as a nuclear engineer who loves rap I gotta call him out. At 6:17, he says he will drink U-238 blow up and come back again, but U-238 wont blow up. its the majority of all uranium in nature, but the isotope used for nuclear reactor cores (and those 2 bombs 60+ years ago) is U-235. You could blow up hard by moving the right geometry of U-235 into place. Not 238
i really like this kind of hip hop. And i think i'm one of the very few few few people in Rome, Italy, who listen to stuff like this. I completely dig it! Respect NYC for real hip hop!
Yo bruh, what will i say... Here they all bumpin techno n all that, plus im 25 n still on old school shit, 4 eva feel me... Stay strong n dont let em change ya, peace...
Ah We gonna do it like this Check it out “Now I lay me down to sleep” is what I gotta say When I prey Each and every time I live another day Around this town a brown man is subject to die before 25 and still [?] a suspect We need a conviction Yo, depiction And I be handing a bitch a perfect description, so If you’re black you got a fat bummer You better head for the hills Coz you’s about to catch some mad drama And I'mma kick it like this I’m about to be the first motherfucker with a handcuff on my wrist Hand on my head backseat Squad [?] transportation To the station For interrogation So hold the blows you know Coz I gotta stay straight for my newspaper photos Yo, the [?] came out And even though I did not do shit but you still put my name uh Underneath my pictures, watch ya Three inch letter pays one, daily news say I gotcha I got caught with my meanor So come clean with a fact, son, we only hit you with a misdemeanor I’m dropping dimes on my man but he’s dropping on me Now I got my whole motherfuckin’ clan I’m innocent but that shit don’t matter Coz it’s time to play ball and you know who’s the batter Swinging for the fences [?] Hit the benches, no respect That’s what you get when you’re a suspect If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back So you wanna be heard you better say s'thin' and stop frontin’ You getting fucked and you know who do the humpin’ I’m stompin’ in my worker man boots Dirty motehrfuckers ain’t do shit Time to start a revolution Coz you wanna treat me like a curse But what’s worse You wanna put a motherfucker in the hearse But you don’t wanna battle me You even fuck with my moms but that still didn’t rattle me But I’m born with a dependency You pumpin dope in my veins and tryin to act like a frienemy Sayin that you gotta do it to maintain Why you steady fuckin up my brain Yo, I am on a waitin’ and I can’t pay attention But third grade I spend more time in detention And forth I gotta go, coz you’re teaching me the same shit I learned 3 years ago I learned to idolize neighborhood fools I run with the worst motherfuckers playin' at school And fuckin' streets is my family Mom don’t give a fuck because she don’t know how to handle me I wanna [?] for my man I can’t understand why I am headed for the [?], yo I did what I did coz a brother gotta eat And the case that they gave me I just can’t beat, yo And I gets no respect I call, my friends collect Yo, I’m born a suspect If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back And every day I pray that my life will be different but ain’t nothing change So I stay so I hit the spliff to stay lifted I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect Yo Rollin down the block in my SCC, a five O in my rear view, no he wanna test me Wonderin how I get fifty thousand dollar car but he don’t even give a fuck who you are But if I was tanned you wouldn’t stop me But since I got a pick in my hair yeah, you know you goin’ club me I pull my joint over coz I got my papers straight Wonderin' shit I try to make a great escape But if I do that it will just give a reason to do what you do Coz my skin is in season I’m college educated and wear a white collar But you still think that I'm makin' drug dollars You walking with your hand on your trigger But I got my hand on mine, son, coz my shit is much bigger And one for smooth you better pray everlasting Coz If I am goin' out son I am goin' out blasting This [?] is tired of your tactics So I keep my strap alive with black rhinoplastics So if u wanna put me to a test Imma put some holes in your back through that bulletproof vest Coz when my situation gets drastic and I’m about to die We both goin' home in a casket Coz when a bagpipe blows and ghetto gets respect You better think twice when you check the suspect, yo If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back And every day I pray that my life will be different but ain’t nothing change So I hit spliff to stay lifted I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect Yeah
bro i cannot believe that people dont know about these guys or these songs. Real shame. We Shall all make it live on. This is when vibes were vibes and lyrics were real and meaningful. Roots and evolution. Glad ive had the chance to find these tracks and guys
To all you young folks & people listening from other parts of the world. This is rap, the music of hip-hop. And this is what rap is supposed to sound like!
@@raghavsharma3211 there are a lot of producers on soundcloud crafting gold, sp1200, mpc boom bap. Is still alive, just remains in the underground, gotta digg deeper.
Ah We gonna do it like this Check it out “Now I lay me down to sleep” is what I gotta say When I prey Each and every time I live another day Around this town a brown man is subject to die before 25 and still [?] a suspect We need a conviction Yo, depiction And I be handing a bitch a perfect description, so If you’re black you got a fat bummer You better head for the hills Coz you’s about to catch some mad drama And I'mma kick it like this I’m about to be the first motherfucker with a handcuff on my wrist Hand on my head backseat Squad [?] transportation To the station For interrogation So hold the blows you know Coz I gotta stay straight for my newspaper photos Yo, the [?] came out And even though I did not do shit but you still put my name uh Underneath my pictures, watch ya Three inch letter pays one, daily news say I gotcha I got caught with my meanor So come clean with a fact, son, we only hit you with a misdemeanor I’m dropping dimes on my man but he’s dropping on me Now I got my whole motherfuckin’ clan I’m innocent but that shit don’t matter Coz it’s time to play ball and you know who’s the batter Swinging for the fences [?] Hit the benches, no respect That’s what you get when you’re a suspect If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back So you wanna be heard you better say s'thin' and stop frontin’ You getting fucked and you know who do the humpin’ I’m stompin’ in my worker man boots Dirty motehrfuckers ain’t do shit Time to start a revolution Coz you wanna treat me like a curse But what’s worse You wanna put a motherfucker in the hearse But you don’t wanna battle me You even fuck with my moms but that still didn’t rattle me But I’m born with a dependency You pumpin dope in my veins and tryin to act like a frienemy Sayin that you gotta do it to maintain Why you steady fuckin up my brain Yo, I am on a waitin’ and I can’t pay attention But third grade I spend more time in detention And forth I gotta go, coz you’re teaching me the same shit I learned 3 years ago I learned to idolize neighborhood fools I run with the worst motherfuckers playin' at school And fuckin' streets is my family Mom don’t give a fuck because she don’t know how to handle me I wanna [?] for my man I can’t understand why I am headed for the [?], yo I did what I did coz a brother gotta eat And the case that they gave me I just can’t beat, yo And I gets no respect I call, my friends collect Yo, I’m born a suspect If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back And every day I pray that my life will be different but ain’t nothing change So I stay so I hit the spliff to stay lifted I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect Yo Rollin down the block in my SCC, a five O in my rear view, no he wanna test me Wonderin how I get fifty thousand dollar car but he don’t even give a fuck who you are But if I was tanned you wouldn’t stop me But since I got a pick in my hair yeah, you know you goin’ club me I pull my joint over coz I got my papers straight Wonderin' shit I try to make a great escape But if I do that it will just give a reason to do what you do Coz my skin is in season I’m college educated and wear a white collar But you still think that I'm makin' drug dollars You walking with your hand on your trigger But I got my hand on mine, son, coz my shit is much bigger And one for smooth you better pray everlasting Coz If I am goin' out son I am goin' out blasting This [?] is tired of your tactics So I keep my strap alive with black rhinoplastics So if u wanna put me to a test Imma put some holes in your back through that bulletproof vest Coz when my situation gets drastic and I’m about to die We both goin' home in a casket Coz when a bagpipe blows and ghetto gets respect You better think twice when you check the suspect, yo If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack Coz I’m black Got a target on my back And every day I pray that my life will be different but ain’t nothing change So I hit spliff to stay lifted I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect I’m born a suspect Yeah
@@jamesdickson539 Yeah, i bet. Be proud of yourself that your taste didn´t became dailuted from all this new cringy non rhymey auto tune bs. Good on ya!
Jan 30th was here jamming Edinburg Texas fuck yeah badass shit here with a friend Waylen took some shit drank some shit fucked up shit love this shit goodnight from south Texas
real underground sounds they pound sinse the grazed grave ways of inslaved dazed days that perfectly verticallie visionllie i cant spell but from hell i gave haze lyrics a blaze through vocabulary my style is wild and scary crazy and latley not been payde green i fathfully save the jailcell well a faze wave i slayde the bail fee techniqualie they cant fail me mc that sends gs for friends need in years i lend weeds for peers to straiten the barrier real grab on the wheel and start stearin for real i reveal what im feeling seel a roof from the floor to the cieling with lyricle myricle cant ignore the beweildin wars start from sword darts burst threw touched your mental soul with persission i take controll and roll like religounes follow the scrolls hollow golds will be given forgive and forget regret i told the story from the old historys implatations invisibilliy sublimanilie the real viosonarie penetraions fait waits for racing eccelarationall takings ill make it exceptionall read the real
I'm from Colombia and I always lived here, but when I was a kid and I was listening to the first Eminem songs that could come to me, I felt something else with these beats, now I think that this desire to always be finding new good music has made me come to these masterpieces... This is true hip hop The second track is just perfect
Yeah, He started as a Mail Carrier in NY and apparently is a Postmaster In Memphis. Pretty awesome to see such a talented artist go on to have such a successful career on the opposite end of the spectrum. Still wish he was spitting bars though :)
For anyone wondering why this type of hip hop has disappeared, or more accurately bastardized into the crap that it is today, all you have to do is listen to the likes of “Suspect” by Reggie Capers. Today, this song would’ve been enough to lock him up in Guantanamo Bay, if you know what I mean.
Most hip hop artist during the 90s would do a clean and dirty version of their best or favourite songs because they found white people and labels preferred "cleaner" music. Purely a sales tactic
z s not tryin to hate or anything like that, but it was for radio play, which is definitely a marketing factor! I think artists maybe thought that beeps/scratches/random noises fucked up the flow of a song. As I type this listening to the 2nd track on the playlist, I think I can agree with that logic?! Nevertheless, the og 'dirty' versions are always best!
Does it really bother you to not hear "mother fucka" "bitch" every other verse? I could care less to hear it. I hear it enough on a daily bases to really need it in my music. And The edits pretty much are so faint, I didn't even notice the curse words were being blanked. Also, it's cool to be able to jam this why I blade with my 4yo son.
@@imfernemland4294 the second track to this record is the same sample from redman & method man , black out 2, album. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-fGbNxYNRR4Q.html
Ahhhhh NYC rap. This single EP is classic. I think my fav. Was Gravediggaz for NYC hardcore rap < 1-800-suicide > You can hear the flow and switch up on Servin' MC's that was so prominent for rapping in the mid to late 90's. I miss 90's style of hip hop. No need relating to gun play < Fu Schnickens >
no matter if we talk bout hip hop, rock, metal, or any kind of music. what it make something real is the love and the thuth something is done with. when money comes, it all melts away
for those looking for the similar song from Methodman and Redman this is it! Method Man & Redman - Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-fGbNxYNRR4Q.html
Boom Bap is where it’s At..!!! There’s Hip-Hop, then there’s Rap, then there’s hardcore old-school Boom-Bap!! I Wasn’t apart of it. I was born in 95 during the midst of it, when it was all going down in New York and New Jersey… Shit still changed my life forever. And it’s all thanks to the crate-diggers who’ve uploaded some of their collections over the years onto RU-vid giving me and others the chance to hear this historical and powerful era of music that came from the heart… often times from a rugged heart….!
Like all old school hip-hop rap music old school hip-hop mix music old school hip-hop jam music old school hip-hop 90s music old school hip-hop REGGIE CAPERS SUSPECT SERVIN MC S
