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In the neighborhood
We had a few of those last November pop up. Not surprisingly, I like those neighbors.
That Daytona 500 verse is such a banger.
I’ll say it again and I don’t care if it makes me sound as old as most of you :fmicon:
Modern hip hop flat out blows compared to what we had in the 90s, same as any other kind of popular music.
https://www.tetongravity.com/forums/...d.php?t=101299
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RIP Blurred.
Saw this thread title last night and it sent me down a rabbit hole looking for something that I had in my head but couldn't quite pull from the back of my foggy brain. Turns out it was Winter Warz, just found it and came to post, 100% agree.
Quote:
A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
I'm not old, you're old!
Don't think anyone is gonna disagree with you there but there is still good music being made
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgZEQVqSF4I
RZA's opening verse in Tearz:
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast
We was laughing, at all the girls that passed
Conversation, brothers had begin to discuss
(Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?)
Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far
Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha!
Not knowin', exactly what lied ahead
My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread
Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer
Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner
"Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough"
But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!"
Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag
In his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave.
Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block
(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)
I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was
Aw man! How do I say goodbye?
It's always the good ones who have to die
Memories in the corner of my mind
Flashbacks, I was laughin' all the time
I taught him, all about the bees and birds
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words
Method Man on "Hellz Wind Staff"
We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
When it reach out and touch someone, blaze their buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun
Target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in
Shooting bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
Blend like chameleon
All these niggas want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then still can't get no satisfaction
Once again back on the block crumb snatching
Blowing backs in cold-blooded 9 assassins, time for action
Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
I’m on a mission that niggas say is impossible
but when I swing my swords, they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper,
child educator plus head amputator…
(or basically any verse off liquid swords)
claiming lil wayne has the best line in rap would be in bad form in any thread
I'll play:
It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
Broken down and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
Better, respect it, bitch believe
I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
Fix your weave, behold my expertise...
You Catholic girls start much too late
Oh sooner or later it comes down to fate
Oh I might as well be the one
You know that only the good die young
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Cash rules everything around me.
happy birthday, dirt mcgirt.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=GRblYfKwa88
Most of my neighborhood's political signs have been taken down but one neighbor is still proudly flying his "Presidents Are Temporary Wu-Tang is Forever" flag.
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Just finished this ODB biographical podcast. Worth a listen:
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcas...e/id1713198754