MC means Move The Crowd
There is always debate on who is the best at something. Yours truly, generally steers clear of this debate because there is simply no way to definitively label someone as being the best at something. There is always going to be a compelling counterargument from another enthusiast. However (here I go contradicting myself again), the Words.worth continues to find himself in a quandary that intrigues him. If there was a true way to define the best. Who would it be?Hip-hop culture is a driving force in not only my community but, in the world economy as well. It is so much more than that "Get Rich or Die Trying" album some of you may have secretly stashed at the back of your music collection. It is an attitude, it is frustration, it is swagger, it is passion, it is hunger, it is a voice, it is humanity and it is history.
From this culture an art-form was born from under the constellation Kool Hercules. Since its grass roots forty years ago there has been a number of loyal disciples to enter its proverbial lyrical kingdom. This kingdom is one that this blog will explore in depth over the next couple weeks segment by critical segment. This kingdom is Rap music, the off-shoot of Hip-Hop culture and the voice of a frustrated generation. There will be much that will be debateable and a lot that will be viewed as biased but, this is a promise. Everything that will be shared is based on over twenty years of research and loyal fanship.
First the Greatest MC's of all time. Today will be an examination of MC's 10- 20.
26 Jadakiss
25) Melle Mel
24) Queen Latifah
23) Beanie Sigel
22) Mos Def
21) Ghostface

I look into her eyes, she's so young
but I know, where she's comin from
I've watched her grow, little girl down the street
White shirts and skirts with pleats
She cried, fear in her voice
Not knowing, she had a choice
Oh so sad, oh so lonely
If she knew that she's not the only
one in school that didn't use the caution
Facin, raisin a baby or abortion
Her mother said she had to leave
Who wants to be where a baby is not received
No ultimatum, she's goin to the G.Y.N.
to put it to an end
She's learned a lesson I suppose
I can tell, eyes are the soul
19)WC...I am always amazed at how a lot of right wing people can be critical of Gangsta Rap

Now feds in undies when the gummy thirsty homies
Looking funny
I converted the street like the rap money
And now its all about the benjis and with this pen
Like pussy I pimp this lyrics like pimping ken
Leaning in my cadillac Buffing on a De la Hoya
Checking for neighboors and high powered lawyers

And we can find the rhyme to fill in space
And drop the bass with a taste of light Lyrical perfection,
see I'm equipped to um Open your mind like a Christmas gift
It's '89, the new school is needed Originals, see nobody can do it like we did
The D-O to the C-O,a deuce not a trio Me-o, mi-o, spin a chump like a gyro
Hard, dangerous, suckers angle this Cut is raw, why?
Cause they can't handle this Loot to bring, and I take a second to rock the rhythm
And stay smooth like a prism
A Portrait of a Masterpiece,
It's Funky Enough Cause Dre told me it has to be
17)MC Ren...What would happen if a fed up teen decided to start

Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me
And run me outa my neighborhood
They label me as a dope dealer Yo!
And say that I'm no good
But they took our jobs so a nigga would have to go out
Gave us some dope on the corner so they could show out
When the cops came, they gave a fake name
Because the life in the streets is just a head game
So therefore, to make more
A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest

Let's do the math - if I was black,
I woulda sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I could rap, so fuck school,
I'm too cool to go back
Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin studio's at
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up I was like
Fuck it - until I met Dre, the only one to look past
Gave me a chance and
I lit a FIRE up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top,
every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange
for every white fan that he's got
Like damn; we just swapped
sittin back lookin at shit, wow
I'm like my skin is it startin to work to my benefit now?
15) Slick Rick...So you want to know how to tell a story in your raps. Well the blueprint (no

I said, "It don't matter, see, I'm not picky (word)
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky:
R -- Ravishing
I -- Impress
C -- Courageous; so careless
K -- for the Kangols which I've got that I wear everyday and
Y -- why not?
To fight's not right that I recite and
I'm.. quite polite like Walter Cronkite"
Well, just about then, Trevor my friend came in He said,
"Hey Rick, don't you know playin with these snakes is a sin?!?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store He said,
"I don't want to see you playin with these lowlifes no more!
Now come along, we have a party to attend With some real mature women and some more
of her friends" He hailed down a cab and he waited for a minute
And as the cab came, he thrusted me in it!
And as we were leavin and drivin along I could hear a melody as Mona sang a song

Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8
Or 9-1-4, I love it hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imaginary worlds we could both explore
(Hello) Baby what you wearin right now?
(Hot pants) My girl ain't around, let's get down
And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap
(I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back)
(Nigga you like that?) You see I'm runnin up my bill
Momma might hear me, but you just too ill
I got your flicks lined up, stereo low
Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow
If I was there what would you do? (I'd lay you on your back)
(Ride or die daddy, and I love it like that)
13)Big Daddy Kane...Nations of Gods and Earths (5 percent nation)

I say the mother, as in the motherland But on the other hand,
another man Tackled and shackled our ancestors
But we beat him with freedom,
so let's bless the Country that we all came from
Because the moral of it all is we shall overcome
The cream will keep rising
We be sizing Up,
the Asiatic one is enterprising Building and building to carry on
All the way from Malcolm X to Farrakhan
Martin Luther was a tutor, many were pupils
Those who fell victim were those without scruples
However, to sever, we could never
So hold up the peace sign and stand together
Take heed to the words that I manifest
And when I'm through speaking, Marley Marl will do the rest

Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever
Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style
They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now
So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes
Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks
Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed
And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks
With the machette, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie
I represent uno tres nueve
Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh
11)Kool G Rap...Remember when P.Diddy first introduced the

Welcome to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin in traffic
Claimin they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin for stackage
Get brains from the (?), keep blingin with karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic
And if that beef on the street - hate you enough,
blow out ya brain in ya casket
3 Comments:
Yo Cuz. I am impressed. We don't really disagree very much, but since some of my top 10 are in your top 20, I wait with bated breath. I will be interested to see where --if anywhere--AZ ranks.
BTW- my top 10 verses are posted. I am sure there is room for wild disagreement there.
Yo LB. You telling me GRap, BDK and Pretty Ricky did not make your top ten?
You know you gone have to explain that one.
Sonny I can't give the goods away pre-maturely cuz then you would lose respect for me and stop calling me(reading my blog). lol
Say link you know how hard this was for me and how much effort I put into this list. My propensity for the story-teller almost had Pretty Ricky in the top ten but, then I found more than 10 guys that I rate ahead of him.
RIP Big Hawk. The H-A-W-K
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