Juelz Santana - "Double Up"

Most people would argue that the Dipset movement is over; Cam and Jim having split ways (although is a reunion ever out of the question?), Hell Rell presumably back on the block pitching raw and being hard, and JR Writer (who?) doing God knows what. Juelz Santana, however, has found life in founding a new movement, the Skull Gang. Thankfully, however, today's Verse of Death has nothing to do with that, at all. Instead, we take you in the complete opposite direction; to what, as far as I can tell, is Juelz' first appearance on a major record: "Double Up," from Killa Cam's sophomore LP, 2000's S.D.E. When I first heard this song, I was like, damn... this kid is gonna be a force to be reckoned with! Over a lurking, nervous loop, Juelz not only outshines his host, but possibly everything he's ever recorded since then... Whoops!

Juelz - "Double Up" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

I fucked up, let the streets get a hold of me

Now they got me trapped in and they holdin me

I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed?

Everyday Papi tell me he got coke for cheap

Broke as shit; thats why I hold the fifth

Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch

Rope your nigga, leave 'em wit an open liver

I'm the reason why it's gon' get cold this winter

I done seen niggas stand on these blocks for days

Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys

Fuck A&R's that want me to dance and pose

I'd rather, stand on poles with grams and o's

White shirt, construction Tims, a pair of Girbauds

And white powder stuff, that'll clear out ya nose, faggot

Enter Khalib / Beanie Sigel - "Kill 'Em All"

Tonight's update is brought to you by long-time friend, boom-bap connoisseur, tireless lyricist and father, and all-around angry guy Khalib Ali. A fellow subscriber to the Verses Of Death philosophy of sheer dopeness, he's been on my back for a few days (weeks? months?) about getting some post time up in this bitch. And being the altruistic motherfucker I am, I was like, sure... just don't come with some wack, corny-ass, bullshit garbage nonsense, feel me? And sure enough, he didn't. But enough with the talkin; I'ma let tha kid go in.

Slither your way through the troubled past of one Mr. Dwight Grant. Whether it be the documented prescription pill-slash-liquid codeine problems, falling out with entrepreneur and Roc-A-Fella founder Jay-Z , or grindin' out hard time upstate, what you're left with is the self-proclaimed Broad Street Bully, Beanie Sigel. The man is an emcee with above-average lyrical capabilities and delivery; he'll probably never wow you like an Eminem or late-90's Wu verse, but he will have you breaking your neck. Which brings us to today's Verse of Death: Bean's effort on "Kill 'Em All," a murderous cut from Vinnie Paz' 2010 solo outing Season of the Assassin. The song is centered around the gun laws in Philadelphia, the city that fathered both emcees' styles. Not since "The Truth" had Sigel really caught my ears--until now! Mac Mittens gets an A for lyrics, delivery, and flow on this one [plus the beat is fuckin disgusting! -ed. note]. Look no further...

Beanie Sigel - "Kill 'Em All" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

May death come to all those who cross us
The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins
Church masses, closed caskets

Bible verses, long black hearses
Long-ass gats too big for holsters

Obituary posters is gettin posted
The reaper closin in, he gettin closer
You just fake, you blink (whaaaa!) It's over!
State Prop soldier here, SK shoulder-gear

Ice grill who? Hold that stare
Half a clip now, hold dat there

Shoot out'cha hip, now; roll that chair, uh... yeah

You missed the list of the souls I spared
I double-checked it, you ain't on that there

I squeeze weapons

Hollowpoints open up like the cobra head
Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair

Flatline, clear!

Jus Allah - "Burning The Mirror"

Whaddup reader! It's been awhile since I've felt like posting anything here, but you can thank Philadelphia's underground stalwarts Jedi Mind Tricks for rilin' me up with their new joint, the Stoupe-less yet still-perfectly-JMT-sounding Violence Begets Violence. On their latest effort, perpetually-constipated-sounding Vinnie Paz and multi-syllabic verbal champion Jus Allah bring back the hardness that's been missing from rap these past few years; honestly, it took me two days just to get past the insanity that is today's featured track, "Burning The Mirror." It was really tough deciding who deserved the spotlight -- both come correct on this shit! In the end though, Jus wins out, as I respect his return-to-form after years of absence as opposed to Paz, who is pretty reliable in the consistency department. With Vin, you know what to expect; Islamic references, homophobia, dead dad references, and angry threats. Jus however, is always on some other shit, be it professing his love for criminal activity, conjuring images of bloody murder scenes, or.. okay, I guess that's equally predictable. But as I've said before, you don't like it? Write your own damn blog ;) P.S. This isn't the only ill verse from Jus on this album... go cop that shit; I'm tellin you son, it's fire!

Jus Allah - "Burning The Mirror" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD

My babysitter hung herself
I was way too young to help
It's no way I could've lifted her and strung the belt
Wish she could've gave me somethin else, cruel summer
But I'm always elated to meet the newcomers
I like to stare at models, to compare brothels
Puttin air in bottles, sharin pot and Aristotle
With the baddest dime inhalin traffic line
And we don't talk about pasttimes and astral signs
I'm fearless, there's an eeriness to my appearance
I'm experienced in severeness
I'm embellished in devilishness
I'm a detriment to health and wellness
I'm everything selfish and felonous
I'm only aware of unfairness
Islam and Arabic
Nuclear fission bombs and terrorists
More torturers, live with no order
I live in close quarters..
Bodies everywhere; it's an episode of Hoarders!