Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Black Moon – “I Got Cha Opin (Remix)”

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1994, 5ft, Atlanta, Black Moon, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Boot Camp Clik, Brooklyn, Brothers who Lyrically Act and Combine Kickin Music Out On Nation, Buckshot, Buckshot Shorty, Bushwick, California, Crooklyn Dodgers, Diggin' in dah Vaults, DJ Evil Dee, Duck Down Records, East Coast, East Coast Hip-Hop, Enta Da Stage, Georgia, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, I Got Cha Opin, I Got Cha Opin [Remix], Kenyatta Blake, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia, Keypsiia Walker, Keypsiia Yemaya Walker, music, New York, New York City, Sacramento, The BDI Thug (Beady-Eyed Thug), United States

Yeah, original crooks, original heads. We doin’ it like this

Word up!

I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train I saw my man
He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast
At least I catch a bus before I hit my block
I take a mega hit frontin’ on the good chip lollipop
Move the hop so I can put the hip in the grip
Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
Dig a deeper hole microphone control with soul
Look at my hot eye’s tell me how could you be cold
I’m coming to you from the underground, with a thunder sound
#1 question, “Yo how can I be down?”

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Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Boot Camp Clik feat. Illa Noyz – “Illa Noyz”

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1997, Black Moon, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Boogie Brown, Boot Camp Clik, Brooklyn, Brownsville, Buckshot, Da Beatminerz, Duck Down Records, East Coast Hip-Hop, Evil Dee, Flipmode, For the People, hardcore hip hop, Heltah Skeltah, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Illa Noyz, Key Yemaya Walker, Lord Have Mercy, Macarena, Mr. Walt, music, New York, O.G.C., Priority Records, Rampage, rock, Ruck, Sean Price, Shawn J. Period, Spliff Star, Underground hip hop

[ Illa Noyz ]
You didn’t know so let it flow my slang bang ya
Crews move to my tunes before the Macarena
Consider it danger
Mongol slay it, play a beat like a perfect stranger
Simple and plain give me the lane-ahh
Catch the beat like grand groove
My hustle is mad smooth
Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon
Since you assume, youve seen my sun shining
And O.G.C you notice me with Heltah Skeltah vibing
Wack venetian blinding
Wreck from mine, charged for manslaughtering at times
The Bucktown Judy
Flow like a swan with rhymes, who you be?
The Illa
You feel me in your inner
I deliver deadly like postmen
Im holding
Hold up thats an understatement
When the beats break it aint no move faking
Im more them FBI guys with the rude awakening
Further contemplation
May lead to some titles being taken
When its Noyz your facing
Your placed in a stressful situation

Chorus: Illa Noyz and Heltah Skeltah
And it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yeah it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Black Moon – “Buck Em’ Down (Remix)”

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1994, 5 ft, Black Moon, Blue Lines, Boot Camp Clik, Buck Em' Down (Remix), Buckshot, Da Beatminerz, DJ Evil Dee, Enta Da Stage, High School, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Key Yemaya Walker, Murda MC's

Intro: Buckshot Shorty
Aheh yeah… yeah whattup?
Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journey
Yeah… brothers lookin mad fine everything’s lookin smooth
I’m your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee
We have S-W-N-D on deck
We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air
We’ll be cruising at a smooth altitude so
just buckle up, enjoy your flight
Verse One: Buckshot Shorty
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every individual in sight
Let my man Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
Aiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick
And show em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik
You know what they say about brothaz who screwface
Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life
I ain’t gonna bull, ask my man Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
Kid it’s hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Smif-N-Wessun “Bucktown”

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Black Moon, Boot Camp Click, Brooklyn, Bucktown, Duck Down, Heltah Skeltah, Hip-Hop Quotable, Originoo Gun Clappaz, Smif-N-Wessun, Steele, Tek

(Steele)
I walk around town with my pound
strapped down to my side
No frontin’, just in case I gotta smoke some
Around here headz don’t act their age
Ya might be another dead boy on the front page
Enter the cipher… withcha lighter
El’s are ready, prepare to run another all nighter
But keep watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Black Rob (et al) “Whoa! (Remix)”

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1990's, A Tribe Called Quest, Beanie Sigel, Black Moon, Black Rob, Da Brat, G-Dep, Hip-Hop Quotable, Lil' Cease, Petey Pablo, Puff Daddy, Rah Digga, Scenario, Scenario Remix, The Madd Rapper, Whoa (Remix)

I know Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays usually include your Black Moon’s, A Tribe Called Quest…this week we have the club banger Black Rob’s Whoa! (Remix)…a tremendously sick posse cut, in the vein of A Tribe Called Quest’s Scenario and Scenario (Remix).

WHOA! (Extended Remix)
featuring Rah Digga, Lil’ Cease, G-Dep, Da Brat, Beanie Sigel, Puff Daddy, Madd Rapper, Joe Hooker, Shyne, & Godzilla

[Black Rob]
We gon’ take this all around the world
Yo, I’m ’bout ready to put y’all up on something else, man
(Whatcha gon’ put us up on, man?)
Yo, this part two of the raw (We ain’t never gonna stop)
Okay, y’all know what this is
The remix, you know what I mean? (Life Stories)
Allright, anything ill you see it’s WHOA! (I know that)
Like for instance, Black Rob is WHOA! (Oh no doubt)
And Bad Boy is WHOA! (No doubt)
And that’s it, man, word up

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesday’s Black Moon – “I Got Cha Opin”

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1990's, Black Moon, Hip-Hop Quotable, I Got Cha Opin

( *DJ Evil Dee cuts up* )
(Don’t front)

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
When I get bent I must represent, no question
Get up a dime spot and then I’m off to the dread section
Roots hit me off lovely
Comin out the spot I had to duck because a n—a tried to buck me
I’m easin on the Glock like, “What up, hop”