Top 5 Nas Verse....

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From "Live N Rap"

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++%@++ thinkin %*+@ sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this !!%#% deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates 
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, !%+#*$ mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, +%*$ my %*+@ on some Mobb %*+@
We mobbin, puttin !%+#*$ in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
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[font=Verdana, Arial]P.S It Was Written is underrated.[/font]
 
dope track, mobb deep's verses were
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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style *#%*!* roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they *@+%* with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, *#%*!* come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same %!#% again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verbal intercourse

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A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my n_ swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got !@++ that used to milk you
N_ who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

Eye For An Eye


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My favs

Verbal Intercourse

Triple Beam Dreams

Live at the BBQ

bookmarked dude might be the GOAT ...
 
impossible for me to pick one but this is my favorite line


“I broke into Shakespeare’s tomb and stole his remains, grinded the bones, smoked it, then got in the game.â€
 
Originally Posted by solarius49

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style *#%*!* roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they *@+%* with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, *#%*!* come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same %!#% again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verbal intercourse

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right here, yo
 
Originally Posted by solarius49

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style *#%*!* roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they *@+%* with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, *#%*!* come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same %!#% again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verbal intercourse

/thread
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Drunk By Myself

"2 revolvers I could let 12 spin, hop in my Benz"

Ghetto Prisoners

As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings
Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings
with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
from Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S.
About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move
A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised?
The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah
I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds
My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
but hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's
with blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
Each channelin, from past to present times, heaven shines
light on those, innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers, and some girls become !++%
And you accounted for, everything that you heard
Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words
My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
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East Coast/West Coast Killas

Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples strap arms
All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone
Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm
Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on
Focus on your rap holsters, notice
I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts
Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin *!#% up, my flow's up
When the ##%#*+ world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
to make a meal, but when plan fold, %+*%% you squeal
like Heavy Heel, but what's the ##%#*+ deal?
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