What’s your favorite subliminal diss?
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Ty-Fife
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I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
I was gon' do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales
I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job, them boys is talented as hell
'Cause not only did they brick, they put a building up as well
Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar, then took a smell
'Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills
nikkas thought they was ill, found out they was ILL
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
Jay going at Dipset
I was gon' do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales
I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job, them boys is talented as hell
'Cause not only did they brick, they put a building up as well
Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar, then took a smell
'Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills
nikkas thought they was ill, found out they was ILL
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
Jay going at Dipset
Jay going at Game on Dear Summer
It's like when nikkas make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next, kid
Keep entering the danger zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfukker, c'mon
It's like when nikkas make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next, kid
Keep entering the danger zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfukker, c'mon
One of the most forgotten things in hip hop is that jay also gave it to dmx on Takeover.
But nobody remembers
But nobody remembers
Nas verse on Zone Out completely went over my head. Till the sohh detectives started breaking it down
my first album had no famous guest appearances...the outcome, I'm crowned the best lyricist
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "fukk Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I don't kill soloists, only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "fukk Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
Youseenmywork
KING
Verse: Pusha T]
Contract all fukked up
I guess that means you all fukked up
You signed to one nikka that signed to another nikka
That's signed to three nikkas, now that's bad luck
Damn that shyt even the odds now
You better off selling this hard now
You call it living out your dreams
You can't fly without your wings
You get it
most people seem to forget how hard this shyt was 
Parrish Smith
Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
When it came to EPMD no one said a word
So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This shyt's absurd!"
I will always believe this was Parrish taking shots at the Ruff Ryders for
Knicksman20
Superstar
.Rap music is something ain't it? The way these pictures is painted
You swear these nikkas is dangerous, the gangsta shyt they be saying
Lock em up in the booth with a half ounce of that cannabis
Sit back, and watch the outlandish shyt they portraying
But, soon as you see em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues, you like, "Is that the dude, that said he was gonna (pop you)"
nikkas get running before you finish ya sentence
And then they back to riffing, when they off at the safe distance
You like, you was just here, you disappear like magicians
In thin air, I'm like damn, nikka at least keep it consistent
I hear you baiting me lately, I been doing my best just to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me
Sooner or later I take you up on your offer
And put you all in ya place like I'm replacing ya father
You talking, to the author, the architect of The Blueprint
My DNA in ya music, muthafukka you stupid?
this nikka Hov BODIED Weezy lol stop it
He could have ended Weezys whole shyt
One of my favourites...DMX going hard (pause) at Ja Rule...
Nowadays cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shyt
Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dikk
nikkas talk real slick, but that's about it
Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through?
It's shyt like, everybody tells me I sound just like you
But you not me, got me? And you can live without me
If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a fukk about me
Ain't about "Dog I wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
shyt, I get nikkas that ride big every fukkin' day (I-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine
And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine
Let me hit 'em with the rewind
Do you and I'll do me
To me you'll see how real you'll be
"It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c'mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, I'll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin'"
"You don't even know what you got inside
How the fukk you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, I ain't gon' let it slide no more
You're best to go for what you know
Can't do you, then what you flow for
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see"
"Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you"
Nowadays cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shyt
Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dikk
nikkas talk real slick, but that's about it
Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through?
It's shyt like, everybody tells me I sound just like you
But you not me, got me? And you can live without me
If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a fukk about me
Ain't about "Dog I wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
shyt, I get nikkas that ride big every fukkin' day (I-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine
And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine
Let me hit 'em with the rewind
Do you and I'll do me
To me you'll see how real you'll be
"It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c'mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, I'll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin'"
"You don't even know what you got inside
How the fukk you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, I ain't gon' let it slide no more
You're best to go for what you know
Can't do you, then what you flow for
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see"
"Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you"
ReasonableMatic
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Danger approaches, we're like: "Wait, who's this?"I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
I was gon' do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales
I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job, them boys is talented as hell
'Cause not only did they brick, they put a building up as well
Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar, then took a smell
'Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills
nikkas thought they was ill, found out they was ILL
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
Jay going at Dipset
Let us save you some trouble, son.. what size suit you is?
This way after the Ruger shoots through a few Clips(e)
You can lay in your Casket just as you is
We appreciate the target practices
We'll be sure to send flower baskets, kid
- Jay-Z (Thank You) [Hov goin at The Clipse]
Blueprint 3 was FLOODED with subliminals
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I bring it up on here every few years.
It's just conspiracy minded me, take it as you will
"Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express
My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress (Biggie was his boy, but he follows it up with....)
To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fukk ya
I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear (Hov sounds like he knew Biggie was gonna get killed and had a chance to speak against it, but didn't so he could....)
It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife (Biggie's last album was "Life After Death")
Close you're casket tight (Biggie Died)
Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic (Biggie's last album was a double CD.... his "last two deep breaths")
To Jay-Z nikka, That's Right!!"
=Jay-Z, "It's Alright"
It's just conspiracy minded me, take it as you will
"Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express
My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress (Biggie was his boy, but he follows it up with....)
To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fukk ya
I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear (Hov sounds like he knew Biggie was gonna get killed and had a chance to speak against it, but didn't so he could....)
It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife (Biggie's last album was "Life After Death")
Close you're casket tight (Biggie Died)
Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic (Biggie's last album was a double CD.... his "last two deep breaths")
To Jay-Z nikka, That's Right!!"
=Jay-Z, "It's Alright"
Vandelay
Life is absurd. Lean into it.
Jay owns this thread.
Aiyyo fukk y'all, nikkaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfukkers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all nikkaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nikka ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap nikkaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fukked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nikka out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
nikkaz talkin' real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times nikka, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO' shyt tighter
I roast nikkaz like ya, smoke nikkaz like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to nikkaz like ya
You know what the fukk we do and why we done it
How I bring it to nikkaz who, probably want it
Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke nikka, ain't no joke
nikkaz cat fighti' with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shyt
Makin' little tapes but keepin' it secret
Cause I kick that deep shyt that divide your peeps shyt
Now I don't know if you fukkin' with Jigga
Spittin' that weak shyt y'all
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers
Doin' all sorts of twisted shyt with they fingers
Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners
I was doin' this shyt when you was shyttin' your Pampers
I was movin' them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand-to-hand was
Duckin' the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white, or tan was
I was hittin' the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin' through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fukked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fukkin' with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin' the shyt that we talk
You nikkas ain't know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You nikkas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres, ' respect me in this bytch
You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bytches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
nikkas that got life really like what I sing
'Cause they know it's really like, nikkas feel my pain
Know the shyt I don't write be the illest shyt that's ever been recited
In the game word to the hyphen in my name
J A why dash, Hoffa
The past, present, nikka the future, proper
The Holy Trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc
Aiyyo fukk y'all, nikkaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfukkers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all nikkaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nikka ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap nikkaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fukked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nikka out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
nikkaz talkin' real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times nikka, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO' shyt tighter
I roast nikkaz like ya, smoke nikkaz like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to nikkaz like ya
You know what the fukk we do and why we done it
How I bring it to nikkaz who, probably want it
Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke nikka, ain't no joke
nikkaz cat fighti' with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shyt
Makin' little tapes but keepin' it secret
Cause I kick that deep shyt that divide your peeps shyt
Now I don't know if you fukkin' with Jigga
Spittin' that weak shyt y'all
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers
Doin' all sorts of twisted shyt with they fingers
Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners
I was doin' this shyt when you was shyttin' your Pampers
I was movin' them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand-to-hand was
Duckin' the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white, or tan was
I was hittin' the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin' through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fukked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fukkin' with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin' the shyt that we talk
You nikkas ain't know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You nikkas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres, ' respect me in this bytch
You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bytches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
nikkas that got life really like what I sing
'Cause they know it's really like, nikkas feel my pain
Know the shyt I don't write be the illest shyt that's ever been recited
In the game word to the hyphen in my name
J A why dash, Hoffa
The past, present, nikka the future, proper
The Holy Trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc
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Rhyme 4 Rhyme
Pro
Great thread.
Most classic ones that come to mind are Drop a Gem on Em & Long Kiss Tonight.
Another two classics are My Melody & Follow the Leader, which are way before my time, but was always under the impression they were directed at the Juice Crew. Follow the Leader I thought was specifically aimed at Kane.
Some of my most memorable ones...
Jay going at Ja on the Watcher 2
Dipset going at Jay on Dipset Anthem
Jada/Styles going at 50 on Shootouts
Jay going at The Game on Dear Summer Freestyle on Hot 97
Clipse going at Wayne throughout HHNF
Jay going at Wayne on Watch What You Say to Me
Seemed like that whole time from '00-'05, D-Block, Dipset, G-Unit, & The Roc were trading subliminals.
Never heard this.
Most classic ones that come to mind are Drop a Gem on Em & Long Kiss Tonight.
Another two classics are My Melody & Follow the Leader, which are way before my time, but was always under the impression they were directed at the Juice Crew. Follow the Leader I thought was specifically aimed at Kane.
Some of my most memorable ones...
Jay going at Ja on the Watcher 2
Dipset going at Jay on Dipset Anthem
Jada/Styles going at 50 on Shootouts
Jay going at The Game on Dear Summer Freestyle on Hot 97
Clipse going at Wayne throughout HHNF
Jay going at Wayne on Watch What You Say to Me
Seemed like that whole time from '00-'05, D-Block, Dipset, G-Unit, & The Roc were trading subliminals.
Never heard this.