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Friday, May 28, 2010 | 6:43am
SOUND OFF: What are Hip Hop’s Most Essential Lyrics of All Time?
What lines MUST every fan know? Kick em in the comments and let the Nation decide.
@MURS
Vibe Magazine recently posted an interesting article with Los Angeles’ own Murs in which the rapper showcases his knowledge of what he believes are Hip Hop’s most essential lines every fan should know.
If you kind of think about it, as Hip Hop ages and matures much of the music that was so important back in the days gets less and less burn due to the overwhelming catalog of great (and some not so great) music available to djs and your iTunes player. Like in junior high school where you were required to memorize and recite Abraham’s Lincoln’s Gettysburg address of 1865, for the culture, it is just as important to recall the recognize the importance of Nas‘ lyrics from “Live at the Barbecue”, Kool G Rap’s razor sharp lines from “Ill Street Blues” or even how Eminem killed Jay-Z with his verse on “Renegade.”
Murs has always struck me as a very cerebral cat some I not surprised by some of his choices but do you agree? SOUND OFF: Tell Us what your favorite quotes from Hip Hop’s days gone by are.
FILED IN Music
I got 2 that come to mind off the top….
You look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd – like an architect
*Rakim-As The Rhyme Goes On*
My son said daddy I don’t wanna go to school
Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think I’m a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
*Grandmaster Flash & The Furious 5*
ummmm….”Industry rule #4,080 record company people are shadddyyyyyy”
ATCQ
ehhh…..”Romancing is my thing but I can’t swing with no scheming hoes, wherever my beamer goes, you know that I’m driving”
GURU/GANGSTARR
whaaaat…..” Growing up in the “DARK” Never seeing light til they end up being like yo sorry ass, robbing niggas in broad ass daylight, GET DOWN”
3-stacks/ That kast
Nice topic Juan….Hopefully some light will be shed on some cats that need to broaden their “hip hop horizons”.
Like the subtitle says: “Knowledge is Power”
There’s a war goin’ on outside no man is safe from
You could run, but you can’t hide forever
From these, streets that we done took
You walkin’ wit’ ya head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks… Mobb Deep- Survival of the Fittest…. lol i was 9 years old sneaking off into my room listening to infamous, i swore i was a thug
So did they lol.
yea i realized that when i got older and also when i heard Jay-z destroy them…
Big L
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich/I’m from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks/And I’m all about expandin my chips/You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch/with both hands on her tits/Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp/A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park/Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark/Forever – hottie huntin, trigger temper I’m quick to body somethin/You lookin at me like I’m probably frontin/I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest/I’m, older and smarter this is me at my best/I stopped hangin around y’all, cause niggaz like you/be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop/Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked/or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you/Only thing I haven’t got is more, stitches than you/Fuckin punk, you ain’t a Leader, what? Nobody Followed you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you/(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit/Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can’t fuck with whoever, put your money up/Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up/Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up/before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed/Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough bread/And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head/My game is, vicious and cool
Fuckin chicks is a rule/If my girl think I’m loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?/So what you actin for?
You ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more/Somebody tell this nigga sum’un, ‘fore I crack his jaw/You runnin with boys, I’m runnin with men/I’ma be rippin the mics until I’m a hundred and ten/Have y’all niggaz like, “Damnit this nigga done done it again”
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks/I’m makin wonderful figures
I don’t fuck with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
and rob every last one of you niggaz
A radio freestyle for an interview I might add. If I was going to mention one that would definately be one I would nominate as one of the illest of all time with the “I’m far from broke, got enough bread/And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head/My game is, vicious and cool” one of the crazies lines of ALL TIME! Great call.
You must know this…must! If you can’t quote Big L…then you are a big L…loser.
I would have to say listen to RUN-DMC (THATS THE WAY IT IS) and (HARD TIMES) sounds like just wrote that. WORD!!!!!!!!!!
its just a vibe
nas escobas
leavin shit mesmerized
mega-live like the third world
concifer my deciever
make em a believer
spittin gem stars words
in my mic type reciever
bond is my life so i live by my word
never fraudulant
queens bridge dont make no herbs!
spread my names to decons, politicians while
they speakin
rebel to american cili-vation caught ya sleepin
That of course from Nas – “Suspect” off his It was Written album.
yess sirrrr! you r a hip hop head officially
I take seven mc’s put them in a line, I take seven more brothers that think they can rhyme, and it will take seven more before I go for mine, and that’s 21 mc’s eat up at the same time….. Eric B & Rakim (My Melody) I hope I quoted these lyrics correctly….
there so many that i could say but drop a couple
Biggie sky the limit first verse
Uhhh
A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt, I’m sewing tigers on my shirt
and alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh, that’s that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin
That hoes clockin, here comes respect
His crew’s your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll wid em, stole wid em
I mean loyalty, niggaz bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
In here, eyes crossed from blue and white dust
Pass the blunt
PUTS Acid Raindrops first verse
Lets have a mid city fiesta with your west LA connections
Hop inside the vehicle start crossing intersections
We learning life’s lessons
While we blaze this herbal essence
A man was still a child and I have so many questions
A struggle on my life till we vade the misconceptions
To find a place to live between the negatives and positives
While trying to make money slanging synonyms and homonyms
I went to pops house so I can visit moms and him
Cut to the mall got them brand new pair of timberlands
Then dipped down a one way trying to skew up double k
And chill with my people on this bright and sunny day
My nigga spliff was sippin beck’s I’m slappin hands with guests
Ok the shady spot so we can circulate the stress
Mary Jane invades my brain now I can’t complain
I’m sayin what else is there to do besides relax
Let the problems in your mind become ancient artifacts
Perhaps these raps can help you alleviate
The things that’s got you trippin you watch me demonstrate
First you ignore the nonsense and clear your conscience
Let your pen touch the paper write verbs and consonants
As the words become a sentence you start to feelin different
The stress is out your mind you feel like the weight was lifted
Terrific I’m glad we had this time to discuss
I’m outro call me if you want to blaze one up
Geto Boys Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas dont start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas dont flex nuts
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real gangsta ass niggas dont sleep
And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin, pussy-eatin prankstas
Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 2
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Feedin the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in jamaica
Now Im in the us makin deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I mean one that you dont really know
Ridin around town in a drop-top benz
Hittin switches in my black six-fo
Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangtsa here is a smart one
Started living for the lord and I’ll last
Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin cocksuckin prankstas
When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 3
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play
Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches
Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake
Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign
And play the role of little miss sweet
But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out
And then dump-hittin the ass with the meat
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse aint tellin off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas dont talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas dont run for shit
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas cant run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game
Cuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 4
And now, a word from the president!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the white house
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin down
Like lettin a big drug shipment through
And send em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or Ill send a million troops to die at war
To all you republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta
some of biggies bars from sky the limit
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when ya hearts in it
And live the phrase skys the limit
Motherfucker… see you chumps on top
nights like this i get bent
lay up in miami wit tameka and tammy
some creole b….chs that i met on tour push a peach legend coupe gold teeth galore.
That of course is one of the most underrated B.I.G. joints of all time “You’re Nobody Til Somebody Kills You.” Truer and more prophetic words were never spoken.
Juan I know you asked the nation what are some of OUR favorite lyrics but I’d like to know one of YOUR favorite lyrics of all time. All these lyrics mentioned today are heavy hitters that we’ve all nodded our heads to so I’d just like to know the same about you guys. You guys have the best site on the net so its only right to know your thoughts as well.
rappin in third person! ridiculous!
C.R.E.A.M.
Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie
Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain
I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence
Like you don’t know what are style is
New York niggaz the wildest
My niggaz is wit’ it
You want it? come and get it
Took it then we split it
You fuckin’ right we did it
What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you
fuckin’ wit’ the wrong crew, don’t know what we goin’ thru
I’ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz
When you find out there’s some more niggas, that’s runnin with your niggaz
Nothin’ we can’t handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle
just cause I can’t stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin’ grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven’t met the Apes
DMX at his best, b4 he fell off
-Mos Def From the BlackStar album
Thieves In the Night
(We’re)Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
That’s why, we stay subjected to the will of the oppressive.
-Talib Kweli From The Train of Thought album
Africa Dream
These cats drink champagne and toast death and pain (are) like slaves on a ship talking about who got the flyest chains.
-Lupe Fiasco From The Food And Liquor album
Emperors Soundtrack
I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
And the weakness of the hard
And never fall asleep
I could go on for days….
the ENTIRE juicy song
-2Pac’s joint. I aint no killer but dont push me revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy…And every lyric from KRS-ONE on the Sex & Violence album.
The best Willie D lyrics ever-
Whassup outta towner-southern nigga downer
Wish you would bring yo mutha-fuckin ass aroun here
Wit that hip shit from yo block
Fuck around and get yo ass shipped home to yo mama in a pine box
Cause we don’t play dat shit in 5th ward
We got killas and playas and hustlas too
So nigga disregard
What you seein on them western movies-cause yo
I ain’t never rode a horse befo ho
Think we slow-Well smash the gas
And see how fast I’ll put these hands on yo bitch ass
Try to load them dice you’ll me the gravedigger
Cause game recognize game-scheisty ass nigga
See I done seen fools die for less
Than a cigarette butt for fuckin wit my set
So get that frown off yo face busta
Cause yo ghetto ain’t no harder than mine muthafucka!
The Geto Boys for all u up North cats, lol!
It’s task force tuesday / the narcs is in they black cars / I got 500 hundred Its packs in my backyard / cleared 12 twelves that looked like stuffed shells / I’m cuttin niggaz throats on the sales while they puff L’s / don’t leave nothing unbagged shave everything / I learned from tha O.G.’s save everything / they come by one more time they gon hop out / if they 2 deep and one is a bitch she gettin knocked out / then I can get rid of the pack / but I just copped this pretty chrome thing so I’m dippin with that / uh…downshifting on me like I got gears on me / besides that I got about 5yrs on me / scared to death running like I got bids on me / my timbs start feelin like they nyke airs on me / it’s hard for me to slow down it’s like I’m on a throughway / my belts in the crib on the floor my two-way / now i’m tryin to hold my hammer up and my pants too / if they don’t kill me they gon give me a number I can’t do / rather be the streets than jail where I die at / and I’m astmatic so I’m lookin for somewhere to hide at “RUN” jadakiss
I know they were a few typos and a few bars are missing at the end ( ran out of room) but you get the point and that point is Jada iz a beast !!
Realizing the realism of life and actuality / fuck da baddest / a person’s status depends on salary / and my mentality is money orientated i’m destined to live the dreams of my peoples who never made this year. If you don’t know these lyrics or who spit’em….killed urself 5x
i remove ya roof/nigga let the sun shine in/38″ waist enough to fit one 9 in/really a 36 without the gun i’m thin/but when the gat is tucked im fat as fuck/ignorant bastards/i’m takin it back to day one/no kids but trust me i know how to raise a gun/for you niggas that think i spent my days in the sun/here’s the shock of your life/the glock not the mic/homie i’m not into hype/trust me im still street/you still fuckin up/trust me i still creep/yeah i know them platinum chains be lookin real sweet/but reach and i’ll bury a nigga 60ft deep/s.carter turn rappers into martyrs/separate fathers from they daughters why bother/im a crook like you/i took like you/i disobeyed the laws threw out the book like you/how dare you look at jigga like im shook like boo/i keep the fifth wit me/come and get me
Come and get me- JAY-Z
I cuda put the rest, my man snapped on that shit
I gotta few from Jay-Z, this is the first. I used to love this joint…
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 the be…
In time, I’ll take away your miseries and make ‘em mine, D’Evils…
I’m so far ahead of my time, I’m bout to start another life
Look behind you, I’m bout to pass you twice
Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present
I’m fast, niggaz can’t get past my past
How they propose to deal with my perfect present?
When I unwrap “The Gift & the Curse” in one session
Ain’t no livin person can test him
Only two restin in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him
Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it
But nobody in rap did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don’t want it no more
And that goes for everything from flippin that raw
Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don’t get it twisted
Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice
Did the impossible then did it twice (get it right)
I just read them lyrics & got chills, shits crazy….
This one gets my vote….
Follow the flow, look
They say a midget standin on the giant’s shoulder can see much
further than the giant.. (the giant..)
So I got the WHOLE rap world on my shoulder they tryin to see
further than I am.. (than I am..)
And I have been tryin to be patient with they preoccupation
with David and Goliath.. (Goliath..)
But sooner or later, that patience gonna run it’s course
and I’m forced to be a tyrant.. (be a tyrant..)
But bein tyrant, comin through your environment
Iron mask, nigga iron gas, nigga I am back
With “The Team,” no I in that
R.O.C., y’all not eyein that
Y’all don’t see, clearly cause the reign ain’t gone
“The Dynasty,” no not Ming but Shawn’s
Dame careems, nigga it’s the gangsta team
Stop your run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene
The other reason, we got a gang of green
If there’s better at gettin cheddar that remains to be seen, nigga
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Jeah, jeah
[Chorus]
Can’t touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakeable (it’s Hovi baby)
Can’t see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it’s Hovi baby)
Can’t move the unmoveable, stop the unstoppable..
[Jay-Z]
Jeah, look
I’m so far ahead of my time, I’m bout to start another life
Look behind you, I’m bout to pass you twice
Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present
I’m fast, niggaz can’t get past my past
How they propose to deal with my perfect present?
When I unwrap “The Gift & the Curse” in one session
Ain’t no livin person can test him
Only two restin in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him
Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it
But nobody in rap did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don’t want it no more
And that goes for everything from flippin that raw
Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don’t get it twisted
Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice
Did the impossible then did it twice (get it right)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Yup! Hovi’s home, the global phone
The world is back in order the number one rap recorder is back
You cats overfelt yourself
You couldn’t help yourself, now witness the reel for reel
In my absence cats get, absent-minded
Now it’s time to rewind and remind ‘em
why I’m in the position that I am
changin the game, my game could nail Madonna
Well after I’m gone, they’ll honor
history in the makin, Pistol Pete
leave competition shakin without missin the beat
Chasin the hi-hat all over the track
The snare is scared of the air in here, BOOM!
And plus I get paper dog, don’t let me forget
The watch face so blue like it’s holdin it’s breath
Can’t see me skill for skill or check for check
It’s the bow tie flow dog, I bring it to your neck
Live and correct I will bring it to your set
I got now, I don’t care who got next
Rapper slash exec, Kordell Stewart
Your flow all y’all usin is mine, you’re all useless
You ain’t a factor, who are you foolin?
You all are faggots, you takin it backwards (takin it backwards)
I’m tryin to progress with this rap shit
Nigga, nigga your whole career is a accident
Who was gassin ‘em? (Fuck outta here!)
wordpress was actin up, sorry for the repost…
NAS – I GAVE YOU POWER
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song ’til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that’s why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I’m seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I’m empty I’m quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
How you like me now? I go blaow
It’s that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild
Always I’m in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I’ve been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner’s hand
there are a few versus that everyone must know from different artist
Nas IM AN ADDICT FOR SNEAKERS TWENTIES OF BUDDA AND B@#$%ES WITH BEEPERS. RAKIM tHINKING OF A MASTER PLAN IT AINT NUTHIN BUT SWEAT INSIDE MY HAND etc…. Biggie It was all a dream i used to read word up magazine etc… MY personal favorite Nas You be alright like blood money in a pimps cum…
Damn you…now I can’t get that damn beat out of my head @ Nas reference
any andre 3 stacks verse.
Cookin Up, Whippin Up
Betty Crocker Rock-a-block
Livin Room the Chicken Room
Kitchen Full of Cookin Pots
Trappin like a 80′s 2009 Gucci Nino
My life a nation movie it’s Gucci Mane Tarrentino
GUCCI!!!
LMFAO!!!
I’m just kidding…