Big L - Ebonics

VERSE 2.

Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a woofs a crook
Mobb deep already explained the meanin of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a f
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got aids, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victims a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way Im freakin it
I talk with slang and ima never stop speakin it

Toch wel een van de best in elkaar gestoken teksten ooit

kvond de eerste verse beter

Masta Killa op Assassination Day:

War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take things to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey
Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat
Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in
Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin
My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...

2Pac op Can't C Me

Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say i'm thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what ?
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain't had shit to loose
pullin' my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin' bitches where it's most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho's in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho'
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me

Cage op Agent Orange (uiterst briljant)

I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed
Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
Wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin dead
I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me
Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickie
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your shit missed
Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist
Inconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
with no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. back
I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit

Mijn lijstje:

Duvel op De Stabiele Factor(van Opgeduveld)
Q-Tip's 1e verse op Excursions(van A Tribe Called Quest)
Zowel Phife als Q-Tip op Jazz(We've Got)
AZ op Life's A Bitch(samen met Nas)
Chuck D's 1e verse op Bring the Noise(van Public Enemy)
MF Doom op A.T.H.F.
P. Fabergé's laatste verse op Pijpjes(Pop Pop) (van de Jeugd van Tegenwoordig)
Slug in Fuck You Lucy (van Atmosphere)

Murs - I Know


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El Da Sensei - Questions & Answers

Biggie's eerste verse op "Warning"

Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
my papers

Inspectah Deck (weer eens) in 7th Chamber:

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

Streetlife in Do Ya Really (The W):

I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane
Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
Wu-Tang, see me at the next, X Winter Games
Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
The main reason why you tuck the chain
Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came

Eminem in The Way I Am:

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
all this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Dit is wat jammer van Eminem: " this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this " want hij rookt niet
Maar oke dat nummer zit vol met stoere zinnen

hoe weet je dat hij niet rookt -.-

Kijk nog maar een keer goed naar de foto's in het boekje van MMLP.

Mijn 5de favo vers ooit:
Big L - Da Graveyard

Big l be lightin niggas like incense
Gettin men lynched to win tits
Im killin infants for ten cents
Cause Im a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that dont even speak english
Im makin ducks shed much tears
I buck queers
I dont have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
Im grabbin brews takin fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you youre gonna get scared next
And if ya squad flex
Im lettin off like bernard getts
A tech nine is my utensil
Fillin niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
Im known for snatchin purses and bombin churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from new york to canada
Cause big l be fuckin with more keys than a janitor

Mijn 5 favo versen:

Nas in Give It Up Fast
Prodigy in Shook Ones Pt II
Ice Cube in Straight Outta Compton
Inspectah Deck in Triumph
Big L in Da Graveyard

Wat rijmt hij inderdaad sterk op dat nummer. (Big L)

Alom geprezen als één van de beste hiphop-verses ooit...

Pharoahe Monch op 'Bring it On' van op 'Stress: The Extincion Agenda' ('94)

En niet enkel daarom de lyrics zelf (al zijn die ook geniaal) maar vooral door zijn DELIVERY, die geniaal is, en gewoon HOE hij zijn stem gebruikt....
Nooit geziene klasse...niemand heeft ooit nog zo'n verse gemaakt, denk ik...(dit lezen heeft eigenlijk geen zin, je MOET het gewoon horen)



"I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo
Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips
and then I'll spit
Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out
that itty bitty style you upchuck
Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up
It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start
I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow that's to the rhythm
Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em
a lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin your brain.. like.. pottery
all over the track
Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe
Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions
You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at
which they are connecting
I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style
Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild
Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind
I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone
I'm prone to be eliminating
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on"

Doet Pharoahe inderdaad zéér sterk. Maar hij weet altijd zijn flow wel heel sick over een beat te zetten.

Yo yo yo, i scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then,
Around yaks cop figures like not stranded
The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hit
Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it
Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously
Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy
That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated
Back, see no need to repeated it
Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that
Back, listen and find pharoahe monch, the rhymes phat
You run up on him without a gun i run up on 'em
Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin'

Flowt ook súper over de beat daar. Geweldig nummer ook!

As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind
thus eliminating competition from bird's eye view I'm
descending in helicopters in a village raid
Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade
I'm highly intoxicating your mind when I'm operating
on cell wars to membranes cytoplasms to protoplasms
Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle
I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle
Thereby destroying the entire food supply
that's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies
It's ironic, when a demonic, government
utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me
Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram
Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy
I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran
cause I couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand
So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane
cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

Ook relaxt die switch continu tussen snel en langzaam. Superchill nummer ook verder trouwens

Pharoahe doet het wel vaker. Quizvraaje: uit welke track is deze verse?

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes

Ongeëvenaarde flow heeft die kerel.

Oh No.

(die in Bring it On is idd wel heel briljant).

^^ Dat is ook een zeer relaxt nummer indeed!!

Heerlijk begin ook van deze verse. Je verwacht nog een pauze na het refrein maar hij knalt hem er gewoon keihard doorheen.

Nu we het toch over Pharoahe hebben.

(Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your ridin the train or in Lexus-es
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point

yep, is onmisbaar in de favo rapartiesten top 10

Will smith in summertime
inspectah deck in Protect Ya Neck
inspectah deck in Triumph
inspectah deck in Guillotine
method man in Meth Vs. Chef
method man in Protect Ya Neck
GZA in Duel of the iron Mic
prodigy in Survival of the Fittest & Shook Ones
Nas' 2e verse in Halftime
Q-Tip in Electric Relaxation
Eazy-E in Gangsta, Gangsta
Immortal Technique in Dance with the Devil
2Pac in I aint mad at cha

dat zijn wel de vetsten die ik ken

Vetste teksten zijn vooral van Immortal Technique, Jedi Mind (Vinnie Paz) & 2Pac natuurlijk.

Immortal Technique - Obnoxious:

Weet m niet precies meer, maar zoiets:

I'm obnoxious, motherfucker can't you tell
run through little havana yelling Viva Fidel!
Jerking off with the sheets when i stay at hotels
drinkin' bacardi at AA-meetings smokin' an L

Daarmee begint ie en die hele flow van dat nummer is te ziek.


Haha Vinnie Pazz:

I'm like Mussolini, I rule with a iron fist
I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss
Cut inside your wrist, drink the blood, money
And your face is the perfect place for a slug, money
You ain't a thug money, you all maggots
You like to chill and hold hands with faggots
You like to conduct yourself like a savage
You like the smell of males on your mattress

hehe

Zieke flow van Jus Allah:

The metal inside the barrel passes
Through the frames in ya glasses
Quick passage
Leave your dome piece backless
Envision blackness
Leave you hatless
Fucking capless
Watchin Niggas dig the spot where the Earth's crack is
Hard to graph like science and math is
The cavemen who dont practice and live backwards
We oxin'
With streets is watchin
Release shotguns
Niggas got Dietz and Watson
Feel no love
No way you shield the slugs
The ill thugs
We box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith
you can taste the slug case
Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule
I love pussy
But never the bitch that its attached to


Sean Price (I Love Onionhead) dope Flow van Outlive the war:


Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track
The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts
Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas
Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass
Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, bitch
"You gonna fuck up your career, you hear?" Fuck the rap shit
I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit
Probably make more 'cause a nigga don't pay no taxes
Access the gun's off the earth axis
Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split
Ruck flow is like "Fuck you, God"
I don't wanna rhyme, I need a construction job
Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew
Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too
I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth
Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about? Shut the fuck up, yeah


2pac - Fuck Mobb Deep (

Toen ik deze voor het eerst hoorde ging ik stuk!

HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch!
I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie
THEN! We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my fuckin trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we RIDE - on our enemies


Nou weet er nog genoeg, maar wil niet alle ruimte innemen

PEACE

Zieke flows:

Tuurlijk eminem op oude tracks. Big Pun flowt m ook ziekelijk. Method man freestyles ga ik altijd helemaal stuk op. Snoop Dogg vroeger, zeker pharaoh monch. Ook Roots Manuva op het 2e deel van Fingerprints of God, ziek, ff lyrics checken:

Te vet deze man:

Keep em philosophical
My rap styles collasol to your brain
Like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril
Nowadays like aristotle
I send my message through da mic not in a bottle
A gifted mic disciple like an apostle
Hip hops my life an hustle
Lyric skils be the muscle
They be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils
I meditate on bible scriptures
Not porno pictures
I smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus
Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army
I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley
Wisdoms what I give them
Flippin knowledge on the rhythm
If your talkin like a devil I'm performin exorcism
Ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace
Get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice
Cos I'm a dark stranger
Not from a dirty sick chamber
Cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger
Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow
My backup be my sword I use it swift like zorro
Guided by a force similar to obi one kenobe
Walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me
If ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni
An I'm confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me
I walk in the shadows, I make you paro (paranoid)
My mind be narrow, I carry guns an laser bow an arrows


Owww

Ook inspectah deck op Triumph inderdaad. Sean Price op Onionhead dope. hahaha extince op binnenlandse funk haha. Dat is gewoon dope.

Ik ben te lauw, net als in het rood staan maar giro blauw haha

Nou ja, moet verder met mijn werk!

PEACE

Tja...

"I'm obsessed
with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
Pondering the verses, fondling my balls and
Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline {*DJ scratch*}
I snatch the kick, kick the snares and sodomize the bassline
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
Maybe I might... switch! Let the witch live
The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the crescendo
When my innuendos elapse... my mental window attacks;
the instrumental elapses
Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
You could solo my fuckin vocals and I still get trife
Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves
Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end 'til I stop fuckin
A million emcees and they ain't sayin nuttin"

Pharoahe weer.. "Rape"

Het eerste vers van 'Resurrection' van Common!! ('94) prachtig gerijm







prachtig toch! En die beat is al even heerlijk!

Vind deze van Method Man ook érg goed flowen. Flowt echt zoals alleen Meth dat kan.

Method Man - Even If 1e couplet:

op welke cd staat ie?

Ja dat weet ik dus niet. Kon hem ook niet op een cd vinden.
Ughhe! Sorry zat even wat 'klem'

Overigens, deze flow is ook érg sterk hoor:

El Da Sensei - Speakin'

Now, once more and I'm back again
No misconceptions, connections, fuck the ressurections
Not here to hate or be a thug or just bust hot ass raw rhymes that's in my nature
This goes to dancers, b-boys, and boosters, stick-up kids, and dice shooters
Manuvers quick when I talk shit, walk with a bop
Brandin' the hottest transcript Fuck what your man did
These days I go for self 'cause I learned one deal ain't a seal from help
So I rely on my skill and writin' ability
Magnify all my talents and search it for quality
Music for chicks who like it simple
And still think for critics on the streets who bang it just for beats
Haunters - That hazardous well-crafted word play
Gone is - the fabulous style cast from Jersey
Want it - all over the world from circumstances
Outlanders, contagious and demand it
Monitor the format
All songs conceal, world-class appeal
Whup that ass for real
Known as the Ill Speaker from the east
I'm here to step it up a notch
Kaos beneath speak