Erg mooi stukje van Pac idd, Ook één van mijn favoriete verses

A seven deuce full of niggas goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they roll by
Recognize the plates, the faces look familiar
But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya
Don't murder me, murder me, kill a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggas in the seven deuce
A Mac 10 out the window, 'bout to let it loose
What could I do? Run for cover and return fire
Die motherfucker die, hope your ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I had
An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin' cops now
Barely breathin', trying to keep from gettin' shot down
*Boo-cow* was the sound, bullet whiz by
Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why, but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block
Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggas and the cops
Time to be a ghost

Heerlijk gerapped, en ook een afsluiter dat me doet shaken.

Big Pun in Super Lyrical

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you
My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm snatchin' his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

Shyrock

En dan doen we stads, zo is het, is het echt,
Kennelijk grensverleggend, beleggen, leg het eens uit
Slechts één , enkeling , alleen, ik wist het echt
met schijt voor cultivatie, voor aspirant aspiraties
Bereik hoet cuisine, dag hap vitamine,
behoefte elk wat wils, van elke voorkeur genieten "dus"
Droppen 16 en ik stiefel terug
Tunnelvisie biedt geen uitkomst in dit Kutgehucht
dus zing ik een Chanson, zo nu en dat wat Irish
spit agressie, in 16 met zang al staici, airie, mairie
vraag jezelf eens af, van verbazing verontwaardiging
van ik ken je toch gast,
zo vaak "die weet wat beter is voor je, hou het voor je" types
als goede vrienden van je wacke shit genieten, liegen
Rappers die link zitten smieken,
we zijn er klaar voor,
hou het zakelijk, zeker als je de naam hoort!

Zo vet geflowed.

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some punk that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

Tupac Shakur, Changess..

Weet iemand of deze beste man nog wat meer heeft gedaan? (/ of ie ergens mee bezig is?).

Shyrock was lid van Postmen. Voor de rest weet ik het niet.

- General Principles

Hehe, vroeg ik me gisteren ook af.
Postmen dus, zal ik zeker gaan checken. Kende de naam wel. Jammer dat hij geen solo heeft uitgebracht, heeft wel de potentië denk ik.

Hm, ik heb alleen Green van Postman (The Anonymous Mis). Die was OK. Maarja, dit geeft wel een reden om Postmen te checken.

shyrock heeft ook een stuk op balans met opgezwolle

Dat stukje tekst daarboven van mij is uit Balans

Ook een mooi nummer van Pac is Lastonesleft:

Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb
They never try me cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This Hennessey'll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo
Livin like a Don in my own mind
Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine
All the time drinkin champagne
Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open
Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin
My alibi, I'm victory
Like them other vile men I'm marked for death
Spendin my nights like its the last one left
I'm an outlaw

En als na "dus" die beat zo hard komt.. Kippenvel...

Kool G Rap's eerste verse op Fast Life:

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams a penis didn't cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

Een van de vetste verses die ik ken .

oeps.. je hebt gelijk.. ik las de tekst niet echt

Royce Da 5,9: Death Is Certain pt2:

And) Death is not no option
I'm pullin money outta my pocket tryin to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo' baby
The way that you would treat yo' blood, I'll pay!
As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are
Cause I be checkin ER everyday
I know we are a hairful - but doc
this ain't one of them that came through shot that shoulda been careful
Cause no dude could bleed; the way his heart pumps
more than any patient that rode through that you seen
The reason that he's my man
Cause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze my hand and he squeezes
.. so I tell him some things
Don't let them machines help you breathe, don't leave from receivin
'Round quarter to eight - his moms is sleepin
His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight (go straight)
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" He gon' tell you it's too late
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" It's too late

Dat is inderdaad echt een vette verse! Ook die verse van Nas is zeker niet veel slechter en daarna is er een goede combinatie van beide MC's. Dat nummer ademt echt een hoog classic-gehalte uit.

Qua rhymes misschien wel, maar ik vind de beat niet echt schitterend...

Ik vind alles aan dat nummer goed ook de beat, het is één van mijn favoriete hiphop nummers en ik vind het het beste nummer van het 4,5,6 album van Kool G Rap.

K-Rino: The One

They might just lock me up for sound abuse
Bite like a brown recluse, I found a noose
that grips the ground tight enough to break a town a loose
Reach back and smack you cause you questioned my validity
It took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in Italy
I'm finna diss my nemesis, till he's removed from the premises
I'm a twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitless
The mic chord strangles, a life of course dangles
My inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your ankles
We can do this for fun or we can make bets
I break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decks
You can't digest my words the first time, so you rewind
I'll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mind
You're tryna get at me, not knowin my words are crushin the South
The style I left so super sick, it left preachers cussin you out
Your stumbelin, over my words that will leave your skin crumbelin
All they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin and mumblin
... I'm The One!

Verse 2]
I love to release with steel my hollows fool
My knowledge left scholars bruised
My esophagus rockets fumes, solid pools of kinetic acidic molecules
I'm never rattled, in hand, lyric or gun battle
I strattled hurds of untamed cattle with one sattle
Dyin from the pain, tried to complain, but see I knew it mane
Once a month I take out my brain and let the fluid drain
Battelin me is like you and your girlfriend so you resent it
Cause when it comes to either one, yo ass couldn't last a minute
My lyrics trigger hypnosis and doses of multiple sclerosis
My high exploses infected most with tuberculosis
I slap men, half of his raps I leave them trapped in
Adapt in any climate, absorbin oceans with one napkin
I'll focus, and set up your stomach with dead locas
The head explosions scares MCs more then a red notice
Put rappers to work, instead of a check I send them a page
5 lyrics a week is equal to more loot then minimum wage

[Verse 3]
Now I done witnessed every move plus I done pulled every stunt
They call me period cause I come visit your girlfriend once a month
You keep throwin disses at me and here's what your goin to witness
Enough shoes up in yo ass to put footlocker out of business
Your calculations were way off, your practice didn't pay off
How the hell you gonna win a ring and you ain't even much met the playoffs
Erase your name off the map and start engravin mine
And set yo ass back like a clock, when it's daylight savings time
When it's over, all your partners are gonna know you got tossed
You couldn't handle me if I was a basketball and your name was hot sauce
If I got beef with a grown man then Imma say his name clean
I wouldn't care if you were underground, local or mainstream
I'll spit 3 raps to make things rehabilitate then relapse
Yo flow is dead, they couldn't find yo skill with 12 key maps
Styles shifted, these fake rappers tryin to be cool with me
His dead relatives comin back warnin him not to fool with me
K-Rino

eerste stuk

Now here’s a story about a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin’ quiet tears in the black seat
So when she asked me
“What would you do if it was you?”
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin’ me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain
Lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn’t me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin’ with your brains blown that you could make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
‘Cause they win when your soul dies

Tupac amaru shakur- baby don't cry

Shy Rock heeft veel op zijn naam. Hij is een van de Nederlandse Hiphop pioniers die al vanaf midden jaren Tachtig meedraait. Hij deed vroeger altijd mee aan de diverse parties die werden georganiseerd en heeft diverse nummers opgenomen. Hij is ook een een periode bekend geweest onder de naam Rolla Rocka.

Now we've been kickin it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight?
Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon' make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change at times
it's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch and ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home

2pac- happy home

PHAROAHE MONCH - When The Gun Draws

Good evening,
My name's Mr. Bullet
I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger
So make a note, take a vote
Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause
Whether domestic violence or coke deals
See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal
And when I kill kids they say shame on me
Who the fuck told you to put they names on me?
White man made me venom to eliminate
Especially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate
Just get in 'em, then I renovate
Flesh, bone, ain't nothing for me to penetrate
And it can happen so swiftly
One false move might just shift me
If I'm in-lodged and your soul's not claimed
I'll remind that ass when it's about to rain like

Het einde is ook wel vet:

I come through your city I'm hot
Whether you're jiggy or not
Whether your Biggie or 'Pac
"When the Gun Draws"

Hier rapt Monch in persoon van een kogel. Orgineel en erg goed gedaan. Het refrein is ook erg mooi gezongen, zorgt voor een perfecte sfeer samen met de intro.

Q-Tip op Excursions

Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status and before I had a pager
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop
I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael
Its all expected, things are for the lookin
If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture
of this black man, through black woman victim
Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground, the act is so together
Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
deliberatley cheered LP filled with streeet goods
You can find it on the rack in your record store (store)
If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored
and appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it
We work hard, so we gotta thank God
Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
If you dis... it gets drastic
Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy
If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand
That's the right hand, Black Man (man)
Only if you was noted as my man (man)
If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it
Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?)
A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)

(zucht) Mooi!

Zo visionair en nog steeds van toepassing. Strong Lyrics!!!

De La Soul uit 1996!:

[Pos]
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable

[Dove]
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts
Sick of Versace glasses
Sick of slang
Sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name brand clothes
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

[Pos]
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)

[Pos]
Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid
these brothers no longer talk shit
Hey yo, these niggas live it
'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dub, show your love, what you got to say?

[Jay Dee]
I say G's are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they co-starred
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
'Cause the stakes is high

Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high

I think that smiling in public is against the law
'Cause love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know and "How you, son?"
And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding heat
Hey yo, and how was the skins and how high
Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti

[Pos]
But they ain't organized!

[Jay Dee]
Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)

[Pos]
Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin' more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the

(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on

K Rino Amnesia

K-Rino:]
I don't know where I'm at, or who I am
I'm being asked if I recognize certain places and faces, scriptures and diagrams
Evaluations, to see where my mind is
They said I'd understand in due time, but I don't know what time is
They bring a woman in, to visit me
And she descriptively begins to give to me, vivid periods of my history
I'm trying to figure out, who this could be
A mystery at all persistively, right now I don't even exist to me
She kisses me, like she been missing me
Then instantly the doctor gives her paper, with twenty words on a list to me
For hours, he tried to empower me
And out of the twenty nineteen I couldn't place, but one was jumping out at me
I don't feel crazy, I'm very sane
I'm trying to gain recollection, the doctor matches pictures up to every name
I try to concentrate to remember, but nothing comes
I overheard the doctor, tell the same lady I'm suffering from amnesia

[Hook: x2]
My world, ain't the same
Don't know who I am, I don't know my name
Can't remember my life, I can't remember my ways
Can't remember my nights, can't remember my days

[K-Rino:]

Now, they bring me to a different bed
And hook me up to a machine, that gave it thoughts when they strapped it to your head
Was I a righteous man, or a evil dude
They judge my feelings to certain words, based on how fast the needle moves
My reactions, would diversify
The words they said sparked emotion, some made me laugh and others made me cry
The needle, jumped out at a crazy pace
And when he said the word from the list that he gave me, I saw the lady's face
They brought, a young child in
Who began to shed tears, until he looked into my eyes and started smiling
Like he was happy, that he found me
Something was familiar about the feeling, when he wrapped his arms around me
Listen something is coming back, I'm reminiscing
A distant memory of me and this child, but it was somebody missing
Where was this other person at
Part of this puzzle could be deciphered, or something could bring that person back
It's no mirrors, in this room I'm at
To prove this fact they handed me a picture of myself, and I asked em who is that
I start to drag, like I'm going mad
It was something making me feel hatred, for this picture even though I had amnesia

[Hook x2]

[K-Rino:]
I tore the picture up, and then I screamed
The frustration of not knowing nothing, to nobody was just too extreme
Hopes that my memory, could be redeemed
I'm still struggling with the one word that seemed, to out shine the other nineteen
They strapped me down, like a wild man
The lady walked back in the room, with another female who held the child's hand
When I felt that presence, it calmed me
But as they swarmed me, the calm became a storm cause what they sung alarmed me
I heard the hate they spoke, with optics blurred
Telling me the reason I forgot them, and myself as I forgot the word
Right then I felt it, like a gust of wind
A voice said wake up, I heard clapping and I was on a stage with two other men
Opened my eyes, and realized G
A hypnotist had hypnotized another man, and at the same time hypnotized me
He said raise your arm, and hold it up
The other hypnotized man was the doctor, and in my hand the list was folded up
I opened it, wondering what can it be
It was the nineteen words from the fantasy, the list consists of friends and family
Yeah my mother wife and son, is who those people was
And the one word from the list, that seemed to stand out was the word love
Yeah, suppressed in my subconscience mind
Amnesia in this case is when love is in you, but you forget to show it all the time
Now back to normal, he's converting me
Said I wouldn't recall a thing, went back to my seat
and told Dope I told you it wouldn't work on me amnesia