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Nas ‘Verbal Intercourse’ demo: ‘Deja Vu’

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“Put the CD on your tongue: yeah, that’s pure man.”
— Kanye West

Nas’ verse on ‘Verbal Intercourse’ is one of the greatest in hip hop history:

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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I’m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I’m grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me

It’s like a cycle, niggas come home, some’ll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual.

He first recorded this on a demo track called ‘Deja Vu’, a clear version of which was recently unearthed. It continues:

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They telling you your state of mind, like you worthless
So he curses, his moms saying bible verses, that’s all she works with
But miracles never leave the churches,
Instead it hits the pockets of the preacher just to purchase
A house with a swimming pool, labels me a sinning fool,
I’m just a nigga who inherited a winning jewel…

Zip of ‘Deja Vu’ (9 mb). [source]


Christina Aguilera + Le Tigre + Peaches: ‘My Girls’

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My girls wear lipstick while they’re making my beats,
They got guitar picks in their purses, Louboutins on their feet
They got no time for waiting in lines,
They got sex and 808s running through their dirty minds…


Biggie Smalls is the Illest

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Notorious B.I.G., Kick in the Door (1997) [youtube link]

Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that’s sick,
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo [chick],
I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
When I see ya I’ma Kick in the Door, waving the .44!

This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, stash that light shit, or scaling it

Ain’t no other king in this rap thing, they siblings,
Nothing but my chil’ren, one shot, they disappearing
It’s ill when, MC’s used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, “Ready to Die,” listened, studied shit

Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid!



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