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OPINION Oh...they spittin’ SPITTIN’?!?!

I mean...while we talkin’ Pun (1b personal favorite wit’ Redman bein’ 1a might I add lol) let me just leave this here...Pun got hip-hop quote-able of tha year in th ma Source when this song/1st verse dropped...



Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo, yo...

[Verse 1]
It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame
My call is to reign was to run the streets from Harlem to Queens
Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream
Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team
Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as a crack
That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
And start it from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin days
I have left, to the form of flesh
Should I lie in my grave?
I'm tryin to persuade, my motto is try to be brave
And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That's why I rise from the grave singing church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
 
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My medley is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make you throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tear shit up like a dude you can bet on
Collide like a head on
Collision, stutter stepping is an incision
Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision
Because I'm gone, you think I left you all
But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol
When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment's the penalty
Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, your body twitch, your eyes explode out your skull
'Cause being dull on a flow is a N-O
Niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take 10 spaces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale
 
Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the past, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony
 
313 Wayz said:
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My medley is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make you throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tear shit up like a dude you can bet on
Collide like a head on
Collision, stutter stepping is an incision
Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision
Because I'm gone, you think I left you all
But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol
When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment's the penalty
Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, your body twitch, your eyes explode out your skull
'Cause being dull on a flow is a N-O
Niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take 10 spaces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale
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Everybody went off on The Grand Finale. Greatest posse/crew track ever laid down.
 
A thug will mugs for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin' for crack on carpets and rugs
The squealers tells but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inheritin' oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smokin' the pipe, in a beef I got hype
'Cause rags to riches switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That means dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact, this was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to clock G's
On my block, now they forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God we trust, now rots to rust
Bust caps to cops, policeman drops
They blew off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin' like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good, his bail is on sale
Lookin' at the hourglass, how long can this power last?
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, party
Be like John Gotti, and drives a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just stay, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than a-wait and wait and wait
Until he breaks, that's all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle, so I made a U-turn
The more money I earn, more money to burn
Pushin' all buttons, pullin' all switches
My name is G Rap, I'm on the Road To The Riches

C'mon Man This Was 89 Who TF Else Was Spittin Like This Then And Or Even Now

Kool G Rap Is Your Favorite Rapper's Favorite Rapper
 
NAWLEDGE_GOD said:
A thug will mugs for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin' for crack on carpets and rugs
The squealers tells but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inheritin' oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smokin' the pipe, in a beef I got hype
'Cause rags to riches switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That means dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact, this was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to clock G's
On my block, now they forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God we trust, now rots to rust
Bust caps to cops, policeman drops
They blew off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin' like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good, his bail is on sale
Lookin' at the hourglass, how long can this power last?
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, party
Be like John Gotti, and drives a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just stay, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than a-wait and wait and wait
Until he breaks, that's all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle, so I made a U-turn
The more money I earn, more money to burn
Pushin' all buttons, pullin' all switches
My name is G Rap, I'm on the Road To The Riches

C'mon Man This Was 89 Who TF Else Was Spittin Like This Then And Or Even Now

Kool G Rap Is Your Favorite Rapper's Favorite Rapper
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I was bouta post some G Rap and Ace... There are so many G Rap tunes I couldnt think which one to post!!! haha
 
Joe budden feat fabulous- die by the gun.

I'm posting a blend version someone did with Joe's accapella and Kno from cunninlynguists beats so it's not the original beat, but this version works so well with the punchlines and makes both fabs, but especially Joe's, verse to really feel hard hitting. Shits just a dope verse over a dope beat

 
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