Ma, Ma–look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke 'em.
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn’t say how to hold 'em.
Didn’t say to give away every piece of the puzzle ‘til i was left with nothin’.
But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
I wracked my brain trying to choose both a Biggie and some more Wu, but I couldn’t choose. I was so eager to post something in this thread, that I went with some stuff that was in my regular rotation right now.
“Me and Gutter had two spots,
The two-for-five dollar hits, the blue tops,
Gotta go, Coolio mean it’s gettin’ ‘Too Hot’
If Fay had twins she’d probably have two 'Pacs,
… Get it, Tu-Pacs?”
Notorious B.I.G. - Brooklyn’s Finest
Consider the gangsta and macho world of rap. Consdier that Tupac had just made one of the most bitter, bile-spewing diss records ever, directed at Biggie, bragging about how Tupac slept with his wife. What did Biggie do in response? Made a pun about it. He would have probably been a Doper.
Glad to see Sway in here already, although I was going to post another verse:
Everyone’s a killer, drug dealer with a nine miller
That’s not sensible, and I can sense the bull
That’s why these rappers couldn’t see me comin’
Even if they were vaginas, with spectacles
And I’ve got the testicles to testify the truth
Half of these rappers are only gangsters in the booth
I always liked this line from Talib Kweli in Black Star:
“My rhymes are like shot clocks, interstate cops and blood clots,
My point is your flow gets stopped.”
I also liked the first track on Nas’ latest album, “Queens Get The Money”:
Let us make man in our image, spit it,
I’m Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy throwing molotovs for Emmett
You ain’t as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not messiahs
You don’t know how high the sky is
The square mileage of earth or what pi is
I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers
I’m sure there are others that are not in the front of my mind right now.
That really fascinates me. I guess to people who don’t know the timeframe of the context it could seem much cruder than it really was. I wonder if 20, 30 years from now they’ll decide enough time has passed that they can de-censor it again.
From the brink of madness comes one
desolation to the souls of the weak have begun
Heart of a jackal, murder when i break man-shackles
shatter with sound with both splinter crackles
25 gun salute, you stand resolute
pick up your chest, dead brute
we set the standards, suckers wanna ban us
for cavorting round a hardcore banner
This is the Soul-Jam victory chafer
Your whole camp quick to see anger
but behold tramp pick the remainder
That old damn trickery changed the game
Put it in danger, givin it major fame
My task is tryna’ excell past
The hell masks that glamour and glitz can sell cats
And through the foul trash absorb the shell blast
Like I was the most bombed hotel in Belfast! BOOM!
Now check it out
I would walk into the bathroom to take a crap
I sit down, and then I write me a toilet stool rap
Whether I’m constipated or have diarrhea
I always come out with a funky fresh idea