Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Witchdoctor feat Outkast – “Dez Only 1”

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1998, a s.w.a.t healin` ritual, Atlanta, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Blue Lines Era, California, Dez Only 1, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Key Yemaya Walker, music, OutKast, Sacramento, UNC Chapel Hill, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Witchdoctor

Deep in the steaming jungle
The eerie sound of the voodoo drums tell us that
This is the night

[Witchdoctor]
My confess
We sinners lord
Dez only 1

[Chorus]
Book you got cooked (x3)
God sent you some warriors
Plus we tellers of the stories
(2x)
Book you got cooked (x2)

[Witchdoctor]
Check it out, uh
If in this life
I strive to please Him
In this day and night
I’m not always right
Even when I’m wrong
You should be afraid to anger Him
Cause you could be gone
Him don’t need us
It’s the other way round
Do you know what I’m talking about
When I say Him, clown?
You can’t look at nobody
And say that’s Him
Cause He’s invisible
Yet visible, this is critical
Relying on our own abilities you lose
You need him

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – The NOTORIOUS B.I.G. – “I Got A Story To Tell”

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112, 1997, Al Green, Bad Boy, Bad Boy Records, Big Poppa, Biggie Smalls, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Era, Brooklyn, Buck Wild, Buckwild, Carlos "6 July" Broady, Chucky Thompson, Clark Kent, Club, Daron Jones, Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie, DJ Enuff, DJ Premier, Easy Mo Bee, Frank White, Havoc, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, I Got A Story To Tell, I'm Glad You're Mine, Jiv Poss, Kay Gee, Key Yemaya Walker, Knicks, Life After Death, music, Nashiem Myrick, New York, New York Knicks, Notorious B.I.G, Paragon, Robbery, Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence, RZA, Sean "Puffy" Combs, Sean Combs, sex, Stevie J, The Notorious B.I.G., U.S., Vashtie Kola

The Late Great NOTORIOUS, from the 1997 album Life After Death.
Photo of Vashtie in New York Knicks Spiziked Jordans by Vashtie Kola.
Lyrics include Mature content.

Who y’all talking to man?
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
to all the n—as that be f–king mad b—hes
in other n—as cribs
thinkin s–t is sweet
N—a creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live n—as respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherf–king hoes for ya
N—as think Frankie p—y whipped, n—a picture that
With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don’t get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness,
Where you parked at?
Petiteness,
But that ass fat
She got a body make a n—a wanna eat that, I’m f—kin’ with you
The b—h official though, d–k harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin disappearing like Arsenio
Yo, the b—h push a double-oh
with the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y’all drive in front, I’m a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she f–k around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced