post your favorite rap verses

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Here's Chuck D's verse on "Timebomb" from Public Enemy's "Yo! Bum Rush The Show" album, this rhyme structure's way ahead of it's time:

"You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car

People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar

No matter who you are - when I'm up to par

I betcha go hip hop - hurray or hurrah

But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news

Pop your tape in - put your car in cruise

I never heard the boos - I never drank booze

Cause I just rock the rhythm - left alone the blues

The L.I. mystique - you sneak to peek

A look and then you know that we're never weak

I know you can't wait - it's never too late

No fear I'm here - and everything is straight

Cycles, cycles - life runs in cycles

New is old - no I'm not no psycho

The monkey on the back makes the best excel

The people in the crowd makes the best rock well

The people in the back lets you know who's whack

And those who lack - the odds are stacked

The one who makes the money is white not black

You might not believe it but it is like that

When you come to my show - watch me throw

Down with the other brothers toe to toe

When you make a move - new not used

And watch the bro here just bust a groove

A fat lady soprano - loads my ammo

Hear my jam - with a funky piano

Easy on the wall but hard on the panel

A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels

In effect - the crew's in check

Run by the posse with the gold around the neck

Homeboys in heat - lookin' for sweet

Ladies in the crowd so they can meet

Somebody to body - makin' a baby

Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her crazy

I'm a MC protector - U.S. defector

South African government wrecker

Panther power - you can feel it in my arm

Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb

Tickin', tockin', all about rockin'

Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin'

The rhythm - to shake the house downy down

Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown

The man - the enemy - Public King - no thing

All fall to the force of my swing

Like Ali - Frazier - Thriller in Manila

A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I

No need to lie - got the Flavor Flave

To prove I'll win and if not the save

I'll pick up, rack up - put your whole shack up

Just choose to lose the bet - emcee stick up

This is the wiz - but the mike's not his, it's mine

One time let the star shine

And I'm tellin' you - yelling at you you're through

Don't think you're grown cause your moustache grew

I'm number one - you know it weighs a ton

And I'll be the burger - you can be the bun, girl

Surroundin' - my steady poundin'

Get on down to my funky sound

And rock the rhythm rhyme - one time your mind

Rhythm roll - two times control

The mauler and the caller of your doom

And when I'm ready to leave - you're gonna know I go boom

Three times y'all - rhythm rhyme and rock

Then you'll that the D is on the block

Four times y'all and never ever the whack

It's the hour to the minute - time to blow BLACK"

[Mc-Bad Boy]

Nas / One Mic

All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen

One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin

Matter fact maybe more than one, look back

at all the hatred against me, f*** alla them

Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-two shots

from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two

Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17

Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you

Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral

never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent

Nothin is fair, n****z roll up, shootin from wheelchairs

My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air

I let the s*** slide for too many years, too many times

Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines

If y'all n****z really wit me get busy load up the semis

Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty

There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust

Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut

THAT WE TAKE THESE B****ES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN

CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY N**** THE TIME IS NOW!!

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This verse from Rakim's "I Ain't No Joke" is one of my all-time favorites, he was only 16 when he wrote this:

"I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke

Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke

When I'm gone, no on gets on, cause I won't let

nobody press up, and mess up, the scene I set

I like to stand in the crowd, and watch the people wonder "Damn!"

But think about it, then you'll understand

I'm just an addict, addicted to music

Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it

Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm

I hook a beat up, convert it into hip-hop form

Write a rhyme in grafitti and, every show you see me in

Deep concentration, cause I'm no comedian

Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tamed

I treat you like a child, then you're gonna be named

Another enemy, not even a friend of me

Cause you'll get fried in the end, when you pretend to be

competing, cause I just put your mind on pause

And I complete when, you compare my rhyme with yours

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned

Remember me? The one you got your idea from

But soon you start to suffer, the tune'll get rougher

When you start to stutter, that's when you had enough of

biting it'll make you choke, you can't provoke

You can't cope, you shoulda broke, because I ain't no joke"

Edited May 21, 2005 by bigted

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I like this verse a lot on LL's "One In The Morning"

"Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict

You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it

Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic

For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra padded

You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge

It's really a tad tragic how they runnin through they cabbage

You know my track record, L battle like a savage

I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage

Uncle LL, I got product for sale

So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail

Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community

gotta get this money while y'all march for unity

So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on

Then get my dogs a platform to bark on

The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others'

Children shiverin under the covers

The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat

I'm bringin it raw, you never want your money back

I'm focused baby, livin like a quarterback

Playin in the wishbone, L keep options black

Systematically, burn you like calories

Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary

I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees

You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me"