Vomitspit - Jay Electronica

"If a thousand words is equivalent to a picture
Then welcome to the cinema
A shot of wheat grass and an enema
...Who wanna style war with the emperor" 

Jay on how vivid his lyrics are and a brief description on what its like to go after him. 

Personification - Nas

This could have easily been posted under Story Tellers .

"Always I'm in some sh**, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my d***, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to n****'s shock me"

Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones is one of the greatest orators of all time.

Vomitspit - Lil' Wayne

"Your flows never wet, like grandma's p***y

I'm always good, like Grandma cookies" - Lil' Wayne from Wasted

Vomitspit/Triple Entendra - Talib Kweli

"I got the recipe for rest in peace
I never ran but I'm looking soo presidential
I still command you to arrest the chief 

rebellion is my specialty
While the mad cows convince you to invest in beef" Talib Kweli - I'm on one


Talib on his own political views, and conspiracy theories.

"Free" style - Beanie Sigel

"For truth it is what it is that's what the streets made me
Shoulda played Big but it's all Gravy"


"When I kick-in that door

Waving the four-four

Broad Street bully hard like wood floors

I'm harder than the yard after four

I bang like D Howard on the boards

look, weak ass cowards can't afford

to f**k with this n***a heart colder than a whores"


This could have been posted under Delivery, Vomitspit or Flow, just to name a few. While I wish I could hear Max B's lyrics, you can still get a sense of his flow.

"Free" style - Joe Budden

"These MC's is lame

I'm tryna to be a MC wit Brains

These n****'s is MC Brains" -Joe Budden

Needless cheap shot at Mr Oochie Coochie aside (certainly not to be confused with THE hoochie coochie man), this entire "free"style is dope. Joe's insecurity. Styles P's comments. The groups awkward silent moments. Joe's rhyme. The groups reaction to his rhyme. I love it all.

"I figured out why men try us

cuz we o.d'd on rims and thin tires

For that we Len Bias"

Vomitspit - Joell Ortiz

“I was brought up, taught to finish what you started
So I’m huggin till I reach my margin, and everything's margarine"

Mr Ortiz on his stick-to-itiveness, literary efforts, and final goal.

Vomitspit - Mos Def

"As the night time covers the city, like a cloak

I approach, and assemble my hopes, into notes" 

Dante Smith describing his writers process.

I remember my high school Spanish teacher Mrs Aguilar giving me a look of disgust whenever I would call her Mrs "Agallah". Granted, I was being a wise ass but I was sorta giving a shot out to Angel Aguilar aka 8 Off -Agallah, aka Agallah the Don Bisop.


Any dude who has been at it for as long as he has, and been ripping mics, producing, and in the mix with such a large cross section of MC in the history of the genre deserves a post. From EPMD, to Smooth Da Hustlah , to Sean Price, to The Diplomats, ...Mr Aguillar keeps it Hip-Hop. Nice to see him still at it.

Voice, flow, swag and presence



I know he is not that nice on this joint but it gave an excuse to post more Sean Price. P!


Saratoga Ave freestyle from dallas penn on Vimeo.


BTW, that Purple City tape was slept on...check for it.

"...but don't be alarmed I rap I don't bite...

, you or your rhymes I write my own, Tyrannosaurus Rex on the microphone - T-Rex

My 5 year old has been on musical hyperdrive since she was born. Indie and classic rock, blues, good pop, gospel, and select hip hop.  I have never been a fan of "childrens music" because most of it, is, well, just bad music. That was before I was made aware of the Dino-5! (Late pass...they been out since 08!)

I was reading an interview with the legendary Prince Paul who was going to spin at a club downtown that night. In passing, the interviewer mentioned his recent projects including one that was "a kids hip-hop album". I downloaded right away and was more than pleased.

The group consists of Chali 2na (Jurrasic 5 ) Scratch (The Roots), Wordsworth, and Lady Bug Mecca (Digable Planets). The album had guest appearances from poet Ursula Rucker and De La Soul.

I don't want to get into a review because this is a hip-hop lyrics blog after all. I selected the song, "What about Ten", because it is just sooo hip-hop. Each rhyme sayer gets their 9 cracks at coming up with some phrase that goes along with numerals one through nine. They tie up the final verse by each taking their turn at matching the number.

Good stuff, call and response and all of that ish you backpack purists love.




BTW,

A week after letting my daughter hear this, we were in the G Ride and she just starts spitting straight fire for like 20 minutes straight. She was 4 at the time. I mean, I didn't even have anything inspiring playing. She just starts going on and on about her cousin, and her being her best friend and all kinds of random ish.  Lots of repetition but she was riding the beat. Now, it's not like Dino-5 is the first hip-hop she has heard but they may have sparked something...it was sorta scary...

Liner Notes

Rappers need to start leaving a written record of their lyrics, so that years down the line lyrical archeologist have a clear record of their intent. There are a number of "credible" sites with lyrics as a focus, however completely miss the mark with their interpretation and or dictation. I end up spending so much time editing and revising, that I realize I should have just typed them up myself...which I am far too lazy to do. The job of getting them right is just so daunting. First you have to have an ear for the type of flow, then you also have to be somewhat abreast on the slang and colloquialisms of the time and region of the artists. Depending on the emcee, you have to have some current event, history, and general worldly knowledge.

I will acknowledge that there are a number of ill lyricists for which this is not an issue (see straight forward, paint-by-numbers type of rappers. However there are many others who play with words, meanings, and annunciation so often that it makes it next to impossible to decipher. There are also times when it is clear that the authors intent is to intentional blur or meld sounds together so as to give the illusion of a homonym, but actually creating an entire new word all together

I am also beginning to wonder is some of these are even meant to be written down. I mean, I am operating under the assumption that these lines and phrases are written down. It could be that these masters of language use them because of how they sound...with no intention of how it could or should be written down. Hell, maybe it doesn't matter, and if that is their intent, then that is cool too. It just makes written documentation more difficult for fans and historians alike.

It is also clear that artists and fans alike get pissed when they are not quoted correctly, so why not just end all of the guess work write them up for us.

Breath Control - Twista

Note: This could easily have been categorized under "Flow".

Delivery - 2Pac

Note: Trying to find a song where Pac doesn't have ill delivery is incredibly difficult.

 

I Got a Story to Tell - Biggie

This song, Drama, off Ghostaface's dope Apollo Kids, has a few surprises. One surprise is the verse from The Game. While I have tried on more than one occasion I simply have not been able to get with dude. He does a pretty god  job on the last leg of this lyrical relay. Notably absent from his verse are the almost compulsive d*** riding name dropping. Another surprise is that Shaolin's favorite griot got renegaded, on a story telling track no less!

What is less surprising however is the fact that Joell Ortiz puts forth another strong vocal performance. He dances on this sinister beat with precision. Joell paints a picture of a day when he happens to run into the man who murdered his cousin playing in a local softball game. The rest of the day is filled with sinister ("Nice play, just too bad it's your last"), humorous ("faggot n**** hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover) and mix of innocence and criminal ("Dollar icy from Papi with the scraper glock with the laser") Joell successfully does all of this while maintaining his stellar, 88' infused delivery.




Read while listening...

It was the night before he got popped

Big jars of haze Cheech and Chong bong in the spot

Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth

Next to the Town House crackers Madden on 2008 a G a game

I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep

Lil n****s bussin off they punk heat

I'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys

But I ain't wettin that

I don't wanna send nobody back violate me take a nap

Promise you got something Lord that will honor you

Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe

But back in the kitchen Pyrex's

Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests’s

86 ?????? on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they robed Sha Born

To them that's natural actual play the sqid-dod we gettin at you

And we don't want to rap to you

It's not Kosher

It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a littlel closer

Rock you to sleep like “i got these little b****es come over”

Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe

Had that a** sweating like T.D. Jakes

I want the ones n**** you non believers you can ask your momma

Now thats drama

[Joell Ortiz]

Dollar icy from Papi with the scraper glock with the laser

Trying my best not to pop yet but the trop is major

Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this

I never been this itchy hope the cops just

Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you got the nerve to play third

In a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird

I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway

Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so i'm a lay

Nice play just too bad it's your last

Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass

I watch the teams line up ,shake hands, guess the games over

Faggot nikka hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover

I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40

Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story

Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him yay

This had to be his most unlucky lucky day

2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there

I’m acting like my tires need air

He closed the gas cap too many things going his way

So I just stashed that ya'll probably think I'm bugging but hey

I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere

I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer

10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper

Look left and see partner

I hit the stash blokka

Now that's drama

[Game]

Who the f*** you think you is Ron O'Neil

Tat tat what the f*** when that 9 milli peel

Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel

Yo Ghost pass the toast these n****s is daffodils

Got buck naked b****es counting half –a-mil gloves on

Fully dressed b****es watching them with they snubs on

While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon

Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on

Fiends love me like a Drake song

Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long

Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos

N****s steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos

N****s steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera

N****s steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta

Take your New Era off and reveal

The faggot the n**** you are or your cap getting peeled

Then we out to Brazil I know n****s in Negril

That'd chop your f***ing head off and throw it on a grill

Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill

Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real

N**** we in the field like Chris Johnson

It's 2010 how the f*** we get 6 Thompsons

Top 10 how the f*** you gonna forget Compton

Every rapper on your list'll get their s*** stomped in

I started soowoo i'm the reasaon for that 5 s***

Came in the game on that f***ing ready to die s***

Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly s***

Naked pictures R&B  b****es all in my Sidekick

How I be killin the p****should be a hate crime

Got a Blackberry was getting to much Face Time

Back to f***ing project b****es now I hate dimes

All they want is money my n**** i can't waste mine

I sun n****s like it's day time

Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralp Lauren waist lines

Smooth as a baby's a** and I got that Baby cash

Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had

Motherf***er