Sick Song Saturday

Those of you who have been around me long enough know I am prone to many boisterous and bold claims. The most consistent of which, my claim that Cormega is the greatest rapper ever, generally falls on deaf ears even though I feel it is not the least bit bold. Generally these claims end with me throwing up my hands in disgust and agreed that Cormega is the greatest rapper ever in MY opinion. I truly don't feel you can get a good feel for him as a rapper unless you hear everything. I recommend giving a listen to every verse of his you can find. Right now I leave you with one of my favorite songs and one of his better verses... Keep in mind, neither is his best work, just what I have been listening to recently. That's how dope this dude is... or in his words "Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs"

"I paint a picture vividly as if Picasso's spirit entered me/ Staring at the heavens/ Secluded in a tinted jeep/ I'm sick of hearing eulogies/ I realize my/ Nigga Blue is a reminder of my past like Greek ruins yet his seed keeps blooming/ Unaffected by police intrusions/ Or street illusions we were consumed with/ I've even grown away from/ people I grew with/ I mean we cool but I don't need the bullshit/ My mood could switch easily/ From smooth to ruthless/ We ain't built the same so mind games are useless/ Time's change/ Like the climate/ I changed/ Check the forecast/ I reign (rain)."

Cormega - The Saga (The Realness)  <-- Dope song

And the illest verse of the decade goes to Mega...  3rd verse by the way but give Lake a listen as well.

"Niggas rap about the game but never been in it/ Mega's equivalent to Eric Dickerson/ Incredibly gifted/ The thoroughest lyrics since the era of Sega Genesis/ Float like a Pegasus/ my potential is infinite/ I was blessed with a gift to spit so hard and strenuous/ It resonates through prison gates and halls of tenements/ Where dealers rise and fall like temperatures/ Cold bodies make the block hot as Caribbeans its real in the field/ Serious I got a myriad of skills/ You aint feelin me/ Do you/ I'll do me and you ain't gotta deal with it/ That G-O-Rilla shit had Lake and me facing sentences that's continuous/ So I send what I can/ Or visit friends in the 'pen like ink/ The streets know who the realest is/ We go deep like syringes/ and bring heat like Shaquille and them/ I drop jewels and rock clearer ones and popped many guns/ On the block when we chopped and measured up"   Seriously... illest verse.

Cormega & Lake - The Oath (My Brother's Keeper)

Sick Song Saturday

Wow... I really can't believe more people haven't caught on to Freddie Gibbs yet (you know who you are).  He is the present and future of hip hop. I have no hesitations in saying he is the best rapper out right now. He absolutely murders everything he is on. My personal judgement of a classic album is whether I listen to every song, every time I play an album. While it is too soon to judge, I enjoy putting on Gibbs because I can just let the tracks spin. Today's sick song Saturday: Freddie Gibbs -- The Coldest (Str8 Killa) <-- ITunes (now)

WARNING: If you don't like offensive or potentially racially charged language, please do not read on.

"...no songs spinnin so I resort to the zone flippin./ Something must be wrong wit him./ He takin this shit for granted./ Try to write up in the house with no lights,/ you'll understand it./ I can't teach you how to dougie/ but I can teach you bout this thuggin./ Keepin it thorough./ Keep your mouth closed nigga./ Keep it one hundred./ Keep your hand up out my goddamn pocket/ and keep it pushin./ Keep the reefer, keep the white, keep the soft,/ or just keep it cookin./ But keep in mind that any given day you could die for this./ As I bag this dope I'm prayin one day that I could just/ make an honest piece of change./ Prolly change the way I live./ MJ fadeaway,/ I'm somethin niggas can't defend./ Gangsta Gibbs./ Fresh out the fridge, forty below flow./ No introduction needed cuz niggas already know so..."

Sick Song Saturday

I just got back from a birthday dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Absolutely delicious, incredibly filling. While driving home I needed something chill to listen to while digesting my cheese fries and wings. The problem is my mind was focused on driving while trying not to "take my talents to South Beach" all over the seat. I couldn't think of anything other than those two quite important issues, so I threw the IPod on shuffle... Well what do you know, "High Life" by U.G.K. came on. Needless to say I put the track on repeat and my ride home was relaxing... Almost too relaxing, but you all don't need to hear that.

"...because it ain't like they make higher levels gainable/ and that full piece of American pie/ just ain't attainable. So how can I sustain a full life/ before death. Man I'm left out here to make it by my god damn self/ Now come on..."

U.G.K. -- High Life (Ridin Dirty-1996)