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Single Greatest Hip Hop Song Of All Time

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    Gmcfosho - Miss My Ni

    Gmcfosho - Miss My Ni (2013)

     
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    Stetsasonic - Talkin' All That Jazz

    Stetsasonic - Talkin' All That Jazz (1988)



    [Produced by MC Delite and Prince Paul]

    [Verse 1]
    Well here's how it started, heard you on the radio
    Talking 'bout rap, saying all that crap
    About how we sample, giving examples
    Think we'll let you get away with that?

    You criticize our method of how we make records
    You said it wasn't art, so now we're gonna rip you apart

    Stop, check it out my man
    This is the music of a hip-hop band
    Jazz, well you can call it that
    But this jazz retains a new format

    Point, where you misjudged us
    Speculated, created a fuss
    You've made the same mistake politicians have
    Talkin' all that jazz

    [Verse 2]
    Talk, well I heard talk is cheap
    But like beauty, talk is just skin deep
    And when you lie and you talk a lot
    People tell you to step off a lot
    You see, you misunderstood, a sample's just a tactic
    A portion of my method, a tool, in fact it's
    Only of importance when I make it a priority
    And what we sample's loved by the majority
    But you a minority in terms of thought
    Narrow minded and poorly taught
    About hip-hop, playing all the silly games
    To erase my music so no one can use it
    You step on us and we'll step on you
    Can't have your cake and eat it too
    Talkin' all that jazz

    [Verse 3]
    Lies, that's when you hide the truth
    It's when you talk more jazz than proof
    And when you lie and address something you don't know
    It's so wack that it's bound to show
    When you lie about me or the band we get angry
    Whip out our pen, start writing again
    And the things we write are always true
    Sucker, get a grip, now we talking 'bout you
    Seems to me that you have a problem
    So we can see what we can do to solve them
    Think rap is a fad? You must be mad
    Cause we're so bad we get respect you never had
    Tell the truth, James Brown was old
    'Til Eric and Ra came out with "I Got Soul"
    Rap brings back old R&B
    And if we would not, people could've forgot

    We wanna make this perfectly clear
    We're talented and strong and have no fear
    Of those who choose to judge but lack pizazz
    Talkin' all that jazz

    [Verse 4]
    Now we're not trying to be a boss to you
    We just wanna get across to you
    That if you're talking jazz, the situation is a no-win
    You might even get hurt, my friend
    Stetsasonic, the hip-hop band
    And like Sly and the Family Stone, we will stand
    Up for the music we live and play
    And for the song we sing today
    For now, let us set the record straight
    And later on we'll have a forum and a formal debate
    But it's important you remember though
    What you reap is what you sow
    Talkin' all that jazz
     
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    Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction

    Snoop Dogg - Sensual Seduction (2007)



    Original is almost as good

     
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    But Seriously, this is probably the Greatest Rap Song/Video of All Time:

    This makes me want to be black in New York City during the 70's so badly. But unfortunately, I was only black in Texas during that time.

    Public Enemy - Fight The Power

    Public Enemy - Fight The Power (1989)



    "Fight The Power"

    1989 the number another summer (get down)
    Sound of the funky drummer
    Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould
    (Brothers and sisters, hey)
    Listen if you're missin' y'all
    Swingin' while I'm singin'
    Givin' whatcha gettin'
    Knowin' what I know
    While the Black bands sweatin'
    And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
    Got to give us what we want
    Gotta give us what we need
    Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
    We got to fight the powers that be
    Lemme hear you say
    Fight the power

    [Chorus]

    As the rhythm designed to bounce
    What counts is that the rhymes
    Designed to fill your mind
    Now that you've realized the prides arrived
    We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
    from the heart
    It's a start, a work of art
    To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
    People, people we are the same
    No we're not the same
    Cause we don't know the game
    What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
    You say what is this?
    My beloved lets get down to business
    Mental self defensive fitness
    (Yo) bum rush the show
    You gotta go for what you know
    Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
    Lemme hear you say...
    Fight the Power

    [Chorus]

    Elvis was a hero to most
    But he never meant shit to me you see
    Straight up racist that sucker was
    Simple and plain
    Mother fuck him and John Wayne
    Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
    I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
    Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
    Sample a look back you look and find
    Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
    Don't worry be happy
    Was a number one jam
    Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
    (Get it) lets get this party started right
    Right on, c'mon
    What we got to say
    Power to the people no delay
    To make everybody see
    In order to fight the powers that be

    (Fight the Power)
     
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    Rich Chigga - Dat $tick

    Rich Chigga - Dat $tick (2016)

    1:12 - "You don't wanna fuck wit a chigga like me"

     
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    We have all heard these songs 10,000 times. But it is interesting that Rap has now become equivalent to Classic Rock. We have heard this stuff so often but it is still great. We can post old shit, new shit, and it is all great.

    Dr Dre featuring Snoop Dogg - Nuthin' But a G Thang

    Dr Dre featuring Snoop Dogg - Nuthin' But a G Thang (1992)



    "Nuthin But A "G" Thang"
    (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    One, two, three and to the four
    Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
    Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
    ('Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up)
    Give me the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
    Compton and Long Beach together
    Now you know you're in trouble
    Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby
    Two loc'ed out niggas, so we're crazy
    Death Row is the label that pays me
    Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah!)
    But, um, back to the lecture at hand
    Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
    From a young G's perspective
    And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
    You never know, she could be earnin' her man
    And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
    Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
    Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
    And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
    And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
    Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
    I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

    [Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg:]
    It's like this and like that and like this and a–
    It's like that and like this and like that and a–
    It's like this and like that and like this and a–
    Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin'
    But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
    Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
    So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt
    You never been on a ride like this befo'
    With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
    At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
    You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit
    To add to my collection, the selection symbolizes dope
    Take a toke, but don't choke
    If you do, you'll have no clue
    On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

    [Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg:]
    It's like this and like that and like this and a–
    It's like that and like this and like that and a–
    It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
    So just chill 'til the next episode

    [Kid Dynamite and Public Enemy (Congress Alley):]
    You've got the feeling
    To rock the other side
    You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
    Gettin' funky on the mic, like a old batch of collard greens
    It's the capital S, oh yes, I'm fresh, N double-O, P
    D, O, double-G, Y, D, O, double-G, you see
    Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
    Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
    Yeah, and it don't quit
    I think they in the mood for some mothafuckin' G shit
    (Hell yeah!) So, Dre (What up, Dogg?)
    Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G?)
    We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah!)
    And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton)

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention
    Mobbin' like a ************, but I ain't lynchin'
    Droppin' the funky shit
    That's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
    When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumble
    Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
    My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
    Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
    But if I got my nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
    And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
    And if you bitches talk shit I'ma have to put the smack down
    Yeah, and you don't stop
    I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
    But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn
    C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach
    Puttin' the shit together
    Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

    [Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg:]
    Like this, that and this and a–
    It's like that and like this and like that and a–
    It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
    So just chill 'til the next episode

    [Kid Dynamite and Public Enemy (Congress Alley):]
    You've got the feeling
    To rock the other side
    You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
    You've got the feeling
    To rock the other side
    You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
     
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    Eric B and Rakim - Paid in Full

    Eric B and Rakim - Paid in Full (1987)



    "Paid In Full"

    Yo Rakim, what's up?
    Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., man I'm trying to get paid in full
    Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right?
    True

    Kara Lewis is our agent, word up
    Zakia and 4th and Broadway is our record company, indeed
    Okay, so who we rollin' with then? We rollin' with Rush
    Of Rushtown Management

    Check this out, since we talking over
    This def beat right here that I put together
    I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, you know what I'm sayin'?
    And together, we can get paid in full

    Thinkin' of a master plan
    'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand
    So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
    So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint

    So I start my mission, leave my residence
    Thinkin' how could I get some dead presidents
    I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
    So I think of all the devious things I did

    I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin' funny
    Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin' move but the money
    But now I learned to earn 'cuz I'm righteous
    I feel great, so maybe I might just

    Search for a nine to five, if I strive
    Then maybe I'll stay alive
    So I walk up the street whistlin' this
    Feelin' out of place 'cuz, man, do I miss

    A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
    Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
    Fish, which is my favorite dish
    But without no money it's still a wish

    'Cuz I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
    So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
    So now to test to see if I got pull
    Hit the studio, 'cuz I'm paid in full

    Rakim, check this out, yo
    You go to your girl house and I'll go to mine
    'Cause my girl is definitely mad
    'Cause it took us too long to do this album

    Yo, I hear what you're saying
    So let's just pump the music up
    And count our money

    Yo, well check this out, yo Eli
    Turn down the bass down
    And let the beat just keep on rockin'

    And we outta here
    Yo, what happened to peace?
    Peace
     
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    Nas - The World is Yours

    Nas - The World is Yours (1994)



    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    It's yours
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
    Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
    To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
    Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
    The thief's theme: play me at night, they won't act right
    The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
    The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
    "Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
    Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
    Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
    Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
    I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep
    I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
    I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    It's yours
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours!)
    To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
    I trip, we box up crazy bitches
    Aiming guns at all my baby pictures
    Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
    Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
    The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
    Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
    Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
    There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
    While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
    Of holy water. Odds against Nas are slaughter
    Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
    My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
    Born in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
    "How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre
    You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    It's yours
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
    For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
    Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
    I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1, 000 miles from home
    I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
    Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
    Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
    Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
    And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
    Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
    The crew is lamping, Big Willie-style
    Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
    Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
    Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
    People play, bust the problems of the world today
    Source: LyricFind
    Songwriters: Nasir Jones / Peter O. Phillips
    The World Is Yours lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Reach Music Publishing
     
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    Eric B and Rakim - Know the Ledge - from the movie Juice

    Eric B and Rakim - Know the Ledge - from the movie Juice (1991)



    "Know The Ledge (Juice)"

    Sip the juice cuz I got enough to go around,
    And the thought takes place uptown
    I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk,
    And then taught to hawk New York-
    I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn,
    Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken,
    Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down,
    Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.
    Time to bulid my juice back up-
    Props back up, suckers get smacked up
    Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about
    Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out
    Shaking em up, waking em up
    Raking em up, breaking em up...
    Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge
    Let's see if I know the ledge

    Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here
    I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer;
    Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased,
    If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.

    Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one-
    And give a brother a fair one!
    Stay alert and on "p's".
    And I do work with these- like Hercules,
    Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
    'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall.
    Smooth but I move like an army
    Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
    Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness
    'Cause I don't like stress
    Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand
    Nutting's gonna stop the plan
    I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
    Black Gambino, die like a hero
    Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge
    Let's see if I know the ledge!

    Shells lay around on the battleground
    Dead bodies are found throughout the town.
    Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, I'm a
    Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
    Rip the block like a buckshot,
    Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,
    No remorse when a life is lost
    I paid my dues- paid the cost!
    ...And my pockets are still fat,
    Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat.
    Even if my crew steep with one deep
    I attract attention, people like to peep
    So come say hi to the badguy
    Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die!
    'Cause I get loose and I got troops
    And crazy juice!
    In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini
    Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me.
    I'm at war alot, like Anwar Sadat..
    But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.
    When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear,
    Areas in fear but this here's a fear!
    Living life too close to the edge
    Hoping that I know the ledge....

    A brand new morn, no time to yawn
    Shower's on, power's on
    Late for school, I catch the train
    Girls sip "Cristal" and whisper my name
    I push up like an exercise,
    Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
    Select the best one, pull her to the side
    Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
    Read my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool
    Just meet me after school,
    We can moan and groan until your mom come home ,
    And you be calling me Al "dope" Capone.
    Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose-
    Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
    Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
    Cause alot of niggaz hate me
    Coming out of the building, they set me up
    Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up
    In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge
    I guess I didn't know the ledge.....
     

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