Flipmode's general, Bussa Bus, collaborates with, natives to the Brownsville section of Brooklyn, M.O.P. in this amped up track.

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Lex Diamonds aka the Chef spits fire in this track.

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The G.O.A.T. drops a gem on the heels of his battle with Canibus.

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The track that made underground sensation Regular Joe aka King of New Jerz into a mainstream star. This nigga better get signed to another label... QUICK!!!!

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The Phantom teams up with Melvin Flynt da Hustler on this classic street anthem from the Violator, Vol.2 album.

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The most gifted hardcore lyricists of the time collaborate on Angie Martinez's gritty underground street banga. Guest appearances: Jadakiss aka Kiss aka Al-Qaeda Jada aka Notorious K.I.S.S. Styles P. aka Holiday aka Holiday Styles aka Paniro aka The Ghost aka The Phantom Beanie Sigel aka Mack aka Sig aka Mack Mittens aka The Broad Street Bully Kool G. Rap Brett

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Listen to another freestyle from an extremely young J-Hood dissing the shit out of 50 Cent waaaay before D-Block and G-Unit were beefin.

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Here is an old freestyle from the former member of D-Block off of a mixtape by DJ Clue.

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The grand finale, featuring Blitz, from critically-acclaimed classic "Stillmatic."

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Out of love and respect for hip-hop music, I'm showcasing some Midwestern emcees that are representing hip-hop... whereas Midwestern rappers are fucking it up and giving Midwest hip-hop a bad reputation. Track Listing (in order of appearance): Kanye West - Crack Music Common Sense - Ghetto Heaven Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorist Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Change the World Royce da 5'9" - Life Obie Trice - Obie Story Eminem - 'Till I Collapse Honorable Mentions: J Dilla Slum Village Beretta 9 (of Killarmy) Rhymefest Tech N9ne Twista

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Hov and Jump Off go hard off the top of the dome in the remix to "Pump It Up." LYRICS: [Jay-Z] Gimme that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Don't worry skano I'll give it back soon Just havin a little fun, wassup my nigga? S dot collection Black Album comin soon Just gonna vent a little bit Have a little fun with it Yes Yes Ain't nobody dumpin on hove You ain't in sanitation or sanitarium What are you crazy Jay-z'll bury em I'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em Your head bug out I'll raid niggas scared of em Worry I'm not Mike Jordan of the mic recordin Hovi baby you Kobe, maybe Tracy McGrady Matter fact you Harold Miner, JR Rider Washed up on marijuana Even worse you a pervis ellis You worthless fella You ain't no athlete you Shawn Bradley I ain't talkin to nobody in particular My flow just vehicular homicide whem I'm kicken em yes, anybody in my path is a car crash waitin to happen Nigga what? I got my foot on the door On the post of this rap game and I ain't lettin up Yea whos the nicest life of lifeless mic devices And I don't write this I just mic this I will it to happen One take hove im real in this rappin My new name is just the facts While the rest of yall just adjust the facts put words together, just to match I say what I feel y'all adjust to that I do the opposite of y'all so I just attract The realer audience usually unjustly black Know my flow and the shit they go just match Like the sound of my voice and a choice Just track I just tackle the something the flack of the public Nothin, I know real niggas happen to love it If you don't like it or look in the mirror Most likely you ain't livin so you dont get it You ain't did it so you can envision it The picture I'm paintin ain't vivid The language im spittin is so foreign to ya She was starvin a dude to ya Growin up hard in a little apartment illude to ya I'm just talkin to ya [Joe Budden] gimme that beat fool its a full time jack move fine jay web said take it back dude its hot minute or to we play ball now listen im just havin some fun no part in the future sing the track now spend a good week hova you can bring it back now all these rappers is cookin crack now took the realness out the game its time to put it back in the fans finally got it understood they just gappin while joeys in the hood like madden whoa success is wrapped up checks just rack up everybodys a killer but the deaths dont add up everybodys a hustler but the money aint comin in yall is it just my math sucks? nah time im a super stuck cheat they wealth everybodys so scurred to just be they self and the base and your boys get found like the cool so we could sound like loon or pound like boom dont end up a dead man for the cheddar the way to play is joey in *Def Jam Vendetta* for real on your pro two blues and dont be shocked open the booth door we be like old school move it aint goin to be a tray fee jay-z they be murdered joey the future im more like dirt anybody buyin respect me try and wet me yall dudes will never make it your a Tyus Edney im a standout like Yao Ming im whats sparkin now like fallback Shaq im startin now boys poppin it toys poppin spit im not from round these parts im Stojakovic let me hear your man say im the Jordan of rappin he's gettin fatigued girlie his scorin is lackin legacy is gettin ruined and you dont want that so pretty much learn from him dont come back and rap is gettin wag top g's are steppin cause you are not that hot dont believe the yes men it aint about whos better than uh its so evident they hard to be real with no evidence and i aint comin at jay cuz hes the greatest dreamer but he already laid the way im just layin my seed in not the same way i was dude im done drivin now im in your 745 plus 2 dont have your label call mine no extracurricular rappers is all girls who is extraparticular seen many men with the jade next time you listen to many men ill make sure you relate only jay coulda came just blazed it like me everybody else chills just glazed kid agree packin a mackin in the back of an acura no flappin the gat we be rappin the caddy but naw what you want punk double clip pump ride by slump forth cocked playa on top hater warm rock with his teeth toes wrapped with the brand new savior of east coast rap dont worry yo i'll bring the east coast back no parties this aint a movie but meet joe black tryin to relate to it i just speak those facts if you was in the front now your seat goes back what the deallin like new york been soft since bin laden came thru and crushed the buildings kinda restore the feelin this is to be continued im just speakin through ya

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One of Tha Dogg Pound's finest goes head-to-head with one of the greatest emcees in history in this classic freestyle.

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Bun B of UGK explains his duo's rise to fame and the tribulations they faced on the way. THE REALEST SHIT BUN B HAS EVER WROTE!!

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Out of love and respect for hip-hop music, this is a response to "Quit Hatin the East." I'm not suggesting the South is superior or anything, but that region puts out fire as well. I'm showcasing some Southern emcees that are representing hip-hop... whereas Southern rappers are fucking it up and giving Southern hip-hop a bad reputation. Track Listing (in order of appearance): Andre 3000 of OutKast - Throw Some D's (Remix) Big Boi of OutKast - Knowing Ludacris - War with God 8Ball & MJG - Hard Times Z-Ro - Crooked Officer Bun B of UGK - The Story Scarface - This Can't Be Life Honorable Mentions: K-Rino The Geto Boys Goodie Mob Nappy Roots Clipse

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Queen Bee vs. Ill Na Na

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Hova da God shows his uncanny lyrical prowess and his extraordinary word-playing skills in this classic. LYRICS: (talking) So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home Ya understand? Once you memorize a sentence It's like an exercise (echoes) *heavy breathing* (talking) Ya niggas can't be serious right now I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now Best flow, Most consistent, Realest stories Most charisma, I set the most trends And my interviews are hotter Holla I jog in the graveyard Spar in the same ring Now it's house by the building Where Malcolm X was slain I spring train in the winter Round early December Run suicide drills over and over With the weight of the world on my shoulder That's why they call me "Hova" I'm far from being God But I work goddamn hard I wake up the birds who in the nerves is sleep I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end I am "focused man" And I'm not afraid of death And I'm going all out I circle the vultures in a van and I run the block (run) Pull up in a drop (pull up) Push up on my money (push up) I'm in great shape dunny I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch I pump and rock sweats All white trainers The ghettoes, Billy Blanks I show you niggas what pain is Maintain your stamina Hov will damage ya Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs The fifth A dead lift if Niggas don't want to get shot then y'all niggas better squat I drop your set for rep No need to hit the showers The spit from the fifth leave you wet Lyrical exercise (hard breathing) Y'all niggas ain't tired right? (Chorus 4X) One, One Two, Two Three, Three Four, Breathe Easy Suckers Get your weight up Not your hate up Jigga man is diesel When I lift the eight up Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy Your flow is brain on drugs Mines is rap on steroids I lift every voice when I sing My ability Make yours look like an exercise in futility Bring your squad Biceps, Triceps, and Quads We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles Y'all ain't real That's y'all Achilles Heel Same routine when you see me you know the drill I spot ya I lift the weight of the watch off your arm Remain nice and calm Put down your things Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring No matter how many pounds you bring It sounds like the same old thing R-O-C is the strongest team (Chorus 4X)

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Here is an old freestyle from Iceberg Slim off of "The Professional, Part 2" album by DJ Clue. LYRICS: Old school, new school need to know this I burn like Left Eye Lisa Lopez Burn slow like blunts of hydro Jigga Man, BK shit, y'all know Jigga Man, ya heard? the fugitive.. allow me to spit on this Clue shit, allow me to thank the people for all of their support, and your prayers and all the people that prejudge me, fuck you, suck my dick.. [Verse 1] D.A. act like a nigga starvin' for Jay if they lock me in a cage, fuck it, party away I'm still hot, I'm still S dot ya'll still got Millions buried in the sock drawer still holdin' my own on the corner nigga what can't kill me can only make me stronger nigga and when I get back home get your ass up out the throne it's just goin' back to the way shit was I'ma stay hot no matter what my shit does I could drop a straight dud, I'ma stay up niggas tryin' to break my will you know that ain't my steel I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed You're dealin' with a higher power I'm like Dwight Eisenhower My life can move a thousand miles and hour reflect me folks As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury All this bullshit can make the mind weary But my theory is the sun shines clearly (The Sun will shine clearly!) [Verse 2] Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov' 'cause I rhyme like I be rhymin' in the Rov' climbin' in them hoes my minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows I don't shine, I glow I remind you of that dough don't I? murder niggas won't I? my persona, hustler turned rapper, smell the crack aroma send shots like toma! in any language leave niggas in a coma when I'm bangin' that Fifth get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs and get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements and for what? ya'll actin' like ya'll better than Hov' ya'll niggas should open up for the Letterman show (*singin*) niggas is funny, all I do is get money and ya'll niggas sound funny to me everybody's rappin' like they better than Hov' but thats shit's real funny to me (*rappin*) I'm at the forefront of this rap shit, truth is truth look around at all the platinum, proof is proof listen to how niggas is rappin', thats do to who? but I'ma let niggas live 'cause it's beautiful Live niggas... Jigga Man ya heard? Clue...Duro...

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"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." — Jesus (c. 5 B.C.E. - C.E. 32 ). Karma is a bitch... in other words, what goes around, comes around. Listen to how Nas gets a dose of his own medicine in the remix of his street anthem "Salute Me (The General)." LYRICS: [Swizz] Remix [Chorus][Nas] Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, They should salute me So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, They should salute me So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general [Nas] Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing What more can we say, stop grilling 'Fore you get hit up, shot up good We'll merc you in your hood I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice Break my cipha, I'm get at you Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll Too many rappers is jealous, who be gasing the fellows Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty Clapping that black heat None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general [Chorus][Nas] [Fat Joe] Nowadays I'm on some mack shit But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks The nigga that would soil-in your jacks Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs Coke so bright, it shine like white gold And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet Don't front for me, you kids is not balling If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan Ties swollen for no man with bold plans Sick of this rap shit thats why I listen to slow jams I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle Saying I'm peeping, I'ma bring you a muzzle Get the point, General [Chorus][Nas] [Cassidy] It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face That I'll get in that ass like preparation H The weapon the waist and I spray guns off Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me) My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine Uh, its the last days, end of time The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime So you know they gonna start to rob And steal for a mil when its dinnertime You still spending time focusing on dumb shit On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on Jump into a casket and get your die on

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Nasty Nas explains to everyone in the rap game why he is the leader in charge of his soldiers - the General. This beat, by Swizz Beatz, is seriously knocking!! LYRICS: [Swizz Beatz] Yo man, it's a real game out here Know what I'm sayin Nas? Beats back in effect man Swizz Beatz da monsta (what's poppin?) [Nas] Get in line, everybody get in line Listen the fuck up, to what's going down Pay attention, aight? [Chorus]x2 Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin general [Nas] When I walk through everything stops, silence Remain quiet, babies don't cry thugs don't buss Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze Noises to a minimun nigga, I pop and I squeeze I represent the pain and struggle Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you Yo you testin with death I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public They got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges They got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's Many fought teams and for green this is war This is life and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared Callin up the radio, don't want my records to air Y'all ain't playin fair, to every rapper in the game, I'm comin fo y'all blood, make room for the king...Nas [Chorus]x2 [Nas] I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher Nobody touchin my crown, nobody dyin Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it I'm much more smarter, much more strategic Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walkin caskets They talk a good one but there's never no action And I'm the type to poison ya sista, twist her Through wit her, put the gun in your face and make you hit her Make you quiver -when they silhouette of a Don, Benson Light up a Cu-ban, recite a few psalms Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more 'Cuz hate can frustrate, and confuse Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move - ghetto Green Berets, got freaks got hoes who be jumpin out of movin cars and land at my feet - because [Chorus]x2

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These tracks from NY legends, Nas & Jay-Z, were actually recorded prior to Jay-Z vs. Nas 3; nevertheless listen to the lyrical assault from both emcees.

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