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The Best Hip Hop Verses of All Time, Part II

And let me make clear that these are just my opinion. Obviously, this is a subjective matter.

Again, no particular order, here are the next 11 in my series...

Formatting Note: Again, the formatting on this site makes me nauseous. I put these in a word document to try to make them all single-spaced, so the first two copy into this space single-spaced, and the next nine don't? Wow. Totally beyond me.

So, again, I apologize for that. Since this site is so comically un-user-friendly formatting-wise, after Nas, take " / " to mean <enter> (i.e. a new line).

Nas, "Hero" (Verse 3; 2008)

This universal apartheid

I'm hog-tied, the corporate side

Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it<o:p></o:p>

First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it<o:p></o:p>

But Newsweek article startled big wigs<o:p></o:p>

They said, “Nas -- why is he trying it?”<o:p></o:p>

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning<o:p></o:p>

Forgetting -- Nas the only true rebel since the beginning<o:p></o:p>

Still in musical prison; in jail for the flow<o:p></o:p>

Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce and Billy Joel they can't sing what's in their soul<o:p></o:p>

So “Untitled” it is<o:p></o:p>

I never change nothin'<o:p></o:p>

But people remember this<o:p></o:p>

If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids<o:p></o:p>

With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit<o:p></o:p>

I can't sit and watch it – sh--, I'ma drop it<o:p></o:p>

Like it or not; you ain't gotta cop it<o:p></o:p>

I'm a hustler in the studio<o:p></o:p>

Cups of Don Julio<o:p></o:p>

No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable, y'all…

Comment: I have never "gotten" Nas' supposed genius. Maybe it's just beyond me; maybe it's that I'm white. (Maybe it's a combination of those two things.) But this song, which features a somewhat mind-blowing, futuristic Polow Da Don beat (that I can only describe as reminding me of mirrors), is fantastic, and the lyrics don't fall short of the beat.


Fabolous, "Breathe" (Verse 2; 2004)

<pre><pre>I see em on the block when I passes / Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es / I make it hard to BREATHE / But I keep the glocks in the stashes / Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us/ And make it hard to BREATHE/ They has to react/ Like havin' a asthma attack / When they see the plasma in back /You dudes are wheezin' behind me / My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90 / That's the reason they signed me / It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts / Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut / I address the haters and underestimaters / And ride up on 'em like they escalators / They shook up and hooked up to respirators / On they last breath talking to investigators / I'm a breath of fresh air in fresh pair / Face it boo and do it till your face get blue / And then breathe.</pre> </pre>

Comment: Unlike with Nas, the cleverness and skill possessed by Fabolous is painfully obvious to any rap fan. In fact, it's SO obvious, it almost makes him hard to listen to. (That, and his beats usually suck.) But I thought I had to have one from him, because in terms of ploysyllabic rhyming and metaphor-dropping, he is one of the best.


Akil, "Future Sound" (Verse 1; 2006) (song by Jurassic 5ive)

<pre>Provoke emotions when I'm boastin and braggin / Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin / ‘Bout to…shake the world up, slam it from the floor up / You heard of us -- real n----s we blow the world up / And bump the planet / Take it for granted when I manage / With that home team-advantage, / Automatic rhyme bandit, ‘bout to hand it, / Cause you cram to understand it / When I land it open handed / I'm a transatlantic slave with that old black magic / Got to have it, from the demo to the master / Some brothers try to strike but light the fire of disaster / I'm the chainsaw massacre; / [I] rain raw acid dust / Down-shift, pump your brakes, ease off the clutch / We f--k it up, when we conduct, load your pistol up / Put this verbal d--k in your mouth, until I bust a n-- / And let this jam tell you who the f--k I am / Original black man from the Billali Sudan...</pre>

Comment: Akil is, in my opinion, tied with "Mark 7even" as the worst rapper in Jurassic Five. (#1 is Chali 2na. #2 is Zaakir.) But he really impressed me with this verse, over a beat that, I just realized recently, impressively samples "One" by Three Dog Night. Jurassic Five's members, most of the time, do little more than abstractly and obstensibly brag within their lyrics. But sometimes they get pretty impressive with the word play, as Akil does here.


Tupac, "Changes" (Verse 2; 1998)

<pre>I see no changes, all I see is racist faces / Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races / We under, I wonder what it takes to make this / One better place, let's erase the wasted / Take the evil out the people they'll be actin right / Cause both black and white, is smokin crack tonight / And the only time we chill is when we kill each other / It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other / And although it seems heaven sent / We ain't ready to see a black President / It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact / The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks / But some things will never change / Try to show another way but you stayin in the dope game / Now tell me what's a mother to do / Bein real don't appeal to the brother in you / You gotta operate the easy way: / "I made a G today" / But you made it in a sleazy way / Sellin' crack to the kids... / "I gotta get paid..." Well hey...that's the way it is.<o:p></o:p></pre>

Comment: I have never bought in to Tupac being the best rapper alive. I have heard better from Talib Kweli, Eminem, and Lupe, among others, than I have from Tupac. But this song was brilliantly written, and this verse was the best of the three. I only wish it had been inserted over something other than a cheesey Bruce Hornsby sample...

Eminem, "We Ain't" (Verse 2; 2004) (song by The Game)

<pre>Only Dre can, / Judge me for the mistakes I'm makin / If I'm fakin, I'm Clay Aiken / You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you tame b--ch / You're mild sauce, you ain't ready to make that flame switch / You'll end up in the same situation, same sh-- / Different day, just with different gangsters in your face, which / Way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement? / Think of what you'll say to Pastor Ma$e and save it / For the day that they got them affadavits wavin / In my face lookin for answers. “Rap sensation, / Eminem, battles to ward off, accusations / That he had somebody blasted, the mask of Jason / Was found at the scene of the task with masking tape and / The victim's p---s up his a--,” a basket case and / They ask him to clean up his act, you bast--ds wastin / Too much time, me no kiss a--, and if that's the case then / We ain't goin… </pre>

Comment: As LJHugeFan will likely point out to me (again), Eminem does his share of mindless rhyming. He also has his share of very deep and brilliantly written rhymes. Then he has verses like this -- immaculately well-rhymed, and basically insane in substance. This verse in particular is so impressive to me because of the combination of the extremely poly-syllabilic rhymes with the breathless (literally, I don't think he takes a breath after "Aiken") nature in which they're delivered. You really have to hear this to understand.

Ludacris, "Oh" (Verse 3; 2004) (song by Ciara)

<pre>Southern-style, get wild, old school’s comin' down in a different color whip, whip, whip / Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick / Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit, hit, hit / Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get / Ludacris on the track, get back, trick switch on the 'Lac, Im flexin steel / Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal / And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest spinnin on stainless wheels / Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel / Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh? I don't even think I need to speed / Bass-travelin', face-cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed / Dirty south we ballin' dawg / And never think about fallin’ dawg / Ghetto harmonizin’, surprising’, run it back cuz the song is called…<o:p></o:p></pre>

Comment: Anyone who knows anything about rap music and Ludacris knows that he is at his best when he guests on other artists' songs. This is the preeminent example of that phenomenon. He doesn't say a whole lot, but his delivery is flawless and his rhymes are clever. That's really all I'm looking for.

The Game, "Red Bandana" (Verse 2; 2006)

<pre>I'm a gangbanger don't get it f---ed up / You ain't never bang, you ain't never lace chucks up / So how the f--k you gonna criticize me? / I ain't the reason n----s is bangin’ the NYC / Makin bullsh-- threats on the M.I.C. / I don't wake up in cold sweats when I sleep / I live comfortably / With a red rag tied around the 4-5 in case n----s come for me / Mad cause I started my own company / I don't know what the fuck n----s want from me / Except something for free / Before The Documentary dropped, you b--ch n----s wasn't bumpin’ me / And to some degree, / I gotta keep that 4-5th under me / I don't run from beef / It's either cock back-squeeze, or be underneath / Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton-Compton) / And my grandmother died before I was mul-TIE / Wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high / High off cocaine / My introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin Soul Train / Mama told me I was the future, and one day I'd be high like Soul Plane / “Just don't bang…” / But back then, I'd do anything for a jheri-curl and a gold chain / N----s always got something to say / Like they ain't never bumped N.W.A. / Punk n----s talk sh--…but when they need hits, they swallow they f---in’ pride and come runnin’ to Dre / N----s come to LA when they need to talk / Cuz Kanye told everybody Jesus Walks / Bush killed more n----s in the towers then gangbanging ever did -- that's why they need New York.<o:p></o:p></pre>

Comment: I feel about Game very much the same as I do about Big Boi -- he is consistently good but rarely great. This is an example of greatness. The rhymes are as good as he's ever had, and he rhymes with a speed few rappers can attain. Plus, the guitar-laced beat sounds pretty menacing and goes well with the lyrics, and that doesn't hurt the effort.

Common, "Forever Begins" (Verse 2; 2007)

<pre>Ashes and snowfalls / I wonder when the roll call for heaven gon' come / Forever gon’ come / It's a cold world, and I can never go numb / Look fear in the eyes, say, "I'm never gon’ run" / Sooner than later…I know the cheddar gon' come / For now I write the world letters to better the young / On tree-by-jury…together we hung / Now we let our chains hang / And gang bang to maintain / ‘Ghanistan goin' through the same thing / It trickles down; at each other we aim pain / I shoot for stars, grease and exclusive cars / Through the ride, I learned to earn hard / Watch gangstas turn God in the midst of war / No matter how much I elevate, I kiss the floor / It was in the wind when she said Dilla was gone / That's when I knew we'd live forever through song.<o:p></o:p></pre>


Comment: Common is too hippie for me, generally. And I don't really like his voice. But I can't honestly deny his lyrical ability, so I won't. On this song, he rhymes very thoughtfully about a myriad of problem-solution combinations over a soulful Kanye keyboard beat. This is another one that can't truly be appreciated unless heard.

Talib Kweli, "Hostile Gospel, Part I (Deliver Us)" (Verse 1; 2007)

<pre>I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death / I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government-fed / What become of the vets? / They drugged up, they f---ed up, they in debt / There ain't no love and no respect; it's like a gang; it's like a club or a sect / Hip-Hop's the new WWF / What -- do you rap or do you wrestle? N----s love to forget / We got til it's gone; you think you on -- you still hustlin backwards / Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a f---in disaster / Back to the…topic we on, it all started at Rawkus / They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts: / “Is he a backpacker?” “Is he a mad rapper, / An entertainer, or the author of the last chapter?” / We livin’ in these times of love and cholera / Synonymous with the apocalypse / Look up -- the clouds is ominous / We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists / Sh--, we still waitin’ for the Congress to acknowledge this!<o:p></o:p></pre>

Comment: Talib Kweli, as recognized by Jay-Z (among others), is a lyrical genius. The problem many -- including myself -- have with him is patently weak beats. (Of course, for many this is also a great strength of his music.) So the best thing he could have done, from the standpoint of people like me, is take a militant Just Blaze beat over which to rap. And apparently the beat inspired him, because in terms of relevant subject matter, emotional display, and lyrical skill, this is one of the best verses I have ever heard.

Andre 3000, "Rosa Parks" (Verse 2; 1996)

<pre>I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game / To stimulate, then activate, the left and right brain / Said, “baby boy, ya only funky as your last cut -- / Ya focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what.” / That’s one to live by or, either, that’s one to die to / I try to just throw it at you / “Determine your own adventure, Andre” / Got to her station; here's my destination / She got off the bus, the conversation / Lingered in my head for hours / Took a shower kinda sour / Cause my favorite group ain't comin with it / But I'm witcha cause ya probably goin through it anyway / But…anyhow, when in doubt, / Went on out and bought it / Cause I thought it would be jammin’ / But examine all the flawsky-wawsky / Awfully…sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote / And I hope I never have to float in that boat: / Up sh—‘s creek; “It's weak” is the last quote / That I want to hear when I'm goin down, / When all's said and done and we got a new joe in town / When the record player get to skippin and slowin down / All yawl can say is them n----s earned that crown / But until then...</pre>

Comment: This has to be the verse that created the legend that has become Andre 3000. (Eminem lists him as one of the best rappers alive. Lil Wayne and T.I. both strive to be compared with him.) Before this verse, he was an amazing lyracist. Since it, he has become almost untouchable in terms of style and cerebralism. (I know that's not actually a word.) Aside from two purposeful pauses, Andre flows in a flawless stream of consciousness about how he (and OutKast) must progress in order to remain great. Apparently, he followed his own steps.

Jay-Z, "Crazy in Love" (Verse 3; 2003) (song by Beyonce)

<pre>Young Hov, y'all know when the flow is loco / Young B and the R-O-C, uh oh / O.G., big homie, the one and only / Stick bony, but the pockets is fat like Tony… / Soprano / The ROC handle like Van Exel / I shake phonies, man you can't get next to / The genuine article I do not sing though / I sling though, / If anything I bling yo / Star like Ringo / Roll like a green Co’-vette / Crazy…bring ya whole set / Jay-Z in the range / Crazy and deranged / They can't figure him out, they like, “hey’s he insane?” / Yes sir, I'm cut from a different cloth / My texture is the best fur / (Chinchilla) / I been iller than chain smokers / How you think I got the name Hova? / I been realer; the game's over / Fall back Young / Ever since the label changed over to platinum / The game's been a wrap, one.<o:p></o:p></pre>

Comment: Yes, I know this song is by Beyonce. Yes, I know it was a radio hit, and it didn't do much to help Jay-Z's street cred. But this is an example of Jay-Z trying to impress when he knew legions of people would hear the song he guested on. (He likely also was trying to impress his, at the time, relatively new girlfriend.) He succeeded, dropping some of the most clever and well-rhymed lines I have ever heard from him.


And just FYI...There will be a Part III...


Posted on: January 7, 2009 3:28 pm
Edited on: January 7, 2009 3:38 pm

The Best Hip Hop Verses of All Time

First of all, I have NO IDEA why this is formatting the way it is. Ah, technology. Sometimes, I just wanna punch it in the uterus.

Here's another of those dreaded non-sports entries....

I don't expect that there are many hip hop fans on this site. I expect there are even fewer HUGE hip hop fans, as I am. But Vibe Magazine recently had a list of the 15 best rap verses ever, and I disagreed with most of it.

This is part 1 -- the first 11 -- of my list. I don't know yet how many parts there will be -- I just keep thinking of new, amazing verses that I feel like including. It will be more than 15, because that's just too small a number with all the great verses out there.

No particular order.


Eminem, "Renegade" (Verse 1; 2000)

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherf---in drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now...that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents<o:p></o:p>

I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go...And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the...renegade.<o:p></o:p>

Comment: In my opinion, the best verse ever. This is just typical Eminem. I am not aware of any other rapper (or any other sort of lyricist) who is able to string together so many sensical, polysyllabic rhymes as he does. And his sense of humor, albeit a very subtle and dry one, is unparallelled.


T.I., "I'm Illy (Verse 1; 2008)


Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a b---- again
The bullsh-- I'm addressin, check I'm on some next level sh--
Never been f---ed in the game, I'm celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get
Listen let's settle this -- be clear:
I could fall back seven years, still it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin if you get to stand next to me
Five star general, O.G. veteran
Caked like Entenmann's, blowin that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavily
Rap until you're seventy; still ain't no catchin me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, and Beverly
Be standin on top, still, after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine, that's over, finito
You payin for your foul like a free throw. BOW!
Now, how could a n---- think that he could see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV
Know I sold more mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin on your big break, prayin you could be me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me
You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin
I'm six albums in for 10 years I been five hot steamin
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin, beamin
That's why I say I'm king, b----, I got my reasons.

<o:p>Comment: The second verse of this song is also awesome. T.I. has always been an above average rapper, but on some songs on Paper Trail, his 2008 pre-prison album, such as this one and "56 Bars" just have fantastic word play on them. </o:p>


Dr. Dre, "Forgot About Dre" (Verse 3; 1999) (written by Eminem)<o:p></o:p>


If it was up to me, you muh'f---ers would stop comin up to me 
With your hands out, lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this new company
Everybody wanna come to me, like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of
I told em all - all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?
Cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off?
What? Cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Try'n'a get this damn label off?
I ain't havin that!<o:p></o:p>

This is the millenium of Aftermath!
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque, and f--- rap, you can have it back!
So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats<o:p></o:p>

Know that I was strapped with gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch.

<o:p>Comment: When he writes his own rhymes, Dr. Dre is not a good rapper. But when Eminem wrote this verse (and Dre's other verse from this song), Dre became incredible. Dre's delivery made this better than Eminem ever could have made it.</o:p>


Big Boi, "I'm So Hood" (remix) (Verse 4; 2007)

Daddy Fat Sacks<o:p></o:p>

So hood like a Cadillac, on the mint on from the Baby-lon
Call an ambulance,<o:p></o:p>

To come and pick that a-- up, cause the n---- never had a chance
They try to dance with the devil in a pale moonlight
Advance on a level that they can’t do right
Lay hands on a fella like a man in blue lights
(WOOP WOOP!)….Do it twice!
Big Boi, the B-I-G
I'm nicer than MC on your top three
You cock-y, I cock squeeze
Bust them thangs, now you slop-py
Speed it up, slow it down, then screw it
Don’t bite the flow, cause I got that fluid
Run through the crew on some whole other new sh--
Newness bi---, we do this!

Comment: This is one of those where you have to hear it to fully understand how impressive it is. Big Boi is one of my favorite rappers, but his is more consistently good than occasionally outstanding. But if you are so inclined, listen to this song -- Big Boi's is the best of 3 incredible verses. (The others are from Busta Rhymes and Ludacris.)


Andre 3000, "Da Art of Storytellin', Part 4" (Verse 1; 2007)

So I'm watching her fine a-- walk to my bedroom
And thought to myself that's the shape of things to come
She said, "Why in the club, you don't make it precipate?
You know, make it rain when you could make it thunderstorm?"
I'm like, why? The world needs sun... <o:p></o:p>

The hood needs funds; there's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor, when people are poor?
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore
Got a cord, umbilical, attached to a place that can't afford
No landscapin' or window drapin'
This old lady told me if I ain't got nothin' good, say nay-thin'
That's why I don't talk much. I swear it don't cost much
To pay attention to me
I tell it like it is and then I tell it how it could be
The hood be <o:p></o:p>

Requesting my services
Oh, don't get nervous, it's
Step your game up time<o:p></o:p>

These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancing in some club
N----s ride to me; women be off in their tub
Exfoliating with their poms poms yelling, "Go 3000."
I'm in my whatever bumping NWAH [n.w.a.], "100 Miles and Runnin'"
Runnin', Runnin', Runnin',
Summon, woman. Come in. <o:p></o:p>

Sit down, heard you need some plumbin'
Done and<o:p></o:p>

I’m in <o:p></o:p>

A swell mood; a rather swole mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she’ll be back, she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend so the door
I pointed her to. I said, "Call me when y'all break up
I don’t f--- nobody's bitch and never owned a Jacob."
Know what time it is
N---- just tryin' to live like a n---- supposed to live
If I still drank that malt liquor, I’d po' the beer
On the ground for n----s not around<o:p></o:p>

I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Favre-in'
Trying see if I still got it got it
I guess it’s like a bike; think about it, bout it, bout it...


<o:p>Comment: Andre 3000 and Eminem and hands-down the best pure lyricists ever. And they're tied, in my book, becase they're both amazing in completely different ways. This is one of the most brilliantly written verses ever. I really don't know what else to say about it. He combines social responsibility and swagger like I've never seen before, and don't expect to again.</o:p>


<o:p></o:p>Lupe Fiasco, "Trials and Tribulations" (Verse 3; 2006)

Pops said, "They won't follow if your points is hollow"<o:p></o:p>

So with main vocal a ad-lib,<o:p></o:p>

I bring focal to bad kids<o:p></o:p>

Shed light on troubled youth<o:p></o:p>

Fad -- egg rice and noodle soup<o:p></o:p>

Explain all they rules and roots -- not enough to incriminate; just enough to demonstrate<o:p></o:p>

Why they confused as mutes<o:p></o:p>

Are easily confused and consumed with hoops,<o:p></o:p>

Spar greedily for cubes and refuse the truth<o:p></o:p>

Followers...easily subdued by flutes,<o:p></o:p>

Swallowers...of anything the bandwagon hands em<o:p></o:p>

But listen to me, tellin' 'em to listen to me<o:p></o:p>

Refuse my rule; peruse a scoop<o:p></o:p>

Let ne take you to my zone, <o:p></o:p>

Take you to my home -- please remove your boots<o:p></o:p>

Not the spook who sat by the door,<o:p></o:p>

But Lu who slept on the floor<o:p></o:p>

That you stepped over all these years<o:p></o:p>

Waitin' up, comin' back for yours.

Comment: I am as verbally confounded as to this one as I was with Andre's. It's just brilliant, and for the same reasons -- not to mention the fact that at one point Lupe rhymes two entire lines back-to-back. Lupe is an incredible lyricist, and I would put him just behind Eminem and Andre 3000. If you can find this, listen to it -- the beat (Prolyfic) is one of the best of 2007 (in my opinion).

Busta Rhymes, "Hurt" (Verse 3; 2007)

Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a n---- beg please
When a bullet blows by, he'll probably feel a little breeze
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the n----s who talk sh--
When I go to Jacob and cop that ring
If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang
And I'ma lock that thang, and the shots gon' stain<o:p></o:p>

Really? N---- ride inside the truck with me <o:p></o:p>

And for the most part the n---- stuck with me <o:p></o:p>

And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew better people probably tell ya don't f--- with me
Front if want motherf---- you can catch it
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it
Must I just remind y'all n----s when I come through
Know that I'ma find y'all n----s
Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all n----s 
See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw)
Clap up a n---- then I cap up a n----
When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (listen)
Then you better observe yo
Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the g---- burn slow (ssss)
Sh--- probably twist you up just a little and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down betta (lay down)
Checkin' for a n----, come and put your body in the dirt
I don't play b----...you really need to go the other way, if you ain't know I got it under my shirt.

Comment: Busta Rhymes is an enigma. He is usually lackluster for the most part -- even his ultra-fast verses don't have a lot of ingenuity or cleverness behind them. But every once in a while, he comes up with material like this, or his verse in "I'm So Hood". This is super-speed, poly-syllabic rhyming, cleverness and humor rolled into one. The beat (Danja) is pretty good too, so check it out.


Chali 2na, "Get Original" (Verse 3; 2003)

When you think about rap in it's entirety
Violence became variety
Silently personalities <o:p></o:p>

Differ from what they try to be
2na be on the frontline, What rhyme shall I hit you with?
Sluggish like a barbituate, we can make you admit you bit
A hectic thrill, <o:p></o:p>

Connect with Will
And we create with the calm, cool, collective skill
The checks get real...<o:p></o:p>

People think this sh-- is hunky-dory
It's another story while we be fightin war. <o:p></o:p>

Redemption, pimps, and prostitutes get the break they need
With breakneck speed,<o:p></o:p>

The fakes succeed, indeed
Thinkin life is a party and it's a must to please
But many pop MC's work for Mephistopheles
Choppin broccoli happily for your company, publically sellin Satan when really <o:p></o:p>

You should be bumpin the truth, so stop now.

Comment: Chali 2na is one of my top-5 favorite rappers for two reasons: (1) He is an amazing rhymer, and (2) he asked my now-fiancee (along with one of her friends) to join him in a post-concert shower. (I swear to God that's true.) #1 is more important, because his rhyming skills are up there with the best rappers ever. You see it here: "many pop MC's work for Mephistopheles", for example. Anyone who appreciates clever poly-syllabic rhyme schemes should immediately consult this guy's entire catalogue.


Lil Wayne, "You Ain't Got Nuthin' On Me" (Verse 3; 2008)

Get you 3,4 get you
Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2
It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds, nor bends, Mercedes <o:p></o:p>

Maybach, grey-black, and I got a 44, and a 'K, like 8 stacks
F--- your city and your town, I state facts
Take that!<o:p></o:p>

No, better yet like Diddy, “take that...”
Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
Damn I mean...<o:p></o:p>

Asinine, I'm dapper don and after mine <o:p></o:p>

There will be nine, damn I mean there will be none, I will be one,<o:p></o:p>

Of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
Or heard, Car-ter, Harvard, y'all scared,<o:p></o:p>

Not me, not I, call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a noono, I bring ral to your fune
Damn I mean fune-ral, fune-rul
You say tomayto, I say tomahto
You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin like Capital One – “What is in your wallet?”
You fly -- but what is it to pilot?
Weezy: I'm at the top, foot up in yo' bottom
Damn I mean, foot up in your a--
I kick that sh--, now go 'n' put it in the trash…

Comment: This is sheer, pot-and-syrup-induced genius. It's another you probably have to hear to appreciate, partially because a lot of the time Wayne seems to be correcting himself within the rhymes -- and the corrections fit into the rhyme scheme. (I don't know how else to explain it.) This entire song is full of incredible one-liners. In fact, I just convinced myself to include Juelz Santana's verse as well. It also has a grimy but effectively simple beat from Alchemist that helps make it one of my new favorite songs to listen to over and over again.

Juelz Santana, "You Ain't Got Nuthin' On Me" (Verse 2; 2008)

I'm on my grind till the po-lice come

With that p--tol on my side, boy, don't be dumb,

Or...I'll let that semi twirl ya -- now you can follow the drip,

Cuz one shot outta the clip will gheri curl ya

Leave ya sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants, or get opened up like presents -- please;

My young boys wildin for respect: sl-- your throat, have ya smilin' with your neck -- say cheese

My dough is just longer

My flow is just slaughter

My wrists look like frozen poland spring water

So tell me boy, tell me boy -- who ya think you're messin with?

I get money out the ass -- that's some expensive sh--

Haven't y'all all heard? I'm all herbs

I put fish sticks in y'all hoers d'erves

Listen -- I'm a shark, y'all just coy fish...


I got my eye on your wifey now

I'll have her lick me up, and then wipe me down

She told me you's a nag, you's a bug;

She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud

She told me you be beastin -- you be checkin for the burns, so I gave her knee-pads for the rug

It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle

You surf board dudes get wiped out


Comment: I just love this verse. The reason I might've left it out is because of the few weak parts -- the ocean imagery; the overly pedestrian rhymes ("you's a nag, you's a bug" with "I'm a blast, I'm a stud"); etc. But the one-liners completely redeem it. One of the best I've heard that I can remember is "I get money out the ass -- that's some expensive sh--". Incredible.

Jay-Z, "Flip Flop Rock" (Verse 4; 2004) (song by Outkast/Big Boi)


When i'm in the mood,

I rock the S-Dot tennis shoes;

At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip flops,

And I...mix it up like gin and juice

When I'm in them interviews

Dudes wanna know what he cop

Where you got that? How can they buy that?

Where the million-dollar watch at? Stop that!

What that? Why this?

N----s wanna hijack the flyness

I'm on a whole different plane, a whole different lane,

 A whole 'nother game that I'm playin, understand what I'm sayin'?

Hov and OutKast -- whatchu think about that?

Really don't matter though whatchu n----s chatter though

Anyone step outta line, you can trust that the mack'll go

"D-D-D-D-D-AT!!!" Get you chilled for that alone.

I'm back on the the strip

I'm back on this sh--

Another hit, I'm not gon' miss!


Comment: You gotta hear it to appreciate it. The flow is incredible. Not to mention the rhyming and play-ons like "hijack the flyness".


I will be back shortly with part 2. 

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