Generic Rap Thread: Favorite Verse of the Last Year or So

Man, I don't know, the only one I don't have to sit and try and remember is Timbaland's eight bars in I'll Be Around. :>

Dizzee's internet freestyle off one of the slimzee sets, or maybe the Eminem dis track that Royce does on Build And Destroy -- Malcom X.

1) trick daddy stealing round here
2) young buck on my city
3) baby on got everything
4) juvenile on enemy turf
5) ice shuler's closing addicted to beef freestyle
6) az on i knew (and that amazing intro)
7) chamillionaire's yeah freestyle
8) scarface on z-ro's these niggas
9) twista on art and life
10) bg on let it go down

Apathy's "You need a cavalry squad to battle these gods..." verses off "The Demigodz" from Yoda and Greenpeace's "Unthugged" album.

Ain't nothing changed, me and only me got my back
With no gang, I maintain with a baby Mac
This game got these niggas thinking they're hard when they ain't
Like they're God and won't catch ache in broad day. These niggas soft
You know they've got sugar in their tank, man, get lost
Before you catch it right across your face
You got "thug" pumping through your hearts and veins
Till my slugs come busting through your window panes
Then they flip, you know they turn and they snitch
Nobody in the hood seemed to heard of them since
Listen, dun, you don't want it, you don't want to feel the Tec
I'm coming squeezing, leave you bleeding
Y'all niggas know the rest

press it up, ship it out, call the pony, rent it out
everything I am today is really what I been about
athens, georgia resident, native of lagrange though
I don't love the peach state, buddy, say it ain't so
naw sir, in fact, it's quite the opposite
I'm lovin' y'all from brunswick up to the metropolis
can't forget about my betty betty and dalonica
they put the triple X's at the end of andy's moniker
how could I run from everything that made me
know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly
now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable
bubba's international but still he kept it regional
tryin' to make my mama proud
ricky laugh and timmy smile
gotta make sure loaded gun(?), this next CD is in your file
and that everyone of my
talented associates
gets what they deserve, nothin' short of that's appropriate

The two Source-dissing Eminem "freestyles" are some of the most mind-blowingly vicious raps I've ever heard. Here's the one from the first Green Lantern mixtape:

I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get your wish
cuz you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over

And the second:

I got a riddle,
What’s little and talks big,
With midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle,
That’ll do anything to throw dirt on my name,
If it means walking the whole Mediterranean,
Isn't it Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian,
No, it’s Dave Raymond and oh,
Oh sorry, yo, so sorry, whoa
But that was a long time ago,
When I was just Joe Schmo,
Rapping in Joe Blow’s basement,
I apologized for it before so,
Either accept it or you don’t,
And let’s move on,
If I ain’t shown that I’ve grown you can get the bone,
Keep lickin these nuts you industry mutts,
Keep walking around sniffing each other’s butts,
Or should I say asses,
What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses,
The question I ask is how can I explain this,
How can I swing this in English language,
If I switched to slang and turned man to mane,
Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain,
Am I being real or am I being fake,
Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine,
Or am I caught up in this hot water,
Word on my daughter,
I told you That I love this culture,
Don't let 'em insult ya,
I'ma tell you once more again
This is the environment I was brought up in,
But every now and then,
I use my pen to get rid of some frustration,
Or should I say “shun”,
Is it just another one of my subliminal ways erases em’,
Your face is numb, you’re stunned,
You look is cold like that of a man that’s 70 something years old,
And it only gets colder,
Which is why I understand,
You can’t be mad at a 44 year old fan with a chip on his shoulder,
Who only owns a half of a magazine,
And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again,
Only thing that makes them grin is to see me frown,
Papa can’t stand me,
Papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down,
In his new chair that goes round and round,
That he bought from the money in his bank account,
That I get him every issue when the thing comes out,
Sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out,
And let his black side arm wrestle his white side,
Yellow par tied odd enough that he might slide,
He might find someone dumb enough that they might ride,
But ain’t nobody over buying two white guys,
Disguised as pro-black,
There is no slack for a Hartford college grat in a fitted hat,
And a hunchback standin by the clearance coat rack,
In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks,
Shady in the place to bc,
And it takes what I got to rock the mike,
Still not gonna cater these punks,
Fuckin cock-suckin, pussy-lipped, hated, mixed, cunts.