what is pac's best verse technically speaking

[the rhyme king]

to me it is bomb first

Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
nikkaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shytty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw nikkaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene nikkaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fukkin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfukkers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bytch nikka eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)

 

[the rhyme king]

in honor of pac's birthday i wanted to pose this question to all his fans.

 

[martin payne]

They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
nikkaz is hard to kill, on my block

 

[feelosofer]

2Pac-Pain

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fukkin' family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin' with the homies
fukk hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin back to court
So fukk what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
There's so much pain

 

[Horoyoi]

his last verse on 'me against the world'

With all this extra stressing
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest through this suppression?
They punish the people that's asking questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks his questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreaming of riches, in a position of making a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nothing like the game
It's just me against the world

 

[Oroko Saki]

2Pac-Pain

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fukkin' family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin' with the homies
fukk hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin back to court
So fukk what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
There's so much pain

While i agree with the song u chose, i would go with his 2nd verse on it. Thats my favorite verse ever

 

[the cac mamba]

 

[Canada Goose]

I always thought Pac's second verse on "Made nikkaz" was on point.

Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfukkers daily
Know the feds trail me, to my alias Makaveli
Gettin lessons from nikkaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentence
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidida and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
my army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nikka
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfukkin made nikka

 

[Mask and Da Glock]

cant c me

 

[ChocolateGiddyUp]

Any of the countless ones rhyming Hennessey wit Enemies

 

[Pool_Shark]

[Verse One]
They say p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk nikkaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shyt that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bytches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfukkers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
nikkaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

[Verse Two]
Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin nikkaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fukkin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous nikkaz and broke bytches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

[Verse Three]
p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug nikkaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dikk, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nikka I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfukkers don't understand, if I die tonight


Whole song blows me away everytime.

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

Shed So Many Tears is some icy cold shyt.



I've seen old men weep listening to that shyt

 

[feelosofer]

While i agree with the song u chose, i would go with his 2nd verse on it. Thats my favorite verse ever

true, I personally think this is 2Pacs best song, and both verses were ill.

 

[feelosofer]

[Verse One]
They say p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk nikkaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shyt that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bytches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfukkers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
nikkaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

[Verse Two]
Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin nikkaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fukkin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous nikkaz and broke bytches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

[Verse Three]
p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug nikkaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dikk, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nikka I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfukkers don't understand, if I die tonight


Whole song blows me away everytime.

My 2nd choice easy, oddly enough my 2nd favorite 2pac song.

 

[kingdizzy01]

When I,
Enter the first zone worst known Mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifesting military styles casualty tragedy,
when nikkas battle me
My prophesized prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bytch, and watch him start snitching
I keep spitting still stupid nikkas fail to listen
I personify this thug living, hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite, the whole world me and the mob getting married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as expected
A trick bytch, where is your heart?
You mark, watch nikkas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold ya head, nikkas all the same
Except some want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' till there's none left
Don't sleep