What The Hottest Bar or Multi u Ever heard?
 

In hear Right The hottest Bar, or Multi u eva heard, jus wanna kno wutchall think, n if u gon post da Bar/multi, post who spit dat iight, fo example.


It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs. Family
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!)
Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and
dope.. i keep it flippin' like acrobats.
That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist, there's more
heat than the shaq-attack!......Ludacris

^^^^^^^(Example)^^^^^^^^^

i ain't never had a dream in my life... cause a dream is what you want to be but still haven't pursued...
i knew what i wanted and did it till it was done... so i've been the dream that i wanted to be since day one...

that was aesop rock...no regrets at the end,.,.

What the fuck you stop-for-dummy if you slew--some--crack...
You'd make a-lot-more-money than you do--from--rap...

Eminem...

(Cam'ron)
That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who

HAHAHA!!! ok... I'm playin - but anything by Cam is ALWAYS hot multi-wise..

but i DO like this one from Juelz:

And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the last of the best (best)
One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!

idk dont feel like thinking now so im just gonna say a em line

wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
spent a million a track and went over my budget
now how in the fuck am i suppose to get outa debt
i cant rap anymore...i just murdered the alphabet

Actually it is more than likely something from infinite...

There has never been a greater, since the burail of jesus...
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases...
My thesis will smash ya stereo to pieces...
My acapella releases, plastic masterpieces...
Through telekenisis...Which eases you mentally...
Gentally... Sentimenatlly... Instrumentally, Dementedly meant to be infinite...

yep, its only right
we dont treat em no cash
we flee em an pass em
when we see em we pass em
YEP
i know they hate
cause they seein that cash
an seein right pass em
i dont wanna access' em

^^neef, yung gunz.....pretty hot multis there....

^that shit is wack wtf u talkin about

lol well sounds good to me when i heard it but w/e.....never said it was the best quality wise though....packs a lot into it.....

50CENT/EMINEM-NEVER ENOUGH
A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me
If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me
I maybe a little too fast paced and racy
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times
cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what category you place me

'I got flows to make you know and fear god...you tried real hard to blow, instead your blowin' real hard...so that’s ass-backwards, I got you backward-ass rappers gaspin' askin for aspirin for bafflin' massacre happenin'...prying crews off the sack of the legendary...and my crews got my back like its hereditary'--Copywrite

First part of your lyrics and all right but good enough...

dat shits hot.....

"YOU AINT START OUT FROM THA TRUNK, TO REACH THA ROOF, JUST TO PUT UR ROOF IN THA TRUNK(MY NIGGA PLEASE)/CHUMPS DONT TOUR LIKE US, YOU ON THA ROAD A MILLION HOURS, I FLY OVA YA BUS(MY NIGA PLEASE)/YOU AINT GOT UR NECK ON FROZE, WITH THA SAME LOGO THAT U GOT SKETCHED IN YA CLOTHES(MY NIGGA PLEASE)...Jay-Z-NIGGA PLEASE

"I AGREE I SAID, JEALOUSY I SAID, GOT THA WHOLE INDUSTRY MAD AT ME I SAID/BUT B.I. SAID, HOV' REMIND YASELF, NOBODY BUILT LIKE U, U DESIGN YA SELF/I AGREE I SAID, MY ONE OF A KIND SELF, GET STONED EVERYDAY LIKE JESUS DID/WHAT HE SAID, I SAID, ITS BEEN SAID BEFORE, JUST KEEP DOING YA THING...SAY NO MORE/JAY-Z-A DREAM, FT BIGGIE, AND FAITH EVANS

"BUT REALLY I DONT NEED THA HEAT, YA HEART PUMP PROJECT KOOL-AID, YA SWEET/I DONT GOTTA 2 WAY U-GAGE, THIS IS NOT BEEF, THIS IS RAP HOMIE, I DONT HAVE A SCRATCH ON ME/"JAY-Z, FREESTYLE

"I SELL ICE IN THA WINTER, I'LL SELL FIRE IN HELL, I AM A HUSTLER BABY, I'LL SELL WATER TO A WELL/I WAS BORN TO GET CAKE, MOVE ON TO SWITCH STATES, COP THA COUPE WITH THA ROOF, GO ON AN SWITCH PLATES,BORN TO DICTATE, NEVER FOLLOW ORDERS, DICK FACE, GET YA SHIT STRAIGHT, FUCKA THIS IS BIG JAY/JAY-Z

"There's never been a nigga this good for this long,This hood Or this pop is hot Or this strong/With so many different flows,This ones for this song The next one i'll switch up
This one will get bit up/ These fucks/To lazy to make up shit, They crazy They don't...paint pictures They just trace me/You know what,Soon they forget who they plucked They whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I'm like...CAN'T/I'm not a biter I'm a writter For myself and others/I say a B.I.G. verse i'm only biggin up my brother/Biggin up my borough I'm big enough to do it,I'm that thOrough/Plus i know my own flow is foolish/So the rings and things you sing about Bring em out/It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth/I'm in...New sneakers,Deuce seaters A few Diva's
What more can i tell you/ Let me spell it for you, W-I-Double L-I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V/And i'm back for more New Yorks ambassador Prime Minister back to finish my business up/[B]WHAT MORE CAN I SAY-JAY-Z


and i got more, just a lil something...any1 of these will beat any1 of ya'lls, and i got more....

nah jay z gets ripped by heads...

The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
And niggaz wonder why my heary is filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer
But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer
Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers
The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion
Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain
I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs
The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues
Like "Cheke vara" my soliloquies speak to a gun
Paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ
Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave
Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America
Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no
Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator
Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I
Stand on his right..

WHAT?

fire.. immortal technique

"You should cop a new vest, 'cuz if I got a tattoo
For ev'ry ni99a that passed there won't be room left
And I'll be damned if I spend a afternoon stressed
When my sex partner's 5'9" wit balloon breasts"

Go ahead and grip glocks, I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots
You'll have to liplock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I watch you topple flat, put away ya rings and holla back
Can't freestyle? You screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm overheating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than preists speak in churches
But your preach is worthless, your worship defeats the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what y'all fathom, shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no "cum-passion" like havin a strait-faced orgasm
Tour jack him, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friends dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading Cancer Plague
Fist-fucking a pussy's face holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffing, faggot, you less than nothing
I just had to get this stress off my chest like breast reductions


Its off a track called bonus on immortal techniques album.

thats possibly the dopest verse I've ever heard

Yeah i love that verse.. shits dope as hell..

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

Inspectah Deck....straight fire. Wu-Tang-Enough Said.

"This chick needs to bless the crotch with the salt and vinegar, before I finish her because the scent is sorta sinister...or imma call a minister to do an exersism because it smells like something died inside her screwing mechanism"--Louis Logic