what is the most technically perfect verse

[Coach Gully]

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mmwlXARiTU]Cappadonna - Winter Warz [Cappadonna's verse] - YouTube[/ame]

 

[Rakim Allah]

thug love story is. almost though.

Good one!! Yeah it's right there.

Plus G Rap pulled it off in story form. It's the greatest Hip Hop story song to me. That song is so epic. From gettin chased by goons on ski bike in the snow to taking out goons with flare gun on a boat in the middle of the ocean.

 

[Mike Statik]

Good one!! Yeah it's right there.

Plus G Rap pulled it off in story form. It's the greatest Hip Hop story song to me. That song is so epic. From gettin chased by goons on ski bike in the snow to taking out goons with flare gun on a boat in the middle of the ocean.

that shyt was like a movie tho... ill never forget the first time i heard that track...

songs dont make me do that shyt these days...

 

[Omerta]

i dont know why nikkas on here think multi's make you lyrical

Because it takes some talent to string together consistently and make it work.

How is it not lyrical?

 

[phatphuck]

how about eminem on lose yourself?

hes perfectly on beat, forces words that dont rhyme to sound like they rhyme, and emphasizes each word that rhymes (supposedly) by pronouncing it loudly together with the kick

is that technically perfect?

 

[the rhyme king]

how about eminem on lose yourself?

hes perfectly on beat, forces words that dont rhyme to sound like they rhyme, and emphasizes each word that rhymes (supposedly) by pronouncing it loudly together with the kick

is that technically perfect?

this is one of the best answers i got in this whole thread.

 

[West Coast Avenger]

Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shyt for your ears to list
nikka P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(what's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half ass shyt
The last official takin out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shyt with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nikka's shook to death from the first fukkin song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shyt
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my nikkaz on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
nikka you could fukk with you shyt outta luck
Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D

 

[LandryFieldsDad]

Mobb Deep ft. Raekwon - Nighttime Vultures - YouTube


Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shyt for your ears to list
nikka P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(what's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half ass shyt
The last official takin out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shyt with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nikka's shook to death from the first fukkin song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shyt
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my nikkaz on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
nikka you could fukk with you shyt outta luck
Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D

God...p was a beast

 

[intilectual recipricol]

Any verse off of "Lupe the Killer"

 

[*crackSTAR*]

killa sin on dressed to kill

 

[AkaDemiK]

sigh...

 

[5n0man]

tech n9ne owns this thread