Originally posted by -hh-
FistoftheNorth> what's your fav G Rap album?
Damn, that's a hard one but if I had to chose between "4, 5, 6 " or "Roots of Evil "?....hm
Out of the 2, I'd have to say "4, 5, 6 " only because it has more tracks in it that I like, but just by only 1 or 2 songs, though. What's your's fav? (g rap album)
Originally posted by FistOfThe Northtoo many great ones
Damn, that's a hard one but if I had to chose between "4, 5, 6 " or "Roots of Evil "?....hmOut of the 2, I'd have to say "4, 5, 6 " only because it has more tracks in it that I like, but just by only 1 or 2 songs, though. What's your's fav? (g rap album)
Road to Riches, and Roots of Evil are my fav i guess. Giacana Story was nice too. Same with 4,5,6
i can't pick one
It's been twenty-two long hard years of 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 C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday 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 working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
^Inspectah Deck from C.R.E.A.M.
Originally posted by Inspectah Deckthumbup
It's been twenty-two long hard years of 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 C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday 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 working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic^Inspectah Deck from C.R.E.A.M.
bring drama like ya, spit on my momma
Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer
I'ma, head peeler, girl stealer
Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, HUHHHHHH!
When I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin left
I cook you up so quick they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef
My burner's in my left, I'm not the type to fight
I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite
So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun
The gat to your back, I'm smokin everyone
Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the trigger
Who's in the house? HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas!
^Biggie Smalls from A Buncha Niggas
''Terror's what I am, terrorism's what I rep,
Rap heads bely we don't forgive or forget,
Strapping down the mic, kamikaze rock the mic
Suicide, stage dive, it's gonna be a live night
Now just to be accurate, label me immaculate
Short fuse like Montagues fuel Capulets,
Elaborate labyrinth, lavish pimp pattering
Rip, rude to ravishing, cabbage scavenging
From word babbling, babbling brook and words travelling
Like Miles Tattling, I'm kind of partial to battling,
Haven't you heard, you got beef I rustle cattle then
Hit the sunset saddling, rap Bronco
Riding over tracks, Lone Ranger and Tonto
Compose on the console, making it feel better,
Sunny to ill weather, I'm a all-season pro''
> Senim Silla - Slang Blade
''Yo, this is Ghostface/Theodore, I'm magically suspicious
Police try to get money, and sell my pictures
To the star ledger, inquirin' minds wanna know
How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow
Where the bird go? That shit flew south for the winter
Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan?
Did I really dodge death? Am I true Ironman?''
> Ghostface - Hideyaface
''You fidget like a nervous culprit, gulping,
Sweat a bullet, dead emotion sequence reactor,
Speakin disaster, who leaps off the canvas
To provoke a sidewinder snake in the grass
With dirty belly and his work to sell me,
I've got my word to tell you, I got absurd magics,
But it works like pistons pumping through the realm my fam inhabits
Not a rabbit-hat combination, nah
More like I spit pixie-dust till this mixed paper community combusts''
> Aesop Rock - Sinister
Kool G. reflecting on the "Scarface" movie scene where Tony Monatna and Manolo kills their boss Frank and that DEA cop.
He had the rapid flow on this one. It's like he didn't even stop to breath, he just kept goin' and goin', rippin it mad fast just perfectly in synch wit the sick beat provided.
Fireflash, I left another one of them splashed.
The bloodbath. 3 niggas found dead on the Ave,
When to a phone to hit my nigga, Big C, swiftly,
Yo check the s*** G, these niggas tried to hit me,
Yo meet me in about 50, wit big gats, so move it quickly,
I'm about to hit D, put that mo****a 6 feet.
*Ey yo wat happened G?*
Niggas on the Ave was clappin' at me, bussin' at me,
tryin' to put caps in my nappy,
*Yo as long as you made it kid, I'm happy*
We're still goin' to where this cat be
wit A-K's all day, called up my nigga J,
call a nigga Damien for me ok
Make it about 3:38, straight this is what you say,
Ey yo, we ****ed up, he got away.
If he play, i'ma split his tupay.
We on our way to this niggas office,
wit armed forces, he showin' softness,
and watchin', horses racin' wit other bosses,
Pulled out the torches, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned,
he probably got numb, knowing he 'bout to catch a hot one,
terrorizin' the whole spot son, the phone rung,
he acted like it was the wrong number, lookin' all dumb,
Hands on my glock son, 5 minutes later the shots rung
that nigga got done, died wit his hands on a cocked gun.
G. Rap.
"**** all y'all non-believers, I roll wit God, the squad and T.S.
Out wit the BS; we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drownin with diamond boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin you down with the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit, now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the Ac[ura]
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a ***** on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose" - BIG MOTHER****ING PUN!
🤘 🤘 🤘
Three To The Dome
classic song, Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap and Chino XL
if you haven't heard it, i'll try uploading it for you guyz
[Big Daddy Kane]
Uh-huh, you in the perils of the lyrical heroes
That rule just like the pharoahes
Robert DeNiro's got it covered just like sombreros
Seek shelter, here comes the warpath
Anyone who's tryin to reign, I change the whole forecast
If I slip, half a herd he learned
This murder he earned ?in turn? ? turned his body to third-degree burns
You're purely pathetic, I won't let it
And once I set it, the after-party's in the paramedics
Vulgars, come back when you're older
Talkin like you're grown, you cats is small soldiers
Enough of them as the god muscle in, it's puzzlin
You couldn't carry weight if you was hustlin
Style ain't even de-cent, them not gonna squeeze none
Please dun, give me one rea-son
What I, say in a verse will be slayin you worse
As I wet em up just for the sake of obeying my thirst
Anytime anywhere, without any fair
I'll do it with any hair, what da deal, ain't he there? wha what
What I do will be crucially brutally
Usually legal and rippin stupidly, ain't nuttin new to me
What I spit attract felons, crack melons
Leave the chickenheads back swellin
Game tight wit the way I'm livin
I bag birds and I stuff em like Thanksgiving
My bad self, get more love than tennis
>From New York to Venice
Black as a dentist here to represent to live wit the menace
To win the apprentice, if your heart shows stealth
You better watch yo' self before I stop yo' health
Cuz then the props here baby, you ain't gettin
You better recognize, the true and livin
You played yourself fast, put two quarters in your ass
What I meant? Arcades done went up to fifty cent
[Chino XL]
That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of
Wit one verse, shittin on a whole label roster sampler
My first name:Chino, my last name:Went There
Leavin rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair
Wit lyrical warfare, when I spray shit
My style like AIDS, half a y'all got it just none of y'all is sayin shit
I hate and spit at devils that want to posses Chi
Jesus came in the vocal booth, like "Nigga, you the next me!"
So test me, battle and you will become a dead man
And there's a lot of fake Chino's like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
Writin more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh, like fat asses on a nun
I'm God's bastard son, that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
I hate you wit a passion, make white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
Historically know for bringin down the house like I'm Samson
My damn tongue bursts, in the the first verse there's a bad curse that hurts
I'm leavin wack church passengers inside of a fast hearse
Escapin the wrath of Jerse
It's a sad earth when my pen dirts
Axe murderer type of massacre occurs if we match words
I'm past blurs, I smack herbs
Gritty-green eyes like Badu
Leavin minds ****ed up like Maxwell's hair-do
And I'ma be the sickest till I'm dead
The type to rent Halloween 4 eight times just to laugh at LL's head
My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up
[Kool G Rap]
The Godfather saga, hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
Funer-als crowded like soccer while I'm watchin opera
Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
Binoculars is how I'm watchin droppin from the chopper
Mafia imposter
You're left for dead wit your face inside of your plate of pasta
?Freddy in a hasa?, salute to my crew to prosper (salute)
You know how we do, we icepick the boulder
You get dabbed over glasses of ice wit the Bolla
Blood on your shoulder, make costra nostra
Keepin the heater wit the toasters
Dough in the sofa, cashmeres and gator loafers
We bullet-proof the Rovers, pimp-smack you sober
Our whole crew is ?skippin? lieutenants and soldiers
Flip on you the way Montana did to Minola
Condition vulgar holdin on blowers older than Yoda
Leave bad odors when we give cobras crystal like Yoga
Colder than the caps that's in the Polar, bubble like soda
?Been in Egypt for loader foreliners over?
Cross me, cut our your momma's ovaries
Kid you know the steez, have your wake smellin like potpourri
On the low-key, ship keys to over-seas
My shit gets sold quicker than groceries
K-double-O-L-and-G, you know it's me
Originally posted by -hh-
Three To The Domeclassic song, Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap and Chino XL
if you haven't heard it, i'll try uploading it for you guyz
[Big Daddy Kane]
Uh-huh, you in the perils of the lyrical heroes
That rule just like the pharoahes
Robert DeNiro's got it covered just like sombreros
Seek shelter, here comes the warpath
Anyone who's tryin to reign, I change the whole forecast
If I slip, half a herd he learned
This murder he earned ?in turn? ? turned his body to third-degree burns
You're purely pathetic, I won't let it
And once I set it, the after-party's in the paramedics
Vulgars, come back when you're older
Talkin like you're grown, you cats is small soldiers
Enough of them as the god muscle in, it's puzzlin
You couldn't carry weight if you was hustlin
Style ain't even de-cent, them not gonna squeeze none
Please dun, give me one rea-son
What I, say in a verse will be slayin you worse
As I wet em up just for the sake of obeying my thirst
Anytime anywhere, without any fair
I'll do it with any hair, what da deal, ain't he there? wha what
What I do will be crucially brutally
Usually legal and rippin stupidly, ain't nuttin new to me
What I spit attract felons, crack melons
Leave the chickenheads back swellin
Game tight wit the way I'm livin
I bag birds and I stuff em like Thanksgiving
My bad self, get more love than tennis
>From New York to Venice
Black as a dentist here to represent to live wit the menace
To win the apprentice, if your heart shows stealth
You better watch yo' self before I stop yo' health
Cuz then the props here baby, you ain't gettin
You better recognize, the true and livin
You played yourself fast, put two quarters in your ass
What I meant? Arcades done went up to fifty cent[Chino XL]
That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of
Wit one verse, shittin on a whole label roster sampler
My first name:Chino, my last name:Went There
Leavin rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair
Wit lyrical warfare, when I spray shit
My style like AIDS, half a y'all got it just none of y'all is sayin shit
I hate and spit at devils that want to posses Chi
Jesus came in the vocal booth, like "Nigga, you the next me!"
So test me, battle and you will become a dead man
And there's a lot of fake Chino's like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
Writin more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh, like fat asses on a nun
I'm God's bastard son, that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
I hate you wit a passion, make white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
Historically know for bringin down the house like I'm Samson
My damn tongue bursts, in the the first verse there's a bad curse that hurts
I'm leavin wack church passengers inside of a fast hearse
Escapin the wrath of Jerse
It's a sad earth when my pen dirts
Axe murderer type of massacre occurs if we match words
I'm past blurs, I smack herbs
Gritty-green eyes like Badu
Leavin minds ****ed up like Maxwell's hair-do
And I'ma be the sickest till I'm dead
The type to rent Halloween 4 eight times just to laugh at LL's head
My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up[Kool G Rap]
The Godfather saga, hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
Funer-als crowded like soccer while I'm watchin opera
Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
Binoculars is how I'm watchin droppin from the chopper
Mafia imposter
You're left for dead wit your face inside of your plate of pasta
?Freddy in a hasa?, salute to my crew to prosper (salute)
You know how we do, we icepick the boulder
You get dabbed over glasses of ice wit the Bolla
Blood on your shoulder, make costra nostra
Keepin the heater wit the toasters
Dough in the sofa, cashmeres and gator loafers
We bullet-proof the Rovers, pimp-smack you sober
Our whole crew is ?skippin? lieutenants and soldiers
Flip on you the way Montana did to Minola
Condition vulgar holdin on blowers older than Yoda
Leave bad odors when we give cobras crystal like Yoga
Colder than the caps that's in the Polar, bubble like soda
?Been in Egypt for loader foreliners over?
Cross me, cut our your momma's ovaries
Kid you know the steez, have your wake smellin like potpourri
On the low-key, ship keys to over-seas
My shit gets sold quicker than groceries
K-double-O-L-and-G, you know it's me
lol!
yea
Big ups to G. Rap, Chino's nasty too
I've never heard of that Kane track but was that G. Rap track from "The Giancana Story "?
Dear then, I'm writing from the now
Trying to steer this crooked zen somewhere else and warn your crowds
The current date somewhat irrelevant, I can't see through this cloud
Wish I could say these bunk samaritans boogied to make you proud
Spawned a thousand grand objects dot daughters
But these fathers bothered only to harbor pain in the nostrils
The sparkle in they iris fell to earth
Dissention of the jackal hybrid overloader, draped over the curse
Now from the sunniest of meadows to the bummiest of ghettoes
Every man bloodthirsty buzzard behind sweet hummingbird helloes
And its portable mayhem that stems from every a sentence burdened
And it's the result of sheep refusing to be herded
Radio, television mixer, hand cannons
Ying yang, the worker ants war dance for carjackin bandwagons
And I preface my apologies with a buckle that latch up, soldier
Hoping your professors counteract their predecessors
I know my job and bully my heart into every token tossed
I wish I had a penny for every word that I spoke and lost
Some cats never soaked up (?) elixir
Oblivious to the wild dogs procreate well beyond modern man's victors
And I'm done, I just completed knot thirteen, it's sliding well
My neck fits to perfection, I hung it inside my cell
It's in your hands now, closed eyes, pick off (?) departing
Leaving you this letter and this worldwide ****ing mess, I'm sorry
- Aesop Rock
Ha ha ha ha!
The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe
A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe
Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre
Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay
Danger with the vest screamin "Shoot the DJ!"
Doom clickin over two chickens, three-way
Four in the 5, a cork on the freeway
Villain find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say
... state your intentions
"I really love your tape but I hate your inventions"
Very well - what you want, a brownie?
He took off the mask and whispered "Put me where you found me"
He kept his paper digits in a chunk
Once joined a rap click - midgets into crunk
He did a solo on the oboe
Coulda sold a million then the Villain went for dolo
... and cited creative differences
Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses
Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt 'em
The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the {****in shit} out 'em
- MF Doom
On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday
watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels
I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl
And a paused beat from my stereo
Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach
Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse
Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you
But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo
And, I might be buggin but it seem to me
that cartoons be realer than reality TV
They inspire my decision to be open and listen
But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position
Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past
that's similar to the cast of Different Strokes
Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke
The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke
I draw on anything for inspiration
A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station
- Talib Kweli
Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary
- Talib Kweli
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all
- Mos Def
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart
what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.
^omg toooo illlllll, one of em's greatest verses ever IMO
Don't even talk about guns; the only "nine" you got
is a five dollar bill and four ones
^hahah dooope...