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roxy reynolds: hey dickie
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ebonics

this track should've been posted the very first week of this blog, given it's
concept of street slang. & L pretty much breaks it down for y'all. drey can
recall hearing big L on the yes you may remix waaaaaay back when....
around the time nas began to get recognition. drey was a huge lord finesse
fan when he took L under his wing & basically you can hear the heavy
funkyman influence. L started out with d.i.t.c. along with fat joe, o.c.,
diamond d & others. didn't know he was killed in the danger zone till
months after. r.i.p. big L.

big L - ebonics



ebonics:
Yo, pay attention
And listen real closely how I break
this slang shit down

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus: repeat (2X)
[nas] "Speak with criminal slang"
That's just the way that I talk, yo
[nas] "Vocabulary spills, I'm ill"

Yo, yoA burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark A sweat box is a small club,
your ticker's your heart Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you cumming
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical forceY
ou took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother,
Big LeeHoldin' it downYeah,
Flamboyant for lifeYeah yeah,
Flamboyant for life

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Post-Apocalypse???

The strangest monument in America looms over a barren knoll in northeastern Georgia. Five massive slabs of polished granite rise out of the earth in a star pattern. The rocks are each 16 feet tall, with four of them weighing more than 20 tons apiece. Together they support a 25,000-pound capstone. Approaching the edifice, it's hard not to think immediately of England's Stonehenge or possibly the ominous monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Built in 1980, these pale gray rocks are quietly awaiting the end of the world as we know it.

Called the Georgia Guidestones, the monument is a mystery—nobody knows exactly who commissioned it or why. The only clues to its origin are on a nearby plaque on the ground—which gives the dimensions and explains a series of intricate notches and holes that correspond to the movements of the sun and stars—and the "guides" themselves, directives carved into the rocks. These instructions appear in eight languages ranging from English to Swahili and reflect a peculiar New Age ideology. Some are vaguely eugenic (guide reproduction wisely—improving fitness and diversity); others prescribe standard-issue hippie mysticism (prize truth—beauty—love—seeking harmony with the infinite).

What's most widely agreed upon—based on the evidence available—is that the Guidestones are meant to instruct the dazed survivors of some impending apocalypse as they attempt to reconstitute civilization. Not everyone is comfortable with this notion. A few days before I visited, the stones had been splattered with polyurethane and spray-painted with graffiti, including slogans like "Death to the new world order." This defacement was the first serious act of vandalism in the Guidestones' history, but it was hardly the first objection to their existence. In fact, for original wired article Click Here to Read More..

god emcee...rakim allah

the microphone fiend rakim

many regard rakim as the g.o.a.t.(greatest of all time).
this cat ran with the real/original 50 cent & even had
dude in his early videos (50 relieved him of his chain
later on though). rakim is extremely low key & kinda
had issues with kane earlier on in their careers. when
run-dmc & others were screamingover beats in the mid
80s. ra came through with his super mellow & laid-back
flow(many [including 2pac] say nas bit/stole his rhyme
style.. his 1st release is considered a hip hop
classic (even by drey). he pretty much changed the
way rappers rapped back then & he still got it. but,
dont sweat his technique.


don't sweat the technique:
Let's trace the hints and check the file
Let see who bit to detect the style
I flip the script so they can't get foul
At least not now, it'll take a while
I change the pace to complete the beat
I drop the bass,'till mc's get weak.
For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep
...'Cause when I speak,
they freak To sweat the technique
I made my debut in '86
Wit my melody and a president's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits wit' beats,
for parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique

They wanna know how many rhymes
have I ripped & wrecked but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience's ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I'm a rhythm destructor
Difficult styles that'll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek
And peep the technique

I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap
Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete
They never grow old techniques become antiques
Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant
And the wild style'll have much more volume
Classical too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical
Here's some soothing souvenirs for all the years
They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas
It's cool when you freak to the beat
But don't sweat the technique


rakim - dont sweat the technique

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hiding place

(lb)phonte & big pooh elzhi

what's good, what's really good? damn, drey just realized
that the blog's been asleep for the past few days...no icandy,
no free mp3...nada. gonna hit you with a fire track from
little bro ft. elzhi. this was the very 1st joint drey heard
from these cats & was thoroughly impressed. at last...
lyrics for ya ass. songs like this lured drey to being the
hip hop head that he is. enjoy.

*(btw, if you read the lyrics, the r&b group foreign exchange
is these guys...holy shit)


I'm a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer
Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer
My stanza, get it going like a car, (vroom)
Usher in the new era, like this y'all (this y'all)
I'm raw strip down, no minerals
A distilled emcee, no chemicalsNo subliminals
A smooth criminal before the rape charge
I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad
My, peers ferocious I'm so focused
I pray to God that the world knows this
No one exposes flaws in your scheme dog
Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord
You don't want know problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, yeah
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggaz out
Tell my tales by word of mouthYa, you know me

[Hook]
Where you gonna hide?
When the sun goes down,
and the lights in the city get low
Where you gonna hide?
When your peeps aint around,
and there aint no place to go
Where you gonna hide?
When the hood starts watchin,
and the boys got they eye on your safe
Where you gonna hide?
Aint nowhere to run,
and there aint no hiding place

Don't compare me to jokes
I'll strangle the air in your throat
Like you jump from a chair and choked
In mid-air from a rope
Got a big gun and carry a scope
The flair of the smoke
Keep niggaz quiet like words that librarians spoke (shhhh)
I'm arrogant, outlandish
Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff
The jakes wont make out the handprints
I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips
Bark and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits

It gets no realer than this
Its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit
This should have been a double album commemorative disc
Cause hip-hop might need us
And in your town, no telling where you might see us
My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters
Out, doin their damn thing like beavers
Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job
Plus my Dominican Broad Making me chili con queso

Work and plan a perfect verse Then burst like a person
that jerked from a circus cannon Then landed to the earth
Its me on the song, featured your fleet Breathing is strong
It's a gypsy reading a palm with a drawn heater
Never gone of the wrong reefer A bong chief,
of the don ballest As long as LeBron's bronze sneakers
Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I wont come and get you
Dressed like a gun with pistols, and AK's in a bundle

And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game
So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange
And a lot of rap niggaz got lost Heard Phontigga
carrying tunes and assumed he don got soft
They didn't understand it was my next direction
So I'm playing postman and addressing questions
Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving
No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin
But all these wack niggaz putting records out
This is all live nigga, check it out
Lb, S bill a fam on a mission
And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show"
they're still teething on "The Listening"

[Hook]


little bro ft. elzhi - hiding place




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betting is 4 losers (repeat x5)

fuckin yankees did it to drey. oh well,

at least he won $$$ on the 1st half...

ok, nba...drey's got chi+8½ & dal+6½...

speads & moneylines, & a 7pt. teaser.

they both came through for him last saturday.

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fo' twenny

to our health...salud.

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the homeless yankees

bet against da damn yanks!!!
way drey sees it, they have a new stadium - even home games

are away games for them...at least for the next coupla months

till they fell at home in the strange stadium. they have a much

better shot at victory in another team's stadium...where they

played b4. (they're the new minn. twins), lol.

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$1k? damn 'ye

kanye x louis vuitton loafers (hi/low)
$675 - $1,275 ...maaaaaaan....fuck dat!
ain't no way in fuckin hell drey would kick
out $1,000 for shoes (dosen't matter which
metrosexual's name is on 'em). dopeboys
can afford these. unfortunately, dopeboys
don't fuck with 'ye like that. nice though.

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what is lyricism? (ahh.com)

just at allhiphop.com checking to this thread.
give it a look. drey will be linking to this site often.
had an account since '05, but for whatever reason had
to create new one...oh well.
(must join to post comments though)

After reading numerous opinions on these boards about the topic, its
quite clear that there is no common consenses for what exactly "Lyricism"
is.

For instance you can ask different people "Is Wayne a
lyricist?" and get several different answers.

On one hand you could say he is [or was before the autotune] since he is usually saying some pretty clever outside the box shit, its just extremely uncohesive. On the other hand one might say "Nah, he's not a lyricist, tell me what the fuck is he talking about! [usually an angry conversation]"

Now I must ask the question... Does a rapper have to be talking about something to be considered a lyricist, or do yall feel as if punchline rappers, who base there content on shock value lyricist as well?

In other words does a MC have to stay on topic to be considered lyricist?

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