May 9, 2016

Off the top of my head, this is another top verse from him while in Clipse.

Yuugh
Another soul lost
Had to make his shirt match my ox-blood-colored Porsche
Yuugh, the rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
Glistening, wrist on chilla
Gun in the same palm: a gorgeous killa
I put this on my Lord: my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I passed the chauffeur that s--- that made fiends rise from the dead like "Thriller"
Gangster...hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up
Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon
So quit your yappin' before I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and matchin' fella

 

May 9, 2016

He has too many great verses, here's one of my favorites.




I believe there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," f--- everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
They love a n-----'s spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the yay as a wholesaler
I think it’s good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think ’99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him, yuugh!
Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us
But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more
Well if you goin' coupe, I’m goin' four door

 

May 9, 2016