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The greatest rap stanza in hip hop history.Twenty years old and still the Mona Lisa of hip hop lyrics.

Eric B & Rakim's

My Melody:

I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor

Melody arranger, poet, etcetera

Extra events, the grand finale like bonus

I am the man they call the microphonist

With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken

Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin

I came to express the rap I manifest

Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest

MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna

Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta

All they can go get is me a glass of Moet

A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet

I take 7 MC's put em in a line

And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme

Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine

And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time

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The greatest rap stanza in hip hop history.Twenty years old and still the Mona Lisa of hip hop lyrics.

Eric B & Rakim's

My Melody:

I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor

Melody arranger, poet, etcetera

Extra events, the grand finale like bonus

I am the man they call the microphonist

With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken

Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin

I came to express the rap I manifest

Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest

MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna

Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta

All they can go get is me a glass of Moet

A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet

I take 7 MC's put em in a line

And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme

Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine

And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time

I disagree.

All right stop collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop yo I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance go rush to the speaker that booms

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it you better gain weight

You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play

If there was a problem yo I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: ;)

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Lyrically there isn't much better than "Rewind" by Nas.

I cannot imagine the talent it takes to write a song like this. Mos Def, Common, and Rakim are very close in talent to Nas lyrically but I dont think anyone touches Nas.

Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done

Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet hole's closin this chest of a ni**a

Now he back to square one

Screamin, "Shoot don't please"

I put my fifth back on my hip

It's like a VCR rewindin a hit

He put his hands back on his *****

My caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin reverse, slowly prepared

My ni**a Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC

I give my ni**as dap, jump out the van back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell"

She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my di**

Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her ni**a behind

Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one

And that's about the time the story begun

That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son we found that ni**a we gotta kill"

[Message Beep]

Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?

Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man

I found him, right now, I see him right now!

Let's kill him)

[Message Beep]

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"

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almost anything by Rakim but my favorite of all time is L.L Cool J THE BREAKTHROUGH...................................................................................Knuckleheads sweat and gossip all over town

Every time I drive by their just standin' around

Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand

Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?

L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place

I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your mutha****in' face

You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games

I guess the beef and the bull**** is the price of fame

Movies, records, goin' on tour

Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor

Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill

Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill

See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God

I have experience in goin' all the way to the top

It's harder harder than hard

All the suckers are barred

You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred

See the problem is you want what another man has

His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz

But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own

cuz when you're rich you got friends

but when you're poor you're alone

So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul

Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old

Instead of walkin' like you're limpim and talkin' yang about me

why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?

Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree

Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three

A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life

you'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"

Every day is a chase, every day is a race

and every day you're being overpowered by my bass

Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace

It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face

I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed

I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead

I'mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime

Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme

Lead you to that ticket line

so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine

Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young

The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung

Not that I killed him, it's just

He didn't wanna trust

the words of a master that's why you must

Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear

Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are clear

Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest

You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best

Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight

Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right

E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck

If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a ****

L.L. Cool J is on the microphone

tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"

Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks

Straight up and down, no special effects

I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean

If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens

Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give

Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives

They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan

like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'

Here I am, tellin' the truth

and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth

It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam

I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans

All you petty MC's in the state of New York

Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk

Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'

Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin'

Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer

I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar

I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire

Fly girl's desire, the man you admire

Not only on the stage, I rock in the park

and I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark

So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound

L.L. Cool J, the baddest around.

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