Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap Page #11
"hey, man, if you
don't do something about that voice,
man, we just gonna
have you write rhymes for sen dog."
I'm like, "oh, sh*t."
So, you know,
I somehow figured out
how to pitch
my voice a little bit,
you know, going
a little bit higher.
When I was listening
to early cypress hill,
I'm like,
"these motherfuckers sound high.
"Like, they sound
like the gangbangers
that you would not want
to run into, 'cause they would be dusted..."
Right.
"And they would shoot you
"on some bullshit like
you're the wrong person,
they just felt
like shooting somebody."
Right.
Right, right.
And... and
for a time, man,
we were crazy
like that, you know,
and, uh,
that's where a lot of the... the music
when we were
creating it,
it reflected
that lifestyle and stuff like that.
But, you know, we also
were very competitive,
you know,
especially muggs with the production game,
because a... a lot
of his... his influences
were the bomb squad
and stuff like that,
you know,
and we were all big public enemy fans,
and we all said
to ourselves, well, if we're...
If we're gonna get
in this game, if we're gonna represent,
we gotta be as good
as those guys, you know.
And... and they
were like one of my big influences,
and... and, uh,
when I was developing the voice,
there was...
There was two things
that stood out to me
in hip-hop
that I loved in...
In all the groups that were going on.
There was
the beastie boys, 'cause they had a different,
you know, vocal pitch
than everybody else.
The other big influence
was public enemy and flava flav,
how his voice
always cut through,
and I said, well,
nobody's, you know...
Aside from
the beastie boys,
nobody's really
cutting through like that,
so we... we became,
as... as far as our vocal tones,
public enemy in reverse.
Stop scheming and
trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard
You get that booty scarred
I'm a veteran, which means
That I've been
in the game too long
Since the days of paper thin
Way back when I've
been putting it down
Ask your homie
who's the baddest b*tch on this side of town
I float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee
Spectacular over m.I.C.,
I go for broke
Never giving it
less than the best
Face off, 'cause your sh*t is twisted
Screw up your mouth,
'cause this chick is gifted
I stay whippin' in something
you never seen
Ain't into flossing,
but I could put it on some
Call 'em at the crib
Tell 'em you just
lost 1, 2 and 3
I'm about
to run a boston
On, son,
how come I'm on one?
I'm born free,
you born dumb
I pack a fortune
My time is too much
for what it's costing
Hear any chick on the mic,
you know I taught them
What you just might get
Is a chick that spit
that wiz priceless
I made a decision
to play my position
And this is
the place in my life
Where I start delivering,
you know why?
This game ain't
got nothing on me
None after,
none before me
I put the work in,
I want the glory
Here's my chance
to tell my story
Now, the first rhymes
that you actually did out on a stage
or you tried to perform,
by then you were writing your own stuff?
By the time I performed
on a stage for people,
I was performing
I cram to understand u.
Mm.
But prior to that,
george lucien,
full force's father,
used to come to my house
every saturday...
Mm-Hmm.
And I would practice,
because my voice
was like this,
and that wasn't
a rapper's voice.
Like there was... who was I
gonna get to listen to me?
You mean
it was low and...
It was... it was teeny, tiny,
no weight to it.
Mm-Hmm, right.
And I would practice,
and he would say,
"get strong, and come from here,"
and... and for months,
I would sing
salt-n-pepa's songs
or rap them
in my living room
until my vocal
was strong enough that, you know,
so we owe this to who?
'Cause
you're known to have
one of
the strongest female mc voices. That's...
George lucien.
He... he developed
this voice?
Absolutely.
The joy and the beauty of
being a... a hip-hop artist,
you can
truly express who you are and truly be who you are.
When you're a rapper,
you... you get to say what you think, what you feel.
People hear
your perspective.
People hear
your spirit and your soul if you're using that,
and they hear
your imagination
to be able to write
a rhyme and say,
"look, this is what
my life has been about.
This is some of my purpose.
This is my perspective."
People... people will
know what you think.
They know where you stand.
They know... they know
where you fly. Mm-Hmm.
To the hiddip
The hop, you don't stop,
don't stop
Das efx
with the real hip-hop
Hip-hop, to the hiddip
The hop, you don't quit,
don't quit...
I bust gat heat
Right here
at fat beats
My man ice-t,
that is that heat
We here in I.A.
Chilling
Krs always willing
Rhymes keep spilling
I'm off the top
Like what, the sun
My name is krs-one
These stars,
you don't see none
When I come out,
you see all the day
These other
whack rappers, we blow 'em away
Why? 'Cause they don't
understand my cycle
I go from tape,
cd, back to vinyl
Shh, you cats
ain't ready
I'll take it
back to rock steady
And give you
a classic medley
Me? I'm not
bet or mtv
I'm h-I-p-h-o-p
Whoo!
Freestyle.
There was a time when
you had never rapped,
you was
a graffiti artist.
What made you say,
"I think I'm gonna do that."
My first battle
was in a park in melrose projects.
What made... what made you
want to battle?
What made you even want...
A dude was talking
about my clothes.
Um, there was...
It was an mc cypher,
and I was not there...
I was watching
the cypher.
And dude was like,
"and like this dude with his tore-up jeans."
I was like, "Ohh!"
Crowd's screaming.
I'm like, "Ohh,"
my jeans was whack,
everything is whack,
I'm whack,
everything was whack,
and dude was pointing it out.
Nigga just
picked you out the crowd.
He just picked...
I'm there watching with everybody else.
He like, "yo,
and him, like him,"
and that's when I said,
"yo, no, hold up,
I have to say
something."
And, uh...
And I actually did.
I jumped out
right there,
and I did like
a little freestyle
based on what
I heard right there.
I did a quick piece
off the top,
defended myself,
and it was dope.
And then you said...
And I said... and
everybody patting you on the back
like, "yeah,
you gave it to him."
And then I was like,
"whoa, this is not bad.
"Yo, you know what?
I'm gonna do this."
So we really owe
the birth of krs-one
to some nigga
who just out of nowhere...
Out of nowhere.
Picked you out the crowd
and dissed you?
Yeah, started dissing,
out the crowd.
Some mcs get
their notoriety through battling,
meaning that...
Back in the days,
we used to call it
the dozens.
Slaves were sold
one by one unless there was a defect,
their leg was hurt,
an arm was severed,
mental issues,
maybe sick.
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