A Rapper and A Dope Verse (or part) of theirs
 

Pick one of your favorite rappers and one of their tightest verse's.........

Doesn't have to be just because of lyrics.........it could be for it's lyrics and beat or even just the beat.........


Rapper - Lord Have Mercy
Song - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

That was his first verse, the beat was nice and his verse fit perfectly..........

Jehst - ''Cosmic Gypsies''

His Lyrics Are Mad Descriptive...


''Lion of the zodiac, know me as the zoomorphic messenger
Who orbits the regular, star north of Nebula
Stormcloud dweller, moonboots stepping on the inter-stellar path
- Let a trail of the lexicon
Alphabet soup, dragon space suit sentinel
Keep off the stargate, my soul stays chemical
Old space in several places, zero gravitational fields
- The stars plough my acres
I'm weightless now, in Mother Nature's imagination
Escape the status of carbonite preservation
I occupy lunar bases in moon craters
They shield me from meteor storms and new dangers
Cosmos, conguistidorf crusaders
And space age sabre-tooth tiger suit slayers
Explore the dunes, we move with the spice minors
Beside science, black holes and white giants
Psychic neckrunners and android headhunters
Cyber punks bungee jumping off the third rock
Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock
Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods
- My home's a heaven
I fell back to earth where electric sheep feed on the astro turf
I surf the network, and my skin turns silver
Metallic anatomy, the space probe builder
Rainbow conceiver, I'm bleeding mercury
Caught in a timewarp, and all I see is burgundy
My fingertips glisten, gripping crystallised flowers
Red and green sparkle, marvel at the powers
Asteroid showers, inter-planetary rainfall
Brainstorm colourcharts, the cosmic paintball
The mega-blast, travel on the Battle Star Galactica
Jehst! The invalid to infiltrated Gattica''

eminem

his first verse off renegade

nas

third verse off one mic

and no i cant be arsed typing them up.

50 cent

baby if u get on ya knees//
put me in ya mouth//
n suck me off//
u no i got u//

iCON The Mic King
Wildfire

Final Two Verses

You don't pop in my dreams, your the first thought when I wake up,
Were still crossing the maiden line, Im still curious about your make up.
So that, you've known me a few days, been in my presence a few hours,
You seen some of my fastest taction, factions, and moon flowers.
I can't be held accountable, 'cause time aint always countable,
I cross your gaze and sort the blaze, my thoughts amazingly founded you.
Your an arsonist...With an arsenal of arsenic,
Eating through my steel cage, see a flame can chase my starving wick.
I wanna see the world through your eyes, or live trying,
I wanna light your infernal rage, 'cause its thriving.
Incessant melting my essence, molesting my inner child,
Manifesting desire prior to a fire and fit your style.
But you have to think that, you wouldn't spark me accidently,
Im attached to the match you lit, infact in that act of synergy.
What do you think about love at first sight? "Yea, its an infactuation",
Can't it be a plants to seeds for standing tree to bask and raise in.
Produce the oxygen for relationships to breathe,
You can't imagine my lavish landscapes, your painted in the seam.
Im a King, your a Queen...That passively earned the crown,
Im built for that, please believe, won't be damned if you burn me down.

I guess im highly flammable, in need of a flame retarded,
In order to play part if, im to remain regarded.
I suggest I try the manual, if im to portrait the art,
Since sencerity strains the target, and clearly I aint a marksman.
Its funny your response system is the same breed as mine,
So I calculate each step, like God can read your mind.
Playing communication games to see if I have to call you first,
And the times we do talk, I use the words for all the worth.
I overdosed and over did it when im suppose to know the limits,
Now im too confused to move plus I already think were finished.
Im pathetic, bounching with "ifs" mixed with emotions, you,
Big with these notions of you sitting and smoking.
Cloud my brain, drowing rain, dowsed in slame, around the same..time,
I ask if I trust my hearts movements.
Re-examining all of my motives to see if they aren't stupid,
Im avoiding the flame, I might die if im scorched.
And only time can drive what im trying to force,
Untill then, in my heart is where im hiding the torch.
Where im hiding the torch, where im hiding the torch,
Untill then, in my heart is where im hiding the torch..I feel stupid.

Canibus - Chaos (Off of 2000 B.C.)

I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not
Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves
Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape
Manipulatin space in large proportions
Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin
About shit like supernatural forces
Gnomes and theories and superstring theories
Most of you mothafuckers barely
Even understand the English language, much less think clearly
When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell
Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt
I researched my roots, lookin for proof
The best place to hide a lie is between two truths
The aftermath of a nuclear blast
When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph
I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass
Reach your epitab and bury your ass
As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly
I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke

i got da bitches i got da money wat else do i need?

oh and dont forget about da weed