PhonZhi
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"Pac aint even close to my top 30-40"

"Pac aint even close to my top 30-40"

He's spending too much time hating on Pac. So many essays


that nikka he quoting Michael Connor said changes was weak becasue it didn't have diverse schemes, and Pac used way as a end rhyme twice.Dude said Changes might be Pac's most technical songHe definitely haven't heard Pac's discography.

This is true, no one is disputing Pac had passion and was great to listen to. But don't try and feed us some bullsh1t and rewrite history saying he's a technical lyrical MC when even he would tell you that's not him
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maybe if they tried to understaaaand me ....what should i do?/
i had to feed my fukkin faaaamily....what else could i do?/
But be a thug/
out slangin wit da homies/
fukk hangin wit them phonies/
in da clubs/
Got my mind on daaaanger/
neva been a straaaanger/
to homocide/
my cities' full of gang baaaangers/
and drive-bys![]()
Real shyt..these nikkas talkin dumb shyt..fukk all that..I'd put 96 pac up against all them nikkas with confidence...he was blacking out on everything he was touching..and by time he hit Deathrow, his flow was on some next level shyt, check cali love remix or the last verse on made nikkas..nikkas was spazzing..Pac was great, he was a technician, he just wasn't the standard, he was himself and his own influences rather than what was thought to be technical at the time, but he was certainly a technician, he was also a songwriter, artist and poet. He was amazing to me, he was a master, he did shyt as a science, some of it was natural but a lot of it was deliberate, he created moods, vibes and energy with his songs. He was extremely masterful, most may not understand what I'm saying but Pac was a master, his success, popularity and love isn't by mistake, if he was a wack technician he wouldn't have connected, he figured out what worked for him and connected the most and went with that.
Oh shyt!! I didn't even notice "slanging" and "hangin" rhymed toocome on man u the fam but so many syllables in these lines rhymed.
Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do?
I had to feed my fukkin' family; what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies
fukk hangin' with them phonies in the club!
Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
that u missed.

Oh shyt!! I didn't even notice "slanging" and "hangin" rhymed too![]()
This the kind of shyt that allows white folks to come in and appropriate the culture.Bars, technicalities, graphs, and shyt.Much ado about nothing.
It's all about what moves your soul.
"The big 3" combined could never make a song more socially relevant/powerful as this one
A simple truth>>>>>Technical rhyme scheme jargon.
Next they'll be saying Tyrese is "technically" better than James Brown....his density is greater![]()
What the fukk is this bullsh1t?
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DI got a shyt load of replies. I ahvent been on the in weeks and didnt expect like 3-4 pages worht of replies. I can understand alot of the reactions and wish I could reply to them all. I'mma just take an L for this thread lmao.
BTW I saw some repleis pointing out that I used similar/exact repleis on rap genius. I a on RG most of the time, and wish i could get on the coli more. Here are some examples of the type of threads that I have made on RG, that I can hopefully bring to the coli:
Kool G Rap Appreciation Thread (ULTIMATE OPINION PIECE) | Genius
Jay Z has THE GOAT legacy in all of hip hop | Genius
DMX appreciation thread | Genius
'Hold ya Head' is full of technical skill and gems.... That 2nd and especially 3rd verse though
Verse 1:
I wake up early in the mornin', mind state so military
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed or this life I lead?
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we breathe
Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks
Look how they shiver once I deliver these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery, dressed in black
Tonight we honor the dead, those who won't be back
So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years
Why worry? Hope to God, get me high when I'm buried
Knowin' deep inside only a few love me
Don't rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while, how I lived for my days as a child
I wonder now, how do we outlast?
Always get cash, stay strong if we all mash; hold ya head!
Verse 2:
These felonies be like prophecies, beggin' me to stop,
cause these lawyers gettin money every time they knock us
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game ghost
Exposed foes with my hocus-pocus flows, they froze
Now suckers idolize my chosen blows
And mo' money mean litigatin', mo' playa hatin'
Got a cell at the Pen' for me waitin'; is this my fate?
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
Never that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that
Make them understand me? Hell nah, this ain't my posse
Everyone with me is family, ‘cause everybody's got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin'
Got us all meetin' up in prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Sayin', "Please show a playa love", hold ya head! (Hold it!)
Verse 3:
God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally
Runnin' from authorities 'til they capture me
And my aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head
Tradin' conversations all night, bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls; hold ya head!

