#Killa Verses#

[na diel]

Post the hardest or illest verses or bars here and maybe Later I'll form a poll..


Willie D...
"I'm not a Gentleman"

[Headfried]

Geto Boys had the hardest shit back int he day "Mind of a Lunatic" esecailly the first two verses by Bushwick Bill and let's not forget his classic Chucky song which I think was borderline illegal...

[Headfried]

[tha god concept]

coulda actually threw everyones verse off the track in here cause this track is so dope...

Represent - off "runaway slave" Showbiz & A.G feat Big L

Verse one: big l

Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
Mcs get braggin' about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray charles,
Cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
Trash rappers i tax and spark,
I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at action park.
A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son,
So i got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cuz phony faggots i froze, it's a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
L is the rebel type, i'm rough as a metal pipe,
Fuck a benz, cuz i could pull skins on a pedal-bike.
Props, i got the most, no mc comes close,coast-to-coast,
Shows i host, foes i roast, adios, i'm ghost...

[Skellington]

Killer verses huh???

Ok, here's my drop

HOLOCAUST:

"Gut 'em like a fish, the man who bled Marbles
Bloody Mr. Fixit, holocaust and guns
Stumbled through the doorway wearing my evening chains
Real as the hallway red and blue Crayolas
Now leaving stains, architect from Cali
Rumble through the mist covered valleys, dirty alleys
Crumbs in your suitcase, ice fishing with pelicans
Big 'ole tackling skeleton, you're irrelevant
Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon
Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen
Strange man's pockets, cigarettes and candy
Walk with a limp, chance of a lifetime
Bandits want cyborg crank, tic-tac
Blow holes through emcees, size of bowling balls
Briefcase man chant, my flavor's building
Set a fishbowl full of jelly beans out for the neighbor's children
Two-fisted brawler, good times in the sunlight
Tracked him one night, you call and cause a gunfight
Holo-holocaust is sleepy, holdin microphones
4 dead men in the alley, the butcher
Shirts with the blossoms, west coast the gentlemen
Holding the pistol, smoke blunts for hours
To understand the language of flowers
Gritty mugshot, missed her arms and legs, drool bullets
Bedtime time to turn in but into what?
A well set table, third rock from the sun
Dead men hung, Cadillacs and dinosaurs
Hot peanuts and fireworks, the holocaust "

"From the hills of the Pacific
I
bring fury and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a
rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
modern man
Body counts increase by thousands by the hour
The sniper on reserve blastin hots from the water tower
Absorbin' energy from the sun MC's run
My brain
burst like to blow chunks outta you lungs
Blood on the
pavement
Crews gaze in amazement
I was doing that toniggaz who test me on the slave ship
We sell tapes and
stage jail breaks for past cell mates
Murder you at
hell's gate daring bitches to yell rape
And pale face
gests hollow points I swallow joints
With romantic charisma
that'll make your momma moist
My voice ensemble of
bullets rip through your squadron
Circulate the planets
move back you better dodge 'em
Or get opened up like a
margin
Buddah sargeant,
Christ I should've
warned you I never missed a target
The living weapon war
machine by buried king
Relentless remorse is guiltless and
unclean
Also the sources supreme of my team
Black
Knight brigade peels caps like tangerine
Holocaustic,
hypnotic, psychotic, sub-atomic,
psychopathic,
hyperactive, unattractive"

MF DOOM:

"The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
They bit and don't let a faint get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
Star shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
Man, please. The stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me the dough rake, daddy
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
DO not stand still, both show skills
Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, no Doz pills
Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
Off sides like how Work rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-riche shit
As he get older he gets colder tha a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro"

[tha god concept]

C RAYZ WALZ - "The Essence"

For those that said I couldn't do it
I'm here to show improvement!
(x2)

I'm Gandhi with a bulletproof vest (what?)
Malcolm X kickin' a freestyle, whatchu expect?
You ain't expect Martin Luther King with a gat
Leavin a church yelling "Go back!"
????? You know how it go fams
Large wingspan like the son of Rodan
Stuck between Godzilla and Bunzilla (huh?)
Fingerhut and Fingerpaint (what?)
Jabba the Hutt going corrupt
You ain't ready for the twin double cypher uppercuts
Plus, I'm off the bean curd rap
You ain't ready for the hypodermic ginseng mat

(Chorus)
In the club is over the bub
In the car is over the dub
In the street it's beef over the slugs
Watch out for the cheeba, it's under the rug
And it still bug
And I'm still wired
And there's still electrical fire for desire
And there's still truth for the liar
And it's still C-Rayz with my name on the flier

For those that said I couldn't do it
I had to show and prove I was in tune with the music

Jay-Z stole my blueprint for the single
He got a copy from dingo
?????? is killin it
Persephone caught between Mills and Stephanie
And Persephone, either way I'm still tracking Hades
I never been Slim but my attitude stay Shady
And this is beyond the wreckage
You gotta check it
It's more behind the method
There's some blackin out
???? right arm with the ham and that's about
You better watch out: Overskilled and Underplayed
Chicks I deal with slam like Sonja Blade
Y'all ain't ready for the ill metaphors
Have y'all little niggaz screamin "No, man, no"

(Chorus)

For those that said I couldn't do it
I'm here to show improvement!
(x2)

Beat bangin' ya
This is Castlevania
I rap over your head like drats in Arabia
Get ya mid right (right)
Or your brain left (left)
This is exciting life and plain death
Extravagance, a vocal bonanza
Vocal verbal muderer, beef in the stanza
Mazda 626s and Crucifixes
Rhyme patient ready for religion
Lady on the train lookin at me idle
Judgemental but she still holding a Bible
I burst out into a wild freestyle
Told her to duck and calm down
It's an urgency to kill those that's fake
For I flip and you press the emergency brake
The next stop will come after the door's closin
No leanin on the walls while I'm posin

[na diel]

ooooohhh! Bluntz Martinez Girls & Gunz...that's one of my all time favs too..and I can spit every word...wow....but yeah maybe this should be a poll...we'll see..

[Tetsuo]

Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.

I like Big L, but that's a fucked up thing to say.

[Tetsuo]

Killa Sin:

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga
Metaphors pour from my jaws, lyrical source
Got high with fly sounds bound the floors
It's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
I pack gats 'n' cock four-fifths, to be exact like that thing
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for some what what! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done
When it comes to track 'n' phat drums I young hum
Lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock
Blazin' hot glock, raisin' yo' nut
Cock to kill son, spill it to bumbaclots
Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shatter that ass
Just like plexy glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
With energize thoughts from dark side of Park, die
Split yo' flesh from yo' chest
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this track to the suspects
The real live niggas ain't afraid to bust Tec's

Automatically I reign supreme, laser beam tracks and graze your brain
Hit your spleen, ricochet and decay, exit clean
Finalize, cries, complies, close your eyes soldier's lie
Look beyond the skies though the soul roll with pride
A few brave unmilitant names who misbehave
Killarmy style rushin the stage in jiggy waves
The Killa Bee ministry forms another industry
Physically recoffin and killin any savage mentally
Solidify negative vibes are liquified by the masses
Prolly find them bastards in gaseous regiment
For stampedin in all illified elements
Universal soldiers, combine the sacred seven men

[INF]

Thirston Howell III has some ill ass verses. Hold up.

[NASTY NAK]

tonedeff- masochist

Verse 1]
Everything happens for a reason
And my reason to be's to see shit happen for a reason – One event to the next
It's like I'm stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses
Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes
I've been mocked and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous
Though my flow's been plugged enough to stop faucets
I've thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind
And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that I get from within
I've protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship
But both my coats are ripped and I can't seem to decide on clothes that fit
Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it
Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with
This curse, this evil urge I feel for verses
Is one of my life's real perversions
I seal my curtains when I write, I feel disturbance from the light
I deal with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it's perfect
And words I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot
They rather hear me rock off of the top
There's pitfalls in my socks, so I walk with caution
Somebody halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I lost it

[Chorus 2X]
If I gotta fight for the rest of my life
Then I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah)
Cause I hate the way you hurt me
But I can't get enough of your love

[Verse 2]
And who the hell am I supposed to be?
A holy priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold stoic Moses of poetry?
Should I be holding heat to pose for the streets
A total phoney? If I said my name was 'Tony' would you know it's me?
Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease over these bolder beats
But the flow's too cheap to pay for groceries
And in the throws of grief I choke and breathe
Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don't know if we both believe
I scope the scene, and I'm watching these bills build up
I'm nice with a day-job, these niggaz write all day and still suck
And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts
I kill dubs, but I don't have the mills to pay for real pub
My chilled love melts on occasion
Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if Clue or Flex will play it
Who you expect to say this shit if I don't?
What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists
I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to market
Fuck art, cause thugs aren't the smartest targets
And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up
And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the love
And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's real
It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for wheels
And when you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the most appeal
Like stolen Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I've sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this
From Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements
My family suffered a grievance when we discussed I was leaving
Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings
There's something appeasing in the corruption of demons
Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding
But times up, months it's exceeded
Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleeding
knowing I ain't had it as tough as Jesus
This shit doesn't compete or even touches what he did
But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my teens were fucking depleted
Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens
But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha)
I must be conceited, right?
Well, I'm balanced out by the lack of self-esteem
I've felt since I've learned how to read & write
Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are tight
Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5,000 people die
(SOB! SOB!) Feel bad for the rap artist?
But pour your soul into something for responses that's half-hearted
Terminate relationships on the basis of past hardships
And then you'll see why every review's like another line on my scarred wrist
This light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness
It's impossible to trap my lips, when I have to spit
I try to swim away, but I keep getting dragged back in this
Come to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist

[Outro 3X]
If I gotta fight for the rest of my life
Then I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah)
Cause I hate the way you hurt me
But I can't get enough of your love

[tha god concept]

RISE - " The Wickedest Flow"

I got more rhymes than there's raindrops in a storm
I'm ahead of my time and can't wait to be born
So i can stand strong, hold my ground nobody can budge Rise
I was hit by a bus, ten people on that bus died < sick rite there
I left ? to wreck rhymes you'll never be able
use your CD's for mirror's, tape's level my table
so many labels known differently all over the world
Rise, my Indian name is touches your girl
natives kneel to my tape and do all at will's
holdin' up like clerk's checkin if your hundred is real
the one with the skill ain't always the one with the deal
cause i don't like a lot of the cats that some of ya'll feel
self centered, rise is the baddest MC
my old rhymes my influence, my favourite rapper is me
an ill MC and i hope I'm startin' a fad
my mind stays so big
[Chorus] x 4
{"Can't match how i done this"}
{"The wickedest flow"}
{"The wickedest flow"}
[Verse 2]
and that's why nigga's be at your show waitin for Rise
ignore you during your set and conversate on the side
changing the tides, give the world lessons and plans
when you rhyme around me you'll feel like less of a man
and for you writin is tough your friends likin my stuff
and now after hearin me rhyme they wont like you as much
try your best but you'll still come up shorter than me
your girl will bend backward for you and forward for me
on players we run clinics no saving your ass after
hate when wack rappers say they hate wack rappers
the fact is I'm the man where ever I'm playin
you only sell in countries that don't understand what your sayin
nigga's seem bold ya'll tryin to fit in jeans mode
but Rise will make an MC fold like clean clothes
as i take over the globe influencing all vicinities
change rap leave behind a whole world full of mini me's
[Chorus] x 4
{"Can't match how i done this"}
{"The wickedest flow"}
{"The wickedest flow"}
[Verse 3]
enormous ?daughters? quarter shorter than your Clorifal pills
you'll don't really listen to lyrics if ya'll thought that was ill
that's how a lot of ya'll sound though, ya'll make it with crap
look like you sayin something like dummies with hands in they back
???????, and that's what i hate about rap
annoyed at you but mad at whoever's payin you cash
if i hear one more rapper that's as sick as the flu
i can't be held accountable for the shit i might do
i sit in the booth all night freakin' the hits
my eye's so red that they got me in beef with the Crips
to make records that will get highly rated and bought
you never get felt, your an earthquake in New York
keep kickin the lamest raps way you blazin tracks
but at shows only the cats that you came with clap
the same the fact for all of you famous cats
an axis three six it'll reign that's that

[tha god concept]

Del tha Funkee Homosapien - Press Rewind 1 of my all time fav tracks
...the spellings shit on it tho


Check my comprehensive catalog of crabs
I'm daft, i battle all like i don't have it all
Having guard, battle scar, galactic cut
Got rhymes per capita
I'm shining through the averture
But i'm not gonna bust no caps for ya' (Naaa)
That's another genre
I'm the black bomber, track charmer
Sack burner, distract verters
If it ain't that urgent
Nerve prints, words sentinal, invisible
Infa-del, in a cell i hella clever endeavors
Immeasurable with only havin' a go incredible
Melodramatic, with tales from the tablet
You fail 'cause you average
Regardless of your sales and your status
You extra baggage
I bamboos are like mobbin' in a Landcruiser down McArthur
Artistic archer, autistic misfit
Y'all get the sickness when i spit the wickedness
Split ya wig like kid ignorant
Leave ya headless like Icabod
I infuriate and tick you off, stick go pop
Hip-hop's too dificult, too me it's a cult
Lyrics lacerate and slit ya' throat
Leave ya' brain down like Episcopal
Sniffin' coke, i don't know
Different strokes, so respect me before i whip out ol' Betsy
Surgically remove you from my testis
Purposelssly improve you just to see who the best be
But sold, i'm sexy, take a poll
And know the prestige, large lefty
I automate, animate my soul sanitation
Like i got a canvass painting
Manifestation
Hey, who ever hear of this?
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on ya flake false superiest
Drop you delirious
Dead serious, the hairiest mic mysterious
Hey peep who ever hear of this
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on ya flake false superiest
Drop you delirious
Dead serious, the hairiest mic mysterious
Go ahead, try symbiosis
But most rap artists don't have any focus
Think they flippin' chips
Try penny brokers
Clips go no penny loafers
Get my album, i'll show you how it's done
Delatocious, hella atrocious with focals
My throat holds verbal choke holds
Broke hoes see escrows
My goals are not rifles
I flows scrimmage like those micro-knots
You might go pop
And i might grow crops
So get the Gestapo
You riskin' a pot full of gold
Full of zodiac signs at half-time
Re-enact rhymes from my past life for a flashlight
Man, you don't know the half
Dash right to the phonograph
Throw your Bawlderdash
Coordinates confirmed
Subordinates will learn
My ordinance is stern
So supportin' my firm
Is the only way in this lonely age when your goin' craze
This style is sewed and paid for, 'cause i made more
Water emcees like the Bay shore
Bullets grazed doors in Oakland where they lay law
Del is going AWOL with napalm ink bombs
Taped to my arms like the town choir
Now i'm a miser, strider, spitting cider, ripping ply wood
Forgive beef diggin' lyrical cheapskates
Try Del and win the sweepstakes
When i make it so hot, it's seathin', off the deep end
Stop ya' breathin'
Caught ya' sleepin'
No ya' peakin', like you've eaten a hundred micro-dots
Wreck ya' Equinox, delete every piece of props
Leave ya' perferated
Curb ya' hatred
Serve ya matrix in the Word Olympics
Complete, be furnished with burners like Ted Turner
I broadcast the classics, fabulous, fantastic
Hey, who ever hear of this?
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on ya flake false superiest
Drop you delirious
Dead serious, the hairiest mic mysterious
Hey who ever hear of this
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on ya flake false superiest
Drop you delirious
Dead serious, the hairiest mic mysterious

And the survey says, go practice or something man

[tha god concept]

Jus Allah - Chess King


I have sublime comprehension
Divine Intervention
My enzymes studied by the minds at Princeton
To figure my design would divide the Christians
Complete Truth
Brothers been deprived of listening
A secret Odyssey
Ungodly, Cursing Prophecy
Reading Verses That will Preach a Demonolgy
I speak scholarly
Lord vain
Require more brain
Than your physically ordained to contain
I'm on the next plane
Where everything exists one and the same
Where pleasure is pain
And never rains
I seen what you fear
I've passed beyond that
The things that give you tears
I have laughed and yawned at
Your fucking heart tastes so weak and rank
I have to eat dog food just to keep my strength
And my doors wide open for anybody that wants some
But I don't even live inside a house, I haunt one!

*scratches

[Jus Allah]
I'm a prize
FBI want me alive
They found the cold morgue and flies
I told em to drive
fall through knives till every single part of you dies
Couldn't figure my designs If you started at 5
Defend for youself, you'd be broken in tears
You fool you could probably pull rope through your ears
You sweat cold
Graphed in original web-toed
My mind in the physical mode would explode
If what i knew spread round the globe
They'd start measuring my head for a crown of gold
Your weak soul is trying to climb a greased pole
In a deepest hole
Defeating man at his peakest role
And seek to read my power for its evil use
But I can see the truth
I can teach Greek to beetlejuice
I'm high as fucking hypodermic needle use
I'll even fucking piss in your mouth, give you legal proof

*scratches

[Jus Allah]
I'm the chess king
The difference between boxing and wrestling
Knowing you guessing
Only y'all stand opressing
Being of supreme measuring
Unquestioning
You're not anything, I am everything
You second string
To go against a much advanced mind
Your dumb, you wash your hands before you eat swine
Simple cavemen too dense to even talk to us
There ain't an idea in his head I haven't thought of
You thin skulled, a numbskull
My skins gold
More valuable than yours ten fold
Repute! from now is the day of reckoning
The truth shall sound so loud its defeaning
Never will you come n overpower my words
My unploughed dirt will grow the last flowers of earth
In the last hours of mirth, I'll be left to laugh at it
Watching how the walls of space collapses on these savages
Evil parishes, disappearing in its own parrells
Proving ignorance is erroneous
I was chosen to write the future as the lord said
Wouldn't be surprised at waking with an eye in my forehead

[tha god concept]

Thirstin Howl III and Eminem --"Watch Deez"

[Thirstin Howl III]
I hit harder, than Foreman, landing both gloves to a low blow, with no cup
Leave you +Speech+-less like when Arrested Development broke up
Carry a crowbar for egos that won't budge
Crack skulls, through helmets, with the penetration, of a screw, nailed in
Return like I was sending self-addressed postage
Throw bricks, the size of the Stonehenge
Before battles, we pour blood and toast death
to wicked infants, found on the sorceress' doorsteps
Slaughter lamb, and boar's head
Every MC's cause of boredness and mind bondage
Bronchitis, lung failure, language unfamil-iar
Art through a flooded airbrush
Rogue leaf craft, sentences joined with words holding hands
It's a tight squeeze, from where your head will be landing
In exact time, flight leaves

[Chorus]
(*scratched: "Watch dis!"*)
(*scratched: "Watch dis!"*)
...
(*scratched: "Watch dis!"*)
(*scratched: "Don't watch dat, watch dis!"*)

[Eminem]
Who's arm is this? (Huh?) I must have cut it off at the pharmacist
that refused to renew my 7th presciption of Darvocet (sorry!)
I'm the old man who lives upstairs and starves his pets
That never leaves his house, cause he thinks his car's possessed
I hate my life, that's why I degrade my wife
Srabbed a paper plate to make a sandwich, and just ate the knife
My mother's screamin, "Please heal him, take him straight to Christ!"
Meet you on the street and slap you just to break the ice (whattup?)
I made a bomb threat with a fake device
Strip you naked twice, pistolwhip you and force you to take advice
And if you catch me bobbin my head to some bullshit you was spittin
I was probably just tryin to shake the lice (brrrrrrr!)
Bugs fallin out of my head, I'm wishin I was dead
While I'm crawlin out of my bed, piss and vomit red
And my rash is returning, I feel the sensation of burning
Occurin usually during painful release of my urine
Screamin at my shadow, "Please quit followin me!!"
These pills keep screamin, "Please quit swallowin me!!"
The devil keeps screamin, "Please get down on one knee"
I took the drugs before the cops ever found 'em on me