HIP HOP CLASSICS

Chubb Rock, OC, Jeru The Damaja

"We did it like that and now we do it like this"
"We did it like that and now we do it like this"

(Chubb Rock)
Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?
Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train
The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw
It comes from other places, not the tinted faces
Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters
You'll watch Channel Zero with that bitch Barbara Walters
She'll have you believe black invented crack
When President Lyndon had the formula way back
In '63 with Kennedy, yes, the double cross
Remember that's when they blew his fucking head off
Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pets
Nixon bounced pure checks
No picket fence, no job, no 8-cylinder car
Blue collar turns to bourgeois
Depressed in your chest
Demerol for sess, no dough, crack in vials much less
White tee's can sell on the corners of Bushwick
White tee's can sell on the corners of Flatbush
White tee's can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy
Pass the torch to that nigga guy
So just die, nigga, die, nigga
You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong
Get high, fly, clock. Next, boost your steel
In '95, we take back Ebbets Field

[Scratched]
"Now let's take a sec to think back"

(O.C)
Brooklyn: Traveling distance to party
Brooklyn: absent at functions? Not hardly
Brooklyn: the name alone holds Godly
You don't know? You better ask somebody
Crack filled streets since '85.
The Beast getting paid to not bust
Hookers’ drawers got crust
Cats clapping regular
Hardcore niggas with phat gold chains on the corner maintaining
Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of
Latin Quarters—keep home your daughters
‘Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming
Ignorant Ducks are shooting, wiling
They're not aiming
One Easter—now, to think about it, what a pity
Five people died in front of Skate City
Senseless, Back then you was ill if you had a gun
People gash you and flash you, damn, no fun
Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much ‘cause
Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the fuck on up.
You had Do or Die, East New York, mad Hell
Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell
So many memories I can't manifest
Yo, ‘Ru, start where I finish and, to Brooklyn, God bless

[Scratched Hook]
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

(Jeru the Damaja)
Listen ‘cause, for your mind, I got the right nutrition
We keep shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken
Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain
Trife type chicks, “Top Billin'”s the anthem
Rastas smoke marijuana, enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner
Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip
So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips
Clips, whatever happened to .38 Special?
Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue
Probably the same one that killed Noriega.
Chips that power nuclear bombs power my Sega
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
Leave most niggas dead or in prison
In Crookland, right hand cuts off the left hand
To spite the hand. Jealous of the next man
So violent crimes black-on-black, plus mad crack to boot
Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot
“Make money money, get money, take money.”
I can't understand that concept ‘cause Jah rules everything around me
Fire burns the unjust like arson, larceny
Melt emcees with mental telepathy
With precision, we're slicing and dicing.
Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest

Crooklyn Dodgers '95 | The Return Of The Crookyln Dodgers (1995)

Greatest Hits

California Love (Original Version) [feat. Roger Troutman & Dr. Dre]

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Still D.R.E. (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Chin Check

In My Lifetime, Vol.1

Where I'm From

The Black Album

99 Problems

Efil4zaggin

Alwayz Into Somethin'

Black Sheep - The choice is yours (1991)

It Was Written

The Message

Black Moon - Who Got da Props? (1992)

Royal Flush - Worldwide

Illegal - Head Or Gut (1993) (Kriss Kross & Chi-Ali Diss)

Main Source - Live at the Barbeque (1991)

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...

Ultramagnetic MC's - Pluckin Cards (1991) (Native Tounges, X-Clan, Salt N Pepa Diss)

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