¡Clipazo!

Vivan las melenas afros y los Chromas cutres coño.

South Park,Houston, Texas

Si digo Rap-A-Lot y 1991, digo calidad.

Este día requiere un temazo

Sin palabras...pura bahía rockeándolo en el 97.

El mensaje, nada más

Aprovechando que el pasado día 15 se celebró el Martin Luther King's Day no estaría de más recordar que el hip hop ha sido y será mensaje. Por si alguno tenía dudas y pensaba que aquí sólo hablábamos de players, hoes & gangsters.

"Wanna be the new gangsta of the week on the street
But aint got a clue, damn, it's a trip
How them devil-ass labels put everything they got in that shit
But they never push anything real for the good of the community"

R.I.P Teddy Pendergrass

Que mejor homenaje que recordar a esta gran voz que se nos ha ido que a través de su música, y sobre todo, de su herencia musical.

Gracias Teddy, siempre con nosotros.

Ya está bien de odiar

Así se lo hacían en el 96

Pufffff, no me digáis que no es un maldito temazo. Bumpealo en tu carro a to volumen, bumpealo chillin', donde sea, pero primo, bump this track!!

Frisco, Frisco, Frisco homies.

I'na kick this shit like I be kickin' some front door

¿Os suena el sample?

Pista:
"Hay beef en mi, falsos amigos, sólo wannabees, hay beef en ti, falsos rappers, sólo wannabees
Hay beef en mi, falsos gangsters wannabees, hay beef en ti, falsos dealers wannabees
Hay beef en mi, falso amor, solo wannabees, hay beef en ti, falsos celos wannabees
Hay beef en mi, falsos barrios wannabees, hay beef en ti, falsas mierdas wannabees"

Me encanta como juega el clip con los tópicos y prejuicios que todos tenemos bien arraigados, atentos al final:

Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice

Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin
I'm to the point of nine bars and, keep it throbbing
If you swing I'm bobbing, even if I'm dobbed out and mobbing
The only dope corner, in my Jordans
Niggaz is stars and, they need to get they game sharpened
Out there robbing, bound to get they days darkened
I keep my 4-4 barking, for them lames larking
And them bustas plotting on me, in the valet parking
Steady sparking, pounds of killa
Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala
I load eighteen wheelers, full of yale
Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail
Only time will tell, the FED's on my trail
Plus you know, that a young nigga built to scale
A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator
Biting mics, I'm a rap game gladiator

[Hook - 2x]
The haaaardest, the hardest
(rule number one, always keep it reala)
(number two on my chest, a untamed guerilla)
Keeping it reala, the realest
(cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla)
(take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter)


I'm a thuggish nigga, on drank I'm sluggish
Mug mean infa' beam, and a brick in my luggage
Keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock
From a rock to a block, my spot hot as a crock pot
Dome shot connector, red dot reflector
Fifty pound dissector, when I'm buying from Hector
Calls collector, plus a snitch detector
I.Q. like leopard, dope game perfecter
Mobstyle protector, sky street infector
I'm a platinum editor, CEO director
Chin checker, just a certified wrecker
Sweeping up sets, like a Black & Decker
I got Texas ways, it's simply cause I'm Texas raised
And handle all animosity, with techs and K's
Split toupees, I stain the brain
Everything gon remain the same, what's my name

[Hook]

Peep the rules, if you snooze you lose
That's why I choose to strap my shoes, and pay my dues
Leave no clues, cause niggaz is fools
Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice
Teelee, 'fore you shoot the dice
Or catch that one way flight, to Paradise
It's nothing nice, if it ain't your time
Keep on if you think I'm lying, it go down
I stay on top of mine, my game
And stains niggaz brains, like mines rain
It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame
(what if you off the chain), then you best to hide mayn
Spit verses for change, and bring the pain
Rap game John Wayne, (that's a god damn shame)
Infrared for aim, when I rain
This a nigga you can't contain, uncut cocaine

[Hook - 4x]

5th Ward Boyz

Algún día les dedicaré una entrada como se merecen estos grandes.

Perdón por la calidad de los vídeos. Ley, homies, siempre ley.