Dope Hip Hop Verse | Lauryn Hill

Song: How Many Mics

Group: The Fugees

Verse 1 by L.

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons
Season change mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange
I’m tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that
Got your whole block saying true dat

If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular
Soldier soul for some secular muzac that’s whack
Plus you use that, loop, over and over
Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile, oooh child
Your puerile, brain waves are sterile
You can’t create you just wait to take, my take
Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones

From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don’t believe me
I get inner-visions like Stevie
See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be
Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC’s make me vomit

I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal
Au contraire mon frere, don’t you even go there
Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back
Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision

My minds make incisions in your anatomy
And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus
God made this word, you can’t get with this
Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah

Dope Hip Hop Verse | Melly Mel

Song: The Message

Group: Grand Master Flash & The Furious 5

Verse 5 by Melly Mel

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin’ on you but he’s frownin’ too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
You’ll grow in the ghetto livin’ second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate

The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You’ll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin’ big cars, spendin’ twenties and tens
And you’ll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers

You say I’m cool, huh, I’m no fool
But then you wind up droppin’ outta high school
Now you’re unemployed, all non void
Walkin’ round like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you’re a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag

Bein’ used and abused to serve like hell
‘til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so…

Don’t push me ‘cuz I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head

Passion of !nk

While the ink seduces the canvas till its moist is dry between strokes -I’ll be writing rhymes to instrumentals.. I need the therapy right now
....!NK

My All Time Greats {HIP HOP}

Top 11 Rappers
Rakim, Redman, Busta, Nas, Common, Black Thought, Talib Kwali, Mos Def, Raekwon, 2 Pac, Lauryn Hill

Dope Notables
Andre 3000, Kanye, Ludacris, Eminem, Keith Murrey, Lupe, Slick Rick, Ghostface, Kane, Ice Cube


If your favorite rapper isn't up here...Deal With It cause I wasn't Impressed