Friday, 4 May 2012

DJ Shortkut '90's HIP HOP Video Mixtape'

Ahhhhh yeahhh...

Friday, 16 December 2011

Black Moon - 'Who Got The Props' Video & Lyrics



 Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
Suckers want to flow but they got no show So I'm a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned Buckshot's the one that gets the job done Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set Get ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret No holds barred, and complete move fakers Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her If she's a crab I'm a diss her and slide If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side Word to God, here I come so make way Rugged and rough, killing your set every day Microphone check 1, 2, here we go And I'm a let you know, who got the flow Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon Suckers keep stepping, so I'm a let you know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x) One Mississippi, two mississippi Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's But I'm a get paid from the 90's Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie Kicking flavor, with my life saver techniques Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill See I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothing This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting The ones who tried to diss and play high? Oh no Just cause you had low, see now I got dough And I'm paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do Yes and low, from head to toe to let you know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x) I'm the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/vzE Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy When I swing an ep girls call me "big pappy" I used to play a game called "Ring Around the Rosey" But now I play the mic, that's why the whole world knows me I'm sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush You'd better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker Cause I'm a set it off with one shot One trigger, one nigga, dove heads drop Don't even try to play me out cause static Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic Rip the set, my friend's mad tight Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I'm a let you know Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x) One, two, melody shows And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40 Never ever ever get played, KILL THAT Bust a mad cap in your back cause I'm all that Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn Elude the hook and, your whole beat's tookin' Must take charge, bomb guard, I'm the man Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose When I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro And I'm a let you know... Who got the props? *bo!* Who got the props? *bo!* 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Mobb Deep 'Survival of the Fittest' Video & Lyrics

Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. [Prodigy] There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide forever from these, streets, that we done took You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I'll cut you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act I'm fallin and I can't turn back or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive [Chorus: Mobb Deep] Yo, yo We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die (we livin this til the day that we die) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realize [Chorus: Mobb Deep] We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) (the strong survive) [Prodigy] Look in the eyes and get wise Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that..

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Ultramagnetic MCs 'Raise It Up' Video & Lyrics



Off 1993'2 The Four Horsemen LP

Yeah... yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And I want some... old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare

Verse One: Kool Keith

They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like I used to be on Critical Beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em
They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin big words
I went to college, I'm even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I get atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom I'm in my own world
Galaxy raised! Powerful

Chorus:

Raise it up (8X)

Verse Two: Ced G

Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Now back in the days and we used to use elevation
And then the people said "What's up, with UltraMagnetic?
Yo they sound kind of crazy, Kool Keith is a psycho
Ced G is a scientist, the lyrics are hyper"
Creating a fusion, of sampling hits
We all came down just to be distinctive
Some rappers complex, but they can't see the music
We show orchestration, and with funky prevention
It was different and black, and it caused devestation
Gotta new bag, signed a deal with Wild Pitch
Now we're back on the street, with the flavor you missed
So get with the program, Ultra hot off your real high
I know I'm a real pro, like Michigan Fab 5
Runnin and shootin, for me alley-oopin
Is makin an album, with big distribution
Promote it and hype it, make up posters then snipe it
Raise it up!

Chorus

Interlude: Announcer

Ladies and gentlemen, live from Flatbush Brooklyn
I bring to you tonight, the Godfather Don
From the Orphans...
("Hit it!")

Verse Three: Godfather Don

Lookin down the barrel of a gun is no fun
So for some, I rum-pum-pum and flip, like a tongue
of young dragon, with the force and ten sacks of buddah
To wax a crew of jacks and looters, even your hoe I shoot her
In the face, with the mother-uffin bass
Now taste the venom of the ish that I sent em
And foes, that doze, I chew em like gristle
Wipe my mouth with tissue, there's no issue
I'm first print, mint, check the wizard
The force of my blast, blow em like a Tec in a blizzard
Now what is it? Exquisite physics to stain your brain
When they visit cardiovascular masterer, words are massacred damn
I got beats rhymes tanks gats includin Ultra
Check the loop, snoop low we do ya like a vulture
Back in the days, there was just beef and knuckles
Nowadays, a beatdown consists of some clips
My oowop, rips with abandon at random
Whiff, you be ghost, like Michael Landon
When I bust amazing nuts you play the cut
The Father's Ultra paid, I raise it... up

Chorus: repeat 2X

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Fat Joe 'Shit Is Real' Video & Lyrics



Off 1993's Represent

Yeah
This is goin out..
to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah

This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
where at the age of 14 I was already knockin off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death -- every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..)
See I just didn't give a fuck - and if you had a C-skin
a leather bomber, you was gettin stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cuz
See shit was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my moms was on walfare
Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there
So what the fuck was I to do
I'm sick and tired of bein the bummiest nigga out the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin dick
Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass [gunshot]
Just to let ya know how I feel
Word em up, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real

[Chorus: (cuts "Down on the reel to reel")]

Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
Word up, the shit is real

Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin mad loot, gettin paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
that Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin cops arrest me (yea!)
But the shit will never stick
I make one phone call and be out like quick
Cause Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin jealous cause they know I'm livin fat
Talkin shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo don't sleep (word!)
And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real

[Chorus: (cuts "Down on the reel to reel")]

Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real
Yeah.. aiyyo it's real

Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this song (why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond
I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz
sayin that they catchin bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it before
You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore
Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull rappers come up with
And all ya bitch-ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin shit is real
Hey yo, it's real

[Chorus: (cuts "Down on the reel to reel")]

Aiyyo the shit is real
Aiyyo it's real
The fuckin shit is real

Word up!
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Funk Flex, Zulu Nation
Jazzy J in the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real

Monday, 20 June 2011

Ahmad 'Back In The Day' Video & Lyrics

Off of 1994's debut LP Ahmad Timeless...




Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
But some days i sit and wish i was a kid again
Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
But some days i sit and wish i was a kid again
Back in the days

Verse one:

When i just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if i could kick it so
When he went out with girls i could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, i think i was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
Sayin "yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin bk's
And, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, i still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years i was raised, back in the days

Chorus:

Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
But some days i sit and wish i was a kid again
Back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore
But some days i sit and wish i was a kid again
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

Verse two:

I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and i were in junior high
In 7th grade, i hated school (wish it'd blow up)
No doubt i couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, i'm glad cuz when j.j. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
Dudes, had on nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, cuz it was either that or k-swiss
I miss those days, and so i pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all i had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
And i'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes i do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years i was raised, back in the days

Chorus

(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

Verse three:

Well, it's the niggerole, i figure that now i'm all grown up
Because i'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say i'm holdin
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
You steady bobbin your head and i'm paid, so i got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central l.a.
That's where i stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all i had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now i'm first
So (ahmad and the jones' is on our way up)
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but
Sometimes i still sit and reminesce, then
Think about the years i was raised, back in the days

Chorus

(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (i remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

Fades

Da Youngstas 'Mad Props' Video

Off 1994's No Mercy



Looking for a hook up on the lyrics.

Sunday, 19 June 2011

Mobb Deep 'Shook Ones Part 2' Video & Lyrics

82 posts and no Mobb Deep! Whoops. Let's start rectifying this situation with classic ish off of 1995's The Infamous

Also, check out a great article on the making of this LP at Complex



(Intro)

Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain't got no feelins
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself 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're 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 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 nineteen 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
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting 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

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the killas and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no feelins
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

it aint nothin' son..
its all good...
you know what im saying...
(Talk fades out)

Da Bush Babees 'We Run Things (It's Like Dat)' Video & Lyrics

Produced by Ali Shaheed Muhammad, off 1994's Ambushed



[chorus]
Its like this y'all, Its like that y'all
We represent the hip hop, but not the rap y'all
Its like this y'all, Its like that y'all
We represent the hip hop, but not the rap y'all
Its like this y'all, Its like that y'all
We represent the hip hop, but not the rap y'all
Its like this y'all, Its like that y'all
We represent the hip hop

[verse 1]
Back in the days before I signed a line
When the babyface never got paid to rhyme
When Kane released Raw and everything was fine
Before the rap industry messed with my mind
I used to run to the jam snot nosed and all
Never tried to be hard, never tried to play the wall
MCs grab the mike tap the head and begin
Flowed for four minutes then passed to the end
But nowadays 'cause rap pays
You got a million rappers and a thousand DJs
All wanna talk about how much they flip
Runnin off at the mouth so much ya tongue was kicks
But thats aight, I represent the real hip hop
Because rappers just rap but MCs get props
And we run styles no styles no run we
Bush Babees run things represent who ya be

[chorus]

[verse 2]
Its a every style, nah gon live like people do
Now make a new style from run you
How does the Ambush crew a-pass through?
I make we tell them what fi do
Me say mercy, worse he
Bitter like circy
No have to bust a shot to make a next man hear me
Rush me, comin' from the music industry
Everybody wan fe be a bad man, them crazy
Easy
[?] an MC
A why do dem, a why do dem
Them would-a use we, nah just fe reach the top rung
But in the know we know we never sell out fe dem
They ask dem the question and its like them hear den
If reggae music and hip-hop upon friend
A message we uh send
To tell the all uh dem
United with [?] or divided [?]

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Its been a while since you heard somebody rhyme like this
The fortified mental grimy that you can't dismiss
At the top of the list because the masses insist
Its a must that I create to elevate from the abyss
The mind must be nourished so the truth can flourish
As the rubbish is discourage by the explosional floodage
Of my verb as I infiltrate your state the least when the energy's released
You can tell its coming from the East
So cease with your ranting and your raving
And all the misbehaving that you claim with your name
In order to maintain
That status on the mike apparatus
Everybody wants to try to sound the phattest or the baddest
Thats not the case when your standing face to face in the place to be
With the face to see from inner space, so
Face the facts and tell truth to the nation
Mr. Man and thats my representation

Keith Murray 'The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World' Video & Lyrics

FIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAHHHHHH!




Y'all mythological niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin' through like the flu bombing you
And embalmin' in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this Edition is all brand New
You're through, I make the planetarian like Doctor Who
So Who

Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin' rhymes 'til the A.M. vultures swarm
Not Quincy but I'm Back on the Block and not sellin' crack
I'm comin' in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin' black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin', I eat up everything up on the menu
And bend you and send you swayin', to be continued

The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya

Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the techniques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, I'm open, tokin', scopin'
Waitin' for the next nigga to get opened on
And break him down like an organic compound
That's the weight of the world as the Earth goes round

Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, Microphone Pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin'
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin' shit that we be bakin'
Never fakin'I gets down for my crown clown
Shakin' the membrane of Encyclopedia Brown
Freakin' the funk in any throw down
While you sustain' to the sounds, up in ya

But the most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya

I comes down breakin' ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when I'm on the microphone, I roam through zones
But don't be tryin' this shit at home
No matter what race, creed, color, him or her
I comes cleaner than Jeru and Damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber

I channel my anger from the double edged banger
And turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin' to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, Toys Ain't Us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get in ya

But the most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that
I get in ya

What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk, so come on down
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk, so come on down
What you folks want?

Friday, 19 February 2010

Mood 'Karma' Video & Lyrics

Almost a year without a post, we back in this bitch with a stone cold classic tho yo!



[Main Flo]

I had to stay minal, when DEA stopped my gray rental

Incidental, my girl home watchin Jay Leno

Prophecize, I pulled the wise

Wit frame eyes for disguise, talkin like them white guys

Shallow demeanor, karma was the main schemer

What could be greener, when all I thought about was Beemers

Then came the questioning

Arrestin me was steppin rare

Askin permission so he could say he kept it fair

Fake mustaches and hundred yard dashes

Through lake molasses because my government's so facist

Don't choose to ass-kiss dolo spots

I did the massacus on all areas, harassless

Don't wanna do enough confront a cew

That night I got two, went to sleep, woke up wit guns drew

No time for cryin cowards

Too late for fire power

Karma convinced me to leave him at his dying hour



[Chorus] 2x

Now leading back to that night

Reality strikes

Them unknown faces are the casualty types



[Donte]

When you watch yo' nigga rise and disguise

You despise cuz I built an enterprise

While you still livin lies

And I'm all you wanna be, but that's all you gonna be

Get your long path and yo' ass from in front of me

Niggas thought you had my back and you was stealin out my pack

When other niggas try to tell me "I wasn't even feelin that"

That's my ace, that nigga got keys to my place

And he know about the cash, stashed G's in the safe

Wait, no time to waste when best friends player-hate

Relocate, can't sleep, now I gotta stay awake

And take a still break, cuz I be dealin wit this ill fate

When niggas be fake, infiltrate and try to and steal weight



"The way I vex, will cause an insane karma" [Del] 2x



[Main Flo]

All up on the humble

Fuckin wit fake niggas that know I bubble

Precise juggle, cuz life is my type of struggle

Seven-fifty IL's, and tales of fly females

Who caught in these sales wit live details

Shades by Cartier, and big links that hardly play

It could be Auste, let's do this in a large way

I wanna see the Amazon basing

To set out to gather my thoughts into a calm basement



[Donte]

Man ain't nuttin change, niggas don't know what they facin

Already steady pacin, they seeds to be replacements

We ain't the felon type

Or into sellin white

Cuz everything money bring, children of the malonites

I'm Bob's song, provin Ja live, not gone

To pay a devil on a loan, got to rob yo' own

No love wit no peace, gave life to the beast

As the defecit increase, Exodus outta Greece

This note is legal tender, depths connect, render

Evil spender, people mentors resurrect to evil vendor now



Chorus 2x



"The way I vex will cause an insane karma" 4x

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Eric B & Rakim 'Microphone Fiend' Video & Lyrics



I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
’cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " yes y’all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small
Cool, ’cause I don’t get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother’s done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don’t need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I’m raging, ripping up the stage and
Don’t it sound amazing ’cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz it’s sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you’re stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
Cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend rakim
Spread the word, ’cause I’m in
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can’t solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that’s thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I’ll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? beware, it’s the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain’t stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I’m fiending for a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend...

(verse 2:)
After 12, I’m worse that a gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain’t the cinemas of "tales from the darkside",
By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
Make way ’cause here I come....
My dj cuts material....
Grand imperial.
It’s a must that I bust any mic you’re hand to me,
It’s inherited, it’s runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull’s back,
If that don’t slow ’em up, I carry a full pack.
Now I don’t want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn’t keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and gentleman, you’re about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can’t relax see, i’m
Hype as a hyperchrondriac ’cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke
More than dope, you’re trying to move away but you can’t, you’re broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I’m the remainder!
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And I’m a hit’cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you’ll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend...

Thursday, 8 January 2009

Ice Cube 'It Was A Good Day' Video & Lyrics

More ish on the Ice Cube tip... This video popped up on the first page of Digg recently, prompting me to realise that I haven't yet posted it on here... A crime as it's stone-cold classic material:



Just waking up in the morning gotta thank god
I dont know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didnt pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do
Thinking will I live, another twenty-fo
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and Im askin yall
Which court, are yall playin basketball?
Get me on the court and Im trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like m.j.
I cant believe, today was a good day

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didnt even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didnt even look in a niggaz direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to $hort dogs house, they was watchin yo! mtv raps
Whats the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and Im yellin domino
And now I am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody I know got killed in south central l.a.
Today was a good day

Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
Its ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The lakers beat the supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
Put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didnt hesitate, to call ice cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and Im coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didnt even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the goodyear blimp
And it read ice cubes a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didnt even have to use my a.k.
I got to say it was a good day.

Public Enemy, Ice Cube, Big Daddy Kane 'Burn Hollywood Burn' Video & Lyrics

As the 18th Letter once said, it's been a long time... No updates for a minute, but I'm aiming to change that in 2009, watch this space.

I had the misfortune of sitting through most of Ice Cube's family film Are We There Yet? over the Christmas break... I began to ponder the irony of Cube's ascent / descent into a Hollywood player, recalling most specifically the collab with Public Enemy and Big Daddy Kane on the epic Burn Hollywood Burn:



CHUCK D:

Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot
Goin' on first htey're guilty now they're gone
Yeah I'll check out a movie
But it'll take a Black one to move me
Get me the hell away from this TV
All this news and views are beneath me
Cause all I hear about is shots ringin' out
So I rather kick some slang out
All right fellas let's go hand out
Hollywood or would they not
Make us all look bad like I know they had
But some things I'll never forget yeah
So step and fetch this shit
For all the years we looked like clowns
The joke is over smell the smoke from all around
Burn Hollywood burn

ICE CUBE:

Ice Cube is down with the PE
Now every single bitch wanna see me
Big Daddy is smooth word to muther
Let's check out a flick that exploits the color
Roamin' thru Hollywood late at night
Red and blue lights what a common sight
Pulled to the curb gettin' played like a sucker
Don't fight the power ... the mother fucker

BIG DADDY KANE:

As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard
Thinin' how hard it was to those that starred
In the movies portrayin' the roles
Of butlers and maids slaves and hoes
Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized
When on the screen
Like a guess I figure you to play some jigaboo
On the plantation, what else can a nigger do
And Black women in this profession
As for playin' a lawyer, out of the question
For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term
Even if now she got a perm
So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee
Cause the roles being offered don't strike me
There's nothing that the Black man could use to earn
Burn Hollywood burn

Friday, 4 April 2008

Rap Charts and Graphs from Jamphat

Jamphat has posted an hilarious article, representing famous rap lyrics through Excel charts and graphs, laugh-out-loud funny if you understand the references...

Peep it here

Some of my personal favourites:







Thursday, 21 February 2008

Raekwon 'Only Built 4 Cuban Linx' Videos & Show

If you're not familiar with the Don't Look Back concept, let me explain... Artists perform ENTIRE ALBUMS from start to finish, in a single live show... A few months ago we had GZA The Genius performing the classic Liquid Swords in it's entirety... Upcoming in May, Raekwon and Ghostface Killah will be performing Rae's classic LP, Only Bulit 4 Cuban Linx.

In honour of what will no doubt be an unmissable, once-in-a-lifetime show, I'm pleased to bring you all the classic videos from this album. Peep it!

Incarcerated Scarfaces



Criminology



Heaven & Hell

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

Cool Kids 'Black Mags' Video

Peep it! I discovered these cats a couple of months ago, lookin forward to the album when it drops - news on that as and when.

They're being hailed as '88 revivalists - not something i strictly agree with. They may look like and reference the golden era, but the sound is a lot more contemporary. They kind of remind me of The Clipse - minimal, bass-driven beats.

For more tracks, hit up their myspace at http://www.myspace.com/gocoolkids

The video is pretty fly, especially if you're on a BMX tip.




Laters.

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Common Sense 'I Used to Love H.E.R.' Video



Boy I tell ya, I miss her...


I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
Ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few new york niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, Id be geeked when shed come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Now periodically I would see
Ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didnt have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, thats how we got close
But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And Im a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in l.a.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into r&b hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and its all good
I wasnt salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

I mightve failed to mention that the shit was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, shes universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now shes a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But Im committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hop

Big L 'Put It On' Video



Classic ish from the late Big L, rest in peace.

Peep the album Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

Thursday, 30 August 2007

Stones Throw: Madlib 'Beat Konducta in India' & Percee P 'Perseverance'

Beat Konducta in India Promo Video:


Madlib's 'Beat Konducta in India' was officially released on 28th August! I haven't managed to get hold of a copy yet, but I'm crazy excited about this album. The last Beat Konducta offering was tight and to be honest, when has Madlib EVER not delivered?

Peep the Stones Throw page for more information


Percee P 'Put it on the Line' Video



Another Stones Throw future classic, highly antcipated release is long-time Bronx veteran Percee P's forthcoming 'Perseverance' LP. Percee P has an incredible flow from times of old that still sounds fresh as hell.

The album is due on 18 September, be sure to cop it.

Bonus Video! Peep the Lord Finesse Vs Percee P, video... 2 veterans bringing it how it ought to be brought!