So I was bumping some tunes and stumbled upon one of my fav DMX tracks:
What blew my mind about this particular track was that X had a way with visuals that captivates the inner movie buff in me:
This could easily be in a movie script of some sort.
Another instance is one of my favorite Beanie Sigel track of all time:
Its crazy how this dude managed to put you in a place of somebody on their last days of freedom. If you are that good with the pen, Hollywood needs to knock on the door for such penmanship.
What other rappers that could easily screen write for Hollywood, as the strikes are fukking up the entertainment side of things. Might as well, holla at rappers since they are used to getting fukked over
What blew my mind about this particular track was that X had a way with visuals that captivates the inner movie buff in me:
I can catch you in the very building that you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps
I was there, you ain't DIE at the top of the steps
I can do that walk behind you shyt and follow you home (Shhh)
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (BOOM!)
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nikka, that's yo' ass tonight
I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!)
Then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fukkin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shyt out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
This could easily be in a movie script of some sort.
Another instance is one of my favorite Beanie Sigel track of all time:
That's fukked up, you bout to take your longest trip
And can't do shyt, but suck it up, be strong and shyt
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the world
Can't fukk now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bytch) playin your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your kids
shyt was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6 30 In the morning, they kick your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station
fukk your back time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nikka to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta hurt
Its crazy how this dude managed to put you in a place of somebody on their last days of freedom. If you are that good with the pen, Hollywood needs to knock on the door for such penmanship.
What other rappers that could easily screen write for Hollywood, as the strikes are fukking up the entertainment side of things. Might as well, holla at rappers since they are used to getting fukked over
