"Do you fools listen to music, or do you just skim through it?" Jay-Z

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Rakim The Saga Begins


The R the A to the K I M. The God Rakim. I figured I'd hit you off with more modern Ra because it seemed to have been slept on when it came out. Rakim always have been and will always be the greatest, don't get it twisted. "The 18th Letter" and "The Master" lyricaly was some of the greatest material ever written, but went mostly overlooked due to their lack of production. All real Ra fans know what's up.

Hear It!

Yo, the legacy lives, let em see what the pedigree is

Mega-thesis, blessin these kids with extra features

The depth's deep as, the deepest sea is

Telepathy increases melody hit speakers, telekinesis

Ideas appear as clear as, pictures in movie theaters

Lyrics you hear it, devestating the way you ear it

So stay tuned for sequels, part two's and more

So soon you and your peoples can bumrush the store

The name have changed the game remain the same

How Ra came to reign on his claim to fame

No stoppin this I'm droppin this with hip-hop in this

And when the topic is topicless, then I'm writing the apocalypse

So all hail the honorable, microphone phenomenal
Persona is unbombable, trust me son
I continue like a saga do, bringin you the drama to
allow you that the chronicle has just begun

The God Rakim

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Friday, August 22, 2008

Jay-z The Watcher 2


Whether you're a Jay fan or not, you have to give credit where credit is due. Seems like dude just rips a hole in shit when he got something on his mind, like he did on the Dre produced "The Watcher 2". Somebody pissed Hov off and made him show us why they SAY he is the king. In my opinion, this is one of the best flows to pass his lips during that whole mad comercial ass phase he went through, but later for that. Peep out the flow.

Hear It!

Things just ain't the same for gangsters

But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters

All of these rap singers claimin they bangers

Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers

Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners

I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers

I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was

Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners'

Fore you knew what hard white to tame was

I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers

I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers

I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was

I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was

Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us

Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas

You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night

Grand fucked up one fightI was on the Peter Pan bus

You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?

Allowed me to be taught

You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk

You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report

Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.

You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the doorlike "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!

You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut

You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up

Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches

You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous

I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game

It's only right I got the right to be king

Niggaz that got life really like what I sing

Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain

Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recitedin the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!

J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa

The past present nigga the future, proper

The holy trinity of hip-hop is us

We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops

It's the Roc

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Warcloud Holocaust (Silkworm)


We already know that them Wu cats have always been the main distributors of some of the illest lyrics ever spit, but this has to be the craziest shit I ever heard. 'Nuff just check it.

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still deceases 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, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed 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 simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloodybath
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

Check The Vid

Andre 3000 ATLiens


I knew for sure this southern MC was in this for good and ready take his respect by force if need be, when I experienced the whole ATLiens album. My man's flow, intellect, and delivery all topped off with that country-ass accent made heads everywhere say this kid is nice. Keep repping the A in a major way.

Hear It!

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation
to the female gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The Notorious B.I.G. Victory


Ok, close your eyes and try to imagine where the game would be if this dude were alive. Definately one if the greatest ever, his lyrical skill and charisma is still unmatched. But what the kid did on Victory was just nasty. He is truly missed.

Hear It!

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em

He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em

You heard of us, the murderers, most shady

Been on the low lately, the feds hate me

The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant

You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin

Duct tapin, your fam destinyLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist

Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal

Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars

And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike

Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson

Action, pack guns, ridiculous

And im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch

Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch

Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso

Now you call me castro, my rap flows

Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit

Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes

You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone

Hold hands and say it like me

The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic

Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic

Park did quick to spark kids who start shit

See me, only me

The underboss of this holocaust

Truly yours, frank white

Dark Man X Niggas Done Started Somethin


I have to start this off with X. I was hooked when I heard LL's "4,3,2,1" and my man said "But you asked for it baby!!!!" I remember thinking damn, that shit was kind of nice. Then I heard this cat kill it on Ma$e's "24 Hours to Live", I had to hear everything my man got on. I grabbed that "It's Dark and Hell Is Hot" album as soon as it dropped. Back then you couldn't walk the street without hearing somebody barking like X or harmonizing that X shit. Say what you want about his more recent work, "shit gabbage", "shit wack", "X fell off", but one thing about DMX, he did him and expressed himself, unlike most of these cats following trends and wack ass fads. Not a bunch of cats bold enough to attempt that one. So fuck all them legal problems, arrests and drug addictions, I'm still on The Dog's team, and I sincerely hope he get his shit together. We need him.
Hear It!

Don't come at me wit no bullshit, use caution
Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip,
when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than
three deep, niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be
puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's
under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[ Sheek ]
What's that?
[ DMX ]
Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets
cause like I said before ain't
nothin goin down until I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin
bitches and stressin bitches
Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin
bitches, and caressin bitches
And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
that come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty
Get it

These niggaz is for real
These niggaz ain't playin

This ain't no fuckin game
You think we playin?
Ruff Ryders

X and Jay Freestyle