Favorite verses

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>Paul Wall tippin' hit it then all walls flippin'
>Better than all ya'll trippin' bitch what's up?
>Dead boy walkin' see me now everybody watchin'
>Did it now everybody talkin' just like us
>Cashed, I'm a motherfucking mess
>Atleast I say a slurred up speech then I rest in peace
>They want my all but they'll never get the best of me
>I keep the rest locked up then I ditch the key
>See I could go a little harder bring the lava make it hotter
>Gottem' ringing out their shirts like "fuck"
>Carhartt patch 48 up in the back
>Jump straight up out the cage in the trunk
>I don't know the city boy I came up from the gritty
>Tell his parents that we left his body somewhere where it's chilly
>I don't hail from a place where you grow up to be great
>I'm the creep from the motherfucking first ave lake

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Maybe not of all time but it's sick
>No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
>The subject seems upset by that to which he is subjected
>But convinced he brought it on himself
>That's why he roll with a bible on the console
>Inconsolable, no consolation, no cancellation
>Not turning all keys, he puts the ship through paces
>And paces the halls, pacing is madness
>Patience is virtuous, patient of these observations
>It was all a dream, he poses by the lift outside the mezzanine
>Like a photo in a magazine
>And always keeps the weapons' magazines clean
>Paranoia prone, he babbles beautifully
>Of Babylon and enemies and foes
>And forgoing food sustains himself on anger
>A danger to himself and others but there are no others
>So the danger clear and present is presented as
>The gift of freedom wrapped in days of rapping to himself
>Until his vocal cords collapse, he's in the galley screaming

AZ on Life's A Bitch

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>sick sick dreams of picknick scenes
>two kids 16 with M16's and ten clips each
>and them shit's reach through six kids each
>and slim gets blamed in bill clint's speech to fix these streets

MFW

Who the duck cares about good verses or rhymes/raps, it's not any different than like dadrockers talking about favorite guitar solos or something. The actual music itself tied with the delivery of the vocals is the only thing that actually matters

>>70153598
His entire career was trying to live up to that verse

The entirety of Pauls Boutique

>>70153637
Because fuck music discussion right. What's wrong with this? It's like talking about favorite album covers or favorite beats, which is perfectly fine

>NOW IF I FUCK THIS MODEL

>I'd do anything for a blonde dyke

ON GP 2nd Verse hits the feels every time.

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Welcome to the terror dome; the upper echelon
Investing on these large balls
I got these pussy bitches wailing like the Japanese
Killer whales, humpbacks, and these narwhals;
I'm just trying to strangle these fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these
This the beep blop, you make the beat flop
Breathing more cushion than the seat got, so we got
The beat dropping harder than your son's balls at twelve, not
To mention that we harder than Viagra with a big cock
I'll fuck you in the mouth again
I'll let you know that I'm a schizo; I be hearing shit
So don't be fucking me, cause bet your ass I'm hearing it
When I get done with you I make sure that you're celibate
(Ewwwwwwwww)
Fuck your dog, I can smack E.T
And I'll fuck you with a radiator pipe
(What, is that too rude?)

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