Tributes to J Dilla and Nujabes

[Darius Da Terrible]

"90's Necalli"

J Dilla Tribute.

(homage to Eminem's Infinite too, lowkey....well highkey now)

https://soundcloud.com/dariusdaterrible/90s-necalli

Lyrics
Call me Necalli y'all....//
Cause it's devour-our//
Gimme da beat, and ill eat it up like a Sour Power//
I doubt a coward can even repeat what im speakin//
get defeated by sleep when competin with my amount of hours//
U might as well …try to drown inside the shower//
….. sending shells, down at you like I got a fire flower//
…This nonsense… a light you up like the Eiffel tower//
…At night you dumb bitch..now light this powder//
Run it to ya mic. Make sure yo mic is louder//
So when u go it'll …blow yo body to spicy chowder//
…You might encounter this flow from a 90s rapper who kinda witty//
…could a been me but my Momma timed it shitty//
Shout out to Bessma ya'll...but nevermind the city//
Just know disingenious niggaz aint NEVER riding with me//
adventurous nigga, wit a little bet of grime and gritty//
So if some shit happens it happens. U get no kind of pity//
U think im clapping at you? Then get out my line of fire//
Tongue and cheek, rappin whatever I desire/


"Winner"

Nujabes Tribute
(Big Daddy Kane homage, low or high key...whatever)
Lyrics

I'm winner, killin any contender//
administerin venomous rhythms when I enter the center
of the cypher....I'm preparin to strike ya//
like a viper, nigga you shoulda never picked my mic up//
so sit it down, give me the crown//
i'm spittin nouns so large that my bars probably weigh bout fifty pounds//
lyrical gun when I spit all you hear's the trigga sound//
fucking clown, you and ya whole crew can get a round//
I bang like a shotgun//
life's a fighting game and I just put you in 90 frames of blockstun/.
you ain't a G that's why you freeze when the cops come//
I heard alotta nice emcees... I see you not one
I burn like solar star, you can say I'm hot son (sun)//
Cause when it come to flows....you know I drop tons//
or 2,000 pounds, However you wanna measure it//
malevolent, you structure a lame lyric I'll level it//

2nd verse
They got rhymes but they ain't quite like mines//
I got a bright mind so my lines might blind//
cause I shine like a divine light in the night time//
Superman when I write, using the mic to fight crime//
I got a flow that I found in the Nile River//
you get drowned tryna clown on me, I beat you down quicker//
my sounds sicker...one round I'm crowned victor//
I'm Don Perrion and ya'll just some brown liquor//
So slow up before you make me throw up from them lame lyrics//
I see you niggas talkin bout it but I can't hear it//
The beat is too loud.....//
I need a mic, a stage, goddamn i even need a new crowd/

(Song pause)

Gungho nigga, with a machine gun flow//
keep writin so my ammunication don't even run low//
kick you nigga like taekwondo//
knock you from the back of the house to front door with like one blow//

(Freestyle Shit)



2 more on the page too if you care. Preciate u checkin it and that harsh, real, hip hop critique in advance. Already know. Ya'll stay up