Delivery - M.O.P.

"SIMPLY CUZ MY DAUGHTER, HAS THE WORLDS WARMEST SMILE!" - Billy Danz

"IS THIS HIP-HOP?!

HELL NAW THIS IS WAR

I TOLD YOU THAT ON HOW ABOUT SOME HARDCORE!"

(hard to type Mo. P lyrics without all caps )

In the hip-hop dictionary under the word hardcore there should be a photograph of the Mash Out Posse.

I don't mean hardcore in the way the record industry tried to create in the early 2000's when they celebrated and promoted death, violence and black invisibility. I mean hardcore in terms of approach, delivery, and beat selection. 

 Brownsville's most famous duo since the Smith Bros. and Heltah Skeltah have been bringing major heat since How About Some Hardcore. Energy, passion, and commitment to the craft of MC'ing are the hallmarks of Billy Dane and Lil Fame. Whether they are rapping about things they love, instropsection/reflection, or liberating the jewls of flossy rappers, M.O.P. does so with their trademark "A" game.

Lil Fame's verse from this Fat Joe collaboration is my first piece of supporting evidence. Then scroll down to a full song where they both get it in.  FIYAAAA!!!!!!!!!!  *Fizzy Womack voice*

FF to the 1:53 mark for Fizzy's bars.

[Lil' Fame]

Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb

Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young

(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherfucker

crackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Crills

(WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proof

Letcha goon run loose, I give 'em a sunroof

For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama

With that nasty-ass Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas

(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it

We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!

Put some treble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in

CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!

7-1-8 Brownsville what the f**k you want niggaz?

New York you ready for this shit?  I don`t think so motherf**ker

Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!

Radio.. niggaz never play us!!

(FiYAHHHH!!!)

[Billy Danze]

Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh..

Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!)

Survivors of the struggle duke

Don`t be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise

You f**kin with the original Backstreet Boys

(Billy) that`s the nigga name, he been trained

to duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs

He`s a sinner with no shame, he`s addicted to the pain

He`s restricted from the games, he`s for real

{*clapping* "We love you Billy!"} You`ve been missin the man

Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze

(Praise him) the most highest

He`s stuck on the street like car tires, First Family

(What y`all niggaz wanna try us?)  Down in Brooklyn

til his motherf**kin life expire

Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob

and steal and deal and, kill for thrills and

how could you refuse the Danze?

(It`s hard to confuse the Danze) He`s a very unusual man

With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine

Just gimme mine, you understand?

[Chorus: M.O.P.]

[Fame] Yo, it`s the legendary M.O.P.

We put it down everywhere we go, but you don`t hear me though

Calm down!  (Get back!)

Calm, down!  (Get, back!)

[Bill] And we have the constitutional rights

to bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm

So; calm down!  (Get back!)

Calm, down!  (Get, back!)

[Lil` Fame]

Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)

You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm

I got cats like you wild, you mad

I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag

Look - y`all niggaz is bit*h-made, switchblades

Walkin `round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid

BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low

You ain`t a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe

(EASE BACK!)  Fall, back

See this nine M-double?  All, black

Everybody`s a killer; y`all, wack

Here`s a clip full you can have all, that

In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap

aluminum bats around niggaz heads

YOU SEE IT!  Brooklyn you heard?

I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd

Y`all niggaz act like y`all came here to shoot

I kick ALL Y`ALL ass, with the same pair of boots

Witness the game unfurl, don`t be another

(REJECT) f**k around and get (EJECT) from the world

[Chorus: M.O.P.]

[Bill] It`s the legendary M.O.P.

We put it down everywhere we go, but you don`t hear me though

Calm down!  (Get back!)

Calm, down!  (Get, back!)

[Fame] Cause we have the constitutional rights

to bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm

So; calm down!  (Get back!)

Calm, down!  (Get, back!)