David Delisca
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    Jay Rock

    Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Rock “Money Trees” from the 2012 album Good Kid, m.A.A.d. City 

    [Listener’s Log]

    Yo. First of all, I have been sleeping heavily on Jay Rock. I’m talmbout heavy dosage of that Nyquil, Ra-tat-tatted with a tranquilizer gun, straight sleeping with no dreaming. I know understand why Jay Rock was the first to gain a bit of notoriety for the Black Hippy crew.

    Upon my first interaction of the GKMC album, I realized on the tracklisting that Kendrick did not have much features and only one that displayed the presence of a Black Hippy crew member. I guessed he didn’t want anything of such a conceptual album that would impede on the conceptualness (yea, I’m making up words muhhfucka). After listening to Jay Rock’s verse, there is no way that K.dot could have left this of the album. Shit, in my opinion, it’s the best verse in the album.

    Jay Rock hit us up with a super dupa floetic, well-measured 16 bars of that good shit. Lyrics, on point. Flow, on point. Charisma, on point. References, on point. What else do you need?

    Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
    Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping
    Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain’t no turkey on Thanksgiving
    My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
    Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I’m hustling
    What else is a thug to do when you eatin’ cheese from the government
    Gotta provide for my daughter n’em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch
    Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch
    Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stash
    If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
    From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurking blood
    Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it’s all good
    Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is
    Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is
    In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
    Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

    Click To Listen To “Money Trees”

    Rick Ross ft Nas - “Triple Beam Dreams”

    [Listener’s Log]

    Rozay’s Rich Forever just dropped and folks are talking all about the Drake verse on “Grand Scheming”. That’s all good but I went NUTS, if I was a squirrel I would have dropped my nuts after hearing Nas verse on “Triple Beam Dreams”. The poetry, oh man, the poetry… the vividness… wow.

    I was just talking about how, sometimes (actually most times) too much punchlines makes me lose my interest but a great storyteller doesn’t need much punchlines. Nas is a storyteller of that stature

    Best verse on the mixtape, and that’s not no diss to the mixtape because this is probably going to end up being my most favorite verse of the year.  

    A project minded individual, criminal tactics
    Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
    Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
    They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors
    I remember watching Scarface the first time
    Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
    How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind
    They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise
    In a bastardised nation, Magnum .45 carrying
    Where I’m from, ain’t far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan
    A rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profit
    A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
    It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it’s garbage
    I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses
    He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
    He gives me powder he has faith in Nas’
    Ambitions to distribute coke
    Had addictions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
    But I’m again broke
    This shit ain’t cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
    Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas
    They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
    I’m at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
    Picturin’ piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
    Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
    My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
    Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there
    Blaming society, man it wasn’t made fair
    I would be Ivy League if America played fair
    Poor excuse and so I was
    Throwin’ rocks at the pen just for the love
    Or for the evil the secret life of G’s
    You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses


    [“Amnesia” from the 2010 mixtape HerFavoriteColo(u)r]

    Jonathan Barnes is my favorite rapper right now. Life poems after life poems rang through his bars. I had to go against my “one verse for each song” and put both verses for this song on here.

    His way with words and navigating through fragments of a stories and to piece it back together like a jigsaw puzzle is crazy. 

    "Naïve as the dry leaves on the ground, looking past the tree to the blue sky asking: Why me?" - Definitely one of the best lines I have heard from anybody. Definitely had me thinking about times when I have felt my situations were unfair and not realizing that nature conquers all

    Peace, serenity, teaching divinity
    Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies
    Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin’ to be
    This, that, and the third
    Boy did I learn, tables turn
    Billy Holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my folks away
    Swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives
    Back to boasting at shows to get a standing O
    From all the fans I know on some of that
    Sapphire rapid fire soul stuff I used to hit ‘em off with
    But now I’m some ol’ “pay the toll” for the way I played the role
    Cautious when I lace a flow, cause, pose? think I’m painting codes
    Patience grown thin, home sick and haven’t been home since
    Fuck a rapper, I’m an actor in a film called:
    “Leave me the fuck alone until I find a real job”
    Busting chrome grills off at these soft hearted breakbeats bouncing with 808’s and gray ink
    Blue heart, red skies, true art died in the heart of my mind
    Kept trying to fulfill this
    Blank scribbled realness, even if it kills this poet inside

    Used to speak sweet with sympathy
    Tease to mimic me, sunshine every line you ever sent to me
    Heaven sent, heavenly scent that later crippled me, shit
    Simple men don’t learn, where was your empathy?
    Couldn’t see the fork in the road
    Kept straight forward, straight towards a humble abode we both hate more
    Now that I fumbled and folded that open letter said “dead men walking don’t dream”
    You taped yours, and you told me I could rent it
    Thought it was invented for my viewing pleasure
    Human error, the apprentice turned teacher, preacher turned God
    Couldn’t reach ya, just a façade, the main feature
    Modified for blogs, podcast the past, hi-definition, she laughed
    Pass the message, now I’m guessing that the jokes on me
    Cause I’m the only one threatened
    The wretched by the windows sketching
    Pencil? the mural of the method, don’t sweat it, techniques turning, burning incense
    Listening to Billy burn my intent, definitive days that turn my nights to fiction
    Friction-less, just a pen trynna pimp this stress, ‘cause I couldn’t keep a lid on my life
    Naïve as the dry leaves on the ground, looking past the tree to the blue sky asking:
    Why me?


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses


    Ghostface Killah 

    (“All That Is You” ft. Mary J. Blige from the 1996 album Ironman)

    Usually those more impressive verses are not the most creative in the terms of wordplay. The best verses are the ones with stories that are relative to those who went through and interpreted with a passion which folks who didn’t go through with it can feel it. This is what Ghostface Killah did on the “All That I Got Is You”

    Already known for his impressive storytelling. On this track, Ghostface tells the most important story; the autobiography of Dennis Cole.

    "7 o’clock plucking roaches out of the cereal box" — Ahh. When we was living in our first place in the United States, I had to pluck a roach out of the Corn Flakes box. We couldn’t threw away the Corn Flakes because that’s all we had at that time. The we would put sugar on the cereal because we couldn’t afford Frosted Flaked. 

    We’ve come so far. Thank you Ghost for helping to remind me to never get too far ahead of myself. 

    Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
    Whoever thought that I’d have a baby girl and three sons?
    I’m goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
    Why my old Earth had so many seeds
    But she’s an old woman, and due to me I respect that
    I saw life for what it’s really worth and took a step back
    Family ain’t family no more, we used to play ball
    Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
    Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
    Rockin each others pants to school wasn’t easy
    We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
    We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
    Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
    I didn’t know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
    She cried, and grandma held the family down
    I guess mommy wasn’t strong enough, she just went down
    Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
    Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
    Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
    I didn’t like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
    Seven o’clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box 
    Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
    Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
    In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
    And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
    Stating “Gloria can I borrow some food I’m dead broke”
    So embarrasin I couldn’t stand to knock on they door
    My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
    Mommy where’s the toilet paper, use the newspaper
    Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she’s the neighbor
    Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
    Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
    But I remember this, mom’s would lick her finger tips
    To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
    Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
    I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
    Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
    And ask myself was I meant to be here… why?
    Yeah, yo


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses



    (Black Star feat. Common “Respiration” from the 1998 album Black Star)

    Yo, plenty of reason why I love this joint. There was a period in which I was listen to this joint everyday. First I must point out that each verse on this joint is classic, Mos Def being my faves. But Common’s verse is so relevant to me, being away from my hometown, I wonder about those who are still in my old neighborhood who don’t know about the world outside of “the ghetto”

    Yo…on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
    Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
    Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn’t mask it
    Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn’t mastered
    I choreograph seven steps to heaven
    And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
    Veteran of a cold war, It’s Chica-I-go for
    What I know or, what’s known
    So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
    From the crib I spend months gone
    Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
    Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
    Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn’t have a touch-tone
    It’s a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
    Some of this land I must own
    Outta the city, they want us gone
    Tearin down the ‘jects creatin plush homes
    My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
    Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
    Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound
    Found it hard to imagine he hadn’t been past downtown
    It’s deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
    Of reality I touch, but for me it’s hard to keep
    Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
    Of reality I touch, but for me it’s hard to keep


    So much on my mind I just can’t recline
    Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
    Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
    Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
    Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
    I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathing
    Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
    Kiss the Ide’s goodbye, I’m on the last train leaving 

    Click To Watch “Respiration”

    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses



    (“Surviving The Times” from the 2007 album Greatest Hits)

    Yo, I’m a sucka for “coming of age” stories. I’m into finding out about how the genesis of one’s growth on their road to success. In the first verse, Nas showcased the soft-eyed perspective he had the everything that was going on during his entrance to the hip-hop game. This dudes dropped names of some major dudes like Eric B, respect. It doesn’t hurt that Chris Webber (Yea, Fab-Five Webb) laced the beat with some Nipsey Russell samples from the movie The Wiz.

    Fav Line: “I was happy, just getting some answers I ain’t even know what a record advance was”

    I was young, I was surviving the times
    Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine
    Little Ray had an NSX, I was hoping I’m next
    Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
    Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain—Rest In Peace
    Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
    If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners
    Moving on to… move your arm in your watch
    To another time on the block
    'Cause this 40 Side
    Where they say Shorty rhymed
    Tragedy he used to come through all the time
    I’m talking Juice Crew, not what the word define
    He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine
    That was my first crush; I bought my first mic
    I wrote my first verse, I was about nine
    I was about mine, fantasize house buying
    Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
    Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
    I was happy, just getting some answers
    I ain’t even know what a record advance was
    I’m seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom
    With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me
    Same girl then, right now’s a groupie
    Back then, she was like the star in the movie
    Large jewelry and expensive Gucci
    Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me
    Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
    Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me
    You see, every time Ra didn’t show
    I get to record demos at attempts to blow
    I wonder could they tell, how did they know
    Sixteen years later, here I go


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses



    (“You Must Love Me” from the 1997 album Reasonable Doubt)

    We used to fight every night but I never would suffer

    just smile my big brother’s tryna make me tougher

    As we grew fussing and fighting continued

    as I plundered through ya stuff and snuck ya clothes to school

    Got intense, real intense as we got older

    Never believed it would lead to be popped in one in ya shoulder

    Where my rings? Knew you had it ‘cause you took too long

    as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on

    Huffin’ and puffin’ gun in my hand, told you step outside

    Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride

    made our way down the steps

    maybe you thought it was just a threat

    or maybe ya life was just that crazy

    and you was beggin’ for death

    try to justify this in my young mind

    but ya drillin’ it

    and my ego hurt combined

    drove me berzerk

    Saw the devil in your eyes

    high off more than weed

    confused I just closed

    my young eyes and squeezed

    What a sound!

    opened my eyes just in time

    to see ya stumbling to the ground


    What the fuck I done now?

    runnin’ around in a circle

    thinking I’m assed out

    hot gun burnin’ my waist

    ran straight to Jazz’ house

    Like a stranger damn, I just shot my nigga

    and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga

    Left the scene how could I go out that way

    Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day

    You must love me.


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses

    Lauryn Hill

    Lauryn Hill

    (“Doo Wop” [That Thing] from the 1998 album The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill)

    The second verse is dedicated to the men

    More concerned with his rims and his Tim’s than his women

    Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans

    Don’t care who they offend poppin’ game, like you got yen

    Let’s stop pretend, the ones that pissed out by they waste men

    Cristal by the case men, still living in his Mother’s basement

    The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men

    Need to take care of their three and four kids

    But they face a court case when the child support’s late

    Money taking and heart breaking now you wonder why women hate men

    The sleepy silent men, the punk domestic violence men

    Quick to shoot the scene, stop acting like boys and be men

    How you gonna win, when you ain’t right within?

    How you gonna win, when you ain’t right within?

    How you gonna win, when you ain’t right within?

    Come again

    Yo yo, come again

    Bro-straight come again

    Sit straight come again


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses



    (The Pharcyde - “Passin’ Me By” from the 1992 album Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde)

    Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian 

    And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion

    When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye 

    Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try? 

    Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance; 

    And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance 

    From a distance I desired, secretly admired her; 

    Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:

    My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well 

    Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you 

    When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp 

    Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp!

    'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so 

    And if I was your man then I would be true 

    The only lying I would do is in the bed with you 

    Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender 

    The letter came back three days later: return to sender 



    She keeps on passin me by

    She keeps on passin me by

    She keeps on passin me by


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses

    andre 3000

    Andre 3000
    (Outkast “Da Art Of Storytellin’ (Part 1) from the 1998 album Aquemeni) 

    Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
    I remember her number like the summer
    when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
    but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
    Well it was more like spend the night
    Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
    We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
    in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
    all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
    (aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
    I said what you wanna be, she said, “Alive” (hmm)
    It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
    I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
    Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
    to find lil Sasha was gone
    Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
    I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
    that I would one day see her standin in the front row
    But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
    With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper


    Favorite Hip-Hop Verses

    Mos Def

    Mos Def
    (Black Star feat Common “Respiration” from the 1998 album Black Star)

    The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
    Shinin, like who on top of this?
    People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin
    Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
    I’m wrestlin with words and ideas
    My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
    the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
    This ain’t no time where the usual is suitable
    Tonight alive, let’s describe the inscrutable
    The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
    Strength in metal and fiber optics
    where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
    for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
    Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
    Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
    is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
    No Batman and Robin, can’t tell between
    the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
    With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
    Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
    My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
    You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple
    is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
    You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
    Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
    Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
    My narrative, rose to explain this existance
    Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

    So much on my mind that it can’t recline
    Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
    Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
    Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
    Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
    I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathin
    Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
    Sigh before we die like the last train leaving