"If the truth gives pain, it is not the fault of the teacher, nor of the reader who hears it for the first time, but of error, which stabs and stings before it will surrender its victim." M.M. Mangasarian
The Legendary Ice Cube comes through with some West Coast Lyrical Heat. Per the usual....it's Straight Fire. Period dot. The video was off the racks and meters. Somebody might get punched in the face saying Ice Cube aint got Lyrical Skills...fool.
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KRS One aka The BlastMaster KRS One flexing Lyrical Skills as usual........
KRS showed up as a surprise guest at a show hosted by Chuck D. He then proceeds to wreck shop and get seriously busy by rhyming about Barack Obama and Democracy. he says its good to have an African American in office but the revolution does not stop
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Dope, dope, dope! This video was off the chain. KRS ONE flexin' Lyrical Skills with his old compadre The Legendary DJ Marley Marl from the Juice Crew. I always think of MC Shan when Marley Marls name is mentioned. I'm still on some "Left Me Lonely" shit.
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Nah, for real though, Canibus slayed LL Cool J with this cut. That's just my opinion, but damn. The Lyrical Skills of Canibus are just undeniable. Period dot.
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Lyrical Skills and Nas are synonymous. One and the same. Nas is a beast on the mic. A microphone wrecker. This joint was a slapper out the gate.
Just another classic joint from Nas..........
[Lyrics]
[sample singing] "Woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun"..
[Chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" you want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun") And when I see you I'ma take what I want so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
[Verse 1] My first album had no famous guest appearances the outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist many years on this professional level why would you question who's better? the World is still mine, tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in it's for the hood by the corner store many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] I'm the N the A to the S-I-R and If I wasn't I must've been Escobar you know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with a barbers preciseness Bravehearted for life, it's - the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player so who are you playa? y'all awaited the true savior puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous steps you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos call me Gods Son, with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin' hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source they don't know about the blocks I'm on and everybody wanna know where the kid go, where he rest at? where he shop at and dress at? know he got dough, where does he live? is he still in the bridge? does he really know how ill that he is? got all of y'all watchin' my moves my watch and my jewels hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter keepin' it gangsta wit' ya
[Chorus]
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Come on man, Mobb Deep! East Coast Lyrical Skills at it's Finest. This is Classic Mobb Deep right here fool. A straight Banger.
One of my favourite Mobb Deep Songs... Good Video!
[Lyrics]
[Havoc] We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all niggaz know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth I'm not lyin..
[Prodigy] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight) Now here come the mack 10 You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy] Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too? Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup) I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [POW!] I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business Do things for the kids (the little Dunns) Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth CBR's and VCR's ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please Don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in For real.. (yo)
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy] It go one, two, three to the fourth That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates all across the unified states Sit down and sup with top rap reps We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin My new edition's way bitch Those that listen, get addicted to my diction Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased generic rap's just not potent like P's One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses, but thirst for worse beats So I can put, more product out on the street Get respect and love, all across the board We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil (To the real..)
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough (the real... hip-hop *echoes*)
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This is Straight Fire! The Lyrical Skills of Busta Rhymes are Legendary. Get the fuck outta town...Busta Rhyme kills the mic. Fool.
[Verse 1] Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma) Talk to a nigga, talk with me You look like you could really give it to a nigga, from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!) Lemme address y'all niggas one time, while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!) That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day Be the nigga in the drop, Y'all niggas know every time I come through, this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride (So let me do this bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop, the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... {*pause* Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood bang yo' head, 'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!
[Chorus] Just let me give you real street shit, to ride in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat Keep bouncin up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Bang yo' head until you start to Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck!
[Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'all niggas all know how we do, when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas, everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people, niggas know we always give it to y'all I said bounce (Come on!) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along, Well just bang this shit up in the truck, while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through!) We be always blowin the spot, again and again, and make a nigga really wanna STOP... {*pause* Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps, all my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers nigga, you know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort, my nigga watch how we shuttin it down, The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller, me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup, Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up And when get up in the club, or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!) And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit, that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head, 'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me!
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If you fools aint up on Reed Dollaz you stupid. Reed Dollaz is one of the Rawest dudes spittin' rhymes. Lyrical Skills of Reed Dollaz is undeniable. Period dot. This is a classic video.
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Get the fuck outta to town! This Gangsta Nation shit was off the meters....fool. The combined Lyrical Skills of Ice Cube "The Don Mega" , Dub C "The Criminiminal" and Mack One O "The Chicken Hawk" make for some of the best rap in the world. Period dot.
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This cut brings back hella memories. If you were in Sacramento in the 80's then you probably remember the Second Level....it was a nightclub for teens. My homeboys Von and Stew used to DJ at that club and would have it crackin'! Donkey ropes and all that shit was in full effect. MC Shan was just a raw mc with them Golden Era Lyrical Skills. This is a classic joint. Peep the interview below this video............
Legendary 80's Rap Artist MC SHAN talks with http://www.80sInYourFace.com Best known for his 1987 hit "LEFT ME LONELY". known for his 1987 hit "LEFT ME LONELY".
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