Orð: RTH
Að mínu mati er helsti kostur rappsins óneitanlega sá að ekki er litið hornauga á þann sem ákveður að semja óður til sjálfs síns. Í raun er þesskonar sjálfsupphafning reglan frekar en undantekningin og hefur í öndverðu verið viðurkenndur hluti af listforminu. Í gegnum tíðina hafa margir rapparar spreytt sig á þessari sjálfsóðurssköpun og sumir náð lengra en aðrir. Hér fyrir neðan er listi yfir 10 erindi sem að mínu mati verðskulda sérstaka viðurkenningu á þessu sviði. Erindin eru ekki í neinni sérstakri röð (vitaskuld er ógerlegt að búa til svona lista; en hver elskar ekki góðan lista?)
1. Jadakiss – Made You Look (Remix)
I’m just tryin to make sure that my son’s wealthy /
Out of shape but I make sure that my gun’s healthy /
Það hlítur að vera sjálfseyðingarhvöt manna sem orsakar því að menn bjóði Jadakiss með sér í lag, en hann er ekki þekktur fyrir annað en að ræna athygli hlustenda. Í laginu Made You Look (Remix) með Ludacris og Nas er erindið hans uppfullt af hnyttnum punchlínum; versið hans varpar, óneitanlega, löngum skugga á sjálfan Nas (Ludacris kemur samt sem áður ágætlega undan laginu).
Yo ain’t nothing but trouble God /
When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R /
Don’t make me let the machine off /
This is methadone music that you can lean off /
„Made You Look,“ the remix with me up on it /
I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it /
And everything is real I see /
Like my niggas that been home but they only got a jail ID /
I helped the game, it ain’t help me /
I’m top five dead or alive and that’s just off one LP /
And, I still buzz, they feel cuz /
Cause they know the flow’s Ill just like Will was /
I’m just tryin to make sure that my son’s wealthy /
Out of shape but I make sure that my gun’s healthy /
I’m a ape, you can’t stand ‘Kiss /
Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanquish the color of dandruff /
They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him /
Copped P then turboed soon as they uncuff him /
This goes out to all of your mans /
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van /
2. Sticky Fingaz – Remember Me
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters /
‘Til the cops cuff us, we’ll start ruckus and drop blockbusters /
Það eru fáir rapparar sem standast þann samanburð að rappa fyrir eða eftir Slim Shady í lagi (Jay-Z kom til dæmis ekkert voðalega vel undan þeim samanburði í laginu Renegade). Margir eru hins vegar á því að Sticky Fingaz hafi skákað Eminem í Remember Me.
Niggas that take no for an answer get told „no“ /
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like „no, no, no“ /
Life’s a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her /
Better come better than better to be a competitor /
This vet is ahead of the shit, it’s all redder /
You deader and deader /
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda /
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto /
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred-of /
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me /
My mom’s got raped by the industry and made me /
I’m the illest nigga ever, I told you /
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total /
Want beef, nigga? Pbbt, you better dead that shit /
My name should be Can’t-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit /
Probably sayin’ he ain’t a killer, but I’m killin’ myself /
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor /
So think what I’mma do to you, have done to you /
Got niggas in my hood who’d do that shit for a blunt or two /
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters /
‘Til the cops cuff us, we’ll start ruckus and drop blockbusters /
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us /
I’m getting wires, niggas wanting me dead /
Wanting my head, you think it could be something I said? /
3. Kendrick Lamar – Control
Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be? /
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me /
Erindið hans Kendrick Lamar í laginu Control var eitt umtalaðasta versið árið 2013. Og er enn sennilega eitt umtalaðasta vers í rappsögunni. Eins og einhver sagði: greyið Big Sean (sem kom á undan Kendrick í laginu), það spóla allir yfir kaflann hans í laginu.
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit /
So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit /
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch /
One at a time, I line them up /
And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids /
I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists /
I’m important like the Pope, I’m a Muslim on pork /
I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the King of New York /
King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle them both /
The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes /
Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces /
Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I’m in Vegas /
Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be? /
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me /
I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable; fuck y’all clubs! /
Fuck y’all pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts /
Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt /
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch /
(West, West, West, West, West, West) /
I’ve seen niggas transform, like villain Decepticons /
Mollies’ll probably turn these niggas to fuckin’ Lindsay Lohan /
A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties /
Playing with Barbies /
Wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key /
Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney /
You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley /
(I don’t smoke crack; motherfucker, I sell it!) /
I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis /
I’m aiming straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me /
You plan on stumping me? /
Bitch, I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me /
Bitch, I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery /
James Bonding with none of you niggas /
Climbing 100 mil in front of me /
And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way /
And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake /
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time /
‘Bout who’s the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas /
Eminem, André 3000; the rest of y’all /
New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved /
And I ain’t rocking no more designer shit /
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette’s anonymous /
I’m usually homeboys with the same niggas I’m rhyming with /
But this is hip-hop /
And them niggas should know what time it is /
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale /
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake /
Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller /
I got love for you all, but I’m tryna murder you niggas /
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas /
They don’t wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas /
What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high /
Who tryna jump and get it? You’re better off tryna skydive /
Out the exit window of five G5’s with five grand /
With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land /
With the hand-full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg /
Bumpin’ Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head /
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said /
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread /
4. Big L – 98 Freestyle
Fucking punk, you ain’t a leader what, nobody followed you /
You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you /
Big L var skotinn til bana árið 1999, þá aðeins 25 ára gamall. Á meðan hann lifði var enginn með meira attitúd (swag) en hann. Í upptöku sem nefnist 98 Freestyle (þar sem Jay-Z kemur einnig við sögu) hrækir hann út úr sér nokkrum þekktustu punchlínum allra tíma. Það voru fáir eins orðheppnir og Big L.
Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich /
I’m from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks /
And I’m all about expanding my chips /
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch /
With both hands on her tits /
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart /
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp /
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park /
Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark /
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I’m quick to body something /
You looking at me like I’m probably fronting /
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest /
I’m older and smarter this is me at my best /
I stopped hanging around y’all cause niggas like you /
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop /
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked /
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock /
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you /
Only thing I haven’t got is more stitches than you /
Fucking punk, you ain’t a leader what, nobody followed you /
You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you /
You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit /
Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick /
And if you think I can’t fuck with whoever, put your money up /
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up /
Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up /
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed /
Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough bread /
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead /
My game is vicious and cruel Fucking chicks is a rule /
If my girl think I’m loyal then that bitch is a fool /
How come you can listen to my first album /
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from? /
So what you acting for? /
You ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more /
Somebody tell this nigga something, before I crack his jaw /
You running with boys, I’m running with men /
I’m a be ripping the mics until I’m a hundred and ten /
Have y’all niggas like „damn it this nigga done done it again“ /
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops /
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks /
I’m making wonderful figures /
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas /
I might pull out this gun on your niggas /
And rob every last one of you niggas /
5. Big Pun – Twinz (Deep Cover 98)
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know /
That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddly /
Eitt eftirminnilegasta erindi í sögu rapps, Big Pun rústar Twinz með sínu óviðjafnanlega flæði … hvíl í friði.
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot /
I know these dirty cops that’ll get us in if we murder some wop /
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher’s ready /
Meet me at Vito’s with Noodles, we’ll do this dude while he’s slurping spaghetti /
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack /
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore /
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know /
That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddly /
6. Eminem – Dead Wrong
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh /
And I never eat you unless the fuckin’, meat looks fresh /
Eminem á endalaust af beittum erindum. Eitt af þeim erindum má finna í laginu Dead Wrong þar sem hann fær kórónuna hans Biggie lánaða.
There’s several different levels to Devil worshippin’ horse’s heads /
Human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism /
Animals havin’ sex with ’em, camels mammals and rabbits /
But I don’t get into that, I kick the habit – I just /
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh /
And I never eat you unless the fuckin’, meat looks fresh /
I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lyin’, I got a nine in my pocket /
And baby I’m just, dyin’ to cock him /
He’s ready for war, I’m ready for war /
I got machetes and swords for any fagot that said he was raw /
My uzi’s as heavy as yours, yeah you met me before /
I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before /
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor /
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall /
Red on the ceilin’, red on the floor, get a new whore /
Met on the second, wet on the third /
Then she’s dead on the fourth – I’m dead wrong /
7. Drake – 5 AM in Toronto
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me /
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety /
Drake er mjúkur maður. En eins og flestir mjúkir menn á hann sér harðari hlið. Í laginu 5 AM in Toronto fær þessi síðari hlið að njóta sín – og línurnar eru eftir því.
You underestimated greatly /
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me? /
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me /
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety /
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards /
You probably wouldn’t lose a single rapper /
Niggas make threats, can’t hear ’em over the laughter /
Yeah, that’s cause I’m headed to the bank, nigga /
Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just being frank with you /
I mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with you? /
Wildin’, doing shit that’s way out of your budget /
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it /
Damn, this shit could go on a tape /
Bitches lovin’ my drive, I never give it a break /
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook /
That’s why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake /
Str8, Y pree? Why is it always me? /
Got us watchin’ our words like there’s wire taps on the team /
Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas /
Guess it’s funny how money can make change outta niggas /
For real, some nobody started feelin’ himself /
A couple somebodies started killin’ themself /
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf /
I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin’ to help /
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation /
Bad press during the summer over allegations /
I ain’t lyin’, my nigga, my time is money /
That’s why I ain’t got time for a nigga whose time is coming /
A lot of niggas PR stuntin’ like that’s the movement /
And I’m the only nigga still known for the music /
I swear, fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list /
Nigga, fuck your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeous /
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans /
But if I stay then this shit is a bunch of corpses /
And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans /
Stashin’ money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings /
Eating like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso’s /
Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco /
This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon /
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill /
Boy, we do this shit for real; all them boys in my will /
All them boys is my Wills /
Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil /
Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill /
If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real /
Comin’ live from the screwface, livin’ out a suitcase /
But I’m feelin’ good, Johnny got me pushin’ two plates /
My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race /
It’s funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe /
Niggas treat me like I’ve been here for 10 /
Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again /
I’m on my King James shit, I’m tryin’ to win here again /
A young nigga tryin’ to win here again. Man, what’s up? /
8. Busta Rhymes – Scenario
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban /
And have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine /
Busta Rhymes er betur þekktur sem alræmdur senuþjófur. Í laginu Scenario með A Tribe Called Quest skyggir hann á meðlimi sveitarinnar með ótrúlegri innlifun og flæði. Til gamans má geta að á flestum listum internetsins yfir bestu vers rappsögunnar er að finna erindið hans Busta í Scenario.
Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind /
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind /
Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon! /
Not braggin’, try to read my mind, just imagine! /
Vo-cab-u-lary’s necessary /
When diggin’ in-to my library /
Oh-my-gosh! Oh my gosh! /
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh /
Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man /
Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back /
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon /
When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron /
RRRRAOWR, RRRRAOW, like a dungeon dragon /
Change your little drawers cause your pants were saggin’ /
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban /
And have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine /
Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken /
The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kicking /
Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme /
The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!) /
Ripping up the sound just like Horatio /
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario /
9. Biggie Smalls – Notorious Thugs
Spit your game, talk your shit /
Grab your gat, call your clique /
Rapparinn Shock-G lýsti stílnum hans Biggie á afar skarpskyggnan hátt: „Biggie er djassari, þegar hann flæðir yfir bítið er hann alveg eins og trompetleikari.“ Þessi orð eru sérstaklega viðeigandi þegar það kemur að erindinu hans í laginu Notorious Thugs, þar sem Biggie „swing-ar“ ásamt Bone Thugs N Harmony. Flestir eru á því að Biggie hafi ekki einvörðungu tekist að leika eftir stíl beinagrindabófanna, heldur tókst honum að gera það jafnvel enn betur en þeir sjálfir.
Armed and dangerous /
Ain’t too many can bang with us /
Straight up weed; no angel dust /
Label us „Notorious thug ass niggas that love to bust“ /
It’s strange to us, y’all niggas be scramblin’, gamblin’ /
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins /
We just sitting here tryna win, try not to sin /
High off weed and lots of gin /
So much smoke, need oxygen /
Steadily counting them Benjamins /
Nigga, you should too /
If you knew what this game’ll do to you /
Been in this shit since ’92 /
Look at all the bullshit I been through! /
So-called beef with you-know-who /
Fucked a few female stars or two /
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit /
Not to be fucked with /
Motherfucker better duck quick /
‘Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit /
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim /
No aspirations to quit the game/
Spit your game, talk your shit /
Grab your gat, call your clique /
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one /
Pass that weed, I got to light one /
All them niggas, I got to fight one /
All them hoes, I got to like one /
Our situation is a tight one /
What you gonna do: fight or run? /
Seems to me that you’ll take B /
Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly /
I’ma tell you like a nigga told me /
„Cash Rules Everything Around Me“ /
Shit, lyrically, niggas can’t see me /
Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it /
Know the bitch ‘fore you caught yourself lovin’ it /
Nigga with a Benz fuckin’ it /
Doesn’t it seem odd to you? /
Big come through with mobs and crews /
Goodfellas down to the Mo’ Thugs dudes /
Who’s the killer, me or you? /
10. Canibus – Beast from the East
Fuck y’all, you don’t impress me and no one can test me /
An MC so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me /
Eftir illdeilurnar við LL Cool-J náði Canibus sér aldrei á strik. Vitaskuld hefur hann gefið út slatta af plötum en þær plötur virðast einhvern veginn hafa farið framhjá flestum. Engu að síður getur Canibus státað sig af nokkrum beittustu erindum í sögu Hip-Hops, þar á meðal erindið sem hann ritaði fyrir lagið Beast from the East með Lost Boyz.
Canibus brings the sickest drama fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor /
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom /
Playing with the mic is something I won’t do /
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you /
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to /
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you /
Defeating, niggas like Seagal Steven /
Putting MCs in positions to prevent ’em from breathing /
I’ll make you question any and everything you’ve ever believed in /
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers /
What’s the matter with y’all, I splatter y’all /
Against the motherfucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult /
None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle /
I go On & On like Erykah Badu /
A hundred times nicer than the best is /
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who wanna test this? /
Fuck y’all, you don’t impress me and no one can test me /
An MC so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me /
All that shit you popping will stop, when I put you in a headlock /
And apply pressure until I crush your motherfucking noggin /
I grab mics and push niggas to the left /
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests /
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this /
Lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress /
But if you want to battle, I’m down /
If you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now /
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear /
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard /
I’m the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks /
Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidick can suck my didick /
You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitting /
More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness /
Kicking boring raps with metaphors that’s wack /
All of y’all motherfuckers need NordicTrack /
To get ya weight up, fucking with Canibus you get ate up /
Get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up /
Been rocking longer than niggas twice my age /
Back in the days before Bob /
Marley was rocking a fade /
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves /
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves /
I existed, in the garden of Eden getting lifted /
Sticking dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress /
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness /
The Canibus is spitting till he’s spitless /
50 bars of total sickness, you won’t forget this /
I’m putting every wack Emcee alive on my shit list /
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted /
Took you a minute, to exhibit that I’m sick wit it /
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit /
Going once, going twice /
Sold to that nigga name Canibus /
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A+, and Funk Doctor /
Hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya /