Rapmastermind
Superstar
It's amazing but for an emcee, Biggie was the best at having listeners after his opening bars. Once I sat down and really thought about it, it's insane how many songs he started out so sick. So does any rapper open a song or verse better than Big?:
*It was a all a dream, I use to read word up magazine, Salt and Pepa and Heavy D in the Limousine
*Who the f@ck is this, Paging me at 5:46 in the mornin, crack of dawin, now I'm yawin, wipe the cold out my eyes, see who's this paging me and why
*1st things 1st, I poppa, Freaks all the honeys, Dummies, Playboy Bunnies thoughs wanting money
*Relax and Take Notes, While I take Tokes of the Marijuana Smoke, throw you in a choke, gunsmoke, gunsmoke.
*I was a terror since the public school era, bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
*Who Shot Ya, Separate the weak from the obsolete hard to creep those Brooklyn streets.
*Ha Sicker than your average, Poppa twist Cabbage of instinct, n!ggas don't blink sh!t
*Today's Agenda, Got the suitcase up in the Sentra, Go To Room 112, tell em Blaco Sent ya
*Armed in Dangerous, ain't to many can bang wit us, straight up weed no angel dust, label us, Notorious.
*Some say the X makes the Sex Spec-tacular, let me lick from the neck and the back then ya.
*B.I.G. P.O.P.P.A. No Info For the D.E.A., Federal Agents Mad cause I'm flagrant, Tap my cell and the Phone in the Basement
*You wanna sip mo on my Living Room Floor, Play Nintendo with Cease a Leo, Pick up my phone say Poppa not home, sex all night mad Head in the Morn
*When I Die f@ck it I wanna go to Hell, Cause I'm a piece of sh!t it ain't hard to f@ckin Tell.
*I Dreams Filthy, my Moms and Pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whisky, what a set off
*N!ggas in my Fraction, Don't like asking Questions, Strictly Gun Testing, Coke Measuring.
*In the Commission you ask for Permission to Hit em, He don't like me hit em while Wifey was wit em.
*Who the F@ck wanna squeeze, my Desert Ease makes Emcees Freeze, you waking up in Cold Sweats they just dreams
*To all the ladies in the place with style and grace allow me to lace to lyrical duches in ya Bushes
*So you wanna be Hard Core, with the Hat to the back, talking about ya gats and ya raps, but I can't feel that hardcore appeal that your screaming.
*I know how It feels to wake up, F@cked up, Pockets Broke as Hell another Rock to Sell.
Talk about making an entrance.
*It was a all a dream, I use to read word up magazine, Salt and Pepa and Heavy D in the Limousine
*Who the f@ck is this, Paging me at 5:46 in the mornin, crack of dawin, now I'm yawin, wipe the cold out my eyes, see who's this paging me and why
*1st things 1st, I poppa, Freaks all the honeys, Dummies, Playboy Bunnies thoughs wanting money
*Relax and Take Notes, While I take Tokes of the Marijuana Smoke, throw you in a choke, gunsmoke, gunsmoke.
*I was a terror since the public school era, bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
*Who Shot Ya, Separate the weak from the obsolete hard to creep those Brooklyn streets.
*Ha Sicker than your average, Poppa twist Cabbage of instinct, n!ggas don't blink sh!t
*Today's Agenda, Got the suitcase up in the Sentra, Go To Room 112, tell em Blaco Sent ya
*Armed in Dangerous, ain't to many can bang wit us, straight up weed no angel dust, label us, Notorious.
*Some say the X makes the Sex Spec-tacular, let me lick from the neck and the back then ya.
*B.I.G. P.O.P.P.A. No Info For the D.E.A., Federal Agents Mad cause I'm flagrant, Tap my cell and the Phone in the Basement
*You wanna sip mo on my Living Room Floor, Play Nintendo with Cease a Leo, Pick up my phone say Poppa not home, sex all night mad Head in the Morn
*When I Die f@ck it I wanna go to Hell, Cause I'm a piece of sh!t it ain't hard to f@ckin Tell.
*I Dreams Filthy, my Moms and Pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whisky, what a set off
*N!ggas in my Fraction, Don't like asking Questions, Strictly Gun Testing, Coke Measuring.
*In the Commission you ask for Permission to Hit em, He don't like me hit em while Wifey was wit em.
*Who the F@ck wanna squeeze, my Desert Ease makes Emcees Freeze, you waking up in Cold Sweats they just dreams
*To all the ladies in the place with style and grace allow me to lace to lyrical duches in ya Bushes
*So you wanna be Hard Core, with the Hat to the back, talking about ya gats and ya raps, but I can't feel that hardcore appeal that your screaming.
*I know how It feels to wake up, F@cked up, Pockets Broke as Hell another Rock to Sell.
Talk about making an entrance.
