Imma lay down on you all here...
1.) Tribe called quest - how can you not deny the album "the low end theory" as one of the greatest?
Q-Tip & Phife:
Q: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines and presence was fittin'. It was I the abstract
P: And me the five footer. I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter.
Q: Yo, Phife, you remember that routine that we used to make spiffy like mister clean?
P: Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen. I don~t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon.
Q: You on point Phife?
P: All the time, tip.
Q: You on point Phife?
P: All the time, tip.
Q: You on point Phife?
P: All the time, tip.
Q: Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip.
P: Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am. Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram. I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long. My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong. Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong. I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along. You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 'cause you know and I know that you know who I am. A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see. And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's. 'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me. They get vexed, I roll next, can~t none contest me. I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave. On job remaining, no I'm chaining cause I misbehave. I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check. And before I get the butt the jim must be erect. You see, my aura~s positive I don't promote no junk. See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk. Extremity in rhythm, yeah that's what you heard. So just clean out your ears and just check the word.
Q: Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check it out. Check it out. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Play tapes y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check it out. Check it out.
P: Back in days on the boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin' It was I the Phifer,
Q: And me, the abstract. The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack.
P: Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock Those fly routines on your cousin~s block.
Q: Um, let me see, damn I can't remember. I receive the message and you will play the sender.
P: You on point Tip?
Q: All the time Phife.
P: You on point Tip?
Q: Yeah, all the time Phife.
P: You on point Tip?
Q: Yo, all the time Phife.
P: So play the resurrector and give the dead some life.
Q: Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock. Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Luke Brock, With speed. I'm agile plus I'm worth your while. One hundred percent intelligent black child. My optic presentation sizzles the retina. How far must I go to gain respect? Um. Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own Or you'll be crazy sad and alone. Industry rule number four thousand and eighty, record company people are shady. So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack, I don't doubt it. Look at how they act. Off to better things like a hip-hop forum. Pass me the rock and I'll storm with the crew and ... Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper. Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop.
NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all. SC, y'all check it out y'all. Virginia, check the rhyme y'all. Check it out. Out. In London, check the rhyme, y'all.
2.) Gangstarr - No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shi*, I break kids
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, I hate those motherfuc*in posers
But I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nah you can't compare me
And no we don't make wack tracks
and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts
I represent set up shi* like a tent boy
You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal
3.) Special Ed - thats right i'm talking you back to the old school "cuz i;m the magnificent"
am the magnificent!
I'm the magnificent with the sensational style
And I can go on and on for like a mile, a minute
I get in it like a car and drive
And if the record is smash, I can still survive
'Cause I'm the man of steel on the wheel that you're steerin'
Or rather playin' on the record that you're hearin'
You might not understand what I'm saying at first
So Action Love, put it in reverse
I'm just conversin' with you, person
This is just a conversation
I'm Special Ed, with the special presentation, hey
I like to play, so for me it's recreaton
It's not just a job, it's an adventure
If worse comes to worse, I've got your thirst quencher
But ya gotta buy it, dont' even try it
I don't rhyme for free, no matter how dry it gets
I collect my money in sets
One before the show and again when I jet
So I get mine, and I'm a get more
'Cause I'm financially secure and I'm sure
So i don't need your tips or advice
'cause I'm too nice for that, you rat
I can't stand mice, I'm like a cat, kinda frisky
Battling is risky business
You might acquire dizziness, just like whisky
Isn't this enough?
Oh, you think you're tough, cookie
I think you better call your bookie
'Cause you can bet your life, I'm gonna play you like hooky
On a Friday, this is my day
When I was through, I heard you say, "Why they dis me like that?"
I shoulda repent
Somebody shoulda said that Special Ed was the magnificent
I am the magnificent
I'm the magnificent, dynamite, super dope, outta sight
Special Ed with my trusty pal
Action Love, the run we shall
Continue to win, yet this is not a game
But I'm 'a play you if say you claim to be better
I hate rumors and I give tumors
And our jammies get Grammys
Yet I'm not an actor, it's just a factor that we're famous
Don't blame us for nothin'
Action Love is cuttin', I'm on the rhyme
Skin your teeth and it's your beef that I'll grind
Like a butcher, I'll put you on a table
And let my D.J. cut ya
But you're such a little sucker
I might not even touch ya
I betcha whatcha want is just attention
Your mother and your father shoulda used some prevention
Look at all the time and the money they spent
And now ya wanna die against I-the magnificent?
I am the magnificent!
I'm the magnificent with the sensational style
And I can go on and on for like a mile, a minute
I get in it like a car and drive
And if the record is smash, I can still survive
'Cause I'm the man of steel on the wheel that you're steerin'
Or rather playin' on the record that you're hearin'
You might not understand what I'm saying at first
So Action Love, put it in reverse