He has too many amazing verses to pick the best in my opinion. In his prime, practically every verse he did could be classed as one of his best. He was just that consistent and intricate with his rhyme schemes. Obviously there were standout verses, but even then there were so many it's hard to decipher a "best" verse multi-wise. Even now he has crafted some excellent verses which are up there with his prime.
I'll mention some verse that
haven't been yet mentioned. I won't even attempt to mention most of them lol, there's just too many. I'll post a couple examples from mine and Menzo's
lyrical appreciation thread and just name a few.
1st verse of The KidsHi there little
boys and girls (FUCK YOU!)
Today we're gonna to learn how to
poison squirrelsBut first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?)
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he
don't got a job, cause Bob sits at
home and smokes potBut his twelve-year old brother looks up to him
an awful lotAnd Bob likes to hang out at the local
waffle spotAnd
wait in the parkin lot for
waitresses off the clockWhen it's
late and the lot gets dark and
fake like he walks his dogDrag 'em in the woods and go
straight to the chopping blocks (AHH!)
And even if they e
scaped and they got the copsThe ladies would all be so a
fraid, they would drop the charge'til one night Mrs.
Stacey went off the jobWhen she felt someone grab her whole
face and said not to talkBut Stacey knew it was Bob and said
knock it offBut Bob wouldn't
knock it off cause he's
crazy and off his rockerCrazier
than Slim Shady is off the vodkaYou couldn't even
take him to Dre's
to get Bob a "Dr."He grabbed Stace' by the legs as
chopped it off herAnd
dropped her off in the
lake for the cops to find herBut ever since the day
Stacey went off to wanderThey never
found her, and Bob still
hangs at the waffle dinerAnd that's the story of
Bob and his marijuanaAnd what it might
do to youSo see if the squirrels want any - it's
bad for you1st verse of HelloYou see that chick in the gym,
checkin' me outAny
second I'm bout to stick her
neck in my mouthI lose a pill, and I'm
wrecklessly reckin' the houseThat was supposed to be
breakfast, where the
heck is it nowThere's the
necklessI
lost, right next to
Stephanie's blouseMan I should
check to see if my
mom left any outNope, guess
I'll re-routeMaybe somewhere in the
depths of the couchOh, jackpot, yeah, open
sesame mouthDown the
hatchet,the feelin' you can't
match itI rat-tat-tap on your door with the damn ratchetAtt-ack-tack-tacking a whore with the damn hatchetA napsack pack with like 40-some Xanax'sShorty come
back, I'm tryna
score me some lap dancesI'm bout to rel
apse, so baby
pour me some Jack Daniel'sFormula 44D and
40's with bad capsulesThe
bad apple spoils the bunch, I'm
back atcha3rd verse of Music Box
1st verse of No Apologies
Patiently Waiting verse
3rd verse of Criminal
There's a ton more I haven't wrote down.
