On a scale of delusional to big facts, am I a top 5 lyricist of 2020s? (serious question)

[FruitOfTheVale]

And I don't mean just in the West either



I wanna know who the competition is, my next EP dedicated to you





Shoutout Lupe & Elzhi for dropping great projects this year, I'm here to collect my own dues though And please believe I have the bar receipts to back it up, all cards getting pulled






































Real shyt though, what are the underground media outlets & social medias in 2022 that actually promote lyricism, conceptual albums & videos, etc? I've asked a lotta people irl and online this question in the last two months and most draw blanks or name shyt that doesn't actually promote the above. There was a window in the early 2010s where blogs actually promoted a lot of that, what is the modern equivalent? I need some concrete goals to work towards, I'm already on some local college radio stations in my area but when it comes to print and video outlets I'm drawing blanks. Love thecoli but I'm tryna cast a wider net, any suggestions are 1,000% appreciated

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

*deafening silence*

Oh ok, receipts you say?


gotchu

one brick at a time, though

_____________________




Laid claim warlords to the land,
They the landlords, huh... They demand more
Death hollers on deaf dollars they call upon
The next martyrs of debt slaughter
Blue collarbones discolored from neck trauma
Blue-collar homes burnt black to collect all the, policies
On properties... they cheating, seizing next-door
With improper deeds, deceiving to finesse yours
No apologies, they even fleeced the next wards
Out some parking fees like rent-raising the lottery
The ave sadder than Wes Craven's most haunted street
"The Last Blacks", the best neighbors, but got the least...

 

[Chip Skylark]

No cap! You’re better then A LOT OF RAPPERS!!

You’re album still is and is one of the best this year

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

No cap! You’re better then A LOT OF RAPPERS!!

You’re album still is and is one of the best this year

Talk to em

 

[KingTxo]

*deafening silence*

Oh ok, receipts you say?


gotchu

one brick at a time, though

_____________________




Laid claim warlords to the land,
They the landlords, huh... They demand more
Death hollers on deaf dollars they call upon
The next martyrs of debt slaughter
Blue collarbones discolored from neck trauma
Blue-collar homes burnt black to collect all the, policies
On properties... they cheating, seizing next-door
With improper deeds, deceiving to finesse yours
No apologies, they even fleeced the next wards
Out some parking fees like rent-raising the lottery
The ave sadder than Wes Craven's most haunted street
"The Last Blacks", the best neighbors, but got the least...

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

Got my first delusional vote here go receipt #2




City of Jordans and Nikes
It's souls in the pavement, it's soles in the sky
Hanging from laces like ropes that were tied
Hanging black faces from oaks in the South
They kicked and they cried to the lord for deliverance
As if it's umbilical cords they were lynched with
Suspended en-vitro aborted by Christian
intentions so evil they scorch crucifixes
It's senseless, my people the orphans of pigment
Forgetting the soil while they tending the soil
Ain't that a bytch? I got friends in the soil
Gangstas and pimps get a yield from this soil
Makin' a grip in the fields where the oil
Be spraying, no wells but its "shells" on the corner
No pumps, but them sellers got gas for informers
And tasks for the coroner, the Task and the lawyer
The tax is enormous, in fact it'll forfeit the vast of the poorest
These public pretenders gon ask for the lowest
But fukk the defense up at maximum moments
fukk up, get sent up the path of Exodus
Slaves of the state, they done massacred Moses
Martin and Malcolm, assassins of hope
They armed to the talons with packs of the dope
American Eagle, that's national coke
Them Mexican seagulls gon' land in the coast
American evil, demand em in bulk...
fukk a van, need a boat
'cause The Man in the van busy tapping them phones,
tryna track what he sold...
He gon jack you then trap you with trafficking blow,
Uncle Sam getting dough, he done taxed nikkas BROKE

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

One receipt a day keeps the delusion away



Do you love me now? Huh,
94, a long time ago
Yet the wrong time to go, shoulda stuck around... huh,
Now you would say, I'm confusing the day
'Cause the blues that I sang wasn't Hungrytown, huh
To be fair, that's true, you was there
When the moon's in the air and the sun is down, huh
To be fair, to view you was rare
at the school or the fair like the other spouse, hmm
You would swear, the truth's that you cared
And the roof that you shared was a loving house, yeah
You would swear, feud and despair
'Til the roosters declared, "what's the fuss about?" Now,
I hate to say I'm too aware what it was about
When I was younger, used to wonder why my mother shout
'Til them summers came, a hunnid days to run around
Fun and games front the house, hunger pains rumblin' loud
Mother made a brotha's plate, mother banged them suppers out
Mother sang and mother scowled, mother raised me up and down
Never had to ask, my habitat was mother's house
But let the record show my mama let depression grow
Drama recollected, resurrected when she left me lone
Weeks she was getting gone from problems she was stressing on
Used to holler when I called her, "When you getting home?!"
Little did she know, my holler wasn't just a tone
She was quick to flip the role like, "Call that nikka phone!
See when he getting home, dinner he can get to go"
In retrospect I couldn't fault her what she didn't know
I drew a breath and pressed connect, it was just the tone
Hours passed, shower, bath, left a message tho
Them hours last past forever when its breakfast only
He don't cop no groceries, just leftovers
Mama wasn't home? I seldom let friends over
Solitary, subtract the commissary
Mo fast than monasteries, no tasks 'cept Tom & Jerry
The latch unlocked and there he is
My eyes flew to the bags he carried in
But wasn't no steam, no scent, the air very grim, yo heir very thin
Got the nerve to move with no embarrassment
Talking 'bout, "work was grueling," oh, that's where you been?
Why them bags say Oakland library then?
CDs, DVDs, do those feed me?
You act cool 'cept the fact you real greezy
Fast food was my dad's due, believe me
Them drive-thrus kept me live thru long evenings...

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

Another delusional vote

@BlackDiBiase I heard you like darts



A shark's sea, a man's land
A shark's teeth, a man's hand
In stars' reach yet I'm stranded where the days set
Over soul-strippers, the planet of the apex
Old-soul temper, survivalist soldier
Prepared for warfare in the revival of Roma
You scared to go there, but there's right round the corner
"There" like California, in a Town where "no there's there"
Bear witness, this era's a litmus
Tearing the wool bare to America's sickness
Postal media, bodycam theater
The Oval eviler, a polygraph's ebola
Don't pledge 'fore them bad laws reread
I said, don't pledge 'til them bad laws is red (DEAD)
Won't pledge 'til the descendants of dead slaves
repaid, if never's a lever, I don't hesitate
Referendum addendums and owed real estate
Or so help me god, the old wheel breaks
Rome's epilogue, make no mistake
The stakes a takeover takes


Fear no people, though my ears know evil
Arrears and tears, years and years
Open rolled sea scrolls, and peers appear
The ocean floor peaceful, but we're here
Where they don't approach negroes, steer clear
Them overtones legal, socio-economic
Socially too, this Crow don't seem new
My old folks seen flu, seen polio
And police boots, both was beaten,
I'm meaning comatose, bleeding over oaths for freedom
Foresee an overthrow, reason Rosa rode with King
To see the rose that arose to be
I sow seeds in the soul, so the soil where ya soles is steeped
Only spoils cold feet, don't toil don't eat
Flash in pan, no oil, no grease
Master plan, slow-boiled, low heat
African, don't foil yo free
money don't buy what the lawyer gon lease
African, don't foil yo free
money don't buy what the lawyer gon lease...

 

[BlackDiBiase]

Another delusional vote

@BlackDiBiase I heard you like darts



A shark's sea, a man's land
A shark's teeth, a man's hand
In stars' reach yet I'm stranded where the days set
Over soul-strippers, the planet of the apex
Old-soul temper, survivalist soldier
Prepared for warfare in the revival of Roma
You scared to go there, but there's right round the corner
"There" like California, in a Town where "no there's there"
Bear witness, this era's a litmus
Tearing the wool bear to America's sickness
Postal media, bodycam theater
The Oval eviler, a polygraph's ebola
Don't pledge 'fore them bad laws reread
I said, don't pledge 'til them bad laws is red (DEAD)
Won't pledge 'til the descendants of dead slaves
repaid, if never's a lever, I don't hesitate
Referendum addendums and owed real estate
Or so help me god, the old wheel breaks
Rome's epilogue, make no mistake
The stakes a takeover takes


Fear no people, though my ears know evil
Arrears and tears, years and years
Open rolled sea scrolls, and peers appear
The ocean floor peaceful, but we're here
Where they don't approach negroes, steer clear
Them overtones legal, socio-economic
Socially too, this Crow don't seem new
My old folks seen flu, seen polio
And police boots, both was beaten,
I'm meaning comatose, bleeding over oaths for freedom
Foresee an overthrow, reason Rosa rode with King
To see the rose that arose to be
I sow seeds in the soul, so the soil where ya soles is steeped
Only spoils cold feet, don't toil don't eat
Flash in pan, no oil, no grease
Master plan, slow-boiled, low heat
African, don't foil yo free
money don't buy what the lawyer gon lease
African, don't foil yo free
money don't buy what the lawyer gon lease...

this was fire you are not delusional you have great ingredients to make classics

you could do with better beats for sure, let me know ... i will drop some heat for you to rock.

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

this was fire you are not delusional you have great ingredients to make classics

you could do with better beats for sure, let me know ... i will drop some heat for you to rock.

Much love bro, hit my dm I'm down to hear something

 

[BlackDiBiase]

Much love bro, hit my dm I'm down to hear something

if this doesn't hold any flavor for you, then i am not the one lol.



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or



for dart throwers only

 

[BlackDiBiase]

send me an acapella bro, i could cook something today ... i am not doing anything of any note until evening so.

 

[FruitOfTheVale]

if this doesn't hold any flavor for you, then i am not the one lol.



or



or



for dart throwers only

Dope loops, sounds like some early Wu I like the 3rd one the most, 1st one has a nice vibe too

 

[BlackDiBiase]

Dope loops, sounds like some early Wu I like the 3rd one the most, 1st one has a nice vibe too

i put the minute on there and increased the sounds, ... if you could drop some fire that would be dope.

something about the struggles or something for the ladies

 

[LOST IN THE SAUCE]

Came in here to call you delusional, but you're actually pretty dope.

A little lyrical miracle at times but your pen is sharp and the flow is solid.

I got some beats for you too if you're interested.