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I don't mind some of his songs, but the one in the OP is absolutely horrible. It sounds like he's been hanging out with Britney Spears or something. Terrible.
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Originally posted by: sonambulo
Dre beats are unstoppable
Originally posted by: state 08
His single, Stan ft. Dido is really good too.
Originally posted by: Woosta
You mean this?
Originally posted by: dbk
Just go listen to all his diss tracks.. great storyteller
classic ja rule diss
benzino diss
Originally posted by: Woosta
Originally posted by: dbk
Just go listen to all his diss tracks.. great storyteller
classic ja rule diss
benzino diss
I would say he has the worst diss songs ( come on, he disses pop artists, benzino, ja rule ). The ones listed below are far better IMHO:
2nd round KO, Ether, Bitch in Yoo, Hit em Up, Long Kiss Goodnight, H to the OMO, No Vaseline, Westside Slaughtahouse, Rip vs Bis, Bridge is Over
Storyteller-wise I'd say Nas, Kool G Rap, Common, Biggie, Slick Rick, Jay-Z, Ice Cube, Immortal Technique, Cormega, Aesop Rock, Pharaohe Monche exceed him.. far overrated.
Originally posted by: LtPage1
The whiteness is strong with this thread.
Originally posted by: Ocguy31
Originally posted by: Woosta
Originally posted by: dbk
Just go listen to all his diss tracks.. great storyteller
classic ja rule diss
benzino diss
I would say he has the worst diss songs ( come on, he disses pop artists, benzino, ja rule ). The ones listed below are far better IMHO:
2nd round KO, Ether, Bitch in Yoo, Hit em Up, Long Kiss Goodnight, H to the OMO, No Vaseline, Westside Slaughtahouse, Rip vs Bis, Bridge is Over
Storyteller-wise I'd say Nas, Kool G Rap, Common, Biggie, Slick Rick, Jay-Z, Ice Cube, Immortal Technique, Cormega, Aesop Rock, Pharaohe Monche exceed him.. far overrated.
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Originally posted by: QueBert
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this guy's like a battered wife
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch!
Do somethin! At least one punchline
C'mon! till the meter reads 9-9-9-
ty-nine percent of my fans are blond
'Bis c'mon answer me man respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
Bite another line from Redman's song
But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Aluda Ra
Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance
Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the menacing man
I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are fast and in their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All this fast s*** and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
N Y City, grab a hold and ride with me
Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with money bags
Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast
And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off, I count off when you sample my voice
I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS
NAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE IZZO?
For shizzle you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather Sean John, bore me with your fake coke rhymes
And those times, they never took place, you liar
Hung was your first court case, you had no priors
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick
Have you surrounded, you and the lovely human you down with
While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers
Corny as CORMEGA, all you Hip-Hop queers
Since ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS
That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects,
They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark
Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx
Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts
New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block
I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page
Did crimes and headline on stage
I Signed a contract, so here it is, you have it
Streets disciple, I'm STILLMATIC
No rapper could rap quite like I can
You know who the f**k I am, I'm the canibus man
I had to rock to a beat like this to show you
That I'm iller then the future, the present, and the old you
I told you, wish you could take it all back don't you
Tried to smoke some canibus but canibus smoked you
Calling yourself the greatest is something you don't do
Cause after I humiliate you what will the G.O.A.T. do
You can't rap or act my main man
You goin' end up as an intern working for Def Jam
See you was never bad enough to battle with Canibus
You out of luck, I crushed you the minute I got tatted up
And every lie you told just added up cause you wasn't man enough
To be fair, but I'm mad a f**k and I've had enough
Jack the ripper or I'ma rip the jacker
Rape a rapper with a classic from his own masters
You're dead
There's a rumor going around that I got dropped
200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop
300,000 albums were shipped, you do the math
Thats 3 million in 3 months so kiss my ass
All these magazines tried to steamroll me to death
Guess what, the G.O.A.T. ain't platinum and neither is 'Clef
And I'm still here, inspite of all that shit them niggaz said
The skinny kid, the music industry's guinea pig
Tighter then ever, world's chief mic recka
Tougher then reverend run's muthaf**kin' leatha
I'm hardcore, cum shot right in your wife's face
You soft porn, you held hands on the first date
See when you was making records like I need love
Your homie Cornell was givin' it to you up the butt
Plus I heard Simone was the high school slut
And she learned how to f**k before she knew how to cuss
***** you're dead
You married a slut and had kids with her to cover up your hustle
You and your man Russell made a better couple
Your probably mad as f**k, wondering where I got the information from
Your being watched even when you take a dump
Its impossible to front, you can't hide
The chairs at your label got ears and the walls got eyes
Your living one big lie the world just don't know
You take a polygraph test that shit would probably explode
The truth is mr. smith you got a f**ked up attitude
God knows that I pitty your fans for backing you
Yo, this be the realest shit I ever wrote
You should change your muthaf**kin' name from G.O.A.T. to G.L.O.A.T
The Greatest Liar Of All Time that cannot rhyme
That cannot shine as long as I'm alive
Your prime ended 8 months before '99
And that microphone on your arm will always be mine
***** you're dead
I told you to leave it alone, but you was too stubborn
Now your in a world where the hunter becomes the hunted
Your wife is scared cause she don't want to lose a husband
And somebody keeps paging you putting 4321 in
You can't sleep at night thinking about the drama
Shit stains all up in your phat farm pijamas
Even f.u.b.u. gear looks hot until it touches you
Probably because your father undoubtedly butt-f**ked you
Mama said knock who out? I'll punch that bitch in the mouth
Cause she don't know what she talking about
Ay yo, do me a favor when you see your ghostwriters
Tell them the rhymes they wrote for you should have been a lot tighter
You could have asked me, I'll write you some lines
I'll do anything for the greatest loser of all time
You still drippin' with wack juice 'cause you wack awesome dude
If you want the last word you can have it, I'm still iller
You're dead
Originally posted by: aphex
I really dig his new single, Crack a Bottle. A few years back I used to find his stuff kinda annoying, but this new single got me to listen back to his old stuff and its really not half bad.
Am I alone here?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ymNwsg2T2w