What is your favorite verse that you've ever written?

[Swerve]

Recently? Probably one of my Bad Blood verses...either against Bayou or Bags...or my half text/half pic battle vs. Lefty.

Lot of much bigger shit from earlier though.

[Meth]

Vs Bags in last years SC

Or vs. Alphabet in 2011

[Zen]

Every verse I write is my favorite until I write a new one, then that one is my favorite.

True story.

[kannon]

this thread would be a lot better if people actually posted or linked their favorite verses instead of just saying "that one I wrote in that one tourney last year."

[Certain]

True. Here's one I personally enjoyed a lot and still like when reading it again:

http://netcees.co/showthread.php?p=218147#post218147

For the record, when you tell me that something I wrote "read like a regular short story," I take that as a compliment.

[dead man]

… Singin' , a single strobe of light grinnin' ……
Dust particles swept away as I step , clothed in a robe of white linen
Hymns n' such being mumbled by figures surrounding ,
Pointed hats face down , each body simmering soundly ……
Inner shivers n pounding , silence erupts into rivers of shouting
Gates standing tall and mighty , I see -- this kingdom's astounding
Howling creatures in the distance, winds blow and still are the heavens ..
five high towers meet the clouds around pillars of seven ……
Villagers yellin' and crying , dying in the arms of the beasts ..
rippin their own hearts out as replacements, not even harmed in the least ……
Command the armies to cease , harness the piece , my weapons defy God ..
twin uzi's action packed with thumbtacs and 20 venomous pythons.
Stride on , past the crowds to the edge of the cliffs ..
Pull out the ancient teachings translated into Legible scripts,
Lettin it rip ……
Then -- ahead was a bridge , bloody bricks lead down to the garden below ,
Scorching floors furnished now with a carpet of snow ……
Glowing scarlet and rose , horizons sink lower and beckon me closer ..
Ready the soldiers, n' as I get nearer I've noticed I'm also growing steadily older ……
And steadily colder …
A guard stands , warrior stanced where my mission begins ..
My wrinkled fingers graspin ammo , next he's missin' his limbs,
Emerge with glistening skin , youth regained , and here the body count starts …
2 scribes in shining armor, and their shotties spout darts ……
How sharp ! .. Randic Acid contacts n' falls ,
Since flippin kicks'll fix up sick elixers ,
sticking to tactics from Dragonball ……
Grabbin then cracking .. ALL , bands of seers swing in on chandeliers,
obviously 'feeling the sound' while they're grabbing near my hands n' ears ……
Stabbin spears , hidden behind voodoo masks and tribal decor … Squared up, Wondered if i could rival the 4 -
All armed to the teeth with either rifle or swords ……
Keep idle of course .. All sides advance , then I strike with such force
that their obituaries will appear within the bible of lords ……
Now , in sight is the source .. the mightiest course of higher powers ,
resides behind these slaves I been slaying - the ones fighting the wars ……
Slicing the doors , floors crumble and the locks turn into dust … Out of shadows, a dying man emerges in cuffs , earning his trust ……
Suddenly swerves, blurs and turns into a servant that's been urgin to bust ……
Snatch serpants , insert in his guts … Watch as they wriggle n slide …
Slither up his throat, squeeze outta pores and start to nibble his eyes ……
Once he's crippled n' blind , razor sharp hooks send his decapitated scalp flying into the sky ……
He simpered n' died , standing there wickedly , an ogre demolished …
But also a holder of promise and an owner of knowledge ,
The pouch around his waist contains a button that would lower the drawbridge ……
*Pauses* ……

….….… “Aww shit” ….….…

… Granite walls , high ceilings in the dimly lit hall …
Wooden tiles rigged to sickly pits , in which 50 bricks fall ……
Center a grizzly sits , calm …
s'all lookin fucked up now , out leap ninjas in blue ..
Hell's demons melt closed doors after singeing the screws …
Pirates drop down , singing in crews , shipmates step out to defend the leader …
sendin cleavers to my throat , misses by divisions of a centimeter …… *gulp*
Sprint wit bendin femurs 'cross the room , run up walls with the greatest agility ,
knowing these fools would be famous for killin me -
Flip n' weave , then swing the blade in a million theives ,
and their ghosts are trapped within that room from this day to infinity !
Each attempts slittin me , hittin me and strikin nothin but airspace ..
My black belt whoopin ninjas , shove a slug in the bear's face ……
Runnin' wit fair haste , circle around , hope you boys can RIP, knowing i've dropped daggers to slice feet , and left bubbling puddles of poison behind me ……
Guys scream and crash , silent and swift are the motions … Whiplash and wave goodbye as they drop to drown inside rivers or oceans … Focused ……
It's hopeless , these monster's rockets is too fierce ..
Blockin the routes here ,
shootin balls of blue flames larger than the ones droppin on new years ……
Shoots spears of molten lava , lobs a burning carcass …
I hug the wall , climb up , draw uzi's once more and observe the targets ……
Make sure the heart is hardened , Keep the hold intact …
Re-load the gats ,
And fire til every last bastid remains a pile of steam n' molten ash ……

….….… “I've reached my goal at last” ….….…

I came to find wealth , health , the almighty wisdom of this brain provides help …
Walked into the room , small and circular , there lay a high shelf ……
Upon it was a book , strange writing as if labeled by elf , Suddenly appeared a child , white eyed , dressed the same as myself ……
My self? ..Must be a vision, awake! Lids open , praying to myself that this kid is a fake …
Nay … I must get out now , it isn't too late …
“Wait!” cried he , “I'm not a fake , this is ya true fate …
Coming for guidance, yet your own path is carved through the decisions you make ……
And I'm afraid there isn't escape ,
reaching nirvana was the task , but it's not the distance you came
… Or hymns you've written or prayed ……
Plus with the millions you've slayed , there's no way out of this God-given prison you've made ……
Now listen and may you never cross the boundaries of living and brains ,
thank you for visitin mayne … Grab your swords, guns and other shit n' be late.”


.
.

Floating bodiless , and then beamin outta the sky ..
Back to earth , happy to finally leave Nirvana behind ..

.
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- Black_Disciple

[YDK]

Try to conceptualize behind an artists eyes and perception,
Searching for himself losing direction on his road to perfection.
Long hours at night making minor corrections that irritate,
Struggling to reach peace with his piece while he nears its fate.
Liquidating all of his works unhappy with their final product,
Only to realize he's losing money in the business he cant conduct.
Looking for inspiration and hope within the eyes of his kids,
then crying cuz his mind goes to a place where he doesnt care if he dies or he lives!

Prolificly speaking he believes he's holisticly peaking,
Yet he yearns for a perfection that he's unrealisticly seeking.
See the impeccable standard he set is a bar to far in the skies,
He tries in vain to capture this paragon cloaked in demonic disguise.
Killing him slow, the feelin is so...suffocating...provoking,
Trying to rely on his instincts to complete the art he's composing.
Oceanic blues, crimson reds, purples, and yellows on his pallete,
Searching for an unseen color of beauty not finding a balance,
The facets hidden somewhere in the depths of his mind,
But with each breath he finds that perfection cannot be defined.

Forlorn tears fall from his nose, and land on his canvas,
and his eyes begin to see his sadness he had been holding..so hapless.
His heartbreaks are the reds, spread across the painting as fire,
The sun's yellows burn as bright as the new happiness he's acquired.
The purples echo all of the long nights he made it through,
Yet nothin is more beautiful as the color of the artist's blues.
His tears had merged with the colors to form the epitome of his dreams,
and constructed all of the colors and schemes into the most elegant themes.
No more long nights of hell hating his job, no more years of waiting
He learned that with passion alone, he could finally finish his paintings.

When you play with faultless standards,
You better know your role,
Because you cant express yourself,
without a piece of your soul.

[Malachi]

Focused since the flow kissed the microphone
Rhymes so rich its ironic how i couldnt leave the mic aloan
Concepts make niggas run like bomb threats in the projects
Holla'd at ya girl then she saw sir like unidentified objects
Leavin a bitch black and blue like a compton crip
Cheesin n shit mack and crew had to stomp limbs quick
My team deliver rhymes schemes that shock ya ass like nineteen strikes oof lightning
Sly fiends caught biting POP POP they contacts get wet, no visine
A nigga like me so unorthodox
More hits than a box of assorted sox
I aint never beat'n like acapella
Willin to roc a fell for mozarella
Fucked her egg steller and caught salmonella
A thriller the way you get the mic jacked son
Ill watch yall hoes starve while i stack funds


-

Battle wise: three way vs utmost & shogun (gamble)

You guys are pussies, scared to shoot but im quick to point it at yo spinal
Only time utmost sho guns next to me was cause meth put it in the title
Utmost lost to rawnold at text, and you guys want this faggot to win
Rawns the thief, but after that HE should prolly go back to the pen
Dinero your weak and frail, you not close to ever beating me
Howd you expect this to work out for you, after Jim fucked u up so easily
and Im dope so when i speak legends hold it up higher than the mountains
If Sho spoke, Youd see "hush gamble" quicker if it was up for more than 35 thousand
Plus UMost lame ass dont got any game, he would never ever get a ho
What u expect when this losers longest convos with a chick resemble a karaoke post
But honestly this was a dope battle and yall are real talented guys cuz
Id love to respect you niggas if only yall wasnt as big of a joke as my line was

i need to write more tbh

[Badweather]

www.soundcloud.com/Roach-Badweather/decisions

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by Zen

Every verse I write is my favorite until I write a new one, then that one is my favorite.

True story.

haha, beat me to it Zen.
basically "the Next one I'm about to put effort into" is my favorite.
so it's usually my next one unless i'm just kind of riffing.

[Split]

Originally Posted by Seadad

www.soundcloud.com/Roach-Badweather/decisions

WORD

[Pent uP]

Smoking Aegis hold a special place in my heart

[Vulgar]

A verse called "Syncope" I always liked.

[dull boy]

I am... the personification of persona containment. A constant contemplation of conscious. God debated squabbles with walls I'd made up. Drawn a face on and qualm with days long. My facade's a makeshift quasi shapeshift. Lopsided grey tint over my cross eyed basis. Our life's wasted. Check the archive. I eagled the par 5 playing with a shard of pipe and aching shins. I'm at a Far Cry Jamaican's crib eating hard rice and bacon strips. Hotter than a sauna of Cajuns making java with Haitians in a Guatemalan fuck it, I'm fucking hot. Stomach's bubbling. Bubbles pop on my tongue 'cause it's fucking hot. Lung is caldron of something hot. They tried to muzzle me but it crumbled and melted off. Conundrums occurring in consequence of befuddled God's tonguing my couple cocks. I've got multiple genitalia and none of 'em are pussy. I'm rubbing 'em in pudding while none of 'em are looking 'cause it's funny to be putting one over on J-hovah's. I'm Hulk Hogan on coke. Eating Joe Rogan. You can't factor the fear happening here. Open oceans. I captain the Kraken, on it's back with a beer slapping it's ear.

[oats]

Originally Posted by kannon

this thread would be a lot better if people actually posted or linked their favorite verses instead of just saying "that one I wrote in that one tourney last year."

http://netcees.co/showthread.php?p=378807#post378807

[Split]

This: http://netcees.co/showthread.php?p=106989

though no one figured it out. it was heavily alluding to the protagonist in Shadow of the Colossus.

ALLEGORIES.

I'm still proud of every word. Also mine and Witty's collab for the collab week of the AOWL came out very nicely.

I remember IDIOTTTT. so fresh.RIP
@Vulgar @Diode links?

[Certain]

Originally Posted by Split

no one figured it out.

Then maybe you should re-evaluate.

[Split]

Originally Posted by Certain

Then maybe you should re-evaluate.

I'm not complaining about readers' reading comprehension. Lol.


I was just saying it would have been cool if someone mentioned it

[Split]

Originally Posted by Certain

Then maybe you should re-evaluate.

Originally Posted by dull boy

I am... the personification of persona containment. A constant contemplation of conscious. God debated squabbles with walls I'd made up. Drawn a face on and qualm with days long. My facade's a makeshift quasi shapeshift. Lopsided grey tint over my cross eyed basis. Our life's wasted. Check the archive. I eagled the par 5 playing with a shard of pipe and aching shins. I'm at a Far Cry Jamaican's crib eating hard rice and bacon strips. Hotter than a sauna of Cajuns making java with Haitians in a Guatemalan fuck it, I'm fucking hot. Stomach's bubbling. Bubbles pop on my tongue 'cause it's fucking hot. Lung is caldron of something hot. They tried to muzzle me but it crumbled and melted off. Conundrums occurring in consequence of befuddled God's tonguing my couple cocks. I've got multiple genitalia and none of 'em are pussy. I'm rubbing 'em in pudding while none of 'em are looking 'cause it's funny to be putting one over on J-hovah's. I'm Hulk Hogan on coke. Eating Joe Rogan. You can't factor the fear happening here. Open oceans. I captain the Kraken, on it's back with a beer slapping it's ear.

Never seen this before it was cool

[Fig]

I am complaining about reader comprehension. Mostly my own, but also others.