Joell Ortiz - "Slaughterhouse"

Bronx-bred Joell Ortiz drops by for today's edition of VOD. This Latin lyrical powerhouse recently left Dr. Dre's Aftermath Records and now slings slick syllables with Cali's own Crooked I, Mr. Internet Rapper himself a.k.a. Joe Budden, and angry Muppet-soundalike as of late Royce Da 5-9, who collectively form johnny-come-lately-East-Coast-saviors Slaughterhouse. I'm not a huge Slaughterhouse fan, mind you (in fact, the only non-SH emcee featured on this track -- Nino Bless -- very well may have outshined his hosts), but 9 out of 10 heads agree; Ortiz murked this shit! And as much as I think Bloggin' Joe Jumpoff is a herb (which is a lot), you gotta give him props for locking down this phenomenal, definition-of-ferocious Scram Jones beat.

Joell Ortiz - "Slaughterhouse" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

I define gutter
Every time I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I’ll be fine, brother
My mind hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that’s word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I’m throwin a shot back
Your’s is on a joint
Mine’s whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I’m cool but you violate and I’ll cock back
Open the MAC’s mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion
I ain’t gotta mention the streets on a song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong; pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comin scared
The pretty girls go “Papi, here’s my underwear!”
Never in a hundred years I thought I’d be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I’d be a factor
I’m PS4 in HD, and the screen is plasma
You’re Atari 2600 with a weak adapter!
Between us? The gap’s so crazy
I’m Gucci, Louis V; you’re Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You’re suburb, I’m gutter where the gats go crazy

Killa Sin - "Soldiers Of Darkness"

Ahh, Killa Sin. Arguably the most lyrical member of Killarmy, a Wu-Tang-affiliated collective that released two fairly-classic LPs (Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars and Dirty Weaponry), and a third, not-quite-as-good-but-still-reasonably-dope-by-today's-standards long-player (Fear, Love & War) before dissolving into essentially six men putting out mixtapes and cameo verses. I'm pretty sure Sin is in jail right now, which is quite unfortunate when you think about the state of hip-hop today. Anyways, here's his classic opening verse from basically my favorite song of all time; Sunz Of Man's "Soldiers Of Darkness," which also featured Killarmy co-foreman 9th Prince, younger brother of one Robert Diggs, Jr. (that's RZA, to you).

Killa Sin - "Soldiers Of Darkness" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

Yo, yo
I gotta get a grip!
An edge on life, I'm livin trife, G
I'm sheisty, now why I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image projected I selected
But 'F' it; shit is mad real, as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molested my thoughts
I manifest it, but check it!
My mind was designed for crimes, the bottom line
Cuz it's my time to shine wit the nickel-plated 9
To a spine, and there's no remorse in my source of madness
With my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin, for wildin'
Don't think that it's peace when I be smilin'
A heart stone cold is what I own
For niggas who brag, I break bones
Leave 'em ungagged and hear them moan!
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steez-o that's raw, man
Another brother provoked, the gun smoke
Now that's all, damn!
Why did he bother the father of horror
Knowin full well that he won't live to see tomorra?
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
Word to God, it's hard to get a grip..

Welcome Back, Blaze

So... nobody seems to have notice that this blog has gone about eight months without a new post, but that's okay! I've been busy and that's all you need to know! Anyways, I'm back on the grind -- holla!