I don’t like to promise shit, but we gon’ bring the drama, kid
Just tell me who I gotta slap and where they mama live
Yet and still, real recognize real
And whoever don’t get recognized get killed
Too many soldiers to jeopardize in the field
I got throwaway niggas ready to die, and they will
Jason as a youth: I turned into Satan in the booth
First nigga with Daytons on the coupe
I can drive, but a boss gets driven
So I’m shotgun, higher than the cost of livin’
My seat back, my gear black, my heat black
Deserve whatever you got coming, so keep that
Now all you do is turn the lights off
And drive by slow, I’ma turn his life off
And I’m good long as he bleeding
Nann nigga never play me, long as I’m breathing
This is probably my favorite Al Qaeda Jada verse, off David Banner’s “Treat Me Like.” It’s so hard, just the gulliest thing ever. Each couplet is iller than the last, but I’m so partial to “I’m shotgun, higher than the cost of livin’.” But the rhythm, the picture he paints, it’s perfect. I’m envious. I can’t find this joint on youtube, otherwise I’d link it.
Darryl Ayo is talking about Jada and writing over here, and he makes a very good point that rappers write constantly. You don’t get to have writers block, because then your career is over. You’ve got to be on for years, in 70 minute segments and then you have to be on in bunches of 0:30 to 1:30 in between those big segments. And you don’t just have to be on. You have to be on, you have to be more clever than you were last time (sorry Jeezy, TM103 is exactly as good as your last album, or maybe a lil worse), and you have to boil your whole steez down to 16 bars. I used to think I could rap in high school, but I got some good advice: “Stop writing raps, and go play volleyball.”
If you put a gun to my head and asked me how I learned to write, where I take most of my inspiration from — either work ethic related (though that’s my grandfather + mom + rappers) or creatively — the answer would definitely be “hip-hop.” Even in content, sometimes. Give me half a chance and I’ll figure out how I can steal this verse Jada wrote for something prose-y.
"Deserve whatever you got coming, so keep that."
Hip-hop, you the love of my life.