"When I come back like Jordan wearing the four five...

it ain to play games witchu..." Jay-Z

Alright that quote is not related to the post in any way but M.J. is heading to the hall of fame and I am a little emotional about it.

Anyway, It is en vogue for a lot of rappers to brag about how easy spitting lyrics comes to them. The problem is, that for many of them, the only "easy" part is how simple it would be to write some of the half-baked garbage rhymes they spit.

But when I think about rappers whos flow seemed to fit into the easy category the first name I think about is Big Pun.

flow Pun's flow seemed almost effortless. Regardless of the beat, slow or fast, pop or gutter, Pun seemed to ride that shit with no problem. As evidenced by the countless number of imitators after him, many have attempted to replicate his exploits with limited success. Many of them simply seem to be trying to "force" their rapid flow into a small space.

This is a typical Pun rhyme in terms of content, however, in addition to his liquid flow, what stands out to me is the company he is keeping. Shining on a D.I.T.C track with these heavyweights is no small feat.

You can skip to 1:24 but KRS brings it too...

"Yo,

My squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed

But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence

Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff,

listen up

If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no snitch in us,

Bitch in us

Unofficial-ness,

Everything we are star you wish you was

Official thugs in the drug profession

Drug connections,

drug addictions

Still seein the judge for drug possession

The four-D's,

All these

Is more reas

To either get big, leave or let live

We the best there is

TS,

Ain't nobody else

We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf

I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys,

freeze

Don't try to breeze,

I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees

Just pass the cheese,

please don't test the toaster

My tek'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta

You're gettin closer to death,

Reaper's got a hold on your breath

You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh

You was posin a threat,

Now you froze in the bed

Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick

Now what's the problem

You ain't nuttin like you said on your album

I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island

You was't violent,

You was silent tryin to get college credits

How pathetic,

Did it to get out of the calisthenics

I'm Dianetics combined wit lyrics

My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shine in spirit

You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison

You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em

I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel

I'm the only vato loco to smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils

Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours

Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours" - Big Pun