Let's take a second to appreciate Rick Ross' best song

[eastsideTT]

forget BARS for a second (but not really, because Ross lowkey has crazy bars)...

.. in terms of quality to quantity ratio
... in terms of beat selection
... in terms of creating EPIC songs
... in terms of utilizing a guest feature instead of RELYING on one to make a good song
... in terms of being a "full package" entertainer

... Ross is a top 5 (living) rapper and does not get enough credit

 

[wingstop]

ricf off cocaine...i played the hell outta of those songs
gotta mention these 2 songs too

im the down south nas, clique so firm

 

[☑︎#VoteDemocrat]

 

[RAW_SPK]

I'm the down south Nas....clique so Firm
Riding with a Fox as the cigar burns

nikkas sell weed...nikkas sell coke
If I sold dope baby I'd be selling both
but I'm sellin records everything I touch gold
better yet; check the records: 3 milly sold
2 hand guns on the rider for the show
on the road to the riches as I'm riding on VOGUESSSSSSSSS

 

[mr.africa]

BATTI BOY EAT FIRE

 

[CACtain Planet]

 

[CACtain Planet]

Triple black Benz, Lord, forgive me for my sins I put hits on all you nikkas, includin' some old friends Money come and go, but the trill will remain bytch, I keep it real like I'm still dealin' 'caine Realest shyt I wrote and I put this on this quote Before I had a flow, I had a kilogram of coke Money on the flo', twenty homies on the books Fat mob boss but I'm runnin wit the crooks No need for a vest, that'll suffocate the flesh I'm Martin on the balcony anticipatin' death (death) Let the rifles sing, cause "I have a dream" My Coretta Scott-King in the tub full of cream Pink champange seem to take away the pain While the blue hollow points penetratin' all the lames (lames) Money ain't a thang, bytch, that's a lie It only controls every bytch that's alive Money manifests, haters gotta die (die) Tia never told you that that motherfukker rides nikkas takin sides, crack smoking wives Cracking crabs at the tables, count the cash, crack the wine Snakes gotta feel it, beef never squashed (never) This time I'm embark on my Million Man March I'm unorthodox, name me the victor In the suite wit Shaniqua and that brain off the Richter Marquise knocks, Marquise stop Then I give him 50 Cent, that's Marquise' pops I put a milli on it, this p*ssy don't want it Show up in his hood wit the wolves by the mornin' (bang) nikka, this a gift, maybe you could live My music is the mob, it is what it is Strapped to a T, as real as it gets Only boss getting money with the Bloods and the Crips Amen [Outro:] Deeper than motherfukkin' Rap, nikka Once you crossed that line It ain't 'bout, North or South It's about money and power, riders and punks We know how the story goes nikka, contract killers It's not a threat, it's a promise Money long as 183rd Street, nikka aka Miami Gardens You could make that list too, nikka Amen The Lord is my light and salvation, who shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid? My evil and foes come upon me to eat up my flesh, they shall stumble and fall Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear Though war I rise, and this I shall be confident It's deeper than rap, nikka

 

[↓R↑LYB]

Lemme take y'all on a ride right quick



I'm smokin' to the face, I'm floatin' outer space
Hermes house shoes, gettin' straight to the cake
Hundred bottles, chicks stare, it's Aristotle
As I money launder, laundromats on every corner
Coin operated like them boys out in Vegas
Beatin' fed cases like reprimandin' these fifth graders
Skip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolar
Get the big bread, so focused I'm bifocal
Two women, Twin Towers, I'm hittin' sour
Second innin', grape Swishas, they're Drake's bytches
But that's my nikka, share bytches, we big business
Real nikkas, gettin' money, we splittin' millions
Condominiums, brick or key, fickle V
Get the thickest bytch out of King of Diamonds to tickle me
I got em lickin' feet, 68, I'm diggin' deep
Pull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia Key
I'm on err' tackle, errwhere, Brian Urlacher
Err dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress

 

[mortuus est]

forget BARS for a second (but not really, because Ross lowkey has crazy bars)...

.. in terms of quality to quantity ratio
... in terms of beat selection
... in terms of creating EPIC songs
... in terms of utilizing a guest feature instead of RELYING on one to make a good song
... in terms of being a "full package" entertainer

... Ross is a top 5 (living) rapper and does not get enough credit

depends

raekwon has a track with ross and ross just sounds basic compared to rae on the track

guess it depends on what you like, could be top 5 for some, but his levels are not all that

 

[wingstop]

Lemme take y'all on a ride right quick



I'm smokin' to the face, I'm floatin' outer space
Hermes house shoes, gettin' straight to the cake
Hundred bottles, chicks stare, it's Aristotle
As I money launder, laundromats on every corner
Coin operated like them boys out in Vegas
Beatin' fed cases like reprimandin' these fifth graders
Skip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolar
Get the big bread, so focused I'm bifocal
Two women, Twin Towers, I'm hittin' sour
Second innin', grape Swishas, they're Drake's bytches
But that's my nikka, share bytches, we big business
Real nikkas, gettin' money, we splittin' millions
Condominiums, brick or key, fickle V
Get the thickest bytch out of King of Diamonds to tickle me
I got em lickin' feet, 68, I'm diggin' deep
Pull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia Key
I'm on err' tackle, errwhere, Brian Urlacher
Err dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress

i wish this was on mastermind

 

[cjlaw93]

Nothing tops this

 

[BO BARON]

Nah this is his best shyt timeless, elegance of effervescence & beauty

 

[wingstop]

renzel's two most underrated songs. Might be in my top 10 or 15 renzel tracks

 

[CashmereThoughts]

Rich off cocaine

 

[Mortal1]

Not even his best Mafia Music

this was some heat too

asalamalakum to paper

walakalasalam I'm the don inshallah, now pour me my don