I was 10 playing this new game called Thrasher on the ps1. I heard this song and I begged my mom to buy me the album. Completely worth demeaning myself for begging.
I remember hearing this track on one of Tony Hawk's skate video games for PS1. Bought the album & has been on my rotation for years… Whole album is fire.
Who be first to catch this Beat Down? My RapPages be The Source Ego Trip remain victory and no loss Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets Where the most live catch Vibe and Blaze heat Double XL kings who rush through got Right On Quick to Stress ya sound crew to get a mic on Math lets the plates Spin Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch fist Keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm Killa Beez produce the honey that fortify the platinum Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them Thus, street team take shots at criticism Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm With the lockout of one of our Source Sports We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court During the first half, number one draft Rap lords swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards Forty-eight in sight after inhaling the herb Vision impaired when the silhouette emerged One nut out the Clan Get your whole clique banned from radio PDs cut your raps man Forcing me to move on from one world to another On the gulf from the fuel Jet to hover Take cover wit the radical Urban Latino No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon My group's Nova, remain unsober And serve High Times with king cobras I shoulder low-post MCs, your whole style la feast Second to get your Word Up then the troops unleash Creative Loafing to the grand opening With my ray gun scoping, you're hoping Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat In the heat of razors exposing fresh meat In Bedrock and Gambling, Rolling Stone out of zone Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem Collide with the Tiger Beat, Rap et Ragga Ebony eyes, folks see the saga
Who be first to catch this Beat Down? My RapPages be The Source Ego Trip remain victory, and no loss Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets Where the most live, catch Vibe and Blaze heat Double XL kings who rush through, got Right On Quick to Stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on Math lets the plates Spin Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin The dawn catch fist, keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them Thus street team take shots at criticism Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm With the lockout of one of our Source Sports We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court During the first half, number one draft Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged One nut out the Clan Get your whole click banned from radio PD's cut your raps man Forcin me to move on from one world to another On the gulf, from the fuel Jet to hover Take cover wit the radical, Urban Latino No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon My group's Nova, remain unsober And serve High Times wit king cobras I shoulder low-post MC's, your whole style? lafeast? Second to get your Word Up, then the troops unleash Creative? low fling?, to the grand opening Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat In the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat In Bedrock and Gambling – Rolling Stone, out of zone Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem Collide wit the Tiger Beat, rappin raga Ebony eyes, folks see the saga
Listen to this kind of music for many years now!! this number is outstanding.. The feelings inside me when i here this, i can discribe! LOVE FROM DENMARK!
This is what you call MCing at the zenith level. To take magazine titles and make a song that makes sense is on a different level. Then you got this new school generation calling Lil Uzi Vert, Chief Keef Legends/Goat? How?
…dl. Eugene ofera 1 milion de vieti echipei ce se va ocupa de publicitate , iar dl. Albert 2 mil , care se vor împarti în mod egal fie ca vor fi 2 sau 200 de mii de propagandisti…
7/4/22 pyroclastic flow
7/4/22 pyroclastic flow
Gino’s chocolate tour part just plays in my mind whenever I hear it . That beat and flow is timeless still listening in 2022
Ebony Eyez forsee the Saga!
I wanna karaoke this song.
I was 10 playing this new game called Thrasher on the ps1. I heard this song and I begged my mom to buy me the album. Completely worth demeaning myself for begging.
my wifes gona walk down the isle to this instrumental
Shout to the GZA. The WU. Riding down here I. Tampa. Banging r this.
I remember hearing this track on one of Tony Hawk's skate video games for PS1. Bought the album & has been on my rotation for years… Whole album is fire.
A classic….. beat gives me tingles
Hey
I made a remix of this song and a beat i made reacently.
Would love to hear thoughts on it if you got the time 🙂
https://youtu.be/TdPdfrAq_Vw
I was TODAY years old when I found out that this was about magazine titles!!!
Who be first to catch this Beat Down?
My RapPages be The Source
Ego Trip remain victory and no loss
Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets
Where the most live catch Vibe and Blaze heat
Double XL kings who rush through got Right On
Quick to Stress ya sound crew to get a mic on
Math lets the plates Spin
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch fist
Keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire
Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs
A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm
Killa Beez produce the honey that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus, street team take shots at criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our Source Sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
Rap lords swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards
Forty-eight in sight after inhaling the herb
Vision impaired when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the Clan
Get your whole clique banned from radio
PDs cut your raps man
Forcing me to move on from one world to another
On the gulf from the fuel Jet to hover
Take cover wit the radical Urban Latino
No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno
I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence
To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's Nova, remain unsober
And serve High Times with king cobras
I shoulder low-post MCs, your whole style la feast
Second to get your Word Up then the troops unleash
Creative Loafing to the grand opening
With my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
In the heat of razors exposing fresh meat
In Bedrock and Gambling, Rolling Stone out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide with the Tiger Beat, Rap et Ragga
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga
Hip-Hop can't die cuz Wu-Tang is forever.
Wu and GZA & RZA all makes good beats and can throw some rymes in yo face its true
Forcing me to move from one world to another. – Genius/Gary Zig Zag Allah.
Real hip hop will live forever!!!!
Who be first to catch this Beat Down?
My RapPages be The Source
Ego Trip remain victory, and no loss
Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets
Where the most live, catch Vibe and Blaze heat
Double XL kings who rush through, got Right On
Quick to Stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on
Math lets the plates Spin
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin
The dawn catch fist, keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire
Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs
A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm
Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team take shots at criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our Source Sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards
Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the Clan
Get your whole click banned from radio
PD's cut your raps man
Forcin me to move on from one world to another
On the gulf, from the fuel Jet to hover
Take cover wit the radical, Urban Latino
No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno
I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence
To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's Nova, remain unsober
And serve High Times wit king cobras
I shoulder low-post MC's, your whole style? lafeast?
Second to get your Word Up, then the troops unleash
Creative? low fling?, to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
In the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat
In Bedrock and Gambling – Rolling Stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the Tiger Beat, rappin raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga
Anyone else come here because of grind session on the ps1? Such a good soundtrack.
Rap lords swing swords slam microphones shatter Billboards
GHOST
Listen to this kind of music for many years now!! this number is outstanding.. The feelings inside me when i here this, i can discribe! LOVE FROM DENMARK!
This is what you call MCing at the zenith level. To take magazine titles and make a song that makes sense is on a different level. Then you got this new school generation calling Lil Uzi Vert, Chief Keef Legends/Goat? How?
thanks gino innucci chocolate tour. sick skate track.
Where my Grind Session heads at???? WU TANG IS FOR THE CHILDEN
Rhetoric tyranny
Battling me?
No chance,
Two left feet seems how you dance,
On top of the key,
Of this lyrical symphony,
Poetic irony…
Beneath the surface,
Above the bar,
It's what the curve is,
Flow for days in advance to enhance what we say,
It's happenstance,
Grind
Pfft! The Genius! Not one cus word
The way GZA rides this best >>>>>>
…dl. Eugene ofera 1 milion de vieti echipei ce se va ocupa de publicitate , iar dl. Albert 2 mil , care se vor împarti în mod egal fie ca vor fi 2 sau 200 de mii de propagandisti…
The wordplay in this is so crazy, I can’t even listen to this sober.
Tuesday, September 1 20’
2020
GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAARR!!
One of Mathematics best beats. And Gza once again kills it with the wordplay
To the public worldwide, reject the new world order! God wins all battles!! East Africa Kenya 2020.
Grind, anyone?
Wow pass tha bone
Still here in 2020 bumping this classic!
Ginooooooooo