My New Year’s resolution: Persist to end all wack MC confusion.
Wild Child, “Weededed,” from Lootpack’s Soundpieces: Da Antidote, 1999
Come on, let’s be real:
You only think you can deal.
That’s why i’m holdin’ the steel,
I rock shit to make you feel
Like, damn that looks easy! Maybe I can do it.
So you take a fat beat and put your wack rhymes to it.
And God only knows what can make you pursue it,
For those who can’t dance and clap your hands to it.
– Everlast, “No Doubt,” from House of Pain’s Truth Crushed to Earth Will Rise Again, 1996
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.
GZA, “Liquid Swords,” Liquid Swords, 1995
I cannot stand no wack MC.
So step back if you please,
And don’t test me, you’re history.
Del the Funky Homosapien, “Wack M.C.’s,” No Need for Alarm, 1993
Too many MC’s take that word ‘emcee’ lightly;
They can’t Move a Crowd, not even slightly.
KRS-One, “MC’s Act Like They Don’t Know,” KRS-One, 1995
Your whole vocabulary’s played out, admit it.
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
Redman, “Pick It Up,” Muddy Waters, 1996
It don’t make sense: either you a soldier from the start,
Or a actor with a record deal tryin’ to play the part.
Xzibit, “Paparazzi,” At the Speed of Life, 1996
Hip-hop is universal now, it’s all commercial now.
It’s like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now.
Eminem, “If I Get Locked Up,” from Funkmaster Flex and Big Kap’s The Tunnel, 1999
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp,
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp,
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll,
Rhyme to destroy anything, toy boy.
On the microphone:
I’m Poppa Large, big shot on the East Coast.
Kool Keith, “Poppa Large,” from Ultramagnetic MC’s Funk Your Head Up, 1992
The 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb,
We’re rollin’ Rainier, and the jealous wanna get some.
Every time we do the sucka MC’s wanna battle,
I’m the man they love to hate, the J.R. Ewing of Seattle…
Sir Mix-a-Lot, “My Posse’s on Broadway,” SWASS, 1988