QB Finest & Tragedy Khadafi & Nashawn & Nature & Nas & Mobb Deep & MC Shan & Cormega & Capone
Havoc, Big Noyd & Shanté
Nas & Ruc
Nas
Jungle, Cormega & Poet
Nas & Bravehearts
Capone-N-Noreaga & Imam Thug
Nature
Prodigy of Mobb Deep
Nas & Pop & Blitz (Pop)
Lord Black, Littles, Craig G & Chaos
Mr. Challish
Prodigy of Mobb Deep & Nas
Infamous Mobb
Nas, Bravehearts & Millennium Thug
Nas & Millennium Thug
The origin of “Power Rap”, from Nas' 2000 compilation QB’s Finest, can be found on some of the advanced/leaked versions of Mobb Deep’s 1999 album Murda Muzik (known then as “Pile Raps”). The original version compared to what was released on QB’s Finest features a slightly altered beat.
[Verse]
Pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back
I told y'all niggas ninety-eight lives that
Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap
Two thousand where your pistols at?
Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue
Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing
Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit
Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit
Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch
Yo you's a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when
You're growlin' all over the tape, you get chewed when
I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete
We splash more niggas than the wavepool did
Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill
Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real
You steady playin' the field
Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can't feel
You cooked up a half-ass meal
It's time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel
My shit fills, the appetite of the populace
We could do it via satellites just us
And show the world how that ass get bust
Ever since a little yuke, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just rush
Like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus
You get penalized, for tryin' to rock with the upmost
Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost
The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin' to share
With the planet, you need to be shot rappin'
I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin'
Fake thugs wanna front like they contractin'
Numbers on my head, thun please, I'm here waitin'
You can't touch me, there's no fake love amongst me
There's no fake niggas that's run with me
Somebody gave y'all the wrong info, I ain't get kicko-ed
You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at
You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that
I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at
From Sumnerville to BX and back
To the lab in the dungeons
My house of reresentatives stay starvin', beats thumpin'
We unholy, 'cause there ain't a part missin'
My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker
Power Rap (freestyle interlude) was written by Prodigy of Mobb Deep.
Power Rap (freestyle interlude) was produced by Havoc.
Prodigy of Mobb Deep released Power Rap (freestyle interlude) on Tue Nov 21 2000.