Rolling 2006 Hip Hop Thread

No way! While I usually hate the skit tracks on rap albums, Cuban Linx' skits are gold! It's what all rap-skit-albums should aspire to.

But if the Be4tles had cut it down themselves, they might have cut out the good stuff and left the bad.

What if T.I. had cut it down to 45 minutes and gotten rid of most of the good and kept all the bad?

fuck outta here with this White Album and what genres make good albums bullshit.

-- ramon fernandez (ideaoforderatkeywes...)

the last hip hop album I really loved was 2005's "Lost" by Cool Calm Pete.

-- ramon fernandez (ideaoforderatkeywes...)

the last hip hop album I really loved was 2005's "Lost" by Cool Calm Pete.

-- ramon fernandez (ideaoforderatkeywes...)

http://www.soundvenue.com/upload/anmeldelse/2006-01/coolcalmpete_25012006_top.jpg

But Jin totally merked Professor Green at the Jump Off and everything!

I like "Blow His Head Off" and "C.R.A.C.K." (sort of).

(also as a T.dot resident i feel obliged to stump for the Kardinal track which is kind of hot by any standard?)

YOUNG MONEY CASH MONEY BITCH
I'm loaded out my motherfuckin mind, ha
shhhhh
that kush
bitch, i'm
MACK MAAAAAINE
unh
Mack Maine AK real nigga(s(h))
real wit the green, no pills, nigga
i bust a nigga tryna sell me some reggie
that's phonier than a fake grill, nigga
chill, nigga

roll that weed
let that burn
s that fire
wait cho turn

babygirl, let's get this shit straight,
jis like yo per(n)m

see, when we sexin like a man
i be
happy you came (u-ha)
but when we sexin like a man
i'm focused on mary jane

your man husslin
but i could tell
he just th(sta)ough(r)ted sellin
but i'm a vet-er-on
with this shit i'm in hellen
(yeah)

now come own, hellen
look, how you gon feed jo daughter, hellen?
when you know your man out (c)here with mo
seeds in his weed than they got in watermellon

but fuck all that
i'm in the coup, baby
with windows tinted
it's indo scented
when people pass by
they be like,
damn,
snoop dog in it?

and when i'm blowin i probly got izzle and tanna wit meh
i chief so much they thought i was from kansas city

i get a quarter pound
betchu i'm'a stash uh O
bitches, be like
boy u selfish
i be, li(ke/ght),
yeah, i no
jeuh

put that work on the table after it's baked up
let me get a razor blade, i give that heart a shape up

YOUNG MONEY CASH MONEY BITCH
I'm loaded out my motherfuckin mind, ha
shhhhh
that kush
bitch, i'm
MACK MAAAAAINE
unh
Mack Maine AK real nigga(s(h))
real wit the green, no pills, nigga
i bust a nigga tryna sell me some reggie
that's phonier than a fake grill, nigga
chill, nigga

roll that weed
let that burn
s that fire
wait cho turn

babygirl, let's get this shit straight,
jis like yo per(n)m

see, when we sexin like a man
i be
happy you came (u-ha)
but when we sexin like a man
i'm focused on mary jane

your man husslin
but i could tell
he just th(sta)ough(r)ted sellin
but i'm a vet-er-on
with this shit i'm in hellen
(yeah)

now come own, hellen
look, how you gon feed jo daughter, hellen?
when you know your man out (c)here with mo
seeds in his weed than they got in watermellon

but fuck all that
i'm in the coup, baby
with windows tinted
it's indo scented
when people pass by
they be like,
damn,
snoop dog in it?

and when i'm blowin i probly got izzle and tanna wit meh
i chief so much they thought i was from kansas city

i get a quarter pound
betchu i'm'a stash uh O
bitches, be like
boy u selfish
i be, li(ke/ght),
yeah, i no
jeuh

put that work on the table after it's baked up
let me get a razor blade, i give that heart a shape up

An apt deconstruction of the rampant sexual pathos of post 2pac hip-hop.

JULY

Yeah

In 1970 sumpn
my mah'ms and my pops met
shit was difffrint & i ain't even drop yet
years passed with the birth of a little starr
a product of the weed and the barr

predicted a bad seed by farr
now the kids run up
to see my carr

i could probly make it fly if i tried
blowin the la
o(n) the sky (t)'hem hives
an 'f die from the ride wit the nine on my side
let my tombstone read "i tried fulla pride"

i got a whole lotta dough d'get
i am a rolla (shit/chick)
cat(t/k)in, i control (t)he shi(p/ck)
a nigga flow light mind
udda stol the shit
(n) sold a few records before he noticedit
ma i can do this in my sleep
i skip through the beat
hand gripped on the heat

LISTEN

live f'da niggaz that pass
ball out
treat erryday like y'last

cuz bullets ain't got no names
just tarrgets
n leave brains
and stains on carrpets (ew)
the drama gon go down, regardless
these niggas ready f'da showdown, n harrtless

i murrda niggaz from na entro
switch, make the 6-fo ndough
now it's 2 thousand and 6
an i got a bran new house on the cliffs
that's why i walk around in my slips
with a bitch i only keep around f'hrr lips