|forgive my lateness dirt, its just hard for me to say "goodbye"...
||[Dec. 19th, 2004|02:04 am]
|[||What's on blast?
|||||"nigga please" by the ol' dirty bastard||]|
he had no father to his style. no one sounded like him before he came on the scene and no one will sound like him now that he is gone. his existence was that of an enigma and a riddle, all wrapped in a contradiction. his flow and lyrics were the epitome of organized confusion, at times dirty made no sense but once you realized what kind of person was spitting these lyrics of total jibberish, it made COMPLETE sense. rza, wu tang member and the ol' dirtys' cousin, nailed it right on the head when he said that ol dirty is the "mad scientist of hip hop". he was completely brilliant and completely insane at the same time.(he once took a limo to pick up his welfare check, no shit. he had mtv film it) out of the 9 members of the illest hip hop crew ever, he had NO TROUBLE standing out. especially on record, his verse on "da mystery of chessboxin" is to me arguably one of the greatest hip hop verses ever. ONE OF THE GREATEST...HIP...HOP...VERSES...EVER. on straight 'lyrical prowess', that verse SHOULD go down in rap history, on straight 'delivery' alone...it will. be sure to rest easy up there russell. peace to the gods cause "big baby jesus" is in heaven now.
"brooklyn zoo" by the ODB:
"Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain`t none of them niggas can`t fuck with me!
What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!
Dirt fuck you up right now! What? What? What?
I bust your motherfuckin ass boy!
I ain`t no motherfuckin joke, you know who you talkin to
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol` Dirty Bastard, I fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo
He ain`t sayin nothin, fuck him!)
I`m the one-man army, Ason
I`ve never been tooken out, I keep MC`s lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
`cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix
This style, I`m mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn`t even kill with Midol
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well, fuck it, now you`re learnin
how, I don`t even like your motherfuckin profile
Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin
Before you knew a whole fuckin lot
Your ass don`t wanna get shot
A lot of MC`s came to my showdown
To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
without a doubt I`ve never been tooken out
by a nigga, who couldn`t figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn`t figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn`t figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
how to pull a fuckin gun trigger
I said "Get the fuck outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that`ll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo fuck that nigga`s name
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That`s why I give you more of the raw
talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC`s I`ll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won`t know
I`m homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I`ve had it my nigga, you can suck my diiick
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep`
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who`s there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin `cause raw`s what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back..."
It sucks that ODB is dead
definetly one of the coolest mcs ever
the night he died i was so damn sad...one of my cats is named big baby jesus, and now it's all on her to keep him going
i was at work on my phone reading the headlines on the net, and the headline started: ODB collapses in studio... i was oh shit what happened? i hope he's alright. then i click to read the entire article and the line actually was: ODB collapses and studio, dies at 33 or something and i was like "WHAT?! NOOOOOOOO!"
im thinking of naming of my kids middle name "dirt mgirt" to honor him.
Was that ODB rapping in the first part of of Tearz (After the Laughter)? I'm not an expert on the styles of all the rappers...
naw thats actually his cousin, the RZA. that verse is fucking fresh too though. thats one of my favorite cuts from that album. ghostface murders it on that track too.
my mom and odb's mom are like sisters
so its muy sad; i appreciate your devotion
i love your sneaker collection
you're uber ill.
thats all ;)
2004-12-22 12:01 am (UTC)
Re: i dont know you but...
out of all the cookie cutter emcees out there, its tragic that one of the few with a totally original voice had to be the one to go.
and thanks for the kind words concerning my sneaker collection.
that's sad yo...O.D.B. was sweet