find solace
You need a fix so you hit some blockhead for his wallet
But the gun jams and the cops come to take ya
And now that bullet ain't the only thing thats caught up in a chamber (chamber)

Cunninlynguists- Never Know Why

[verse 1: Deacon]
Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he
'Cause his granddaughters diffrent than she suppose to be
Diluted her genes, its stopped the music it seemed
That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean
Said he could almost no longer stand the breath
From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville
So what's next? Don't answer me yield. (yup)
This is a normal occurance, not something randomly real
Ain't even allowed visits ove a child's pigment
His in-crowd ignant, a situation "wow!" isn't it?
Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support
His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort
For short stays, ya know? but more aid was needed
Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking
More than I can say about that man with his child
They can't even come face to face and share smiles
Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant
Like she spawned a ****ing anti-christ or a satan infant
Blatent mentions about family blood won't leave
Love's her deeply, but evil sends it's opposite feed
"old fashioned"
Too ever set in his ways to ever relate
If he could just set it aside, there'd be heaven to pay
Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave
Love conquers all? shit. I'd say that areas grey

Really have been feeling Cunninlynguists since Dirty Acres came out.

Snoop "Doggystyle"

-Doggy-dog world-

you think you got the bomb cause i rolled you a joint?
You's a flea,..
And i'm the Big Dog,
I'll scratch you off my balls, wit my muthufcukin' paws,
y'allz, n*ggas, better recognize,
and see where I'm coming from,
it's still East Side, till I die,
YXY,
As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double-G...Y.

I always thought that this was one of the illest verses snoop's ever spitted.

And yea i said spitted instead of spat. That how i've always said it.

Poor.

^ Nice lyric.

8 a.m., open mah eyes, yeah
kick mah ***** tell her open da blinds
and im, over da stove at 9, yeah
im cookin breakfest for da block and then i let 'er cook mine, yeah

Lloyd Banks freestyle to Big Daddy Kane's "Young, Gifted, and Black"

Guns dont mean nothing if you man don't aim
fame got hoes blowin me like Nintendo games
My debut is the end of ya reign
and once i really get in it, they wont even remember ya name
my dogs'll get a kick outta bending ya frame
lay you down by the bums at the end of the train
i'm like a locked-down pit, i'm hard to tame
stick any part of ya body and carve my name
i got ways to high cause i don't like playin
my bars'll get under ya skin like veins
if i punch you, cry and complain
you better finished what you started, nigga don't try to explain
i take the whole left of ya brain, as well as the right
and take flight and chase niggas hell in the night
even if she dead dumb, she can drain a wizard
cause a ***** aint gotta have a brain to give it

you know you don ****ed up now, made a big mistake
tried to come at Banks cause you couldn't make a mixtape
let the listeners decide who get on the charts
dont make me end ya career before the shit even starts
oops!, too late, nigga i top anything you make
you hate, i got enough balls to battle two states
you niggas know you weak
and in order for us to see eye to eye, you gotta grow some feet
that's me behind them words you speak
rap's like musical chairs, and you dont deserve a seat
niggas i'm hot, you frigid
i've been doing this years but i never thought i'd battle a midget
you know where i'm from, pay me a visit
and we can do it for da digits
million dollars
in other words, holla
why you let ya niggas energize ya back
and give you da balls to go and remember my rap
if rap was track, we trail em by a thousand laps
i got the train and it run a hundred miles and back
you aint never been an allstar so stop saying it
run ya mouth about calicos, ya never sprayin it
Banks hate a fake chump
so tell them how you ****ed up a pack and lay for eight months
when you wrote that, you musta been high off of eight blunts
whistle my name, you gonna hear ya face crunch
chump, i dont spit, i spray like shunks
and my whole team clap like niggas that cant dunk
out here all you see is crime all the time
i love smokin, thats why i buy it all the time
the money make hos lose they mind all the time
you look good today, ***** you aint a dime all the time
every hood got a nigga that be lying all the time
and a snotty nose nigga that be crying all the time
you aint got connects to make me shine all the time
what the **** make you think i wanna rhyme all the time
i cant trust u if we didnt grew up together
whenever shit pop off, we show up together
buy out da club, get tore up together
and hit da afterparty, throw up together
you wanna battle, we gon put up da dough together
cause if a nigga blow, we gonna blow up together
i stack in da winter, floss in da summer
it's hot so the sleeves come off in da summer
you see me in all blue in da summer
block parties and bar-b-Q in da summer
niggas get beat up and bruised in da summer
it's 2000, you need tools for da summer
i'm a nigga that had to go to school for da summer
only **** with fam, that's the rule for da summer
mutha****a, mutha****a

One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up
By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck
Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts
But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up
So I go to the door there's a note it says:
"We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat,
Do the right thing and we might let him go,
But if you call the police, that's all she wrote
You know what the motive is, it's all about dough
And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo."
I couldn't recognize the clowns because they was all hooded down
But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background
With fake alligator boots on
And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on
I immediately called Primo
I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double
Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest
Meet me and D & D in an half an hour
And bring all ya shit wit' you cuz you know what we got to do."
Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy
If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy
We'll see if Puff knows whassup
Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and f*ckin' his mind up
We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found
So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his b*tch ass down
"Now where's Hip-Hop?!" "Aaight, aaight..." he confessed:
"Suge came and took him from Puff last night,
He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."
So we went to L.A. later that evenin'
When we got there, everything was aaight
And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night.

- Jeru