Perfect verse?

Nas on “Verbal Intercourse”

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 niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker’s Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife
It’s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some’ll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual

As far as Puba goes, the second verse to “Step To The Rear”. In general, if I had to narrow it down to one, Nas’ second verse to “Memory Lane”. That flow was insane.

yo, nice drop, but i am wondering what type of perfect verse. for example, the puba verse and that nas verse ^^ are undeniably dope, but while puba’s is almost purely braggadocio, nas’ verse actually is a contemplation upon his own mortality. my point is that different verses are perfect for different reasons.

perfect verse by phonte from “breakin my heart”, an observation of love and relationships:

We was high school sweethearts, talkin since we was teens
Every mornin, and every ev-ening
Ten years later, she eatin that Lean Cuisine
I’m on the field, straight brawn off that Creatine
in the NFL - which mean Not For Long
City to city, all the groupies they hop along
Word get back, the wifey she like, “Stop the song”
“I’m takin the kids to my momma’s, I’m out, I’m gone!” - whoa!
Momma was like, “Baby now, I hate to see your tears
But I been with your daddy for bout 35 yearsAnd in my day, I had to turn a blind eye to cheatin
but I ain’t never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin right, by you and the kids
How you gon expect that man not to be who he is?
I ain’t sayin that it’s right, but we often pay the price
cause a woman’s life is love, a man’s love is life
and he gon live it to the fullest,
and I ain’t tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that ALL niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich Pit than a broke German Shepard, uh!”

-yup!

Grand Puba was THE ONLY rapper with style or swag in his era.
The early 90’s had rappers who didn’t really care how they looked.
Grand Puba took the long held crown from Slick Rick as flyest in the game.
To this day his style is a staple of how hiphop fans dress (except for the tight jeans)

AZ’s verse on “Life’s A Bitch” maybe the perfect verse

She said, “69,” I said, “68, and I owe you one -grand puba

One my faves (no T mobile)

So, I typed a text to a girl that I used to see
sayin that I chose this with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets u down
Then I cc’d every girl that I see see round town and
I hate to see ya’ll frown but I’d rather see her smilin
Wetness all around me, true but I’m no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know crazy
give up all this pussy cat that’s in my lap no lookin back
Spaceshipts don’t come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can the atmosphere is now ripped and I’m so like a pip
and I’m glad is night (Gladys Knight)
so the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high jump the broom
like premie out the womb
my partner yellin “Too soon! don’t do it! reconsider!
read some litera- ture on the subject you sure?
Fuck it you know we got ya back like chiroprac tic
if that bitch do you dirty we’ll wipe out as in detergent
now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain’t a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya keep ya heart 3 stacks, keep ya heart aye keep ya heart 3 stacks, keep ya heart man these girls is smart, these girls is smart play your part

I never liked Grand Puba’s voice. Luke Guru says: “A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills, but if your voice ain’t dope then you need to chill…”

There are many perfect verses, but another post mentioned Nas so this is how I’m a freak it (off the top–no help)

“A drug dealers dream:
Stash cream kis on the triple beam.
500 SL green. 95 nickle gleam.
Condiminium. 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 what’s up to all my niggaz 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 going like an hourglass.
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams.
I got hoes that could have milked you.
Niggaz who could’ve killed you
is down with my ill crew of psychoes.
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production, pumping corruption, in the 3rd World we just bustin…”

–OG Matt Herbz–

I’m not gonna type it out but:

“Triumph”-Inspectah Deck’s verse

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Jay’s verse from “Bring it On” from reasonable doubt is braggadocia at it’s finest

The ‘Verbal Intercourse’ mention was dope, but a verse which just gets me every time is Jeru the Damaja’s from ‘Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers’.

Listen to the song whilst you read because Jeru’s flow is what really elevates this:

Listen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition
We keeps it 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 happend 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
leaves most niggaz 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 larsony
melt MC’s with mental telepathy
With precision, we’re slicin and dicin
Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

ok, look i,
look high,
and i dont mean my appearance, but my two eyes,
not red, but raise my head like erections and look high,
into the blue sky,
and note that the limit is not apparent to my vision, so i knew i,
could only be my, self so i do i,
you guys can either be true guys
or actors, and play sumbody else role, while your life, is jus disguised,
i stay me, but da way yall actin, i bet you guys,
could set the emmy rate(emirate) like film crews in dubai
huh?
dat line went over your cerebral capacity
my lyrics is actually,
drugs, fake like u not a fan of me,
yall jus gassin me,
hatin lips breakin wind kinda like dirty asses be,
das till u understandin me,
im the screen door to ya wind, yea u can blow me off, but not before u start bangin me,
and my lyics is the mansion thats backin me,
just open the door, and take a few steps like a ladder thief,
even ask the spot from where my bladder pee,
my career is in boxers, cuz dat aint brief,
im the neck, yall like broke chains, u really caint hang with me
ive handled this solo, so you really got to give a hand to me(as in applause)