I used to get feels on a b—h
Now I throw shields on the d–k
To stop me from that HIV s–t
And n—-z know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
“What you talkin bout Willis?” Continue reading →
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah
Maintaining, maintaining, you know?
You good, right? Everything proper, still, right?
Of course, come on, man, what’s the matter wit you, man?
Ain’t nothing, I just want us to be on
[Chorus: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it’s that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya t-ts, let’s get it in
All my n—as take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya’ll already know what it do
Brand new, n—a, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw ya W’s up, back from the slums, it be the Wu
You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
Ski masks is on, g-rags
N—a try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
You’ll learn respect, burst when I ask
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject
Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats
Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like ’91 Romans, cloning everything
Gents only, the rent’s on the stove, I’m in Rome
Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole s–t
Padlocked down, my n—as won’t have it
Whoa, had a flashback as we rode back from Athens last week, and this took the place of the scheduled Hip-Hop Quotable for this week after an all out performance with Ike on 316. We weren’t listening to the “Fly Robin, Fly,” version.
Takin it from the top?
The Ultimate High….
Verse One: Method Man
Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the f–k wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house’n projects
I represent the Shaolin my n—a
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down Continue reading →
Way too much to quote altogether, enjoy one of the Classic Hip-Hop Moments in Hip Hop history!!!
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.