WhiteDawg3000
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dude was spittin his ass off
the shyt is damn near flawless
the shyt is damn near flawless
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Biggie's flow / rhyme schemes / swag on Hypnotize is one of the GOAT examples in rap
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WhiteDawg3000
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Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Life After Death
Song: Hypnotize
Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon
[Verse One]
Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct nikkaz don't think shyt stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently nikkaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nikka flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshyt, we on it
Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)
[Verse Two]
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shyt
Them nikkaz ride dikks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nikka rappin bout blunts and broads
t*ts and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you nikkaz come and get me
Chorus:
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
[Verse Three]
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shyt (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nikka wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nikka, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dikk black like Toby (Obe... Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)
Chorus:
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
*fades*
Album: Life After Death
Song: Hypnotize
Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon
[Verse One]
Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct nikkaz don't think shyt stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently nikkaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nikka flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshyt, we on it
Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)
[Verse Two]
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shyt
Them nikkaz ride dikks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nikka rappin bout blunts and broads
t*ts and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you nikkaz come and get me
Chorus:
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
[Verse Three]
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shyt (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nikka wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nikka, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dikk black like Toby (Obe... Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)
Chorus:
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
*fades*
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I like his schemes on Big Poppa...dude was killing that shyt.
MooseMouthMthafuga
Veteran
Big is the greatest lyricist of all time IMO.
His rhyme scheme stay on some gifted shyt.When you have that kind of way with words, you have to be born with.
I've never heard a rapper get so much out of one verse.He had a way of abbreviating whole story lines/ movie scripts down to a few lines.
Look at how Jewelz Santana came at a bytch on "Hey Ma"
I was downtown clubbin, ladies night
saw shorty, she was crazy right
so I approach baby like, ma
what's your age and type?
She looked at me and said "You's a baby, right?"
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I can tell you what the 80's like
And I know what the ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens, and takes advice
I can be all 3, plus I can lay the pipe.
come with me, come stay the night.....etc..etc
That's just to much pandering to a bytch.Look at how BIG gets straight to the point.
I'm clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya
Once you grin, I'm in, game begin
First I talk about how I dress in this
And diamond necklaces, stretch lexuses
The sex is just immaculate, from the back
I get DEEEPER AND DEEEPER.
If you psychoanalyze that shyt, BIG knew what the fukk he was doing.Scanning the crowd for a materialistic bytch/Just waiting for a bird to give him the "I wanna be down" signal with the body language...and then gassing her up with talks of diamond necklaces and stretch lexuses.
I
every time I hear that verse.
It's just smooth as fukk.
As soon as I hear "Versace shades watching ya".....I know BIG was a grandmaster with this shyt.Peep that shyt on a subliminal/subconscious level and catch the undertones of the shyt he's saying.Those few bars let you know BIG had mastered the psychology of a scheming, materialistic bytch.
Yeah, BIG was clocking the bytch, but it was the Versace shades watching her that got her
....the man was a fool
BIG was clowning the fukk out the mic
His rhyme scheme stay on some gifted shyt.When you have that kind of way with words, you have to be born with.
I've never heard a rapper get so much out of one verse.He had a way of abbreviating whole story lines/ movie scripts down to a few lines.
Look at how Jewelz Santana came at a bytch on "Hey Ma"
I was downtown clubbin, ladies night
saw shorty, she was crazy right
so I approach baby like, ma
what's your age and type?
She looked at me and said "You's a baby, right?"
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I can tell you what the 80's like
And I know what the ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens, and takes advice
I can be all 3, plus I can lay the pipe.
come with me, come stay the night.....etc..etc
That's just to much pandering to a bytch.Look at how BIG gets straight to the point.
I'm clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya
Once you grin, I'm in, game begin
First I talk about how I dress in this
And diamond necklaces, stretch lexuses
The sex is just immaculate, from the back
I get DEEEPER AND DEEEPER.
If you psychoanalyze that shyt, BIG knew what the fukk he was doing.Scanning the crowd for a materialistic bytch/Just waiting for a bird to give him the "I wanna be down" signal with the body language...and then gassing her up with talks of diamond necklaces and stretch lexuses.
I
every time I hear that verse.It's just smooth as fukk.
As soon as I hear "Versace shades watching ya".....I know BIG was a grandmaster with this shyt.Peep that shyt on a subliminal/subconscious level and catch the undertones of the shyt he's saying.Those few bars let you know BIG had mastered the psychology of a scheming, materialistic bytch.
Yeah, BIG was clocking the bytch, but it was the Versace shades watching her that got her
....the man was a foolBIG was clowning the fukk out the mic
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