your opinion, best ever rap tune?

Memory Lane by Nas

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia,
slaughter your circulatory like lukemia...

While I'm at it, the greatest verse of all time?

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...

+1 for get down. How he can tell a full story like that in rhyme is a testament to his abilities. Also Rae is another favourite for me.

**** I'm struggling to pick one and I know this goes against the thread title but anyone of these depending on the day, maybe a diff one for each day of the week....

T.R.O.Y. Pete Rock and C.L.
Can't stop the profit Jeru
Come Clean Jeru
Unbelievable Biggie
Code of the streets Gangstarr
Mass Appeal Gangstarr
C.R.E.A.M. Wu

Rounding out the top ten:

Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation,
to the female gender, ain't nothin better...

Words of a chain I don't feel but I see,
visions from me,
at twenty three making us free in my community
one day is what I live for...

18 years younger than my mama,
But I rarely got beatings cause the girl loved drama...

Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep,
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep,
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink,
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink,
Even though she served, for 50 dollars-a-pop,
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped,
That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot,
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock...

My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove,
Not gun shots, we're immune to those,
Some of my friend's first bids is two to fours,
Others are on the run with huge rewards,
Mothers watch Son's walk through the door,
For the last time 'til they go view at the morgue...

You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin...

As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast,
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass,
When b-boys danced to the latest jam,
You could say this man was the greatest fan,
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black,
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed...

Yeah, this is brand new Uptown still in the box,
This is the Yankees, 10-nothin', killin' the Sox...

Choices blocked off, childhood gone,
Just future cubicles and retirement homes,
But you can't see it happening, live savagely,
Only thing you put passion in is Zig-Zag packaging,
Swallow Oxycontins to find solace,
You need a fix so you hit some blockhead for his wallet,
But the gun jams and the cops come to take ya,
And now that bullet ain't the only thing thats caught up in a chamber...

Shad dude, when was the last time you grabbed a pen,
And worked your brains out, spat flames out,
You tame now,
Sort of got this half-way lame style,
And this is sort of an aside, but you've gained pounds,
Spending all day layed out on that same couch!,
Whatever happened to 'I want a clair huxtable',
And 'the only rap videos I make are instructional',
I think you got a little bit too comfortable,
And you still out of love, so what you gonna do...

Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders,
So when we begin to assassinate your cast members...

I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina,
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor,
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise...

Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin evils,
So study and be wise in these days of darkness...

When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts,
All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts...

One day when I’m the nigga gettin’ money, gettin’ cash, gettin’ signed
Getting the **** out the ghetto, cause I’m tired of crime.
But it’s a crime that I feel this ****ing waste of time.
But sometimes I feel like this **** here is a waste of time, yours and mine.
To these niggas out here trying to rhyme.
Your reason for a better should of been genuine.
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind.
And for the love...

I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums...

I ain't Denzel but I know Im'a star...

changes by tupac. gotta be the very best.

He had her leakin' transmission fluid, said it was an accident, he didn't mean to do it"

cause without you, there's be no me and without no unity there would never be any happiness; you could smoke a pound of cess and it still won't relieve your stress, god bless... my thought process

Battling me, that would be an embarrasing mistake, like promoters who don't get the "h" in the right place

If we wasn't hanging out in cocaine spots, we was at the candy factory, breakin the locks

deep black, sirens penetrate the silence, blinding lights shining dilate the iris, drivers shot hybrids and clock mileage, deep in the dawn, light heavy on the eyelids

most of my favs have been mentioned, heres a few more

First one that pops into my head; I feel like crying when Common finishes up :pac::



And then this:



Those 2 tracks actually are what I think of when I think of hip hop

Miss phat booty by Mos Def