That verse is HARD!

[blackzeus]

Post verses that make you go

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackin
You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump
They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them shyts is Scooby Snacks ( )
I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to make it hot
Feel like Pac I know it's set up
Them old nikkaz know I'm bout to take they spot
Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. That'll get 'em up in I.C.U.
Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.
C-74 switched 'em over to P.C.
Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.
fukk me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All about them G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'

Right after Cam got clapped in the Lambo. It go hard 'cause it's a true story and the way he spit it.

 

[duncanthetall]

Since I'm listenin to it rite now, from that new Joey Bada$$ tape. His second verse on Hardknock is some of the hardest hittin shyt I've heard in a min. Specially when that a cappella comes in. LIke...it aint fair to other mothafukkas

This is for my nikkas, killers
Hundred dollar billers
On the block in the rock spot
GLOCK cocked watchin' out for cops
All about they cheddar
Youngins know nothin' that’s better
Like fukk a prison letter
Those Beretta’s led us to the lettuce
Real as fetishes menaces
Want the senator’s percentages
If you ain’t prejudice you still a nemisis
Smokin' on the Clematis
Get open like a present is
Now yo presence is on the premisces for them presidents
My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is
They linkin terrorists from the Stuy
Then linkin terraces
They on that wrecker shyt
They leave you left for the dead
Kids don’t play they’ll erase your head in a race for the bread
Children on the corners slingin' some reds
Poppin' some meds
shyts be so deep in cover they be chasin' the feds
I be back stage grippin' haze breakin' my leg
My folks was makin' the best
When they was naked in bed, muthafukka

 

[Prez]

My crew puff lah, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fukked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nikka who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shyt on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shytter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all

Even the boy Nas was like

 

[duncanthetall]

This shyt make a nikka just wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy that lied
Tell a story that I'll never glory 25
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see euphoria
And that's a covenant I put on every tribe
Ain't nobody gon' tie your shoe
Nobody gon' abide by your rule
Nobody holding your gun, how come your tongue say killa then kill my mood
Light speed living in the world you know
Little old me, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lighting bolt
Til' I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I am from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain, nikka take it from you
A new name, want stripes, and you and zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don't numb you and none do
Things we will never learn soon
In the era where we wanna earn soon
That's a error, you can smell it in the air and everybody really doomed
That's why I'm backdooring you motherfukkas
All y'all can suck my dikk
All them days at the county building
Now I'm 'bout to make my mama rich
Cartoons and (cereal!) I ain't felt this good since
Scrooge McDuck, (here we go!) Elementary hood shyt

First Kendrick song I listened to that had me like

 

[28 Gramz]

Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits
Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shyt
Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from mesasuring grams
Gun on my waist, In case I see son
who wetted my man
I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's
Obvious I was destined to rep
Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits
Considered mad real, nikkas feel the Montana shyt
Born official, my nikkas that are gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see ya'll nikkas when I get there
Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip
I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete
When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet
And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet
When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing nikka's lead to excellence
I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this
Like a lexus jeep
My technique
Leaves my enimies stretched for weeks, vexed from me
Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me
Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching ki's..please

 

[Piff Perkins]

Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
nikkaz screamin battle who steps to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
Raps incarceration I'm a threat to population
Blowing MCs in a yard, heartless center isolation raise a rattle
With recreational mental meditation
World War Three, it's me
So man your battle station
Grim reaper lyrics are way beyond the limits of human endurance (Yeah!)
The rapper called star shot down for insurance (Bang!)
I keep the ugly rhymes in the celler of my cranium
Where no one can see them or hear cries for freedom
Chopped up raw thoughts the only thing I feed 'em
Release the beats from the celler when I need 'em
Dwell underground like C.H.U.D., love letters
Wrinkled paper bags, ink and blood
I gotta slay ways of genocide I defeat
Dodge bullets blue sparks flowin off the fukkin concrete
Even if it's not your beef you are stressed cause bullets go homeless
And homeless need a place to rest
So where's your heaven and hell G?
Because your Marcus Wellby will not be able to sew
That hole in your chest and back
Often looks like a car, it's kitted
Piped and tinted, and also painted triple black (Ding!)
Sad songs to your saviour to sacrifice your soul to prayers failed (Sorry)
Cause God moved like a snail so death prevails
Your deader than a doornail
Lips blue, skin pale, all hail GRIMM