― Ned Raggett, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nate Patrin, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alex in NYC, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dan Perry, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Anyway, the lesser spotted Papousse Rap Veteran is still about eleventy billion times more interesting, relevant and entertaining than another callow youth in a doo-rag droning on about bangin', bling and bitches.
Point about his absence from battling is valid - then again, there haven't been that many battles in recent times: since hip hop got big people don't want to risk everything, it seems. LL vs Canibus vs Wyclef was a belter, Eminem vs Everlast neat, Jay v Nas diverting and intermittently inspired. KRS has dissed people heavily on record since PM Dawn (most notably X Clan, though that was a while ago). He'll run rings round Nelly though. It'll be like watching a 1-on-1 football match between Zinedine Zidane and... oh, I dunno. Me.
There's a Realaudio of KRS's Nelly dis at this address, which I shall try to turn into a link but having never posted here before I dunno if it'll work: http:// urban.mvremix.com/media/rams/krsovah.ram
― Angus (Friend Of Ned), Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I love how Alex in NYC always makes his criticisms sound so elegant. We should all hate things that wordily.
― Robin Carmody, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
(LL/Canibus/Wyclef = classic example of diss defining and trapping entire career = "Second Round Knockout" still awesome but also the only thing Canibus has done I can actually remember)
Canibus is one of the ones that got away, isn't he? There's loads of great material on both his albums but people only ever want to talk about LL. To me, Eminem's success proved that Canibus could be massive. They're stylistically very similar - verbose, intelligent, hysterically funny - and came up through the same battle/mix tape/guest verse treadmill at about the same time. While some argue that it's because Canibus never had Dre's beats, it's probably more to do with Em being white. Which is basically what MM seems to be saying on the new LP, if what those who've heard what they've heard of it are reporting it correctly. (Not that he mentions Canibus. But he should.)
Cheers,
AB
― Angus (FoN), Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
(and even steal ethan's "the arch is over" joke.)
― jess, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
and alex once again demonstrates his innate lack of understanding, re. hiphop.
Angus is spot on here - I know I thought Canibus was great, and I know I heard and liked a lot more than "Second Round KO", but I just can't *remember* it (that's the infuriation).
The man speaks as if the very survival of the human species relies on his rebuttal to what was assuredly an equally self-important potshot.
Yawn.
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I make your bitch crew shit stools Put a pistol in your mouth and then feed you to the pitbulls Don't even talk about guns The only "nine" you got is a five dollar bill and four ones So I don't give a fuck what none of y'all niggas say Cause anything that can't penetrate ricochets Rhymin' with me on a record? You might as well have died and went to hell instead of heaven 'Cos my rhyme weapon is like a medieval torture method Your four limbs tied to four horses all pulling in different directions In this profession I get busy without a question Seein' me is like seein a vampire's reflection Fast or slow flows connect like electrodes I make cassette tape decks blow when I'm in wreck-mode Explode, leavin' areas abandoned With more radiation behind than spots UFO's landed in
Rappin is a raw business But as an individual I'm as different as anybody's fingerprint is If boring is the norm I'm the antonym Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in
Both from "Patriots" off the first LP ---
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace sellin' reefer, Puffin' the chalice with the Beefeaters Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit Canibus with the hot shit, crazy hot shit Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this I'll increase my strength to a super human extent Nigga - your rhyme ain't worth six pence And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin And murder niggaz for rhymin Spittin' fire, with gasoline for saliva Drunker than Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her Like alcohol in the hands of a minor I got you panickin' like bombs with 30 second timers Clear the buildin', evacuate women and children Fuck what you feelin' nigga, I came here to kill 'em Straight shittin, from New York to Great Britain And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission
"Buckingham Palace", 1st LP
My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit In bare-knuckle boxing speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' So in the ring you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin Knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin The beautiful blend of power and strength From the top of my head down to where my toe cuticles end I verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga Who can spit the words quicker than the average man? Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands on candid cam? The Canibus can The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man
Yo! I spit for it, lie for it, Live for it, die for it Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it I'mma blow trial and do the federal time for it You mad at the last album? I apologise for it, Yo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled it, But this time for 99 I got 5 on it You should double up and put a dime on it, Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it I'mma shine on it, Watch Flex drop a bomb on it About ten times on it Watch people call a request line for it Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it 12 O'Clock in the morning you'll be standin on line for it I'm a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it 'Cos I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it
First two verses of 2000 BC from the 2nd LP
I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert In twenty-two yards per second to catch me daily delicatessen With thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest 'em And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question - can the Canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die? Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind My rhymes confuse niggas like somebody try to gang-bang Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, Throwin' up signs with their left hand Standin' out on the corner of Wetlands With a confederate flag for a headband
From Mic-Nificent, 2nd LP
I feel like I'm one of the livest One of hip hop's finest elite rhymers And I plan to graduate with honors But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers with Alzheimer's Lookin' at our label's roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us After we done recorded dozens of albums And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars They still dropped us We givin niggas what the fuck they want A holocaust, stompin niggas with a thousand man march I ain't livin in hell, hell's livin in me That's why I'm always screamin on you fuckin MC's The shit that I quote, floats with the buoyancy of a boat with the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat Overdose that's extremely fatal Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you You can't breathe, your chest feels painful Your skin colour's goin' from dark brown to beige-blue Your whole room's full of angels All in your ear tryin' to tell you which God you should pray to You pray to Jesus, but He don't wanna save you 'Cos you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel You're paralyzed on the operatin table Prayin for Canibus to slice you from head to navel You banned from TV, banned from CDs Banned from DVDs and downloadable MP3s
From "Hell", on Pharoahe Monch's LP
And don't get me started on 100 Bars, from the 2nd LP.
Is this long enough?
A
― Angus, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― John Darnielle, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Clarke B., Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jordan, Friday, 10 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris H., Saturday, 11 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
a fite wd be fun tho: do em both good?
― mark s, Saturday, 11 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― al, Sunday, 12 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Siegbran Hetteson, Sunday, 12 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― bc, Monday, 13 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dan Perry, Monday, 13 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Gilgamesh, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nate Patrin, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Reading comprehension is your friend. I said KRS-One was a vacuous ass. Recent years have given his viewpoints more complexity and maturity.
As far as picking sides is concerned, I've alredy picked KRS-One's. I just wish he'd gone about drawing the battle line in a different way (and no, I don't know what that different way should have been).
― Dan Perry, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alex in NYC, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Does it matter what it makes Nelly? I have far too many things going on in my life to waste brain cells worrying about Nelly, which may go some way in explaining why I think devoting a nine-paragraph rant towards the man is not the best use of one's energies. I probably would have just dropped my battle rhyme and dismissed the fucker from my mind. If the entire point is that Nelly isn't "true hip-hop" (debatable) or that the style he represents is not representative of the entirety of hip-hop culture (undeniably true), spending that much time harping about him lends more credence to the idea that Nelly is an important figure in the hip-hop arena. Considering that he had a single called "#1" that peaked on the charts somewhere in the teens AND he seems to be basing his definiton of success on chart placement, Nelly shoots himself in the foot in the longevity/"serious artist" stakes and isn't worth worrying about. (I guess I do have an opinion on how KRS-One should have handled this. My bad.) (I also apologize if the previous paragraph is disjointed; I'm hella hungry and am having issues focusing on the screen right now. I would wait and post when I'm more clear-headed, but I don't care enough about Nelly to do so.)
― Sterling Clover, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)