It's can possibly be the best track on there. But I liked "Let the Games Begin" more.
Smif 'n Wessun
"Bucktown"
I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side,
no frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin',
'round here headz don't act their age,
ya might be another dead Boy on the front page,
Enter,
the cipher,... withcha lighter,
El's are ready,
prepare for another allnighter,
But keep a watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks,
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots,
They be actin' like they bigga than us niggas from da streets,
cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats,
I guess they hold a grudge,
cuz I won't budge, playin' tough,
starin' at the Judge with my hands cuffed,
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear,
awww yeah,
Now I'm up outta here,
Pigs look me up and down with a frown,
Is it because I'm brown, or is it because
I'm from Bucktown?,
They were like the Mobb Deep of rap before Mobb Deep came in, to me.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket
They blew up same sorta time didn't they? Dah Shinin' dropped after Mobb Deep's debut, I'm pretty sure.
Anyway f*ck all that, Smif N' Wess. I love em, 90's east-coast at it's grimiest best. Dah Shinin' is perfect, in my view it's definitely up there with Illmatic, Cuban Linx and The Infamous. Wontime and Next Shit are immortal bangers.
Sure Warcloud's gone onto ''better'' things solo, but when he was still a Black Knight, nobody could spit a battle verse like Holocaust.
Absolutely murders RZA and Ghost on this track.
You fallin down a endless tunnel of doomed reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, loose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crusher german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab,
Get stabbed in bloody bath
While I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars...
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Last edited by Deathblow on Feb 2nd, 2006 at 06:13 PM
True, they were on the scene at the same time but I heard Smiff -n- Wessun alot first, then "Infamous" came out and it was over. Especially that wit that "Shook one's part II" s***. I didn't listen to "Juvinile hell", but I listened to "Infamous" way more than "Dah Shinin", which was an ill album too, but not iller than "Infamous".
But I still love the classsics Coco Brovas & Buckshot & Blackmoon (Boot Camp Click) provided. Heltah Skeltah was nasty too.
But IMO, as far as anything, Mobb Deep became the illest rap duo after Smiff n Wess.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
The maid was in the garden, hangin' out the clothes
While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose
Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin
One stranded couple terrorized by backwoods men
A young man home from reform school, now a burglar
Since sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer
A man investigates the death of his twin brother
Three kids search for their missin' parents and cover
A nightclub owner, schemes against mobsters
Four congressmen turn out to be impostors
Five teens try to track down the jewel thief
One little boy, knocked out another's teeth
Successful script writer becomes a heroin addict
A surgeon and his ex-wife slaughtered by a mechanic
A barroom boss and they lost, threw it to the hospital
A little girl found a fly inside a popsicle
Two bored Indians become bank robbers
A cop searchin' for the killers of his father
A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze
A highway man, swindles a drunker's booth
A homeless in a dumpster, and finds a new pair of shoes
An injured jazz musician, dead on the news
A housewife entangled in lies and domestic abuse
A dirty politician tries to rub out his opponents
The outside man fought another man in the rain
A business woman had to smooth for the correct spelling of her name
A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang
Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery was never neighborly, romancin', a jackpot
He killed his wife and drove to Vegas wit her head in a hat box
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
For steady cash flows,
niggas’ll blast you past the astros,
blow you like afros,
then little fast hoes, last all the fast dough,
they splash foes, red as tabasco,
they'll lay your ******* where the grass grow,
Runnin’ wit armies like they Castro,
them Donny Brasco’s get Johnny Doj around they last holes,
keepin’ em half froze,
put in shiny boxes, rockin’ they last clothes,
The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast,
Body got found down on the back roads
where all the trash blows
And broken glass globes,
dip chicks slicker than Castrol
lol, i forget the rest..
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out
I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth
Can I sleep in your den? I'm mad 'bout how she's shanking me with my house
I wrote this thing from amongst the best
She aimed it out, the time
Give me the biggest ****ing shot of disastrous ass-backwards
Triple X 1000 proof shit in a glass
Better get the whole bottle
Better yet I'll get water, I don't drink
Just give me the keys to your Civic
It's the director's to the brink
I'm, um..
I'm kind of in the mood to get shot
I'm sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by cop
The little fake hold up the clerk but I'm not loaded
The jerk at his work at my worst
By the burst, it's a loaded gun
And when the cops come
I'll aim it at they face until they lay me to waste
People will blame it on race, riot, and **** up the place
Deface all in they path and
That's what I call a crime of passion
Time, give me some NyQuill and a Tylenol
I wanted you in space
But not the shit that I do to the wall
And maybe I should call
And maybe I just **** the **** off
Cuz, it's my fault, and I ****ed it all
What am I, 10 again?
This shit was messed up from the beginning
And I knew I'd fall in love and then I'd lose it
And lose a friend
Maybe it's her fault
She never seemed to try
Time, give me a second, I've got something in my eye
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
Check it, I grew up a f*ckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f*ckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The n*gga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, n*gga I'm too fat
I f*ck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, mothaf*cka
"As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
Quick to grab the right ***** and make her drive
the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't **** up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
**** the world, **** my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die"
Creep with me as I crawl through the hood,
Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood
Kickin dust as I bust **** peace
And, the motha****in drug police
You already know I gives a **** about a cop
So why in the **** would you think that it would stop
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre, (whatup, Snoop) yo I got the feelin
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin
Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the mother****in' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me
And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup ******?
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the motha****in 22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so **** 'em!
Here come the rukus,
the muthuf***in' rukus,
thousands of cutthroats and crumb snatchin' f****ers,
Straight from the brain i be givin' you tha pain,
anger, comin from tha 36 chambers, Bang!, Tical,
Hittin' wit tha buddah fist style,
shotgun, slammin' in yo chestpiece, Blaw!,
your frame, gets blown all over the terrain,
like a man without no arms you can't hang,
Time for a change of the God,
You been arrested, fully record or you barred,
for real check it,
I pull strings like BB King on guitar,
I'm the True Fist of the North Star!
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
On the CD it's called ''Holocaust (Silkworm)''. It's off Bobby Digital In Stereo by RZA.
Here's Doc Doom's verse from the same song. I wish Black Knights would get together and make a proper, Disciple-produced album. As a collective they're easily the most exciting Wu Fam lyricists.
Who we are, yo, yo, yo,
You can't escape from the Dr. of Doom
My lyrics loom on bufoons and take flight like witches brooms
At full moon on all you dumb-dumbs,
Watch your filth rise away like soap scum
The warlord swingin flaming swords just like a shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin' archmen
My Killa Bee sting remains accurate, like a marksman
So tape with caution, we attack like black martians
Corner of the market, by using digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, yall niggaz flatter me
With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock
From the outside or the inside, create intense rides
When my pen glides all MC's will get they heads flied
For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killa Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it, motherf*ckers
This verse is from my most favorite 2Pac song of all time and still is since I first heard it in '94.
"Str8 Ballin'"
To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a motha****a when they mention me,
cause you ****in' with the realest muthu****u ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these b****** till they gone,
now who the hell can you get to stop me,
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse,
I keep my glock cocked, I need it cause they all shady,
I finally made it, now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE meh!
I ain't goin' out, I'd rather blast back,
I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack,
and I came up a long way from food stamps,
and takin' shit from a low-life ghetto tramp,
how could you blame me, if they sweat me I'ma open fire,
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die,
I'm representin' to the fullest, givin' devil slugs,
I'm on the block slangin' drugs, with the young thugs.
And muthu****u, we be BALLIn'!
hahahaha. All muthuf***in' day long! Stay strong!
You know, We st8 ballin'....
I could never get tired of listening to that jam.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
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