Big Daddy Kane - Long Live The Kane:

Party people in the place
Embrace the bass as I commence to pick up the pace
And make you motivate, and accelerate
Cause like Tony the Tiger, I’m greeeat!

Niet zo zeer om de tekst, maar het komt er gewoon heerlijk uit, en dat op die lekkere old school-beat .

ff een aantal vette openingen van Inspectah deck:

in Guillotine (swords):
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast

in Protect ya neck:
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman

in Protect ya neck (the jump of):
Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus
Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Scandalous, made the metro panic
Cause static, with or without the automatic
And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard

in For heavens sake:
Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant

in Triumph:
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Spacekees in Niemand:
Ik heb genoeg woede.
Ik laat je crew bloed poepen

Eéntje van Cypress Hill in Illusions:
Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell

vooral die laatste is dope

2pac - Hail Mary

I ain't a killer but don't push me.
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy.

1 van de weinige openingszinnen die ik hard vind.
Meestal vind ik juist de laatste line van een verse erg hard.

Hoevaak is die al niet genoemd hier?

Common - Faithful

I was rollin' around, in my mind it occurred
What if God was a her?
Would I treat her the same? Would I still be runnin' game on her?

Rhymefest - Build me Up (Feat O.D.B.)

Dear Ol' Dirty Bastard, no no
Dear, Baby Jesus, no that's not it
Dear Dirt McGirt, aw yeah yeah yeah
Look, man it's this girl that I really like man
And, I want to get her to notice me
So, I just wanted some advice on
What should I do to like, get her to come my way
Write back soon, your biggest fan, Rhymefest

geweldig begin altijd!

Zo zie je maar hoe geweldig die openingszin wel niet is. Komt vooral omdat die zin een sfeer met zich meebrengt, samen met die geweldige beat.

Nog eentje van, jah wie anders, 2Pac:

I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME
Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix
I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks

Van R U Still Down?

Nog eentje van 2pac - Only God Can Judge Me:

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats

eentje van Method Man op "Got My Mind Made Up" van op 2Pac's 'All Eyez On Me' ('96) nu we toch over Pac bezig zijn...

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks
I make maneuvres like Hitler
stickin up Jews, with German Lugers,The Mista
MethTical, from Staten Isle
we'll be back after this message, don't touch the dial...

Common Sence - Nuthin' To Do

My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
to any environment.. I'm the comma comma chamelion
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags
That was when bitches had gucci tags
And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures
8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come
Fights there would be one, numbers I'd get at least one

De opening bij het nummer van Schuif aan de Kant van Appa in een televisie quiz word gevraagd: Niet aangepast in de samenleving, antwoord zij: Allochtoon. Goed om het nummer mee te beginnen vervolgens stelt het nr helaas niks voor.

Jah, dat had een kennis van me laten zien op zijn mobiel, kon er best wel om lachen, maar hij nam het erg zwaar op. Idd goed begin van een nr.

Schiet me ineens te binnen maar het doet me nogal denken aan een recente aflevering van South Park waarin Randy in een spelshow (type Rad van fortuin) ook zo'n soort vraag wordt gesteld. De categorie is dan: people who annoy you en de volgende letters staan op het bord: N * G G E R S. Mogen jullie raden wat Randy als antwoord geeft .

Naggers?

Southpark kan zo nu en dan echt geweldig zijn.

MF DOOM - Doomsday

I used to cop a lot
But never copped no drop
Hold mics like pony tails, tight, in [????]
Stop and stick around
Come through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go three-plat
Came to destroy rap
It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strap
[? Vemstack?] cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that
Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um... what... MF, you silly
I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'

Wat te denken van deze Doom:

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster

Van Accordion.

Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust
How much did it cost?
Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind
"But he's bleeding!"
Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine
He'll heal on his own
if you just give him some time
Considering the fact that his face is misaligned
His legs are over there lying right next to his spine

Mr. Lif

Nog steeds zo vet.

Uit hetzelfde nummer. Hier kan ik ook altijd wel om lachen.

My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole
Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow

"Catch A Bad One" van Del the Funké Homosapien ('94)... Zéker één van zijn beste!! (jammer trouwens dat die niet meedeed in de Hiphop-Tracks K.O., maar goed...)

En hoe Del begint... PRACHTIG!


People havin memory loss, they don't remember I'm the boss
You're claustraphobic, when I close in
In on your men and your faculty, you wack'll be
out my face, you must be basin if you think
that you could tackle the triumphant, I pump it, the volume
Increase as you mieces get sliced to pieces
Please listen to my album
Even if you're white like talcum and unpaid get'cha stayin
Tuned with my tune and I presume and see doom, designated
yo anyone who stated
A word against me, I serve an MC, simply

Vast Aire op Pigeon:

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African
Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
You'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives
And for that live moment we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
Rise and walk my son
Come into the light
Inside the dark we illuminate mics

Binary Star - Honest Expression

I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship

Atmosphere - Godlovesugly

When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane to spark the brain
with the building to be born

GZA - Liquid Swords

Wow hoe kan ik deze vergeten zijn

Method Man - Even If

Flowt zó goed op de beat. Meth op z'n best!!!

Gift of Gab



GZA ft. Vinnie Paz - On the Eve of War [Meldrick Taylor Mix]

Die flow... die beat...

Vinnie Paz - Before the Great Collapse


Chali 2na (Jurassic 5) - Thin Line

Kool G Rap op Fast Life. Héél dat eerste stuk gewoon
Briljant.

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ? a penis didnt cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty calis
Rockin lizard ballys while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-os then parlay in reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
Weve 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
Thatll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our giorgio armanis
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 dont fake jacks but we might sling one
It aint no shame in our game we do our thing son

Briljant idd . Ook Nas is geweldig in dat nummer.

Im baaaahaaaaaaaack....


De combinatie van die beat en deze rhymes maken het 1 van de beste openingen van een album..

Je stopt bij het vetste stukje:

It's all expected, things al for the looking,
if you got the money, Quest is for the booking.

En dan komt die drum er harder bij.. Heerlijk

het is niet echt het begin maar als snoop en pac elkaar afwisselen in gangsta party is heerlijk.

Aahhhh waar is het van waar is het van?

Wordt gek. Weet precies de klank hoe het uitgeroepen wordt maar kan niet op de artiest komen. HELP!