2015 is heating the fuck up. We have OGs and up-and-comers alike going in like the old days. Dumb raps over stupid beats like things ought to be. Your Old Droog continues to give the game quality bars over vintage production. Fabolous and Jadakiss have been serving the streets of NYC crack rocks just in time for the nice weather. Kanye gave Tyler one of his best verses in recent memory on "Smuckers." And Jaden Smith is trying to save the planet, one rap at a time.
This month we have a mix of street raps, funny raps, and complex raps. Just like the Good Lord intended. These are the Best Rap Verses of the Month.
Angel Diaz is a staff writer for Complex Media. Follow him @ADiaz456.
10. Your Old Droog “Hidden Persuaders”
Date: April 19, 2015
"It’s Droog
The hidden persuader, the purse raider
Come up with a hot line and finish a verse later
Get to get to it, got a lot of stuff on my mind
Doing everything your Droog even tried to meditation crime
To maintain
Maybe I’ll become a fitness instructor, takeover Jack LaLanne lane
Workout, spend the next day in pain
Go hard for a few weeks then invariably the interests start to wane
Still spitting butane on the Q train, fresh from the Ukraine
How I had a whole collection of rare raps in the brain
That’s why my project dropped and hit the city harder than collapsing cranes
The old scriptures is more advanced than advanced packets
Y’all might as well be Kriss Kross with your pants backwards
Not a doubt in my mind this shit will sell
Still take the train back from the lab and get off at Stillwell
I stay determined waited, putting in work before the terminal hotel sign got terminated
Got my shit permeated, the game, over beats that remind me of my environment
You still selling, but I ain't buying it, or renting"
Droog continues to win with his retro sound with witty bars over groovy beats. He sounds like Nas? So? This guy can spit with the best of them and knows how to use the Internet to his advantage. The game was in need of a throwback rapper.
8. Jaden Smith “Offering”
Date: April 14, 2015
"Renegade, never been afraid, sippin' lemonade
Flew to France, sip in different ways, serendipi-tay
Do you ever struggle with your enemies?
Tryna conjure energies, tryna lay a finger on my inner chi, prana
Say what you wanna, I’m onto the next
I’m a new male Madonna, you too worried bout them checks
Can’t keep a shirt on 'em in the zone of flex
But what about respect? I’m just too busy to check
Lex Luthor, Kama Sutra
Come on, I don’t care, leave that stuff to Obama
Screw yo commas, let my sentence run on
C02 emitting until our damn sun’s gone
Now who’s your number one, huh?
Aye, who’s your number one, huh?
Aye, who ya number one, huh?
Who’s your number two? Ditto, spit you the truth for real though
Tooth fairy under your pillow, camarillo
I don’t listen to you, I listen to Willow
The ether come out ya' speakers, you got a problem?
Speak up, before the teacher leave ya'
Red pants dancing with the devil won’t repeat the
Last century, evolution probably mention me
Penitentiaries, they filling up, that’s why they killing us
Probably see the flaws in the matrix if you real enough
Tried to keep it basic but the doctor’s always pilling us
You even know what penicillin does?
Me either, I am the beat eater
Peeta from Hunger Games here to bring the funk again
Jaden’s alter ego probably jumping in
If it’s fine with you, we rendezvous at 10
Walk up to ya' crib with condoms in my hand
Man we chilling with the kids, they cause some problems in the sand
And all because I told them God was not a man
I love you so I’ll probably carve it in my hand
The cycle’s over, won’t restart it once again, won’t restart it
Beat cold, flow, it’s so retarded
Burning coal just to gain control, homie I got it
Young prophet, come out of pocket
Just to see the geo-engineering stop it, we are boycotting it
Went from picking cotton to B-Poppin' on the rocketship
And now we got the magic and we frickin' Harry Potter on these jokers
And whatever you be droppin', I ain’t coppin' it
Cause I’m tryna make sure that my kids will have some oxygen
When they land, you guys won’t understand
'Daddy, could we fly?' I never could but you probably can
And you guys are outta hand, just look at what’s in your hands
Saving the world is my obligation, it’s not a plan
But I’ll do what I can
And I hope I don’t die from a lie before I can get y’all to understand
Understand
And ride out to this man"
Stop. Sleeping. On. Jaden. Smith.
6. Tyler, the Creator f/ Kanye West and Lil Wayne “Smuckers”
Date: April 13, 2015
“Why, oh why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't lynch Marshawn, if Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me 'are you still down?'
'Yeah my nigga,' it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassup
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga you suck, hold up
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level
Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said 'I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard'” —Kanye West
It's crazy how far Kanye has come in the rapping department. This is the best 'Ye verse in a minute.
4. Jadakiss “Where I'm From” (Freestyle)
Date: April 17, 2015
"I'm from where the hammers ring
They damage everything
Niggas tell, sign states, get on the stand and everything
I'm from where the cops beat you after they put the cuffs on
Where niggas get naked after they hit them dust joints
Where you could get something to eat out of the backyard
And all they got is EBTs, no black cards
Local bars, you could knock of yay
The sun be out but the sky be charcoal grey
Shorty just tryna get his bread back
I'm from where they cop the Jordans after they next pack
I'm from where they put 40 in after they head crack
I'm from where these bitches fuck you until the bed crack
From where them crackers'll get you straight
The second highest conviction rate
And I'm talking United States
They send one informant nigga to buy the base (indictments)
And they ain't even worth rumblin'
The D.A. just lyin' and your lawyer just mumblin'
Old head tryna put his numbers in
My man just got 26 summers in
From where they do a lot of wonderin'
He's a boss, its a lot dudes under him
There's a lot of raw talent here, physically and mentally
They don't never make it 'cause they slack academically
From where they lack identity
Violation of the G-code is a penalty
Like when the Narcs take your keys and mess up your house
Handcuff you, find your work, have you stretched on the couch
New jail, second floor, you're the next in the house
When they first arrested you, you wasn't next to your house
Couldn't find the 40 Belows, I'll take the Chukkas
Girls from the projects, they loved us, couldn't wait to fuck us
I'm from where the suckas hate, but I hate the suckas
It's gonna take a mean army and some cake to touch us
Lost borough but the hardest one
Cough up a lung, where I'm from?
Yonkers, son"
Jada's still top five, dead or alive.
3.
2. Fabolous “Quiet Storm” (Freestyle)
Date: April 10, 2015
"I put my lifetime in between the paper's line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a sign
That say: "Will rap for food," for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and Lil' Scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snappin' dude, still run my city and still lappin' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from '99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it, disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turnin' shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks nothing is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario again?
No more Felipe you eating cereal again?
No more lipo you big as Terio again?
Oh yea, quiet for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album trigga' you
You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, still bah bah body ya
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was rowdy yeah
You gotta' think Bobby and Rowdy yeah
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in Saudi yeah
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yeah
On some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but mo' ghetto
Yea i'm in a house with more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real shit
I just want some real shit
Not none of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for that
It's the real…"
Jesus *fans self* *does sign of the cross* *dies* Fab bodied this shit. Call the coroner. Zip the bag up.