sexyAuntyFuka said:

are you serious? come on now. E was NOT a rapper.

NWA were ignorant and overrated.

goodlookingmofo said:

Don't know much about Hip Hop, eh?

RAKIM.

Microphone Fiend (1st verse):

I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
’cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " yes y’all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small
Cool, ’cause I don’t get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother’s done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don’t need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I’m raging, ripping up the stage and
Don’t it sound amazing ’cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz it’s sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you’re stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
Cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend rakim
Spread the word, ’cause I’m in
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can’t solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that’s thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I’ll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? beware, it’s the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain’t stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I’m fiending for a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend...

It is easy to point at NWA and the monumental solo albums of Eazy E, Ice Cube, and Dr. Dre and say that their "ignorance" "poisoned" hip hop because of the influence on everyone else. But Straight Outta Compton, The Chronic, Eazy Duz It on a standalone basis are great hip hop.

"The mark of greatness is when everything before you is obsolete and everything after you bears your mark."

Another Great Rakim Lyric...

The Ghetto (1st Verse):

Planet Earth was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worse
The rough gets goin the goin gets rough
When I start flowin the mic might bust
The next state'll shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
Cause times is hard on the boulevard
So I bogaurd and never get scared I'm god
But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Lookin over the edge but the R never fell
Or tripped or slipped cause my Nikes got grip
I stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on the mic I feind on
I stand alone and need nothin to lean on
Goin for self with a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
Cause it aint where you from it's where you at
Even the Ghetto
I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
Take a trip through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin how hard it was to be born
Me being cream with no physical form
Millions of cells with one destination
To reach the best part that's life's creation
Nine months later a job well done
Make way cause here I come
Since I made it this far can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know-how
To be all there is to be and more
To see all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I studied my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me
Cause back in the days they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man and strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge the form back to knowledge precise
Across the desert that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in cause I'm the Asian
Reaching for the city of Mecca visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti then I seen her
Mind keeps travelin I'll be back after I
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I fought and I just fought the people
Under the darks skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here's an aparthied
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It aint where you from it's where you at
Even the Ghetto
No more props I want property in every Burrough
Nobody's stoppin me because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make give me real estate for me to own
Where ever I bless a microphone
Double O seven is back and relaxin
On point and reactin and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and takin it easy
Quiet is kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd I get loud as a bum rush
But calm keep a low pro and play the background
Hoping the wack rappers put the mic back down
So rip it break it in half go ahead and slam it
Cause when it's time to build I'm a mechanic
I'm bondin and mendin attachin and blendin
So many solos there is no ending
People in my neighborhood they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood where ever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex I left my name on necks
My Trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played c-lo
When I rolled 4,5,6 they go we know
So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it aint where you from it's where you at
Even the Ghetto

Cinnie said:

Say dat shit!

Melle Mel's last verse from The Message:

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Rakim "In The Ghetto"

Planet Earth was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets going, the going gets rough
When I start flowing, the mic might bust
The next state, I shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Looking over the edge but the R never fell
A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equip
Any stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
Going for self wit a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at

Queen Latifah "U.N.I.T.Y"

I hit the bottom, aint nowhere else to go but up
Bad days at work give you an attitude then you were rough
And take it out on me but thats about enough
You put your hands on me again Ill put your ass in handcuffs
I guess I fell so deep in love I grew dependency
I was too blind to see just how it was affecting me
All I knew was you, you was all the man I had
And I was scared to let you go, even though you treated me bad
But I dont want my kids to see me getting beat down
By daddy smacking mommy all around
You say Im nothing without ya, but Im nothing with ya
A man dont really love you if he hits ya
This is my notice to the door, Im not taking it no more
Im not your personal whore, thats not what Im here for
And nothing good gonna come to ya til you do right by me)



Notorious B.I.G. "Juicy"

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Lil Kim (Quiet Storm Remix)
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Lyte as a Rock ***h, hard as a **** b***
This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
in the parkin lots, where my n**** Rock like to spark-a-lot
My Brook-lyn style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
The embezzler, chrome treasurer
The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit
Comin in this game on some modelin shit
B**** s*** c*** just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop
It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P
What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live
Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn



Nas "NY State of Mind"
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps

2pac "Keep Ya Head Up"

Verse One:

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
[Edited 4/17/09 15:40pm]

I love the Lauryn part in Zealots
But my favourite is actually the song "it ain't no fun" of Doggy Style featuring Snoop, dat nigga Daz, Kurupt and Warren G the nigga with a clout.
Despite the blatant misojgny the lyrics and the beat are real clever and very memorable.

I apologise if I have left out lyrics, it was 15 years since I have heard it

"Til I met u last night baby
Then u opened up yo gap
I had respect for yo lady
But now I gave it all back
Cos u gave me all yo pussy
And u even sucked my balls
Left yo numba on da cabnit
And I gave yo ass a call
Cos I have neever loved a girl
Innn the whole wide world

Yo if Kurrupt gave a fxxk about a bitch
I'd always be broke
I'd never have no mfxxing endo 2 smoke
I get paid in a duty
Bitch you can't do me
Do we look like BBD u hoochie groupie
I don't love no hos
I was taught in the pound
So how the fuck am I supposed to know
That I have 2 pay dis hoe
Just 2 lay dis hoe
I know da pussez mine, so I'm a fuck a couple one time
And then what to do with it
Shit I don't know, throw it 2 da homez
Cos she ain't nothin but a bitch 2 me
And y'all know that bitches don't mean shit to me
I gives a fuck, so why don't you pay attention
to the new comprehension
I'm Kurrupt ho! I'll never be your only one.
Trick ass biiittttcccchhhhh!!!!!

It aint no fun, if the niggaz can't have none

Guess whose back in the mf'in house
With a fat dick for yo mf'in mouth
Hos recognise, bitches do 2
Cos when niggaz get down
Its a form of voodoo
So what u gonna do
U really don't know
So I advise u not to trust that ho
How silly of me 2 fall in love with a bitch
Knowing damn well she get caught up with my dick
Now as the sun rotates and my gang grows bigga
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga
I go on and above, I go hard on my bitches cos I nevernever soft on them
I lay back in da cut, and I see my homie break
with bitches on my side and bitches on my back
So back off bitch, cos I'm struggling
Just get on yo knee and then start juggling
These mf'in nuts in yo mouth
Its me Warren G the nigger with a clout.

It aint no fun if the homies cant have none
It aint no fun if the homies cant have none

(I forget the rest but it ain't as good)

One for the money two for the bitches
Three to get to ready and four for the switches
in my 93 Chevette.

Just to note, I liked this song when I was like 17 and 18, and I like its structure now, but the lyrics are silly and go against everything I believe in, still its a well made rap song. If gangsta pimp rap could be this good again
[Edited 4/17/09 16:09pm]
[Edited 4/17/09 16:12pm]

Lauryn Hill on "Final Hour"

Now I be breakin' bread sippin Manichevitz wine
Pay no mind party like it's 1999
But when it comes down to ground beef like Palestine
Say your rhymes, let's see if that get you out your bind
Now I'm a get the mozzarella like a Rockerfeller
Still be in the church of Lalibela
Singing hymns a cappella
Whether posed in Maribella in Couture
Or collectin' residuals from off the Score
---
Salt-N-Pepa on "Hyped On The Mic"

We're gonna break it down to you how it should be broke
Rhymes written not bitten and how it should be wrote
People jammin' not standin' and what you hope
A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
***** he'd be madly hyped
Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type"
Get away from her, I tell you before she gets pissed
She's got a left with a cut, and it'll go like this

Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, but you were a big wheel
Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal
As you flip like a freak the whole world just flopped
Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the defest gettin' deffer and ought to be kept
Take a breath between rhymes with a bet, tell 'em Pep
Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick
Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll stick
When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype
Salt and Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic!!!

could somebody tell me what the hell
was said where the stars are?
since a lil boy I could never make it out
and I see none of the lyrics sites could either ROTFL

I Take Seven MC'S
Put'em In a Line
Then Add Seven More Brothas
Who Think They Can Rhyme
Well It'll Take Seven More
Before I Go For Mine
Now That's 21 MC'S
Ate Up At The Sametime.....Rakim "My Melody"

The B.I.G.D.A-Double-D.Y.K.A.N.E.
I'm Good And Plenty
Servin' Many And Any
Competition Wishin' For A Expedition
I'm Straight Up Dissin' And Dismissin'
Listen
Rappers Act So Wild
They Love To Profile
Frontin' Hard But Ain't Got No Style
I Give Nightmares To Those Who Compete
Freddy Kruger Walkin' On Kane Street..... Smooth Operator


Rap Prime Minister
Some Say Sinister
Non Stoppin' The Groove
Until When It's The Climax
And I Max Relax And Chill
Get A Break Of A Take Of Me Actin Ill
Brain Cells Are Lite
Ideas Start To Hit
Next A Formation Of Words That Fit
At The Table I Sit
Makin' It Legit
And When My Pen Hit's The Paper
OWWWW SHIT!!..... Ain't No Half Steppin'


Two from one of the G.O.A.T. Big Daddy Kane

Not sure if anyone posted this but to me this is the greatest rap verse evr by Lupe fiasco on Hurt me SOul

So through the grim reaper sickle sharpenin
Macintosh marketin; all you field arguin
brazilian adolescent disarmament
israeli occupation, islamic martyrdom-precise
yea laser guided tar-ge-tin oil 4 food botherin
terrorist organization harborin, sand camouflage armymen
ccf sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
louis vutton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
string theory ponderin, bolemic vomitin
catholic priest fondlin pre-emptive bombin-n
Osama n Obama n'em, they breakin n my car again
before the station is overhaulin them
hennessy and hypnotic swallowing, hydropaunic caughinin
all the world's ills
sitting on chrome twenty four inch wheels LIKE THAT!

MuthaFunka said:

I know everything about hip hop.
I've been listening to rap for 13 years.

NWA were ignorant and brought the art DOWN.

smoothoperator said:

I just put that on my phone.
One of the greatest songs ever.
All the verses are great on the message.

goodlookingmofo said:

Trust me. No you don't.

Huggiebear said:

That's why I posted it on page 1

MuthaFunka said:

Oooooohhhhh, 13 WHOLE years, ain't hip hop been around for almost 40????

DirtyChris said:

That's why I posted it on page 1

SCNDLS said:

MuthaFunka said:

trust me i do

SCNDLS said:

Didn;t zeppelin disband decades ago?

what a SILLY post
Someone can use books, documentaries and music to EDUCATE themselves

cappadonna

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

goodlookingmofo said:

Trust me, I can't.

goodlookingmofo said:

So you've only been listening to Hip Hop since 96 which would suggest your kinda on the young side and don't understand the impact NWA had on Hip Hop when they blew up in the late 80's. Even though Ice-T came first NWA was the crew that put the West Coast on the Hip Hop map, the first ones to get true respect worldwide.

Abdul said:

yes i know but i am not a sheep and don't give a fuck about impact and sales. Britney spears had huge impact.
NWA were not great in any way apart from saying fuck the police; a statement i agree with 100%.
The second album is disgraceful.
Cube obviously had a great deal of sucess after NWA but even he is vastly overrated imo. Songs like cave bitch make me sick. That is indeed ignorance.

I am at the stage where i am not feling fake gangsters portraying themselves as tough guys. It's pathetic. Ice t on the other hand was a real gangster; not that it makes him a great rapper. The point is NWA were not all that great imo. Gangster rap was NOT a good thing and they made it popular which meant after that everyone had to be the tough guy.

Abdul said:

Now, see, why you gotta go and say that? You guys and your "truths"!

goodlookingmofo said:

That part in bold PROVES you don't know Hip Hop. At. All. Do your homework on Ice T and you'll find th error in that statement.

goodlookingmofo said:

You missed the whole point of NWA, it wasn't about them being tough guys/ gangsters etc..... They talked about a culture that existed, and still exist in most hoods BTW, they picked up where Ice-T started. BTW Easy was a real gangsta too

MuthaFunka said:

LOL I had to say something Mutha, most of us in this thread remember the late 80's and know how important NWA is to Hip Hop. You can't mention it without NWA being in the discussion