Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap Page #8

to his school on the first day.

I can't believe it.

It's the same way that I was treated,

so maybe it's history repeated.

I know it sounds sick,

the idea of having another kid,

'cause this one,

you'll really feel like it's his.

It's the truth,

and I hate that fact.

Wait, I shouldn't

have said that.

I'll take that back.

I apologize.

Let's rewind this whole story,

like, Nah, c-4,

just erase that track.

Check it.

I don't care if only

the track trusts me.

F*** what niggas say.

Only god could judge me.

F*** what niggas heard

or think or even thought,

tried to fix

my shortcomings.

I just

came up short. Joey.

Redman, I'm back like f***,

you pay me

A street fighter

like baraka, you may lee

Who does it better

than the bricks? Call it

You couldn't mark the spot

if you shopped at target

Believe me, boy, I'm just

getting this started

And y'all stupid

like tripping over a cordless

I've been the dope nigga

since swimming and balling

Your hot chicks

on your block

I'm digging in all them

Damn it feel good

to see people up on it

To see who's the raw

and what nigga stepped on it

I'm in your harlem night

Black tenant six,

the cops calhoun

And I'm

hauling ass quick

When I'm gone,

I redline the needle

Cause trying to

find me is like trying to find nemo, b*tch

Name an mc that has

earned redman's respect.

Not, you know...

Somebody you say did they thizzle.

Oh, that did...

That did they thizzle,

but, all right,

besides krs-one and slick rick.

Them are my mentors,

you know.

Um, I-I'll pick somebody,

like, new now.

Far as eminem, he gained

my respect as an mc.

He been gaining

my respect as an mc,

but he definitely

gains my respect as an mc, straight up.

Big up to em

and the whole d12 camp and everything over there.

I think em knew

when he came out,

being a white kid coming

into a predominately black culture,

that he

had to fight uphill.

He had to fight.

And I think

that made him that much more better.

He's an mc.

Yeah. No.

He's an mc.

He did it.

Niggas can say what

they want about em.

They don't want

to f*** with him.

No, not at all.

Not at all.

Not at all.

He gained that respect,

because he knew

he had a job to do, like,

"okay, I could..."

He could have easily said,

"well, I'm going over

to stick...

"Just stick to my white fans.

F*** that.

I got enough white fans

over here to sell 30 mil."

But he like, yo, Nah, Nah.

I mean, you know,

he was in my 'hood

before he blew up.

Right.

He was in newark.

He was with the outsiders,

so he been in the 'hood

before he got on,

so I think it always

been in him to be like,

"yo, I know I'm white,

but this is music,

and music don't have

no color, and that's where it's at, man."

uhh, uhh

To the bang

to the boogie

Say up jump the boogie

To the rhythm

of the boogity beat

To the rhythm

of the boogity beat

There it go,

like simple and plain

Prominent basic

Zulu arrangement,

rocking amazement

Flocko, radio from heaven

to pavement

Phony is the face,

but nothing to play with

Spent time hating it,

but that ain't changing it

Malcolm x

to marley marl

The word of god

and work's involved

Portraits of the brain

and other unexplained phenomenon

Shot down babylon,

smash all automatons

Feel the beat,

got 'em feeling geeked like it's comic-con

Far from

the hardy-har

More like a tomahawk

rocket launch

Ali right cross

Knock they

choppers off

Boomiya, baba bey

Fresh, not from

concentrate

Looking

very sharp today

Thank you, darling,

danke schoen

Craft working

more than german engineering

And build

a frequency

That don't hear

the interference

Flashes of the spirit,

seekers in the clearing

Say the tongue

is the mirror

Of the heart,

so mirror, mirror

Look, in that window

It's the freedom

fighter's grandson

Fixed up,

looking sharp

Automatic handgun

Look, parade,

caravan

Diplomat, degenerate,

messiah, pariah

The leader

of the syndicate

Peace treaty written

in loophole penmanship

Same rows, two sides,

palaces and tenements

Dispossessed

native tongue

Noble open

lonely heart

Peel apart,

come together

Come together,

peel apart, come together

One of the things that

I feel about hip-hop

and I quote all

the time is from q-tip

when he goes,

"rap is not pop.

If you call it that,

then stop."

Uh, it didn't start

out as a popular culture movement.

It didn't even have

pop culture ambitions.

Uh, it's a folk art.

It's folk music.

It's tribal experience.

Hip-hop started

in new york,

so always

it's gonna... it's like, you know, you know,

in the mississippi delta

and the blues,

it's just like,

you know, that or new orleans and jazz,

just that... that

physical environment

just informs the way

that people apply the sound and whatever.

But as it started

to migrate, you know,

the sound

started to... to change

according to the...

The places that it was, you know, traveling to.

Geography shapes

how these, um, mediums sound,

because the people

and the places are different.

Look

If you had one shot

Or one opportunity

To seize

everything you ever wanted

In one moment

Would you capture it

Or just let it slip?

Yo, his palms are sweaty

Knees weak,

arms are heavy

There's vomit

on his sweater already

Mom's spaghetti,

he's nervous

But on the surface,

he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs

But he

keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down

The whole crowd

goes so loud

He opens his mouth,

but the words won't come out

He's choking, how?

Everybody's joking now

The clocks run out,

time's up

How the f***

he got an oscar?

Passed out

in his red mazda

With his f***ing head

in his pasta

In the parking lot

of kmart plaza

Across from

the red lobster

Looking like

the loch ness monster

Dressed like

a cross-dressed mobster

Talk is cheap,

it costs less to gossip

I'll probably be

a lot less hostile

If you snots

kept your snozzes out the air hose

Or get f***ed

in all seven holes

Ass, mouth, p*ssy,

yeah, both ears

And, ha, yes, nostrils

At the ozzfest with nas

Bumping das efx

in a wrecked-up datsun

And dropped two

extra-strength wats

And vicodin

out my pocket

They cost less,

I'm a hot mess

'Cause I tripped

and got my head stuck

In a wasp nest

in the process, awesome

Drunk as f***, one sock

Pulling my boxers up

with boxing gloves

But I keep dropping

my f***ing binoculars

Got two f***ing hydroxycuts

And four oxys

stuck in my esophagus

These three lesbian

little stocky sluts

Thought I swallowed

two hockey pucks

Started screaming,

"serves you right, you cocky f***

"That's what you get

for mocking us

Ain't as cool

as you thought you was"

B*tch, all I did when I walked up

was have my dick in a sock

Said it's a sock puppet,

so no strings attached

You can all suck a chick-ah,

get it? Ah, f*** it

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