Rhyme and reason

I love rhythm. It could be the boom-boom of an electro number or a slow jam. The beat is neat. It is also one of the reasons I got hooked to rap. The beat-heavy, funky samples that populate the core of each song, and of course, the rhymes.

There are rhymes and then there are rhymes. I wanted to highlight two tracks that are brilliant in fusing rhyme and rhythm. What I mean is, if you remove the music, you’ll still swing along because these mofos just know how to BRING IT.

In both examples, try to rap along with the lyrics. We can’t even come close to the original delivery.

50 Cent opens, kills it, game over, thanks for playing.

Yea
Let’s take’em back
Uh huh

Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger rings
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that’ll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain’t nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could

Hate it or love it the under dog’s on top
And I’m gon shine homie until my heart stop

Exhibit 2: Unfortunate choice of lyrical content, but nothing can take away from the man’s rhythm and cadence.

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your weight pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy ‘specially
if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don’t you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don’t care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain’t gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin they ain’t tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain’t got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh

Brilliant.

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2 responses to “Rhyme and reason”

  1. Giribala says :

    I like rap songs too! And we have ended up living in the city of rappers…

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