>That the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
>Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
>The thought of no success got a nigga chasing death
>Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next, Triple X

>I fuck this model
>And she just bleached her asshole
>And I get bleach on my T-shirt
>Imma feel like an asshole

I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets, they jewels, and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and
Got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance
Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds
I switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage

Ghostface and RZA on 4th chamber

Life no longer infinity this was the final calling
No birds chirping or flying, no dogs barking
We all nervous and crying, moving in caution
In disbeliefs our belief's the reason for all this
The tallest building plummet, cracking and crumbling
ground shaking, swallowing young woman
With a baby, daisies, and other flowers burning in destruction
The smell is disgusting, the heat is unbearable
Preachers touching on boys run for cover, the paranoid
Rapists and murderers hurdle alleys
Valleys and high places turn into dust
Famous screaming in agony
Atheists for suicide, planes falling out the sky
Trains jumping off the track, mothers yelling "he's alive"
Backpedaling Christians settling for forgiveness
Evidence all around us the town is covered in fishes
Ocean water dried out, fire burning more tires out
Tabernacle, city capital turned inside out
Public bathroom, college classroom's been deserted
Another trumpet has sounded off and everyone heard it
no more running from world wars
no more discriminating the poor
no more bad bitches and real niggas wishing for green and gold the last taste of allure
I swore I seen it vividly
A moniker of war from heaven that play the symphony
Thunder like number four, then I heard
"What have you did for me"
I fell to my knees, pulled out my resume
That dated back to June 17th, 1987
My paperwork was like a receipt
I was valedictorian I was fearful of judgment
But confident I had glory in all my past endeavors
Close my eyes, pray to God that I live forever
Dark skies, fire and brimstone, some of us sent home
Some of us never did wrong but still went to hell
Geez Louise, I thought you said that I excel
I made To Pimp a Butterfly for you
Told me to use my vocals to save mankind for you
Say I didn't try for you, say I didn't ride for you
I tithed for you, I pushed the club to the side for you
Who love you like I love you?

I bomb atomically
Socrate's philosophies
And hypothesis can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery
Possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun
Explosion when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future, see millenium
Killa bees sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, queen bees ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas lace the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die-hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceed to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi

First off, the verse is just awe-inspiring to hear. The lines flow better than any other rap verse I've ever heard, and the imagery is just palpable.
Not only that, it's the verse that first gave me an appreciation for rap music and the desire to learn more about it [spoiler] and I'm white. [/spoiler]

Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echo
Say you got to hang up but the man won't let go
Oh, my nigga say it ain't so
Now we speaking on some niggas that he say he ain't know
We used to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindrops
So close niggas thought we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same blocks
But things changed and we ain't end up in the same box
Hearing whispers, "it ain't adding up"
Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad enough
I never thought I'd be the last man standing up
I never thought I'd had have to question "Were you man enough?"
Long letters how the streets got the best of you
Telling all your cellies how come I ain't sitting next to you
Yeah, see I can read between the lines
So it's awkward when you call and I gotta press 5

Listen 'cause for your mind I got the right nutrition
We keeps shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken
Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain
Trife type chicks, Top Billin's the anthem
Rastas smoke marijuana
Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner
Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip
So bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips
Clips whatever happened to 38 special
Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue
Probably the same one that killed Noriega
Chips that powered nuclear bombs power my Sega
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
Leave most niggas dead or in prison
In Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand
To spite the hand, jealous of the next man
So violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot
Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot
Make money money, get money, take money
I can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me
Fire burns the unjust like arson larceny
Melt MC's with mental telepathy
With precision, we're slicing and dicing
Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

>>63384719
This is terrible. Desperate histrionic emotionality.

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squable no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfuckin B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me

THE END OF THE REAGAN ERA, I'M LIKE 11, 12 OR OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND THAT SHIT HAD CHANGED FOREVER. THEY DECLARED THE WAR ON DRUGS LIKE A WAR ON TERROR. BUT WHAT IT REALLY DID WAS LET THE POLICE TERRORIZE WHOEVER. BUT MOSTLY BLACK BOYS. BUT THEY WILL CALL US NIGGER. AND LAY US ON OUR BELLY WHILE THEIR FINGERS ON THEIR TRIGGERS. THEY BOOTS WAS ON OUR HEADS AND THEY DOGS WAS ON OUR CROTCHES. AND THEY WILL BEAT US UP IF WE HAD DIAMONDS ON OUR WATCHES. AND THEY WOULD TAKE OUR DRUGS AND MONEY AS THEY PICKED OUR POCKETS. I GUESS THAT'S THE PRIVILEGE OF POLICE FOR SOME PROFITS. BUT THANKS TO REAGANOMICS, PRISON TURNED THE PROFITS CAUSE FREE LABOR IS THE CORNERSTONE OF U.S. ECONOMICS. CAUSE SLAVERY WAS ABOLISHED UNLESS YOU ARE IN PRISON. YOU THINK I AM BULLSHITTING THEN READ THE 13TH AMENDMENT. INVOLUNTARY SERVITUDE AND SLAVERY IT PROHIBITS. THAT'S WHY THEY GIVING DRUG OFFENDERS TIME IN THE DOUBLE DIGITS. RONALD REAGAN WAS AN ACTOR NOT AT ALL A FACTOR. JUST AN EMPLOYEE OF THE COUNTRY'S REAL MASTERS. JUST LIKE THE BUSHES, CLINTON AND OBAMA. JUST ANOTHER TALKING HEAD TELLING LIES ON A TELEPROMPTERS. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE THE THEORY THEN ARGUE WITH THIS LOGIC, WHY DID REAGAN AND OBAMA BOTH GO AFTER GADDAFI? WE INVADED SOVEREIGN SOIL GOING AFTER OIL. TAKING COUNTRIES IS A HOBBY PAID FOR BY THE OIL LOBBY. SAME AS IN IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN. AND AHMADINEJAD SAY THEY COMING FOR IRAN. THEY ONLY LOVE THE RICH AND HOW THEY LOATHE THE PO'. IF I SAY ANYMO' THEY MIGHT BE AT MY DO'. SHHH. WHO THE FUCK IS THAT STARIN' IN MY WINDOW? DOING THAT SURVEILLANCE ON MR. MICHAEL RENDER. I'M DROPPING OFF THE GRID BEFORE THEY PUMP THE LEAD. I'LL LEAVE YOU WITH FOUR WORDS: I'M GLAD REAGAN DEAD

>>63384539
this gets me every time. Pure, raw emotion.

This verse is just peak Kanye. I wish he would spit like this all the time. This verse just reminds me of good times idk man


I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime
Light like when I was on the grind
In the 1-9-9-9
Before model chicks was bending over
Or dealerships asked me "Benz or Rover?"
Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role
My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'
How we out in Europe, spending Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything including the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorties at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"

I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocaine"
I turn over 'caine over and over again
Hell, so much clientele, I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in 3 gestures: down up and aim
I can define death better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and off to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T (Push-a-Ton)
Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run [Sniffle]
Yes I'm holding, whether it's heat or coke in
In the door panel of my 4-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
Mine's mental, others is made up stencil
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
I'm livid -- they act as if I don't live it
Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it
Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda
You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa

Ayo street mergers I legislated
The nerve I never hated
On murders pre-meditated
Absurd! I hesitated
Observe: cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking sake on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the jooks you woulda thought I was from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner
Car game bananas
My man Santana
Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Well, I shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in the flesh
Take my pitchfork out the fire, soak it in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
Cause that bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friend
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately into photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

>>63386754
>Drinking sake on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
>Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Alliteration! Assfuck!

Complain about the gloom, but when'd you pick a broom up?
Just listening to Pac ain't gon' make it stop
A rebel in your thoughts, ain't gon' make it halt
If you don't become an actor, you'll never be a factor

Pills with million side effects, take 'em when the pain's felt
Wash them down with diet soda, killin' off your brain cells
Crooked banks around the world would gladly give a loan today
So if you ever miss payment they can take your home away

It's so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said
As I drown in my regrets
I can't take back the words I never said, never said
I can't take back the words I never said

I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion, that's why I despise it
We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I'm scared of even telling you

LOOKIN AT MY BITCH I BET SHE GIVE YO ASS A BONE
(and so on)