Addio a Craig Mack: il rapper di Flava in ya ear è morto all’età di 46 anni scritto da Alberto Muraro 13 Marzo 2018 Craig Mack, uno dei rapper di punta della scena USA anni ’90, è scomparso poche ore fa all’età di 47 anni. Secondo quanto riportato dai media statunitensi la causa della morte è da attribuire ad un’insufficienza cardiaca. #CraigMack, was one of the dopest, most beloved MCs to ever touch the mic. #RIP to a legend. https://t.co/w8OSIu8J90 pic.twitter.com/d256JooO0t — The Root (@TheRoot) March 13, 2018 Dopo aver debuttato con lo pseudonimo di MC EZ, Craig Mack raggiunge il successo con il singolo Flava in Ya Ear, che potete ascoltare qui sotto Successivamente vengono pubblicati diversi remix del brano, con la collaborazione di rapper e collegh del calibro di Notorious B.I.G. e Busta Rhymes. Il primo album, Project: Funk da World, viene pubblicato nel 1994 dalla Bad Boy Records, il secondo, Operation: Get Down, viene pubblicato nel 1997 per la Street Life Records. Qui sotto video e testo di Flava in ya ear di Craig Mack. Testo Bad Boy, come out and play You know we had to do a remix, right? Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays Fuck a fair one I get mines the fast way The ski mask way Ransom notes Far from handsome but damn a nigga tote More guns than roses Foes is Shaking in their boots Invisible bullies like The Gooch Disappear vamoose you’re wack to me Take them rhymes back to the factory I see The gimmicks, the wack lyrics The shit is depressing, pathetic, please forget it You’re mad cause my style you’re admiring Don’t be mad, UPS is hiring You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop With that freestyle you’re bound to get shot Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot Pack the gat a lot The flav’s bout to drop, uh Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I’m kicking new flava in ya ear Mack’s a brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Word up don’t rap no crap you bore me Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me I’m straight that great plus the heads straighten dreads I’m everlasting like the toe on Pro Keds A tech nine When I rhyme Plus I climb Word is bond You’re album couldn’t fuck with one line It’s been three years since you last hear But now I reappear your heart pumps fear To your gut Did your girl’s butt I scraped it, shaped it, now she won’t strut I smash teeth Fuck your beef No relief I step on stage, girls scream like I’m Keith You won’t be around next year My rap’s too severe Kicking mad flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I’m kicking new flava in ya ear Mack’s a brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Twenty one ninety four Mad muthafuckin’ hardcore It’s my turn to burn now explore The flava in ya ear, it’s the boyscout I make outs I make other rappers have doubts You’re fucking with the wrong clan and the wrong man, that’s it Now you got to get your dome split I’m going into my knapsack with my gat Take off my hat Yes, I’m just cool like that The dangerous The ruggedness From the Flatbush abyss BLS, 97, KISS bounce to this I wanna live long in this rap game Niggas know my name Yo Puffy (burn ‘em in the flames) You’re jingling baby (go ‘head daddy) You’re jingling baby (go ‘head daddy) Uh, blowticious Skeevee delicious Gimme coos coos, love me good Unh damn Hollis to Hollywood but is he good? I guess like the jeans uh Flava like pralines Sick daddy iaaamean Papa love it when he does it Niggas buzz it But tell me was it really just the flava that be clogging your ears The most safest behavior is to stay in the clear It’s all for you, it’s really all for you (now what?) Punch back Close your eyes try to munch that Oil up your ankles let your Tims tap Bite the flava it reacts to your gold caps Word to mama I tongue kiss a pirhana Electrocute a barracuda I’m here to bring the drama Yo yo the flavas in your ass crease ha Busta Rhymes’ about to bring the noise, don’t cease ha Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha Everybody Hey hey hey, you better believe it’s Busta Rhymes and yo We’re bout to rip the Tri-State Ay yo, hey hey hey I’ll split your face and give you stitches Throw niggas in ditches Smack the ass on fat bitches Wait one sec As I get down I’m rolling with The heavyweight connec’ to the stomping ground Now don’t you get suspicious Grant your wishes everytime Breaking dishes when I bust a rhyme I know one thing the whole world least expected Was how we all connected to break fool on the same record Five new flavas on beat, feel the fuckin’ heat I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street Instead of copping pleas just freeze Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees When I get down and disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere Fuckin’ flava’s in your ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I’m kicking new flava in ya ear Mack’s a brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I’m kicking new flava in ya ear Mack’s a brand new flava in ya ear 94, East Coast represent Bad Boy, rock on, Moe D, rock on Qual era la vostra canzone preferita di Craig Mack?