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

Smif-N-Wessun | Stand Strong (1994)

Miilkbone | Keep It Real (1995) Remix

I slung slang
When i came in the do'
I told you before you never know what i know my
Name oh no I'm missin' you baby, my pro black flow
Strange but thats how i walk it
Slangs how i talk it
If it don't chart mother-fuark it
How do niggas know that it's me when i come
Cos' one hands on my nuts and the others on my gun nuff
Bic lights flick when my vocal tracks lit
Get so mad over it, that they'll kill for this shit
I gets projects respect from east and west
Hip-Hop's like this no matter where niggas rest
Recognize post-its
You know i represent hard core ex-slaves Under white governments
Every hard job can't left un-done
Before you splurt gun or ya bust pon'
Niggas run for cover cos' I'm wile in the game
Kill a rapper pon' stage cos' it's all in the game
Urban radio you must play this
Cos' we ain't got no time for yo' fake ghetto shit, see
I set the trends when i came in
Cos' i come from the slum and I'm steady slangin
See, i set the trends when i came in i come from a slum
I'm steady slangin

If he comes from a slum
You could see the fuckin'
Slang, in his walk, his talk
If he comes from a slum
Well you could hear the fuckin slang
Out the woofers in his trunk
If he comes from a slum
Well you could see the fuckin slang
In his walk, his talk
If he comes from a slum
Well you can hear the fuckin
Slang, out the woofers in his trunk

Dat a fierce, dat a dollar business
Slave traders run slum slang music
But me no worry, cos some black shit is gonna go down
And i gotta get mine
Come ghetto people ere' me talkin' sistren bawlin
Nigga would you stop cos' I'm all in
Who you think you foolin' witchya stolen style
I guess about a million cos' ya platinum now!
Look at me
Knowledge how i slip slide and slang
None can a hang, choose name get slain
Like C.L. nigga this ain't a game
Ain't in it for the fame, yet how can i complain
Jersey leave a stain represent black reign
Get ill loose your grill or snake ass fangs
You know who I'm talkin' to
All bullshit aside Mr Wise come through
It's a ghetto thing.. that brothers gotta have
If you don't understand.. well thats your stupid ass
But word em up, word to moms, word is bond, word to God
With skin this dark, i can't get the job
I'm living like this cos' my life ain't changing till the day that i die
I'mma be steady slangin
See I'm living like this my life ain't changing till the day that i die
I'mma be slangin

Some brothers slang, inna crack business
Poopa could do but i choose to slang this
Paraphernalia, MIC and music
If you choose to inhale just don't abuse it
Harl up a lickel wicked ex-slave talk never could hurt nuttin
Never would write chore
Chicks off tip as i kick politricks, black kids wuhent supposed to make $1 kid
Now we get good and plenty, Shot outs props and thangs
All the came from the use of the slang
So what you talkin' when you say you'll ban this
You'll get a cock back la inna red hot clip !
A lickle summin summin, from the slang in me
You can't change me, I'm an ex-slave see
My lips, my nose, my coco black skin, subject to the slum and I'm steady slangin

Wise Intelligent | Steady Slangin (1996) Remix

Eric B. & Rakim | Don't Sweat The Technique (1992) BL Socks Mix

Big L | Fed Up Wit The Bullshit (1995)

Ultramagnetic MC's (Feat. TJ Swan) | Stop Jockin Me (1991)

MF911 | Indian Tents (1996)

(Erick Sermon)
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
Dunk with the chunk, a funk with no airplay
Maybe at night, but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Like BBD, I was dope and far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre for Yo! MTV Raps
A show mainly for the Black
And still we can't ill, 'cause to them, that's wrong
'Cause like P.E. said, we're too Black and too strong
But hey, what can I say?
("Brothers and sisters") That's a price a rapper must pay, 'cause

(Parrish)
As airwaves collapse, rap shows at a standstill
Some waves short-circuit the frequencies, can't handle
The funk tracks produced by me and the E.D
That's the E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N, G
And it's a fat chance that we'll ever win a Grammy
Unless we sell out, kill the Black movement dead
Which means to swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a Black president
And rap about a Black cracked-out mayor in our residence
Give me a break, brothers, time to take a stand
And kill that no, sir, yes, sir, and thank you, ma'am
'Cause the word if's a luxury a Black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we're still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap will be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours, 'cause I'm going for mine
That's why I

Like BDP, why is that when wrong is done by the Black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked?
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt (Ow), the press gets pressed
Yo, but what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley?
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence ("E-E-Enough, enough")
So ("Fight the power"), and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too Black and yo, watch what you say, but we

Yeah
Scratch in the house
Ebony Projects is in the house
Hit Squad's in the house
Brentwood's in the house
K-Solo's in the house
Redman's in the house
Puff Daddy's in the house
Red Zone's in the house
Kid Capri's in the house
Pete Rock's in the house

EPMD | Give The People (1990) Jeep Mix

Scientifik | I Need A 40 (1991)

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)

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