PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime, I ain’t never falling off.
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation. Weak MCs approach with slang that’s dead – you might as well run into the wall and bang your head.
I want leverage, ice cold beverage, money I can’t count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest.
Dear New York, I hope you’re doing well. I know a lot’s happened and you’ve been through hell.
I’m shrewd about decimals and my man’ll speak patois, and I can speak rap star.
When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus – put the soul in the track like my name was Otis.
Bass in your face, not an eight track, gettin’ it good to the wood so the people give you some a dat.
Truth is here, the truth is here.
I know it’s up for me if you steal my sunshine.
This is the point from which I could never return, and if I back down now then forever I burn.
In the hood, it’s against all odds, you spit 16 bars.
Don’t ask me, because I don’t know why, but it’s like that, and that’s the way it is.
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare – heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare.
When you cross my mind, you best look both ways ‘cause my personality’s bigger than yours.
Feelin’ my wrath, venturing through parts of the South so dirty you’ll want to be given a bath.
X gonna give it to you.
Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck).
When they see me, they say, “Who dat ovah there?” Just a lil dude with a head full of hair.
Everybody wants to be a DJ, everybody wants to be an MC, but being speakers are the best.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Every hood that we go through, all the gangsters around know my whole crew.
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, gimme the mic so I can take it away.
About to steal the game, I’m a whole new crook. Bakin’ up that fire, I’m a whole new cook.
UH-HUH HUH, HEH HEH YEAH… but no, this is actually, like, a really great album. Like seriously (UH HUH YEAH).
Don’t you know I’m loco?
It’s not a game – you play chess with life, end up in the flame.
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump.
Now I’m a start collecting props, connecting plots. Networking like a conference, ‘cause the nonsense is yet to stop.
It puts soul, jazz, rock, and funk into a blender and serves it up as a tasty hip hop concoction all its own.
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco.
Stay on top but remain from the underground – X to the Z and we all in the family.
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated urban legends in the books with the ones who made it.
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can’t flow, but we’ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe.
Well, I’ll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills! I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil.
First got it when he was six, didn’t know any tricks. Matter fact first time he got on it, he slipped.
Yeah, I been struggling my whole life, yeah. I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah.
Want to measure my size? I rise above the norm, the urban icon ridin’ on the eye of the storm, fool.
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine, Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine.
I challenge any opponent who want to smoke – we can pull ‘till our voice get lower than Tone Loc.
Guys you know you better watch out – some girls are only about that thing, that thing, that thing.
In she came with the same type game, the type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name.
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame, I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains ‘til things change.
Ain’t nothing changed: everyone still want the Benz and the Range, everybody still want the gems and the chains.
To everyone out there, who’s a little different, I say damn a magazine, these is God’s fingerprints.
Can I rise? And get to the laugh, through the cries. While I’m alive, the projects, the hood through my eyes.
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity.
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted. Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can’t lift it.
Lord Finesse and DJ Mike Smooth dial up the number of the funky technician!
Stripped down, subtle, sinister, superior hip hop.
Fight the power, indeed.
It will, I suppose you could say, make you (sha, sha-ba-da) feel good.
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge.
Still making some noise, still hilarious, still the Beastie Boys.
Hip hop that’s low key yet aggressive, gritty yet groovy, heavy yet accessible.
A hardcore underground gem from hip hop’s golden age.
A genius by the name of GZA emerges on the scene.
Worst come to worst… actually, that’s best come to best.
We knew that Everlast could make us jump around, but that was just for starters as it turns out.
To not dig this one would be mad, man.
Mike Skinner lets the sun in.
Chill, quirky hip hop that is absolutely unique (and uniquely good).
Incredible underground hip hop with laid back jazz, funk, and r&b influences, fronted by one of the best MCs in hip hop history.
Jay-Z’s debut album has a great blend of rawness and tremendous vitality and energy.
It’s complicated… but with this Kanye album, something broke through for me.
Fresh and compelling and original and, above all, good hip hop out of England.
The best solo album by the great Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest (and many collaborations) fame.
Come for the collabs, stay for the DJ mastery.
Slow-paced, almost hypnotic hip hop prowess.
Old school, east coast hip hop flavor with horn riffs and soul music samples for days.
High highs, consistently stellar production work, and A Game from our man. That being the M-E-T-H-O-D Man.
Rap music for getting one’s head up.
Wu-Tang Clan and RZA vibes await.
While sprawling and uneven, this double album contains some of Tupac Shakur’s best artistic output.
YouTube’s lofi girl and Spotify yield lofi hip hop bliss. That’s a bingo!
Underground French hip hop that reminds me that there’s nothing better than discovering great music.
Smart, blistering underground hip hop with ultra-tight flow.
Old school hip hop with flavors of A Tribe Called Quest and Digable Planets, and that’s just sweet.
Whatever he chooses to call himself, MF Doom… er, Viktor Vaughn is a hip hop genius.
This album represents the best of the kind of music listening I do these days while working or hanging out with family and friends during cocktail hour.
It’s a fun (very) old school hip hop party album, and/but “Apache” is the towering achievement here that merits best 1,000 albums ever consideration.