Rap Wars 2003 – The Battlelines have been Drawn

Nov 22 ’02    The Bottom Line I have a feeling that in 2003, hip hop will EXPLODE!

Lately, There has been a lot of bullsh*t going on in rap music, and the battlelines have been drawn for 2003. God knows what is going to happen, but something serious is going to take place. Yesterday i heard Eminem’s new semi-underground counter-diss track called “Tha Realest Label”. Its time now. The time has come. Its time for “REAL HIP HOP”, as KRS would say, to take down FAKE Hip Hop. The soldiers are ready.

Now im here with this article to tell you guys exactly what is happening in rap when it comes to beef. So i have laid out all of the information you need to know about what is to come. Im also here to let out some anger.

Jay-Z vs. Nas – Battle for the King of New York
Of course, everybody knows all about this one. Its still on, no matter what. If you dont believe me, listen to Blueprint 2. It is LOADED with subliminal messages and indirect disses towards Nas. In fact, there are a LOT of lyrics found on the album that really make me think of Nas. Jay-Z even admitted stated that he lost to Nas, but apparently he doesnt mean it. So Jay-Z challenges Nas to a pay-per-view freestyle battle. Nas refused, saying that if he wants more beef, he will put out an album. So Jay-Z responds. True fans of hip hop and of these two artists can understand EXACTLY what Jigga is saying, most notably on “Watcher 2” and “Blueprint 2”. Here is a sample from Watcher 2:
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Love and Life #79

If you was having sex everyday in your last relationship, any type of dropoff in sex in your current relationship is going to make you think about your ex.  It’s human nature.  People compare.  Your girl/man is not going to come out and say all the freaky sh*t they were doing with their ex but believe me, if you are not doing those same freaky things, they are thinking about their ex.  For example if their ex used to f*ck them 7 times a day and you only f*cking once a day, they are thinking about their ex.  When you see them sitting there real quiet not saying anything, they are thinking about their ex.  Of course they would never tell you that.  When you ask “what you thinking about baby” they will probably say “oh, nothing just thinking about having to go to work tomorrow.”  But in reality, she is thinking about how her stomach used to feel after f*cking all day with her ex.  He is thinking about how he used to f*ck his ex so much that when he would bust a nutt, no nutt would even come out his d*ck.  That n*gga thinking about how his ex used to have him “all nutted out.”  It’s good to find out how freaky your bf/gf was with their ex, that way you know how hard you gotta go to out do them.

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Love and Life #82

Love and Life #82

People think women who flirt are more likely to cheat than women who don’t flirt.  I have noticed that the ones who flirt don’t usually go all the way.  They flirt until the sh*t starts to get outta hand then they chill.  A flirty b*tch will reel one of you dumb n*ggas in and then as soon as ya silly azz start catching feelings she will stop flirting with you and go on to the next one.  It’s all a f*cking game to a flirty b*tch.  They just want to see if they can get you to really start feeling them and once they see you do, mission accomplished.  The b*tch is on to the next n*gga to do the same mutha f*ckin thing.  A flirty b*tch just loves playing mind games and toying with you dumb azz n*ggas.  Don’t ever let a flirty b*tch play with ya emotions, she just trying to get ya d*ck hard as a corona bottle.  Next time you see one of these flirty b*tches playing around with you, tell her “listen mami, I don’t think you look good so can you please get off my d*ck.” Now the jokes on her.  That comment completely blindsided her.  But remember, she is a game player so that comment might make her go even harder with a different approach.  It’s all a game to her.  It’s nothing but a f*ckin game to a flirty azz b*tch.  Continue reading

count the black dots

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royal flush

[Big Boi]
I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
But the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
But it’s only the beginning my nigga don’t be so fast
Pass gas, slow it down to a screeching halt
Impeach the President cuz he don’t think before he talk
Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the +Caribbean+
+Billy Ocean+ body’s potent take up all your strip and land this
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Make It Right

In 2007, frustrated by the slow pace of rebuilding in the Lower Ninth, Brad Pitt set up a foundation called Make It Right; the foundation then commissioned 13 architecture firms to design affordable, green houses. The organization plans to build 150 homes, all for returning Lower Ninth residents. So far, just 15 of them are occupied, but those 15 make a big impression. Continue reading

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uhh…no, no, no

yessir !!!

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  • behind da barz

    --------the chemicals R identical, we're one & the same / with 7 letters in all 3 of my government names / walked on water, nah, neither did jesus / its a parable to make followers & readers believers--------i gave her my honorable discharge & she took it like a soldier--------what's a black beetle anyway, a fuckin roach-------she told the director she tryna get in a school-he said "take them glasses off and get in the pool"---------what ya'll call swag to me is faggotry-------my outfit so disrespectful / u go 'head n sneeze let my presence bless u--------its quite amazing that u rhyme like u do / & how u shine like u grew up in a shrine in peru-------its hard fuckin with niggaz u hope u can trust / ure a fool if ure main bitch is easy to fuck--------beyond the walls of intelligence life is divine / i think of crime when im in a new york state of mind - ------THE WAY SOME ACT IN RAP IS KINDA WACK / IT LACKS CREATIVITY & INTELLIGENCE / BUT THEY DON'T CARE BECAUSE THEIR COMPANY IS SELLING IT / ITS MY PHILOSOPHY ON THE INDUSTRY--------From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine-------know how to leave anything in 30 seconds / when you feel the heat coming & flee with the murder weapon--------ayo my silent moments' loud as the crack of thunder / my hunger like the crocodile that attacked the hunter-------i'm something between platinum & flop, underground & mainstream / conscious, backpack, scratch dat; same thing---------this phiscal year im'a stay hot, buzzin / wit dudes that help me shoot like a-rod's cousin-------i fight chicks who bite dicks / give 'em lock-jaw then make 'em fight pits ------all we see is terrorism on telievision ------i'm da illest nigga alive watch me prove it / i'll snatch your crown with your head still attatched to it ------slap your face till your head ache your neck break / the next day slash your throat thru the neckbrace ------ I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames / I'm a head case, the head nurse gets me better with brain ------ure now dealin with da kid who heat-holds & reloads / like god gave him a gta ammunition cheat-code ------once upon a time i used to grind all night / with dat coke residue that was ipod white ------ --i took trips with so much shit in the whip / that if the cops pulled us over the dogs would get sick (sniff) ------ i put my lifetime in between the paper's lines / i'm da quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme ------brain cells are lit ideas start to hit / next the formation of words dat fit / at da table i sit making it legit / when my pen hits da paper...aah shit -------i save money while u spendin ure doe / i must stash like da hair between your lip & your nose ------age don't count in the booth / when your flow stayed submerged in the fountain of youth -------when i'm writing i'm trapped in between the lines / i escape when i finish da rhyme - ------if we can't eat together then u aint my mans / so when u see me in da streets dont shake my hand- -----money is da root of all evil / dats why u always gotta now where u stand with your people--------i can show u how to gamble your money, handle a gun / & be a family man & go home to your sun- -------black diamonds in my jesus-piece / MY GOD-------its like da ball be over the plate & they dont call it a strike- ------i'm a gangsta & a gentleman, show you both sides of the coin / knife at your throat-gun at your groin- --------my testimonial be "death to a phony mc / you wanna impress me, show me a ki--------lord knows what homey would do if i showed him da 9 / a one-eyed man is king in the land of the blind--------on da road to riches & diamond rings / in the land of the blind a man with one eye is the king--------you lack the minerals & vitamins, iron & the niacin--------stares get exchanged then the 5th come out / the tough guy disappears then the bitch come out--------if you got a bith you dont argue with dat bitch / you dont listen to dat bitch all you do is fuck dat bitch-------know da bitch b4 you call yourself lovin it / nogga wit a benz fuckin it------went from $20Gs for blow to $30gs a show / to orgies wit hoes i never seen befo'-------i'm intelectual; passed more essays / than police motorcade parades thru east l.a.-------DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF LITTLE ITALY LITTLE DID WE KNOW / WE RIDDLED SOME MIDDLE-MAN WHO DIDN'T DO DIDDLY-------visualizing the realism of life in actuality / fuck who's da baddest; a person's status depends on salary-------mechanical movement, understandable smooth shit / that murderers move with-the thief's theme--------DEEP LIKE "THE SHINING" SPARKLE LIKE A DIAMOND / SNEAK AN UZI ON DA ISLAND IN MY ARMY JACKET LINING / HIT THE EARTH LIKE A COMET - INVASION / NAS IS LIKE THE AFRO-CENTRIC ASIAN; ½ MAN, ½ AMAZING-------& why certainly i'm squirtin / bust a nut then get up & wipe my dick on your curtain-------walk by your casket & spit in your face--------i know how to get my peers off me / make 'em cry & die from high blood-pressure cuz tears are salty-------i'm not trying to give you love & affection / i'm tryna give you 60 seconds of erection / then im'a give you cab fare & directions / get your independent ass outta here - question?---------black cat is bad luck; bad guys wear black / must've been a white guy who started all that--------either you're slinging crack-rocks or you got a wicked jumpshot--------all us blacks got is sports & entertainment--------2 many athletes, actors & rappers / but not enough niggaz at nasa - ------why did bush knock down the towers?--------I REACT LIKE MIKE / ANY ONE TY-SON, JOR-DAN, JACK-SON / action, pack gunz, ridiculous--------all the teachers couldn't reach me & my mom couldn't beat me / hard enough to make up for my pop not seeing me---------kings from queens, from queens comes kings / we're raising hell like a class when the lunch bell rings---------excuse me miss, can i give you a minute? / may i buy you a glass of ice with liquor in it?--------what goes around comes around i figure / now we got white kids calling themselves nigga / the tables turn as the crosses burn...---------YOU LOVE TO HEAR THE STORY AGAIN & AGAIN / OF HOW IT ALL GOT STARTED WAY BACK WHEN--------i guess they got a grudge cause i won't budge / playin tough, staring down the judge with my hands cuffed---------A CHILD IS BORN WITH NO STATE OF MIND / BLIND TO THE WAYS OF MANKIND--------who shot biggie smalls? if we don't get them they gon' get us all / i'm down to run up pn them crackers in their city hall----------its kinda hard to be optimistic / when your homey is laying dead in a casket----------they say the blacker the berry; the sweeter the juice / i say the darker the flesh; then the deeper the roots---------i took your breath away then we'd perform cpr---------there's no real way it can be explained / i guess its just the way i smile when i hear your name--------CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME / C.R.E.A.M. GET THE MONEY, DOLLAR DOLLAR BILL Y'AAAAALL------------see I’m a poet to some, a regular modern day shakespeare / jesus christ the king of these latter day saints here / To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as / a monger of hate and satan a scatter-brained atheist--------i remember marvin gaye used to sing to me / he had me feeling like black was the thing to be------------this be that put-you-out-your-misery song / that makes you ask your man 'is this the joint he's dissin me on?'---------foul all your life now ure 90 / on ure death bed u regret being grimey---------INDUSTRY RULE #4080, RECORD COMPANY PEOPLE ARE SHAAADYYYY / so kids watch your back cause i think they smoke crack---------society's a weak excuse for a man-----------planet earth my place of birth / born to be the sole controller of the universe---------the mic had my prints, on on it was a body---------a squealer tells, but the dealer still sells---------some young male put in jail / lawyer so good his bail was on sale----------i'm just takin a piss......unless you're gonna do it----------fuck street clothes, we thug it out in tuxedos / stomp niggaz with hard bottoms in casinos--------people higher up have the lowest self-esteem / & the prettiest people do the ugliest things-----------IF YOU ADMIRE SOMEONE YOU SHOULD GO 'HEAD & TELL 'EM / PEOPLE NEVER GET THE ROSES WHILE THEY CAN STILL SMELL 'EM-----------goddamn, what a nigga gotta do to make a million / without the fbi catching feelings--------i got a story to tell / in these streets we got drugs & guns for sale---------we keep the nine tucked chop dimes up rap about it / wild out fuck niggaz up laugh about it---------- read between tha lines of ya eyes and ya brows / ya handshake aint matchin ya smile---------what the fuck i rap for? to push a fuckin rav-4?-------fuck all the glamour & glitz, i plan to get rich / i'm from new york & never was a fan of the knicks----------the white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him / his flow on renegade-fuckin awesome...applaud him-------before i start you know i gotta / pay homage & respects to afrika bambaata---------DRUGS IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS / MONEY IS THE KEY TO SEX------i pimped my crib so i must exhibit------- I - WILL - NOT - LOSE !
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