[PR316]

Its been a while since we've done one of these. Let me start it off with Nasty Nas himself.




New York State of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind


Keep em coming.

[Snoop]

Eminem - 313

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

[PR316]

^^^^^^Yeah that was incredible. Especially those bolded ones....

Continuing with Big Daddy Kane


How U Get A Record Deal?

On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like
a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog
I'm the untouchable, never to be took out
A Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince look out!
I'm keepin girls of all shades on my trail
From a Sister Act down to a Single White Female
Cause when I hit the skins they all say, "Damn Kane -
you knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign"
But if you think that lickin toes makes me weak
you better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleep
I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes
Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roaches
Point blank - I spell murder to a bum
All you backwards rappers - REDRUM, REDRUM!
Cause I do em somethin awful, break em down to a morsel
Makin sure that you're no longer adorable
Rappers get so quiet when I'm comin, that if they
shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from em
It's sort of a tradition in Bed-Stuy to do or die
So steppin to me is suicide
I couldn't think of a rapper takin mines
I feel like Ali, "I'm the greatest of all times"
Floatin like a butterfly, stingin like a bee
Yeah I know this ain't boxin but that's still my pedigree
But as for you, you have no appeal
How you get a record deal?

LMAO at the lyrics in bold. Hahaha.

[Warlord]

Nas is gay as hell. I can't believe that guy still has fans. Nothing lamer than multi-millionaires rapping about a life of crime. Unless of course those multi-millionaires really are still living a life of crime. In which case, that makes them complete fucking morons. Commercial Hip Hop is dead. Let it rest in peace. The only real hip hop being done now is the shit being sold out of some dude's trunk, with a CD case designed in MS paint or scribbled in magic marker. Winning.

[STEVENSKI]

Nas is gay as hell. I can't believe that guy still has fans. Nothing lamer than multi-millionaires rapping about a life of crime. Unless of course those multi-millionaires really are still living a life of crime. In which case, that makes them complete fucking morons. Commercial Hip Hop is dead. Let it rest in peace. The only real hip hop being done now is the shit being sold out of some dude's trunk, with a CD case designed in MS paint or scribbled in magic marker. Winning.

I agree 1000%.

[PR316]

Nas is gay as hell. I can't believe that guy still has fans. Nothing lamer than multi-millionaires rapping about a life of crime. Unless of course those multi-millionaires really are still living a life of crime. In which case, that makes them complete fucking morons. Commercial Hip Hop is dead. Let it rest in peace. The only real hip hop being done now is the shit being sold out of some dude's trunk, with a CD case designed in MS paint or scribbled in magic marker. Winning.

Well for a while now Nas has not really gone down the "gangsta rap" way. He's been rapping more conciously for quite some time now. His album with Damian Marley is amazing.

But I do agree with your point. Unfortunately hip hop became more about entertainment and image as opposed to skills and talent.


There is some good hip hop out there still. Your not gonna find it in clubs and radios though.

[Maxy]

I've been listening to this album lately. Pretty good.

[PR316]

^^^^^^That sounds pretty good, MAXY.

I'll have to check the rest of it out.


The new Raekwon "Shaolin vs Wu-Tang" is excellent too.

[Guest_ViperSniper_*]

Snoop bringing out some old 313 by Eminem!!
If that's the case then here is the 1st verse of Tonite, which rolls word, after word very nicely.

I'm getting mad love, I'm snuggling hugs
Druggling thugs, smuggling drugs, juggling jobs, guzzling jugs
So here's a toast to federal checks
Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts, huh
We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks
To find babbling Max, gaffling tracks
I grapple an axe for them baffling acts
The mysterious stab in the backs who dabble in wax
Still in my yard when I sculpted the culprit
The tall shit that will end up with his skull split
Then I buried the hatchet, I carried on my back
Butterfingers is here and it's necessary to scratch it
Baby all I wanna do is swallow one and two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends
So tonight I'm dropping naughty hints
To the finest women in the audience

[D-MARV]

Nas is gay as hell. I can't believe that guy still has fans. Nothing lamer than multi-millionaires rapping about a life of crime. Unless of course those multi-millionaires really are still living a life of crime. In which case, that makes them complete fucking morons. Commercial Hip Hop is dead. Let it rest in peace. The only real hip hop being done now is the shit being sold out of some dude's trunk, with a CD case designed in MS paint or scribbled in magic marker. Winning.

Why all the hate towards Nas? I think Nas was one of the all time greats...

I agree with the rest of this post though. This shit we got going now is fucking horrible.