what is the most technically perfect verse

[the rhyme king]

where the syllable count is on point the rhyme scheme matches up with the bar count the pronuncation and enuncation and the vocal inflection is ridiculous.

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

this verse from deck is a perfect example of a perfect verse.

 

[Why-Fi]

B-I-G-G-I-E aka B-I-G
get it? biggie
also known as the bon appetit
rappers can't sleep need sleepin
big keep creepin
bullets heat seekin
casualties need treatin
dumb rappers need teachin
lesson A: dont fukk with B-I,
that's that - Oh I
thought he was wack, oh come come now
why yall so dumb now?
hunt me or be hunted. i got 357 ways
to simmer saute, im the winner all day
lights get dimmer down biggie's hallway
my forte causes caucasians to say
he sounds demented. car weed-scented
if i said it, i meant it. bite my tongue for no-one...

 

[King Biko]

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbing, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shyt that murderers move with
The thief's theme - play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facing time like
"Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm embracing
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether cruising in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bytches
Aiming guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shyt is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction, all the wrong shyt I did, he'll lead a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nikka for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big Willie style
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games people play
Bust the problems of the world today


all three of em

 

[stealthbomber]

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Bun b's verse

 

[the rhyme king]

As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and (A Streetcar Named Desire), who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fukk you at?
nikkaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

method killed this also.

 

[Vagina Thief]

I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin' us
Watching us close, marking our toast ???
Purposely overtaxin' the earnings
Nervous, burnin' down the churches
They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust
Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust
Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader
Advance to where minorities are the majority voter
Holdin' my own, I'm livin' alone in this cold world
My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl
She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression
See, me myself, I start flippin' and fall victim to deep depression
I'm stressin' the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year
Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer
There's no longevity livin' off negativity
fukk it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on
Judge singin' death penalty like it's his favorite fukkin' song
Word is bond, takin' my life you know they lovin' it
God, F the government and it's fukkin' capital punishment - Pun
​

 

[OnlyInCalifornia]

Give it up Yauze, your corny little alias gimmick is done.

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

cuban link on off the books..
nas on fast life

plus agree with many on here..

 

[NikBates]

What about an EM verse? Like Dead Wrong with Biggie

 

[beenz]

Entire "exhibit c"

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

^hell no!!

 

[Ian1362]

The implorer, the universe explorer
Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these nikkas open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water
I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
The pilgrimage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
That surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grains of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to follow
The Fifth aficionado, break you up into parts like vibrato
I'm deep like the dark of the night
nikkas is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the same
Old rhythm that's plain
I'd rather Ultramagnetize your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
Inside the chorus, nikkas is bringin nothin for us
As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war, Respond/React

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

rza's verse on assassination day.

fukkin insane.

 

[PhonZhi]

Slum Village - Giant - YouTube Elzhi

 

[TheHomie]

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Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state
As I invade their masquerade
They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave mc's with doubt
Of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E
They have no key, or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standing looking stupid, wondering why
(why man?)
It was the fame, that they tried to get
Now they walking around talkin about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel

Slim Kid 3:
Rock a bye baby
Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible, cause I'm
Heading for a new sector 365 days from now, I'll
Wipe the sweat from my eye
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the worlds at a stand-still
Deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil, still
Killing yourself, and dogging ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself

Uncle Imani:
shyt is-shyt is ill, my flow still will spill
Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
When I execute, acutely over the rhythm
On those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
Got em mad and tremblin
Cause I been up in my lab assemblin
Missiles, to bomb the enemy
Because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
Cause nikkas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
And I think they can't follow
They can't swallow, the truth because it hurts
This is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf
The worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
I'm going to make a million
(You know what time is it)