I've been a fan of Hip Hop since I was about 8 years old (1988), and for most, if not all of that time, I've been huge on lyrics. Of course I love head nod worthy beats, but once we get past there, I wanna hear someone get on there and kill it. I want to have an "Oh shit" moment when I hear you spit your rhyme. The kind of moment that makes me want to rewind what you said and hear it all over again. That is exciting to me. It makes me appreciate the art of rap. Below is an example of that from the song Beasts From The East by Lost Boyz. The song features Mr. Cheeks from LB, A+, Redman, and Canibus. The whole song is dope, but the best verses are Red's and Canibus's in my opinion. Esepcailly Canibus. Read the lyrics here and listen to the song as well to hear him say it. Also, be sure to check out the Hip Hop 101 epsidoe of the Look And Listen Podcast to hear more of my thoughts, and the thoughts of Rod from #TBGWT and Brandon and Mike from #WM40A on our relatinships and appreciation of Hip Hop Music. You can find that episode by clicking the title here in this blog post, or by going to the podcast page of this site. It's also on iTunes, Stitcher, Podomatic, and TuneIn radio.Enjoy!
[Verse 4: Canibus] Canibus brings the sickest drama, fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom Playing with the mic is something I won't do My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you I smoke you and whoever you standing close to And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you Defeating, niggas like Seagal Steven Putting MCs in positions to prevent 'em from breathing I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers What's the matter with y'all, I splatter y'all Against the motherfucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle I go On & On like Erika Badu A hundred times nicer than the best is Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who wanna test this? Fuck y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me An MC so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me All that shit you popping will stop, when I put you in a headlock And apply pressure until I crush your motherfucking noggin I grab mics and push niggas to the left So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this Lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress But if you want to battle, I'm down If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks Anyone who ain't feeling my shidick can suck my didick You need to quit it, if you ain't spitting More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness Kicking boring raps with metaphors that's wack All of y'all motherfuckers need NordicTrack To get ya weight up, fucking with Canibus you get ate up Get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up Been rocking longer than niggas twice my age Back in the days before Bob Marley was rocking a fade Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves I existed, in the garden of Eden getting lifted Sticking dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness The Canibus is spitting till he's spitless 50 bars of total sickness, you won't forget this I'm putting every wack Emcee alive on my shit list Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted Took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit Going once, going twice Sold to that nigga name Canibus Me and Mr.Cheeks, A+, and Funk Doctor Hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya