hah KMC at it's finest, i love it. It's partly why i come on here.
check it..I'm gonna make an exception this one time for me since it's my thread anyway, but instead of a line or verses, i'm gonna post what could be my most favorite song of all time, on here. The whole thing, as tribute to it.
this next one's goin' back to what is one of the greatest hip-hop albums of all time. "Illmatic".
The illest tracks i've heard on that album, still to date, comes from Nas's "Represent", which till this day also happens to be my favorite track since i 1st heard "Illmatic" in '94 as a 17 yr old.
Here we go.
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle,
your murdered on the humble, guns’ll blast, niggas tumble,
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don’t care,
guzzlin' beers, we all stare,
At the out-of-towners,
they better break north,
before we get the 4 pounders, and take their face off the streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers,
The D's on the roof tryin ta,
watch us and knock us,
and killer coppers, even come through in helicopters,
I drink a little Vodka, spark an L and hold a glock for,
confronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners,
thinkin' it can’t happen till i, trap 'em and clap 'em,
and leave em done, won’t even run about gods,
I don’t believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards,
Nas is a rebel of the street corner,
pullin' the Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure,
Yo, they call me Nas, I’m not your legal type of fella,
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin' street dweller,
Who’s always on the corner, rollin' up bless,
When I dress, it’s never nuthin' less than Guess,
Ko be walkin' with a bop, and my hat turned back,
Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack,
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue,
The school drop-out,.. never liked the s*** from day one,
Cause life ain’t s*** but stress, fake niggaz and crab stunts,
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin' on mad blunts,
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator,
The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator,
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game,
Used to sport Bally’s and Gazelle’s with black frames,
Now I’m into fat chains, sex and Tecs,
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine’s and Beck’s,
No doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it’s about,
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan,
Around the time when Shante' dissed the real Roxxane,
I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block,
Every day’s a different plan that had us runnin' from cops,
If it wasn’t hangin' out in front of cocaine spots,
We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks,
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man,
F*** a yard god, let me see a hundred grand,
Could use a gun son, but f*** bein' the wanted man,
But if I hit rock bottom, then i’ma be the Son of Sam,
Then call the crew to get live too,
With swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow,
Mike’ll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit,
My s*** is on the streets, this way the jakes’ll never stop it,
It’s your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs,
Nuff respect to the projects, I’m ghost, one love..
Hip Hop at it's illest right there.