best flows

[naturaljax]

what are some of the best / favorite ryhmes in hip hop to you?

Inspectah Deck - "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothin Ta Fuck Wit"

I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude

And I'm forced to fuck it up

Style carries like a pickup truck

Across the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea

I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from LT

Now why try and test the rebel INS?

Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your vest

I bakes the cake, then take the cake and eat it too

With my crew, we head state to state

And if you want beef then bring the ruckus

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit

Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit

RAH

[cheapmuthafukr]

Thinkin of a master plan

Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand

So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent

So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint

So I start my mission- leave my residence

Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents

I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid

So I think of all the devious things I did

I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny

Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money

But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous

I feel great! so maybe I might just

Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive

Then maybe I'll stay alive

So I walk up the street whistlin this

Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of

Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of

Fish, which is my favorite dish

But without no money it's still a wish

Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid

So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made

To now test to see if I got pull

Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

[naturaljax]

kinda long... but seriously it's fire from start to finish.

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin

Musician, inflictin composition

of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine

Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now

Bulletholes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes

Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay

I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway

Or either on the corner bettin grands with the celo champs

Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps

G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit

Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped

Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin

Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston

Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and

I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin

Picked the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit

Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip

Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look

Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck

Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger

Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber

So now I'm jetting to the building lobby

and it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be

(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same

Got youngin' niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name

and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us

Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact

Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black

Yo there's a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked

So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop

I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock

And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo

You gotta slide on a vacation

Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin

It drops deep as it does in my breath

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

[shagnscoob]

whats the track with biggie and tupac where biggie goes "oh my god im dropping shit like a pigeon, you best be listening, im smackin babies like a christenin"... thats the best i can remember it

[sean_]

its a biggie/tupac freestyle thing, but then they recycled the verse on that song with sadat come on motherfuckers

[xcoldricex]

the best flows aren't always the best rhymes. some people have mad flow but are saying stupid shit.

[naturaljax]

the best flows aren't always the best rhymes. some people have mad flow but are saying stupid shit.

word.

well either or then.

[1995chardx]

Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When Im deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast

To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun

Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son

Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly

Im grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me

While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to rikers isle

Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the

Pretty things in life, props is a true thugs wife

Its like a cycle, niggaz come home, somell go in

Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

Guns salute life, rapidly, thats the ritual

[Guest Fade to Black]

Outkast f/ Raekwon - Skew it on the Bar-B

that beat gets rode to perfection on that song....

and I thought Pharrell's flow on "Drop it Like It's Hot" was pretty in the pocket. Shame he hasn't matched that since.

[naturaljax]

oh God Pharell is a terrible MC.

good producer, but terrible MC.

[Guest Fade to Black]

yeah but you can't deny the DILIH verse just rolls off the tongue very smoothly and effortlessly. I'm not praising him as a good MC, I think his album and mixtape appearances have been mostly garbage, but he was out of his zone on that song.

I'll also add Big Pun on the whole Capital Punishment album to best flows...RIP to one of the greats who didn't manage to stick around long enough.

edit: and how can I forget Bun B on "Murder" ... disgusting.

[evisu 2000]

let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet

first we need to truly understand the nature of the threat

and a pale man walks in the threshold of darkness

roughly 20,000 years ago the first humans evolved

with the phenotypical trait, genetic recessive

blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin

albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, africans

so the mutants traveled north of the equator

called europeans later, the first race haters

so here's the devil's alpha to the beta

cause history's best qualified to teach one

quoting german philosopher schopenhauer

"every white man is a faded or a bleached one"

migration created further mutation

genetic drifts, evolution through recombination

adaptation to the climate

as the caucus mountain man reverted to that of a primate

savage neanderthals, until the late paleolithic age

that's when the black grimaldi man came

with the symbol of the dragon, fire and art

check cave paintings in france and spain to the venus of willendorf

around 2000 b.c. southern russians migrate in small units

those who travel west populated europe

those who went east settled in iran, known as aryans

1500 b.c. some crossed the khyber pass into india and

created hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism

a white dot on the forehead meant elite

the black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables

they wrote the holy vedas in sanskrit

that's the language that created greek, german, latin and english

now the minoans around 2000 b.c.

starts on the island of crete, in the agean sea

the greek culture begins western civilization

but "western civilization" means "white domination"

myceneans learned from kemet, called egypt in greek

it existed since at least 3000 b.c.

creatin geometry and astronomy

this knowledge influenced plato, socrates and hippocrates

cause imhotep, the real real father of medicine

was worshiped in greece and rome in the form of a black african

the word africa comes from the greek "aphrike"

meaning "without cold"; the word philosophy means "love of knowledge"

stole from first man, greek power expands

the first greek fraternities band

the word gymnasium is greek for "naked"

this was the place where adolescent boys were educated, and molested

this was accepted because greek culture was homosexual

for example, sappho trained girls on the island of lesbos

hence, the word lesbian (ay let these dumb motherfuckers know)

december 25th, the birth of saturn

a homosexual god, now check the historical pattern

december 25, now thought the birth of christ

was saturnalia, when men got drunk,

fucked each other then beat their wife

fact is, it was still practiced, til they called it christmas

so put a gerbil on your christmas list

the hellenistic era, alexander the great

conquers all the way to india leavin four successor states

by the fifth century b.c., r.o.m.e.

succeeds to be the conqueror of egypt and greece

but had the threat of the black phoenicians in sicily

the punic wars began 264 b.c.

the black general hannibal and carthaginian peace

in 146 b.c. carthage fell after a six-month siege

rome sold every citizen to slavery

the first genocide of history

and more bisexuality in sight; julius caesar was known as

"every woman's husband and every man's wife" (beotch!)

spartacus revolt, a slave rebellion that lost

where 6,000 slaves was nailed on a cross

cross? aw, shit! jesus christ! time for some-act-right

christians get your facts right

cause christ was not his name

that's greek for "one who is anointed"

yoshua ben yosef was his name, do christians know this?

so who do you praise, do you know his name?

or do you do this in vain?

accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave

peep the description of historian josephus

"short, dark, with an underdeveloped beard was jesus"

he had the romans fearing revolution

the solution was to take him to court and falsely accuse him

after being murdered by pilate how can it be

these same white romans established christianity

constantine would later see the cross in a dream

in his vision, it read "en hawk signo wonka":

"in this sign we conquer" - manifest destiny

in 325 he convened the nicean creed

and separated god into three

decided jesus was born on december 25th

and raised then on the third day is a myth

plus to deceive us

commissioned michelangelo to paint white pictures of jesus

he used his aunt, uncle, and nephew

subconsciously that affects you

it makes you put white people closer to god

(yo, 'the man' got game like a motherfucker!)

true indeed, fuck it, jihad

in the eight century muslims conquered

spain, portugal and france and controlled it for 700 years

they never mention this in history class

cause o'fays are threatened when you get the real lesson

moors from baghdad, turkey threatened european christians

meaning, the white way of life; hence the crusades for christ

on november 25th, 1491

santiago defeats the last muslim stronghold, grenada

king ferdinand gave thanks to god for victory

and the pope of rome and declared this date to forever be

a day of "thanksgiving" for all european christians

.. now listen, when you celebrate "thanksgiving"

what you are actually celebratin

is the proclamation of the pope of rome

who later, in league with queen isabella

sent cardinal ximenos to spain

to murder any blacks that resisted christianity

these moors, these black men and women

were from baghdad, turkey

and today, you eat the turkey, for your "thanksgiving" day

as the european powers destroyed the turkeys

who were the forefathers of your mothers and fathers

now fight the power, you bitch-ass niggaz!

now around this time, whites started callings us negroes

that's spanish for black object meaning we're not really people

but profit, and the triangle trade begins - they seize us

queen elizabeth sends the first slaves on a ship named jesus

stealin land from the indigenous natives

gave them alcohol to keep the red man intoxicated

whites claim they had to civilize these pagan animals

but up until 1848 there's documented cases

of whites bein the savage cannibals, eatin indians

in 1992, it's jeffery dahmer

they slaughtered a whole race with guns

drugs, priests and nuns

1763, the first demonic tactic of biological warfare

as tokens of peace, sir jeffery amherst

passed out clothin and blankets to the indian community

infested with small pox, knowin they had no immunity

today it's aids, you best believe it's man made

cause ain't a damn thing changed.. let me explain

now since people of color are genetically dominant

and caucasoids are genetically recessive

and whites expect to be predominant, meaning survive as a race then

they simply must, take precautions

that's why they're worried about their future now

cuz by 2050, almost all the earth's population

will be brown, then black, so understandin that, whites counterreact

(i'm sayin.. man.. them fools

ain't nothin but a teaspoon of milk in the world color majority)

so they created a system

to force blacks into an unnatural position

that re-enforces the position of natural inferiority

in addition, created guns and developed the ethnocentric view

that god justifies every fuckin thing they do

condition people to perceive whites' culture as civilized

and every other culture considered primitive - not true!

racism is the system of racial subjugation against nonwhites

in every areas of human relation

entertainment, education, labor, politics

law, religion, sex, war and economics

see blacks were 3/5ths of a man with tax purposes intended

you think you're afro-american?

you're a 14th amendment and a good nigga

jews don't salute the fuckin swastika

but niggaz pledge allegiance to the flag that accosted ya

they never teach about the break of islands like jamaica

but before slaves came here whites would take a

pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes

slice her stomach with a knife

and let the unborn baby fall to the flo'

and stop an unborn child in front of all the slaves

to inbreed fear, so they'd be scared and behave

and not rebel more

understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators

i paraphrase historian ishakamusa barashango

"understand that regardless of the lofty ideas ingraved on paper

in such documents as the constitution or declaration

the basic nature.. of the european american white man

remains virtually unchanged".. so check

this is the nature of the threat

[Guest Fade to Black]

that should be played in Anthro classes....but my favorite songs off that are still "Marinatin'" and "Anything Goes" ... heh i like my music all flash and surface.

[Lucas]

I bomb

atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypotheses

can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries,

lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery,

possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion

when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind

forensics

I inspect view through the future see

millenium

Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic

displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets

Queen Beez ease the guns in

Rumblein patrolmen tear gas

laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a

war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp

grounds I pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked,

Performin live on you hottest block

(Method Man)

As the world turn, I spread like germs

Bless the

globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed neverlearn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position

in the game of life standing firm

on foreign land, jump the

gun out the frying pan, into the fire

Transform into the

Ghostrider, or Six Pack

In a Streetcar named Desire, who

got my back?

In the line of fire holding back, what?

My people if you with me where the fuck you at?

Niggaz is

strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap

It's

court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got

my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke

pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's comng

from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip

through your slums

(Cappadonna)

I twist

darts from the heart, tried and true

Loot my voice on the

LP, my team is on to slang rocks

Certified chatterbox,

vocabulary 'Donna talking

Tell your story walking

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for

your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can

squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes

reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contail

cyanide

Take a free ride on my thought, I got the

fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the

Gods

(Ol Dirty Bastard)

The saga

continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

(U-God)

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of

victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flaming deluxe

slow

For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full

of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shit

immortal combat sound

The fake false step make, the blood

stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A

death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem

Hold it for

ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra,

graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California

smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I

sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax

chaperone, rotating ring king

(RZA)

Watch

for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare

Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular

My

beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top

of your cerebral cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut

from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up

your bloodstream

or terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a

fuck I'm duckin five-year probation

(GZA)

War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous

Many of

the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls

engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties

for their acts

Another heart is torn, as close ones gone

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

(Masta Killa)

The track renders helpless and

suffers from multiple stabwounds

and leaks sounds

that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came

one

to represent the nation, this is a gathering

of

the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As

we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The High

Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage

Light is provided

through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in

rhyme form

Giving sight to the blind

The dumb are

mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save shell

from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

(Ghostface Killah)

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that,

look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like them

gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine

was forced in your drink

You had a navy green salamander

fiend, bitches never heard youscream

You two-faces, scum of

the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowing like Shalamar

in eighty-one

Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by

convention

Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold

tha

fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck

I

humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's

me, Black Noble Drew Ali

came in threes we like the

Genovese

Is that so? Caesar needs the greens

It's

Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough

turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

(Raekwon)

Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your

mouth talk, verbal foul off

Connect thoughts to make my man

Shai walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the

high-riser

New York gank adviser world tranquilizer

Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While,

my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see ya, the

number one traffic

sit down the beat God, then delegate the

God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold

tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God,

substatiala

Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's

sickening

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland.

[naturaljax]

hahaah triumph is fuckin sick.

[Ahlvahroe]

I dont mean to be a dick but 'nature of the threat' sucked, and especially in a best flow post. Ras Kass' flow is weak in that song, but then again that beat is not much to work with.

[red]

to me: flow= delivery.

i love the early de la soul. example:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElyUUxUNZq4

and wu-tang together is always a delightful treat:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_PkRbgVFik

[trees]

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like lookin' for the right one, baby

If it's payday I'm at your doorstep

I never sweat swingin' the epp nowadays 'cuz my rep

Is known for the tricks that is straight like toys

In the cypher with my boys, we be gettin' busy

Wreckin' shop. I drop the top I make the seeds pop

From the lah that I sparked last night in the dark

I be dedicated to the moon 'cuz it's Black

Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side jack

Now we goin' back to "Who's Got The Props?" when I blew up the spot

Last year on the box.

Pressure to come back with another fat single

Not too underground to make you stop when you mingle

But bust it, pay attention to the third verse

and I'mma take you to another level first, Yeah

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks

(Duck Down!)

[ktothe]

There are too many to choose from so Im just going to pick the best from what Ive listened to today at work. As far as flow goes, delivery only, Jay...has he said anything new in the past 10 years? Nope. But, he still sounds crazy over a good beat.

Lyrics wise Im going to go wth this gem from Nassir Jones:

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split

Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin, my architect pleases

When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America

Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria

My troops roll up with a strange force

I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source

Swimmin in women like a lifeguard

Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard

Kidnap the President's wife without a plan

And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics till the sound waves over

Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah

Slammin MC's on cement

Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient

I move swift and uplift

your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme

Rappin sniper, speakin real words

My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard

My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic

My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

Then Juices verse on the How We Chill track with Rhymefest is dope.

[sean_]

k-os - black ice, verse 2, easily the best flow ive ever heard from k-os, cant find lyrics so i will attempt to transcribe

time to take it slow

black ice

white snow

what the truth is

we dont really know

if so

then life is a mystery

this could be, the end of all history

but wait

the sun rise in the east

and the world still spins 360 degrees on its axis

this intergalactic practice of rhyming

proves there's no beginning or ending of timing

and its been a long haul

rise like the sun to get your back off the wall

people in the party in the life game show

once again we dumb it down to ease of the globe

whats the definition of this thing called black

i had a premonition, 18, way back

if black is the colour of the universe from whence we came

i wonder if my soul's on ice again?

[red]

nannanana cant touch this.

yo im lackin

an ass crackin

so i draw a line

on my back end

with a sharpie

or a pencil

no cavity check

unless its dental

holla.

freestylin shit.

[Ratatat]

-liquid swords

[RAISED BY WOLVES]

Simply one of the best west coast rap flows of all time...Dre Dog (aka Andre Nickatina)-Smoke dope and rap:

I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut

You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up

Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high

Get the visine for the tight red eyes

Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set

The blunt went out, but we aint done yet

Get another one blaze like its barbeque beef

it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth

yea, im a skinny 6'5" motherfucker

if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker

but im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker

come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya

and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya

turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and im a fuck ya

like a fiend for the weed ill tweak

4 15's in ur trunk thats beat

proper ass amps abco, alpine

put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line

pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3

or the funky shit by the I.M.P

now im high like a motherfucking jet

fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set

slang these thangs and fuck these hoes,

one line at a time goes up a niggas nose

the shit clean my sinuses just like a shower

indo or tide blend it in with the powder

now im chewy high with a hard ass dick

ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch

oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean

cum right away bring a dime bag of weed

Like a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove

Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move

Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad

Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed

I did bring the weed but I left in the my Cutty

Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)

No, Dre Dog won't die

See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high

He said I got the drank and you got the dank

He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place

For me to get high and you to get drunk

We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl

Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl

Out that shop hoes do jock

See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top

See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim

Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim

I said how you doin, my name is Dre Dog

You give me your number I'll give you a call

She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind

But I can't have her number cuz I fucked her best friend

It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care

Except for my dope my money and hair

Cuz everywhere I go it's the same damn song

Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong

I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar

The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor

I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke

Check me right now there's a gram in my coat

Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)

Rubber car keys and ID that's fake

And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow

I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow

Cuz I don't drink beer I don't drink gin

Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends

Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny

When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money

I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain

Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine

And niggas get pumped when they smell dank-a-roma

When they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner

They offer me drank but I don't get drunk

I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I fuck

[mike lowrey]

topic was about "flows", in which you asked about "rhymes", but still we ended up posting mostly verses and lines

I think Stimuli has one of the best flows in the game right now, dude spits fast and good:

plus he can definately put out some sick stuff:

"My Souls trapped with the devil

I need help listen

I carry weapons to weddings

Burners to churches

Rugers to funerals

since I think im next

I be nervous im sorry

im sick

sick and tired

I was spittin fire

hit your click and switch attire

that means I swith clothes..

can you feel it? the pain is inside my heart

the wax is inside your ears

my music is in your brain

reflection is in your tears

and ugh, its in my soul

so I flex my vocabulary

mix it up with my flow and its colder than january

february march april, not april cuz april rains,

may is warm, I got july in my pocket

the heat is on"

"I decided not to teach all the kids that I could reach

my mixtapes are mixed up broken down speech

over mad peoples heads I cant help it if im deep

I apologize, I get lost some times

I wish my brother never told me to rhyme"

Lupe:

"Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool

We need a few more half naked women up in the pool

And hold this MAC-10 that's all covered in jewels

And can you please put your titties closer to the 22s?"

"He just sits, and watches the people in the boxes

Everything he sees he absorbs and adopts it

He mimics and he mocks it

Really hates the box but he can't remember how to stop, it

Uhh, so he continues to watch it

Hopin that it'll give him somethin that he can box with

Or how the locksmith, see the box as, locked in the box

Ain't got the combination to unlock, it

That's why he watch-es, scared to look away

Cause at that moment, it might show him

What to take off the locks with

So he chains his self to the box, took a lock and then he locked it

Swallowed the combination and then forgot, it

As the doctors jot it all down, with they pens and pencils

The same ones that took away his voice

And just left this instrumental"

"I'm just trying to do the opposite of left

as long as there's the opposite of death

yes if you test then I might just bring the opposite of life

until there's no one the opposite of right"

dude is on whole different level lyrically..

[cheapmuthafukr]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*

Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*

Well I'm gone... check this out

Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission

Doin your best Jay-Z rendition

Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions

that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen

Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe

I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady

Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances

Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is

Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances

No question; Jay-Z got too many answers

I been around this block, too many times

Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too

To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together

Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever

I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine

so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck

That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?

Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*

Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya

Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up

Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin

Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons

If you could catch Jay right, on the late night

without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right

I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen

adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name

At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket

feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin"

You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty

Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy

Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?

Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

[poly800rock]

Listen close, as life turns its pages

Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the ages

Seen things in stages, wise words spoken by sages

From SkyTel to BlackBerry pages

Your crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us

Run up in your spot like CJ from San Andreas

I wrote this song a long time ago

A real long time ago

Feel me!

I wrote this song a long time ago

It was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94

What can a {nigga} do when half the people voted for George W.

It's a bitch, {fuck} George W. -- can't be true --

I wanna choke him, because he's a snitch

I'm talking about George W. Smith

From city council, he ran in '93

Out in Oakland, you probably didn't hear about him

I wrote this song a long time ago

A real long time ago

Way before Slim Shady was in demand

Way before we dropped baloney on Afghanistan

I wrote this song in '94

How am I doin' this?

Look around the club, see everyone in the place

Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my face

The girl in the miniskirt has bad taste

Because her shirt don't match

And there's a puddin' stain on the back

What the {fuck} is that?

It might be doo-doo

And you in the back, you ain't {shit}

You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip

And if you hit the table one more time then the record might skip

Might skip... I told you, stop hittin' the table

Tupac Shakur

I wrote this rhyme in 1994

I'm not alive!

Thug life!

Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife

A married man, you've got two kids

Go home!

I wrote this song a long time ago

A real long time ago

Way before Beanie Sigel had to do a bid

Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids

No friends, and no future

[red]

this makes me cry. i lost my entire rap collection when i moved. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

[sean_]

cars with chauffeurs sockless loafers, snap my fingers nigga buenas noches we the black cards, bar none put whoever on us, my jewels is like a flute to you bitches im a snake charmer

[champagne_bubblebath]

best Nas verse. ever.

Street's disciple my raps are trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split

Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin my architect pleases

When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America

Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria

My troops roll up with a strange force

I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source

Swimmin in women like a lifeguard

Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard

Kidnap the President's wife without a plan

And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics till the sound waves over

Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah

Slammin MC's on cement

Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient

I move swift and uplift

your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme

Rappin sniper, speakin real words

My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard

My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic

My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

[ktothe]

I like how you posted the exact same thing I posted.