You on your fifteenth minute of fame and on the sixteenth
Beginith the lame, and on seventeen, you lose everythang
The twenty-first is the worse, wishin’ you was eleven
Poppin’ like you was seven with the feelin’ when you was seconds
Reminiscin’ when you was just in
Now you just him, no longer the trend they dressin’
Now you wonderin’ where all the press went
You no longer impress them
Get arrested, paparazzi will press then {*camera flash*}
I fell on purpose to stay a freshmen
I lose
But Lu attend the school for X-Men
So when I get my cap and gown and put the rappin’ down
I’ll only know half my powers, but I spend half an hour
Like a senior citizen, havin’ a baby shower
Haters wanna budget, but my fans still love it
So you can ask them exactly who I are
Nine weeks in number one, I’m a superstar

wheres nas’s intro from his new album
or ill bill’s societys brainwhwashed

actually you could have just dropped every verse off of his new album into this list

come on now a milli wake the fuck up

let’s hope in ‘09 lyrics > swag

CROOKED I is a BEAST !!!!

you can check out his shit right here homie

http://www.imeem.com/hiphopweekly

http://www.imeem.com/westcoastdynasty

To me, THAT WAS THE NUMBER ONE VERSE OF 2008 BY FAR!!!

As for what #59 posted, DANG!!! I aint know Crooked I was a lyrical MENACE like THAT!!! imma finna download HIS SHIT THIS weekend!!!

And #60, I havent listened to Ortiz’ “letter to obama” but off them first lines, IM ALREADY HOOKED.

Another verse THAT I TRULY BELIEVE must make the list is Nas’ verse off PROJECT ROACH. EPIC CLEVERNESS

Uh, yeah..
Yo, I’m creepy and crawlin,
in your sink and your toilet
I be drinkin from your spit,
anything ’cause I’m all less
An insect with four legs;
people come in, I fake dead
Correction: I got eight legs,
climbin on top yo’ plate, bed
Wherever I smell food,
it could be even jail food
Stale food that’s molded,
a roach is what I am, fool
The ghetto is my land, fool,
I’ma never be able to
fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be
underneath your sneaker, pitiful creature,
I’m not afraid of
your pesticide or RAID ’cause,
in heaven’s my Creator
I love it when the light’s off,
eatin from same knives, forks
from, ANY man’s dinner, see my antennas
You can’t win, you can’t stand the crunchy sound I make
if you squash me, learn to live with me
How much your Ross Motel costin?
Yo, we in the city
But yo, we everywhere!
Check your house good, I bet we there!
LOOK THERE!

And Weezy’s verse NEEDS TO BE REMOVED ASAP from this list
*TEMPER*

And Nas’ “BLACK PRESIDENT” song, ALL VERSES need HONOROBALE MENTION, not just the one that’s posted here

Dear mr president i grew up with no brothers and sisters,
and my mom was on public assistance,
and her husband was missing,
she diveloped this disgusting addiction
that had her on some of the ugliest missions…

thats all i will leave it at that

Intro:

Yeah, yeah
Veterans Day just passed, shouts out to all the Veterans
Did you know that, one out of every four Veterans is homeless in America
It’s way bigger issues for this country to attack than me using the N-word
Sup my niggas? Hip Hop Weekly
Yeah, 33 hahaha
Fresh out of the Hip Hop Awards (yall missed it)
First one on the Westcoast (you missed it, haha)
I walked away with the “Westcoast Best Lyrical Assassin” Award
Yeah, here’s why, haha

Verse 1:

Yo, you fuckin with a blade runner
Crooked’s a straight gunner
I can freestyle for 8 summers, I’m the 8th wonder
White tee’s, 38’s under
My bad weather pistol strike like lightning and make thunder
When I wet ya, I betcha get a stretcher when I catch ya
Digest the bullet, my pleasure, high measures
Shots diggin in ya chest, tryin to find treasure
Find me in the city spelled with 9 combined letters
L.O.N.G.B.E.A.C.H.
We ain’t jokin’ nigga, we squeezin’ them 3-8’s (Long Beach)
Each day that passes I’m breathenin’ poisonous gases
Spittin straight acid, infectin’ the greater masses
Takin’ names after kickin’ asses, I trashes
Brass knuckles to your stunna glasses like Cassius
King of the cheddar talk, sever whoever with the Desert Hawk
Leave predators dead, I’m forever Boss
When I set it off, You lesbian thespian best be pedestrians
That means you pussy actors better walk
Funeral service, time to buy some flowers
I know you wish you could rewind time some hours
Change your mind and cower
Instead of gettin’ sniped by the rifle tower
Right, you rivals get your life devoured
When I ignite the Howard, Sir, Yes Sir
On my Rise to power, campaigning like Eisenhower
Coming off like a young Darryl McDaniels
Coming off five times a day like arabic sandals
Rich Ghetto American vandals
My necklace on fire
And it light up the room (like) I’m wearin some candles
Whoever’s hot I’m gonna scorch ya
You boys are out of order but can not afford waterboard an’ torture
Of course I’m a carnivore, I’m the Art of War enforcer
You Brontosaurus slow, to catch me you gotta floor a Porsche
I’m light years from fishing for ideas
I’m itchin’ to find peers
I’m switching my minds gears
Dimensions of my fears
All involved fear of what I do to you niggas
Ya Henchman is right here
I got the future visions
I ain’t usin’ you for missals
I give em the truth and then the youth to listen
We can make money in our sleep
Like kids when they tooths is missin’
All you do is join the new comission
No Paul Castellano, No Sammy Gravano just friends of C.O.B.
The only family that I know
Give us money and power
Give the Grammy’s to Bono
Give us love and respect, address me as Intriago
The one who treats the booth like a Synagogue
A Demagog, while y’all get ya Babel on, like my nigga Nimrod
I get my Grand Hustle on, like I’m in the Pimp Squad
And I keep it West, like the leader of the Lench Mob
Lyrical Assassin, the best in the West
Sleep on that and get your eye lids stretched to your chest
B.O. S nigga S,
Burnin’ down the compound like I’m Koresh’in (David Koresh) the flesh
Hahaha, Yes!

Outro:

Gone start hittin’ you whack ass rappers with dumpers
Put you underground like a bunker nigga, haha
Yeah, Get Away
This’ for my niggas in Philly, for my niggas in New York, New Jersey
My niggas out there in the mothafuckin’ Texas, mothafuckin’ Atlanta
Florida, for my niggas all around the world
My London niggas hit me up
My mothafuckin’ niggas way over in Italy, rockin that C.O.B. shit
Yaknow I’m talkin bout? We got spit over here homeboy
And I’m the King of the spitters nigga
Eastside Long Beach, C.O.B., Circle of Bosses
Comission of Businessmen

- CROOKED I

“You suckas want ruckus then you busters can come and get me
I sex your mama, it’s the mothafucka in me
Hit it doggystyle wearin’ nothin but a semi
Give me a reason to squeeze I’m reachin’ with ease
Knock you from your feet to your knees
Make it easy to bleed
Got a flow so cold
When I’m speaking niggas speakers’ll freeze
It ain’t no secret, I ether MC’s”

- CROOKED I

“acrobatic flow, asthmatic, sick psychopathic rappers back at it, skip the craftmatics, sleepin’ on the baddest illmatic attic is just ass backwards, peep the mathamatics, no more semantics from that crack attic, the flow is black magic!”

- CROOKED I

“what do i think of the industry ? think its a FAG FEST/
rappers wearing their boxers backwards for easy ACCESS/
how you think ge got on? he aint that FRESH/
soon as a rapper die burry him in a black dress”

- CROOKED I