The Damaja >>> 99.9% of crappers in the game
JERU killed Prospect Park like only one of Brooklyn’s favorite sons could. The Crooklyn Dodgers re-union in Prospect Park was a show for the ages. It reminded me that emcees >>> rappers. And every rapper is not an emcee. Being a good rapper or even a great rapper is Kool and the gang.
Being a great emcee…
Fucks with Buckshot Shorty if he is in your town.
Fucks with JERU the Damaja when his shows come around.
Even Chubb Rock murdered the microphone on his return home.
KRS-1 set the standard last year for Brooklyn emceeing when he did his show at the same bandshell in Prospect Park. Definitely go see him this summer at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival. It is one of the times you will get to see exactly what Hip-Hop is borne of. The ceremony of communication within the community.
We still here.
They shut off our lights.
We still here.
They shut off the mics.
We still here.
They can’t take our rights.
You want to call this a culture? Then say that Hip-Hop is the culture of the celebration of life.
It’s unfortunate when the vehicle that so many can use to make a living is being driven by those who only wish to make a killing.
-Chuck D
Where do I start to talk about this show?
Oh yeah, emcees > rappers.
We’ve covered these topics previously. Nothing has changed. Buckshot Shorty is an iconoclastic emcee. Black Moon singlehandedly pioneered backpack rap. How could you NOT fucks with them? Smif-N-Wessun. Heltah Skeltah. OGC. The list continues for the Duck Down label, but at the foundation is Black Moon. Buckshot and Evil Dee ripped shit like it was the Red Zone in 1992. Buckshot ran the stage like a track while he made sure that he still kept time with his verses. I forget sometimes how pivotal ‘Enta Da Stage’ was as a piece of music. Hip-Hop lives through independent artists that are creative with their content and presentation.
Kidz In The Hall should do well as Duck Down artists.
Jeru the Damaja rrrrrrripped up his set as well. Sonn had a plan and he executed it flawlessly. Freestyles can be loosely jointed rhyme verses that you have the cadences for counted already in your domepiece. Jeru gave up several freestyles along with his classics and never settled on the audience’s lack of ability to chant along with him. Jeru was ahead of his time in 1994. Nothing’s changed in 2008. The people still need to cram to understand.
Chubb Rock did his thing too. Chubb is so Hip-Hop. The party didn’t get started until Chubb Rock came onstage and nobody let him leave without the seminal fanboy love anthem ‘Treat ‘Em Right’.
I was up in the trees during Masta Ace. For Special Ed too. Special Ed might have been up the trees too, I don’t know. My biggest complaint was the fact that the soundmen has the monitors tuned so low with almost no bass. Real live Hip-Hop needs bass like Flavor Flav needs base.
O.C. was there. Yes, he did ‘Time’s Up’. Please do the knowledge on this song.
Somebody count the polysyllabic words.
You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend rappers sit back I’m bout to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand never word of mouth
What’s in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I’m feel I’m stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true I feel,
“Their time’s limited, hard rocks too”
Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I’m fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It’s the same old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona’s drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What’s-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That’s a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It’s the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody’ll quote
That’s what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody’s either crime-related or sexual
I’m here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true I feel
“Their time’s limited, hard rocks too”
