Top Rap Verses of the 2010s?

I will post a few despite asserting that this exercise is impossible

**Black Thought's verse from Now or Never off of the Album How I Got Over **

I'm sick, sick of waiting in vain Tired of playing the game Thinking of making a change Finally breaking the chains Every phase, every happening craze When it's said and done My head is right back in a haze I'm ready for the next chapter and page To start acting my age and part ways With black thought from back in the days I'm stargazing from the back of the stage Questioning if who y'all praise is worthy of praise What's the phrase--bygones is bygones? Niggas who used to be the underdog is icons People say the light shines once in a lifetime Is this mid-life kind of crisis a little bit like mine? I'm thinking not now, but right now I need some kinda sign that the future is bright now I fuck around, do the right thing like Spike now The quick and the dead--which is my look-a-like now I'm moving ahead

Honestly you could make an entire thread out of Black Thought verses

**This entire freestyle by Black Thought **

Kendrick's verse on the Mask Off remix (you could make an entire thread Kendrick)

Uh, I got a halo I level up every time God say so Shooter on payroll Lookin' like Pancho, lookin' like Pedro Money tree from Tarzan Ten dividends gon' grow when I say "grow" Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch Ain't no penny that I don't touch All my enemy bite on dust Ain't no talkin' when it's fatal Havin' heart, I can't tell Half of y'all might need help I might fall in Rodeo (bitch) I might ball in Australia (say no more) I might call her for real (say no more) All the ass gon' unveil Wind blows in the windows And I snuck in when the vent close She copy like 10-4 Know who we sent for Platinum, platinum, platinum Gotta look at self and ask what happened How y'all let a conscious nigga go commercial While only makin' conscious albums? How y'all let the braids on TV? How y'all let the hood at the table? Now y'all don't even know how to rate him Niggas lookin' like I'm a created player Everybody who didn't pay respect Gotta 'fess up now and pay ya debts Gotta lay somethin' down if makin' threats Gotta say somethin' now, don't hold ya breath I mean, I'm floatin', I got the sauce, got the potion I got 'em all in convulsions and emotions I put careers in negotions And put the body in the ocean I made an oath when my nigga told me to go in Then he died on a cold bench All my old friends livin' life on a slow end Gotta keep shit rollin', it's deep (it's deep) I done fucked so much, I can't sleep I done fucked so much, I'm retired (swear to God) I'm 'bout to live my life through Dave Free (swear to God) She said she broke down when Prince died (it's alright) Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me (I am Prince) Get your ass up and be inspired (get inspired) You know how many bodies in the street? (how many?) Take the mask off so you can see

J Cole's verse off Folgers Crystals

Now I could be the change that I wanna see I can heal the world for real if a nigga speaking honestly Nat Turner in my past life Bob Marley in my last life, back again Look in to the eyes of a young nigga Who survived against all the odds Look into the eyes of a young nigga Who's surprised to be alive I died 5 years ago, the game snatch a nigga’s spirit yo My resurrection was a miracle Cause still I rise, it's ill-advised to bet against him Raised in hell but heaven sent 'em, let 'em diss 'em Some niggas can't handle the truth Some niggas don't know they're slaves I forgive 'em cause I know their ways They see a black man shine First thing they do is throw their shade Word?—errr—I swerve like a Thunderbird on the curb Where the cops pursuing, I'm not just doing it Niggas hate like if I make it ain't a spot for you in it Have to save the rap game cause I watched them ruin it So you can take my cock and chew on it Cock sucker I'm a blockbuster Motion picture, flows consist of potent scriptures Known to rip a hole through them so-called dopest niggas Snatch your soul and pose for pictures, holding it Revenge of the Dreamers, so vindictive Back for more, that whack shit's over with For you niggas sleeping this is Folgers Crystals, wow In the form of a loaded pistol Bullets rude, they don't even say "Hello", just kiss you, blaow Burn in hell with a coat that fits you When you see the devil You can tell him Cole just sent you now

JID's verse on General

Check, anybody can see the kid got it I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts Bagging a couple bitches and fucking them all at once Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts Thinking 'bout rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talking I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles With a 8th in my pre-rolls, call that shit a tarantula Tarantino on your big screen, ho Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo You gotta chill cause niggas can get they cap peeled I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em And a million other black children, let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'

**Big KRIT's 2nd verse on Confetti ** We all off in the club like Sincere on Belly Can't even drink my liquor, money on my celly Accountant like, "You got a check, spend it when you ready" I'm giving niggas hell, pray I go to Heaven Nailin' in they coffin, the cost of them being off it Ballin' since Iverson crossed you, winner's circle my office Fuckin' off with these wins, you fuckin' up with this loss Waiter forgot my season, I'm glad that they throwin' that salt Might just throw a toss and holla, "Fuck it!" 'Cause when your wrist game know the grip changed, niggas' buckets Chip rain in the strip game, hoes will bust it Snakes come, chop they heads off Cobra clutchin' on a meal ticket Motherfuck you if you feel different I caught a break, no debate, and you still fishin' The genie out the bottle and you still wishin' on my downfall 'cause you petty Confetti ain't even heavy, nigga

Jay Z's verse on the Rick Ross song Free Mason

Niggas couldn't do nothing with me; they put the devil on me I'd have preferred niggas to squeeze the metal on me Rumors of Lucifer; I don't know who to trust Whole world want my demise; turn my music up Hear me clearly: if y'all niggas fear me Just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairy tales Go to hell; this is God engineering This is Hail Mary pass; y'all interfering He without sin shall cast the first stone So y'all look in the mirror, double check your appearance Bitch, I said I was amazing Not that I'm a Mason It's amazing that I made it though the maze that I was in Lord, forgive me; I never would've made it without sin Holy water my face in the basin Diamonds in my Rosary shows He forgave him Bitch, I'm red hot; I'm on my third six, but a devil I'm not My Jesus piece flooded, but thou shall not covet Keep your eyes off my cupboard; I'm a bad motherfucker It's 'hov; hust say you love it

Freddie Gibbs verse on Palmolive

Kane season Fucking my pastor daughter and two Jesus pieces (Yeah) Dropping this blow on the basement flow, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah) Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah) Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh) Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen) Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah) Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh) Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah) Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up) Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah) A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes) It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah) These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' 'fore they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt) In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah) Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah) I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga) Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah) Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamoto's (Uh) Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola Gangsta king

Pusha T's 2nd verse on If You Know You Know (really the entire song but this verse stood out)

This thing of ours, oh, this thing of ours A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off I just happen to be alumni Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye The company I keep is not corporate enough Child Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enough A rapper turned trapper can't morph into us But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff Dance contest for the smokers I predict snow, Al Roker (If you know, you know) I only ever looked up to Sosa You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah

Okay, I'll stop there, this is an impossible exercise, I can hardly pick the 20 best rap albums of the past decade not to speak of verses.