Supreme Clientele: lyrical masterpiece or....

[The Truest]

aight my bad whoadies, said I would do this last week, but then I started having drinks and had too much fun [no Rick James]

Supreme Clientele by popular demand

Nutmeg ft RZA

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic, let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me Dolly dikk it
Scotty Wotty copper tipped me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo

>some shyt about rollin a blunt with ye in it I guess. Always had this vibe about him. Always seemed dusty

Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shytted on your turf, half time, Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping
Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth

>the bolded is literally better than anything on Illmatic. This a cold ass bar

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shyt is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

>overall shyts aight, he definitely has some plays on words which I appreciate.

 

[I'm Blackman]

lyrical masterpiece....showing an abstract style Tone used for a brief time period.

Classic front to back.

 

[The Truest]

Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs < this right here is outrageous
Rotissiere roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bytches, flicking deuce pictures

>Golden Girls bars I presume

Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it
dikk made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shyt?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

> Overall quality going down minus a bar here or there

 

[The Truest]

My dogs actin up its like Im listenin to a Ghostface and DMX collabo album so its takin longer than it should

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff
Black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick, a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ave
Incognito, fatal Hapkido blow, pop a needle
dikk a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bytch thong
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting
Ring dings, right through your head bing
Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a nikkarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette
While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech
In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz
And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
Dip hair, make a nikka flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fukk her when she menstruate
But it made her hyperventilate

> this whole verse a throw away. Dont @ me

 

[Mr. Negative]

Stapleton, breh

Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs < this right here is outrageous
Rotissiere roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bytches, flicking deuce pictures

>Golden Girls bars I presume

Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it
dikk made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shyt?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

> Overall quality going down minus a bar here or there

 

[The Truest]

Stapleton, breh

Just copying it straight from Genius whoadie.

I should be able to get this thing done now though. Powering through.

One Ft TMF

We at the weed gate waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bytch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nikka I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shyt, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill bytches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might start to spit
You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor
Makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful
Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog you goggles
Laying like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle
Ziploc the air, hear thistle

> truthfully locs I'm recognizing the drug references, but that about it. It sounds like gibberish with drug talk sprinkled in

Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this
dikking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony

>this verse Ghost was flowin his ass off, but again only catchin drug and gun talk... like I get the DC mayor talk but whats paddle ball dancin with the vulture? Ran through it 2x's but thats about all Ima get on a 1st thorough listen.n And I only seent Face Off once.

 

[The Truest]

Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid, we in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's
Blow on my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the beige boots
Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
You asked the wrong guy son
I'm from Atlanta, yeah we know Mr. Coles
Flew in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watching you, crazily
The whole Staten Island shytting on you
Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley
Holding snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
Not truck today, still looking fly, still slammed up hung
You mind popping your trunk, slow your pace
Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probash'
You dealing with a lot of science, motherfukker we're watching you
Make me wanna lick shots at you
You disgust me, screwing me down, grab my gun
Go head bust me
Heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your legs
Just found a roach in your tray
It's not mine fukker, what I said
You make the 13th nikka
A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo
Where the hell's the RZA
He's selling mics, wireless joints
Special made to go off in your hand and which went out on point
Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib bugging out
On how po' live, hating plus harassing the kid
Park the truck in the double face garage
Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shyt's mega real
Flashing me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News
NAACP committees {*abruptly ends*}

>This here is dope. I can relate too. I mean we all hate Jake right? Nuff said

 

[Moesha’s Overbearing Dad]

This is a top 10 all time album for me.
I love abstract art so I feel like he was explaining the most simple shyt as vivid as possible and you can visualize what he was saying effortlessly

 

[Moesha’s Overbearing Dad]

Child’s Play with is VERY underrated song.. them elementary/middle school days was crazyyyy

 

[nieman]

The more I started listening, the easier it became to understand colorful Ghost. It was either drug dealer/user talk, gun talk, or women.

 

[the cac mamba]

wasnt this around that time? might be the GOAT nonsense ghostface verse



MC Ultra, high brolic bank roll alcohol vulture
Garlic balls diced to shield the okra
Tally-ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
Pink salmon five spring rolls, know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin' like snatchin' the place, check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin' for Travolta mic gun pump
Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks
Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick
Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats, bagel tracks, wavy hair DAX
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys twelve Nazis
Four disappear, three-eight-two-one flash to thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive motionless, mind cresica
Tilt the hat like Escher

 

[Whips-n-Chains]

Unless I'm buggin, I don’t think a better album has since come out

 

[Iverson_64]

This is this poster's alt btw.

https://www.thecoli.com/threads/illmatic-lyrical-masterpiece-or-fraud.99638/

 

[OrdaineD]

wasnt this around that time? might be the GOAT nonsense ghostface verse



MC Ultra, high brolic bank roll alcohol vulture
Garlic balls diced to shield the okra
Tally-ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
Pink salmon five spring rolls, know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin' like snatchin' the place, check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin' for Travolta mic gun pump
Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks
Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick
Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats, bagel tracks, wavy hair DAX
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys twelve Nazis
Four disappear, three-eight-two-one flash to thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive motionless, mind cresica
Tilt the hat like Escher

Ghost is a mad man lol

 

[JayBaldacci]

wasnt this around that time? might be the GOAT nonsense ghostface verse



MC Ultra, high brolic bank roll alcohol vulture
Garlic balls diced to shield the okra
Tally-ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
Pink salmon five spring rolls, know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin' like snatchin' the place, check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin' for Travolta mic gun pump
Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks
Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick
Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats, bagel tracks, wavy hair DAX
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys twelve Nazis
Four disappear, three-eight-two-one flash to thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive motionless, mind cresica
Tilt the hat like Escher

Don't forget Oh Donna...