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Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:14:41 GMT -5
Stand clear, Don man'll talk You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk Watch out, we run New York Policeman come, we bust him out the park I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack, but you be doin' that I'd rather say see ya, ‘cause I would never be ya Be an officer? You wicked overseer! You hotshot, wanna get props and be a savior First show a little respect, change your behavior Change your attitude, change your plan There could never really be justice on stolen land Are you really for peace and equality? Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me Your laws are minimal ‘Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal This has got to cease ‘Cause we be getting hyped to the sound of da police
Now here's a likkle truth, open up your eye While you're checkin' out the boom-bap, check the exercise Take the word overseer, like a sample Repeat it very quickly in a crew, for example Overseer, overseer, overseer, overseer Officer, officer, officer, officer Yeah, officer from overseer You need a little clarity? Check the similarity! The overseer rode around the plantation The officer is off, patrollin' all the nation The overseer could stop you, "What you're doing?" The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing The overseer had the right to get ill And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill The officer has the right to arrest And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest (Woop!) They both ride horses After 400 years, I've got no choices The police them have a likkle gun So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one (Woop-woop!) I hear it all day Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:20:32 GMT -5
Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow! Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:22:55 GMT -5
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone You all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin' And keep them shook crews runnin', like they supposed to They come around, but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't move me: you're minor, we're major You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only 19, but my mind is old And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation now Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:24:17 GMT -5
One, two, three and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up ‘Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But um, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected so I'ma let 'em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive You never know, she could be earnin' her man And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:29:42 GMT -5
Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listenin' to hip-hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of Bebop I said, "Well, Daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles? Way that Bobby Brown is just amping like Michael" It's all expected, things are for the lookin' If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin' Come on everybody, let's get with the fly mode Still got room on the truckload of black boom Listen to the rhymes, then get a mental picture Of this black man, and black woman fixture Why do I say that? 'Cause I gotta speak the truth, man Doin' what we feel for the music is the proof, and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bona fide strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is Delivering each year an LP filled with street goods You can find it on your rack in your record store If you get the record, say your thoughts are adored And appreciated, 'cause we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin' out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic If you diss—it gets drastic Listen to the rhyme, 'cause it's time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it, baby All the way to Africa, A.K.A. the Motherland Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black man Only if you are noted as my man If I get the credit, then I think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity 'Cause we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that [ass] (What?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:32:46 GMT -5
So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty Having me, then he told the people "You can call me, Your Majesty!" Keep your battery charged, you know it won't Stick yo, and it's not his fault you kick slow Should've let your trick ho chick hold your sick glow Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go And you know I know that's a bunch of snow The beat is so butter, Peep the slow cutter As he utter the calm flow ("Your mother—"), don't talk about my moms, yo Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow Or vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pie Hit it on the first try, villain: the worst guy Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses And he won't stop 'til he got the masses And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo It's ugly, like look at you, it's a damn shame Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:35:15 GMT -5
The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical Fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald- -ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow 'Cause the ho didn't win, but the sun will still come out tomorrow And shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone! Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones The GZA, one who just represent the Wu-Tang clique With the game and soul of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
No response while I bomb that ass You ain't shit, your wack-ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush Souped-up niggas on a stage get rushed I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid 'Cause I don't know you, therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants? Ahh, human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time, come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper How you sound, B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ, the catcher, he's my man In a way he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs, I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't fuck with those in the major leagues
Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup) Am I coming or going? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead!) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (Come here!) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits! I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang!) I'm steaming mad and by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:50:48 GMT -5
Yo, when the gats reveal you cats get peeled And that's the deal Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real When the slugs burst G Rap be aiming at your mug first Niggas is blood thirst, we'll see who get plugged worst We dug earth, the place we put the nickel-plate is to your facial Bullets ain't racial, kid, they only hate you My nine'll seem like it's a time machine, B.C. date you Jacking you more than Ripper My fifth's an organ shifter, the human organism lifter You'll be hearing organs if ya leaving orphans, if ya Let these fours hit ya where the Lord split ya I forbid ya..to bump heads with those that dump lead Accurate shots in back of your knot Leave you one dead, G Rap, Havoc and Prodigy Let's put these bitch niggas Where bodies be dun, yo if it gotta be, it gotta be
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:56:31 GMT -5
The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit Will we ever do it big, or just keep settling for lil' shit? We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres If none of us own acres, and none of us grow wheat Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding Cause all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions We should be endited for bullshit we inciting Hand the children death and pretend that it's exciting We are advertisements for agony and pain We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine In the 80's when the bricks came on military planes
The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like 'leven, twelve, or Old enough to understand the shit'll change forever They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever But mostly black boys, but they would call us "niggers" And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profit But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits Cause free labor is the cornerstone of US economics Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison You think I am bullshitting, then read the 13th Amendment Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits That's why they giving drug offenders time in double digits Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor Just an employee of the country's real masters Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor If I say any more they might be at my door (Shh..) Who the fuck is that staring in my window Doing that surveillance on Mr. Michael Render I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead I leave you with four words: I'm glad Reagan dead
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 0:58:42 GMT -5
Straight outta Compton! Crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggas Wit Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off your ass, that's how I'm going out For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot, like gumbo Going off on the motherfucker like that With a gat that's pointed at your ass So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin' With a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act a motherfucking fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking niggas out the box, daily Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy, you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck ‘Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin' But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton)
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 1:00:31 GMT -5
This is not the first time I came to the planet But everytime I come, only a few could understand it I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my Commandments I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS Kickin' the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin' to like Get with you, showin' you, you are invincible The Black Panther is the black answer for real In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away And enters into Kwame Ture
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 1:02:40 GMT -5
Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV For sheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy It's all N'together, going all out together It don't take much to please me Still homes I'm never satisfied like the Stones We don't condone bitin' see them skull and crossbones Protecting what I'm writing Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license To kill rap reciting Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL (Fuck your lifestyle!) Put your lights out Get the shit to crackin' got you fiending with your pipes out Time for some action Surfin' the avenue, mad at you, where I used to battle crews Back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in Got us bustin' off these pistols, my niggas got issues Again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 1:06:33 GMT -5
It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question: What do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster!
Post by Redman's Meth on Feb 18, 2019 1:20:31 GMT -5
One, two, two Public Service Announcement to all those people out there listening to this funky ass boom bap album Check it out
Take a second
Jus, Just take a second
Take a second
Just chill out for a minute take a second check this out
Just a mad cool album
And we just chilling right here in D&D Studio
It's about 5 O'clock in the morning
We gonna talk about what you believe in
We gonna talk about how you been trained
So we gonna come down like this
Let me take you to another level
After seven years of rockin', how do you rate me? Poorly or greatly? Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately Yo mad heads be needin' money So listen very close as I conduct this little study See it's, funny to me, you can watch TV And give up your life trying to be all you can be in the Army Not knowin' your history, you either fight and die or come back home in misery Yo get with me, I deal with reality Loosen your mind to the truth, and don't get mad at me No politician can give you peace If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast? Emancipation is long over due So overcome procrastination Because freedom is within you For some reason we think we're free So we'll never be, because we haven't recognized slavery You're still a slave, look at how you behave Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning? We accepted our oppressor's religion So in the case of slavery it ain't hard Because it's right in the eyes of THEIR God Where is our God: the God that represents us The God that looks like me; the God that I can trust A God of peace and love; not mass hysteria I don't want a God that blesses America I could never really vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level
Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries Picture the Pope and the Vatican, laughing and drinking and singing and kissing me I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke I like to ask these politicians would Jesus vote? The way we view God is a freakin' shame Church is to blame. We trust God, but bomb Hussein We simply lovin' the scripture, same scripture that whipped 'cha Sooner it'll hit 'cha, religion's gettin' richer With that European version of Christ made into a picture Our society's gettin' sicker, and sicker, and sicker... Like liquor, we are God-Intoxicated Not to the true God, but the one the government created The same governments tellin' people to vote I pray to God because the people have lost hope You either vote for the mumps or the measles Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil Politics and God are not equal But the education if you don't guard, is really lethal People have more respect for a holy book Than they do for a cow on a meat hook Believers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils I pray to you for the light you might give them Mother make them know that you're livin' within them You begin them and end them in silence Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican Have mercy Mother, cause I know that you're mad at them The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago And Pope Julius the Second paid Michelangelo I know this happened in 1519 yet This is the image we can't seem to forget Vote for God, don't vote for the Devil Let me take you to a higher level
Ooh I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word? You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along Ain't a fucking sing-along 'less you brought the weed along Then ju' (OK I got it) then just drop down and get yo' eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head then muhfucka' get to bustin' Yes Lord I don't really say this often but this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast!
PUSH 20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson I started out as a baby face monster No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense Gem Star razor and a dinner plate Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak Nigga, I was crack in the school zone Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre If he rides he rides, Throwing punches in the room If he cries he cries, we don't drink away the pain When a nigga die we add a link to the chain Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh We playing on a higher game of chess Once you delegate his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best? A million megapixels of the Pyrex Started on the scale digital, my only Timex Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's honest Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!
KENDRICK You wanna see a dead body? Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime My little brother crying Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis Either that or my auntie was stealing it Hit the pipe and start feeling it Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that This was different, geez, Louise please help me relax Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in When I was ten Back when nine ounces have got you ten And nine times out of ten niggas don't pay attention And when there's tension in the air nines come with extensions My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips 1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be rich Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter" He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?" Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect" He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense" Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick Your son dope, nigga Now reap what you sowed, nigga Please reap what you sowed, nigga I was born in '87, my grand daddy a legend Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession Let's get it
It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
I haven't participated because I'd just list 100 Wu-Tang or Nas verses.
It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
I haven't participated because I'd just list 100 Wu-Tang or Nas verses.
I believe the Notorious B.I.G. was the greatest rapper who’s ever lived. I remember in ’94, when Ready to Die came out, I was in 11th grade, living in my mother’s house in Virginia. There was a frenzy at my high school, arguing and talking about that album. We used to spend hours in the car, reciting his raps, trying to figure out what in the hell made him veer off in this way or that way. Some rappers just say a punchline, and it’s like, “OK, we get it.” But Big delved deep. He was a master painter with words. And his flow was just so effortless. I mean, I think I’m an awesome writer, but my bars still sound like bars. Big had all these intricacies, all these colors, all these witty things – and it didn’t sound like a rap. It was a conversation.
This is one of my favorite all-time hip-hop songs. Elzhi's flow is almost always effortless, but on his two verses here it's just next level. His internal multisyllabic rhymes just tumble out. Give this song a listen if you've never heard it.
Don't compare me to jokes I'll strangle the air in your throat Like you jump from a chair and choke In mid-air from a rope Got a big gun and carry a scope The flare of the smoke Keep niggas quiet like words librarians spoke I'm arrogant, outlandish Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff The jakes won't make out the handprints I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips Buck and make niggas duck, and kneel and do splits ... Work and plan a perfect verse Then burst like a person That jerked from a circus cannon Then landed to the earth Its me on the song, featured your fleet Breathing as strong It's a gypsy reading a palm With a drawn heater Never gone off the wrong reefer A bong chief of the don Ball as long as LeBron's bronze sneakers Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I won't come and get you Dressed like a bum with pistols and AK's in the buggy
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
So can you understand Why I want a daughter while I'm still young? I want to hold her hand And show her some beauty before this damage is done But if it's too much to ask, if it's too much to ask Then send me a son