''they have millions for war but cant even feed the poor'' 
what is pac's best verse technically speaking
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NuclearBomb
Rookie
[Verse One]
I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these nikkas got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Since surveillance silently
Momma chill
Thug livin pay the bills
And die violently
Closed caskets
Expose b*stards I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nikka speak on gettin money
Ain't nothin funny, Green
Got a nikka seein things
Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon I'ma savage
Still a method to my madness
Blast nikkaz laugh call em cash cabbage
Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of being held down
Cross my heart hope to die
Blinded in some p*ssy
Millionaire
Living care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
F**k authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
We ain't having it
Time to tear this shyt back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mac
nikkaz will never get this shyt back
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame
fukk Lil' Kim you Nasty bytch
[Verse Two]
Temperatures rises
nikkaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats
nikkaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced
In his body and face
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
Criminal tactics the rap game
Became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
If we bleed then they suffocate
Chokin in terror
So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
The prophecy is clear
nikkaz lock n load disappear
Strategize with no fear
Waging war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough
Ready to rush
You bytch made motherfukkkers get murdered and touched
I go to jail nikkaz screamin
FREE ME
Speakin freely
Conversatin with my comrades
Kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed
It gets worse
Plans are cursed to be a G
On the first to breathe
Currency in stacks
Artillery in the back
Strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all black
When we attack
Holla out my set
nikka tighten your jaw
Givin birth to outlawz
(Ha ha)
Street fame
2 crazy verses
I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these nikkas got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Since surveillance silently
Momma chill
Thug livin pay the bills
And die violently
Closed caskets
Expose b*stards I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nikka speak on gettin money
Ain't nothin funny, Green
Got a nikka seein things
Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon I'ma savage
Still a method to my madness
Blast nikkaz laugh call em cash cabbage
Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of being held down
Cross my heart hope to die
Blinded in some p*ssy
Millionaire
Living care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
F**k authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
We ain't having it
Time to tear this shyt back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mac
nikkaz will never get this shyt back
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame
fukk Lil' Kim you Nasty bytch
[Verse Two]
Temperatures rises
nikkaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats
nikkaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced
In his body and face
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
Criminal tactics the rap game
Became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
If we bleed then they suffocate
Chokin in terror
So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
The prophecy is clear
nikkaz lock n load disappear
Strategize with no fear
Waging war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough
Ready to rush
You bytch made motherfukkkers get murdered and touched
I go to jail nikkaz screamin
FREE ME
Speakin freely
Conversatin with my comrades
Kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed
It gets worse
Plans are cursed to be a G
On the first to breathe
Currency in stacks
Artillery in the back
Strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all black
When we attack
Holla out my set
nikka tighten your jaw
Givin birth to outlawz
(Ha ha)
Street fame
2 crazy verses