Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.
- MF Doom, “Rhymes Like Dimes,” Operation: Doomsday!, 1999
Bullets ain’t racial, kid, they only hate you.
- Kool G. Rap, “The Realest,” from Mobb Deep’s Murda Muzik, 1999
I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once.
Ass so fat that you could see it from the front…
Ass so fat that you could see it from the front…
- Mos Def, “Ms. Fat Booty,” Black on Both Sides, 1999
The sunset looks beautiful over the projects…
What a shame, it ain’t the same where we stand at.
If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off.
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off.
What a shame, it ain’t the same where we stand at.
If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off.
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off.
- Prodigy, “Streets Raised Me,” Murda Muzik, 1999
The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hip
Smash any splitter or fastball—that’ll be it…
Smash any splitter or fastball—that’ll be it…
- Pharoahe Monch, “The Next Shit,” Internal Affairs, 1999
Now I’ve got the world swingin’ from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
- Willie D., “Damn it Feels Good to Be a Gangsta,” from Geto Boys’ Uncut Dope, 1999
