Best Rap Verses U Ever Heard

[Silleone]

Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'mma bank ya
shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i havta
Dr Dre an Snoop Dogy Dogg are fuckin actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers
G's, Nigga please, don't try to step
because if ya do, and i pill cap is all that would be left
see, young Niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,
claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint shit compared
to Real Motherfuckin' G's

That has to be one of the best ive ever heard, raw energy.

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My desert ease make mc’s freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and
Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You’re shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain’t sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in farragut with arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first lp, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin promos
Break both your legs you’re movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo’
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo’

spit by biggie, nuff said.

 

[Zero Cool]

Gangsta Dresta (Ole School Shit):

Nigga evidently
you just don't know who your fuckin' wit
so I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch
before I get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face
I tattoo Dre name on my chest
cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh
and you won't see R.I.P.
you'll see P.N.D.
a Punk nigga deceased yeah
and the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy
all because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
and I had to make an example
nigga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample
of a nigga with street wise reality
that don't give a fuck type Compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
contemplate my last day on and everyday base
cause a nigga neva know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
cause I don't wanna die slow
my funeral will be full of my peers
people that neva gave a fuck about me droppin'
phony tears
I hope I'm in the casket face down
so all you muthafuckaz can kiss my black ass now
and fuck all that cryin' all night
just be happy that I'm rid of this fucked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Phuckin Family.

 

[CalcuoCuchicheo]

AZ on Life's A Bitch

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die


I can't think of anyone who dropped a better debut verse ever. A lot of people think Nas' Live At The BBQ was good, but it wasn't nothing compared to this.


Rakim on Paid In Full

Probably because there's so much history attatched to it,

Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

There's also countless verses that blow me away - namely some of Big Daddy Kane's - but I'll leave it at that.