[Nino 2.1]

Aux amateurs d'Hip Hop et de punch-lines : le "clash, battle ou beef" fait partie intégrante de la culture Hip Hop et, malgré quelques rares évènements malheureux, ces duels nous ont livré de sérieuses envolées lyricales.

Aux passionés de musique et d'Hip Hop (et aux autres aussi...) comme moi ce topic est à nous !












2 Pac feat Tha Outlawz : "Hit 'Em Up"

Instru reprenant le sample utilisé par Junior MAFIA (protégés de Biggie). Tout le monde y prend pour son grade : Notorious BIG, Puff Daddy, Lil' Kim, Junior MAFIA, Mobb Deep, Chino XL...
Une tuerie !

[Nino 2.1]

(tuerie envers Snoop Doggy Dogg & Dr.Dre) 1993

Spoiler

Paroles :

[Intro: loud booming voice that echoes]
Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton

[quiet voice that whispers]
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
that your fans understand when you talk about playin me
The same records that you makin is payin me
Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season
to let the real motherfuckin G's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck ya found a anorexic rapper?
Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day")
But "Dre Day" only make Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang"
But on his old album cover he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
motherfuckin real G's!

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."

[Verse Two: Dresta]
Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture
the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor
who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
of niggaz in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin work
So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk
Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters
This is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggaz can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that!
But niggaz like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects
Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time
And your set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya
So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez
motherfuckin real G's

[Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out]
Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I haveta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you're dealin with some real motherfuckers
G's, nigga please, don't try to step
cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin
Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez
and ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin G's

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit
Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
some niggaz think it makes a man
Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick
from wearin lipstick, to smokin on chronic at pic-nics
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga
that ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E's
Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin G's!

[repeat 5X]
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now; Eazy-Duz-It"

Eazy-E feat Dresta & BG Knocc Out : "Real Muthaphackkin' G's"

[Funky Danza]

Ah Nino tu m'fais plaisir là, un p'tit topic rap pour concurrencer le topic chevelu plus bas.

C'est strictement limité au diss ou on peut causer Hip-Hop au sens large ?

"Hit'em Up", le diss le plus rageux de tous les temps, y avait que 2Pac pour aller aussi loin.

Bon ça va pas te faire plaisir car j'ai cru comprendre que tu affectionnais MC Eiht mais je dois placer cette track de DJ Quik.

DJ Quik - Dollaz + Sense



Et Westside Connection qui diss Cypress Hill.

Westside Connection - King of The Hill

[Funky Danza]

Puisqu'on en parle, on ne peut pas passer à côté de cette tuerie de Cypress Hill.

Cypress Hill - Get Out of my Head

[Nino 2.1]

Funky Danza, le 12 June 2012 - 21:20, dit :

Ah Nino tu m'fais plaisir là, un p'tit topic rap pour concurrencer le topic chevelu plus bas.

C'est strictement limité au diss ou on peut causer Hip-Hop au sens large ?

Je pensais à créer un topic Hip Hop en plus. Un topic plus général...

Funky Danza, le 12 June 2012 - 21:20, dit :

Bon ça va pas te faire plaisir car j'ai cru comprendre que tu affectionnais MC Eiht mais je dois placer cette track de DJ Quik.

Et voilà la réponse de MC Eiht

Spoiler

Paroles :

You got it started, so let me finish
Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga
It's time to pull your fucking card
Bookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard
Huh, you tried to put it to the test
But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga
Call me the night creeper, the Grim Reaper
Like Boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper
Uh, say hello to the motherfucking two
And try to pimp like you're so damn cool
Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead
Save the drama for your mama cause Eiht flies lead
Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side
Eiht a loaded lit clip and Quik died
I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Now throw your fucking hands in the air
When Eiht is evil cause I got the damn Desert Eagle, nigga
You on your ass like fast in a trap
Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat
Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight
Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with Eiht

Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x)

I need two straps to complete the task
Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass
Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
Named David, they should call you Silly Billy
Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly
And you don't want to see me
DJ Quik in a khaki bikini
You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker
Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
You can't handle these things when I slang
Cheap like SWV you're too weak
Put your shit up on a hanger
Never could you fade a Compton banger
Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows
Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes
No sing no dance, no dance no sing
Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
Def Wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed
Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
Just some more Eiht shit for that punk that I pop
Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
Uh, don't fuck with Eiht, bitches, sing

Funky Danza, le 12 June 2012 - 21:20, dit :

Et Westside Connection qui diss Cypress Hill.

Westside Connection - King of The Hill

"Petite" réponse de Cypress Hill à Ice Cube & Mack 10

Spoiler

Paroles

[Shag]
Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War")
Ding Ding Muthafucka
It's round two
I got my nuts and my denim, fool
You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We from the evil side, boy

Chorus: B-Real [Shag]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

[B-Real]
In about four seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's verse]
It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you hoes
With "No Vaseline"
You could be the big fish
Bring your drama
Fuck your mama
I'll bring the pack of piranhas
You tried to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video
You get addicted
You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass
You're the King of punks
King of busters
King of thieves
Now get down of your fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to sucking

You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren
Dub's cool
But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly little philly
I'm back tearing'
Can you really see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little frame
How can I miss?
I'll twist your cap and take your name
Analyze it
My name should be Mack 11
I'm a higher caliber MC
There's no question
Anytime you wann run up
You get dealt with
You get melted
"Check Yo' self" (bitch check it)
Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!)
Shag (spoken):
You and Wack 10
Can't deal with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck y'all
So what'cha wanna do?
Bring it on, nigga
This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family
Shag's verse:
Mack 10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's take it to the streets
And fight like real g's
What you niggaz wanna do?
You can't fuck with these
Ain't never had a strap
Now you wanna gangsta rap
Come can't to your hood
'Cause you're scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, this is war
Everybody on the floor
When I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to your jaw
Fuck you
Fuck your mama
Fuck your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down wit'
Unoriginal
Can't stand bitch made niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an actor
Not a muthafuckin' killa
What neighborhood you from?
What don't you ever done?
When the shit goes down
You the first one to run
Everytime you talk
Got a mouth full of drama
Only missing you done
Is going to church wit'cha mama
B-Real's verse:
You got the Real-a
Swingi' of fmy nuts
Cube Killa
Break yourself niga, huh!
Give a lick-a
You ain't a killa
You a busta
Muthafucka
Bitch made niggaz
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's nuts
Now he's all in your guts
You wannabe like him
But you got no skills
If he's the king
You must be the queen of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no respect
No doubt
Westside Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you hang
With real g niggaz
Bring your clique on
You wanna scrap
So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
Mack 10
I gibe you a year
I guarantee
You'll realize that you're getting' fucked
And you'll run to me
You pretty little trick
You look real sweet (Mmmm!)
I should make you one of my hoes like
Cube was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio gangsta
You should win an award
For most outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you been through
What you're going through
East Side family, nigga
What you wanna do?

[Shag]
Eastside!
That's right nigga!
East muthafuckin' side
'Til' we die, nigga!
Fuck all you punk ass niggaz!
Cube 187
Mack 10 187
Any other unk ass nigga
Who wanna take this beat
187
We hit niggaz up like that
We bicoastal, nigga
Cypress Hill family
Niggaz better recognize
We here to chastise
Nigga, hoo bangin'
That's how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, West coast
We don't give a fuck
Talk shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel, nigga
Niggaz get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew nigga
I represent muthafucka
How does that sound nigga
Cypress Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the fuck out man…)
(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man...)

[Nino 2.1]

Kurupt (du Dogg Pound) : "Calling Out Names" (1999)
Morceau dédicacé à DMX, Nas, Ja Rule, Ruff Ryders, Foxy Brown, Irv Gotti...

Spoiler

Sup Fred?
Gangsta shit
West Coast...

[Verse One]

Niggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaFUCK the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:

Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX
Extraordinary, trynna snatch my bitch
You can have the bitch, two bitches gettin' rich
Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New York
They actin' like a bitch New York
Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my niggas - cool
Def Squad and DefJam, but fuck Ja Rule
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz ‘ll sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do:

Get ya'll niggas, slap ya'll niggas like bitches
Dippin' through the ‘hood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac last week
Wit' a new bitch since my old bitch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names

[Break]

*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"

[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]

"It's for my niggas and my bitches,
my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and
my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!"

Callin' Out Names!

(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)



[Verse 2]

I don't give a fuck
Catch me in da ‘hood all blue Chucks, gangbanged the fuck out Cuz
Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
And all the rest of ya'll niggas who Ryde Ruff get these
I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again
Kurupt said it mothafucka from beginnin' to end
You salamander-ass caterpillar-ass mothafucka
Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa mothafucka
If it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest for they chest
Quoted from a fucka homie X
The Lox ya'll my mothafuckas, can't forget ya'll
And that's spoken on from the mothafuckin Dogg
All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this
Eat a fat dick bitch
I'm Callin Out Names!

[Break]

Fuck Ruff Ryder
Fuck The Firm
Fuck Belly

Kurupt says fuck ‘em

[Chorus]

Nigga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you
But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you
I cause brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think
Lettin' off caliber's ‘til the chamber need to be changed
Empty out, simply don't tempt me,
I empty out until everything in this mothafucka's gone
I empty house off of empty rounds
Now what the fuck you gotta say?
What the fuck you wanna see? The homie's on my K
I never worry ‘bout none of ya'll so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!)
The Gang, we master blast and maintain
Weed money cocaine got us all insane
Bitch niggas remember even though the times may change
I want Kurupt said it nigga, and I'm Callin' Out Names

[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"

[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]

"It's for my niggas and my bitches,
my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and
my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!"

West Coast! Bout Time!

(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

Let's start!



Coasta' nigga!

(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

Holla at'cha boy… On the West Coast… get at me homie!



(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

[Nino 2.1]

Jack Brown (Nèg' Marrons) : "Gladiator 2002" (morceau qui entraîné la fin de carrière grand public de Lord Kossity ! )

[Funky Danza]

Bruce Lee Vs Clint Eastwood



Steve Jobs Vs Bill Gates

[Babou]

Ne sachant pas aligné 3 mots d'anglais je ne peux que vous proposez un clash français :

[Salina]

[Nino 2.1]

Babou, le 14 January 2013 - 20:24, dit :

Ne sachant pas aligné 3 mots d'anglais je ne peux que vous proposez un clash français :

+1 pour Gab'1

[Salina]

"Va chercher du taff en jogging et tu verras quelle heure il est" *


Mc Jean Gab'1!

[Funky Danza]

Gab'1 c'est quand même un mec qui clashe en ayant un talent rapologique proche du néant.

[Nino 2.1]

Funky Danza, le 15 January 2013 - 18:35, dit :

Gab'1 c'est quand même un mec qui clashe en ayant un talent rapologique proche du néant.

Pas d'accord.
Il a son style.

[baky]

en rap fr ya le rap contenders qui n'est pas mal sinon faudrais que je retrouve la vidéo de LA LA pour nino

[Nino 2.1]

baky, le 15 January 2013 - 20:18, dit :

en rap fr ya le rap contenders qui n'est pas mal sinon faudrais que je retrouve la vidéo de LA LA pour nino

Pâle réponse de CNN qui a eu au moins le mérite d'exister quand tous les autres pissaient dans leurs frocs à la simple idée de répondre au Dogg Pound & Death Row

[baky]

Nino 2.1, le 15 January 2013 - 20:19, dit :

Pâle réponse de CNN qui a eu au moins le mérite d'exister quand tous les autres pissaient dans leurs frocs à la simple idée de répondre au Dogg Pound & Death Row

la réponse ne fut pas térrible je te le concède mais cnn à répondu proprement au new york new york mais bon nous n'allons pas continué notre débats east vs west lol

[Nino 2.1]

J'exagère un peu le morceau était pas mauvais non plus...