Heavy D You Aint Heard Nuttin Yet

Why is it that noone EVER brings up Heavy D in a conversation about old schoool rap? Heavy, in my opinion, was one of the greats when it came to vocabulary, word play, delivery and swag. Who didn't like to see his chubby ass dancing while he spit "We Got Our Own Thang"? Plus nobody could say that Diddley D shit right but him. Let's rewind to that old shit for a minute.

Hear It!


How could I explain to ya -

the Heavmania

Tryna figure eight or make it simple and plain to ya

Hmm, I'm the Heavster, a rap register

That flows with cash so fast you can't measure the

Intent of content that I rep-re-sent

The format of my rap from past to present tense

Girls they adore me, they scream for me

Fellas get jealous cause the ladies won't ignore me

Ov-er-weight Lo-ver MCH-E-A-V-Y-D, rap champion

Ask Nick and Damian

Joe Black, Pete Rock, Billy Bob and they'll explain to ya

Who is the greatest, the biggest, the baddest! (baddest!)

They won't front, they know the Heavy D. status

My favorite, old time group came Gladys

Knight & The Pips and, love "Flip" Wilson

The Great Houdini was my, favorite magician

Sit back relax, cause Heav is on a mission

I'm a inject, de-tect, dialect, disect, direct

Heav is in effect - but you ain't heard nuttin yet!

Cappadonna Winter Warz

Hear It!

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song,

I keep dancehalls strong

Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong

Extravangza, time sits still

No propoganda, be wary of the skill

As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum

Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome

Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat

CD massacre, murder to cassette

I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet

One man ran, tryin to get away from it

Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh

into your chamber like Freddy enter dream

Discombumberate your technique and your scheme

Four course applause, like a black dat to dat

You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go except next show bro

Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin,

you don't want me to start tattlin

All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin

Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich

Every other day my whole dress code switch

So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry

All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry

Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen

Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out

I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill

See my face on the twenty dollar bill

Cash it in, and get ten dollars back

The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax

Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the shelf

And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7-1-6-0-4-9-3-11

And you could get long dick hip-hop affection

I damage any MC who step in my direction

I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard

Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd

My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.

P.L.O. style got thrown out the car

and ran over, by the Method Man jeep

Divine can't define my style is so deep

like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy

like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine

Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design

I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV

Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee

Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott

Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet

under vets, we paid our debts for mad years

Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears

and blunt power, born physically power speakin

The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin