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whats ya favorite nas verse?

thedesolateonethedesolateone Posts: 4,526 ✭✭✭✭


Yo Yo
I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his bitch ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with niggas but know he's on to mad figgas
With mad bitches a sharp dresser
Cool nigga but about to be called out
By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process
The victor had become the victim
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught but a smooth nigga licked him
onetoughmiracledeakino

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  • LUClENLUClEN Absence makes the heart grow fonder of someone else Posts: 20,559 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Mmm... Fried chicken, fly vixen
    Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
    You a bird but you ain't a ki'
    Got wings but you can't fly away from me
    Driving in your bucket seats
    All the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
    Look what you done to me, was number one to me
    After you shower, you and your gold medal flour
    Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
    You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivatin'
    Dry you off I got your paper towel waitin'
    Lay you down cause you're red hot
    Louisiana style you make my head rot
    Then I flock to the bed then plop!
    When we done I need rest
    Don't know what part of you I love best
    Your legs or your breast
    Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
    Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
    You gonna be a nigga death
    Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction
    Dripping with high cholest-
    Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta
    What roti is to a rasta
    Trapping me; You and your friend mac' and cheese
    Candy yams, collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
    It's killing me when I'm inside
    Nothing I need more than a fish fry
    The rapper from linkin park would body the dudes in the xxxtentacion cypher
    Already Home_17GlockLesnar CHICAGO_BREED
  • clairvoyanceclairvoyance Posts: 2,752 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Theres already a thread on this ,just bump it.....

    community.allhiphop.com/discussion/511588/random-nas-bars-thread
  • thedesolateonethedesolateone Posts: 4,526 ✭✭✭✭
    that thread is random lines .theres space for this one
  • mryounggunmryounggun Loading up my Grey Matter Glock Posts: 13,451 ✭✭✭✭✭
    I dunno if I have a FAVORITE. But his verse on Triple Beam Dreams has got to be top 5 for me. Also the 1st verse on One Mic. Fuck...too many to choose just one.
    thedesolateone
  • freethewavefreethewave Posts: 3,218 ✭✭✭✭✭
    2 many to choose from but his verse on its mine is dope as fuck tho
    5 Grandthedesolateone
  • Built 4 cuban linxBuilt 4 cuban linx Only Christopher I acknowledge is Wallace At the 36th chamberPosts: 12,285 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Any verse from deja vu
    thedesolateoneits....JOHN B
  • 5 Grand5 Grand Posts: 12,869 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Oochie Wally
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    Busta Carmichael thedesolateoneits....JOHN B
  • freethewavefreethewave Posts: 3,218 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry
    mosincrediblejvliooAlready Home_17Solitary Soldier
  • nex ginnex gin Keep It Simple Stupid Posts: 10,698 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Too many to name
    The person who controls your anger controls you.

    The conventional mind is passive. It consumes information and
    regurgitates it in familiar forms. The dimensional mind is active
    transforming everything it digests into something new & original,
    creating instead of consuming.

    Excuses don't solve problems.

    Life is a series of serious choices
    Theories are formed from experience, never mysterious forces
  • obnoxiouslyfreshobnoxiouslyfresh Still Ginny From The Block Posts: 11,495 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
    Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
    Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
    Winning gunfights with mega-cops
    But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger
    Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
    I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
    Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin'
    Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
    Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
    In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
    Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze
    Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
    From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
    I'm living where the nights is jet-black
    The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
    And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
    Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
    I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
    Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
    And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
    Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
    It's only right that I was born to use mics
    And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
    I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
    My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
    The smooth criminal on beat breaks
    Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
    The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
    That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
    I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and bitches with beepers
    In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
    Inhale deep like the words of my breath
    I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
    I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
    Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

    Angel out of heaven, such a goddess, have a nigga praying [-O<
    jvliooSolitary SoldierGlockLesnar
  • mosincrediblemosincredible Posts: 2,051 ✭✭✭✭✭
    edited June 2014
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry

    They are poetry. Whenever someone thinks rap aint about shit and I want to prove to them it is, I recite a Nas verse.

    I'll take the whole song 2nd Childhood.
    "This for my niggas that log on to AllHipHop / And listen to niggas they never heard cause they love hip hop" - Ab-Soul, "Passion", from Longterm Mentality 2

    YouTube | SoundCloud

    A beat I made in the spoiler if you happen to give a damn
    goldenja
  • jvlioojvlioo Detroit.Posts: 570 ✭✭✭✭
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry

    "I use take Nas raps and put em up on my wall. My niggas thought they were words but it was pictures I saw"
    goldenjaSolitary Soldier
  • YapatnaJBYapatnaJB Posts: 1,260 ✭✭✭✭✭
    The first verse of New York state of mind 2
  • its....JOHN Bits....JOHN B Posts: 19,830 ✭✭✭✭✭
    This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes
    Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
    This is the problem 'cause he never tell 'em he got it
    From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three
    Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
    Backstage where the stars be, rockin' they shirts
    In bitches faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from?
    Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
    Takin' pride in ruinin' they lives
    So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
    He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
    Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS
    I contemplate, believin' in karma
    Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin' tomorrow
    I know some bitches who be sleepin' on niggaz dreams, they leave
    When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees
    Knowing' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds
    Instead of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees
    I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
    'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
    Now you old and you gettin' shitted on
    It's all scientific, mystic, you know the earth and the stars
    Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
    What is destined shall be
    George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me
    Much blessings be healthy, remember
    deakino
  • Mister B.Mister B. Still the Devil's #1 Advocate. Come on out that box! Posts: 16,171 ✭✭✭✭✭
    edited July 2014
    ONE favorite? Kinda impossible...

    This one always stuck out to me, tho.
    mirthewriter.wordpress.com
    Read that jawn....

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    Yep. It's THAT season again....
  • freethewavefreethewave Posts: 3,218 ✭✭✭✭✭
    jvlioo wrote: »
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry

    "I use take Nas raps and put em up on my wall. My niggas thought they were words but it was pictures I saw"

    That nas verse on the remix was incredible also.plus now anytime someone sells out I gots to remind how they let nas down
    jvlioo
  • trilladelictrilladelic Posts: 4,457 ✭✭✭✭✭

    This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes
    Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C
    This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
    From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93
    Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
    Backstage where the stars be, rocking they shirts
    In bitches faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from
    Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
    Taking pride in ruining their lives
    So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
    He never used a condom. Give him head? He got ya
    Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster: AIDS
    I contemplate, believing in karma
    Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow
    I know some bitches who be sleeping on niggas' dreams. They leave
    When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees
    Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds
    Instead of taking care of em, they're spending money on trees
    I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
    Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
    Now you old and you getting shitted on
    It's all scientific, mystic; you know, the Earth and the stars
    Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
    What is destined shall be
    George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
    Much blessings, be healthy. Remember:

    i sure i cant spit this whole song verbatim but this verse especially

    hell this might not even be my favorite from tha niqqa
    pro smoke, pro choke, anti-broke, conservative liberal..
    its....JOHN Bthedesolateone
  • Vader_F_KennedyVader_F_Kennedy Behind MissKPosts: 17,715 ✭✭✭✭✭
    The Buck that bought the bottle could a struck the lotto

    Cain
  • TheManInBlack4.0TheManInBlack4.0 Posts: 836 ✭✭✭✭
    Way too hard.
  • deakinodeakino The Gate CityPosts: 1,009 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, HERE IT IS!
    thedesolateone
  • deakinodeakino The Gate CityPosts: 1,009 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggaz who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple
    GlockLesnar thedesolateone
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