Run (D.M.C.) - Run's House

Ah, once again my friend
Not a trend for then
They said, rap was crap
But never had this band
Till the ruler came
With a cooler name
Made ya dance and prance and draw the fans insane
Name is Run my son
Number one for fun
Not a gun that's done and get done by none
The others act, in fact, is just wack I kill
[DMC] Why?
[Run] It's fun my son and Run heads the bill!

Who's house?
Run's house!

Vooral hoe hij het rapt is echt fantastisch! (jaja, ook ik heb mtv gezien )

xReign of Terrorx - Torch the Grey Area:

Fuck living the American Dream...that shit ain't for me.
You want me to feel guilty 'cause I don't have a fucking day job.
Well kiss my ass, I don't go to your work and smack the broom out your hand.
See I'm not sorry about the fact I don't let money define me, living life my own way and you're not even trying.
Making sacrifices doing up something you hate,
but I'm not gonna wait and let my life be wasted away.
So what, you got some cash?
What the fuck does that prove?
I got a mic and a voice and nothing to lose so I'm gonna try and open eyes and guide this blind world through.
Your saying that I'm a lost cause, I'm saying FUCK YOU!
We're just different so learn to respect that, I'll fight for my beliefs so bite your tongue before you speak, bitch.
I said we're different so learn to respect that, I don't want to live like you I'm gonna live like me.

Army of the Pharoahs - Seven (Demoz)

Nigga, If I had 24 hours to live,
Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds,
Vin I'm drivin off a bridge,
Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine,
gasoline, tank filled to the top,
magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces,
No preechers, strong enough to take me outta my zone,
I broke jesus, broke niggas who squeal,
rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill,
I'm to sick for a pill,
Man these niggas aint real they real fake,
they say they a man but they fuckin with real snakes,
thats when you put em in a truck with they grill taped,
rip and reverse and run into a stealgate,
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar,
If I dont kill you later I'ma kill you "Manyana",
ya'll dont want know problems,
ya'll dont want no drama,
Nigga I'ma take a trip with your baby momma, Suicide Driver.

Murs, County Blues. Produced by Ant.




Hey mom..
They got me down at the substation
And this punk ass ? right here is testing my patience
Naw mama don't cry, cause it's not that serious
I'm drunk and I'm tired and I'm a little bit delerious
But other than that, I'm gonna be O.K
It's just a misdemeanor running overnight stay
Anyway I had to call cause you're the only person I can count on
Not to ? to make sure I don't get caught up ? out the County Jail
Nah I don't need bail. I'll be out tomorrow morning
That's if when they run my name they don't come up with no warrants
Nah, ain't do nothing. But you know how they do
They could make something, if they really wanted to
So... What I need from you is to be at the Inglewood court about two
That's when the judge will hear my case
It'll really do me good to, you know, see your face
But since I don't have a whole lot of time to waste
Let me apologize for being a disgrace
Next for the stress and calling you so late
Please know this is a call that I never wished to make
I tried to avoid it
All throughtout my youth I did my dirt smart
That way I stayed aloof to the system and its prisons
Always made the right decisions
You know, weed not crack, Krylon not gats. It was that type of logic
That kept me out the trap, I could of just snapped
Like the rest that went crazy but that's not in my nature
And not how you raised me. I felt I owed you better
Than a couple Saturday visits, some jailhouse flicks and some poorly written letters
Plus we had a little cheddar that you worked so hard for
Why would I risk it all for just to act hardcore
That's why you won't believe why they threw in me in the car for
Not for drunk driving. Fighting or no drug shit
Mom they locked me in the jail cell for pissing in public!

Die laatste zin

Heeft iemand misschien de tekst van de bekende freestyle van de 17-jarige Biggie?

Metaltekstje verwijderd.

Pacewon op Children Sing (derde verse). Op zich zijn de teksten niet heel hoogstaand, maar de manier waarop hij het rapt is geniaal en past ook precies bij de beat.

Before I pull up and park and bust in your apartment
I'ma just perm my hair like Al Sharpton
And get a picket sign just to protest your flow next
Your little pussy rhymes need Kotex
There's mad little tricks hittin' up in my sleeve
Don't be naive I'll have you screamin' out "Why me?"
You soft motherfuckers come a dozen a dime
I'll fuck you up and walk off like it wasn't a crime
Stick my gun where the sun don't shine
Have you fuckin' a nine
Have sodomy stuck in your mind
You'll probably want revenge
Sneak up on me, stick a knife in my back
Take naked pictures of my body like they did in Iraq
And then, wake up sweaty in a puddle of piss
I'll fuckin', bust your shit, call your brother a bitch
And then leave you where I met you brother, holdin' your mouth
Holdin' your jaw in awe, nigga, over and out


Pimp C op Welcome to the South van Chamillionaire. Nog minder hoogstaand dan die van Pacewon, maar echt geweldig.

Uhh, South side candy rider never been a socializer
Flyin high, work grinder, knock your gal you can't find her
She was sittin on butter, hun'ned thousand under her ass
I was workin the wood circle smokin candy mashin on the gas
I can't be you I can't do you, I just do me, if you ain't
been where I been then you cain't, be who I be if you ain't
seen what I seen and you cain't, see what I see
I put the bricks, in the road there was slab on it wasn't free
Been a legend in the South since the year 9-3
"Pocket Full of Stones," menace to society
The hard in the cars, chrome-y fo's, not D's
Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys
Please you work, for UPS
They say they smokin dro but all I keep smellin is cress
I roll with the best, '92 me and Screw in the Lexus
I might not be nothin to you but I'm the {shit} in that Texas


Deacon the Villian op Ain't no Way. Wel hoogstaand. De verse van SOS is trouwens ook al erg sterk.

Yo, I've been done wrong fronted on told that I'll never make it
People have dissed my songs and underestimated
All the attacks have been steroids makin' me stronger
Like dyin' from polygraph test shocks you couldn't be wronger
Motherfuckers wanna play around I recommend Tonka
Niggas thinkin' shit's sweet watchin' too much Willy Wonka
I don't really want the fame I wanna gain respect
Block my path and I'll make a passin' lane through your neck
I'm tired, frustration got me wired to blow
One reason I'm quick to drink or fire the dro
The harder crass pull me down then the higher I go
There ain't too many musicians who ain't dealt with liars before
So I, flow wise, stay awake like a coke high
My words my , James Bond, watch you with my Gold-Eye
Dealin' with snakes thinkin' they so sly
Most of them is pussies but have never been between a hoes thighs
You can hold my, dick, if you really want a piece of me
Biters illegally, tryin' to tap into my frequency
Hopin' they'll be seein' me, art I've created recently
And then they use all my shit in battles when they beef with me
Bitch, here's your collar and your bone
Not even gonna dog y'all
Stay in the backyard where you belong
Only worthy of being a topic in a song
Everything that ain't right, kill it, you dead wrong

Allebei, maar vooral die van Bun B.

Te weinig Mos Def hier. Verbaas me dat niemand deze noemt, die flow hier is ook meesterlijk.

Mos Def - Mathematics

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-lift the powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Working class poor better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say it backwards in your sleep, "It's dangerous to dream"
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens on prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

Flow ?

Yo, I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke ho
You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough
I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo
I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro
Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po-po
I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo
C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo
Chips from here to Acapulco
While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads
I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds
My underground niggas, y'all can shine with me
Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me
Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me
That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be

Beast 1333 - Land of the Lost

Die tweede verse (na al een sterke eerste verse).

Eerste verse is God.

Enige verse is God.

I've been traveling the land from gravel into sand.
Not knowin where I'm going never havin any plans. Anything I wanted had to grab it in advance Abracadabra there's a rabbit in my hands cause I've got the magic stick bust the baddest tricks Fished for a whale brought a ship up out of it.
Whats that I just saw? A platypus? Naw.
Maybe its a rat crawling flat on his paws  Or a baby dragon just dragon his claws It doesn't really matter  Because it's Saturday,  So look thataway 30 clock matinee,
Lets collaborate And I'll pay you back soon.
With a crazy rap tune.
But for now were just gazing at the moon.


Deze zal ook zeker in mijn top 100 komen
wat heerlijk!

Deze zit sowieso in de top 5 Nas-verses als je het mij vraagt (vind ik nu ). Jammer dat dit liedje unreleased is
Schuingedrukt staat de vetste line van de hele verse

Epische verse van Unorthadox in Manu - Vraag met niet waarom.

Ik neem het heft in handen. M’n sabel der rechtvaardigheid zal daar zijn. Blijf in het zadel. Terrein, verandert vaker dan het laat blijken. Strijd alleen met liefde, lemmeten moeten elkaar slijpen. Tijd is relatief, dus mensen, hoe kan ik te laat zijn? Vraag mij, aanstekelijke scherpte. Met de kracht van een krijger te paard rijk ik je aan m’n zwaard, de waarheid. En leg bloot, wat zich afspeelt echter dat masker waarmee je raar kijkt. Uitzichtloze, gedachtegangen waarvan je staar krijgt zijn uit den boze, dus ik hap niet te groot en maal klein. Lach maar, straks heb je alles verloren daarbij. Doxra, kaf van het koren, kappen het haarfijn. Rappen is dope maar, hooghartigheid onbelangrijk. Strakke flows,  ik zal schijnen, maar wie verlicht m’n pad. Geen zwembandjes daar in het diepe, dit is geen kikkerbad. Zeven zeeën, het leven klets plots klaps op je kop straks, dus dwaal niet af. Door trots gemarteld tot in het graf. Door golven gevold, maak me borst nat, want ik heb het gehad. Dus alles wat ik nu rap staat rotsvast in de branding. En barst los als ontbranding Unorthadox:Ik neem het heft in handen. M’n sabel der rechtvaardigheid zal daar zijn. Blijf in het zadel. Terrein, verandert vaker dan het laat blijken. Strijd alleen met liefde, lemmeten moeten elkaar slijpen. Tijd is relatief, dus mensen, hoe kan ik te laat zijn? Vraag mij, aanstekelijke scherpte. Met de kracht van een krijger te pa krachtige stof. Dat volwassen man ding en dan kind in mezelf snap ik nog.

Hoor Jakk Frost eens tekeer gaan op dit nummer . Ik denk ook dat bennerd Frost zijn raps op deze track erg goed te pruimen vindt. De productie werkt natuurlijk ook wel mee.

Verse van RZA op 4th Chamber . Die flow is echt razorsharp.

[Verse 3: Godfather Don]

Body bag 'em, I stang 'em with lyrical dimes be hangin up
Niggas that figure we're the triggers with fake triggers
Never underestimate what the best will take
Of the rest state of MC's make them bless the great
Of some more top minds, align refine
To the exaggerated potency of a Glock nine
I rock mine with tope rhymes in a lot time
To weaker brothers, and others who debate I got mine
I rock on beat off beat, toss meat
Where's that skill, punk? You lost me
Rehearse first curse cause we heard church worse
And facilitate rehabilitate the message purposes
Blood spatter, I'm mad as a mad hatter
Rappers stagger badder rappers at a distance for instance
Rappers get deals after kicking nil
I'm checking skill after that's a drill technical bill
Hearse blood on my first drug so leave nubs for hands
My Timbs land like Van Damme to Sam
Man that's packing dust, the dust with a lush to bust
Because of us you want to get back into lyrical thrust
But the mic you hold is overthrown
Or should I spit out of my lung on my tongue I brought a Trojan
Now I'm a disperse the verse and piece the purse
And keep the Earth decrease when I drop a piece