Cappadonna is the 10th honorary member of the Wu-Tang Clan, and also known to be legendarily wack, constantly outshined on songs he appears on. Triumph is a great example of this, a track where the ENTIRE Clan slaughters Cappa's verse, even ODB, who doesn't even drop a verse. I mean, half his verse doesn't even rhyme:
"I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods"
Ugh, awful... but that's only half the story. Earlier, Cappadonna (aka Cappachino) was on one track on Cuban Linx (Ice Water) and five tracks on Ironman (Iron Maiden, Winter Warz, Fish, Camay, Daytona 500), and he BLAZED his verses, absolutely killed them. On Iron Maiden, for example:
"Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For violatin' my position,
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards"
Both his flow and lyrics were unstoppable, the exact opposite of his later performances. But what I REALLY don't get is... how'd he degrade such lengths, in such short time? I mean, Ironman and Wu-Tang Forever were only released about a year apart, right?
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