Guestverse van Sean PPPPPPPPPPP op "U Wonderin' " op de Buckshot/9th Wonder Collabo 'Chemistry'...

Komt wel nog leuk...

Hell,hell,bell.....


Kleuter rhymes...

Ah ja natuurlijk, inhoud telt gelukkig niet .

Bassie en Adriaans 2e album was beter als alle Sean Price bij elkaar...

Killah Priest B.I.B.L.E

Knowledge this wisdom this goes back when I was twelve
I loved doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
that I was paying, plus the praying
I didn't like staying cuz of busy-bodies and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs
Durin the service, he swallowed up the poor
And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold
And watched mysteries unfold
And dropped a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
cause if you do your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind?
From a slave we was kept from the mind
And from the caves he crept from behind
And what he gave, was the sect of the swine
When the bible, it condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your qigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban
No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie
No hocus pocus cause I focus on the facts
And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
And too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme
I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home, or sell books by the market
Need to chill and get their mind revived
For years religion did nothing but divide
The basic instructions before leaving earth

Wat zanik je nu... elke rapper moet rijmen met de woorden die er zijn. Talib Kweli rijmt ook op "game, name, fame" of weet ik veel...

Dat Sean Price je niet ligt, kan zijn, maar kleuterrijms is toch wel een brug te ver, hoor...

Die kerel komt gewoon altijd keihard met humor en heeft een erg leuke flow naar mijn mening.

Draait al lang mee. Check maar eens Nocturnal uit '96 met Heltah Skeltah, die kerel rijmde zijn keel schor.

Tsss, kleuterrijms.... da's kras

en zo'n commentaren slaan echt NERGENS op... Zou op den duur beginnen twijfelen aan je hiphop-interesse na zo'n opmerkingen.

Check me top 10 en m'n albums, dan zie je dat ik dit serieus meen....

Deze verse is echt master.
Verse one:
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

Nou wil ik van jullie horen wie dit is.

Zeg, ik ken mijn klassiekers wel, hoor, kerel...

't Is hier geen examen! Zowat 90 % hier weet dat dit Common is... Wat denk jij wel?!

En jouw top 10:

2 ervan staan in mijn eigen Top 10 en 4 ervan gaf ik 5 sterren... ik zei gewoon dat als jij Bassie en Adriaan (zogezegd) beter vindt dan Sean Price er toch iets raars aan de hand is met jou...

Timo710 , je bent echt láchwekkend bezig. Kap met het ''kennertje'' uit te hangen en keer Studio 100 de rug toe!

ik zeg niet dat je niks weet en ook zeker niet dat je top 10 slecht is, maar van p jay zeg ik dat die meer weet en dat zijn top 10 beter is.

is moeilijk te bepalen he...

Dat wel maar als je dit forum een beetje uitgraaft zie je wel verschil. van zijn top 10 is mening dat had ik eigenlijk moeten zeggen .

Ik noem me zelf geen kenner, maar die tekst van Sean Price vind ik gewoon niet indrukwekkend, en tsja, dat van bassie en adriaan zei ik wegens mijn review hier : http://www.musicmeter.nl/album/9804 . Niet echt om een diss naar Sean Price te maken... En ja ik geloof dat P Jay meer verstand van de soort heeft als mij, maar die verse was gewoon niet echt vet .

Trouwens, dat album van rhymefest op nummer 10 is puur omdat ik zijn personage goed vind, het is zeker niet het op 9 na beste album ooit, maar wel een van mijn favoriete albums.

Met die verse van common wou ik zoiezo de kenner niet uithangen, ik vond het alleen practisch onnodig om zijn naam er bij te zetten als hij toch hier erg populair is, daarom zette ik die zin er achter, omdat iedereen deze classic wel gehoord heeft!

Oke, einde "conflict", jongens... Er was gewoon een beetje ruis op de onderlinge communicatie.

Laten we gewoon blijven -in ons ogen althans- vette verses droppen!

oke deze sage francis: Ma, Ma--look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke 'em.
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn't say how to hold 'em.
Didn't say to give away every piece of the puzzle 'til i was left with nothin'.
But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land.
Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again.
I'm going city to city - i'm already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
I'll ride this horse 'til it it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down.
I'll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, 'cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
But i'm glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe.
Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face.
'Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap
the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees
when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh.
I don't need your "go ahead" to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy,
but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me?
Way too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put 'em on.
Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms.

[Mos Def]
Blacker than the nighttime sky of Bed-Stuy in July
Blacker than the seed in the blackberry pie
Blacker than the middle of my eye
Black like feh-lah man cry
Some man wan ask "Who am I?"
I simply reply, "The U.N.I., V.E.R.S.A.L. Magnetic"
Work to respect the angelic, climb the mountaintop
and tell it til the valley's enveloped
You're full of big chat but you nah know me
I'm dark like the side of the moon you don't see
when the moon shine newly

Dope track trouwens, Blackstar - Astronomy.

Erg dope song inderdaad!

Deze zin heeft me altijd erg 'geraakt', vind dit een prachtige weergave van een gevoel dat Mos heeft:



steeds kippevel om deze zin, merkwaardig, verder over 't algemeen toptekst!

mos def geeft me altijd het gevoel van een diepe eerlijkheid weet niet waarom behalve zijn teksten, maar dat heb ik bij weinig rappers zo erg.

Heel dat Blackstar album is gericht op de lyrics, dat merk je bijvoorbeeld aan de lichte beats.

Even iets recenters, wat vinden jullie van deze verse van Rhymefest?

Now your sister lyin for you when I walk in the house
She like, "Oh you just walked in, she just stepped out!"
What I'm two seconds behind you, take detectives to find you
Let me just, remind you, who the hell you lyin to
Said that you was goin out with Claire
I called Claire (Hello?) she was at home, you wasn't there
I'm like ahh hell naw, dawg she wouldn't dare
Dare she did, went to the club, there she is
That's my word, I started thinkin all absurd
I started listenin to Tank like {"Maybe I Deserve"}
Yeah yeah I cheated once, twice, maybe three
But hey, that ain't the point, we ain't talkin 'bout me
Don't change subjects and claim you love 'Fest
When every other day I don't know who you gon' fuck next
I'm thinkin you my girl, my lady, my boo
Tell me admit nothin, we can work this through - psych!

Het is een lyrisch wat zwakker nummer, maar ik vind de manier waarop hij stemmetjes in zijn nummer verwerkt en toch doorflowed mooi. En het feit dat hij tot nu toe nog geen enkele keer op een nummer heeft opgeschept is natuurlijk ook mooi.

ken eerlijk gezegd alleen brandnew en die vond ik niet echt goed dus heb me niet in rhymefest verdiepd verder.
Noem anders wat goed materiaal van hem.

Brand New was het dieptepunt van z'n album, Dynomite het hoogtepunt.
Zoiezo een goed album met een paar Kanye west beats.

Dit zijn z'n 2 sterkste verses op het nummer : More Ft Kanye west :
[Rhymefest]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This go out to every man tryin to achieve and hold his own
Them ladies are nice, but you gotta leave them hoes alone
They'll take it and bro, break in your phone, call your boss up
(Where that nigga at?) Or tell your wife to try to break up your home
Now your baby momma takin your son, learn from mistakes I done
Yesterday we all naked and fun
I ain't thinkin of none, break in and cum, soon as you done run
This is real talk, nigga one-on-one
Between me and you, now this mono-a-mono
How you gon' catch mono from a hoe that work at McDonald's
Now you lookin like the clown like Ronald
That's where Kels fucked up, cause young girls he decided to fondle
And I ain't fin' ta let HIV's in my bag
I'll start usin rubbers again, it ain't that bad
You gotta take care of yourself mayne, don't get grabbed
Cause if you die, people be like "Aww that's too bad"
I want (mooore)

[Chorus]

[Rhymefest]
Everybody so weak like, like, they afraid to speak
If you see that nigga violate then hit him in his cheek
Tryin to act like, like, you reppin the street
You ain't a gangsta, you a bitch with a beat
So it's time to make role call, then expose y'all
Adam & Eve shocked in the garden with no drawers
While niggaz gettin popped on my block with no laws
I grew up with Disciples that'll smash ya gold off
I never plugged, cause I know that when you do that shit
You locked in for life, nigga yeah, etched in blood
But it's hard to get respect when you less than thug
And you ain't fin' to serve here if you ain't with us
Us meanin them, them meanin G.D.
Gangster Disciples, the same ones that killed Cochise
So see, how he, well he, meanin me
Refused to be another nigga dead in the street
I wanted (mooore)


Er is ook ooit een clip van dat nummer gemaakt speciaal voor youtube : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnyB_8XBgF0

Common heeft hem ook ooit voorspeld als iemand die 1 van de grootste rappers gaat worden, en nu in beginstadium zit, Rhymefest heeft de scribble jam gewonnen waar hij het zelfs op moest nemen tegen Eminem!

Er staat een heleboel over hem op youtube, en zijn volgende album gaat veel meer media aandacht krijgen, omdat Sony zijn album extra gaat promoten, wegens het gesprek tussen (hoogstwaarschijnlijk) de nieuwe president van engeland en rhymefest, alles is te lezen op zijn myspace.

zal eens checken

Viktor Vaughn (MF DOOM) - Lickupon

Confirmation of your worse fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
I'm like, fuck it, bubble-baller
Catch ‘em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
Bastard, who could make G's faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
There's four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey
I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Fock, wat geniaal .

Uit diezelfde song:

Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coping more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker on
And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Jay-Z - D'evils

This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all trying to win, but then again
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much
You know they're trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils...

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still
close
Don't cry, it is to be
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils...

My flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie
You don't know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...

Heel dat nummer gewoon
Maar vooral de 2de en 3de verse.

Big L, op Day One (DITC) (deze doe ik, luidkeels, helemaal mee )

I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine
To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name
To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life
You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life
The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy
Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream
You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you
More nines and extra clips than you
Where I live it ain't a nice town
You can't walk around with ice down
Some clown probably gettin stuck right now
Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E
Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me
I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York
A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort
Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps
Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets

Klinkt het?

Hell yeah

Dizzee op Where's Da G's

Van mijn favo pac track:

Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be - through the misery that came to pass
The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave
I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin up call the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time