Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Jeru Da Damaja – “Come Clean”

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1993, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn New York City, C. Martin, C. Parker, Chi Modu, Chris E. Martin, Christopher Edward Martin, Come Clean, D&D Recording, Dino Delvaille, DJ Premier, East Coast Hip-Hop, East New York, Eddie Sancho, F. Scruggs, Full Frequency Range Recordings, Gang Starr, Guru, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Houston, Howie Weinberg, Jeru, Jeru Da Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, K. Jones, K.J. Davis, Keith Edward Elam, Kendrick Jeru Davis, Key Yemaya Walker, Louis Tineo, Massachusetts, New York, PayDay/FFRR/PolyGram, Peace Pype, Roxbury, Shelly Manne, T. Taylor, Texas, The Sun Rises in the East, U.S., United States

Verse One:

You wanna front what?
Jump up and get bucked
If you’re feeling lucky duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC’s and make em f—–t flambé
Your nine spray my mind spray
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results you’re a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn’t come to the jungles of the East poppin that game
You won’t survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
I don’t gang bang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
I’m a true master you can check my credentials
Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
Origin is unknown like the Jubas
I’ve accumulated honies all across the map
Cuz I’d rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
I’m the mack so i don’t need to tote a Mac
My attack is purely mental and its nature’s not hate
It’s meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
You’ll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip hoes dip none of the real n—as slip
You don’t know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit

New 30 Day Song Challenge – Day 26 – Best Intro – Jay-Z – “Intro: A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More”

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1997, 30 Day Song Challenge, Aaliyah, Alexander O'Neal, Best Intro, Big Jaz, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Break Up to Make Up, Brooklyn, Buckwild, Car of Love, Cha Cha Cha, Chad Hugo, D.J. Premier, Damon Dash, Daven "Prestige" Vanderpool, Def Jam, Def Jam Recordings, DJ Premier, Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight, Ferrante & Teicher, Hip-Hop, In My Lifetime, Intro/A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More, Intro: A Million and One Questions/Rhyme No More, Isaac Hayes, Jay-Z, Kareem "Biggs" Burke, Key Yemaya Walker, Kraftwerk, Latimore, Let Me Go, Main Ingredient, MC Lyte, New 30 Day Song Challenge, New York, One in a Million, Poke and Tone, Primo, Roc-A-Fella Records, Rockin' It, Shawn Carter, Shawn Corey Carter, Ski, Sunshine, Teddy Riley, The Fearless Four, The Hitmen, The Man Machine, Vol. 1

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.

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Jeru Da Damaja – “Me Or The Papes” Assist From Milan T.

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1990's, 1996, 1996 Olympics, Afu Ra, Ahmad Jamal, Billboard, Biz Markie, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, C. Martin, DJ Premier, East Coast, East Coast Hip-Hop, Gang Starr, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Hot Rap Singles, I Love Music, Jeru Da Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, K.J. Davis, Key Yemaya Walker, Mad Skillz, Me Not the Paper, Me Or The Papes, money, Move Ya Body, music, New York, PayDay/FFRR/PolyGram Records, Pink Floyd, Tha Bullshit, The Vapors, Wrath of the Math

Party people in the place to be
From the same man who brought you Da B—ez
(Da B—ez Da B—ez Da B—ez)
We were misunderstood last time we brought you
Ba B—ez (Da B—ez Da B—ez)
Now we gonna clear it up and let you make up your own mind
like this…

Now a queen’s a queen and a w—e is a w—e
She felt if she made me wait I’d have more respect for her
Adore her eventually spendin up my digits
She felt that love would make me buy her mad material s–t
She likes to trick em, cause ain’t nothin like a sleepin victim
East New York style stick em — ha ha ha, stick em
Top rated game, but if it’s game I played it
Underestimated, swore the king was checkmated
She claims she loves my mind, cause I’m so intelligent
But f–k my mental, she was scheming on my mint
Evil inten-tion, to de-plenish the fund
She tried to juice me with the p—y cept for, the mask and gun
I was a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius
She had me by the nuts
She ain’t got s–t but man she loves it plush
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I canibus
Back in the days, I woulda scraped her for this caper
But I realize, it wasn’t me it was the paper

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Jay-Z – “You Must Love Me”

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'In My Lifetime Vol. 1, 1975, 1997, Big Jaz, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, Buckwild, Chad Hugo, Damon Dash, Daven "Prestige" Vanderpool, Def Jam, Def Jam Recordings, DJ Premier, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Jay-Z, Kareem "Biggs" Burke, Kelly Price, Key Yemaya Walker, music, Nashiem Myrick, New York, Poke and Tone, Roc Nation, Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella Records, Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs, Sean Carter, Shawn Corey Carter, Ski, Survival, Teddy Riley, The Hitmen, The O’Jays, U.S., Vocals, What Am I Waiting For, You Must Love Me

Kelly Price (Jay-Z)
Talking: Throughout my life (uh huh uh huh uh)
no matter
what I’ve done.(Right)
You’ve been merciful and your love endureth (yeah)
through all
things (ye yeah) For that
I am eternally grateful.

Verse 1
Since my
date of birth
bought you nothing but hurt
play those video games
stole change
from ya purse
Sat on the cold court bench
’til I was arraigned in ya skirt
Saw
the pain in ya face
through you maintained a smirk
All you did was motivate me,
don’t let ’em hold you back
What I do I turned around
and I sold you crack,
I was a bastard for that
still I’m drowning in shame
Just remember one thing
now
you’re not to blame
You was newly separated
tryin’ to escape ya world,
and through my thirst
I didn’t help you
I just made things worse
I hated me
and everybody
that created crack

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

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Nasty Nas – “Halftime”

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1994, Anthony Drazan, Atlanta Braves, Average White Band, Battery Studios, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Boogie Down, Brooklyn, C.H.I.P.S., Chung King Studios, Columbia, Columbia Records, Crown Heights, D&D, Dead End, debut, DJ Premier, Extra P Large P, G. Byrd, Gary Byrd, Hair, Hair Japanese cast original soundtrack, Halftime, Harlem, Hawaiian Sophie, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Ill Will, illmatic, Jaz-O, John Jay, Jungle Fever, Key Yemaya Walker, keyboard, L.E.S., Large P., Large Pro, Large Professor, Main Source, Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, MC Serch, N. Jones, Nas, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones, Nasty Nas, New York, Oliver Stone, Pete Rock, Q-Tip, Queens, Queensbridge, R&B, Ruffhouse Records, sampler, School Boy Crush, Schoolboy Crush, Soul Travelin', The Colour of Love, Triumph Releasing Corporation, U.S., Unique Studios, Vocals, W.P. Mitchell, William Paul Mitchell, Zebrahead

Originally appearing in the soundtrack for the 1992 film Zebrahead.

(Right..) (Right..)
Check me out y’all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria

[Nas]
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That’s like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I’m major
Atlanta ain’t Brave-r, I’ll pull a number like a pager
Cause I’m am ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I’m a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain’t a damn thing gonna change
I’ma performer strange show the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it’s halftime

(Right..) It’s halftime
(Right..) Aiyyo it’s halftime
(Right..) It’s halftime
(Right..) Yeah, it’s about halftime
This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel