EricBRakim - Part 1

J Rock | Streetwize (1991)

Main Source | Just Hanging Out (1991)

You puny protozoa, you're so minute you didn't know the
Gang has been watchin' but instead of just squashin' you
I'm scoopin' you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist, other scientists are followin'
Plannin' to examine you on a Petri dish
Sticking you and prickin' you just a teenie bit
I'm clever with science, but never relyin'
On false words from cowards who forever be tryin'
Insisting they come off, I let 'em get some off
Then come back with drum tracks their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin', like makin' love I'll never stop thrustin'
Into your system, so just listen
I'm like a neurosurgeon, operatin' with a purer version
I write prescriptions of words that fit in
The dope gets prescribed as I kick it live
'Cause it's more than a style, it's conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is to project that I mean this
You deadbeat, wait until you see my next feat
I get respect for the rep when I speak
Check the technique

I'm rushing you like a defensive end as I recommend
That you comprehend, I could stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what will occur
Will be the forfeiture of your immature
Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur
To rudely awaken you, I then'll be breakin' you
Taxin' without askin', extractin’ a snake in you
Makin' you succumb to the drums of Gang Starr
By far we are truly gifted ones, son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us losin'
You'll be dyin', tryin' to face the fate of your delusions
'Cause miscalculation is all you're statin'
So I'm chumpin', puntin' punks just like footballs
'Cause I'm gonna put y'all back in the mess hall
To clean up the slop, and stop all the bullcrap
Your rap's crazy wack, so don't try to pull that
You're lackin' the vernacular, I'm slappin' ya and cappin' ya
And closin' your jaw, 'cause you can't mess with Gang Starr
The Guru and Premier always dope with the blessed beats
Dance your ass off, hobbes, check the technique

"Bon voyage", "Sayonara", "Arrivederci"
Your ass gets busted, doodoo mustard, you tried to work me
You erk me, because you copy and falsify
And I don't care how many step up, 'cause you all could try
To wish and fish for a style, here's a fishing rod
These rhymes are hittin' hard, constantly I'm gettin' large
Inevitably, I readily kick a spree
Of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep, but just peep me
Puttin' methods on records and spinning for each millisecond
33 RPMs displays the art of men
And as my rhymin' builds you see my time it's chill...
And then I look upon weak ones
I'm teachin' each one so they become redone
Essays are relayed to twist you up like French braids
Or tighter like corn braids, 'cause I got a strong rage
Force like police raids to never be delayed
I once was the least paid but I made the grade
'Cause this ain't a slave sale and I ain't the same stale
Rapper, no, I'm not a phony microphonist with no class or
No type of real appeal or real talent
And it makes me violent, man
To see all of these peewee league MC wannabes
Making G's 'cause some dumb companies
Have lots of money but no idea of what is wack and what is dope
So check out what the Guru wrote
'Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unveil
Have enough brain cells so I can stay paid well
Now I'm in the driver's seat, and rockin' the liver beats
Bouncin' and boomin' and blastin' you to the next seat
Sheek and unique with lots of kick like a cleat
Check the technique

Gang Starr | Check The Technique (1990) Remix

EPMD - Head Banger (Remix Radio Edit)

Paid In Full

Gold

Juice (Know The Ledge)

Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em (Upso Mix)

I Ain't No Joke

I Know You Got Soul

Don't Sweat The Technique

01 Craig G. - Dropping Science

Ed O.G & Da Bulldogs | I Got To Have It (1991)

Public Enemy | Brothers Gonna Work It Out (1990)

Kool Moe Dee Diss

Milky, and I'm back!
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'mma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it boil
Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it, HUH!
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a wash up, my name is

Chorus:
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
(King Hecules!)

Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
It's the gangsta boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Homegirls in the house, c'mon
Homegirls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a
People don't know how nice I am
He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to

Break it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my fame, my
'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, clown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LP's
Day after day after day
You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm

"Jack the Ripper!" "The baddest around!"

I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street talker
Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize weak emcees, don't you know
Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
When I'm rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..

LL Cool J | Jack The Ripper (1987) (Original Mix)

MC Sergio | Your My Opponent (1989)

Gang Starr | Check The Technique (1990)

Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em (Upso Mix)

Eric B. & Rakim

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