And I got her, nigga

grocery bag

“when I was twelve, i went to hell for snuffing Jesus.”

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 enough 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, boast yo' skills
Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills

mayonnaise colored benz I push miracle whips

General consensus is that the hardest bar oat is

“Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason. ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't f***ing breathing”

the opening verse from cam on down and out

Real.

Pre-dumbed down jay was phenomenal. Class of his own

Cam on Down and Out

Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders premeditated
Absurd I hesitated
Observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking sake on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace take ya girl f*** her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste

Bigs flow and rhyme scheme in this part

I'm clockin' ya, Versace shades watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in — game begins
First I talk about how I dress in this
In diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses
The s***is just immaculate
From the back, I get deeper and deeper, help you reach the
Climax that your man can't make

I fell in love, pause

Hov's third on Smile

Shove a gerbil In his ass through a tube

How could I ever let your words affect me?
They say hip-hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me
Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
Too many featured emcees, and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a
Album, how come you the hot garbage of
The year? It's clear your image is looped up
Label got you souped-up, tellin' you you sick
When you a d*** with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster, chimped up
With a pimp cup, illiterate n***a, read the infra-
Red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba
Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper
Just a emcee with a temper
You dancin' for money like Honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye

Different level! He left earth on that verse!

absolutely. end of the day might be one of my favorite verses ever recorded

"Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams:
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's
Cause we can't get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston"

Goddamn

My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet
I let my b**** bag it - if she steal it, I'ma kill her
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos
And f*** your hospital - Young Money, we the illest

4:44 has some good ones. I was listening yesterday - the bar about a million dollars worth of game for 9.99 and turning his life into a nice first week release date were great.

Real

my mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten, meet the twin, andre ben, welcome to the lion’s den

who originally said this? i only know it from the sample on “devil’s son”

And I don't wanna talk about it
Gangsta s*** right in front you, nigga, walk around it
Nigga, let me do me
They know I kick it like Jet Li, Bruce Lee
And I've done what they can't do
Me, I'll put my gun up to your Aunt Suzie
And blow out a doobie, paint her ruby
I am a loony, you niggas puny
I puke on the beat, I juke and never fumble
Man, I spit that dope, like I swallowed a bundle
Gotta spit that dope up
'Cause the old heads said, "If you don't, it'll bust"
I heard if I sell it hard, it'll rush
But if them people come, if it's soft, it'll flush
Haha! Certainly
Don't get caught in the blind, and keep your curtain straight
No, I don't drink wine but I smoke purple, grape
Sometimes, see purple stars—I ain't talking about purple Bapes
I gets paid early 'cause I be workin' late
Too many painful memories, s*** hurt to say
Crack flow: no bake, just stir and shake
Shooting when we pull up like Urkel waist
Sip syrup, got me moving at a turtle pace
But quick, draw, pop out like a turtle face, haha
Paid in full, you can't murk the ace
I kill your beat, then beat the murder case, haha, yeah
That's right, I'ma kill this s***
And if the glove don't fit, I'ma need a catcher's mitt
'Cause I'm high like a b****, yeah I'm high like a b****
Like Mariah and s***, I guess I'm higher than a b****
Keep it dirty like I'm lying in the ditch
Like Eli, I'm from New Orleans, I'm a Giant in this b****
Move the G and add an S and put the I before the N
And put the A in front of that, and that's what I am to the end
That's a Saint, motherfucker, simplify it for them
Where your funeral comes with a secondline at the end, yeah
But you won't be secondlining with them
'Cause you'll be in the hearse that's behind all of them, yeah
I see your homies dressed in black like they finna ride
But that fashion statement is telling a lie
I'm pelican fly, Mac-11 inside
My bullets come with wings, and your cerebellum can fly
Yeah, f***ing right, oh, yeah
Young Money, we are, sick as gonorrhea
Like nausea, heart burn, indigestion
Upset, stomach, and diarrhea
Get some Pepto-Bismo', ho!

So poetic

No way these are the greatest bars of all time right?