Favorite Songs From Artists You Don't Like

Weezy too dope on the mic

Drake's his offspring

You like Wayne? LMAO wow

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Of course I like Wayne, I always vouch for him on here, why people acting like he's one of these wack new niggaz??

His newer cornball shit can be excused cuz he got mad classics under his belt n can STILL kill/outshine any verse/appearance (See "I'm on One" "Forever" "She don't Put it Down"), He done birthed a lot of these new rappers too (A$AP, Drake, Ace Hood, etc)

Say what you want bout him n his success but he one of the last Mohicans along with Jay n Nas..

He got more style then a lot of current emcees n its effortless rather than forced , can make any typa track (deep, chick, street), ain't scared to battle, n got bars!

He fell off but who didn't?

I didn't say he was wack bruh calm down. Im just shocked you like him.

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word I know you wouldn't say he's wack

I was just validatin why I fucks with Weezy in case anyone was wonderin

I love pointing out how Weezy outshined Em on Forever, Drop the World and No Love, then seeing Stans lose their shit.

He definatly didn't on No Love bruh you crazy. Em killed that shit.

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nah, Em was just yellin' again, crammin' too many words in his bars, rushing his flow and saying corny stuff... using filler syllable padding like "shit's fixin' ta" and "hard dick from this shit" all in the same bar. It's lots of dense, Dr Seuss rhymes trying to seem complex. Same thing he was doing on Fast Lane trying to keep up with modern Royce.

Wayne just let it ride with some witty punchline poetry, no filler, no forced dialogue or forced rhymes... just chill

"throw dirt on me... and grow a wild flower" smooth... Sixx Minutes

The hook, the beat, the song concept and wayne's verse make that song to me... Vapors 2010. Em llooks cool in the video, though, I'll give him that.

"I ain't never giving in again, caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them, so why the fuck would I join them when I beat them?
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them
Man, get these whack cocksuckers off stage, where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?"

first bar is ok... clean, coherent, reads and delivers like an actual sentence... even though "look at these rappers, how I treat them" sounds like something a Jewish Yoda would say because it's reversed in order to force a rhyme scheme

second bar is total dog shit... "whack cocksuckers" sounds like little kids learning to cuss for the first time

It's like that.

i could write better shit in my sleep, though, for real

before:
I'm alive again, more alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most, shit's fixin' to get thick again
They say the competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit, now I stick it in
I ain't never giving in again, caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them, so why the fuck would I join them when I beat them?
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them
Man, get these whack cocksuckers off stage, where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute, yeah, the rap was tight
But I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time so you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um
Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit and start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd, you can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game, I self-started a Roc fellow
When I'm not even in my harshest, you can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow
'Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop, I'm staying on my Monopoly board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore
When you so good that you can't say it, 'cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore
People just get sick 'cause you spit, these fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride, you never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride, killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words ain't letting up, relentless, I smell blood
I don't give a fuck, keep giving them hell, where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down, fuck what you say, just
Don't hurt me, it don't hurt me, no more
Bitch, you get no love
You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
And you don't hurt me
You don't hurt me, no more



after:
I'm alive again...
more alive than I have ever been
my circle of peers stand at attention whenever I begin
to put the pen to the pad and start death sentencing many men
they say competition is fierce now, but i say let 'em in
to the lions den, where most rappers have never been
i'm so clean now i could spit in a spoon and call it medicine
never givin' in... what i feel now is complete freedom.
i throw caution to the wind so long as i keep breathin'
look how I treat 'em, and you know i don't need 'em
why the fuck would I join the dream team... when I already beat 'em?
i'm a freak who spits on pussies, before i eat 'em
bum rushin' the stage, where the hell's ODB when you need him?
i'll snatch the mic and i'll let you finish in a minute
yeah that rap was nice but it didn't,
come close to the greatest verse of all time, now did it?
you should go back to the lab, rethink, rewrite and re-spit it
come back with something that sounds less like gibberish
...and more like lyrics
but it still won't matter after i shatter the stage like
a fat bitch gettin' fatter and ice skatin' a line in the same place twice
father figure, author, director and playwright
stage fright makes my understudies up and just exit stage right
the limelight makes weak people scared of the daylight
i make em get down and lay low with every word that i say right
it's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place
out to the parkin' lot, so loud it sends signals up into space
blow out the speakers, stage dive off the edge and jump all up in ya face
run circles around the cypher and have 'em runnin' in place
"it's OG loc babay... gun in the waist"
set fire to the mic, and ignite the crowd
have 'em repeat every single rhyme i say and say it twice as loud
cold hearted, ever since the day i boguarded the game
the dirt i do is why you don't know my government name
what drove me fuckin' insane wasn't the fame
it was bein' too real to be seen fuckin' with lames
until i topple off of the top, i'm not gonna stop
dirt rockslides off my shoulders and causes collars to pop
pop lock in the spot til my hip don't hop and i stop
until my body rots in a dirt plot box with solid rock on the top
the tombstone says i got no love for the cops
and says i got shot in study hall because I kept on studyin' Pac
keep screamin' on beats til my jugular ruptures and pops
and curse until grave robbers get shocked just for touchin' the lock
i'm so good i can't brag, or say it myself
only watch 'em put out albums that shouldn't make their way to the shelf
'cause it's not even cool to have an ego and be cocky
all i gotta do is be seen to make a carbon copy seem sloppy
your drops dribble and drool, like cripples midgets and idiots do
i held everybody back so long they have to live in the school
like detention, the clock ticks slower in pro sessions
whille mid air suspension teaches new dogs an old lesson
you'll never break my stride or slow the momentum
from moment to moment, i'll always get mo' mentions
all you go getters get nothin' but doses of slow venom
put your career in slow motion and tell you to go get 'em
that's thug motivation, a made man mafioso confession
even if you survive, you'll never learn to cope with depression
or ever live life to it's fullest, with no drugs
go ahead and pull it, you'll be doin' life with a bullet and no slugs
where were you when i fell, ho? you know you get no love
the closest to love you'll get from me is murder with no gloves



that shit took 45 mins while i'm eatin' chicken & brocoli, and watching this fucked up horror movie on netflix

What? He wasn't yelling at all. Bar for bar Weezy got shitted on. Em was talking real shit. Wayne can't keep up w/ them blood gang lines. He did his thing but nahhh.

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"[10 unneccessary, non-rhyming words in a single line that don't flow, and then the closer is:] you can still get roasted cuz Marsh is not mellow"



that is retarded af. If you are going to say things like that, you need to dial down the aggression and not take yourself so seriously with the delivery and mood... put some deliberate weighting, smoothness, style and levity in your delivery, and say it ironically... and that's going to require cutting out 10+ words of filler in almost every line of that verse.

only thing Weezy even said about bloods was combination is the G code, and I'm in bleed mode... both lines were perfectly metered and delivered, both witty, succinct and sharp, neither were corny as fuck peewee herman with roid rage material.

I thought nobody cared about that cheesy ass song anymore.

There should be a Weezy only version with two Weezy verses, like when Thugz Mansion came out, and the one on God's Son had 2:1 Nas instead of 2:1 Pac.

Hmm, I think Ninja MIGHT be onto something tbh.

Do you think, Ninja, this makes the case for Royce being better than Em? Royce is a LOT LESS filler typically. And even when it is filler it's more entertaining.

Nowadays Royce is better than Eminem by a noticeable margin. I personally like Royce's albums, and almost everyone loves Death Is Certain, but it's hard to argue that Eminem's overall album output is light years better... just totally ruined by the last few years of releases. While Royce is doing his Slaughterhouse thing, he's slacking on his solo album game, but the content being produced on all those posse cuts is still ridiculous.

With that said, even back in the day, I think Royce was a better rapper, bar for bar. Eminem was better at his corny stuff then, so it wasn't corny... but it was corny and childish stuff in retrospect, the same way a lot of Canibus's best stuff from back in the day seems kind of stupid now (still one of my favs regardless). There's a reason Em sounded like a goofball "rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit" next to Black Thought and Mos Def on BET.

Today's hip-hop climate doesn't want "homos and vicodin" anymore, funny or otherwise... I can still appreciate it in a creative sense, but you'd get the "pause" treatment and the silent treatment at URL, and the average consumer wouldn't vibe to it. It's why Relapse fell flat (I dig it), and his whole style/identity getting lapped and rejected is why he doesn't know what to say or how to say it anymore.

I always think Royce was better on most of their old collabs, and he was better at unorthodox bar structures like this:

"Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws
With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass"

...and making them sound like they weren't unorthodox at all. That was off Bad Meets Evil on SSLP (obviously), which they were neck and neck on, and Em KILLED it... but the scheme there is like the opposite of that Jewish Yoda compromise I was talking about a few posts ago - he didn't have to reverse it to make it flow, even though the inner and end-multis are reversed, so the dialogue remains natural/conversational.

As far as filler goes, modern Royce seems like he studied the Bad Boy model that Jadakiss talked about once. Jada said him and the Lox would write tons of bars, and have to keep redoing it til they got a final draft like they were interns. Only keep the best lines, keep trimming the fat and replacing it with better bars, and whittle it down to the best 16 it can be.

Out of Slaughterhouse, imo, Budden actually has the least corny stuff and filler even though he's considered the weak link. It's 'cause he's got complexity, punches, wordplay and metaphor misdirection, but it's not high concept or super technical... no magic or science fiction, mostly just real talk and slick talk, so he doesn't have to "make" it work, it just does. As a consequence, he can be boring after awhile, but it's still a sign of consistency... like jump rope, or hittin' the speed bag.

Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted the game, my soul started to rot fellow
When I'm not even at my harshest, you can still get roasted cause Marsh is not mellow

What doesn't rhyme there?? I guess "fuck the world getta chow outta" is prime time rhyme shit? Smh Em buried that nigga

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