[Yasiin Bey (Mos Def)]
Fake, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claiming they hard be mad f*gs
So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium
My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they a**es sent to them
Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then a**emble it!
Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element
From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP
Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee
You see me?
[DMX]
Yo
n***as don't know so I gotta flip
It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get
Barks like a pit scratch when I hit
We both know you p**y but you stay talking sh**
What I'mma have to do dog, run up in yo mess
Catch you while you comfortable put one up in yo chest
One up in yo vest, of course they the hollows
You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow
I'mma go platinum (nah) you gots to be kiddin' WHY
Make it double platinum, no bullsh**tin'
And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows
Strippin' ho's, gettin dough let me go
And n***as know, who the best is
The dog, DMX is the rest is or might as well be helpless
I wreck this cause when I wreck sh**
I might snatch a n***as necklace
Then go from like midnight to breakfast
[John Forté]
Yo, yo
My Alma mater is the rooftop
Back in '85
With summer cookouts
To crack lookouts
Mega-hookers with pocketbooks out
The corner's where we hung out
My uncle that was strung out
Beef during the drought
And all the guns that we brung out
n***as hustle for cloud
Brownsville street type bouts
Blackouts, ultra-lootin'
Door to door army recruitin'
Drug lords continue shootin'
In weathers
And come Novembers
Sleep in red snow
Where n***as bled so
The spot control
Gold-chains with diamond-links
Makes product in kitchen sinks
Think tanks
Matching to banks
Stuck up b**hes actin' stank
Gun-play without provisions
Went on twenty-type collisions
Weed spots getting took
When po-nine run the jooks
Crooked beats crooks
Be lurkin' hurtin'
To catch a body workin'
To say they perks when
It's a n***a-head they burstin'
First and last
I'll lock your block then smack that a**
Cum-laude and street-wise
Slide fast
[Mic Geronimo]
Alright
I'm in fascination with the shorter words
Turn to audible
Put a little more to it
Try to blow through
See it's like the way you think
And I've been made to endure
I floored rap like [?]
[?]
Gangs, straightaways
Moving out of buckets, some change
Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King
And I'm soaring
k**ing words they couldn't explain
Spark flames, so it burn slow
Feeling me every bit
As much as Dutch know though, a ransom
My thumbs crush
My motivation lands where the guns bust
I know myself and the law we might trust
Mic like a cold-brush
Goin' front porch to the street
Movin' through this life of speed
Tryna square and exonerate
They're hear to eat
Besides that
Dude you got me feeling the beat
It's like this
Freestyle off of the cap
With my n***a Big Pun
Cause he bust mad raps
That's DMX
We rock this sh**, no doubt
With my n***a Canibus
Let me show you how
Now we get down to the specifics
The Heineken
I be grabbing up the mic before we rhyme again
What time again?
Don't talk to brainless such
People around the way
Tell me that I smoke too much
I'm rolling in the Dutch
That's the thing I do
While I'm chilling with my n***as
From the Q.U
The zoo n***as
Ride, we like gorillas and such
While we ripping you through
Cause we just too much
Freestyle off the top of my brain
I maintain
Showing the motherf**ing
Stress in the game
Still I wouldn't break
The flow fast
Speedy Mc-slow
Geronimo, I get the dough n***a
What?
[Big Pun]
I shatter dreams like Jordan, a**ault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the garden
I'm carving my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the BP shine off the board-head
Reverse that, I curse at the first whack
n***a with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack
Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap, make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack, hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your soul
Master the flow, n***as be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King I be rapping and tongues packing the ones
Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns
It's Big Pun the one and only son of Tony Montana
You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana
C'mon pana, we need more rhymers
Feel the marijuana snake bite; anaconda
A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar
I'm pure adrenaline uncut, straight to the gut medicine
Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane
Simple and plain I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn
Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser
As smart as MacGyver to put honor inside the heart of a lion
Involved with a life of crime, f** it I like the shine
Up in the white and lime, comes with the pipe design
Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, get the f** out
Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished, say goodnight
Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settling beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter
It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on stagger
So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
You ever heard, desert bird player, you outta bounds
You could ramble out the mouth, like you Rambo
But you slouch
If we battled you'd be out
Without a shadow of a doubt
That's the ugly truth
k**ers want money booths
Was my dogs coming loose?
That's a bullet in your bubbly-goose
f** is you talking like you crazy?
Barking like you radar
I'll have you call it
Walking like a baby
Don't try to play me cause I'm not a player
Ayo, I shot the place up and pa** the heat off
Like a hot potata
I'm 'bout to make a million dollars
But still I'm rowdy
So, I hope I'll be rapping before I have to k** somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle
Guaranteed a n***a gonna mug you
And no one love you when you broke as sh**
Focus kid, commercials don't lie, curse you to die
Closed it's it
Blow your life away
That's a big price to pay
Forgetting to teach the kid to ride his bike
Is they stupid?
[Canibus]
Let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a b**h move, something that a h*mo-s**ual rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke
Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know b**hes that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showing off your body ‘cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got sk**s
Mad at me ‘cause I kick that sh** real n***as feel
While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you want to f** with me? n***a you crazy
You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You better be prepared to finish what you start
Give me the respect that I deserve or I'mma take it by force
Blast you with a fourty-five colt, make you somersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack a** verse
That sh** was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life
‘Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March ninth
God bless his soul rest in peace, kid
It's because of him now at least I know what beef is
It's not what I would call this, see this is something different
A f*ggot n***a tryna make a livin' off of dissin'
Somebody that he gotta know is better than him
But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him
Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash then me
But you ain't got the sk**s to eat a n***a's a** like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse... f** it, I'll let you kick 'em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud
Clap, clap
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Stick you in the groin, kick you in your Vanguard award
Stacks a Vanguard award
In front of your mom, your first, second and third-born
Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I say "Naw, he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is"
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off-hand
From a lost and forgotten land
You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack sh**
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it?
f** that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube, I see the b**h in you
And I'mma make the world see it too
Straight-up and down