Illest lyricist EVER. Best freestyle rapper to ever pick up the mic. He was gunned down in '99 after he was mistaken for his brother. Also did an ill 7 minute freestyle collabo with Jay-Z back before he broke out.
Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches
Puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beatin them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight friend?
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving niggaz comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down
My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you expect
To catch wreck in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
Never had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white cops till the life stops
For a low price hops
Cause my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap, click-clack
Sorry jack but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was speakin
He started reaching
So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
One of the greatest lyricists of all time.
My raps are unbelievable like aliens in flyin saucers
No more iron horses cause I'm buyin Porches
In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightnin
You seen what happened in my last fight friend? aight then
I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drive-bys in 325i's
One of the greatest to ever pick up a mic. He would have been as big as Biggie and Tupac but he was killed before the world got a taste of him. Big L was killed in Harlem NYC, near his home, in a drive-by shooting. The shooters mistaked Big L for his brother who was a notorious Harlem drug dealer.
R.I.P. - Big L
"I got the looks that make your hotty stare, I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear."
"Even my holidays got damaged, caus on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich. - Now every day I creep with the heat, aint nothin sweet, I rob for meat, if I dont steal I dont eat. - Where Im from it was a livin hell, then I started to realize Im better off in a prison cell. Now I can sleep, now I can eat, cant hit skinz, but I wasnt hittin skinz when I was in the street. - Before you know it I was robbin them same ducks, I was even robbin homeless folks for they change cups. - I just can't take it, and every day I ask myself, how will I make it?"
lamont coleman, illest mc of all time
1974 - 1999
"every minute my style switches up, they said a real man wont hit a girl well i aint real cuz i beat bitches up"
"im livin up to my extortion image, i be stalkin lenox, catchin more bodes than abortion clinics. a kid tried to take L out, shot me in the chest with a tech, i just laughed and spit the shell out"
"big L is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck, im so ahead of my time my parents havent met yet"
"the bitch type i dislike, im rougher than a fist fight, all chicks aint shit aint no such thing as ms. right"
A rapper from Harlem that made some good songs, like 'Casualties of A Dice Game' or 'Da Graveyard' or 'M.V.P.'. Sadly, he got shot up before most people could hear about him
Big L shits on most rappers out now.
One of the most under rated cats in the rap game. Had some of the sickest lyrics ever and was killed befor he could blow up.
You know the game plan C-Town thats my main man we never bring luggage we go shoppin when the plane land.
One of the best things to ever come from Harlem. Was a member of Fat Joe's group D.I.T.C. Gunned down in '99.
Rest In Peace.
"And everytime I'm jammed I always find a loophole / I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol / And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers / No more iron horses cause I'm buying Porsches" - M.V.P. ("Lifestyles ov da Poor and Dangerous" - Big L, 1995)
had some crazy lines...he was a rapper in harlem who got shot before he could make it big
get to close to me and yall get shanked up/ i knock so many teeth out i made the tooth fairy bankrupt