Best verse your favorite MC ever spit?

Mr. Faggot · 06-08-2018, 10:59 PM

I got two.

Nas verse on verbal intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I’m 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
I’m 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 Riker’s Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife
It’s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some’ll 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, that’s the ritual”

And

Bizzy bone on notorious thugs

Seven A.M. woke in the mornin'
With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of doze
Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean
Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
Sentimentally sting, wit my
Instrumelody, and heated
Especially for your team
And a forty-five indeed will beam
In between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin' to die, we'll see
How many flees when I 'cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect, disciples
When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin' fire
This the real truth, bitch
Breakin' out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit's expired
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Claire
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen, in my hand
One of my trusted friend friend, hey
Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain't marchin we shootin'
In daily recruitin' there's a tough law
Everyday in the ghetto
We start 'em off little we give 'em a bottle
And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it

Beast

06-08-2018, 10:59 PM	#1
Mr. Faggot Banned Join Date: May 2018 Posts: 390 Accomplishments - Is a Faggot Champed - WiFi Waste of Space 2018 - Throat Gymnasts 2018 - No Gag to Waste 2017 - Forever Home Alone Rep Power: 0	Best verse your favorite MC ever spit? I got two. Nas verse on verbal intercourse Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I’m 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 I’m 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 Riker’s Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife It’s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some’ll 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, that’s the ritual” And Bizzy bone on notorious thugs Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine No dough so pop a couple of doze Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get Sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated Especially for your team And a forty-five indeed will beam In between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin' to die, we'll see How many flees when I 'cause the scene We mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, bitch Breakin' out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit's expired It's wild, bless the child The one that became a man Put in positions off in the Claire All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we ain't marchin we shootin' In daily recruitin' there's a tough law Everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little we give 'em a bottle And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it Beast Last edited by Mr. Faggot; 06-08-2018 at 11:04 PM.