verse of the month

[q]every word I say should be a hip hop quotable
―posdnuos[\q]

now accepting nominations for January

the moon & stars remix got a vid last month so i go with
killa kyleon - "moon & stars remix"

plainly back on that butterscotch
got my paint lookin peppermint
pull up pacin on pocus puffin that purple that's evident
smell the sin i can see the moon and the stars through my evidence
louie v. don't see haters no focus coz they ain't relevant
comin through like the president wavin boppers and droppers
i let my trunk do the jump and they flag us down and they stop us
flock us like waka like tv shows they watch as you see these hos
mesmerized like khalifa pulled up in slab do you see these fo's?
this ain't the time for this purple drink do you see me po'?
and my cook got them double stacks like that x do you see me roll?
paint wet like it's aroused so high I can kiss the clouds
i roll up in sour flowers and smoke til I'm lookin yow
i'm stuck on this country shit i'm southern just like the college
(?) bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli
crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down
jackers keep me in magneto mode i keep that metal around

can this be old rap. hahaha.

heh no, but it's an old school concept if that helps!

that kyleon verse is dope

gucci mane - "birds of a feather"

it's two times gucci, and i don't give excuses
i used to drive a hoopdie, but now my life a movie
a genius like confucius, but please do not confuse me
don't think cuz i do music, i won't pull up w/ uzis
they want me just like tookie, but gucci mane survived
don't ask me nothing stupid, they'll bury me alive
right now i'm on that new shit, my struggle i embrace it
forever live in diamonds, like ancient kings in asia
big ballin is my major, i still got my lil traphouse
lil condo in south florida, i'm ballin on you, stackhouse
i'm in and out the traphouse, ain't this ain't what you wanted?
cool, i'll put my shooters on ya, you'll think your house was haunted
pounds in the bathtub, keys on the dresser
my money in a great place that i could never tell ya
a cinderella story, call me cinderfella
i make it rain so much the strippers gotta bring umbrellas
i double spike the punch, skip breakfast and lunch
i sell a bang and whip a plane and eat some cap'n crunch
i smoke a blunt and go to brunch, and bey i don't do dutch
i let her order what she want, order what you must

raekwon "mollases"

word to the gold panameras
and to the woodgrain in my labo
i go the extra mile my flow scalpels
crew cuts to older niggas
the game room is just the same goons where niggas catch visions for killin cabos
palestinian armour golden rocket launcher my aunt she copped it for me bought it in rwanda
see demons schemin
niggas get live in the beacon
im sure to shank shit up like morgan freeman
pussy gettin rapper
rich nigga 101 rinse niggas the incidence my fingerprints been tore up
we sell love slingin like seamens the snortable beamers they love callin niggas names out--you screamin
feds try to trap us or bus tap us niggas'll grab bust
throw you in the [???] for your clap ups
catch me in the stephen king mansion
with four of my branson niggas with me, me & britney, a glancer
know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you wig
i'm like the blair witch nigga in the [???]
curtains in the 5-7 chunky & short
bag of dope up in the back seat your package is warped
holdin my girl wedding ring, she let it ring
name is lorretta king livin our forever & she never leave me

flow freely this is all graffiti
the cloth i'm cut from, is straight from a rich nigga genie

scarface gangsas criminal niggas upin the trenches
army coats on up playin the benches
gettin paper slide thats the motto
intelligent goons inside a 100 000$ whip follow

i support this nomination

i'm nominating bohagon's verse from 'bout gone'

taxi down the runway
we have just been cleared for take off
shots of patron and the purple zone
i'm so high i just can't shake it off
i kinda feel like i'ma pass out
i ain't even flickin my ash out
lil chick ridin w/ me, talk too much
i kinda wanna put her ass out
but i kinda wanna beat that bad guy
i'ma chill, i ain't really gonna act out
if she don't shut the fuck up, i'm send her in the store
and dip before the bitch comes back out
but the bitch went half on the O.Z.
and the bitch big brother is a O.G.
i'ma play how it goes, y'all niggas ain't slow
y'all motherfuckers out there know me
but i'm so high off the irene
i damn near can't see my screen, i just lean
while these motherfuckers just keep flashing their high beams
oh shit that's me with the high beams
i'm trippin, i know i heard a sireen
maybe i didn't, maybe i did
maybe i'm a fiend
i'm so high i can't feel my face, maybe it's a dream
maybe it's the xany bars, maybe it's the lean
maybe it's the grey goose, shawty
maybe it's the bean
i know for sho, they hit with that dro
that fruity, oooowee

<3 catch me in the stephen king mansion with four of my branson niggas

good nom j0rdan