Salutations à tous, aujourd'hui pas d'article super long où il y a aura beaucoup à lire mais en remplacement 3 morceaux à découvrir ou redécouvrir avec leurs lyrics respectives.
3 parfaites tueries ayant pour même thématique les faux mc et autres petites p*tes qui pullulent dans le HipHop.
Mais ne faisons pas de publicité à ces chiens sans dents...
J'ai donc sélectionné "Make em' pay featuring Krumbsnatcha" de GangStarr sur le magnifique "Moment of truth" sorti en 98, "Cake featuring The U.N." de Pete Rock sur "Petestrumental sorti en 2001 et "Breakin' bread featuring Brian Digby Jr., Crunch, Donte & Main Flow" sur "Hi-teknology du controversé Dj Hi-Tek...
Faîtes-vous plaisir ;)
[Guru]
"First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose
When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost
I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one
The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone
Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy
Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly
You're artificial like saccarhin
You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in
Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight
Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight
I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106
and gettin all up in your fuckin mix
You get me upset, and I got you uptight
cause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT?
We got seventeen million of us plus, two million Indians
That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild Bill
I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama
My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor
And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me
Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame
You know my fuckin name, I rule all game
I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?
[Guru]
Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness
Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness
Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya
Slice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas
Styles so swift, that you can't peep the God
as your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard
I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes
Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror
Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed
Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene
Kickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean
into oblivion, the true champion always rises
I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers
Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger
Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fuckin barber
So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin
All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin
Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display
Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday
[Krumb Snatcha]
I see myself as the black Rap Messiah
Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires
Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every
Tom Dick and Jerry slippin like petroleum jelly
Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight
I got divine right to bring y'all to light
Somethin ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug
Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged
Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only
And think universal like Sony
Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided
Give a fuck like Pizza Hut I got to stay Noyd-ed
Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat
behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer
Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes
Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this
rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat
in black talkin bout how much his Mac spit
But this year, GangStarr got changes bein made
No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid
No Versace MC's, with a mouth full of Mo'
Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow
I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a Maxwell
Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well
Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes
Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like Moses
Travellin high sands and Eastern lands for the answers
Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer
Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger
A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz
it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet
over someone else's fake gangsta rep"
"I'm all about makin it happen
can it steady yappin
cheddas stack cap I get it crackin
bringin the action
center of attraction
late night on the creep trashin
mashin on the party crashin
rap with a passion
not a quitter or a forfeiter
one of them raw rap cats
with hollow point rhymes
comin to hit ya
I'm talkin and I shot at all them fake rappas
who fake wanna be gun clappin
cats claimin they the baddest
claimin that they ran the streets ragged
knowin they chillin hard in the village up
up in the gay bar talkin to faggots
I'm not a gangsta
and I'm not a thug nor a blood
or cripp
strugglin brotha tryin to hard to get rich
i've been nice in this hip hop *ish
from way back when
days of the jeffersons
good times to whats happenin
you niggaz want beef
then call my name out
still rockin the Mecca when the soul brother
like it just came out
Lets get it on
Lebanon
Strong as an ox
an' I spit flows blowin up yo' audio box
Document muh style I'm cool when I rock
and I rush like the Bus
followin' muh blocks
G's up I'm on set y'all niggaz freeze up
i make dirty dolla's turn 'em in to clean bucks
my stocks rise
it's cool, it's no surprise
and them laws, the rules
you make, I straight defy
rebel in the highest form
the fifth born
gully nigga on the track screamin they saw'em
stop the dat
rewind that
thoughts combine that
Criminal minds
an' rhymes
underline that
dolla' dolla'
street scholla'
flow then ya falla
expert
puttin in work
for the next saga
so yo get yo' lean on
flows you fiend on
F-ckin with U. and N. the 2000 phenom
[Chorus]
yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
still up, holdin my 'gz up
not my name hold weight
and you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
lets get this cake
son do what it take
yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
still up, holdin my 'gz up
not my name hold weight
and you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
lets get this cake, c'mon
hold up
applause for the cause you know
you could call it telephone love tap
high explosive experiment
situate depressed upstate
bless a blessed a whats up with you
what you talkin, pocket filled well then feel
yeah its good, like you should
I'm Dino, begs no pardon
borrow no lending, begs no friends
ya hear me all my mens love women, raw
links with mommy cuban
or takes me back to union
baby girl got cousins and now one of 'em frontin
U.N
checker flagging me down
fast-en ya sound
how we quick to pick me up in that lex-ed iced edition
state ya position
back jabbin this bone wishin
ms. dont have me whiff missing
puttin everything Dwight Gooden-nuff talk
you can have a ball and go walk
hear me now, feel me later
later Dino Braves smooth and get paid
feelin the shook up
keepin the stick up
forever keep this hit the wikka wikka
A verbal contract the way life is put on you
now the harsh facts circle your world at
allow you like a wise author
sci-fi writins and novels
ridin ova potholes
play King Arthur inside my brothel
the size of waffles gunshot holes
blowin like the U.S marshall
of Luis Armstrong
and the winner falls sprawl spot it
and at the same time he shot it
frollic with raps and fiber optics
like 4,5,6
hard to get at
sharp as an axe
order jockage
armored trizzack
tryin to be modest
fiery thoughts burn like L's with chronic
make ya lungs black, sip gold hell in a bottle
blow willa sinna maholla thats on the house
compliments on my corner moral
how I get down
chase his ass round like cat and mouse
you feel my passion?
(f-ck life) if I ain't mackin
niggaz wanna see me stagnant
similar to two magnets
we can never be a package
a printed jewla
show my crew love
before this rap *ish
who can fool us
beautiful lust
don't think I'm too cool to bust
loot and do drugs
who's who
few knew it was fool proof
but true it was, crime organiza
forty fiva
hit ya Porsche up, (f-k) you in lava
hit them to my product
just a taste was life threatenin
stretch his limbs out
to 5 seperate ends
prey on my fall and every cent
like I don't know it
I hold macs posin in flicks like Dinero in Ronin
[Chorus]
yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
still up, holdin my 'gz up
not my name hold weight
and you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
lets get this cake
son do what it take
yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great
still up, holdin my 'gz up
not my name hold weight
and you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make
lets get this cake"
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek y'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
"Homeskillet"
[Homeskillet]
"From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop
The never-endin, don't stop
B-boy religion. I'll rock and claim position
Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top
Beat 'em off the block, now cock-wrap they bop
Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock
I drop steady, cripplin non-believers like Teddy
Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready
Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder
Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder
Street hunger, the universal man works wonders
Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under
[Crunch Extraordinare]
I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it
Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?
This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages
Turn the other cheek, cuz this track I be smackin it
But don't clap, cuz this style'll bust caps
I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back
But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
The MC regulator, microphone detonator
My real live wanna battle niggas take a vouch
Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and +Let Da fuckin Monkey Out+
Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in Cin' City
When I spit this here it's easy as.. {"1-2-3"}
+You Can "Huh?" You Can Hear Me+, you ain't heard nuttin yet
I'm +Live+ and +Fortified+ like Kweli and Mos Def
Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable
Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those
I got control but I'm wreckless in studios
I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my Bones
No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me
Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me
We global, East, West, North, South, we robo
Hands that touch mic's get smacked cuz that's a no-no
Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show
When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek y'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
"Donte" -> Main Flo
[Donte]
I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes
Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls
Midas Touch as it's told, writin nuttin less than gold
My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys
Send you out on a gerdy talkin 'bout yo' eternity
Can't stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti
One man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply
Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me
Say he's the nicest out loud and gently
Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay
If you sign a wack contract that mean.. (no weight)
Got your John Hancock on the paper to say
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" {x4}
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"Alright OK, I'm feelin you" -> Common
"It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek y'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
"Main Flo" -> Main Flo
[Main Flo]
Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot
Measurin blocks, releasin this live like Desert Fox
Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals
Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals
Rob past, raw cash, facin the God last
Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps
For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat
Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?
This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact
We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks
Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth
Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin Hebrew
[Outro: Main Flo]
Big Ohio status
Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare
Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek"
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