The Hip-Hop Thread

[Diomedes]

artists graphed by vocabulary size

http://poly-graph.co/vocabulary.html

[rjs246]

I like the just Wu-Tang option.

[phattymatty]

every password of mine for the last 20 years has been from the mouth of someone on that chart.

i bomb atomically, socrates' philosophies and hypotheses, can't define how I be dropping these mockeries


also killah priest is not highlighted for the wu-tang option someone must inform the developer immediately.

[ice grillin you]

also killah priest is not highlighted for the wu-tang option someone must inform the developer immediately.

hes only using (qualified) wu tang members not affiliates

[phattymatty]

ah i see. the word qualified still made me laugh.


milk this cow the best way we know how. can't believe cappadonna didn't make this list.

[ice grillin you]

yet he somehow found time to tabulate mac miller

[hunt]

das efx represent!   

[smeags]

ICP in da house !

[hunt]

ICP in da house !

   

icp can't write rhymes like these:

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come
So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose
I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the Crazy
I'm Crazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy
So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe
Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb
Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

[smeags]

Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb

single, greatest hip hop line, ever.

[ice grillin you]

das efx wrote an entire song about literally diarreahing themselves

ah the days of hip hop being self deprecating without people accusing you of being a bitch

[smeags]

wait, really ? please post those lyrics. 

[hunt]

that song isn't about a girl named lucy 

[ice grillin you]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzGgAtuwgLo


Well, bust how I'm flippin, flappin
Rippin up the rappin
Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked, it happen
One night in Manhatten, chillin, buggin
Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
Peeped it, scoped it, hope the shtein was rockin
Stuns by the bunch had the hunch they was clockin
Stepped up, dressed up, the young got some weed back
Honey got done then begun talkin to me, jack
I kicked slang to her, all my stillupfront's moms knew her
I wanted to gas ahead and take her back to the sewer
To do her, screw her
I knew I had to hush
When I felt my belly drop and the spot turned to mush
Um, shush shush, I need me a push
I felt loosey bubblin, trouble in my tush
Then the gush came gushin, rushin, splat!
The juice hooked my BVDS quick like that
Smack, I biggity-broke my bitch from behind
Tried ta shake it, fake it
But yo I couldn't hide from...

Hook

Well, dosey-do your partner as I start the intro
Cos nobody does it better, correcta-mondo
Back in '86 I was dick with the skills
Playin ball in the gym with my stillupfront's mom from the Ville
I was runnin it like the trooper, had no time to play the small cat
I had it goin on, word to mother I was all that, black
So one day, believe it or not, I'm chillin
I was playin against these stillupfront's moms from The Bronx for some chitlins
So bust it, I'm in it with my coojas, gimme the rock, G
I float like a butterfly and kick like karate
I scored 26, I caught a fake and now I'm Audi
I'm takin it to the hoop and then this kid tried to foul me
(HAAA!) Boom to the gutter, I hit the floor, I wanted to flip
I couldn't, damn, all of a sudden I had to shtein
So I dipped to the sewer, I couldn't control the shtein because it
Slipped past my meatcicle, drip drip like a faucet
Down past my shorts and hit the court and all of a sudden
Girls were gettin sick, all my stillupfront's moms they was buggin
I made it to the bowl leavin behind a trail of dookie
My drawers are soakin wet and I'll never forget the day I met....

[Sgt PSN]

I think I stopped following hip hop maybe sometime around 2005 or so.  I honestly don't think I could name 5 hip hop artists who have come on the scene since then.

I think my mp3 player now qualifies as a vintage or antique music shop.