Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap Page #16

your music will live on.

Look at the greats before us,

those who have passed,

and their music

is outlasting.

It's because of the art form.

It's because of the passion

that they put

in they projects.

It's because

of what they spoke,

the way their pen cried,

the way their heart followed.

You could be the same thing.

It's one snoop dogg,

just like there's one you.

Find yourself. Find your art.

Find your heart.

So the answer is obvious.

Rap means something different

to every mc...

Whether it's writing

something simple

just to rock the crowd

or writing something deep

meant to move the world.

The one thing I do know

is hip-hop requires skill,

the skill of a great dj,

the ability

of a great break dancer,

the style of

a great graffiti writer

or the flavor and technique

of a talented mc.

To me, rap was always

one of two things.

I was either out

to drop some knowledge

and give the streets

some game,

or it was straight-up combat.

I always look at the microphone

as my weapon.

My ammunition

is my intelligence,

and my caliber,

that's my cadence and flow.

This is not a game.

This is the art of rap.

I was a fiend

before I became a teen

I melted microphones

instead of cones of ice cream

Music orientated,

so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces

of puzzle, complicated

'Cause I grabbed the mic and

tried to say, "yes, y'all"

They tried to take it

and say that I'm too small

Cool, cool, cool

'cause I don't get upset

I kick a hole in the speaker,

pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab

without a mic to grab

So then I add

all the rhymes I had

One after the other one,

then I make another one

To dis the opposite

then ask if the brother's done

I get a craving

like a fiend for nicotine

But I don't need a cigarette,

know what I mean?

I'm raging,

ripping up the stage

And don't it sound amazing?

'Cause every rhyme

is made and thought of

'Cause it's sort of

an addiction

Magnetized by the mixing

Vocals, vocabulary,

your verses you're stuck in

The mic is a drain, though,

volcano's erupting

Rhymes overflowing,

gradually growing

Everything is written

in a code so it can coincide

Cide, cide

my thoughts to guide

48 tracks to slide

The invincible

microphone fiend rakim

Spread the word

'cause I'm in

E-f-f-e-c-t

A smooth operator

operating correctly

But back to the problem,

I gotta have it

You can't solve it,

silly rabbit

The prescription

is a hypertone that's thorough when

I fiend for a microphone

like heroin

Soon as the bass kicks,

I need a fix

Give me a stage and a mic

and a mix

And I'll put you

in the mood

Or is it a state

of unawareness?

Beware, it's the re-animator

A menace to a microphone

A lethal weapon,

an assassinator

If the people ain't stepping

You'll see a part of me

that you never seen

When I'm fiending

for a microphone

I'm the microphone fiend

After 12:
00,

I'm worse than a gremlin

Feed me hip-hop,

and I start trembling

The thrill of suspense

is intense, you're horrified

But this ain't the cinemas

or tales from the darkside

By any means necessary,

this is what has to be done

Make way, 'cause here I come

My dj cuts material

Material,

material

Grand imperial

It's a must that I bust

any mic you're handing me

It's inherited,

it runs in the family

I wrote the rhyme

that broke the bull's back

If that don't slow 'em up,

I carry a full pack

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