Number One Chief Rocka

While this blog is no doubt for top rap verses (as the title would lead you to believe), I will include memorable verses, notable verses, verses that kicked your ass every now and then. Today’s entry will be one of these.

Tim Dog’s “Fuck Compton” was one of those songs that when first heard, you instantly hit rewind (we had tapes back in those days’ people) and listen to it again. Around the turn of ’93 when I picked this album up, my man B-Shan was with me. He has heard about it so after my purchase we headed back to my house and popped it in the deck. I remember both of our jaws dropping as we listened to Tim Dog go after the mighty N.W.A and Ice Cube. It was pretty much intense for a couple white boys…well I’m white and the jury is still out on Bill but I digress.

The twist with Tim Dog is this. Dude fucking sucks as a lyricist. I’ve actually farted out a better rhyme than what this guy would drop on his album. However for pure shock value he gets the high grade. For blowing me away with his rhymes even if for the wrong reasons, he gets the nod here on top rap verses. Should you want to hear some of the early gas that helped ignite the East Coast / West Coast feud, give Timmy D a download or two.



(Why you dissing Eazy?)
'Cause the boy ain't shit
Chew him with tobacco, an' spit him in shit
I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool wit Ice T
But NWA ain't shit to me
Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up
Step to the Dog and get fucked up
I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic
And I'm kicking ballistics
Having that gang war
We want to know what you're fighting for
Fighting over colors?
All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckas
But you go on thinking you're hard
Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed
Take your jeri curls, take your black hats
Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks
Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping
Well I'm from the South Bronx
Fuck Compton