Post your favorite verses

Ok i realize hiphop is more flow than lyrics, but what is your favorite song based on words alone? there are way too many for me to choose from,
so i'll start it off with two. i'll post more later if i get some replies.

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[size=-1]A whack emcee is something I could never be
That's like growing dreadlocks while you taking chemotherapy
Theoretically pen and paper is the recipe
Alphabetically I'm coming after you like the letter V
If you ever step to me, the worst is yet to come
You'll never get the best of me
Call it like a referee
Call it destiny, check the melody
Break the law of gravity
And lyrically catch a felony
I make it harder for the next emcee that's my specialty
Rappers better be tryin ta rap ahead of me
I'm a hard act to follow I could prove it medically
I'm sick in the head I could move a crowd with mental telepathy
Expect nothing less of me, top pedigree
Rap assassin, blastin'with syllable weaponry
Shoot the sheriff then the deputy
Don't be testin' me
Whoever think they fat can get the Dig Gregory [/size]


DOUBE ESSAY

So so amazin...
Secret Service agent
Surely slowly aging
Shootin suckers amazin
Super-soaker aimin
Silent skill assassin
Surfers sayin "Awesome"
Still slammin anybody
Stone Steve Austin
Sorta sour apple
Spittin slang at'chu
Senim Silla's anthem
Stealin shows in action
Sixty seconds and
Sexy shorties admire
Somebody should acquire
Sixty-seven amplifiers
Silky smooth adult,
Soakin soapy aloe
Storm shadow, attackin
Swingin swords ample
Soldier solo Army
Stop shootin archery,
Shell shocked armory
Skills symbolize artillery
Scratch sniff activated
Sensory, super auxiliary
Some sail away
South Sydney, Australia
Souvenir shops always
See some aliens
Solar system apparatus,
Scale stratus Atmosphere
Scary, Spielberg actress
Soul sister Asian
Sweet sixteen adolescent,
Sweat shop accommodations
So so amazin...

 

Aesop Rock]
Yo change the f**kin channel
I burn a Coma candle
When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample
We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap
Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers
Training Generation Fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So I'm ready now (What you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city
And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass
Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of
marbles
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the
charcoals
Don't tell me God and Satan don't carpool
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge
barstool
Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
(Man please) Man please
My name stands for my being
And my being stands for the woman who stood
And braved the storm could raise this evening
(Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish
But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify
And picked the rose and wielded
The second I introduced myself as Nervous
Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken
Some are burning, some have rosen
Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them
Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion
Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion
Now where I live there's a homeless man
He sits upon a crate
He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn samples*


[Aesop Rock]
And I ain't getting any younger
My knuckles wear their bruises well
I've yet to lose that hunger
But only time can tell
Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch
And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
See your name is Ambiguity
My name is something hands can't hold
But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick
Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning
wits for now
And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest
But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds
To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel
Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn
But y'all numb from gut fuel
I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made
motor
Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit
I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal
Channel surfing my way to the top
Tugboat in a bottle
With no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight
Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile
And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium
The second my halo ran outta helium
Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry
But my energy's a rental
So I take this now to save
My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick
Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego
Y'all are family for life
I'll take that bullet to preserve you
I wanna be something spectacular
On the day the sun runs outta batteries
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this
(I ain't gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to end*

 

"spit so many verses sometime my jaw twitches, one thing this party could use is more... booze" MF Doom.

 

You on the battlefield with lyrical militants - Doom (vaughn)

 

Voice Talent, the rapper, had a rapport with a stripper whore who he'd vote for long before he'd vote for Tipper Gore. He equipped the store with a credit card machine and put zines in their places. He said, "Take Back the Streets is more like Take Back Four Parking Spaces at the most," and left to host the Sunday Showcases. He was all dressed in tinsel, yo, but he couldn't convince his friends to go. They were like, "Voice Talent, you put on a minstrel show." He said, "Someone's psychotic. Someone took too much semiotics." "Furthermore," he thought, "Someone can tzuck my Tzadik," but VT was the opposite of TV. He'd never accuse someone of being PC because it's so frigging dumb to say. The term arose on the Columbus Day Quincentennary when the republic was honest about the conquest and wouldn't party as previously promised. If someone uses a nonoffensive vocabulary that person is considerate, not PC. If someone has a heavy-handed agenda that person is narrow-minded, not PC. Unless you mean Providence College, PC is as meaningless as the president's apology for slavery. Maybe PE should be on the radio, not just in the African-American Norton Anthology

 

Big L from 7 Minute Freestyle

My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you expect
To catch wreck in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
Never had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white cops till the life stops
For a low price hops
Cause my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap, click-clack
Sorry jack but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was speakin
He started reaching
So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking

 

gangster rap sucks goats balls

 

ha ha

 

uncondintional love

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama why God deserved to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try
Maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
A life where we don't need no welfare
Shit with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hugging
And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

 

slim thugga

[Woman interview]
What's good everybody?
It's your girl Alana D.
Chillin' with my boy the boy slim thug
He's from Texas
Now son you've been doin' it real big for awhile
But please, tell us what's the secret to your success?

[Slim]
I'm a bonafide hustla
Used to have to bust bricks down in half
in order to see the cash
That's in the past
Niggas outta see the stash
Went straight to the bentley
Skilled, the S-class
I was a star before I signed autographs

This the beginning, y'all ain't seen my last
When I call myself a hustla,
I ain't talking about moving rocks
I'm talkin' bout them 9's and them aks and them glocks
When y'all was on the corner
out there runnin' from them cops
I was out there sellin' all them local crack spots
Boyz in blue and we creep deep
Motherfuckin' police
we make the rules in the streets nigga

[woman interviewer]
I feel you
I feel you
Now we talk about the style of Texas
NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style
That's gonna limit your success
Tell us what you think about that

[Slim]
I'm an H-town nigga
So FUCK y'all niggas
Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas
Stay out my way
Cause nigga I'm not for play
Ya niggas say you G's
That must mean you niggas gay
He's from H-town
But he don't stay where I stay
I'm from the land of the killers
He don't lay where I lay

So get it right motherfuckers
Don't try to put me in the same shoes as them suckers
There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas
Them niggas ain't no gangstas,
Them niggas is some bustas

[Woman interviewer]
Okay talk to 'em
I see you here with all these diamonds, all these chains
You drivin' around in bentley's
But I don't ever see you with any security,
Please, what's the word on that

[Slim]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
They be checkin' other fools, but they ain't checkin' mine
You run up tryin' you gon' be lyin' down dyin'
When you hear that clock clock sound comin' out of the iron
I ain't no fuckin' punk, I suggest you niggas chill
Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed
This ain't no rap act, my nigga I'm really real
Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel
Niggas must be on peel, cause it's evident they
think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal
I do this rap shit cause makin' hits pay my bills
And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel
For real

[Woman interviewer]
Aight yo, keep doin' your thing
We lookin' out for you brother
You got anything else in the works
What can we expect from you in the future?

[Slim]
Boys in blue, comin' soon

 

B.I.G

Wickedest Freestyle...

Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggaz mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin
All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker
Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh
Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
Holocaust, Big the merciless
Niggaz press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
and I don't fuck wit the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases, MC's across the seas
is just the way I clutch my prey, hey
I'm crazy and deranged
Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap
Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?

 

Rewind-Nas

I dno if its my favorite verse but its one of the most innovative

The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "No hell"
She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"

 

I spit with an immense amount of power
Skull flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our
Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours
Now or, never, ever, ending on a bad note
Ripping ya' craft spoke, for spitting a bad quote
(Blueprint what's your approach?)
I smash black folk and white folk alike for jokes with mics
And make a Kodak moment out of the most boring open mic
I'll make a sad fan appreciate rap again
F**k around and forget just how wack it's been
I'm a bad man (Why's that?)
I catch bullets in my molars, body slam boas
And take flight with the weight of the world on my shoulders
And blame David Blaine on any chains that hold us
What started out as food for thought, turned into thoughts to
turn they
crews into food in hopes to satisfy my
Insatiable appetite to dine on lifeforms
Small planets and satellites
You solar system is my condiment
I'm bombin' comets, and don't sweat the small things and
nonsense
Every dog has his day and even more so in rhyming
So I decided that I'd never play the fire hydren
Or grab the mic sounding lazy, worn down and tired
Cats don't really fall off they just get uninspired
But before you, get a reason to ever diss us
I'll drop a ill LP and disappear like Bobby Fischer
But this is, the building block of all that is
And what it is, is Alchemy

[Aesop Rock] (Chorus)
Alchemy, basic with a touch of wild wonder
Alchemy, we made this to take your style under
Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight
grip
Determined not to let time slip
This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all his glory
Alchemy, hold it from the colder sob story
Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight
grip
Determined not to let time slip

[Aesop Rock]
Ah, dirty, dirty destiny

Birded murders with a burn gurshin a peasantry
Nervous flux flirtin' with hurley burly chemistry
Graffiti burner urchin merchant with a certain urge jerkin'
served and centerpiece
My zig-zag bully balance gallops with a fiery outline
Ban and bomb y'all pastel poets belly up (I'll tell you what)
Born stylin' 4 dimensions count em'
?Breed it take it to em' up,? run to build a world you'll never
touch
And I'm a pilot, delerium, serum, poison arrangement
?Aroused? when I feel like storming suck the raw enslavement
With a grin-style stinger creeping out the basement
Impatient wild ritualistic visions of sacrificial bitch hatin'
For all my iron giant soldiers with a metal fist upshielding
mother nature
from her fatal wrist cuts story I'll respect you
(So why they blaming you for the cats that sleep while the earth
turns?)
Yeah I had em' up all night praying I'd re-release Music For
Earthworms
Greed even are lease screaming with milestone like ring ring
ring I just
caught the screen fiending click dial tone
Welcome to a clouds swell blew to hallucination war pillar
Carnivore, carnival, karma slasher
I dash like a jack rabbit that orbits revelation with a single
pounce
To Edward Scissorhands your spring of doubts (Yo turn it out)
This is that mighty case of home field advantage to bend your
blizzard With
a crocodile smile and fight robot knuckles to your kisser

(Chorus)
This is Alchemy, basic with a touch of wild wonder
Alchemy, we made this to take your style under
Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight
grip
Determined not to let time slip
This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all his glory
Alchemy, hold it from the colder sob story
Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight
grip
Determined not to let time slip

 

Doom - Madvillain
Figaro

the rest is empty wit no brain but the clever nerd
the best emcee wit no chain ya ever heard
take it from the tec 9 holda (clack)
they bit an dont know they next shine from shinola
everything that glitter aint fishscale
lemme think, dont let a faint get Ishmail
a shot of Jack got her back its not a act stack
forgot abou the Cackalack, holla back
clack clack blocka, villainy
feel him in ya heart chakra chart topper start shit stopper be a smart shopper
shot a cop day around the way bout to stay
but whod a know theres 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
bout to jet get em, not a bet dead em
let em spit venom said em got alot of shit wit em
let the rhythym hit em, its stronger in the other voice
we make the joints, that make em spread em butta moist
man please, the stage is made of panties
from the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
ban me the doe rake, daddy
the flow make her fatty shake, patty cake patty cake
for fate, if he was Anita Baker's man
he'd take her for her masters, hit it once an shake her hand
on some ol' thank ya maam an ghost her
she could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
a whole host of roller coaster riders
not enough tracks (is it?), hot enuff black (for ya)
its too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
who shot ya? ooh got you new spots to vandal
do not stand still both show skills close, but no crills, toast for po' ills post no bills
coast to coast joe shmoes flows ill go chill not supposed to overdose, no doze pills
off pride tikes now talk wide thru scar meat
off sides like how worf rides with starfleet
told ya, on some get rich shit
as he get older he get colder then a witch tit
this is it, make no mistakes where my nigga go
..........figaro, figaro

O's beats and my rhymes attack
a scary act, all black like miss mary mack
wait till you see em live on the piano
doom sing soprano like uno dos y'ano
my momma told me
blast him an pass her her glass of ol' E
not to be troublesome but i could sure use a quick shot of double rum
no stick of bubble gum
i like ice cream, we could skip the weddin
have a nice dream she only let him stick the head in

 

I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
Fuck the planet, til spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh roll you and smoke the ashes

 

I love that song. Pac's the shit.

 

Scarecrow "Last Man Standing"

Torture til they gone
Neva stay alone
Killaz got some chrome
Huntin in tha zone
Where their enemies roam
And massacre tha town
Fire all your rounds
Make 'em all fall down
Please don't make a sound
Hear tha devil growl
Please don't go to sleep
Neva go to sleep
You may not awake
I am going to take
You deep down beneath
Tha Scarecrow's in tha woods
Creepin through tha woods
Creepin through your hood
Please don't be so scared
Go and take a look
I got behind tha steel
May I be forgived?
I didn't mean to kill
Now I wipe your bone and blood
Off my windshield
I'm sittin in tha park
Fire on tha logs
Watchin body parts
Burnin in tha sparks
Bloodied up my saw
Lord Infamous is me
Pychopathicly
Driven in tha mind
Seek and you shall find
My evil is blind
Cuz I give a fuck less
Tha color of your flesh
I just want to mess
Up your fuckin chest
With my jet-black Tech......

 

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

 

2pac-"My only fear of death"

They wanna bury me
I'm worried
I'm losing my mind
look down the barrel of my nine
and my vision's blurry
Fallin to pieces
am I guilty?
I pray to the lord
But he ignores me
unfortunately
'Cause I'm guilty
show me a miracle
I'm hopeless
I'm chokin off marijuana smoke
with every toke
it's like I'm losin focus
fallin asleep while I'm in service
When will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous
because i'm high
Don't mention funerals
I'm stressin
and goin nutty
and remeniscin
bout them niggaz
that murdered my buddy
I wonder when wil I be happy
Ain't nothin funny
Flashbacks of bustin caps
Anything for money
Where am I goin?
I discovered
Can't nothin save me
My next door neighbor's
havin convo with undercovers
put a surprise in the mail box
and hope she'll get it
happy birthday bitch
you know you shouldn't have did it
everybody's dying in my necks
who can I trust
will they be G's?
can they look at me
before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleeping
Two to the head
while I'm in bed
leakin blood on my satin sheets
is there a heaven for a balla?
Gettin suspicious of this bitch
the line's busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin me to visit
who else is home?
I check the house before I bone
Now we all alone
After I nut I hit the highway
See ya later
to all the playas watch the fly way
A nigga played her
The bitch is tellin all her homies
that I can fuck her like no other
Now them other bitches wanna bone me
I'm under pressure, gettin drunk
Somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennessy
I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies
they're creepin
Don't make me blast
I watch the five-o's roll
them motherfucker's pass
by me like they know me
smilin as they laugh
I put up my middle finger
then I dash
Niggas don't like me cuz I'm thuggin
And everyday I'm a hustla
Lookin to get paid
They wanna bury me
I'm worried
No need to lie
I pray to god I don't scream
when It's time to fry
Nowhere to rest
I'm losin homies
Ain't that a bitch
When I was rich I had clout
Now a nigga's lonely
I put the pistol to my head
and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead
Lord, are you there?
Now tell me
am I lost?
Cus I'm lonely
I thought I had friends
but in the end a nigga dies alone
Nowhere to run
I'm in terror
and no one cares
a closed casket at my funeral
and no one's there
Is there a future for a killa?
I change my ways
but still that don't promise me the next day
So I stay thuggin with a passion
forever blastin
I'm bustin on them mother fuckers in my mask
They wonder if I'm hellbound
Well, hell can't be worse than this
cuz I'm in hell now
don't make me hurt you
I don't want to
but I will
I've seen motherfucker killed over phone bills
never will I die
I'll be back
Reincarnated as a motherfuckin Mack-
11, cuz in heaven
there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin you now
you motherfuckers don't know me.

 

Until now Verizon was unable to offer iPhone for their client because of their network CDMA. When Apple decide to create a smart phone they close the deal with AT&T and they are using a global system called GSM, a technology more popular worldwide. In a Customer Report study published last month AT&T was ranked as the worst USA carrier because of the many problems and complaints about dropping calls and losing signal especially in big cities. In the meantime Verizon was ranked 2nd best by customer reports survey, this and the changes made on the CMDA carrier in the preceding years might be the cause why Apple decide to sell the new iPhone trough Verizon Wireless Network.