Top 5 Nas Verse....

[cisco92]

Originally Posted by GotHolesInMySocks

Originally Posted by cisco92

Originally Posted by GotHolesInMySocks

illmatic is his best work and its overrated
%*!! puts me to sleep everytime

sure pal

yet lil troy has a classic

FlashyLife. STYLE.YMCMB

 

[send one]

Originally Posted by Born illa

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By who?

 

[solarius49]

Originally Posted by cisco92

Originally Posted by GotHolesInMySocks

Originally Posted by cisco92

illmatic is his best work and its overrated
%*!! puts me to sleep everytime

sure pal

yet lil troy has a classic

FlashyLife. STYLE.YMCMB

ummmm what?

 

[snowboardingpanda]

Originally Posted by Shorty Doo Wop

Impossible to pick but One Love last verse gotta be up there

 

[th0mas cr0wn]

Originally Posted by FlacoBey

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

Came here to mention Eye for an Eye, if it wasn't mentioned yet.

 

[gmills23]

Originally Posted by TH0MAS CR0WN

Originally Posted by FlacoBey

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

Came here to mention Eye for an Eye, if it wasn't mentioned yet.

Rae shouldn't even have stepped int he booth after. 

 

  

 

[scott frost]

Copied from a website so accruacy may be somewhat off, nevertheless, my favorite Nas verse:

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
%##@ a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the weekend
Hitting L's while I'm sleeping
A two day stay, you may say I needed time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
!++$*$$ with the corners have a %*!@! up in Belleville
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping shorty doo-wop
Rollin two Phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
He said, "Nas, +$$##% could be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad +$@%
I had to school him, told him don't let +$$##% fool him
'cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered will be the cool one
Tough luck when +$$##% are struck, families $+%*%% up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose
Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for Jake shorty wop
One love

 

[seymore cake]

One for the money
Two for $!#+# and foreign cars
Three for Alize _s deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some are prosperous, plus some fail
Judges hanging _s, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that _'s name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
%*%$ "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still
Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Definitely up there for me.

 

[diceloveme]

Pretty hard to choose just one.

 

[just nikes]

3rd verse of One Love like someone previously mentioned..

 

[ThaxbyChamblis]

Too many to list.

 

[nicelikechrist]

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

Thread would have been a fail if this wasnt mentioned within 5 posts.

 

[fly23s]

crazy how there is more than 5+ nas threads in music now

 

[kaycurrency]

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
#!@*@+ gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, $!+* is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six #!@*@+, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five #!@*@+, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four #!@*@+ still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth +#$@% ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake $!+*
Fake $!+* -- beat his $%* down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a $@!*@# clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim)
New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim)
*repeat while Nas is talking*

You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean?
New York state of mind baby, check it out

[Nas]
I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a +#$@% dough, send him home, to a shoebox
You lost that +#$@% I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these #!@*@+ sing along
All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
#%$@%@! and #!@*@+ both on parole or probation
$!+* is sick, #!@*@+ got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin, #!@*@+'ll run up in here and shoot up this $!+*
Stick yo' $%* up, #!@*@+'ll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross #!@*@+, just New York #!@*@+
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, #!@*@+ is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
!%$$*+-$%* #!@*@+ that be scared to do they bids
**@+ you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet #!@*@+, that relocated down South
comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
but it's hard to get the $!+* off
#!@*@+ fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
#!@*@+, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of #!@*@+ scheamin, some real, some #!@*@+ frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin