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whole verse by Inspectah Deck from Protect Ya Neck is pretty good imo: I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin' off the poo poo that I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
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RZA from Tearz: Check the script, me and the gods gettin' ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'boom boom' the bass would blast We was laughin' at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had began to discuss (Hey yo, Rob, remember that kid you bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him, hah hah hah hah hah ha Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner "Hey, Shorty, check it, run the bag and the dough!" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!" Money splattered him, BOW! Then he snatched the bag Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood all over the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was… Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, of us laughin' all the time I taught him all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words
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Prof. Crocodile posted:As I am thinking back on Wu-Tang lyrics I am realizing how good Inspectah Deck was on the albums, although IIRC his solo stuff kinda underperformed. Agreed - his verse on C.R.E.A.M was also really good imo: It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause poo poo is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not touch The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic But his solo stuff never really clicked for me much.
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GZA from Duel of the Iron Mic: Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors and biblical papers Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush gently caress the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss poo poo is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
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Dec 3, 2020 03:58
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drat, Inspectah Deck from Duel of the Iron Mic too: Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush Out of town foes look shook but still pose We move like real pros through the streets we stroll Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers Bitches caught in airports, Ki's in they vaginas No peace, yo the police mad corrupt You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing
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this thread making me nostalgically listen to beats now that i am 
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