Ben toch wel benieuwd geworden naar die K-Rino..wat is zijn beste album, Hypno?

Ik heb 10 Year Run, Book Number 7, Timetraveler en Worst Rapper Alive geluisterd en vind Worst Rapper Alive het beste.

Dan zal ik die eens gaan beluisteren. Hij staat nog niet op de site, zal hem ook even (proberen te) toevoegen.

2pac - Life is a Traffic Jam

Life is too short, I feel trapped
Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back
Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic
Don't wanna get my ass kicked
So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck
When will you realize your fucked?
Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless
Victims to the games we play, stay focused
Watch for the crazy ride, don't lie
High till the day we die
I'ts my life
Tell me if you feel me
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam sincerely
Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul
3 voices you can't control
Remember life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam

Ik denk dat dit nummer vrij onbekend is. Het is een nummer van Tupac samen met Eight Mile Road. Het nummer zelf is uniek in de Hip-Hop (muziek) wereld. Het staat op de soundtrack van de film Gridlock'd. Een aanradertje (het nummer dus)

Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fuck
Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence
Everybody's got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing
Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
Everybody hates me
Everybody wanna fight
We can't stand to wake up in the sun
But can't sleep in the moonlight
I'm right there wit ya
I'm sicker than my own skin
I got the clothes and the jaded grin
I'm at the bar or the coffee shop
But I don't like drinkin'
And I fuckin' hate coffee shops
I'm off the stop and roll
It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl
This ain't amusment, I'm a loser
It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh
Got two cents
But everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my five-oh
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the carp it's like
p.o.s-p.os is ruining my life. Vooral hoe die het brengt is vet.

Digital Underground - Wussup with the Luv

[?]
Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every night
But Momma's gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night.
I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got [zo heerlijk geflowed!!!]
I hope she hugs me, 'cause she never dug me.
I figure still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school,
The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her,
Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought 'im, then she slapped me,
Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars

[Tupac]

God damn
Drug dealerz dealin to the kiddiez,
Livin in the city aint no pity on the itty-bitty.
We try to cry, but still they all die,
I try to speak to the youth, and the thruth is they all high
What can I say but watch yo back, youngsta,
Az I sit n wonda, my otha brotha iz steadily goin under.
It'z like a curse, and it hurts cuz it'z worse,
Mama'z krazy cuz her baby'z in a herse.
Wussup wit the luv?

Ik vind die verse van 2Pac ook erg goed bij Same Song. is geloof één van z'n eerste raps

klopt
(2pac- same song)
Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls use to frown, say I'm down, when I come around
gas me and when they pass me they use to diss me
harrass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me
Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high
same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy
(clamin that they must have changed,just because we came strong)
I remain, still the same (why Tu'?) cause it's the same song

2pac feat nas- thugs mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
But when I held that nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I've survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor
And no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs
We still visualize places
That we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion

een van lievelings nummers van 2pac

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaurA3enDlI

Jay-Z - 99 Problems

The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor <
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

Erg vet, mee rap stukje tekst. 1 van zijn beste nummers.

Eminem - Our House

Hey, Mom! Tupac's on the juke box,
So what he shot two cops, and raped a little girl, while two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were tryin' to frame him,
You and that Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! That ain't how you say his name, mum!
You're so lame, Don't you know anything?"
"Yeah! I know that you'll probably going join in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out. Where's my fuckin' walkman at?"
"Stop cussin' at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And quit talking black."
Well, Slammed the door and I'm out, Now, what?
It's probably warm in the house.
Fuck, I forgot my jacket, forgot it was winter.
I'm gettin' thinner, I'm hungry. Is Mom cookin' dinner?
"Mom! Let me back in! I forgot my coat.
Mom, come on, I'm not playin', It's cold!
Alright, sorry. I need a jacket,
Mom, look, My Tupac tape, I just cracked it,
Ma, please let me back in, It is Two Pack Shaker, I just asked him."
I'm freezin', (achoo) I'm sneezin',
I'm breathin' too much cold air, I'm wheezin',
"I ain't did nothin', I didn’t say "I'm leavin',"
I said "I'm goin' on the front porch to get somethin',""
(scissors cutting)
"Alright, here. Take your damn coat and leave,"
"Finaly!...Mom! You cut off the sleaves!"

Em, meester in verhalen in raps te zetten, met een geweldig gevoel voor humor. Vooral dat Two Pack Shaker!!

Proof - How Come

Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin
And poof it just happen
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babies aint starving at home
See the devil in your glance
Since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence
Thats forever till the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies
Aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise
(HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away
We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face

Deze verse zorgde ervoor dat ik het album van Proof ging luisteren. Veruit het sterkste verse van dit nummer. Geweldig gerapped, Proof viel me altijd al op.

Die van Eminem is erg leuk, waar staat dat nummer op?

Geen idee. Ik had het nummer vorig jaar per ongeluk gedowload. Het is een nummer samen met Limp Bizkit (of hoe ze ook heten) en het nummer heet Our House. Maar geen idee waar het op staat. Misschien kun je het los downloaden.

Staat op Off The Wall, een niet-officeel album van Eminem.

Deze is hier al meerdere keren gepost maar ik kan het gewoon niet laten:

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived

Vooral dit stukje vind ik zo geniaal gewoon!
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

Blueprint op Alchemy, en vooral hoe hij het brengt.

Atmosphere - Fuck You Lucy

Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed
Every action has a point, five points make a fist
You close 'em, you swing 'em, it's hurts when it hits
And the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits
I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says "Warning"
That's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left and save breath,
And avoid you, sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream, "Fuck you Lucy!"
But the problem is I love you Lucy
So instead I'ma finish my drink and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover

2pac - Deadly Combination

Follow me tell me if you feel me
I think niggaz is tryin to kill me
Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til I'm gone
Bitches be warned - word is bonb, you'll get torn
I'm bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it
This +Thug Life+ nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do',
with fo'-fo's..

2pac - Under Pressure

Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile
even now I keep a frown when I come around
don't ask me about tha past it was all bad
shots blasted will I last in tha wrong path
in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief
mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth
am I sick ? cause i'm addicted to get splifted
watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted
nothens changed cause in tha came it's a steady aim
fuck friends cause when in danger those niggas change
puff weed and stuff G's in my sock G
call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be
Times passen will I last here another day
I put my gun away and grab my AK
it's getten hectic I can't call it
house full of alcoholics
now we're niggas under pressure

Een van m'n favoriete stukken van het album Thug Life Volume 1 die ik 5*gaf. Op welk album staat dat ander nummer van Pac?

Vind ik zo geweldig hoe hij het zegt.

Toen Eminem nog dope was:

Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln
Till it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'm going for your mids
Here's a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib
Unless she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have both y'all get dead
Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper
She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her

En Biterphobia is ook ziek:
Sneakin in through the back door, fruity MC's get ambushed
Rammed and squooshed, slammed and pushed, crammed and mushed
Then I'm movin on down from the right to left
So bite the meth or prepare to fight to death
To get jacked, attacked and cracked in two
Smackin through 'til youre black and blue for actin true
I'm dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands
Proof that I be sniffin on aerosol cans
I'm stompin, I'm kickin, I'm chokin, I'm stampin em
clompin em, stickin, and pokin and clampin em
To electric chairs and tightenin bolts
Hit em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts
I'm zappin, rappers, singers, and dancers
Faster than you could snap your fingers for ransom
Cancer is in the flesh, alive and breathin
Survivin by connivin and theivin

I had a dream I was gettin jacked by biters
It felt like I was bein attacked by spiders
Developin a fear of biterphobia
I'm holdin a gas can and lighter over ya
If I detect ya, I'ma pulverize
Dissect your brain, diggin in your skull for lies
And I'ma torture, with material iller
than a stark ravin mad serial killer
I'm more dangerous than a loaded chamber is
A major risk to a plagiarist
So beware of the aura, A terror for the horrible
Will scare ya tomorrow, is the airbourne assault of the rappers
Hit the source to better my skills,
I head for the border
And run the Galloping Hills, the choice is yours
Cause now buddy's noises force me to scream til my voice is hoarse
Cause I'm sick of these jabber jaws and crap that grab at yours and savage yours to bite like labradors
In the range of my double-barrel
And your life is in danger, trouble, and peril

trample and stamp liars, like they were campfires
Cuz vampires right on my balls like clamp pliers
And swing on my big thingamajig
So I'm bringin my nig Proof for backup when I sing at my gig
Cause biters are fallin head over heels
In love with every rhyme that I've said over reels
That's how I became paranoid
Chewin my fingernails, pullin my hair annoyed
Cause every time you bit it was deliberate
So I'm forced to hit a little quicker with
an ultimatum I assault and slayed em
with rhymes and it's ultimatum just to cultivate em
Energetic and imaginative,
pronouns and verbs, predicates and adjectives
Will reach out and grab ya, 9 times outta 10
That's why I'm spilling one of a kind rhymes out a pen

Het 2de album van Big L

The Pharcyde-Passin'me by

Fatlip:

Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasnt such a wimp!
cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
The letter came back three days later: return to sender
Damn!

Wat een heerlijke flow!!!!

Jah, een geweldig nummer! Vond ik echt de beste verse van het nummer.

Nog 2 verses van GOD:

Extreme genius, means supreme linguist
Steam from the unseen beam, left teams spleinless
Thought schemes redeem, souls and bring cleanness
A king sleeps sixteen blings, could not dream this
Take aim shameless, rain and stood blameless
The untamed rebels I flame, remain nameless
Make it rain jugular veins, it's never painless
Craniums I drain, till frames became brain-less
I'm seeing far places, and evil that's unformed yet
The reincarnation, of people who ain't born yet
Bomb threat, tropical storm making your palms sweat
Human unicorn, who ain't developed his horn yet
If you blind, follow my design and find me
Ahead of my time, like I got a clock behind me
This is a class to me, you want me just ask for me
I travel so far ahead, your future's the past to me

I was there, in the midst of triple darkness
In the mind of the originator, right after he brought this
Universe into existence, I witnessed
The profits predict instances, that would happen in the distance
I was there, when they made trips
To Africa, and transported us in the holes of the slave ships
I stood next to Harriet, with a rifle
And over saw Jesus, speaking to his deciples
I seen the whole, slave period
And I was one of the builders, of the Sphinx and the pyramids
I saw, the Titanic ship sinking
And I was one of the last slaves, but had no love for Abe Lincoln
I watched streets, turn deadly
I kicked back and saw God, drown Pharaoh in the Red Sea
I ran, down court with Jordan
I even tried to warn Eve, about the serpent in the garden
I built satellites, that scan stars
I listened in on American presidents, at they playing wars
I traveled, through milenniums
I saw the Pilgrims spread disease, murdering the Indians
I saw em, bringing in cocaine
Was in the lab when they made crack, and sparked up the dope game
And the first rock, lit up
I was sitting on the bus, the day Rosa wouldn't get up
Saw King's dream, in plain view
And I was there years from now, when the dream finally came through
Me and Garvey, was stepping
Nat Turner was my boy, I'm the one that gave him his murder weapon
I saw Allah, murder Babylon
I was at Savior's Day, when Elijah chose Farakhan
I saw the Japanese, Show Gun
And I was one of the Egyptian scholars, that Socrates stole from

Common - Communism

Chick-a chick-a I'm
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
my, own shit
Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure
man I'm newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill
And jack Jill's big bootay
But did the booty up, I told the bitch she better have my money
Or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga that be making all the by-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down!
I'm on some calm shit watch Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
was too complex, I got a complex not to complain
on my brain no complain and so will my community
And I prefer compliments
So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees
It's the nineties, and music got known for grease
I got a sense of direction and a compass
Com past MC's with compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort
Com should've been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill
But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It's a common market and it's so much competition
but to me, competition is none
To my comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
my compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

Common op z'n best!

2Pac - If I Die 2Nite

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the punk
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
He got it by killin we got the power bein boss
Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight

Dit is tekstueel gezien 1 van de beste nummers ooit, in mijn ogen.

Royce da 5'9" - Malcolm X, één van de hardste dissverzen ooit:

Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool, can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it a year, both y'all be wreckin' 50's lease
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash ya yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all throw up ya dukes and don't swing like Fred G. Sanford
I be makin' muh'fuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' Keanan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter of fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song-a-day

Die flow daar ook, rhymes op zich niet zo geniaal overkomend maar als je het hoort is het een totaal ander verhaal, typisch Royce op topniveau

Vooral in combinatie met de beat:

Jeru the Damaja

I'll tap your jaw
you probably heard it before
step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law
drugstore with more
dope rhyme vendor
not partial to beef
the chief ambassador
niggaz get mad cuz they can't score
like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door
but I incite a riot
don't even try it
bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet
like I said before
I tap jaws
snatch whores
kill suckers in wars
vic a style you said was yours
money grip wanna flip but you're fish
house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch
Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru
utilizing my tools in '92
MC's step up in mobs to defeat us
when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson
lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers
got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers
troop on like a trooper no tears for fears
I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs
cut you up like Edward Scissorhands
you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man...


I'm the Man - Daily Operation

Prachtig vers van Aceyalone op "Knownots" uit '95 van zijn geniale "All Balls Don't Bounce"-cd die erg onderschat ofwel onbekend is...

De stukjes in italic zijn écht zo vet geflowd!

Moest ik altijd wel om lachen ja.

Meth; op Y.O.U. (maakt het nummer mooi af)


Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm forced bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe gettin'
All in the zone settin' -it-off, like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wesson , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty