HOT ONES - Redman - How High

Up until about '96 Redman was my favorite rapper. He can still spit, but his old stuff is some of the best that rap has to offer. I can't forget The Blues Brothers themed video for this joint either. That was classic. Merry Early Christmas courtesy of Reggie Noble.

Redman - "How High" - Sixth Verse

"Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya,
Enter the center, lyrics bang like rico-chet,
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit.
I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and test,
Who split your vest?
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon,
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina.
Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section 8 Bit-ches,
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures.
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens.
Fuck the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad Magazine.
I fly more heads than Continental,
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental.
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks.
I breaks em off proper,
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg.
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine-nickel
Punk ass, pussy ass
Word up Tical, We Out!"

HOT ONES - Big Pun - The Dream Shatterer

I love lyrics. I love when artists go hard (no homo) and really let their lyrical ability shine in their music. So I figured I'd spotlight some of my favorite rap verses of all time on The Chop Up in a feature I so cleverly named "Hot Ones." Okay, it might not really be that clever, but "Hip Hop Quotable" was already taken dammit! On the debut installment of "Hot Ones" Christoper "Big Pun" Rios shows why he is the numero uno when it comes to Latin rappers.

Big Pun - "The Dream Shatterer" - First Verse

"Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team,
Your squadron will be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden.
I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead,
So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head.
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap, cause he ain't worth jack,
Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap,
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crackhand him his purse back.
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull,
Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal,
Cole like Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's packing,
The ones, magnums, cannons and Gatling guns.
It's Big Pun. The one and only son of Tony....Montana,
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana.
C'mon-pana we need more rhymers, feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda,
A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona.
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana,
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna,
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma."