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Da Graveyard

Big L

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[Chorus: Big L]

It's the number^✦ one crew in the area!^✦

"Known for sendin'^✦ garbage^✦ MC's to the graveyard"^✦

It's the number^✦ one crew in the area!^✦

"Known for sendin'^✦ garbage^✦ MC's to the graveyard"^✦

[Verse 3: Microphone Nut]

Yo, I got a death wish

That's why I talk so much fuckin'^✦ shit

I want these bitch motherfuckers^✦ to try to flip so I can fill up this clip

And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette and let 'em smoke the four-fifth

Ah, fool! Ah, goodbye! No need to try to lie or cry

It's time for motherfuckers^✦ to die

Because^✦ to me, death is like sex

And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin'^✦ a whole deck

Strap up the MAC — Clack! Clack!

Motherfuckers^✦ are runnin'^✦ like rats

The blind bats are fuckin'^✦ crazed^✦ cats

'Cause the Microphone^✦ Nut's loose

And you're wonderin'^✦ how the fuck did this madman^✦ get cut loose?

From 25 consecutive, 25-to-life^✦ bids

For murderin'^✦ up some fuckin'^✦ white kids

These were the kids of the prison^✦ guards

Then I started killin'^✦ squads of prison^✦ guards in the prison^✦ yard

One-two,^✦ everybody's through

The Microphone^✦ Nut flew over^✦ the prison^✦ walls without a clue

And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit

Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious

I run through ya with a maneuver and German^✦ luger^✦

Wreck like Das EFX, straight out the fuckin'^✦ sewer^✦

Please show me where the crack is at

While they quarter crack the sack, I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks

So I'm the one you should run from because^✦ the Microphone^✦ Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun

[Verse 4: JAY-Z]

The way I rock, no way you could stop

I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot

When I'm in the zone, better^✦ hold ya own

'Cause I like to break when I finish^✦ a poem

Pound for p-p-pound, the best around^✦

No way you can get up when I get down

I shake, rattle and roll and wreck shit like Nunn

And beat a nigga^✦ ass half silly^✦ on the one

Fuckin'^✦ A! Buckin'^✦ Jay! ill with skill

So ladies,^✦ step up, I get around^✦ like a wheel

I'm never^✦ chokin'^✦ off chronic, skills are bionic

Bitches are screamin' like Onyx

Respect^✦ that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it

Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step

Through your neighborhood, armed^✦ with nothin'^✦ but a rep

I'm givin'^✦ these ladies^✦ somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real

Ya man get outta^✦ line and it's (kill-kill-kill-kill)

[Chorus: Big L]

It's the number^✦ one crew in the area!^✦

"Known for sendin'^✦ garbage^✦ MC's to the graveyard"^✦

It's the number^✦ one crew in the area!^✦

"Known for sendin'^✦ garbage^✦ MC's to the graveyard"^✦

[Verse 5: Party Arty]

Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry

I'm throwin' niggas^✦ off the roof since you wanna^✦ be the Fall Guy

So mess around,^✦ you'll be a dead man

I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman^✦

'Nuff respect^✦ to Big L who get wreck

Chiggidy-check yourself 'cause I ain't workin'^✦ with a full deck

I'm lethal,^✦ eatin'^✦ people

Not Jeffrey Dahmer,^✦ I'm the sequel,^✦ head or gut like Illegal

So what'cha want? Yo, I'm strapped with the gats

Step up — plap, plap! I'm leavin'^✦ caps in your back, fool

I rip shop, wanna^✦ say peace to Hip-Hop^✦

A nigga^✦ disagree? Bring it on and get dropped!

I get wreck, I'm Party^✦ Arty^✦ so hit the deck

The kid with the TEC smokin'^✦ niggas^✦ like cigarettes

Now some ask me how I'm gettin'^✦ jewels^✦

I tell em', “Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!”

I stick and move!

[Bridge: Big L]

And that's how we do!

So I.U, grab the gat and let loose

[Verse 6: Grand Daddy I.U.]

Yo, rat-tat-tat! I got the gat cocked^✦

Nigga^✦ be ghost, play the post?

I let it roast and leave your pussy^✦ ass comatose

I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions

I'll blow out a nigga's^✦ intestines!

Better^✦ dip past quick fast or you won't last

One blast will put your ass in a body^✦ cast

And I be killin'^✦ for rep, get ill in a sec

.9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect

Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony^✦

Niggas^✦ don't want no parts of me!

Never^✦ passed^✦ up a fast buck

Ask the last duck — his jewels^✦ was truck, he got his ass stuck!

So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?

I'm wanted^✦ for slayin' cops

Whoever's around^✦ when I be sprayin' drops!

But I ain't givin'^✦ a fuck who gets hit

Niggas^✦ coppin'^✦ pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit!

I'll burn you faggot^✦ niggas^✦ like toast

If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit^✦

Now your ass is just a holy^✦ ghost

You tried to play me to the left?

You better^✦ put a target^✦ on your head

'Cause you're marked^✦ for death!

Technical Breakdown

8.1

Multisyllabic Rhymes8.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres6.0

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm9.0

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity7.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control7.5

Performance and control

Computed Score8.12

Production

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Critic Analysis

RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

Microphone Nut utilizes a hyper-aggressive, cadence-heavy delivery that prioritizes internal rhyme chains and rhythmic shock value over dense metaphorical complexity, reflecting the gritty horrorcore aesthetic of 1995.

8.5

Multisyllabic

9.5

Internal Rhymes

Cadence / Flow

Vocabulary

Wordplay

7.5

Delivery

Assonance-heavy internal rhyme chainsPercussive onomatopoeia usageEnjambment for rhythmic driveThematic consistency in violent imagery

Rhyme Architecture: The verse relies on a dense, evolving multisyllabic structure. It transitions from a tight AABB-adjacent pattern in the opening lines to a more fluid, internally-rhyming stream that prioritizes the 'short-o' and 'ih' vowel sounds to maintain momentum.

Verified Doubles & Entendres

"stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette and let 'em smoke the four-fifth"

① The physical act of placing a firearm in someone's mouth.② A dark metaphor comparing the muzzle of a .45 caliber handgun to a cigarette, implying the 'smoke' is the muzzle flash/discharge.

"if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck"

① An idiomatic expression for being insane or lacking mental capacity.② A literal subversion of the metaphor; instead of missing a few cards, the entire deck is missing, emphasizing the total absence of sanity.

High-energy, visceral delivery that matches the lyrical content

Strong command of internal rhythm and stress placement

Effective use of sound effects ('Clack! Clack!') to enhance percussion

Persistent commitment to a singular, menacing narrative arc

Relies on hyperbolic shock-rap tropes common to the era

Lacks the linguistic nuance or layered metaphors of more elite 90s lyricists

The narrative trajectory occasionally sacrifices coherence for rhyme density

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