I'll start off with my favorite rapper,
Chino XL.
When I was around 15, my older sister was dating a Mexican fellow. She would sometimes bring some of his CD's to our house to listen to. I loved music, so I would listen to them as well.
One such CD was a compilation album entitled "
Hip Hop Decade: Raza Unida."
Here is the track, from that album, that got me hooked on the lyrical Messiah,
Chino XL:
[Jump To
2:04]
Quote:
Just slit your throat
Let Chino XL be your oxygen
I write more essays than an incarcerated Mexican
Crush you like croutons
I'm body and soul like the pre-slapped-up version of Dee Barnes
Fold niggas like Futons
Wake Up Show flossers
Sittin' on chrome like Master P
Jig ‘em for la raza
Your whole label rosters: Chino impostors
You's a walkin' dead man like Flex be
Sway and Tech gettin' paid like Thurston Howell
Slingin' crack to Gilligan
Pimpin' Lovey
Now bring the gats in
Me without lyrics is like D.O.C. gettin' his voice back
It ain't never happenin'
This minute your miniscule cerebral
I whip it like Devo
You won't be around next year like Skee-Lo
I get that ass open like a cop in jail with Sway and Tech
Peace Chicago
I'm straight out of Jersey like the fuckin' Nets
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I had never heard complicated rhyme schemes and metaphors and similes before. At this point in life, I was into
Linkin Park,
Nirvana,
System Of A Down. I have always been intelligent [put into advanced classes from 1st grade onward], and the thought of combining intelligent thought into music [not the best wording, but you know what I mean], which I thought of at that time in my youth, as a more primal, emotional type of conveyance/medium, really piqued my interest. It really was the birth of my love of lyricism.