how is AZ on the list!?
Ghost Face Killah
One Be Lo
R.A. the Rugged Man
Royce da 5`9"
how is AZ on the list!?
Emerge from my Earth days
Was boxed in the Bird Cage
Now flock wit the Mermaids
A shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned age
Saw it unfold, certain laws are untold
Unsolved Mysteries, coffins is closed
A Carnivore trickery, cautions your road
Any slip-ups will be huntin' your shows
So neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witcha
Beast promoted, the street's is coded
For the Naked eye times is too deep to notice
Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus
On every known level, I'ma stone cold Rebel
Clothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the Wrist
I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth
How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff
So if the truth ain't need, then the truth can't be"
"Learnt the system, burned some izm
Tied all my jewels down like journalism
How I maneuve now it'll merge the wisdom
A pilgrim, prophesize putting words to rhythm
Relating, I'm adaplating it, manifestation, patient, meditating with the
manner who's waiting, pacing
like an m-8 that sealed his fate
let some years escape but I'm still in shape
I'm chilling deeply rooted
A beast with music, from bedstuy to the east I'm to at peace to lose it
But love it, I still does it
Breathing off a trump budget
Fresh out of bloomies with the Louie luggage"
"Jails is packed, the streetz is whacked,
its even worse when ya workers tappin ya beef for sack.
Wifeys gettin feisty, shes beefin back.
Though its a likely, it might be your VISA's maxed.
The coke is up, so now cushion dro's wassup.
And the vegans got that game in the cobra clutch.
The D's and the capris too close to duck,
but what da fuck, they could suck on some coconuts.
The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal.
Nuttin left but jail death and four record deal.
Vibes is weak, ho's wanna slide and creep,
even feinds gotta thing for that hide and seek.
Stick Up Kidz (SUK), kidnapped, switch up cribs
Its still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up big.
Pac is gone, they say that Hip Hop is wrong.
You want more? Then log on to AZ.com."
That is why.
at first your all cool about it letting me have my own opinion
i would HAVE to know his "lyrical genius" hahahaha
By owned does this thread entail best lyrics?
Or who dominated the era with their entertainment value?
If lyrics I'm surprised RA/Royce and Canibus aren't higher, but each to their own, I respect that.
(in no particular order)
one be lo
where's black thought? every roots album from this decade has been excellent.
nas should be here also.
nm was the title lol
funny sig fredy
^oh i didn't see that, and i forgot i voted for rugged man, too.
yeah he still baffles me with his flow lyrics and breath control.
one of the problems(well its not a problem) with JMT's LP's is that they get crazy mc's who >>>>than Paz or Jus at times. Its the same with other artists ie GZA>>>>Deck/GFK/Rae on Guillotine imo.
RA The Rugged Man is such a mc. On Uncommon Valour and on Paz LP(the collabos of theirs ive heard) he owned Paz and Paz is no joke
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give
^ R.A. outshines Kool G Rap on this song imo
^ R.A. still killing it in 2010 on the Season of the Assassin LP.