This month, since it’s the month that begins everything and kicks off the year, I saw it fitting to set the first Hot 16…Or More… of the year off with the verse that kicked off the very first track on my very 1st mixtape, which began everything for me.
Like most of the material on the Crazy 8′s mixtape, I wrote this in the fall of 2003. I was in college and hungry to make my statement. I can still remember being in my homeboy’s dorm room laying this down. I had just finished with my earlier collection of songs from that summer and I was unhappy with the fact that I didn’t attack every song and that I never released it to the campus. So I set out to record a short set of tracks over industry beats to keep up with the rising trend of artists rhyming over whatever was hot at the moment and in order to reach a broader range of my peers. I also figured the low-risk move of rapping over other artist’s stuff was a good way for me to sharpen my skills and test new flows. And that I did.
The kid who’s dorm room I’d be in was a young rapper going by the name of Blaze, who I called myself taking under my wing. I liked his dedication to what he was doing. He made his own recording set-up at his desk and started putting a few sampled beats together on his own to start pushing an album he began. He was a little younger than me, and because he lived in the same exact room that I had stayed in the year prior, I felt like it was all kismet and my obligation to be his mentor on all things rap, dorm and girl related. What was funny is that Blaze is one of the most clever and independent young dudes I had encountered, so he never really needed me, tho he kinda took to the apprentice role at times. That relationship played into that dynamic here and there, when he would find himself asking me for advice, or credit me for putting him on to something. Needless to say, I was feeling myself during that time. My status on campus was that of an O.G. at that point, and new kids were looking to make their mark, bumping me out the way ever so slightly while showing respect. Blaze represented that. And because he was nice with it musically and enterprising, he actually inspired me and provided a kind of friendly competition. A little bit more than my usual partner in rhyme, Brandon Carter, because this was closer to home; 2 New York kids with similar rhyme sensibilities. Seeing the little following Blaze was gathering, coupled with the esteem that the younger cats were holding me to, motivated me to exceed whatever reputation I had built, but introduce myself properly since I had never officially released anything. I wanted to kill it on a high energy beat and showcase the flexibility of my flow. I thought Peedi Crakk‘s “Fallback” was a great choice because the pace matched that hunger. It sounded like something crashing in. Plus it wasn’t a beat that I had heard a million rappers over, but it was still current and garnered instant head-nod reaction. I wanted to sound technical but effortless. I wanted to start off A-typically. I wanted to impress new listeners and validate the beliefs of all the folks who had been looking at me as the man.
I wanted to make a statement. And this was it.
As you can see, the response was so good, that I thought it would still be the best possible intro 3 years later when The Crazy 8′s hit the world.
name’s Malik; I’mma Blow,
change the beat – I been so,
pa-tient-ly waiting for,
ways to lead off – I’m so…
Dynamic – you cannot Hammer the flow,
less the nail is in the coffin – the coffin is where you go!
So close the box,
I can go off the top,
I can blow off your top,
have you with your head in your hands – tell you hold your thought…
Better learn how to swim,
or be floatin’ pon de river – like you Elephant Man!
I put the river pon dem,
Niggas thug, til their Lifestyles go POP! Like them little condoms.
But my style stop, all them niggas flossin’,
Like ‘Lights Out!’ Pop! – got it gettin’ all dim…(hmmnnn…)
And I ain’t tryin’a set the mood,
cause half the time, these dudes homosexual
-but no, I don’t gaybash,
I stay grabbing their girls – bring ‘em back; now that ho’s mo’ sexual
I think, therefore Iam,
and cause I think about Pussy, niggas think Iam Pussy!
I’m a kid who thinks out the box,
Mighty Joe Young,
I Gorilla-Pimp out the box – and oh! uhmmm…
Your girl like the fact I write rhymes,
And when I call her crib, she call it the HOT line,
cause I’m good at spittin’ all of them layin’-the-pipe lines,
we did it in the kitchen – I fixed her pipelines!
With a 2 finger movement,
if she got a leak – bring a tool in, to fix the pipes,
I tie her tubes – get a kiss goodnight,
if it’s plumbing, I’m the Super Man! – No Kryptonite.
It’s no spliffs tonight…
cause I do not smoke,
I do not drink…
But I hope…
That ya’ll do not think…
Cause I don’t drink,
and I don’t smoke,
that I won’t put a piece by your throat!
The punishment’ll fit the crime I figure,
cause it’s obvious that Lik is not the grimiest nigga,
In this business of industry thugs,
no Malik isn’t a thug,
Lik ain’t no dealer of drugs,
Liky is ill – just because!
They say the flow is heaven sent,
so if you wanna test him it’s your death an’ I’ll make sure you’re Heaven-sent!
So keep on bringin’ that bull to me,
and you won’t need Red Bull to give you wings!!“
Hope you learned something.
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