Do you hate rap? Come on in.

[Rebasxer]

Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

 

[MustangSVT]

Artist: Barney
Song Title: I love you
Album: Barney'S Favorites, Vol. 1
[B u y " Barney'S Favorites, Vol. 1 " CD]

I love you,
You love me,
We're a happy family,
with a great big hug,
and a kiss from me to you,
Won't you say you love me TOO!

I love you,
You love me,
We're best friends like friends should be,
With a great big hug,
And a kiss from me to you,
Won't you say you love me too

I win.

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

 

[DrPizza]

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

 

[Rebasxer]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

I bet you like Vin Deisel moves too.

 

[Feldenak]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

Ok, you are an idiot. I don't even like Dylan and can recognize he is a superior songwriter.

 

[DrPizza]

Originally posted by: Feldenak
It doesn't take much to get better than rap but here.

:music:If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I?d like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I?d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I?ve looked around enough to know
That you?re the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I?ve looked around enough to know
That you?re the one I want to go
Through time with:music:

:thumbsup:
But, I expect the OP to argue: "that sucks. The words don't rhyme enough."

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

 

[quakefiend420]

Originally posted by: Rebasxer

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

I bet you like Vin Deisel movies too.

he lives his life a quarter mile at a time...while blaring rap

 

[DrPizza]

Originally posted by: Feldenak

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

Ok, you are an idiot. I don't even like Dylan and can recognize he is a superior songwriter.

Seconded. I can't stand Dylan's voice, but lyrically, he's superior.
Hey wait a second... doesn't it take intelligence to recognize intelligence? No wonder the OP is having so much trouble! I'd stay and argue with him, but I have better things to do with my time.

 

[Rebasxer]

Originally posted by: ItmPls


Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

So bascially its another rap talking about street life, WOW, NO OTHER RAPPER HAS EVER TALKED ABOUT THE STREETS BEFORE!! This deserves a pulitzer prize.

BTW, I'm a fan of rap, but its retarded to think that it is the best genre.

 

[MustangSVT]

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: Feldenak

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

Ok, you are an idiot. I don't even like Dylan and can recognize he is a superior songwriter.

Seconded. I can't stand Dylan's voice, but lyrically, he's superior.
Hey wait a second... doesn't it take intelligence to recognize intelligence? No wonder the OP is having so much trouble! I'd stay and argue with him, but I have better things to do with my time.

no you dont argue!

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: Rebasxer

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

So bascially its another rap talking about street life, WOW, NO OTHER RAPPER HAS EVER TALKED ABOUT THE STREETS BEFORE!! This deserves a pulitzer prize.

BTW, I'm a fan of rap, but its retarded to think that it is the best genre.

I didn't post it because he's JUST talking about the streets. I posted it because the WAY he's talking about it is descriptive and almost no one else is as descriptive. If you want me to post a descriptive verse that doesn't talk about THE STREETS then I'll go fetch another song/verse.

 

[Feldenak]

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: Feldenak

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

Ok, you are an idiot. I don't even like Dylan and can recognize he is a superior songwriter.

Seconded. I can't stand Dylan's voice, but lyrically, he's superior.
Hey wait a second... doesn't it take intelligence to recognize intelligence? No wonder the OP is having so much trouble! I'd stay and argue with him, but I have better things to do with my time.

I don't have much else to do....all the local stations are All Hurricane. All the time.

 

[bandana163]

I hate rap but I won't bother translating my favorite lyrics to English.

 

[imported_yetti]

i was gonna post some retarded death metal or gwar lyrics in an attempt to be funny, but i'm gonna go with this instead:

Carcass - Heartwork

[Lead - Steer]

Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific
In contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections - degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections, of dark foul light

Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture

Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart

[1st lead - Steer]
[2nd lead - Amott]

 

[Pepsi90919]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: us3rnotfound
:music:
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.
:music:

Kiddin me?

no. that song kicks ass you wigger

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. Space + Descriptive ? Here you go.

Canibus - No Return.

No return...


Yo, scientists gather in a secret place to debate
They photographed the Earth from space and saw my face
They tried to translate the innate asiatic shape
before the final earthquakes came but it was too late
Only one eighth of the human race escaped to space
They were chased by flying phenomenon to the lunar base
Floatillas and space centers, lasers probed the entrance
DNA code sensors reject old genetics
I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics
I was injected with sodium pentathol and questioned
I relayed the message the way I was trained to remember it
I showed them the keypad code and told 'em to enter it
I told 'em which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive
He snatched it outta my hand and started depressing it
I told him detonation was definite if he kept at it
He never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped
I bowed my head like I guess this is it
My ears popped, the music stopped, and I couldn't hear sh!t



The driver jogged around to the front and opened the door
He said his name was Muhammed Jamal and he'd be with me 'till fall
He said the escort service had called
and a package would be waitin for me at the window
I said thanks, he grabbed my bags fast and put 'em in the trunk
Then he ran around to the front, slammed it in gear
Pulled off slow, winding down his window
and asked me if I minded if he smoke, I said no, he drove off
Cut my cell phone off, then I swallowed a tablet of Zoloft
Went to sleep and woke up feelin' kinda lost
I asked him what the weather's been like lately
he said he doesn't mind the heat and hates the A/C
Said he had a son who was eighteen and made beats
and I happened to be his favorite emcee
I said for real, that's crazy, I meet him later
Yo Jamal could you please do me a favor
When we get to the corner stop at the bodega
Hopped out the car, walked inside
the store's stereo was playin' Feliz Navidad
I got a pack of condoms and walked to the back of the line
There was three Taliban that was talkin' very loud
One reached in his back side and pulled out a Beretta gun
The last word I heard myself say was a four letter one
He looked me in the eye and said the drama's never done
Cuz there's no return...no return


I heard the ringtone of the red phone
Headquarters informed us there was an explosion in the red zone
We were ordered to get ready to go
and to get into our bio-weapons protective gear and clothes
I rode shotgun, my partner Ramirez drove
GPS control gave us coordinates where to go
Soon as we got there I could feel the hot air
For a second I stopped and stared, there was cops everywhere
I told 'em we need to get a square perimeter clear
We got an hour 'till nightfall, so light some flares
I said a twenty second prayer then ran to the second chair-
the lift that was there, then I waved my hands up in the air
to signal that it was clear before I ran upstairs
I could barely see, smoke was so thick in the air
I was visually impaired and started to get scared
I heard a woman scream HELP but I didn't know where
I started screamin' back I'm not gonna leave you here
Sayin to myself damn it's hard to breathe in here
Searched the rooms one by one like fvck my lungs
Ramirez said the fire truck got stuck by the front
I crawled all the way through the foyer to the end of the hallway
and seen her on the floor next to the doorway
I was half unconscious but I just ignored the pain
Helped her to her feet and she had her arm in a brace
All this tar-like black stuff was all in her face
I radio Ramirez coughin and tried to explain
I heard him say something to me like It's all in flames!
There was ceiling debris fallin all over the place
I looked her in her eye, she looked into mine, it was strange
Then I blinked for the last time and never saw her again

 

[Pepsi90919]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

you posted that last time. do you rotate like 3 rap songs over and over?

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: Pepsi90919

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

you posted that last time. do you rotate like 3 rap songs over and over?

And you posted how many songs? Not even 3? I just posted a new one.
Are you asking that I post all of them? Okay...

 

[imported_yetti]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Pepsi90919

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

you posted that last time. do you rotate like 3 rap songs over and over?

And you posted how many songs? Not even 3? I just posted a new one.
Are you asking that I post all of them? Okay...

what is this? a "see how many song lyrics you can nef" thread?

 

[quakefiend420]

ItmPls, just give it up...noone is here with half a brain is going to agree with you, you're wasting your time...go to some rap forum or something where the rest of the morons with agree with you and tell you that's all very "dope"

and saying whoever that was is lyrically ahead of Bob Dylan? bwahahahahaha, right

 

[Rip the Jacker]

"Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat
Down there
Old man down is baitin' a hook
On there
Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook
Gonna pull man into the suckling brook
Oh yeah!

Now, he's underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
That's underneath that tree
There's gonna be just you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!

I push him back and I stand in line
Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
I get on board in two-eyed time
Oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Underneath that tree
There's just gonna be you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!

Now, who's on the table. who's to tell me?
Oh yeah!
Who's on the table, who's to tell me?
Oh yeah!
Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell?
The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell
Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree"

Very... lyrical....
Any moron with half a brain can write that.

 

[Mrvile]

Originally posted by: ItmPls
"Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat
Down there
Old man down is baitin' a hook
On there
Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook
Gonna pull man into the suckling brook
Oh yeah!

Now, he's underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
That's underneath that tree
There's gonna be just you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!

I push him back and I stand in line
Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
Oh yeah!
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
I get on board in two-eyed time
Oh yeah!

Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!
Underneath that tree
There's just gonna be you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah!

Now, who's on the table. who's to tell me?
Oh yeah!
Who's on the table, who's to tell me?
Oh yeah!
Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell?
The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell
Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree"

Very... lyrical....
Any moron with half a brain can write that.

Lemme just add to the page length. Thanks.

quote:
Originally posted by: ItmPls

quote:
Originally posted by: Pepsi90919

quote:
Originally posted by: ItmPls

quote:
Originally posted by: DrPizza

quote:
Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)



Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

quote:
Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..



Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?



you posted that last time. do you rotate like 3 rap songs over and over?



And you posted how many songs? Not even 3? I just posted a new one.
Are you asking that I post all of them? Okay...



what is this? a "see how many song lyrics you can nef" thread?

 

[MartyMcFly3]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

OMFG :laugh:

When do you go back to school?