Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap Page #10

When the glove's

on the wheels of steel

He's reckless

Who would have ever thought

the one of the greatest rappers of all time

would be a white cat?

Y'all know me,

still the same old g

But I'm being low-key,

hated on

By most of these niggas

with no cheese

No deals and no gs,

no wheels and no keys

No boats, no snowmobiles,

and no skis

Mad at me 'cause I

can finally afford

To provide my family

with groceries

Got a crib with a studio

And it's all full of tracks

To add to the wall

full of plaques

Hanging up

in the office in back

Of my house

like trophies

But y'all think I'm

gonna let my dough freeze

Ho, please

You better bow down

on both knees

Who do you think

taught you to smoke trees?

Who you think

brought you the oldies?

Eazy-es,

ice cubes and d.O.C.S

The snoop d-o-double-gs

And the group that said

motherfuck the police

I spit

from the genitals, b*tch

Leave a masculine stench

Got niggas

panicking petrol

I make

a mannequin flinch

Grew a botanical wench

The root of all evil

Green thumb

for greenbacks

Ran to the tech,

but we can't all eat, though

'Cause y'all fecal,

we brawl lethal

Homicide victims

off of fairfax and pico

Sugar, nobody's ever equal

'Cause the more we make

The more we're taking

from other people

Pimping puerto rico

Pandering lax to jfk

At baggage claim with

three hoes, like santa say

My third eye

be the equivalent of the algebraic pi

So if give you

a piece of my mind

Just multiply it

times infiny

Spiritually elevate so I

Commit a drive-by

while I sky-dive

Sip a mai tai

and perform sh*t only conceived in sci-fi

So why try and test?

It's boom, bye-bye,

mr. Ice grill guy

You must be looking

somewhere else

Like biggie smalls'

lazy eye, ha

Now, I think

when niggas listen to some of your sh*t,

they are insulted

by your intelligence,

and they don't like you.

Right.

They're like,

"ah, no, f***, what..."

You know, you let

a nigga listen to that.

I'll put it on

in front of some thug niggas, like,

they're, uh...

They'll listen to about two minutes,

and,

"f*** this nigga, man."

It's just

too much information.

I love it.

Like, "f***ing, I mean,

what is he at?" All right.

Well, I force you think.

Yeah.

You know what I'm saying?

And they don't like that.

But I... I can't be mad

at the result,

and I figured the people...

And ironically my fan base

has always kind of

been two extremes.

You know who got enough time

to f***ing learn?

Right.

People in college

and niggas in prison.

Right.

And those are my fans.

Wow, that's a jewel.

Those are my fans.

Can you explain

your technique

when you writing

your best lyrics?

Like what...

Where's you head at?

I don't know how I did it.

For my junior high, I stole the school desk.

I don't know how I stole it,

but it was at the crib, and everybody...

Badass niggas'll,

xhibit'll tell you I had a school desk.

So I had the school desk,

and I would go to school,

you know what

I'm saying, when I was writing my rhymes.

That was... that was

your writing chair.

That was my writing chair,

and I'd sit at the little...

You know, the wooden ones

like, you know...

Right, right.

And I'd go to school,

'cause I took it seriously.

This is my homework.

I gotta put my work in.

So, um,

I started like that,

and that was

my comfort zone.

And then of course

you get into the business,

and whatever,

you may move or whatever,

so then I started having

to write on the spot,

you know what I'm saying?

Right, right.

So then we're

in the studio,

and dre gives a nigga

a notebook and says, "what you got?"

Right.

Well, I don't...

Can't go home and

go get the school desk.

So now I'm just a...

You know, I can write anyway.

Were you doing xzibit, too?

I can't find xzibit.

Hold on.

He right up the street.

Him and b-real, they got

a studio together.

I'm gonna send you

his number, 'cause he not answering the phone.

Okay.

But I'll... I'll send you

his house number and his...

That's good luck.

Hold on.

What's your

technique when you really going in?

When I go in, I usually...

I still write

on pen and paper.

Call me old-fashioned,

but f*** it,

you know what I'm saying?

Like, for me,

it's something to be

said about the way I memorize things,

because I have to write

it down and repeat it...

Mm-Hmm.

And then when I repeat it,

then it's here,

and I never lose it.

Sometimes I can go

in the studio, hear a beat,

get inspired,

write it in 15 minutes, spit it, done.

And then sometimes

I hear a beat, and I write a piece to it,

and then I'll

come back around a month later

and fill the rest down

because of this piece,

I've been milling over it,

and I got a concept now.

When I say something

and just start writing fast,

and then...

And then I just copy...

And then you try

to say something to me,

like...

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

I got it!

Aah!

Okay, now, what's up?

Right.

That's what

I'm talking about,

you just feel it.

You feel it, like...

Yeah. It's that line

that you know...

If you know what it feel

like to rip a crowd...

Right.

Or hold a mic

and get

in front of people,

and then they respond

to that, call and response,

the energy, movement,

you can feel it,

you could move it around

in your head,

then that's the line

that needs to be written.

If you feel it,

if you study it,

if you know that...

What's coming right after that,

or you can think

five lines down and work your way back up.

Yeah.

You know what I'm saying?

If you... if you

on it like that,

then, I mean, come on.

All right, motherfuckers,

bring out your ballistics.

You know you

can't f*** with me,

because if you could've,

you would've did it by now.

F*** off.

X to the motherfucking z.

West coast

representing, b*tch.

I want to get high

So high

I want to get high

So high...

Let me tell you, I'm...

I was... I was

hanging around muggs.

Muggs was living with

aladdin at the time.

Right.

And I heard, uh...

I think it's, uh,

sawed-off shotgun,

hand on the...

Right.

I heard the track,

the dunh, Tch, doo doo

And I'm asking muggs,

"what's that?"

And he said,

"this is cypress hill."

And I'm like,

"what is cypress hill?"

But I didn't...

I never heard none of the vocals over it,

and I'm, like,

listening to it.

I said,

"well, that sh*t's funky, whatever it's gonna be."

And then when I heard it,

I was like,

"oh, my god,

this sh*t sounded crazy."

But I think when you

came out, the whole...

The vocal delivery

was so unique.

Now, here's a question

I'm gonna come right out and ask.

Right.

Did b-real always sound

like the b-real we know?

No.

No.

No.

It took... it took

a couple years to get that,

'cause when we started,

I was rapping

in this voice that I talk in,

and muggs

didn't like it,

and sen dog was like,

"I don't know.

The raps were dope."

Mm-Hmm.

But they came at me

like this. They said,

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