Rakim influenced every rapper that came after, you can hear it in King Sun. Still 🔥🔥🔥

Rap used to be a hooly mooly story back then, listening a track - like wathing a movie

Scientifik | Slicka Picka Upper (1991)

Gang Starr | Soliloquy Of Chaos (1992) Remix

Mobb Deep & Crystal Johnson | Temperature's Rising (1995) Getto Mix

Smif-N-Wessun | Stand Strong (1994)

Big L | Fed Up Wit The Bullshit (1995)

Strictly Ghetto

More terrifyin than a handgun
Watch your man run, cause he can't stand Sun
When I let loose the lights
And radiate heat to any zigga in the street that try to bite
Oh shit, the nigga bit, and ain't protected
Cause they felt like the whole world respected him
The hypocritical, talkin loud but ain't sayin nothin
Like I'm jealous all of a sudden
Boy, let me tell you 'bout life and bein hard
Jealousy's a devil, I'm true and livin God
The 5 Percent, not the jive percent
But the live percent, fuck that 85 Percent
And his accomplishments
I make only cream with the God supreme
Life is real, reality is not a dream
Those who chose to sleep, I wake em up
Cause you're sleepin with your mouth open hummin deez nuts

I never let the worst things in life get the best of me
Take these testes and ehm - open sesame
Here's a magic word you'll find absurd
Bitches always talk about me, so fuck what you heard
And what you're sayin, cause it's all propaganda
Soon as I blow up you show up with the slander
I hit you for a reason: skeezin - now I'm a woman beater
Women don't cheat, but quick to call a man a cheater
Now you're runnin to the next man
Like he really cares, stupid bitch, it's just a sex plan
I cut you off and found another girl to step to
Now you're comin back, cause the next man left you
I see you catchin mad hell on your own
Whatever happened to that you wanna be alone?
It wasn't you he really wanted, it was the butt
Now you and him can both humm deez nuts

I make a party bounce like a bad check
But some brothers flex like they're the ones catchin mad wreck
You could't catch a cold in the rain
So maintain before you'll be the next juvenile slained
Man, I thought you knew better, gee
You must not be from around here and don't know my pedigree
Allow me to show and prove for ya
I represents like a lawyer, I lyrically destroy ya
Rhyme rehearsin, fake underground cursin
Rapper, when I'm not emceein I'm just a person
Ordinary? No - Legendary? Maybe
Drivin Miss Daisy crazy, then I'm swayze
Dukes, and like Luke's my crew is 2 live
If it's business, I'm with this from 9 to 5
If it's pleasure you're seekin, my man, guess what
It might please you to know that you can humm deez nuts

King Sun | Humm Deez Nuts (1994)

Once upon a time there was a big diesel kid
Who just got sprung from a 10 year bid
10 years is a long time, he left as a pup
But came out as an adult, about to act up
Out on the block he played the average street games
Gamblin, scramblin, just to build up a name
Pumped a few pockets, he got on the spot
Not until he bought a Benz did his name get hot
Out on the streets slingin big rocks on concrete
Those who tried to play him, they cold got beat
I mean cold, you dissed him and you just got smoked
Then he'd take your spot and leave your family broke
Even five-o was petro and wouldn't even act up
To give him a ticket, they'd have to call in for back-up
That's how extra and large the boy got
Just gettin started in the game of a big shot

(Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie)

It only took two years for all of this to occur
He met a light-skinned squally and flipped over her
She was dope alright, but the girl was so young
Her eyes was so lovely that money was strung
This kid was 23 and the girl 16
See, another street king had now found his queen
And he was runnin things, puttin others in fear
Makin 20 g's a week, and that's a million a year
Steppin out to the club with his girl in a mink
Wearin custom-made jewels and big fat links
Go upstairs where his place would be set
With the choice of Dom Perrignon or Moët
Four soldiers undercover loungin with his brother
Everybody strapped with a vest and a rubber
Just in case somebody's girl got hot
But she was bagged and ragged in the club by a big shot

Spots from the east to the westside he ran
If money was power, then this kid was He-Man
Never again would homeboy go thirsty
Cause he bought a mansion in Patterson New Jersey
The house that was owned by Lou Castello
At the age of 25 life was so mellow
A father of 4, each had different mothers
That's to my knowledge, might have had others
Nothin could go wrong, the world was his
Until one day somebody gave him a quiz
To see if he was thorough or just a front
A kid pulled out and got smoked like a blunt
The brother knew how to react on impact
Bust him in the shoulders, opened up his back
Three more to go, what was four deep
Who were sent on a mission to put him to sleep
He dipped in a Benz, bein pursued by a van
Picked up the cellular phone to call his man
They strapped up and loaded up in the trucks
With A. K. 's, nines and Uzis, ready to buck
Now homebody was doin like 100 quick
Down the block cold jettin and not sweatin conflict
Bullets were flyin from the van behind him
His boys were rollin, but they couldn't find him
The city was large, and they had to think fast
He had on a vest, but what if he crashed?
The brother made a right, and what happens then?
A big yellow sign that read 'dead end'
Now he could give his soul to the essence to keep
All of a sudden there were shots from a black jeep
It was his young girl who met him at the spot
Cause she was always taught first hand from a big shot

The 18 year old female was so bold
Her and the homegirls always had ammo
The brothers in the van just kept on firin
Deep in the background the sounds of sirens
The kid in the Benz, got out and got shot
Caught two in the leg, and the lead was real hot
He fell to the ground with no strength to run
The clip was empty in his automatic gun
The girl in the jeep had blocked off the street
Tryin to save a big shot from defeat
Crazy gunfire last for a while
But then came the trucks with the Bigfoot style
A. K. 's and Uzis weighed more than tons
Killed the three brothers that tried to run
The ones who lived were arrrested by the cops
But the charges were dropped, the judges were paid by big shots

Listen, it's not hard to take charge
Life of a big shot is extra large
Strictly do or die, makin moves direct
Cause a big shot will always get just due respect
From east to west coast, mainly minorities
Make enough money to buy the authorities
Dollars are chill when the women are real hot
So no matter what, you'll always remember a big shot

King Sun | Big Shot (1990)

Black Moon (feat. Smif-N-Wessun) - Ack Like U Want It (1993)

Showbiz & AG - Fat Pockets (1992)

It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news
To sweep the world like a shockwave
The mighty Man of Steel, once the superchampion, admired by billions
Has proclaimed himself a wildman
Afraid of going on an uncontrollable rampage at any moment

Kool Keith

Ayo stupid, you thought I was over
Living like Oscar, Big Bird and Grover
I'm the X the man the first challenger
I keep rhymes in place like Bob Gallagher
Fittin, and in the chair I'm sittin
Rappers know I'm Kool, rappers know I'm Keith
Like Charlie Brown, good grief
I see rappers I know they turned African
I just pedal my bike, then I laugh again
I pull the girls with thread and one string
They say I'm steppin to them for one thing
But I don't think so, you think so, really?
Tapes is wack and new MC's sound silly
I hate to criticize, I have a problem
In this school wack rappers I'll solve them
They wanna be like Ultra on the jizz-ock
Try to act like they not but on the cizz-ock
Suckin, takin, aw-ll be slurpin
Comical bums your wack jams ain't workin
You ain't got the style to rock no man
You get a pound from me, but with no hand
Diss em!, I'm not the one Miss Ferguson
Cold stupid as hell like George Jefferson
Yeah, you dummies better be careful
I pick up rappers and throw away a handful
Yes... I'm Pluckin everyone's card 

[steppin to the man]
(repeat 3X)

Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star
Behind those glasses I know who you are
You Racer X, here's rubber speed
You dissin James? He's chicken feed
He can't rap or clap or make a feet tap
How bout Monie and Nikki? they both bullcrap
I see light in my lamp, but not on the mic
How could I diss myself in front of Dolemite
You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel
Then underline disguise and be the devil
Call yourself God, can you make it rain?
Can you tell me how or what I'm thinkin in my brain?
I'm not the bighead kid who wanna show off
I just pick up the mic and then I blow off
Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather
You ain't genuine, toyin real leather
Pleather, coming out in the weather
You rap on R&B tracks and whatever
Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain
Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain
I think twice about the big bow tie
You wearin one? I wanna know why
I see fools all dressed in tuxedos
And at the Grammy's, a bag of Fritos
Dumb people wonder, dumb people think
Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink
Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo
A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso
I'd rather stay in New York and not Hollywood
Fool, I'm Pluckin everyone's card 

[steppin to the man]
(repeat 4x)

You takin off you're gold and for what?
Because you wanna be down and so what?
You buy your African beads from Koreans
Africans, you walkin by human beings
You don't know, you're so stupid
Take the books you read you're still stupid
Learn, see the rappers I burn
You're coming next, it's your turn
Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa
On doo-doo, and whatever
You wanna speak on the X, then let's go with this
I know I'm talented, good, and such a pro at this
Trade, skill, future my job
And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob
You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal
Yes, you're in the showcase showdown
I hope you're ready to rock and come blow down
Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf
I'm not the man concerned with that story
Look out, watch, you're Three Feet and Sinkin
The Tribe's are lost and everyone's breath stinkin
[Ahhh, to the crossroad] (X-Clan sample)
Look at one man carry many loads
I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world
Remember, I'm

Pluckin everyone's card [steppin to the man]
Pluckin everyone's card (yell at the top of my lungs) [steppin to the man]
(repeat 3X)

Hahahahaha, you can't even focus the energies of your own body
How can you hope to topple the God of War, against his will?

Pluckin everyone's card (yell at the top of my lungs)
(repeat 3X)

You're one of those peace loving folk singers
Errrrr, let her contend with this...

King Sun | Big Shot (1990)

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