Like a leaf stuck in a vacuum y'all 
Ain't nothin but a whole lotta suckin' going on in rap
Yeah but I'm home
back for the bone
back in the zone
Leave him alone
You don't wanna go eggin' him on
It'll never be my chair that you own
Crown so tight that it cuts all circulation
No air to the brain, no oxygen
other words there's no heir to the throne
When I die so does hip-hop...

-Eminem Despicable Freestyle for Recovery in response to Rick Ross's diss video towards Em. 

Em basically made this freestyle to promote Recovery and to Respond to Rick Ross when he said Eminem was wack and wasn't part of Hip-Hop (Paraphrasing) When Rick Ross heard this freestyle, he stopped coming after Eminem. It's not the reason I chose this song, it's just background information. The rhyme scheme in this freestyle is insane and the beats are fucking hard. First time I heard this part of the freestyle, I had to pause at the No air to the brain; no oxygen. Other words there's no heir (air) to the throne. That wordplay is simple yet phenomenal. 

YEAH!

OKAY!

I done did a lot of bad things just to get change
I done took it to some levels that a lot of ni**as won't go
Take a life just to get a name
Came up with the crackheads, thugs and the cut-throats
Bloodshot from the blunt smoke
Man I'm so high that I can't even look my own momma in the eyes
Kicked out through the front door
She said the way a nigga livin', if I die, she won't be surprised
Tears on the Bible, she prayed for me
This can't be the life that she made for me
Got her lying to police when they raid for me
If there's a heaven will they open up the gates for me?
I wanted money for the summer, make a nigga trunk knock
Gang signs out the window screamin' out fuck cops
Soft dope, hard dope, get it all one stop
Slung crack rock, never had a wicked jump shot, yeah
Middle school, it was no joke
Hats broke to the right in the hall it was all folks
Little Lord had to lay low
Had a .38, I kept it in my locker, you ain't even know
I wasn't from their hood so the Westside ni**as ain't really have no reason to respect a nigga
And since I went to school with them motherfuckers
Ni**as from my hood actin' like they ain't accept a nigga
All that I could do was lash out
Get a couple down ni**as, put the mask on, cash out
Broad day with the strap out
Can't forget it, don't regret it, gave a nigga somethin' to rap about
All that I could do was lash out
Get a couple down ni**as, put the mask on, cash out
Broad day with the strap out
Last real nigga standing, I'm the one you ni**as rap about

Freddie Gibbs - Forever and a day

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'

A classic story of rags to riches by Biggie Smalls

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song, the Serengeti's clone
Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone
You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc
You wanted to diss but jumped on my dick
Grown men never should bite their tongue
Unless you eating pussy that smell like it's a stale plum
I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol
Aiming it at a pig, Charlotte's web is going to miss you
My issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise
How to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental
This is physical and mental, I won't sugar coat it
You'd die from diabetes if these other ni**as wrote it
And everything on TV just a figment of imagination
I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian
While you mothafuckas waiting, I be off the slave ship
Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs

Kendrick Lamar - HiiiPoWeR

I want everybody to view my autopsy
So you can see exactly where the government had shot me
No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable
They play musical chairs once I'm on that pedestal
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
The reason Lauryn Hill don't sing, or Kurt Cobain
Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy
Product of the late 80's
Tryna stay above water, that's why we shun the navy
Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off
Cause a riot, throw a Molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost
Cause we been off them slave ships
Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs

Kendrick Lamar - HiiiPoWeR

3rd verse

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
I'm Atilla: Kill or be killed; I'm a killer
Be the vanilla gorilla you're bringing the killer within me out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me
Or be the receivin' enemy
What stupidity it'd be 
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter when I'm in the vicinity
Motherfucker you better duck or you finna be dead the minute you run into me>
A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
I'm bout to fuckin' finish you bitch
I'm unfadable, you wanna battle I'm available
I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable

Eminem ft. Juice WRLD - Godzilla

Manslaughter goons under the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Abra—I go ham for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic

Eminem ft. Slaughterhouse (Without Joe Budden) - I will (KXNG Crooked's part).

This bar is fucking hard. The term "dead presidents" was coined by Nas and popularized by Jay-Z. It means having cash. John Wilkes Booth killed Abraham Lincoln, so it's one way of reading "dead presidents". At the same time, Crooked goes ham (goes hard) in the booth to get money. This bar is insane and the setup is phenomenal. 

criss cross make you want to jump

You see my story is a story untold by the kid from Compton making straight a's for new clothes
Surrounded by bullets from one of my relatives foes
Because he been a killer since he was 12 years old
The price of being guilty by association got me places I ain't ever been
Like in back of the swap meet ni**as trynna test my chin
Squaring up like a nerd before summer school begin
Then break when bullets breaks wind
All I wanna do is rap
But it's a wrap
When you living inside of Iraq and
George Bush in the culdesac
You get pushed and you righteous act
It's a murder charge on your back
Can I captivate this captive before you try peel my cap
Can I live

Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar - Roll On

rep my comrade,

go half on a slab down in Baghdad

Flip it like a mex tab

Get money like a ..

Now who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat

- Kodak Black on his XXL freshman cypher 

I spit it harder than Daffy duck tryina get buck - ski mask

You bout to watch me raise up on you like a Cosby kid - loaded lux

Gilmore Girls poster, That's what I hug at night - Carter Deems

I don't even know why the fuck I'm battling this pan-handlin mandarin Asian, you used to man-handle pandas in cages for gambling wages - Dumbfoundead

Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted, I'm weeded needin an Ativan, Run up on a rapper when rappin, that's when I slap a fan, bone-crunchin Mickey the gypsy needin' a caravan - Sean Price (RIP)

Man, this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden
Money counter go *brrrr* when you sellin' out the Garden
Four-car garage, pornstar ménage
Birdman go *brrrr* 'cause he know this shit retarded
Fuck her on the floor 'fore we make it to the bed
That's what yo' ass really call started from the bottom
Yes, Lord, OVO Sound, man, I'm proud of my ni**as
Knew that we would make it, never doubted my ni**as
All my bitches love me; if I had a baby mama
She would probably be richer than a lot of you ni**as
Ayy, that's luxury, dawg

Drake - No New Friends

I know I posted the whole song, but it's one of my favorite hip hop songs of all time and it's absolutely beautiful. Plus, the rhyming is perfect and the message is amazing. The incorporation of Steven Tyler's Dream On chorus does wonders for this song.

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...

(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
'Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
 

Eminem - Sing for the Moment