wait nvm theres 2, this one was pretty good too :)Quote:
Originally Posted by santacruz_organic
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wait nvm theres 2, this one was pretty good too :)Quote:
Originally Posted by santacruz_organic
rhymes like these cant be imitated
splitting minds like manic depression
they bounce like compound fractures
ending before you even initiated
dope lyrical content has left the room
fresh emcees begin to circumvent
hood up to the new cash mixture
bent from this spliff i breathe
fire hotter than the green you spent
bartender close me out
there is nothing left for me here
twisted on the poisons routed
to humanity that felt the burn
is there a girl that i can really love
or are they all so dead inside
they let guys wait their turn
is it all really this fucked up
the consciousness begins to burn
if they could see my mind turning
it would all end up the same
like a silent heart attack
brought at the end of the park
an icepick left spinning
its way past the heart of all beings
my government creeps in the dark
persecuting the most peaceful
only tax funded shots ring out
in a land that once felt its freedom
be shattered by barking dogs
and battering rams not reason
tough as anyone else can be
not showing a hint of weakness
looking around this sad hostile world
no rhymes answer the questions remaining
is there any chance that simply
i will love and be free?
yo the revolution is back one time
to drop another rhyme for my kind
the fresh stoney peeps at cannabis.com......
truth explodes within our minds
we're not the only ones
but its on us they capitalize
the realness of this evil
is felt within the people
left to die in harsh conditions
making the street look stable
to prisons they lead the line
families left to wonder
beg, plea for new life
to stop the growing hunger
on the inside nothing is heard
hustlas, bangers take the throne
welcoming the new playas
to their concrete warzone
guards look the other way
to fill their noses and watch tv
suspect in a warrantless crime
peace no longer a concern homie
its about survival this time
week two the inmate is ready
shank in shoe with steady conviction
they start beefin then a
slicing occurs, a peaceful man
turned deadly by his own system
on the outside all can see
the inequity handed to
conscious ones that blow trees
whatever is done about it
won't change the way things be
money and power run the day
apathy through commerce
play this nation like a game
stand strong my people
keep fighting for your freedom
never stop your own life
to comply with greed one time
burn the herbs that save you
fill the bowl to the brim
trichomes burst so you inhale
feel it turn on, exhale toxins
it's up to us to call on them
stand up as americans
who are not violent and have
natural rights to burn the fire
so blow clouds in their direction
bg steppin to the pothead competition
we all spittin rhymes i got cottonmouth so i listened
now i glistened, malt liquor down my throat
id like to christen, but first im gettin blowed
twist up a J - thats not for me - ima G
blunt, bong or exstacy
step to me and see i take it how i want it
i got all kinds of green man but i dont flaunt it
mariju - want it right now cause im a straight fiend
beat ya down in an alley for a twanky of green
im on every scene, slang rocks, all day, G to a O
seriously, not bullshittin, ex-dealer of blow
smokin straight dro, cause i need it to ease my nerves
im dodgin the cops hard with quarter pieces of birds
plus i got mad herb and i aint tryin to go to jail
you a witness i gouge your eyes out, now you readin braille
ill send ya mail with some anthrax in it
drive by smack your ass with the windows tinted
trust me im full of fuckin disrespect
but dont stop suckin while my dick erect
i rep my set, but im my own supplier
keep bodies in the fridge and pounds of skunk in the drier
so much shit to get rid of i need a mother fuckin flyer
you got the weight, im the buyer
you got the blunt, ill get you higher
dont need a retirement fund, im retired
smash your face with the butt of a gun, then your fired
gotta go time to get beer
get at me...
BG
this one here's for my love
straight sent from above
a gift in my life it's that sweet sticky bud
i'm in love with tha herb
keep me high as a bird
smoke till i choke mayne the shit is absurd
joo let's go cop a sack
go hop in the lac
we'll run get some chronic and then we'll head back
break out the bong
put on my song
purple kush in my lungs got my head gone
i'm off in my zone
jus leave me alone
one mo big hit and then my mind blown
relax and jus chill
mayne i jus can't sit still
my head spinnin round and i'm feelin ill
this some serious shit
got me feelin so lit
where that bong go joo? i need one mo hit
i used to do lyrics back in the day
give me a topic and il spit about it
this thread represents the down fall of society
I spit it quick
quicker than i can freestyle
cuzz i'm still puffin dro
and gettin buckwylee
Yo shit is weak
You need some bleach
cuzz i'm coming in here from L.A.
the place where i kickit everyday
We puff on blunts, and sippin on cognac
i think thats what has the niggas comin back
cuzz i be slingin like i aint got no choice
motherfuckas we celebrate everyday
and lightup like its the FOURTH!
yo shit is lacking
and you bitching like its the time of yo' menstration
shit that's your frustration
cuzz when i'm on the mic
i keep it lit up
like the club's full of candles
and vandles rockin da kicks
holding handles of greey goose
that stuff will make you loose
this is hillarious! most of you don't even know what your talking
alot of you are shit and sound exactly the same as each other just trying to imitate other people, the whole culture which surrounds comercial rap is a load of shit
apart from a few exeptions Most rap is just bullshit if you listen to the lyrics
lol
ofcourse i'm white
but its great because freestyling is fun
your fucking ignorant for saying "everyone thinks there black"
your fucking stupid
who cares, its a type of music
and actually listen to the song "4th chamber" by gza which is "hip hop" and has amazing lyrics. Lots of underground hip hop has great lyrics.
fuck mainstream commercial rap... obviously that shit sucks
everyone here is just messing around making up freestyles, you dont have to be a douche and come in here and be a dick... get the fuck out
i guess i'll pack ma shit up den nigga !
well let me fire up my blunt and continue to roll,
ain't even gone pay attention to tha silly lil troll
everybody be cappin and hating on me,
cuz they see me riding deep in lac on 3s
rag top candy paint and screens gone glow
pop the trunk when i stunt bass hit low
all my trill weed smokas go on fiya up to this
take hit fo mista sipp and make sho you hold that shit
skunk up in my blunt and i'm higher than you
come 2 bump that funk and joo its sick as tha flu
holla at ya people when ya see me in tha jack
go own and chunk ya deuces watch me chunk em back
this all up off tha head for that cann dot com
i ain't neva went to war but bet i can drop bombs
so who's the next one to hustle up and show some skill
watch me flex my damn muscle on this FREESTYLE DRILL
its a shame how hip hop has turned rap into a business/
its a well known fact money has turned men into bitches/
i remember back in the day hip hop used to be a hobby/
nowadays you cant develop a style without someone tryin to copy/
commercial hip hop fuck it, its all basically the same thing/
now you cant be an underground rapper without everybody hating/
fuck 50, fuck g-unit, fuck all the money hungry assholes/
podge just reps the real shit to start a revolution like castro/
i choose break dancing and graffiti over jewellery and big rides/
they ruin the hip hop culture and y'all just seem to stand by/
all they want in life, is the money and the fame/
everyone seems to buy the tracks, but you know they sound the same/
i buy music from underground peeps just to play my part/
hip hop doesnt make me money, but its always in my heart/
just a little something considerin savagepossom is hatin on commercial rap
if you think all rap is bullshit mate then your just not listenin to the right artists. if ya want i could hook you up wit some proper music, just pm me your msn addy or somethin
I just woke up and have shit to do, but when I get back I can kick a freestyle ahha.
i ain't even trippin
once i go on slip this clip in
and this choppa get ta spittin
bitch ya betta get ta gettin
i ain't even fuckin kiddin
mayne the shit jus get ta rippin
taking lives an leavin victims
if i hit em then they flippin
lose they shit n start ta twitchin
tell ya mayne ya shoulda listened
when i tried to mention
that you need to pay attention
told you bitch i'm on a mission
of addition of comission
so i'm whippin in tha kitchen
go on batter up that chicken
mayne my work is finga licken
take a lick and keep on tickin
how we do we keep it switchin
28s on expeditions
got yo bitches britches drippin
i ain't even trickin
but you know that she be lickin
on my stick and i ain't pickin
hit quick and then i'm splittin
call my cuz and then we fiddin
to go get up on this riddim
on the beat you know i'm shittin
bout to rip it to oblivion
i done made me a million
freestyle drill joo i done killed em
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Originally Posted by Podge_Boro
hey i'm not saying all rap is shit cause cypress hill are the dogs bollocks. I dont have msn so could you post some names of artists?
Yeah, I agree most people here are following commercial stereotypes. It's a shame really...that's what makes hip-hop have such a bad rep outside of the culture. But, yeah, you are also ignorant and naive if you think most rap is bullshit. Commercial makes up for like 1% of hip-hop. But, as an artist, you gotta have one or two commercial tracks on a record (not necessarily about guns and girls)...they are called singles.
The words 'commercial' and 'mainstream' are such loose terms, that they really don't even make sense anyway. Would you consider Eminem and Jay-Z commerical because 1 or 2 out of 20 songs on the album is a catchy single? If you do..fine..but they are still 2 of the best hip-hop artists of all time no matter what the characterization.
all artists on QN5 are shit hot (cunninlynguists, pack fm, immortal technique...)
the roots
tech n9ne
talib kweli (one of the best lyricists ever)
mos def
slug
eyedea
brother ali
c-rayz walz
apathy
celph titled
jedi mind tricks
people under the stairs
looptroop
there is alot more, if i still had my old pc id be able to post a couple of hundred undergeround albums, fuckin viruses
i posted some more in another thread somewhere, might be some more there
Eminem and Jay Z both sold out big time. Jay has even admited to selling out.Quote:
Originally Posted by MacWQ33
I'm the one that brought the tech, yall get ya crew wrecked,
hit the mother fuckin deck, protect ya neck checked,
Spitten strictly sick shit, dope fiends huggin my dick,
Dusted off ya mommas block by clippen a few licks,
Whats the dips on them chips, ( boy) i'm raisen the rent,
you crew can catch me flyin in a 4 door bent, and catch the scent,
lighten treez is a must, ryden dirty lookn for a fool to bust,
burnin bluntz in the cut with the windows rolled up.
That doesn't mean that they aren't two of the greatest hip-hop artists (probably 1 and 2) of all time. I'm talking about the music and only the music.
And selling out is just a bad way of saying 'being a smart businessman'. Can't argue with that. They both went from the absolute shit bottom of the financial barrel to kings of hip-hop..might as well milk it while you have the opportunity. When you have had nothing all you're life, money is pretty good motivation.
I don't really respect selling out. Jay has skill though, and so does eminem. They are DEFINATLEY not THAT great though. Infinate was good and Jay in general has skill.Quote:
Originally Posted by MacWQ33
you could catch me on tha curb
wid a blunt of fire herb
mayne i steady slang and server
you could call me snoopy joo
cuz i'm always wid a bird
said i'm full of bull
cuz i'm runnin in a herd
fuck what you heard
mayne we came to brang pain
thangs rain leave lames
brains stained on my haines
spit flames hit dames
trick the tricks and spit game
get change grip grain
flip caine drip stains
change lanes
rearragne the main frame
dang mayne sippi sick as castro
all about my cash flow
smokin on some hash tho
bitch you know i stash dro
still got six from my last grow
askin what i rap foe
maybe cuz i tap hoes
off a track a smash pro
so quit ya fuckin bitchin
and jus give em what they ask fo
Overall...taking every possible category into question, they are two of the best. Flow, delivery, rhyme scheme, lyrics, subject matter, change of style, pitch, & tempo, passion, album sales, growth as an artist, number of records, commercials hits, street hits, ability to spit on any beat, ability to make a great song, inspiring lyrics, respect from peers, influence on hip-hop as a genre...meaning they both changed a whole entire genre of music in a positive way, etc. Can only say that for maybe a handful of other MC's (Nas, Tupac, BIG to name a few). But besides all that shit, Em got 4 albums (counting Infinite) you can listen to song for song, and Jay got like 8 lol.
Not to mention Jay doesn't even write his lyrics on paper, and has worked his way up to CEO of the biggest record company in the world (it's a business man, you gotta realize that, it's not selling out..it's doing what you're suppose to, trying to make it to the top by conversing your music to the world). Em got the whole country in a stir concerning many issues...not many people can do that.
You might be an underground-head, which is fine. But, you gotta keep an open-mind past the underground. And I just wanted to throw this out there...not trying to change your mind or anything, just maybe give you something to think about...helping out a fellow hip-hop head. I hope you enjoyed my thoughts lol...cheers.
Sorry for all that...haha...I just got the flow like H20 goes through a hose. A little diarrhea of the mouth.
Alright, I can respect that. Can't really think of anyone off the top of my head that did all those things you mentioned, maybe Common, but besides that I dunno.Quote:
Originally Posted by MacWQ33
Thanks man..much appreciated. And yes I totally agree, Common has definitely come a long way and his music has influenced many people and effected hip-hop in such a positive light, probably even more so than many. People who look down on hip-hop seem to look past the Commons and the Talibs, and it's rather unfortunate for those people.
I can't really rap for shit, but here is my sad attempt at a freestyle.
Here I am, stylin on cann dot com
about to drop a lyrical bomb
My lyrics suck and I have barely any flow
My contents are that of your average joe
I'm bi-polar and take a gang of meds
and I rep for all the hiphop heads
Mary Jane, the most amazing girl I think i'll ever meet
Always giving happiness, what a great feat
They way she treats my mood is amazing
No better feeling then when we blazing
Everything hot like fire
All her chrystals and hair I admire
yeah that kinda sucked and I just came at a blank after that so yeah
Hip hop ain't dead she jus livin in tha south,
Skatin on 8s done got some ice up in her mouth.
Hate it if ya want and say we ain't taken over
But the truth is southern playas always keep it colder
I be rocked up from my feet up to my head
Said I'm a paper baker cuz I'm alll about my bread
Catch me in the slab rollin up some sticky bud
bumpin funk i pop tha trunk and show love to my hood
Say whats up to tha sippi when ya see me in the streets
Mayne my rims as big as midgets in some three inch cleats
You know I keep it hotter than some lava in a mothafuckin volcano
I think I lost my mind in 89 but I'm still gettin some brain tho
Watch me swang the lane when I come down in my lac
once I get up in my thang joo it ain't no turnin back.
Pack the gat and get ta bustin
Buckin while ya fuckin cussin
Hollin bout some motha fuck em
Fuck him and his fuckin cousin
Joo this liquor got me buzzin
Bout to hit em wid a dozen
Slugs and what he was in
done got fuckin done in
heat hotter than a oven
and joo you know that i ain't love em
listen ima show u guys how to rap, cuz im like an expert at that shit.
You might see me walkin down the street
Sellin sacks that are not skeet
YES I hulstle and I flow
and Sell anything for do
if you listen to my rap
you surely won't nap
my beats are too sweet
under my sheets or on my feet
always fuckin hot hoez
tearing off there clothez
rollin down foty fo
I get out den shut my do
freestyle is my way
yes I blow so much yay
Smoke foty jays a day
fuck bitches without pay
yes her twat is in my face
her tits are in their place
****** is de best race
rockin' 12 inch cocks
wearing million dollar rocks
got a hundred pairs of socks
if you come please just knock
no need to even lock
bustin up gangs all day
bangin thangs all day
from dust until dawn
'till I need to cut my lawn
yes it always goes on
oh look now the shows gone
***** you too late
death will be yo fate
once I get through wit you
cut a ***** hoe back 'till he try and sue
OH I play the game my way
my dick is so hard that you might mistake it fo clay HEY
You hear what I say?
it's cool if you gay
or even if you go both ways
You are welcome to stay
for a small amount of pay
couples stoppin by here
smokin' and drinkin beer
Even ones wit ever clear
"till the point of no return
when will a hoe learn
to not fuck wit me
I bust a nut then pee
you see?
don't mess with wit me p
if so you better flee
cuz I be poppin at yo b
drop you in the sea
or we could talk over a cup of tea
people, dont sleep on mines... mines that fire.
Put me on a tape-track, Ill spit straight crack/
and pile bricks up, till im makin like eight-stacks/
so how do you take-that? you know that your fake-jack/
fuck leanin and rockin, the pump will make you fall straight-back/
comparin, you to me, is like a dime-to-a-brick/
they say im stinky as fuck because i rhymin-the-shit/
im like, 40 cal, a rap artist, who spit-fire/
So fall back, like steppin up on some trip-wires/
man...and for the cake you know im rippin-the-beats/
i only fuck dime pieces when im hittin-the-sheets/
so theyre askin if i flip out, i flip-off-police/
flippin bricks, even nicks, im hittin chicks-with-the-meat/
i... rap-tight, lyrical black-light/
cuz im different than other mother fuckers and thats-right/
me? im, crazy-as-fuck, guns, eighty-will-buck/
you couldnt beat me in a battle with the lady-of-luck/
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MASTA Mynd, his rhymes are hot, but his mind is blind,
flames throwing, plants growin, in the land of kind!
in the land-of-kind, im the man-with-rhymes/
damn-hes-fine, so all the ladies stand-in-line/
my plans-to-shine, till i cant-go-blind/
am i evil or good? shit ill let the plants-decide/
but as the plants decide, the man relies,
on much more than his thoughts,
grow life can lead to many knots,
but of course, it will leave you with mucho pot
mucho-pot, shit im tryna shoot-those-shots/
through the hoop, hula hoop, till im through-those-spots/
lyrical rhymes, a miracle of irritable kinds/
try to fly high, but need weed to get to the sky/
need weed for the sky?
why not just die?
if you tryin and not flyin
and got many hoez reliein
then there really is no point
you could always smoke a joint