Hip Hop

It's not an Aubrey diss; that's entirely too micro of a lens. No, this feels like a "whole industry/whole culture" come to Jesus moment.

Kenny rly said "neither you, nor your trick-assed crew is allowed to een BREATHE around me"

Kenny said "I can't take my foot off his neck"

This track is really the litmus test for "are you a suburbanite" cause I've seen so many offbrand-Trap Lore Rosses, so many wannabe-Fantanos completely missing every other subliminal between the hard jabs over the past two days.

Probably my single favorite track off clipping's discography.

And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice,

This ain't play time, you're fucking with my life;

"I'mma do what I gotta do to get my mil',

I gotta get mine, I gotta get it--

You ain't my son.

fuck around and find out, FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT, FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT, FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

It's neat to hear references to MLK and the Black Panthers in rappers who don't seem to be Communist.

💯

Be celibate, out of his element

Madvillain never forget like a elephant

Any bent 'cept, idle threats all irrelevant

Get your man's wallet, tell him "found it", and sell him it

Well writ, as well as well spit for the hell of it

Before the shell hit

Etiquette, spell it

Pumpin dumplins a hundred and sumthin sumthin

Forest Gump chumps get clumps of nuttin' for nuttin'

Tourist, show 'em where the shore is where the shark's at

Hold up, spark that, park rat

Stirred not shaken

Absurd verbs since word to hot bacon

Wrote this rhyme on standard sand paper

Worked out the plan and plot for grand caper

Vil on the cover of Playbill

Grillin' make ya mother say "Ill, hey will ya!?"

Ten feet at least, the beast may still ya

Yeah I feel ya

Hey, hey what's better than the healer yet worser than tequila?

A money-gettin' nigga that's thirstier than a squealer

I guess you had to be there, there was free beer

Last of the Ansars

On the microphone, cyclone, like Myanmar

Hand in the jar, got stuck, took it

Use the glasses, juxed a pot luck, crooked

Flashed and not lookin'

Four words: Cash on the spot... bookin'

Howdy

Never too loud for me, too rowdy and too black and too proud to be

And he's Audi

Last seen with a Queen

Lakum Dinukum Waliyadin

Nah mean?

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Not gonna bullshit, I only really came here(to this song) for Three Stacks.

cross-posted from: https://lemmygrad.ml/post/916932

Who gonna weep when these coppers die?

Classic beat afaic. When the Creator stops fuckin around and calls me home, the first thing I'm doing is picking up that new Dilla and DOOM release.

Barbarians, Dead Money and Fannon's Ghost my favorite tracks on Rome. This a JPEGMafia beat.

Imagine flowing this effortless for a solid hour. Couldn't be me. Bout to sound mad oldhead... But I miss battle rap like this, even for all the experimental avant-garde acts I listen to nowadays. (A lot of the reason I like Peggy so much, I think)