""Act up, get clapped up. My mind is the 9mm." Malik B appreciation post"
Post up favorite verses, lines, whatever.
Taking a cue from the subject line, his verse from "Don't See Us":
Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimming with sharks Never caught speaking to NARCs, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene with a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be, whore Talking to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, taking things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split 100 percent Run a rapper through a maze like an experiment
1. "Fo'realz" In response to Reply # 0 Wed Jul-29-20 04:07 PM by maro
I don't think there is a Malik B lyric I don't like.
It all starts here:
Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme Fucking with The Roots, you know them niggas is the dime I can make a hundred-yard line start to dash I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash I can make Conan and the Titans clash And I could make Metallica and Guns 'N' Roses thrash Used to smash, crash parties like I was disturbed Used to make plots against the herringbone herb But now, all I do—disperse the verb And like a nerd, I can make you say, "He's superb!" Worded perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret I move styles like bowels, so now you know I'm worth it Direct from Philly, the lands where niggas scheme So you know I got that sheen in my gleam
2. "Clones" In response to Reply # 0 Wed Jul-29-20 04:31 PM by Anonymous
Copied from Genius...
Don't come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win, lose, or draw to the jaw take one Deranged lyrical launcher, or station No conversation is needed, my task completed Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style I breeze through areas niggas would fear to walk in Balance the talking, that galactic style as of a Vulcan Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle Spill these words and form into a sprinkle, cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggas Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggas Just tie your name next when I start to X Giving out flex pains of death so fuck a rain check The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex I annihliate your type if you violate Making your blood rush, your pulse now at a higher rate
3. "The Spark - Things Fall Apart" In response to Reply # 0
It's weird that The Spark is in my top ten or even five songs by the band because I never really took to Malik B like others.
But I really dig his work on this song, especially the second verse.
I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid Route through your district, we keep it simplistic No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin' thoughts become acidic With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered I take what you got to give, cause I got to live The last hour, I bet your ass you act sour Might act up, but I still can pass dowa I'm usin' new ways to try to reach these better days Instead of tryin' to take you under I just make you wonder I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat I didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project Livin' two lives, one of turn and one with true lies Keepin' a hoe, knowin' these hands into my do'as In the quarters livin' modest with my nigga Trotter I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba I used to live life, like there was no mañana Now I'm treatin' every breath, like it was your honor I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm Like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla
6. "Yo, I walk across this world that's deceptive" In response to Reply # 0
Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested With more destruction, my vocal eruption Was speaking 'bout corruption with no introduction Approach me with caution cause I spark losses M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin' Leaving niggas stiff like I'm starchin', departin' Hollywood Sambos are jokes just like Martin I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword Self-proclaimed lames calling theyselves bold They shall be floored when the claps applaud If this the point of life when I can’t afford Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud Now back to the topic of the rap philosopher With more drama than a soap opera Who stops the propaganda, the hot block commander Putting a halt to all the backtalk and slander Warn every challenger about the silencer Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar
The last hour, I bet your ass in rack shower Might act up, but I still can pass Da'wah I'm using new ways to try to reach these better days Instead of tryna take you under, I just make you wonder I still fast, make salaat and pay zakaat I didn't make Hajj yet, but that's my next project Living two lives, one of turn and one with true lies Keeping up hope, knowing he's answering to my du'as In the quarters living modest with my nigga Trotter I circle my foes like a tawaf around the ka'ba I used to live life like there was no mañana Now I'm treating every breath like it was Your Honor I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm like a pillar I'm I and T-L like Manilla
M ILL-ITANT, feel the 5th guerilla chant Y'all talk about bodies but you would not kill a ant My skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excalibur now you be damp When I operate a crowd will copulate My game'll make a room populate and 2-1-5th is the stock of hate Peep the logistics, slump your squad of misfits They all get they wrists slit, blast your ass if you insist it Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics Turn your soul and body to statistics In particular I've got that extracurricular Squad in the stash who could be stickin ya Slip and they vickin ya Harass your po-lice commissioner Don't like chicks with weaves talking 'bout, "I need conditioner" That shit's deader than niggas with a morticianer A janazah, up in your flesh like plasma Take away your last breath when you got asthma Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza Hip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanza Now "Who's the Boss?" not Tony Danza My force not green but the force is obscene P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem My squad from deuce-four up to West Oak Lane All the way to Tackawanna and Frankford they know the name It's like that... M-Ill-itant
It's the 'I Remain Calm', but for jerks that erk Come out my humble, go berzerk And make you swallow your smirk I splurge most and bash, capacities mass I fascinate as I assassinate and show task Characters and egos get crushed in trust And my words stampede like herds in the dusk Cream of all crops, topics I drop with Trotter When heated up, I gets hotter 'cause I'm proper You never knew the levitude the clever few Different tax for revenue, man, if you ever knew The tac-tic, strategies of word ca-pa-bil-ities, display, decease The rhythm, and man, how it swerved and curved Made a nigga's dream but his hope deferred then stirred Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic's and No. 2 pencils My credentials flow on instrumentals I write an anthem, throw a tantrum and remain handsome Mysterious vibes like I was the phantom Erupt abruptly, then conduct, amaze You're fucked when the lyrics get bucked because I graze Never animosity, on my property Niggas acropoly, or they feel extreme monstrosity Wreak and leak out the verbals, Akhi, don't forget it The chief of edit, the Malik'll shred it, yeah, I said it!
The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blend and integrate, give me room to ventilate Most niggas is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin soft Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facing three hots and a cot so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Staley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up
17. "one of my favorites too" In response to Reply # 12
It highlights his particular style well - a lot of his verses are short phrases strung together into these punctuated bursts, often leaving out a lot of the connecting words (the prepositions, pronouns) or keeping them to a minimum. It's a style that sort of lends itself to the abstract and you see that when it's written on paper, the way you have to fill in the blanks to make lines "make sense" -- but performed, you might puzzle over a specific phrase but the larger idea and the way everything hung together always made sense.
19. ""Trying to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up" In response to Reply # 0
Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzing Some n****s thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em with a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demanding, taking you back like Knots Landing I'm Ralph Kramden, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot."
20. "No Great Pretender " In response to Reply # 0
Favorite Malik B verse Hands downs
whole verse, cadence and flow elevates higher and higher
(2nd Verse) Strategies, I bet y'all niggaz can't believe this I read you like a whole avenue that's filled with meters Parked, fuck your back talk, I watch how niggaz cat-walk Over my pit of venom and send em to the asphalt For inquisitives, who want to try to test me What protects me, will make you shake like epilepsy Plague your neighborhood with lyrical le-prosy Stimulate more than Ecstasy y'all niggaz check my recipe Dig it, I must observe it, analyze when I'm chillin' Peep out who's the villain then make your whole pavilion Of a Sicilian, excuse the greed don't want a mill' I want a zillion - stacks of Franklins to the ceiling I counts stacks imported, fuck the yacht and the mansion I want Pluto and Jupiter, political, universal expansion Buy out Tommy and Halle Hanson Kidnap America, ? you hold it for ransom Pass it down to my grandson, I got no time to be romancin' Only time's for mental food and advancement This game of Life is strictly chancin', get to know The nature before I get know the nigga while I'm glancing Enhancing, is my mental - I play in the midst A squad a team most crews is not in the halfs of rentals My utensils, display a whole variety Even when in the cut niggaz can't cut they anxiety Peep, I fill your brain with suspicion, pay attention Like you paid tuition, and stop all your bull-ishin The rap chemist in the lab to the finish The mic is my apprentice, cause I can't stand Courts or tennis, my pigmentation is the menace That's why the system's always tryin to pursue with a blemish Pale asses, think a nigga in this My flow's tremendous, for the meal you can't replenish The question you ask me, situation get worse Fam I won't befriend ya, cause I'm no great pretender
22. ""Meiso" -- Malik B.'s Verse" In response to Reply # 0
"The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift, the melody of a felony is straight off a cliff, now can I get a witness to dismiss christmas from the myth list, man that’s bogus let’s try to stay focused, you would think it was the Fourth of July, cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky, why don’t ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty, foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy, bimbos, talking about where’s the indo, crackheads leavin’ babies unattended at the window, to see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left, I’m trying to make it, cause if I don’t I’ll probably take it, but perseverance is a virtue, the person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you, ya celly might jerk too, perhaps I’ll go to court this time when I’m summoned, but I’m a rebel to the system so I might not be coming, so if I fail man just get up the bail, it’s just more time to write another story to tell, I'll elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B. fuck up their relevance, we got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust, man just leave it to us, look main aim and I’ll bust, fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust, with Dj Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss."