When it comes to storytellers in hip hop, there are a few names who always pop up: Slick Rick, Nas, Biggie, Ice Cube and Ghostface Killah.

Over the years, Tony Starks has weaved some of the greatest stories into his raps; from the pounding detail of “Run” to the supermarket confrontation on “The Heart Gently Weeps” to “The M.G.M.” where Ghost and Rae trade rhymes about the ’94 Julio Caesar Chavez vs. Pernell “Sweet Pea” Whitaker boxing match.

But there’s one story, that tops them all. In his book, The Wu-Tang Manual, RZA declared Ghost’s verse on “Impossible” the “greatest Wu-Tang verse ever written.”

RZA: This whole verse is a Ghost classic – for its tight rhymes, emotionalism and storytelling. It won The Source magazine’s Rap of the Year award.

The Wu-Tang Manual | RZA

A highlight track off Wu-Tang Forever, “Impossible” was a haunting caution against pursuing life on the streets. The track produced by 4th Disciple together with RZA featured the Abbot himself, U-God and Ghost, with Tekitha handling hook duties and Chef on the outdo.

Following a super-scientific verse from RZA and an equally hard verse from U-God, Ghost came through with his wide-eyed storytelling chops and delivered a heart-stopping verse about a friend getting shot.

In an interview with Vulture years later, Ghost agreed that “Impossible” was one of the strongest verses he’d ever written. “I don’t really have a favorite song that I made,” he admitted. “I got so many records. I did a lot of other new features for people that I really, really like. But, as far as verses, one of the strongest ones I ever did is “Impossible” off Wu-Tang Forever album.”

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmy
Don't go, son, ni**a, you my motherfucking heart
Stay still, son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya
The ambulance is takin' too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me, bitch, gimme your jack
1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn
Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleedin' badly
Nahhh, Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell, we gettin' fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In '69, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin' his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one
Oh shit, here come his Old Earth with no shoes on
Screamin', holdin' her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around, the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha tellin'
But suddenly, a chill came through, it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the Paul assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10

- Ghostface Killah - "Impossible", Wu-Tang Forever