Quote the Illest Verse/Lines !

Originally posted by -hh-
i got really tired of that song^

my fav Pac verse.

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me

Str8 Ballin , yea, i kinda heard it too much too, but i still like listening to it. IMO, "Str8 Ballin " is probably 2Pac's flagship song.

Yea, that "Only God can judge me " is ill.

I like that robotic sounding voice in the chorus that said "Only God can judge me, only God....Only God can judge me now .."

On Pac's 2nd verse, I like when he said "I Guess you figga you know me cause I'm a Thug, that luvs ta hit the late night clubs, drink dem Buds ,".

haha..

From "Eternal E" by Eazy E

"We don't tell you to go out and gang bang
We tell you ya know and our songs is as you
Know if you could go out stealin' and killin'
And beatin' up people all day but that person
Ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away
You know and we don't have no rags no red no blue
Rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go
Out and do that other thing or whateva it is
You know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang
Or whateva else."

More fire from Holocaust 😎

From the hells of the pacific I bring fury and anger
Stabbing devils in the chest with a rusty pirate ship anchor
Bloody sand we command and conquer – wasted land,
Then expand to regions undiscovered by modern man
Body counts, increase by thousands by the hour,
The sniper gone berserk blasting shots from the water tower
Absorbing energy from the sun MCs run,
My brain bursts light that blows chunks outta your lungs,
Blood on the pavement, crews gaze in amazement
I was doing that to niggaz who test me, on the slave ship
We sell tapes, and stage jailbreaks, for past cellmates
Murder you at hell's gate daring bitches to yell 'rape'
And paleface, gets hollow points, I swallow joints
With romantic charisma that'll make ya momma moist,
My voice, a salvo of bullets rip through your squadron
Circulate the planet swoop back you better dodge em,
Or get opened up by the marchin' brutal sergeant
Crisees should've warned you I've never missed the target
The living weapon, war machine barbaric king,
Relentless remorseless guiltless and I'm clean
Also the source is supreme, of my team,
Black Knight brigade peels caps like tangerines
Holocaust the hypnotic psychotic, sub-atomic
Psychopathic hyperactive but attractive alcoholic.

"My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done ****ed up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all"

^PUN BODIED A COUPLE OF GREAT MCs WIT THAT VERSE!!!

R.I.P. Christopher Lee Rios a.k.a. Big Punisher

Thugs Love Story pt.III (final chpt.) by Kool G. Rap

After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and,
went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons,
I brung the clamp and, ready to shoot shit up at random,
$5oo grand is buried in the sand,
we plannin', up in the crib-o ,with big windows, I'm countin' the dough,
She packin' her clothes, had her Lex in the back of the Rolls,
I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those,
shit was sitting on some chrome momo's,
tinted windows, a LS 4 double O,
Told the chick, yo you moving to slow,
speed it up baby we got to go,
and get this plane and, hit the Caymans,
wit the payment, somebody came in,
A platoon of goons with heaters aiming,
I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and,
slugs spraying and blood raining,
I left about seven thugs laying,
but this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and,
put the heater to the chicks brain and,
I let my two guns drop, they got the drop,
They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht,
The chick's man was there with a 16 shot,
Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot,
Honey started to panic, and yellin' at money in Spanish,
Thinkin' he's out to take advantage,
So we're out in the ****ing Atlantic,
with no lifesavers and stranded,
He backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore,
Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more"
Took us on a tour down in the deck,
Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet,
Saw this nigga there holdin' the Tec,
Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a nigga's stressed,
We up beside a horrible mess,
I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S,
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest,
Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to blast,
The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest,
Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left,
Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath,
Caught my breath,..
I seen honey down on the deck,
Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast,
Held her in my arms till her soul finally left,
I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death,
A real thug, lost the only women he loved,
And I bugged, busting slugs at the skies above,
Word,
*pop, pop,..pop, pop,..pop, pop,..pop*

Album: Root of Evil

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz be praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze the beat crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly flavory
Gaaaaze in to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
^ Big Pun

"Still Not a Play"

^My favorite Pun song.

I'm from,
N to the E,
W - A - R - to the K,
Double N -J
Got the A-K
When I wave b**** you better say "Heeeeeeeeeyyy!!"
Man boy this is the way the east coasts swings it so bring it,
And read the manuscript or put it down if you can't handle it,
gotta B.R.C.G. as a Blunt's rollers College Graduate,
I got a degree if physic on how high i can get,
so lets see how many niggas gonna die from my s***,
Cause the N-E-W-A-R and K,
Is where them niggas robbin and stealin' and buckin' niggas everaday!,

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African
Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
You'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame
- Vast Aire

i need more Can Ox

Just reading that verse doesn't do it justice. You gotta listen to the way Vast recites it, super good.

I like the way he flows on this line, "Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left".

Beautiful.

Vordul is sick too

[What's going on?] Everything going wrong in the ghetto
cops Desert Storm on blocks lettin' off
and they gettin' off on the ease
on the corner Ds hop out of unmarked Vs and squeeze 'till we on our knees
p po' on ice put us in the freeze on the streets of
bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends
I stay muddy in a sleeze
with ozs, breathin' through the vein cold
got my whole frame froze
tryin' to escape hold
twist off the L, they got ice in my grill and i'm dirty
and all i need for them to unlawfully search me
throw me in a cell, seven thirty
with thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom
we tryin' to get it and we stay bleedin'
hear that, one time i'll scream pheonix

From "The Champ is Here!" mixed tape starring DJ Green Lantern a.k.a The Evil Genius, Ha and Jada Kiss.

I'm just makin' it clezzer
The Chizzamp is hizzear
The Gizzame is mizzime, niggas,
This yizzear,
Cause these penetentary chances that I take,
ought'a get me that mansion by the lake,

Translation (for the unknowing)

cleazzer = clear

chizzamp = champ

hizzear = here

gizzame = game

mizzime = mine

yizzear = year

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
From "The Champ is Here!" mixed tape starring DJ Green Lantern a.k.a The Evil Genius, Ha and Jada Kiss.

I'm just makin' it clezzer
The Chizzamp is hizzear
The Gizzame is mizzime, niggas,
This yizzear,
Cause these penetentary chances that I take,
ought'a get me that mansion by the lake,

Translation (for the unknowing)

cleazzer = clear

chizzamp = champ

hizzear = here

gizzame = game

mizzime = mine

yizzear = year

That is exactly what went wrong with mainstream hip hop.

Mizzine? Hizzear? CLEAZZER?! What the hell?

-AC

"Verse One: Q-Tip

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound

Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, address your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed

Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer"

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
"Some might even say this song is sexist-es.
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses.
Whether your ridin' the train or in Lexus-es.
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses.
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint.
You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point."

From Simon Says by Pharoahe Monch.

I really like that part.

When Jada ripped that line it sounds iller. He was just being creative fancy wordplay showing off skills. I dunno, it was understandable to me when I first heard and thought it nasty even thought i'm not into the "izzo" shit.

Besides, what's the difference between what Jada said and what P. Monch did here.

no way can Jada sound iller than Pharoahe.

Pharoahe is pretty much one of the only mc's i would rank above Kool G Rap.

Well if I hear it correctly, the "-eses" on the end of the first line isn't actually there and was a faulty transcription.

Second, he's playing off the sound of words. Not throwing an "izz" in the middle of every word and sounding like an idiot.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Well if I hear it correctly, the "-eses" on the end of the first line isn't actually there and was a faulty transcription.

Second, he's playing off the sound of words. Not throwing an "izz" in the middle of every word and sounding like an idiot.

-AC

So you're saying Jada sounded like an idiot for using the izzo thing?

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
So you're saying Jada sounded like an idiot for using the izzo thing?

I subtract credibility points for use of the word "Cleazzer", yes.

-AC

Originally posted by FistOfThe North
So you're saying Jada sounded like an idiot for using the izzo thing?