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werd yo, check this lyrical dopness:

Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you gon do
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew
Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two
If you knew half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck
Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I'ma make it hard for a sucka nigga to flex
Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work well wit Nines AK's and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef you can bring ya best and we'll be standin..

that shit is whack yo
 
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his no common, but his the best 'mainstream' hiphop artist out now...

was nominated lyricist of the year at the souce awards actually

you can't judge a rapper on his single

that verse actually owns most of the mainstream songs last year
 

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hiphophorray123 said:
his no common, but his the best 'mainstream' hiphop artist out now...

was nominated lyricist of the year at the souce awards actually

you can't judge a rapper on his single

that verse actually owns most of the mainstream songs last year


T.I is good. urban legend deserved more recognition


and that guys verse blows. if hes pokin fun of hip hop then lets poke fun at his rock music


"I JUSSSSS WANNNA KILLL MYSELF!!!!1 IMM SOOOO DEPRESSSED, LET ME CUT MY WRISTS AND STAB MY CHEST!!!! OH MY LIFE SUCKS SO IM GONNA SCREAM INTO THE MIC, WEAR BLACK AND LOOK LIKE A DIKE!!!!!!!!!"


yeh


im out.


btw Nas >> T.I
 

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When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
F**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a f**kin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my f**kin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this
bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin'
callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
 

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artfag said:
When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
F**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a f**kin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my f**kin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this
bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin'
callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.


cool! quote biggie smalls! now tell me the running theme of that album.

the beginnning is him being born, then it goies to him having fun in his life, then it goes to his death as from that song.


well done
 

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illmatic said:
cool! quote biggie smalls! now tell me the running theme of that album.

the beginnning is him being born, then it goies to him having fun in his life, then it goes to his death as from that song.


well done
fantastic, i know quite well what the album is about- but that doesn't hide the fact that he's rapping about suicide and dressing in black
 

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artfag said:
fantastic, i know quite well what the album is about- but that doesn't hide the fact that he's rapping about suicide and dressing in black

Didn't you see my point? The guy who typed up that verse, to me, looked as if he was mocking the hip hop genre by talking about all these stereotypes. So i did it back to him, stereotyping the rock genre - even though i know my stereotyping isn't true.

and still you only mentioned one song, big deal.
 

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how was he stereotyping the genre? that's a verse from TI - Bring Em Out and it sucks
 

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and you are a disgrace to the name 'illmatic', i really am quite offended
 

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Yer top song, The Game ft. 50 Cent - How we do it
Ludacris - Get Back
Kanye West - The New Workout Plan
XZibit - Hey Now
Scribe - Dreaming
Lil' Wayne - Go DJ
Lil' John ft. Trick Daddy - Let's Go

also some good songs.
 

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artfag said:
and you are a disgrace to the name 'illmatic', i really am quite offended

whys that? it's a classic album; and i know more about hip hop than you son. so quit with the insults
 

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artfag said:
how was he stereotyping the genre? that's a verse from TI - Bring Em Out and it sucks

I thought he was using that verse to stereotype the whole genre - as it mentions pimps etc etc (what people usually think is associated with hip hop). And so i hit back at him. Get it now?
 

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