Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Ghostface Killah feat Raekwon, U-God, Masta Killa, & Cappadonna – “Winter Warz”

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I remember first hearing this song on Georgia Tech’s campus, visiting for the holidays from Bridgeport, CT. We went to see “Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking your Juice in the Hood,” and listened to this gem from the soundtrack.

It’s on…
[Cappa]
Where your sparkle at kid? Rzarector…

[Break: Raekwon the Chef]

Yes the s–t is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang’s back for more Yes the hour’s four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

[Verse One: U-God]

This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu’ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America’s Cream Team,

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Wu-Tang Clan – “Diesel”

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Adam, Benjamin Franklin, Blue Lines, Cuban Link, Diesel, Einstein, Eve, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Key Yemaya Walker, Killer Bees, Method Man, Ol Dirty Bastard, Osirus, Prince Rakeem, Raekwon, Raekwon the Chef, RZA, The RZA, U-God, Venezuelan, Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Forever

So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats

On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up

Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI’msayin?

(For real baby)

And, yo son, on the real I’ma get a sneaker just like y’all

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

I need help Because the black man is God

The government is after me And the worst is,

I need help So this is to bring everything in the

Someone help me please universe within the light

Someone help me! Understanding

They already did 2Pac My children, all six billion humans

Biggie Smalls on the planet Earth

Someone help me! Regardless of who or what, I love you

Someone help me please! Word is bond, I love you

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Big Pun feat Inspectah Deck & Prodigy – “Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)”

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1998, Big Pun, Big Punisher, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Capital Punishment, Cypress Hill, East Coast Hip-Hop, Eric B & Rakim, gangsta rap, Gary Burton, Hamburger Hill, hardcore hip hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Horrorcore, Inspectah Deck, Key Yemaya Walker, Latin hip hop, Loud Records, Mafioso rap, Mobb Deep, music, Prodigy, Protect Ya Neck, Queensbridge, Raekwon, Rakim, Red Dawn, RZA, Scarface, Shaolin, Terror Squad, The Bronx, The Rebel INS, The RZA, Tony Montana, Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy), Wu-Tang Clan

[Featuring Inspectah Deck, Prodigy]
“Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned…” –>
Rakim

(repeat 2X)
“Wake you up and as I stare in your…” (repeat 2X)
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
“Yo it’s the P” *cut and scratched*

Verse One: Prodigy
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
that claim to be the newest, rap n’ bulls–t
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
and the tech sales through the ceiling, let’s talk with guns
Convo til the po-lice come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it’s Hamburger Hill for real
It’s Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on, my outfit
stuck on some wild out s–t, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc
Me and the click-a, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin write a new banger
that strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
or the H-A-V-O-C, n—a