JFK

Young Chris, Tom Hardy, & Freeway- Rap Money

these boys go in.

N.W.A-Express Yourself 

If you’re not living under a rock during the 90s or you’re a kid of this generation, then you know how huge N.W.A was for Hip Hop. Aside from the gangster appeal, controversies, and the disbandment of the group; Straight Outta Compton is a Hip Hop staple and constantly recognized for its success in commercial music as well. When not talking about G’d up shit and smacking bitches, N.W.A did spread a socio-political message through lessons of the Black Panther Party and race relations in the U.S. You can beg the question if they were true gangsters or not, their impact lives on and defines the West Coast gangsta rap scene.

“Express Yourself” was the last single from the debut album and shows a different side of their music. The song took on the group’s opponents (such as Dan Quayle and the FBI) and censorship of gangsta rap in the 1990s. Not to make a Hip Hop pun, but during the peak of their careers, N.W.A were Public Enemy #1 in the eyes of conservative America. While the song didn’t necessarily help their case, it did top charts and became an instant anthem.

Lyrics.

Video.

-Michi (Written for YDC)

Curren$y feat. Stalley- Address

i’ve been listening to (and talking about) a lot of curren$y’s music lately. can’t go wrong with this one.

Big K.R.I.T.- Hometown Hero

promising new artist. there are a couple new guys who are making compelling hip hop music. i think k.r.i.t. is one of them.

i’m sure royce is accustomed to being slept on, but i’m not. i can’t understand it. he’s got everything you need, even a famous friend in one mr. marshall mathers. and he’s worked a great deal with one of hip hop’s best and most popular producers, dj premier. and he’s released several acclaimed mixtapes. now he’s a part of an underground supergroup of sorts. i hope it works out for him. i might keep this up. call it the slept-on series. i admit an alternate name could be ‘you’ve just got bad tastes and no one likes the music you like so get over it’ series. i admit it, but i won’t accept it. enjoy.

R.I.P. Guru

Gangstarr - Above the Clouds

I’m only drinking lemonade, well… some beer also in his memory.  Rest in Peace to GURU (Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal).  It’s a shame that many in this younger generation don’t know anything about him.  So instead of chastising you, I’ll just suggest that you all do some internet digging.  If you can’t nod your head to gangstarr there’s something wrong with your neck.  Dope beats, dope rhymes what more can i say (c) Little Brother

DailyCrack Loves Ghostface Killah Podcast

http://www.mediafire.com/?2ztjyoydzgm

Ghost, Ghostface, Ironman, Killah… whatever you want to call him he’s been the most consistent member of wu tang clan with album after album of gems.  Classic material here check the podcast…. enjoys

Tracklisting

• Daytona 500
• Run
• Nutmeg
• Maxine
• Apollo Kids
• Dogs of War
• Stroke of Death
• The Forrest
• Mighty Healthy
• All That I Got Is You

De La Soul-Stakes Is High 

If there was ever a song that embodied my disdain for recent Hip Hop, it’d be “Stakes is High.” During the transition of Hip Hop into commercial materialism, groups like De La Soul seemed to take it personal. Why shouldn’t they? It’s been twenty years since their debut album and most of their material plays better than 99% of the current Hip Hop being released now, mainstream or underground. Being artists of a “lost time”, they’ve seen Hip Hop go through it all; from the Golden Age to the Fall for Platinum records. This track was released in 1996 and the lyrics are still relevant to what’s going on in Hip Hop today. 

Lyrics: 

POS:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I’m bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it’s all about the cautious livin’
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin’, that shouldn’t be notable,
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.

DOVE:
I’m sick of bitches shakin’ asses
I’m sick of talkin’ about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes.
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll’ head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin’ the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin’ sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

POS:
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it’s all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin’ time screaming who they’ve hated
That’s why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin’ ‘bout the
(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin’ with the
(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)

POS:
Yo, it’s about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid,
these brothers no longer talk shit
Hey yo, these niggas live it
‘Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don’t play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?

DOVE:
I say G’s are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain’t odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can’t claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
‘Cause the stakes is high

Y’all know them stakes is high
When we talkin’ ‘bout the
(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high

I think that smiling in public is against the law
‘Cause love don’t get you through life no more
It’s who you know and “How you, son?”
And how you gettin’ in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti

POS:
But they ain’t organized!

DOVE:
Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)

POS:
Yo, people go through pain and still don’t gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody’s neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin’ more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the

(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y’all know them stakes is high
When we talkin’ ‘bout the
(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on

Michi

Ghost, Meth, & Rae - Our Dreams

I finally started listening to Wu Massacre and I’m pleased.  I’ve been a wu tang fan since they came out.  I remember drawing wu tang symbols all over my trapper keeper so this is a good occasion for me.  No one can talk about love and relationships like the wu. And…. they sample MJ come on, this is great.  You gotta love it.  Enjoy

[Chorus: Michael Jackson "We're Almost There" sample]
No matter how hard, the task may seem
Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams
No broken bridges, can turn us around
Cause what we're searchin' for, will soon be found

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, listen here, shorty, Camay glow
You know we both make angels when we lay in the snow
Heat the house with the oven when the cheese got low
Cuz Toney, can't be out there pushing that blow
You made plans and dreams, not grands of schemes
I wanna search for the meaning of love, see what it means
Cuz we hustle so hard, cross so many bridges
Made babies, took trips to the mall, for family pictures
And our souls is magnetic, we the meaning of destiny
Be that banker of trust that looks to invest in me
Together, to get her, means for me to get you
We back, reunite like the Wu
See we soul mates, we melt like cookies and cream
And I fiend for the days and the nights to sex my queen
So no matter how hard it seems, dreams come true
Keep Allah in our hearts, hugs and kisses, Toney Starks

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Uh, still applying the pain
The purple frying my brain, this woman's crying again
She, tired of fighting, my feelings likely the same
That's what happens when you wife 'em and they try to tighten the chain
See, she in the right, so I put her right in her lane
I'm all night with the pipe, I can feel her biting my chain
She, got her own, I ain't gotta buy her a thang
I be burning up the sheets everytime I'm lighting the game
We, go together like, Martin and Gina, but
She get uptight when we fight like Ike and Tina, so
Love her or leave her alone, like I ain't need her tho
A minute later I'm back, like I ain't mean it, yo
We break up, just to make up, she fly without the makeup
Together we upgrade to A plus
So all this bickering ain't us, we bigger than that
You normally cool when I'm digging your back, now fall back, baby

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Shorty with the flavor like Breyer's, real sweet with your thick legs
Look like you drink eggs, you lying
Now you met a teflon don, stay high, Levi's on
Wire cell frames, no games
I'm into cashing in, getting this paper, buying up acres
Ride around, and yo, fuck with my neighbors
Pocket full of hundreds and weed, light the Philly cigar up
And go dolo, riding through SoHo
You hear the little baby in the back? That's the sound of sweet life
A sweet wiz'll make you a sweet night
And chill with the pawns we on, cuz life is a chessboard
You better have you sword and vest on
Never hate your enemies, cuz it effects judgment
They only hate it if they know you getting hella cheese
That's what it is, what it do for you
Don't let the truth bore you, word up, don't let the roof spoil

[Chorus]