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Greatest hip-hop record EVER by a female She was a one-hit wonder, but she sure as fuck made her one count.
All glocks down Arriving is the bulletproof lyricist Ah, rude boy, big up! - now here dis I'm classic like a coca-cola Why don'tcha rolla L and make it spiffy Are the L's twisty? Oh yes let's get lifty Long live the rugged female Heather B So all you gun-waving niggas put down ya glocks, please No need for playing the hard anymore The bulletproof lyricist is knockin' atcha door So open up and let me in let's get nasty if ya wanta I'll freak that butt like a film by heather hunta Touch you cut you i might just bust you Bust your shit mc turned trick East coast kid - that's how i swing Bounce to Brooklyn No need to question what I've partooken Just know Heather B's back in town - there's no question ALL GLOCKS DOWN Glocks down Hit'em with that funky sound' I can break it down like whateva you want Glocks down Hit'em with that funky sound I can break it down like whatever you want Walkin' with my middle finger up Brown Timbs steppin' through Comin' soon to a corner spot near you It's the sidewalkin' rap talkin' hip-hop sister No need to tryyyyy me mista You got rhymes? Go for it We need no chorus Freestyles coming from da door Now who's testin' the untestable? Styles flexible you're gonna have to bounce 12 rounds TKO by the 3rd Fuck what you heard! I didn't feel like playin' around Cause you's part time with a part rhyme Committin' no crimes and claimin' to be hard on the block So feel me funk, my beat, my vibe Recognize that I'm live all live You know the time kid Just raise up rise up open ya eyes Already got you sized so wise up bitch An L to the neck a double deuce of becks And now my minds set I'll be rowdy to the death Do us part one love rock crew right here in heart No need to play me son You'll get did, done, turn in all gats all guns I'm leavin' shorty with her hair undone And then you'll know Heather B's back in town So no question ALL GLOCKS DOWN Glocks down Hit'em with that funky sound I can break it down like whateva you want! Glocks down Hit'em with that funky sound I can break it down like whateva you want! I got my peeps to my left and to my right Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife I love the orange light from the Dutch master tip My whole crew spent a half a hunned - gone, spent Chocolate thai - true dat, yo who him? Who dat? Snatchin' up the L like a sniper? Son you will surely miss the next cipher If ya ever try to hog up the L again First son to dig in last one to kick in Now I hear ya riffin' while I'm countin ya tokes The henloke burns my throat from no chaser I'm feelin' vibes on my hip from the black pager Blowin' up for the nine-four for the nine-five For the nine square either way say word word Heather B is in there to the most high Most def no quest ALL GLOCKS DOWN | |
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if you're gonna list her, then i'm gonna go totally indulgent and list this:
Do it Like A Robot I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control Ms. Princess that's me, Ms. Princess Fuck you if you nasty Need 411 son just ask me, I'm everywhere you wanna be Ring the Bell like Atlantic hard wired round the world I make the crowd get frantic Let me be candid, I'm pedantic, you might not understand it I attack but play like Mamet bzz dammit watch your back my brains are damaged Bionic lady call me Jaime me and Million buck man we gonna save Slim Shady I'm Crazy my genetic code programmed for robot mode computer human antidote MP3 LCD's in my BVD's G3 key snot I sneeze You forgot--Please I remember every number Buy 1 thousand condoms at Price Club I'm a member Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot Transmission nifty, shift your stick in position in a jiffy Pop! You missed me, Popcorn maker in my pussy Like Debussy I kick minuets kicked cigarettes now I make bigger bets than figureheads Get down on bigger beds than chickenheads what I said, Head my letterhead ACDC I'm a metalhead, No strobelight ho but sick in silhouettes Trained like a track get back exact MIT Lab I'm back Damn this baby's stacked you want cash I'm Nasdaq You like that give the pin I'm MAC I crashed Mathematical, unflappable never take grammatical sabbaticals Advance on mechanicals unstoppable I'm topical Invent new robot shit like butt mixed with popsicle -What? It's the Babygotbackical Are you on crack at all? Nah I'm clean squeaky on Ajax Scratch that I'm on magnets Doo doo doo do inspect my gadgets Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot In my stomach, I got a blender, drink lemonade, bend for Bender whims like Wender You remember the soda vendor you kicked? Get you in December Data and matter I'm madder than a hatter I gather Spin letters much faster than Vanna, bananas Cut tongues like Mick Jagger when I dabble in anger C'mon gives me kicks I'm a steel chick Plastic metal unreal chick/I dig Numbers and engines sprockets and chrome Benzes Rhodedendrums shear em with x-ray lenses Senses/don't have em don't want em-fool Senseless/ don't argue I am programmed to beat you Teach you a thing or two About the 20th Century and the 21- January 1 be the same shit as December 31 And I'm not the one to put the damper Go party, drink 40's pee your pants with the Pamper Clothes in the hamper, dried sticky throw-up mouth sore with the canker By the power of Grayskull I'm the Master of the Universe I am money, take this bitch to the banker, I am money, take this bitch to the banker | |
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Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
Hot damn! hot damn hoe, here we go again Suckers steal a beat when you know they can’t win You stole the beat, are you havin fun? Now me and the aud’s gonna show you how it’s done You are what I label as a, nerve plucker You’re pluckin my nerves you MC sucka I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn That I am like a stock and my word is bond Like James, killin everybody in sight The code’s three-six, the name is Lyte After this jaaaam I really don’t give a damn Cause I’ma run and tell your whole damn clan That you’re a Beat biter! dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker! (repeat 2x) Hit me why don’tcha, hit me why don’tcha? Milk’s bodyguard, is my bodyguard too You wanna get hurt well this is what you do You put your left foot up and then your right foot next Follow instructions, don’t lose the context Thirty days a month your mood is rude We know the cause of your bloody attitude Beat biter! dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker! (repeat 2x) Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim sound-alike Here’s a milkbone, a sign of recognition Don’t turn away, I think you should listen close Don’t boast, you said you wasn’t braggin You fuckin liar, you’re chasin a chuckwagon The only way you learn you have to be taught That if a beat is not for sale then it can’t be bought When you leave the mic, you claim it’s smokin Unlike Rakim, you are a joke And I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don’t sleep Beat biter! dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker! (repeat 2x) When I’m in a jam, with my homegirl Jill My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill So I step in the middle, shake it just a little Wait for some female to step up and pop junk Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk Now I’m not tryin to say that I’m into static But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it Cause I ain’t goin out like a sucker no way So I sit around the way for you to make my day We can go for the hands, better yet for the words Cause you’ll be ignored, and at the same time, I’ll be heard Throughout the city, the town and the country The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky There is no delayin in the rhyme I’m sayin Neither are the flaws of what my dj is playin So sit back jack, and listen to this It’s 10% dis.. Cause I’m just about ready to fly this fist Against your lips! But I’ll wait for the day or night that you approach And i’ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast! Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble Your skin just crumble, a battle’s no trouble Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is rulin it I hate to laugh in your face, but you’re funny Your beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummy On the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphlet Better yet a booklet.. Your rap is weak homegirl And it’s definitely crooked! Others write your rhymes, while I write my own I don’t create a character, when I’m on the microphone I am myself, no games to be played No script to be written, no scene to be made I am the director, as far as you are concerned You don’t believe me, then you’ll have to learn This ain’t as hard as mc lyte can get And matter of fact, you ain’t seen nothin yet! So never let me step into a party hardy Talk to some people and then hear from somebody ’you wanna battle? ’ cause you know where I am You don’t wanna come in the 90’s and see me at a jam When a, mic is handy, ten feet away I stretch my arm like elastic, hand like a magnetic Set assure, you know I don’t play When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity Beat biter! dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker! (repeat 2x) | |
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MC Lyte right here with Cold Rock a Party. That was the shit in '96!!
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house | |
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Here's one.....Queen Latifah Wrath of my madness 1988 her 1st joint ever!!!!!
My mellow Latee was kicking flavor The R.E. posse said Yo Latifah we can do this So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught And I agreed because I already knew this Now you should want to flex, cause I'm in full effect Queen Latifah is five-oh on this set You've been begging and dying for somebody's rhyming to set you free For God so loved the world he gave to me I'm coolin teaching those needing schoolin The mic, this mic in my hand, I'm rulin So prepare your mind for my lifeline And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness Latifah has the spirit so head for the water And dive into the wrath of my madness (Latifah: rasta chorus) Cost of living getting higher cause them to rhyme our way Queen Latifah getting higher cause her to rhyme our way Some MC's have gold and Arrogant vein And using each other to compete with Their subjects I pity because their rhymes are not witty like mine To write a rhyme so delicious you can eat it There are those who like my taste, but don't consider biting There's penalties for those who don't do writing, just be reciting Everyone else's word that took a lot of thinking It's not my fault your thoughts are shrinking while mine are growing, yes you know like all the woman inside of me Despite what you do or say, and even in spite of me Brothers, catch my eye with little hijinks like eye winks Dying to have a lover of my likeness So release all your shyness, call me Your highness And dare to feel the wrath of my madness (Latifah: rasta chorus) Cost of living getting higher cause them to rhyme our way Queen Latifah getting higher cause her to rhyme our way Word of mouth is always everlasting And everlasting are the words that I bring The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey And music is made by Mark the 45 King You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass The voice is too vicious, the same as the pace The crowds, they love me, they give only hugs The shrinked-to-fit buttonflies fit quite snug As a bug, you know why? Because I'm bugging Of the beats that DJ Mark is loving So plex on the sounds that I'm pumping I'm jumping with the energy to turn your mind to gladness Come on, just get into it, don't lie and say you've been through it Feel the wrath of my madness (More rasta singing) I scene is mine cause I took it I took it for the money and I took it for the fun Don't step up in my face, you don't want to feel the taste Don't try and play me out, cause I am not the one Brothers on my brastrap, sisters clocking my sound, why? Because they wanna be down with the Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H in command I supply the concept for you to understand For those who want to bite, don't make me have to fuss The only thing you get is the gluteous maximus Suckers on the tip, you're loving me, you're leaving me You wish that one day you could have this Come on, you know the time, just be thankful for the rhyme And get up on the wrath of my madness (Extended ragga outro) I am not African. Africa is in me, but I cannot return.
I am not taína. Taíno is in me, but there is no way back. I am not european. Europe lives in me, but I have no home there. I am new. History made me. My first language was spanglish. And I am | |
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My favorite hip-hop female record is Queen Pen's "A Party Ain't a Party" (Remix). It samples Earth, Wind & Fire's, "On Your Face" which is the main reason I like it.
As for dope lyrics - I like Lauryn Hill's "Lost Ones". | |
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ladygirl99 said: MC Lyte right here with Cold Rock a Party. That was the shit in '96!!
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house Big co-sign. "Eyes on This" is probably my favorite album from her. Ooh, little darlin' if you're
free 4 a couple of hours (Free 4 a couple of hours) If U ain't busy 4 the next 7 years (Next 7 years) Say, let's pretend we're married and go all night | |
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"Super Soul Sis"
(feat. Jah Skills) Well it's the super, the duper, the Landcruisin trooper ?Take action? at times, they hang on my rhyme like Mr. Cooper I'm takin you to a zone that's much far from wackness So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this? Yo, oh no, grab a hold of fadeables, gettin her flows on like FloJo, rhymes in a marathon Smooth like chocolate, so call me Big Mamma Kane Feels like another one goin out for her reign Step back, because I happen to be on that plus tax I got more subscribers than HBO or Cinemax Nile at the mile I rip style after style Crack dope in all the vials, ooh I'm glad I used Dial Cause they can't get funky when I'm singin my song but I just flow on, and so on, I'm stinky cause I roll on And then I hear rhyme callin I won't give it a rest That's how I got the motherfuckin Super on my chest [chorus] [Snoop:] Fly through the sky gettin love [?:] the whole wide world will watch me [repeat 2X] Mister it's the, Masta Aces of the spade Rappin skills are thinner than niggaz on AIDS Up up and away it's the Super Soul Sis I talk so much shit I got, halitosis I knows this, I flows this, I'm funky, you stank You a walkin blood bank I whip y'all with my shank Danks for the memories, remember me no remedies or end in the vicinity or catch a cap like a Kennedy Cause I'm the Superwoman rapper I deserve a hail Chasin MC's, got em on the run like Smurfs from Azrael No bluff, the magic I puff, I'm chokin sho nuff I'm takin a bite out of rappers if my name was MC Negra [Warren G:] She's hotter than the South land on fire All you MC's desire, to run through my pyre I'm turnin heads like the Exorcist while flexin this Cause it's the Super Soul Sis [chorus] Sat on the outside, but now I'm the arena A superfly mackadocious one you never seen a soulful, cause I got a bowl-full of soul Strollin because I have no vehicle to roll But bring it bring it back to the topic of the solar mind I can flow upbeat, to a slow beat, and be off beat and still on time I rhyme, and swim waves of soul like Billy Ocean Never ashy, lyrics that soothe ya like some lotion Cause I can Krush any Groove bust on any move ya make I keep my rhymes attached, like trains to a freight Break ya Achey like Billy Ray, I'm fuckin up the industry And fins to be, Nanu Nanu like Mork and Mindy [chorus] |
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darkstranger521 said: She was a one-hit wonder, but she sure as fuck made her one count.
All glocks down I love that song, but what about "If Headz Only Knew"? "Whitney was purely and simply one of a kind." ~ Clive Davis | |
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Queen Latifah's "U.N.I.T.Y." and Monie Love's "Grandpa's Party" are my favorites. | |
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