Freestyle Friday: Brand Nubian vs. Souls of Mischief

I know we haven’t been consistent with Freestyle Fridays, but hopefully this week will get some people hot. Props to Jigsaw for recommending this match up yesterday!

The idea behind Freestyle Friday is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Brand Nubian or Souls of Mischief. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. Brand Nubian, then Souls of Mischief, thenBrand Nubian , etc. If you want to drop a Souls of Mischief verse, wait until someone has dropped a Brand Nubian one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Brand Nubian:

“Now as I blast off with my curricula, comin perpendicular
Watch me kill it when I spill it, top bill it, shine like acrylic
Actions manifest with the strategy of chess
Hit you with more retardedness than the seed born from incest
Since the scrotum I was that brother
Ripped a hole in my daddy’s rubber
Swan dived into my mother
Left behind a thousand others
Caught one cat sittin in the egg, tossed him out he slid down the leg
Born months later, I come ridin down the escalator
The doctor tried to smack me but I caught him with a two piece
My pops said, “Son you did it right, aww man my shorty tight”
Then he passed the brother a mic and ever since my flow been tight
Come on — you gotta be kidding me if you think Brand Nu’ lost a step
and if you do go get a late pass cause you cats done overslept
Over two thousand emcees attend school at Haji Prep
Brand Nubian brothers, A alike, B alike, plus we see/C alike
Cause ain’t nuthin but that blazeness when these brothers touch the mic”

-Grand Pupa, “Brand Nubian ’98”

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Jigsaw

“Batting Practice” A-Plus from Souls

Yo, nineteen ninety-three
New year, new world champions
Hahaha like this

Yo, the ill-minded mack will find the facts
I rhyme and acts, niggaz bound til I’m attacks
When niggaz say I can’t rhyme I recline
I’m the first to tell you, I got G’s in my verse who tell me
It hurts a fella when I rip, because I’m sly slick
The nigga fly chicks ride dick with me
I’m leaving niggaz stranded man that’s how I planned it
Landed blows with my random flows
And it goes — a little something like this
And I might diss, with my right fist I strike kids like a pitcher do
I split your bitch you better switch or I twist ya
I play tricks like a mix
When booty niggaz miss the beat
I figure that they wack I go and get my bat and a pack of Swisher sweets
Plus be ill when I bust the grill but we chill
Who the fattest? {Hiero} It’s batting practice
skeme

BRAND NUBIAN “punks jump up to get beat down”

One day when I was ridin’ on the train I seen these two kids talkin’
About the nubian reign had fallen.
I didn’t say nothin’ cuz these kids caught my goat,
Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote.
So this kid with mouth swagger ’n I’ll blaze the cloak and dagger
So I gotta show dukes the macho lot that I am.
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
Oh yes, I’m the bad man, and bad men wear black.
And if it comes to droppin’ bombs, yo, I’m with that.
Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.
Don’t understand their ways I ain’t down with gays.
You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
When I was young I used to run with a notepad.
Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone…
Black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one,
Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot.
Diamond d threw me some smooth shit, bronx crowd roar.
Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
Okay it’s you, slim, the hard rock of the pack,
Don’t wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin’.
Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body’s swollen.
Why did I have to do it? he asked for it.
His man saw it, so it don’t mean shit to me.
He’s gone, that’s how it’s supposed to be….check it out now.
I ain’t goin’ out, man that short shit is dead,
Have you heard what I said? if not, ask the dread.
He got a can and that’s bad…similar to the one that I got from my own dad.
http://genius1981.wordpress.com Dirty Peddalz

“Anything Can Happen”-Tajai (Souls Of Mischief)
Yo
it’s like this and only this
so I’m go’n tell
Me and my moms in front of the mall and then I seen this nigga Ramel
From fifth grade
I knew this kid was swift
Paid was how his mind logged so he got his grind on
But now it’s years later
I say “Hey” ta him
He flash his fronts fulla AU and “Hey you!”
The warning drove from a Seville as it sped by
Lead fly ratta tat-tatta, his blood spatta
I strive ta, see the driva with my eye,
Moms grabbed sky, and caught lead in her thigh, I
Put her behind the trash can, dashed to my man,
It was to late, it’s sad that Ramel was perferated
Waited and sweated, for the medics as my moms bled
Even if he was alive at the scene, by now my man Ram’s dead
The cops do not care,
’cause our skin has too much shade in it’
They’ll dismiss this as some niggas misbehavin’
But I’ll never forget the driver of that blue Seville
And live for the day to bust shots in his grill,
But still, I can’t do this alone,
My crew’s live, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
skeme

BRAND NUBIAN “all for one”

On file is a style that’s why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I’m going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn’t hurt you just a nick
off your face don’t play possum
watch me and I’ll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob
Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don’t get in, then the x makes an exit
to the rear, I’m outta here, don’t front on my brothers
I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties it’s aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I’m doing him something awful
I’m a citizen and I’m lawful
I go to hunt another fall, rip the policemen’s ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I’m great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking
About days in the past when Derek X was last
but now I’m on the top damn news travels fast
cuz I’m like that! They can’t see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses
I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well
chillo

Get The Girl Grab The Money and Run – A-Plus

See, we too fly to be weak.
Telling hoes to step aside.
Be like “I ain’t the one,”
But get them sprung
When I’m erectified.
I betcha tried to get my dope, but nope.
Always cautious with my cash, cuz my dad told me so.
My rhyme will blow your foe away.
I know the way
to freak it, so hoes know the “A”.
skeme

BRAND NUBIAN “slow down”

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you’re getting thin you don’t care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got ‘em cause I hid ‘em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically you love to smoke the wools
The crackheads attract man they come up to my door
I don’t smoke gems so what they knocking for
Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
Street time is limited to days
On your crack card you’re getting only A’s and C’s for come back
Damn it’s a shame you’re the mighty queen of vowels
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
Used to walk with a swagger
Now you simply stagger
From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next
Bitch get a job
From me you won’t rob
Cause I’ll smack you with a hose filled with sand
Now give that to the crack man
You was fly once now you’re losing all your fronts
Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts
Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe
Took a long pull…hype
Yeah, head crack head crack
You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat
(Hey yo X, wasn’t that your girl?)
Yeah I had to drop her
Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn’t stop her
http://myspace.com/tokyocigarstyle Tokyo Cigar

Tajai from Souls of Mischief

Live and let live

Damn I wish, that I can have bliss, daily
Lately I try to speak my piece but words fail me
I’m dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil
I got to sweat the devil plus I got to sweat my people
Do I gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out
Your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead
Deceased I gotta a peace deeds ’cause the beast be
Lurkin up in them, so now I’m buckin them
And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks
You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks
You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this
But follow this down a dark alley and you’re catchin hollow tips
You got yo’ shit, I got mine, leave it at that
Respect d or thank me, when I shank thee
Necks, ’cause clever dreads can sever heads weasel
I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel
A law abiding citizen but shit it’s been long enough
Strong and tough, sniff this and you’re snuffed
Stifled, step lively, don’t try to bust me
Trust the fact that I’m friendly and you’ll plus see
I love humans, they hate, me
I’d love to live and let live but no-one’s d
So until then I chill when it’s possible
But I gotsta pull, pieces because we’re peaceless
Jigsaw

“Back up off the Wall” Lord Jamar – Brand Nubian

The second coming of Christ
I’ll make you run for your life
It’s like a gun up against a knife
You can never win, when we fight to the end
I’m tight with the pen
Don’t be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head
And showin off the skills of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any words get said
Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody’s fed with that
Y’all could go ahead with that
I’m trying to show you where my head is at
Dread be the positive black
Drop the B, you get lack
See you when you get back
Lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle
Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial
Microphone serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit seriously
Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out
skeme

DEL THE FUNKY HOMOSAPIEN feat. CASUAL & SOULS OF MISCHIEF
“burnt” (OPIO)

Be deep boom-
bob your head to this, mischievous
soul socidle,
idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter
might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme
but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
while the teapot blows steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip when I get drastic
stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic
and man with the vocal making the locals go insane
the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain
get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity
the one with liberated souls
-control for infinity
got style much slimma-kids’ got a body child
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
and I could keep poppin cause I’m trying to teach
a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant
listen, pay attention I’m the master of this convention
kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering
just like smiley
skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness
plus your wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I’m swift like murcury
nursing me
I show I’ve got the gift.

Freestyle Friday: Brand Nubian vs. Souls of Mischief

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