19. "Fragile," Tech N9ne
Hot line: "Tell me that my name is/Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus/Tell me that your anus got your head in it/I can smell the articles and know you're heinous"
This verse is thrilling because Kendrick euphemistically sprays journalists with bullets (that’s us!). The gist of his verse is that magazines and press all suck the same, but when you hear how intricately precise his cadence is, you’re hard-pressed to find a writer that would disapprove of his wizardry.