Music The most legendary single verses in hip hop

Always loved Pac's second verse on Me Against The World:

With all this extra stressin'
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest through this oppression?
They punish the people that's askin' questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress, to make it stop, study your lessons
Don't settle for less, even the genius asks questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics, we address
Always do your best, don't let this pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin' of riches, in a position of makin' a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nothin' like the game
It's just me against the world
 
[Pharoahe Monch on “Stray Bullet”, Organized Konfusion]


Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic
Clip to release projectiles in single
File forcing me to ignite then travel
Through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
Niggas who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the playground
Cause for some little girl she'll never see
More than six years of life, trif-le-ing
When she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
A red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say
"Aww feck it", next target's Margaret's face
And I struck it
Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet
Dashin, buckin, greet by feckin family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin through flesh I'm wild
Crashin through the doors of projects hallways
To deflect off of the tile
I'm coming for you little girl
Once inside I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray
You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
But, whose blue skies will turn grey
From the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray bullet
 
Another round, get down for consecutive challenges
And when the doc goes off you'll be, like, strugglin' to handle this
I speak of your defeat at the hands of the rapturous
With a shout out to Smashed 'cause you're a lyrical pacifist
See your style comes across like it's totally fraudulent
I see you trippin' over nouns, verbs, vowels and consonants
With precious little regard felt for rhyming with consequence
Dude, your flow squirts out like the foulest incontinence

On my screen all I've seen is a verbal dichotomy
About as much rhyme sense as your chance at the lottery
See all these cats rap lines like they've had a lobotomy
While Dr. Dwayne's in this game slangin' lyrical sodomy
So good, so tight in some states it's a crime
To be this dope on the keyboard, effervescent I shine
Yeah I keep my mind sharp so I stay in my prime
Plus I pack a four-five no you ain't gettin' mine

When I strike it's lightning, you can feel the thunder
I'm filling minds all the time with a new sense of wonder
You'd better listen to your physician, that's the Dr. of Rhymes
Dropping bombs with precision, the distinctly sublime
I've always got the right prescription see my skills are refined
All the syllables accounted for, opponents maligned
Though by now you know I'm quite like no other kind
It's Dr. Dwayne in your brain and I'm blowing your mind.

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Not a verse but a single line that I enjoy.

Your like a bitch with no ass, you ain’t got shit.

Lil Wayne​