Crooked I Responds To People Saying 2pac Wasn't A Lyricist
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spliz
SplizThaDon
The first verse of Me Against The World wouldve really brought his whole multi syllable rap point home.
Verse 1: 2Pac]
“Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops on top of me
The projects is full of bullets
Though bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't reach the children, 'cause they're illin'
Addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin'
Without feelin', but will they last or be blasted?
Hard-headed b*stard, maybe he'll listen in his casket
The aftermath: more bodies bein' buried
I'm losin' my homies in a hurry, they're relocatin' to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurry
The question is will I live, no one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger
Don't wanna make excuses
'Cause this is how it is, what's the use?
Unless we're shootin', no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world, baby”
If nikkas could look at those rhymes and say Pac wasnt a lyricist they full of shyt.
Verse 1: 2Pac]
“Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops on top of me
The projects is full of bullets
Though bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't reach the children, 'cause they're illin'
Addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin'
Without feelin', but will they last or be blasted?
Hard-headed b*stard, maybe he'll listen in his casket
The aftermath: more bodies bein' buried
I'm losin' my homies in a hurry, they're relocatin' to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurry
The question is will I live, no one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger
Don't wanna make excuses
'Cause this is how it is, what's the use?
Unless we're shootin', no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world, baby”
If nikkas could look at those rhymes and say Pac wasnt a lyricist they full of shyt.
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
spliz
SplizThaDon
So effortless and filled with emotion that nikkas dont even notice the lyricism. Thats a perfect example and extraordinary delivery.
BK The Great
Veteran
Pac was a lyricist, there's plenty of songs where he's going off
These lyrical miracle stans r the woat. Say a bunch of fukking nothing on a track but get praised because your of your extended vocab brehs 
Pac >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Pac >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Boonapalist
Superstar
Look at this verse and tell me Pac couldn’t get lyrical. It’s a shame it’s rarely mentioned compared to other verses of his.
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while I pluck holes in nikkas like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, Your Honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shyt, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of 30 nikkas who all got me
While bytches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi
Go and fly now, nikka, like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay Z and still avoid capture
(Buck buck buck buck buck!)
While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me
I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris
No doubt, we used to havin' nothin'
Then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nikka that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
nikkas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin' "Death Row!", throw my Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this: I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up or give it up, and like demons
Late night, hear them screamin', "We goin' all out!"
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while I pluck holes in nikkas like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, Your Honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shyt, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of 30 nikkas who all got me
While bytches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi
Go and fly now, nikka, like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay Z and still avoid capture
(Buck buck buck buck buck!)
While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me
I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris
No doubt, we used to havin' nothin'
Then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nikka that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
nikkas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin' "Death Row!", throw my Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this: I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up or give it up, and like demons
Late night, hear them screamin', "We goin' all out!"
PhonZhi
Veteran
kingjones29
All Star
Pac was the goat
Tropical Fantasy
Superstar
Pac was a beast when he wanted to
He just understood that some songs dont need the rapper to go all out with the bars. Having a dope rapping style, a dope flow, and a fire beat is more conducive to dope songs than a bunch of bars. Hence Hennessey and Enemies on every other song
He just understood that some songs dont need the rapper to go all out with the bars. Having a dope rapping style, a dope flow, and a fire beat is more conducive to dope songs than a bunch of bars. Hence Hennessey and Enemies on every other song
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
i come to realize and accept that dudes do not know what lyricism is to me are these things
1. complex rhyme pattern
2. metaphors
3.wordplay
4. punchlines
5. complex flow patterns
6. hooks
7. content
8. concepts
now could pac do that yes he could did he do it all the time ? yes he did it all the time
so when people say he was not a lyricist i automatically know they don't know what the fukk they talking about
and not credible and dimissed them.
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
and this is basic for pac mind you
7 day theory all eyez on me and other stuff on that album me against the world was ridiculous.
its not even just Pac who is underappcriated as a lyricist tons of rappers dont get credit for there lyricism
espescially those who dont have a traditional sterotypical east coast sounding style of flow and cadence.
As a Krit fan I remember argung constantly defending Krits lyricism against Cole, Kendrick, and Drake stans simply cause he was the most stereotypical southern sounding artist.
Now Krit gets credit
Anyways back on Pac If I die tonight, Bomb First, Street fame, Got my mind made up, and others show this
Hell Blasphemy as a song is damn near a cryptic song on some Lupe level shyt
even his popular songs are sprinkled with uses of lyricism: How do you want it and ALL eyez on me has lots of similes,
espescially those who dont have a traditional sterotypical east coast sounding style of flow and cadence.
As a Krit fan I remember argung constantly defending Krits lyricism against Cole, Kendrick, and Drake stans simply cause he was the most stereotypical southern sounding artist.
Now Krit gets credit
Anyways back on Pac If I die tonight, Bomb First, Street fame, Got my mind made up, and others show this
Hell Blasphemy as a song is damn near a cryptic song on some Lupe level shyt
even his popular songs are sprinkled with uses of lyricism: How do you want it and ALL eyez on me has lots of similes,
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pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
and also if crooked i says he is lyricist then he is a "lyricist " so if u want to go against crooked i who has a well trained ear and is a great complex lyricist
then to me imo i can't take u seriously as a lyricist or as a hip hop listener.
then to me imo i can't take u seriously as a lyricist or as a hip hop listener.
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