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I hate to see all these cracker motherfukas who don't know a gottdamn
thing about about true hip-hop throwing their little two cents in. Go
back and listen to your rock and head bang before real niggas back slap
your cracker ass. Honkey motherfuckas all pyscho analyzing the shit.
Now to the topic at hand. I only have on gangstarr album and that is
hard to earn. Motherfucking Premo needed to ditch that fucking no rap
skills having ass nigga. In the beginning this bitch nigga Guru going
say what he did to get on with his no skills having ass. Premos beats
is ill as fuck and joints definitely have your fucking dome nodding.
Fuck Dr.Dre cracker happy ass. Fuck timalands new cracker happy
synthesizer beat boxing , fat country ass. Havoc and Premo are two
greatest producers out there. Premo should have just did all beats for
Nas and left guru.
EPMD is alright, my favorite shit is the "cross-over" cause they be
carring those cracker ass rappers like third bass.
I want niggas to respond to this shit cause I know devils don't want to
here the truth.
― brandon killa b killed nigga, Wednesday, 7 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Uh... A) this board
is integrated, & don't assume you know anything (race, gender, age) about posters unless they tell you.
B) It doesn't mean that you should instantly agree w/ or dismiss what people say anyway.
C) Please avoid the n-word. It makes some of us uncomfortable.
D) Hope you stick around and keep contributing!
Oh yes, I'm with EPMD b/c Sermon has a knack for an extra element of syncopation and off-kilterdness in the beats which makes them that much better. Also, the lyrics are absurdly over the top.
― Sterling Clover, Wednesday, 7 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Straight up and down, EPMD are aiight(if you exclude everything
parish has down over the past 5 years) but the GANG to the STARR are
iller than the flu. I'm not going to get started on Primo's beats.
Just listen for yourself. That nigga has dropped some of the hardest
beats for MOP, JAY-Z, NAS, FREDDIE FOXX, JERU, AFU-RA, ROYCE DA 5'9",
KOOL G RAP, CNN, RAKIM, RAH DIGGA, DIALATED PEOPLES, BIG DADDY KANE,
BIG L, CANIBUS, MOS DEF, BIGGIE SMALLS, O.C., FAT JOE, even Janet
Jackson, Brandy, and Madonna were blessed with a Primo beat. The
reason a lot of you don't know that shit is cause he ain't dancin' in
videos like them Neptune fags. Next up, the 7, 21, 18, 21. For the
heads that don't know, that's Guru. Nobody can call this nigga
lame. If you wanna talk about lame talk about NORE, PRODIGY, FOXY,
DRE., CAPADONNA, TOO SHORT, and TRICK DADDY. Yeah these niggas sell
records but they ain't got no mic skills.
This is just a sample of 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 type slick, known as the God Universal
Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
simply with my point of view, and I knew
that many would come, that's why I've chosen
to cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open
for the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying
fury
Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight
Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power
cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
by sayin somethin crazy wild
like some shit off my dome, that be soundin
better than the next man's whole album..."
"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"
None of yaw'll can tell me that those ain't some ill lines. This
niggas been hittin us with pure hip hop since '89. Gangstarr is
true hip hop and if you can't feel that then I'm afraid that your
back pack fell off at the last Lil Kim concert.
― OMEGA, Wednesday, 21 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
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