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THE-- FUCK-- IS-- YALL NIGGAS TALKIN ABOUT NIGGA????
WE WAS YOUNG (okay) LEGENDS (okay) NIGGA (okay)
IN THE SPOT ALL NIGHT
AIRFORCE 1S, A HUNDRED KEYS, BULLETPROOF VEST, A WHOLE CAKE OF FLAKE, 20 GRAMS OF BAKE, USED TO STAND OVER THE POT AND DO THE HARLEM SHAKE (that's wassup)
FOR GOODNESSSS SAKE, WHAT???? YOU THINK YOU THE MAN???? YOU GOT A PLATINUM CHAIN?????
WE SOLD (haha) SO MANY GRAMS (haha), WE HAD PLATINUM HANDS, NIGGA
WHEN THE COKE WENT UP WE HAD FOR 27, WHEN WE WAS IN THESE STREETS IT WAS LIKE GOD IN HEAVEN

i love that they threw THE TRUTH on it, mashed up with a bunch of other tracks that only ended up on the bootlegged shit that never dropped. that intro sounded even more classic the first time i heard it like a year and a half ago, on a kay slay tape with kay slay yelling over the shit talking in the place of the whiny little paranthetical voice that sounds like mad linx. it was like some shocking intro to a future classic while az was giving these pussy little interviews about how was going to call the album LAST CALL because it was your last chance to fuck with az OR ELSE or else he was going to pack his shit up and do whatever... continue opening and closing unsuccessful soul food restaurants or start a label ("start a label"). this is some passionate heatmakerz type beat "IIIIIIII GAWWWWWWWWTTTTTOOOOOOO TEEEELLLLL THE TROOO-OOOO-OOOOOOOTH" but with straight drums and the az verses just becoming like the interludes, secondary to the insane motivational hustle peptalk/history lesson/mob movie voiceover

and fuck i was unhealthily obsessed with all those hiphopgame leaked exclusives that dropped once a week in the few months before the release date and i can't even say why, just makes me want to transcribe every verse end to end and it's completely apparent what's special about it when i'd just make it sound like some boring old dusty az new york bullshit that no one wants to hear. i love the way he dropped NEVER CHANGE with the crazy storytelling shit about reuniting by chance with a dude from his past that ends up getting shot the next night, talking about the last time he saw him, snatch his guiness off the ground, rose up and gave homie a pound. and THE COME UP when it was just UNTITLED PREMO TRACK and now it's got the perfect joyful new york black and white video with old men shadowboxing in front of barbershops and kids licking snocones and gsx-r stationary burnout shot.

i love that az swagger track on CITY OF GODS... GET DOUGH, GET LOW, LIVE LIFE, GET NICE, ROCK ICE, RIDE CARS, BUY BIKES, TAKE TRIPS, LIVE RICH, EAT GOOD, GET DIPPED, STAY HOOD, STACK CHIPS, THAT'S IIIIIIIIT!... course it's the kid that cut dope and never got nauseous / cooked coke on the comeback, never took losses / from one rap got rich off life's a bitch chorus. i love the BEDTIME STORY track. "daddy, what's... 'G'd up'?????"

― 3333333, Thursday, 20 October 2005 07:25 (twenty years ago)

you know the happenin, homies just yappin and
handshakin, laughin, and exchangin all they math again
usually lose touch when you travelin
a few dudes bruise up in the battlin
parked up on madison, across from the radisson
we talked about the tattlin some niggas did in maryland
plus discussed old homicides unravellin
i asked, was he dabblin? he laughed and said he managing
his cartier frames was as clear as a camera lens
he hardly changed, i wasn't near in comparison
we joked about how police choked him out
in other words, i was up in clout
and from the curb i need to pull a larry bird before i'm up and out
without a sound, snatched my guiness off the ground
rose up, gave him a pound, and told homie hold it down

it was tuesday when i saw him, figured friday i could call him
woke up early wednesday mornin, flew a chick in from new orleans
she ain't that average bitch who be doggin for dick
you know the chicks that get you sick when they keep callin
up in nordstroms for a fresh pair to force em
of course with footwear, i be the first nigga to sport em
wore em soon as i copped em, in the spot playin possum
debatin my destination, lacin, weighin my options
telly started rockin, i answered, 'what's poppin?'
they answered and said they shot him, now the hood got a problem
i had to stop then, reachin out for my water bottle
trying to figure what nigga, why, and by who, then
before you know it, the other boys told it
it was homie from the old click i just seen and spoke with
("OH SHIT... this can't be serious...")

― 33333333333, Thursday, 20 October 2005 07:28 (twenty years ago)

Yes, very much so. But I do prefer a less germanic approach to music writing.

― nathalie, a bum like you (stevie nixed), Thursday, 20 October 2005 07:32 (twenty years ago)

THIS IS THAT RIKERS ISLAND NOT TRIPPIN RAP FLOW
FOR THEM BOX SPITTIN BING MONSTERS SNIFFIN THAT BLOW
BLOCK HUGGERS KNOW THE STYLE TRIPLE THAT DOUGH
FORTY CAL FOR THEM COCKSUCKERS HIT EM BACK SLOW
WHAT YALL KNOW ABOUT COKE PIES, GET EM THAT LOW
I'M MALCOLM BEFORE THE GOLD TIE, RESEMBLE CASTRO
REP N Y NO LIE MY SIDE IS TABASCO
SO HOT CROOKED COPS IS SEARCHIN YOUR ASSHOLE
IT'S THE DROP THAT FREEZE NIGGAS WHERE THEY STAND
FOR THE GUAP NIGGAS WILL PLAY PAC AND POP WITH THEY MAN
IT DON'T STOP WE UP TOP BUT WE LOCK THE LAND
AND WE ROLL BLOCKS CLOSE SHOP GET GHOST AND SCRAM
GINGERBREAD NIGGAS ON THE RUN FROM FEDS
SHIT IS SICK PRETTY CHICKS'LL PUT A GUN TO YOUR HEAD
NEVER A VIC EITHER THINK QUICK OR END UP DEAD
CAUSE WHEN WE FLIP WHAT'S LEFT TO BE SAID

― 333333333, Thursday, 20 October 2005 07:34 (twenty years ago)

i'm a vet, cuz in comstock, callin collect
sayin he just left the box, hot, annoyed and depressed
claimin he stressed, did a 3 and still facin the stress
i'm like, look, this ain't the row and you ain't facin your death
so save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh
you know the deal, i pray they process your appeal
cause on the real, i still got my hands on the wheel
and i'ma drive til the gas run out
either crash or rap til a smash come out
WE THEM REAL NIGGAS

― 3333333, Thursday, 20 October 2005 07:46 (twenty years ago)

MY MAN ANOTHONY CRUZ, NIGGA
AKA SOOOOOOSAAAAAAAAA
ONE OF THE GREATEST MCS EVER TO GRACE THE MOTHERFUCKIN MICROPHONE, NIGGA
NOW I FEEL HE AIN'T REACH HIS HIGHEST POTENTIAL YET
I DON'T THINK IT WAS THE RAPS...
MAYBE IT WAS THE MACHINE, THE LABEL OR SOMETHING THAT HE WAS IN
BUT ANYWAY!
WE AIN'T BLAMIN NOMOTHERFUCKINBODY, MAN
YALL KNOW AZ MEAN ALMIGHTY ZIGZAG KNOWLEDGE WISDOM UNDERSTANDIN COMPLETE, NIGGA
BUT TODAY... THAT A... STAND FOR THE LAW OF INTERTIA
MEANING, ONCE SOMETHING GET OUT AND IT'S SO HOT THE PUBLIC NEED IT LIKE A CRACKHEAD NEEDS HIS CRACK, LIKE A DOPEFIEND NEEDS HIS DOPE, AND IT CAN'T BE MOTHERFUCKIN STOPPED...
SO YALL NEED TO GO OUT AND GET THIS ALBUM BEFORE YALL MISS ONE OF THE GREATEST RAPPERS THAT EVER GRACED THE MIC

― 333333, Thursday, 20 October 2005 07:51 (twenty years ago)

i guess it's hard to search for, but: anticipate: AZ's "AWOL"

― jermaine (jnoble), Thursday, 20 October 2005 11:22 (twenty years ago)

"Serious" aint make the last Nas album or this. Where the hell is that track eventually gonna end up..?

I like "new york". Rawkwon sounds like he started sniffin' again and got his flow back.

― Ellis, Thursday, 20 October 2005 15:00 (twenty years ago)

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