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DUBCC - Tha Connection => West Coast Classics => Topic started by: jeromechickenbone on June 25, 2002, 06:14:22 PM
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what songs do yall think kurupt came the tightest on? my favorite is probably his long ass verse from puffin on blunts. he fucking kills it. anyways yall list a bunch in case i ain't heard em. peace
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The best are in this order (in my opinion):
1) Fuk Wit My Crew
2) Just Doggin
3) Smoke ( I know there is better but I really like this one)
-Tha Rev
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Kurupt/Tha Dogg Pound :New York New York
Verse 1
It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average motherfucker's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC
Imo top knotch Kurupt...
At his best
Hatesrats 2oo2
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yeah puffin on blunts hes tite on there but also stranded on death row and lyrical gangbang and nething from the old death row days. lol
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I agree with Hatesrats, I also like him on "Bitches Ain't Shit"
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Its a toss between:
New York New York
Or..
Smokin On Blunts And Drankin..
he killz that song^!
Ax
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i personally like his verse from "What Would You Do".. he just rips that track.. i miss him being like that, now hes with simple shit...
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stranded on death row or for my niggaz an bitches. Kurupt has fallen off harder than any1 else in tha rap game
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NY, NY
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this is one of my favorites of all time
Kurupt - Your Gyrlfriend
Shut the fuck up bitch,
Eat a dick bitch,
Eat a bowl of shit bitch,
Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls
Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws.
Take a pill bitch, chill bitch.
Jerk your jaws,
Eat the pussy in then work the walls.
I seen that nigga last week it's like this,
What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch.
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Kurupt/Tha Dogg Pound :New York New York
Verse 1
It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average motherfucker's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC
Imo top knotch Kurupt...
At his best
Hatesrats 2oo2
Word, exactly. I was about to say that. That is Kurupt's best verse ever... he fell off after leaving Death Row IMO, peace.
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LMAO at Mr Pac Man
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new york new york
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puffin on blunts fa sho, and doggy dogg world, and maybe ain't no fun. his verse from stranded on death row is hella tite too, and his verses on streets is a mutha, I love that song.
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I remember hearing "Ain't No Fun" for the very first time and once Kurupt's verse hit I remember thinking 'I love this cat', lol, it ain't that special of a verse but I just love the way he carried himself on that song. Here's the verse:
"Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin I learned in the pound
so how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times
And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!"
Here's on of his best lyrically I think, from "All My Niggaz & Bitches":
"You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques"
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I would have to say that either his first verse on "Dogg Pound Gangstaz" including the classic lines:
"All I see in my m.i.n.d
Is D.P.G for l.i.f.e
And all I see on the m.i.c
Is another mangled mc opposing me"
Or his first verse on "Calling Out Names", cause that was some tight dissing on DMX, Ja Rule and so on.
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Definately 'Dogg Pound Gangstas". In fact he tore up most of the Dogg Food album. There's a bit in 'So Much Style' where he says something like "You'll get sentenced to death via use of poetics" - classic.
And, just for the record, his lowest moment - Dre's Xxplosive. From what I remember the verse goes something like "Eat a fucking dick bitch, a bitch is a bitch, nigga you's a bitch so eat a dick." Perhaps it isn't an entirely accurate quote, and there might have been a few more 'fucks' in there, but basically Tom187's right - no one's fallen off more lyrically than Kurupt.
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Kurupt has fallen off harder than any1 else in tha rap game
word. His tightest shit was on "Dogg Food", prolly "New York, New York" or maybe "Dogg Pound Gangstaz" where he completly outshone Daz
I came to violate you, desicrate you/
I create two murderous scenes/
can you relate to a Dogg Pound Gangsta
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the best kurupt verse is in doggy dogg world. my 2nd fave is the verse from aint no fun.
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Basically almost every verse he's spit from 92-96 was dope...My favorite has to be his verses on New York New York, probably one of the best lyrical performances ever by a MC...Since leaving Death Row it's been bitch this and bitch that but Trylogy was pretty dope, it sounds like he was just freestyling that shit...
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Lyrical Gangbang and Stranded On Death Row are dope as fuck but nothin will ever touch his verse on puffin on blunts it's tha SHIT.
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Can't believe no one said "Trylogy":
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like Muggsy
Typhoons, Kurupt Calhoun
with a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So I'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
before you gotta show em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, I'm jackin for Daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a Concorde jet
But fool, D.P.G.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with King T and Tha Liks, Alkahol-ed it up
like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, I don't give a fuck!
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Puffin on Blunts
Stranded on Death Row
Get on up remix
Smoke
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agreed w/ NY,NY, Doggy Dogg World, and Callin out Names
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New York New York
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Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
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Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Damn! I can believe I forgot this verse, this song has some of the best verses ever from 'Pac, Kurupt, Daz, Meth & Redman, period. One of the best mixed coast collabo songs ever.
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All of those songs are pretty solid choices for Kurupt's best performance, but there's one that I think everyone forgot - "I Call Shots", even though his little brother outshined the hell out of him on it.
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on 2pac's check out time