> I was happy when Christian hip-hop finally
started to come of age, and we started to see
serious lyrical talent from groups like Future
Shock, LPG, SoulJourn, Peace 586, Grits, and
others.
> Consider strikingly literate flows like:
>
> The Sun laughed at ridiculous Icarus and his
> Meticulous plans to land his
> Manmade plane in the heavenly planes
> This poor fella lacks more than just propellers
> Feathers and sticks mixed with wax
> Would begin his gravitational fall
> This sums up all
> Manmade attempts to reach the
> Son-up to sundown
> Don't let ill philosophies be your meltdown.
>
> Or plain old complex flows like:
>
> Polysyllabic linguistics
> Playing havoc with the twisted logistics
> Of false doctrine, listen what the D be droppin'
> Poppin' another Christomatic lyrical cap
> Piercing through tha pseudo-spiritual crap
> Infecting rap, til it's about knowledge of self
> Collecting wealth and emcee powerplays
> Nowadays they dissin' Christians like we used to
do commies
> Hostile to the Gospel like gays in the Army
> Consult your swami, your astrological calendar
> But never listen to that Word that'll challenge
ya
> Like a scavenger, you gather and consume
> Dead matter from the tomb
> But I'd rather bloom with the Boom-bap
> Skillz are the fulcrum in rap
> To turn it back on its axis, the facts is ......
>
> No one in Christian rap, of course, is up to the
stature of lyrical greats like Rakim, but at least
there's plenty of material now that really
impresses me.
>
> Iss "Place this in your rememberance / Ponder
upon the yonder tense and its developments" achar

I never even knew of Christian flows, or Christian
rap, and I probably would have scoffed at the.
But now I read this, and it sounds quite good. I
am, of course, a lover of great freestyle, so this
is just in my taste. Consider this Sir Mixalot
freestyle:

Here we go, oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, MCs pause,
No lyrical flaws, hush,
When the boss is talking,
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walking,
You ain't allowed to speak
'Cause you reached your peak, the elite don't get
with the weak,
Shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up,
Boy don't try to run up,
'Cause I chop off crops of weak hip hop boy tried
to jock my spot and he flopped he went down to the
concrete, down,
Betta howl when I get down,
And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack that
packs sacks and never pays tax...

Or Method Man...

Yo, Michrophone checka,
Swingin' sword lecture,
closin down the sector,
supreme neck protecta,
better want 'em kid, Mr. Mef's Da,
Warner Pop, bout to blow his leg from the
pressure,
Too hot for TV, for sheezy,
Too many want to be hard be easy,
It's all in together going on, now together,
It don't take much to please me,
Still, homes, I'm never satisfied like the stones,
We don't condone fightin' see them sellin' cross
bones,
Protectin' what I'm writin, don't clash with a
titan, who blast with a liscense, to kill rap
recitants, c'mon, in the zone, with your brother
from the group home, Tical...

Or, also Method Man:

Take MCs to town is they all frown,
Ashes to ashes they all fall down,
Master you (rascals) with hazardous tactics,
Semi-automatic full wrap metal jackets,
Blasted and blasted your brain on a matress,
All you kids is all backwards and vice-a-versa.

One more, How about Naughty by Nature's "Feel me
Flow":

You're 'bout to fell the chronicles of a bionical
lyrically wrigley spittin' dismissin' I'm on a
mission I'm just hittin' Now it's written on
kittens hittin' with (brothers) I'm missin',
wishin' me listen I glisten like sun and water
while fishin'...

Or NbN's Wickedest man Alive:

118th Street keeps production, conjunction
junction nothin
Huh, what's your function?
I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude
How can he diss? Your honeydip looks like a honey
dude
So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good
health
So before you come and try the Treach, try
yourself
Cos I ain't havin it, remember act like you know
And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door
I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya
gator
A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later
Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next
This track is KayGee's baby and he named it "Def"
I'm smokin in em, it's like chimneys, I ain't
friendly
(Screw) your fendy, I'm swingin for your diet
kidney
Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op
Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle
spot
The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm
damn good to be a no good, hooded by
the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
They call me the wickedest man alive, make em
jump.


So what do you think? It's not supposed to make
sense, necessarily, by the way. I just thought
I'd share some of my favorites.

OG Finch-dawg, da big balla one-deuce