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KOOL G RAP APPRECIATION THREAD

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KOOL G RAP_ IS UNDERRATTED< NO QUESTION... ONE OF THE BEST STORYTELLIN' EMCEES......

 

 

4,5,6 is one of the top ten hip hop albums of all times....

 

Does anybody know when he is releasing anything new, and what happened with the rawkus release?

 

 

 

Dope ass track: IT's A SHAME:

Artist: Kool G Rap

Album: 4, 5, 6

Title: It's a Shame

 

And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets

wearin Pele jackets

Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket

The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress

corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits

Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's

Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas

I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's

Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex

Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china

Sippin on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners

The Highness, kingpin of heroin

I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in

Handle business in each and every borough in

town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty

Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty

A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky

Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies

I learned from the best the ones that's livin

and the ones that's put to rest

So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes

And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps

The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap

 

Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler

It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler

 

I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing

 

 

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And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang

She sits at resteraunt tables with mink foxes and sables

Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle

And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce

She walks around with lucci in large amounts

Millions inside Swiss bank accounts

Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami

Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties

A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe

And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe

Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles

Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles

She's pretty under the New York city bright lights

and real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight

Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down

Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down

Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes

Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro

cause I ain't tryin to be broke

I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny

It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money

 

Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler

It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler

 

No it ain't no sleeping over (8X, then fade)

 

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from YRB:

 

 

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"I don't care if he has a million houses; he's still doing it for the love of music. That's our life."

 

However, when you actually sit down and chat with the lyricist slayer like I did, it?s a totally different painted picture. From speaking to Kool G Rap and his fam about proving oneself, politics, friends, DJ?s, Queens, lyrics, old school, new school, underground, commerical and even love, I have learned that there is another side to Kool G Rap that we don?t often get to know. There?s a lot more to Kool G Rap than what he rhymes about in his songs just as there is so much more to hip-hop than trying to earn respect. From the way Kool G Rap nonchalantly spoke about proving himself, it showed me that it was the last thing that would even bother him and that he had other things he wanted to talk about.

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Guest 455

yeah,yeah,yeah..............I think you troopers have slept on the single"On The Run"........check the remix.......or "Mobstas" off the '97 shit.-----can't forget "It's A Demo"....

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yes indeed its finally out.. who picked this gem up yet?

 

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Kool G Rap "The Giancana Story" CD [$15] Koch (KOC8471) w/free poster

 

 

YES, IT'S FINALLY COMING OUT. Surviving numerous street date and distribution changes, "The Giancana Story" remains one of the most highly anticipated releases of 2000/2001/2002, with hit singles such as "My Life", "Holla Back", "Streets" and "Thug For Life" now available on CD format for the first time. Includes an all star lineup of guest lyricists and producers, with collaborations with Capone-N-Noreaga, AZ, Havoc & Prodigy of Mobb Deep, DJ Premier, Bink Dog, Rockwilder, Buckwild, Young Lord and more. Order from Sandbox and get a FREE full-color 11 x 17 poster with your purchase!

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kool g rap: foul cats

 

Foul cats scheamin up the setup

Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up

Two in the head, leaded up

Call the coroners to make they bed up

Infrared shit from neck up

Before they got to lit the tec up

 

[Kool G Rap]

It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest up

The hollow tips ripped his vest up, son is messed up

and blessed up; call my cast up -- it's time to dress up

Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up

and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up

Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up

Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up

Pull the masks, pull the van up

These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats

Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?

Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?

(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gat

This hoodrat know where the nigga home at)

Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that

This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back

His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisin

Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short fusin

and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin

We hit the strip pickin up clues and

we on the heels of this nigga shoes and

out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwin

Pushin his whip with the ice cuban

Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece

to this nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise

from East New York, listen bitch, you better talk

Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk

Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you

we want your man, you understand?

The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got

five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"

Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these

Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G

I'm not lying," then the hoe started crying

We hit the road me and my niggaz flying

to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three flights up

He type buck, but I ain't givin a fuck

Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case

the nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front

Then we all started creepin, he stretched out

up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there

just peepin, money's about to get laced

My nigga Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face

Big Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way

to Amazing Grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns

Me and my two sons, he knew he was done

You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one

Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?

I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks

We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room

to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black

Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain

Went from being restrained to mad 'tane

Less than a moment nigga started zonin

His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen

His bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her

with the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin

Cocked back, I had to finish this, know my stee'

we leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises

 

Outro

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you cant even fuck with this song

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Re: yes indeed its finally out.. who picked this gem up yet?

 

Originally posted by ETHREADZNY

http://sandbox.pair.com/images/koc8471.gif'>

 

 

Kool G Rap "The Giancana Story" CD [$15] Koch (KOC8471) w/free poster

 

 

YES, IT'S FINALLY COMING OUT. Surviving numerous street date and distribution changes, "The Giancana Story" remains one of the most highly anticipated releases of 2000/2001/2002, with hit singles such as "My Life", "Holla Back", "Streets" and "Thug For Life" now available on CD format for the first time. Includes an all star lineup of guest lyricists and producers, with collaborations with Capone-N-Noreaga, AZ, Havoc & Prodigy of Mobb Deep, DJ Premier, Bink Dog, Rockwilder, Buckwild, Young Lord and more. Order from Sandbox and get a FREE full-color 11 x 17 poster with your purchase!

 

 

got it, its hot.

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I didn't hear that his latest album came out. Kool G Rap is one of my favourite emcees of all time, and he never gets old. He is one of the kings, and rarely do I make a mix without him up on it. I have to add that his lyrics on "Know Da Game" w/Mobb Deep and MOP are some of his best, to me.

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that Giancanna Story shit is already out - i got the Kweli and was pretty let down.. cause kweli is real dope but the album is soft

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QUEENS NYC

 

Limmie start off by saying it's about time someone started a thread for this nigga. I was first on to g-rap back when Poison dropped as a single when Kool Dj Red Alert played it back in like 86-87. NOBODY can see him lyrically. My personal favorite has to be Wanted Dead Or Alive. Giancanna Stories is alright..not his best work. G-rap needs a nigga like Preme to do his album and that would be hip-hop history. Roots Of Evil was another FUCKEN SICK album. Foul Cats..sick! Thug Love Story..cmon..the illest. I fucken hate rap now..everybody sucks especially these so-called underground rappers. This cat tried to put me on to this rapper named Bus Driver, saying he was"tight". I was laughing hysterically when I heard his shit. Is this what hip-hop is suppossed to be. WACK! Fucken niggas like BIG L was really bringing heat to the game. Some REAL shit.

Back to G. That cat a few threads up that loves 4,5,6,...i agree...Executioner Style is one of my ALL TIME favorite joints. I just hope he can keep his production on point. Live and Let Die produced by Sir Jinx was crap. Except of course Ill Street Blues who was done by someone else.

Peace to G-Rap Corona Queens baby!

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"Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

A team from out of Queens with the american dream

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream"

 

 

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Re: QUEENS NYC

 

Originally posted by Fresh147

Limmie start off by saying it's about time someone started a thread for this nigga. I was first on to g-rap back when Poison dropped as a single when Kool Dj Red Alert played it back in like 86-87. NOBODY can see him lyrically. My personal favorite has to be Wanted Dead Or Alive. Giancanna Stories is alright..not his best work. G-rap needs a nigga like Preme to do his album and that would be hip-hop history. Roots Of Evil was another FUCKEN SICK album. Foul Cats..sick! Thug Love Story..cmon..the illest. I fucken hate rap now..everybody sucks especially these so-called underground rappers. This cat tried to put me on to this rapper named Bus Driver, saying he was"tight". I was laughing hysterically when I heard his shit. Is this what hip-hop is suppossed to be. WACK! Fucken niggas like BIG L was really bringing heat to the game. Some REAL shit.

Back to G. That cat a few threads up that loves 4,5,6,...i agree...Executioner Style is one of my ALL TIME favorite joints. I just hope he can keep his production on point. Live and Let Die produced by Sir Jinx was crap. Except of course Ill Street Blues who was done by someone else.

Peace to G-Rap Corona Queens baby!

 

Ill Street was Polo? On 4,5,6 I liked It's A Shame. Executioner Style was (as always) lyrically superb, but I think that beat was way ahead of it's time. I'm still not feeling it that much. Shit, I wish I'd heard of him when you did. That's the problem with being young and from a next country. Roots Of Evil may be his best album, but then I hear his real old songs with Polo and I reconsider. But you are right. Very few, if anyone, can touch G RAP's flow. He, along with Tragedy, is in my books as an "INTELLIGENT Hoodlum".

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Originally posted by Weapon X

I didn't hear that his latest album came out. Kool G Rap is one of my favourite emcees of all time, and he never gets old. He is one of the kings, and rarely do I make a mix without him up on it. I have to add that his lyrics on "Know Da Game" w/Mobb Deep and MOP are some of his best, to me.

 

Yo, I'll leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted

And police'll have to fish run ballistics on a biscuit, another statistic

I tried to chill but you insisted coming all in my district

I don't know why the fuck you risk it

I be more deep, walking the streets, packing the heat

Bring the cowmeat, get lifted off your feet

and leave you sleeping on the concrete

Get blown at home or whatever is on your bone

Get one flown to your dome, blow chromosones out your flesh and bones

Hitman for hire, who's the next one to expire

Suited up in black attire, hit you up with the rapid fire

The stainless biscuit will leave your brain smoking

Your whole frame broken and clothes soakin', head blown the fuck open

Try to step inside my fort and get caught

With the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New York

Then decompose, blood flows are holes in your clothes, eyes closed

Body be frozed, posing for pictures with a rose

Head to your toes, look like you got wetted with a hose

The road you choose got your brain drainin' through your nose, nigga

So who be commiting crimes, dangerous minds, put two to your spine

Lay you down behind enemy lines

When we cross it and leave you leaking like a broken faucet

The underworld production family can reinforce it

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Bass, snare drum in your eardrum

Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum

Energy enters me, power absorbed

Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord

Kool G Rap the lyric dictator

DJ Polo the fader operator

Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh

All spectators will be brainwashed

Sons, daughters, paper reporters

Receive my command and follow our orders

Poetry slavery biters observe

This is hip-hop your optical nerve

Deserves no need to explain

Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain

Maintain order with pain, well

Only a lamebrain will be expelled

Big boss, swift with force

And of course, you'll be driven off-course

Banded, musically blended

Complete the beat and end it, splendid

 

<break>

Put you in a (trance)

With the rhymes that I (express)

Yo I'mma put you in a (trance)

With the rhymes that I (express)

 

Words I chant my competitors can't

Physical structure is of a power plant

Mic master interpretating faster

Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster

I display and MC's pray

Cause under x-ray they are Parkay

And artificial down to their initial

In no position to be official

In hip-hop not the surface or the median

I'm at the top you're a clown and a comedian

A big waste of wax plus tax

Your royalties couldn't buy a can of Ajax

Not energetic rhymes are pathetic

My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic

Fascinating revolving and rotating

That's how the record starts motivating

 

<break>

 

Vocally discharging lyrics like magic

Poetical recital is vital and tragic

Strikes are fatal on the mic I label

Me Kool G Rap and Polo on the table

Violators and intruders

I'll exile barbarian style like an executor

Then muta-late later

Copycatters I batter, G Rap impersonators

Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution

Record rotation forms a revolution

The spin extends another plate blends and

It corresponds to the message I've sent

Even destroy boys with a safety pen

Men who try to dis I discipline

Then I'll diminish, cities I conquer

If I'm a toy boy, I'm tough as Tonka

Visualize me on your MTV

These rhymes I design is called poetry

 

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