The first time I heard Redman rhyme, I was listening to the Thunderstorm on Power 99. I thought I was dreaming. Nobody could really rhyme like that, could he? He could. Hardcore. For real. The opening couplet alone was enough to hook me, but then he came in with the alliteration? Game. Set. Match.
I got it goin on, since I’m up next to flex
You can bet I drop heavy so girls grab your Kotex
I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point, to rip some mo’ fly shit
Redman ready to rock rough rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it’s rhyme time
Punk push a pen and pencil when I’m pissed
Pack pistol posse, flow some more pro shit
Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum, funky to floor, ay
Fuck ya freak words for foreplay
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback
A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson
A madman ,who mutilize men with 9-M-M
Bullets blow bad, brother back to back I slam
Bread and butter, break beats to Bam Bam
Jump off the jim before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet, chew MC’s like Swansons
Dennis stamp dummy, I’m diggin a dungeon
Can you dig that I dig deep, to destroy dumb-dumbs?
Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro
My afro’s in the house (YO YO YO!)
Long as I live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in Lamborghinis, love is like luck to me
Nasty nigga, competition is none
From Newark, New Jersey, knock heads like Mike Nunn
Shit, grab the steel when I’m strokin
Smoke with shotguns but the sign said no smokin
Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea
Cut like Chuckie, plus style is cock-D
Superman Lover, cool from the new school
Hold your breath, while I walk holdin my jewels
Hardcore. Period.
(Not to mention the Ohio Players sample.)
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One of my favorite all time hardcore rhymes is Death Threat on Heavy Rhyme Experience:
Yeah, I got you bitches on lockdown, you niggas get knocked down
You’re running cause I’m gunning your block down, punk
So save the bitch riff cause my four-fifth lifts
I’m tossing stiffs off of fucking cliffs
Get close, I got you on scope, you walking on thin rope
So I’m a shoot ‘em up like dope
Cause to make my notes I’m a cut throats
Bodies are thrown off boats and do a dead man’s float
Straight down a river
Huh, with a bullet inside his motherfucking liver
Another hooker got thrown out
Stepped right into the crossfire and got her brains blown out
So you niggas better buck
Cause when my coat’s full of buckshots, I don’t give a fuck
You think you’re down with the murder guys
Bullshit, say hello to that dirt you’re gonna fertilize
You wonder why the area’s stark
Homicides just fell ten bones since our car drove
When they opened the other trunks that were closed
Full of five unidentified John Does
All found dead on arrival
Cause I pulled up slowly and made ‘em holey like Bibles
They find a letter and cassette
Read and said it’s just a motherfucking death threat
ha! i love redman.
how long before we start talking about east coast, west coast, southern styles (etc) in the same way we analyze the diffs between east, west coast jazz?
p.s. off-topic a lil bit, but i really can’t stand much southern stuff. it’s rap to skip rope to (way too simple, in every dimension.).
that death threat verse IS hot. i’ve always like that. g rap was so complete as a lyricist!