Best Verse Ever....

[LJB723 0]

"My Lovely Horse" My lovely horse,running through the field.Where are you going,with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?I want to shower you with sugar lumps,and ride you over fences.Polish your hooves every single day,and bring you to the horse dentist.My lovely horse,you’re a pony no more.Running around with a man on your back,like a train in the nightlike a train in the night...

LOLBut probably wasted in this thread.

[ShakeZuma 585]

ICP

oh, duh

[El Guapo 8]

Jump JumpThe Mac Dad will make you Jump JumpThe Daddy Mac will make you Jump JumpKris Kross will make you Jump Jump ........The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C .........Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac DaddyMiggida miggida miggida MacCause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy How has this not been mentioned yet?

[Jadaki 0]

You already know what its about when I run up in your housePut the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couchHearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instanceI give this faggot a french kissBlack gloves, no prints, dark tintsWord on the street they aint heard from him sinceYou know about life after kicked the kid inSince me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-damsScri-dam the flow is forbidd-enEither you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin ironLox and poppa, turning niggaz into jim hoffaWho gon stop us, its your last joint double copperYou gettin money or your runnin from the fedsAint nothin over here but sixteen with one in the headAnd I solemnly swearThat all yall niggaz out there got a problem this year

[SBriand 4]

[Kid](Last Night) At the house we just maxedThe girls came out ready to attackMine was dope, but his was wackPlay looked at me and said...[Play] "Yo, I ain't with that, I'm outta here..."[Kid]He wanted to lose herWe got in the car, he began to abuse herBroke on her face, said it was a crimeHe said...[Play] "Your head's so bald I could read your mind!"[Kid]Aha ha, I covered my ears, tried not to listenLaughin' so hard at how Play was dissin' herAll the way to Union SquareHip-hoppers and coppers were everywhereI have to admit it was quite a scare, y'all(Brooklyn! Brooklyn!) Yeah, that's rightWas terrorizin' the Square

[Mercury69 3]

Roses are redViolets are blueI wonder why beef jerkyLooks just like poo

[El Guapo 8]

[Kid](Last Night) At the house we just maxedThe girls came out ready to attackMine was dope, but his was wackPlay looked at me and said...[Play] "Yo, I ain't with that, I'm outta here..."[Kid]He wanted to lose herWe got in the car, he began to abuse herBroke on her face, said it was a crimeHe said...[Play] "Your head's so bald I could read your mind!"[Kid]Aha ha, I covered my ears, tried not to listenLaughin' so hard at how Play was dissin' herAll the way to Union SquareHip-hoppers and coppers were everywhereI have to admit it was quite a scare, y'all(Brooklyn! Brooklyn!) Yeah, that's rightWas terrorizin' the Square

We're jut hypin it upyou know jus how it had to bejus take a look around boy can't you seeguys are bum rushingirls are just blushincan't remember the rest and its no online butoh la oh la eh, oh la oh la eh. roll roll rollin with kid n play now.

[Suited_Up 2]

Now that I'm drunk again I can contribute again....Any verse from Makavelli "Me and my Girlfriend"

[Suited_Up 2]

And I just listened to Juicy... the reason I didn't know the verse is cause I am so used to hearing the first verse, maybe the 2nd, but not so much the 3rd. Never listened to a lot of biggie.

[El Guapo 8]

Now that I'm drunk again I can contribute again....Any verse from Makavelli "Me and my Girlfriend"

This ^^^^^

And I just listened to Juicy... the reason I didn't know the verse is cause I am so used to hearing the first verse, maybe the 2nd, but not so much the 3rd. Never listened to a lot of biggie.

Makes up for this ^^^^^

[bigkg 0]

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globeWhen I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastto conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunTrick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my sonSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlyI'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts mewhile, funny style niggaz roll in the pileRooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's IsleHoldin weed inside they pussy with they minds on thepretty things in life, props is a true thug's wifeIt's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go inDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictableGuns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

[Dirtydutch 8]

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globeWhen I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastto conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunTrick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my sonSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlyI'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts mewhile, funny style niggaz roll in the pileRooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's IsleHoldin weed inside they pussy with they minds on thepretty things in life, props is a true thug's wifeIt's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go inDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictableGuns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

I've always loved that one. I've played it 10-20 times in an hour, on several occasions.

[lvpro 0]

This ^^^^^Makes up for this ^^^^^

Biggie > Tupac

[dna4ever 2]

this was written and performed by one of my best friends and I love the lyrics .....Lord I'm standing at the crossroadsWondering which way I should goI'm weary from this travelHave forgotten my way homeSo I'm calling out to heavenHoping someone's up there listeningTo one lost soul, searching for redemptionIf I could only go backAnd retrace these steps I've takenTo mend the hearts I've brokenRestore the faith I've left foresakenHow do I ask forgivenessFor a life I'm to ashamed to mentionOne lost soul, searching for redemptionWhen I think of all the hoursMy mama prayed in vainTo save a lonley soul of a sonWho only caused her painGod she must have been an angelOf the child she was givenOne lost sould, searching for redemptionDon't mind so called livingHas only left me dead insideAnd the need to feel your love againDrove me to my knees tonightHave mercy on this sinnerAnd release me from this prisonOne lost soul searching for redemptionHere is an mp4 of him performing it if interested

[BigDMcGee 3,352]

I was riding on the MayflowerWhen I thought I spied some landI yelled for Captain ArabI have yuh understandWho came running to the deckSaid, "Boys, forget the whaleLook on over yonderCut the enginesChange the sailHaul on the bowline"We sang that melodyLike all tough sailors doWhen they are far away at sea."I think I'll call it America"I said as we hit the landI took a deep breathI fell down, I could not standCaptain Arab he startedWriting up some deedsHe said, "Let's set up a fortAnd start buying the place with beads"Just then this cop comes down the streetCrazy as a loonHe throw us all in jailFor carryin' harpoons.Ah me I busted outDon't even ask me howI went to get some helpI walked by a Guernsey cowWho directed me downTo the Bowery slumsWhere people carried signs aroundSaying, "Ban the bums"I jumped right into lineSayin' "I hope that I'm not late"When I realized I hadn't eatenFor five days straight.I went into a restaurantLookin' for the cookI told him I was the editorOf a famous etiquette bookThe waitress he was handsomeHe wore a powder blue capeI ordered some suzette, I said"Could you please make that crepe"Just then the whole kitchen explodedFrom boillin' fatFood was flying anywhereAnd I left without my had.Now, I didn't mean to be nosyBut I went into a bankTo get some bail for ArabAnd all the boys back in the tankThey asked me for some collateralAnd I pulled down my pantsThey threw me in the alleyWhen up comes this girl from FranceWho invited me to her houseI went, but she had a friendWho knocked me outAnd robbed my bootsAnd I was on the street again.Well, I rapped upon a houseWith the US flag upon displayI said, "Could you help me outI got some friends down the way" The man says, "Get out of hereI'll tear you limp from limb"I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"He said, "You're not HimGet out of here before I break your bonesI ain't your pop"I decided to have him arrestedAnd I went lookin for a cop.I ran right outsideAnd I hopped inside a cabI went out the other doorThis Englishman said, "Fab"As he saw me leap a hot dog standAnd a chariot that stoodParked across from a buildingAdvertising brotherhoodI ran right through the front doorLike a hobo sailor doesBut it was just a funeral parlorAnd the man asked me who I was.I repeated that my friendsWhere all in jail, with a sighHe gave me his cardHe said, "Call me if they die"I shook his hand and said goodbyeRan out to the streetWhen a bowling ball came down the roadAnd knocked me off my feetA pay phone was ringingIt just about blew my mindWhen I picked it up and said helloThis foot came through the line.Well, by this time I was feed upAt tryin'g to make a stabAt bringin' back any helpFor my friends and captain ArabI decided to flip a coinLike either heads or tailsWould let me know if I should goBack to the ship or back to jailSo I hooked my sailor suitAnd I got a coin to flipIt came up tailsIt rhymed with sailsSo I made it back to the ship.Well, I got back and tookThe parkin' ticket off the mastI was ripping it to shredsWhen this coastguard boat went pastThey asked me my nameAnd I said, "Captain Kidd"They believed me butThey wanted to knowWhat exactly that I didI said for the Pope of ErukeI was employedThey let me go right awayThey were very paranoid.Well, the last I heard of ArabHe was stuck on a whaleThat was married to the deputySheriff of the jailBut the funniest thing wasWhen I was leavin' the bayI saw three ships a-sailin'There were all heading my wayI asked the captain what his name wasAnd how come he didn't drive a truckHe said his name was ColumbusI just said, "Good luck".

[BigDMcGee 3,352]

Someones got it in for me, theyre planting stories in the pressWhoever it is I wish theyd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.They say I shot a man named gray and took his wife to italy,She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.I cant help it if Im lucky.People see me all the time and they just cant remember how to actTheir minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,I couldnt believe after all these years, you didnt know me better than thatSweet lady.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,Blowing down the backroads headin south.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strikeI havent known peace and quiet for so long I cant remember what its like.Theres a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin out of a boxcar door,You didnt know it, you didnt think it could be done, in the final end he won the warsAfter losin every battle.I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin bout the way things sometimes areVisions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin me see stars.You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.One day youll be in the ditch, flies buzzin around your eyes,Blood on your saddle.Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,Blowing through the curtains in your room.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apartYou tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasnt enough to change my heart.Now everythings a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,Whats good is bad, whats bad is good, youll find out when you reach the topYoure on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blindI cant remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyesDont look into mine.The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the buildingBurned.I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtimeTurned slowly into autumn.Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.I cant feel you anymore, I cant even touch the books youve readEvery time I crawl past your door, I been wishin I was somebody else instead.Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memoryAnd all your ragin glory.I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now Im finally free,I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.Youll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,And Ill never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,And it makes me feel so sorry.Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,Blowing through the letters that we wrote.Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,Were idiots, babe.Its a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

[SuperJon 175]

Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebonyI swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadilyPeople wanna know where Malik? He right next to meThe weaponry, the secret recipeHard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat withContaminated thoughts I walk the street withI bayonnet cassettes and chop beats withthis olympic lyricism you can't, compete withGlobe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelinThings Fall Apart and MC's unravellinBackstage whisperin to management like"change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them"My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back againYour crew practicin to catch this natural blendThey packages read "care when handlin"It's all soft shit, batteries not included withMatter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactmentI blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-DThe new testament, mic specialist, what?

[Vandees 0]

I do a damn good jobAnd bitches on my dick like a human shishkabobYou can feel it...sweat from my ballsYou can feel it...sweat from my ballsSweat from my biggity balls y'all

[Don Giovanni 0]

on the mic its all magic, and i got short sleevesand im just that nice, i might let you breatheput a mic infront of me, and im gonna bless ithummingbird style, seventy times in one second

[BigDMcGee 3,352]

I be doing all the dumb shit yoCause nothing is coming from itIm not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya hummingHumming coming at ya! then you know I had to gat ya!Time for some action just a fraction of frictionI got the clearance to run the interferenceIn to your sattle light shining a battle lightSen got the gat and I know that well gat you rightHeres an example just a little sample:How could I just kill a manOne time tried to come in my home take my chromeI said yo its on. take cover son or youre assed outHow do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass outDidnt have to blast him but I did any way, young punk had to paySo I just killed a manHere is something you cant understand,How I could just kill a man!!!!!

[bobbywithani 0]

Now this may sound disgusting an like very grossBut its sure to have your trippinSo yall listen closeIts not bright as the sun or sweet like sugarBut its rather on the bug tip and its called pickin boogersNow what Im emceein might not seem kosher to youBut its still somethin we all have to doSo go up your nose with a finger or twoAnd pull out one or a crusty crewYo, dont try to front like its so gloomy and graycause we all pick our boogers sometime every dayWhether out in the open or on a sneak tipWith a finger, tissue, or even a q-tipTake it from the biz markie because Im jokinAnd also, remember this sloganHey, ma, whats for dinner? Go up your nose and pick yourself a winnerPickin boogersPickin boogersLet me tell you what happened on the train, manI was coolin one say with my partner kaneHeaded up to the rooftop, ridin the d trainWhen the man sittin next to me was so profaneHed stick his finger up his nose, then do a drain(you should a moved)I was just about, but al of a suddern, homeboy just pulled out

[Painter567 0]

I need to hear this one... what's the song? or link me to a youtube or something.

OMFG!

[Painter567 0]

What? Serioulsy Kurt! You deserver a smack in your fucking mouth!

TY

[Painter567 0]

COME ON!

TY

[bobbywithani 0]

Heheheh.. hey yo.. There's a place I know where the bitches go Where they rob you for your dough and shit on the low in Southside.. Queens, Queens Where if you say The Ave. People automatically know the path You don't have to do the math in Southside.. Queens, Queens I knew this nigga named Donovan Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?) Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees and in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS Son got hops, never knew he woulda grew it Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block Youngest of three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds food stamps, and still he was a champ Time to get loot for boots and kicks now Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now His momma said, "Donovan why are you on the corner of Linden and Guy R. Brewer" He said, "Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time You're killin my high, plus I got a nine All I be doin is puttin in work so you can get a brand new dress for church I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta get paid off the streets, to make ends meet" With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small Thinkin, "This time, next year, mom'll be able to.. ohhh!" Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride with a smile on his face, the picture of pride Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head And with his last breath this is what he said He said, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" Then I closed his eyes There's a place I know where the people go Where you can cash dough and chill on the low in Southside.. Queens, Queens Where if you say The Ave. People automatically know the path You don't have to do the math in Southside.. Queens, Queens And if you got a glock, you could bust shots like ??, when the block be hot in.. what we talkin bout.. Queens, Queens Uhh, c'mon uhh C'mon.. uhh uhh I know where people go.. Where you can cash dough and chill on the low..