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

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Can-I-Bus Desperados

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You can love him, or you can hate him, but Can-I-Bus is that same cat that went hard at L.L. Cool J and definitely got his attention. Still one of the baddest and one of my personal favorite MC's, Bus posesses more skill than most and is one of the most slept on lyricists of the present. Partly his own fault, Can-I-Bus was damn near flawless, but way too arrogant and attacked a veteran without first doing his homework. Respect, people. Never underestimate another man, the results can be deadly, or in Bus' case, career suicide.

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At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
and change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap,
instead of always tryin to diss back,
cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nasir
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear.


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Way too many albums, but few released with a major deal. If I had a major label, I'd sign this cocky asshole in a heartbeat. We need real MC's in the rap game right now. Major labels, ya fuckin up!



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Can-I-Bus
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Friday, August 29, 2008

Kanye West Diamonds From Sierra Leone

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What can I really say about Kanye West? Maybe that he could possibly be the most passionate MC to ever grace a record. Whether speaking through his vocal cords or through his soul filled tracks, one thing we are sure of is that is he speaks from his heart. The Louie Vuitton Don is not known to be the most lyrical MC, but can cause a raised eyebrow or two on occaision. As is the case in "Diamonds From Sierra Leone" from West's Late Registration album, which in my opinion is one of the hardest flows from this Chicago MC.

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I was sick about awards
Couldn't nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there's no convincing them
What more can you ask for?
The international asshole
Who complains about when he is owed
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame,
When he came, in the game, he made his own lane.
Now all i need is y'all to pronounce my name
Its kanye - but some of my plaques - they still say kayne
Got family from the D kin folk from motown
Back in the chi - them folks ain't from motown
Life movin' too fast i need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down
My father been said i need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceasar
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote kanye west off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
A&r's lookin' like "pssh we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
People askin' me if i'm gon' give my chain back
That'll be the day i give the game back
You know the next question dog "yo, where Dame at?"
This track the indian dance to bring our reign back
"what's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"
They pray for the death of our dynasty like amen
R-r-r-right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands...



Would have been better if were freestyling.
YOU 'SPOSSED TO FREESTYLE IN DA BOOTH!
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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Foxy Brown Affirmative Action

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Everbody acts like they forgot about Fox. You have to ask yourself how could anyone forget her supporting in role in Jay Z's "Aint No Nigga" from the Reasonable Doubt album at the age of 16. I knew thirty year olds who couldn't spit bars like that. The Brooklyn MC is one of the only female lyricists who successfully combine lyrical skill with sex appeal, and could hold her own on a record with any dude. In the rare event that she didn't, you felt cheated. The commercial aspect of the game is a bitch. If that performance didn't get you, and LL Cool J's "I Shot Ya" remix didn't do it for you, you had to be hooked by Nas' "Affirmative Action" from It Was Written.

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In the black Camaro

Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow

Wallabee's be the apparel

Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle

He money bags got Moet, Sean Don

Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do

My whole team we shittin hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar

I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin

Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera

Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is

I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies

Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!

We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi

Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan

On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke

Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though

Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar

Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla

We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip

Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three

We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream

Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through

So let's see, if we flip this other key

Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak

Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key

The Firm baby, volume one uhh..






Firm Reunion Nas Foxy Brown Cormega
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Xzibit Let It Rain

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Mr. X to the Z has been one the most fierce MC's ever, long before pimping rides. X rattles the game with his raspy, distictive voice, aggresive delivery and antagonistic style noone can immulate. The west coast veteran who has been putting it down for years gained much respect and some criticism for his 1996 Papparrazzi where he expresses his feelings toward bullshit in the rap game. Check the vid. X delivers a certain bite from start to finish in many of his flows as seen in "Let it Rain" which features King T, The Liks and Defari Herut.

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You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass
Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah)
More savage than any rapper on your roster
I regulate, extortin on ya R&B label mate
Xzibit rates the state
Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy
I'm tryin to keep the government off me
Dodgin hard time and house arrest
Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget
Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay
What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay
In his prime time, hustle for mine
Used to nickel and dime
Doin felony crime, but now I bust mine
Instead of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down
Me and my niggas with a fat one
Smoke 'em all down to nothing
Crushin rappers, bare Witness like Jehovah
Swore we haven't been sober
Since 21 and over





Xzibit Papparazzi
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West West Ya'll


Knockturnal Freestyle
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Knock, where you at????

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Mos Def Close Edge

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The Mighty Mos has proven himself to be one of the baddest lyricists in the game today with his cultured sound, wide vocabulary and ferocious attack. He has also proven himself as a musician, stepping outside of Hip-Hop boundaries, and experimenting with Rock and Blues elements, as seen on his sophomore effort The New Danger. Some might not identify with the Hard Rock aspect of Mos' more recent music, but give credit where it it due. Whether rocking or rapping, Black Dante knows how to get that foot tapping, and lyrically, aint a damn thing changed.


But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross
Have your preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross
Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse
Before they find out the town law's strictly enforced
It's a real bad way to get your name in the Source
Testin' the limits of a dangerous force
your ended up dumb famous and gone
Your people shoutin' out your name in they song
Pourin' liquor on the day you was born
Find paint to put your face on the wall
C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that
It's all good, we all here, goin' all out (all out)
All day, listen when this song say

Check The Vid


The Definition from the Blackstar album



Blackstar
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Monday, August 25, 2008

Rza Impossible

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Rza's style is somewhat an aquired taste, and because of his grimey style and rugged delivery, he is often overlooked as a skilled MC. As displayed in Wu-Tang Clan's Impossible from the Wu-Tang Forever LP, Bobby gives us a sample of what a deep and intelligent mind he posesses, beyond the "crazy, buss ya shit open beats."

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Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence

Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant

The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams

Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen

everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere

Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere

Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here

Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear

Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants

Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients

Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp

At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp

Electric microbes, robotic probes

Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips

stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated

Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated

Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration

Testin poison in prison population

My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan

Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men

like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article

was diabolical to the last visible molecule

A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron

Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron


From Rza's Latest Album Digi Snacks




RZA as Bobby Digital You Can't Stop Me Now
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Rza - freestyle on rap city
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While on the subject of Rza, here's my two cents on his latest album Digi Snacks. If you are a fan, and are familiar with Rza's previous work, Digi Snacks is definitely worth a listen. From a production standpoint, it is all that you come to expect from the Rza-Rector, reminding us why he is known as one of Hip-Hop most innovative and influential producers. However Digi Snacks does have a slightly different formula than previous Rza efforts. To remain relevant in THIS Hip-Hop game today, many artists seem to modify some aspects of their own originality, and in some cases fail horribly. This album is borderline, it contains hits, but an equal share of misses. Bobby has stepped outside of his normal boundaries with unexpected collaborations, such as production from David Banner, and in some instances, delivers a totally new sound (which aint always a good thing). The less favorable records could possibly have been saved with the help of his veteran Wu family, but instead feature Mc's who are not his level and have little or no chemistry. Style

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Eminem 'Til I Collapse

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One of the most ridiculous MC's ever to bless our eardrums has to Hip Hop's favorite white boy, Marshall Mathers. Since the release of the Slim Shady LP, Eminem's flawless flow and incredible rhyming ability has impressed rap fans all across the globe. Aside from being incredibly silly, sometimes past humor to the point where it is fucking annoying, Eminem's lyrical gift is undeniable and has only gotten more vicious with time and growth. I have to say that I am "Patiently Waitin" on this dudes return, hopefully he can show some these youngsters how it's done. So all of you heads stop trying to pretend like he's not one of the baddest because he's white, with your reverse-racist asses. Also, if you still aren't convinced, check "Til I Collapse." 1

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Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em


Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them


Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them


And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.


Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom


Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop.


Amoxacilin is just not real enough.


The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.


Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.


You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.


For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.

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