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Chief 'Broom
10-13-2005, 08:19 PM
This always is done with Wu emcees. But i think we could probably go on forever with Nas quotes. Just make sure to write out the words. I'll set it with this..

"The Bible has words that Christ wrote - evil men sacrifice goats / I speak on my life under oath / since a kid, troublesome - throwing shit at little girls jump ropes / busting B-B guns at stray cats / that was way back / watched it die, covered in flies, then I pick up a stick, try to dig in its eyes / making dirt pies / now being buggy-eyed / sitting / every other nicuh that rap sound like my shit / I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip, I don't shoot it / I roll with killers and criminals with heroin habits they picked up from the penal, they let you have it, all I do is give them a smile / lifestyles of the realest - you ain't ruthless you bitch, I got a pine box just your size - I know it'll fit / your whole life's a mistake / stop holding the pen / kill yourself, come back as a man over again / cuz in this lifetime I'm reigning, slay men - leave your whole body cold / nails grow long / you get gray skin / may this nicuh rest in peace, Amen / I run with brave men, straight out the housing / we wildin, millions engraved in the pavement, brick building / grown ladies jump off the roof / nicuh get paged then murdered at the phone booth / New York streets made me nicuh, it's crazy NICUH"

Jeah. Bless this thread with some ill shit.

tical2000
10-13-2005, 08:22 PM
I think the best NAS verse ever is the one on RAEKWON's "VERBAL INTERCOURSE", Nas fuckin kills that verse, its dope

"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"

-Nas on VERBAL INTERCOURSE

Chief 'Broom
10-13-2005, 08:46 PM
"...new jacks i pistol whip them with the funky rhythm i be kicking / musician, and flipping composition - of pain / i'm like... Saddam Hussein still alive looking at his dead children's burnt remains / i burnt the game / learnt you lames a new lesson / your crew's soft man ya'll need some new weapons"

rzarectah
10-13-2005, 08:50 PM
"...new jacks i pistol whip them with the funky rhythm i be kicking / musician, and flipping composition - of pain / i'm like... Saddam Hussein still alive looking at his dead children's burnt remains / i burnt the game / learnt you lames a new lesson / your crew's soft man ya'll need some new weapons"
haha yea that verse is sick on NY State of Mind III.....what amazes me is that whole "saddam still alive lookin at his dead children's burn remains" and like a month later u see pics on the news of saddam's son's corpse

triggahappy187
10-13-2005, 09:32 PM
Verbal intercoarse hands down

Cm0ney
10-13-2005, 09:37 PM
haha yea that verse is sick on NY State of Mind III.....what amazes me is that whole "saddam still alive lookin at his dead children's burn remains" and like a month later u see pics on the news of saddam's son's corpse

there's a part 3?

Dae Ja Nae
10-13-2005, 09:46 PM
Nas ~ Last Words

This is the illest metaphorical description ever!!


I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter
If the court paroal ya then another con enters
No remorse for your tears I seen em too often
When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out
Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming
Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property nigga stay legal

ol dirty abbot
10-13-2005, 10:05 PM
Gandhi was a... what the fu..?

Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death
The us army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
(I wonder when I wrote this. nah itís weak)

Dae Ja Nae
10-13-2005, 10:37 PM
American Way ~ V1

Yeah, check it, uh
Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer
Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew
What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about
The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect
Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh
We ain't got no choices who to choose
Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick
Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children, then she gotta prove that she
ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool
Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose
Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh
See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh

b-dolo
10-13-2005, 11:17 PM
sip the don p watchin ghandi till i'm charged
writing rhymes in the notebook way pass the margin
hold the mic its throbbin
mechanical movement
understadable smooth shit
the murderers move with
the theives theme, play me at night the won't act right
the scence of hip hop got me fiendin like a crack pipe
the mind activation feel like I am facing time
like papi mason with pens i am embracin
wipe the sweat of my dome
spit the phelm on the streets
suede tims on my feet makes my cipher complete


they call me nas not your legal type a fella
moet drinkin, marjiuana smokin, street dweller
always on the corner rollin up blessed
when i dress
its nothing less the guess
could be cold walkin with a bop in my back
hat turned to the back
love commiting sins and my friends sell crack

crass
10-13-2005, 11:27 PM
^^^cosign

"i woke up early on my born day
i'm 20, it's a blessin"

"i switched my motto
instead of saying fuck tomorrow
that buck that bought a bottle
coulda struck the lotto"

Punch
10-13-2005, 11:37 PM
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Coolie High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all


One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of mad kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane


I copied this from ohhla, so any mistakes are their's

God'sSon2517
10-14-2005, 12:24 AM
sip the don p watchin ghandi till i'm charged
writing rhymes in the notebook way pass the margin
hold the mic its throbbin
mechanical movement
understadable smooth shit
the murderers move with
the theives theme, play me at night the won't act right
the scence of hip hop got me fiendin like a crack pipe
the mind activation feel like I am facing time
like papi mason with pens i am embracin
wipe the sweat of my dome
spit the phelm on the streets
suede tims on my feet makes my cipher complete


they call me nas not your legal type a fella
moet drinkin, marjiuana smokin, street dweller
always on the corner rollin up blessed
when i dress
its nothing less the guess
could be cold walkin with a bop in my back
hat turned to the back
love commiting sins and my friends sell crack
No disrespect at all fam, but you killed some of those lines.

Wu-Tang 9
10-14-2005, 09:21 AM
Intro: Nas

Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word, it's time nigga?)
Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)
Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now

Verse One: Nas

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 Grants 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
Pick 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
Try 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 filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger 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
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until 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

yea i was gonna post verbal intercourse but it was bound to be the first one.

shadowboxin
10-14-2005, 11:21 AM
its obvious that verbal intercourse is his best guest apperance but in my opinion his second best is eye for an eye verse on mobb deeps infamous album featuring raekwon:

A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

Analyze
10-14-2005, 11:29 AM
when you read the nigga shit you get a newfound appreciation for his shit. I wonder in the future will kids be studying his shit like Sheakespheare. They can be like in the 1990's niggas lived like savages.

Wu Forever

cap
10-14-2005, 12:05 PM
This always is done with Wu emcees. But i think we could probably go on forever with Nas quotes. Just make sure to write out the words. I'll set it with this..

"The Bible has words that Christ wrote - evil men sacrifice goats / I speak on my life under oath / since a kid, troublesome - throwing shit at little girls jump ropes / busting B-B guns at stray cats / that was way back / watched it die, covered in flies, then I pick up a stick, try to dig in its eyes / making dirt pies / now being buggy-eyed / sitting / every other nicuh that rap sound like my shit / I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip, I don't shoot it / I roll with killers and criminals with heroin habits they picked up from the penal, they let you have it, all I do is give them a smile / lifestyles of the realest - you ain't ruthless you bitch, I got a pine box just your size - I know it'll fit / your whole life's a mistake / stop holding the pen / kill yourself, come back as a man over again / cuz in this lifetime I'm reigning, slay men - leave your whole body cold / nails grow long / you get gray skin / may this nicuh rest in peace, Amen / I run with brave men, straight out the housing / we wildin, millions engraved in the pavement, brick building / grown ladies jump off the roof / nicuh get paged then murdered at the phone booth / New York streets made me nicuh, it's crazy NICUH"

Jeah. Bless this thread with some ill shit.

YO WHICH SONG IS THIS ONE,ITS BEEN BUGGING ME EVERY SINCE I READ IT

Punch
10-14-2005, 12:19 PM
its obvious that verbal intercourse is his best guest apperance but in my opinion his second best is eye for an eye verse on mobb deeps infamous album featuring raekwon:

A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin
VERY CLOSE second

PHENIX
10-14-2005, 01:05 PM
"The only nigga sade dated" <--------- Hardest nase line

b-dolo
10-14-2005, 02:00 PM
No disrespect at all fam, but you killed some of those lines.may be i did or maybe you read them off of ohhla which has so many mistakes its pathetic.

ballistic
10-14-2005, 02:29 PM
from Thief's Theme on street's disciple, i think a lot of people missed this:
"lightning hits the top of steeple while i'm writing...semi-auto, no hyphen!"

semi auto NO hyphen..damn, that's creative...

rzarectah
10-14-2005, 03:00 PM
there's a part 3?
yea i think its part 3.....well alicia keys remade it and had nas and rakim on it.....idk if that version came out on her album or not

TheSupremeSwordwielder
10-14-2005, 03:45 PM
...I have so many fav. Nas lyrics, it's hard to say for sure...but I do have to say that I think one of his best stories, HAS to be "Blaze A 50" from his Lost Tapes...that shit was NUTZZZZZZZ!!!!!...

RapLevelated
10-14-2005, 04:45 PM
its obvious that verbal intercourse is his best guest apperance but in my opinion his second best is eye for an eye verse on mobb deeps infamous album featuring raekwon:

A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin


I was wondering if anyone would put this. LOVE THIS SHIT!!!

RapLevelated
10-14-2005, 04:48 PM
One of my favorite lines:

Blood and white chalk make pink, so what's that make you?



One of my favorite verses:

My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker

Dante
10-14-2005, 06:55 PM
All 3 verses from "The World is Yours"

mr stalin
10-14-2005, 08:27 PM
Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod


and i gave you power, rewind, undying love.. HES GOOD AT STORIES

Dae Ja Nae
10-14-2005, 08:37 PM
One of my favorite lines:

Blood and white chalk make pink, so what's that make you?



One of my favorite verses:

My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker
ahhhhhh ... hot shit right here fam

Chief 'Broom
10-16-2005, 09:12 PM
this was a stupid thread - all his damn verses are quotables

good looks for those who wrote out their favorites though

NOW CLOSE THE THREAD IMMEDIATELY, thank you kindly.