true, liking nas doesnt make one a stan, but the following does:
“I’m out for dead *fukkin* presidents to represent me”
"your worst fear confirmed,
me and my fam roll tight like the firm"
“I from where nikkas pull your card, and argue all day about/Who’s the best MC’s, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas”
"A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy
t*ts Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ"
"It's like '93, '94, bout the year
That Big and Mack dropped and "Illmatic" rocked
Outta every rag drop"
"From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom
Drink army from one cup pass it around the room, That's the ritual (yup)"
"The Joneses can’t keep up
Maybe my nikka Nas
But I got Stronger after Ether (wow!)"
"I had the Illmatic on bootleg
The shyt was so ahead, thought we was all dead"
"Blueprint 2"
In the 1st fukcin bar we get probably one of the corniest moments EVER laid on a beat
Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
what funky rhythm nicca? who have you "monkey flipped?" this shyt is a straight throw away...
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
The fukc are you talkin about nicca? this is some incoherent bullshyt. How do you inflict composition of pain? Shyt doesnt make sense b. He might be like Scarface sniffin coke though... but is it dope or even well written? Not even close.
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Are you suited OR are you in street clothes? Make up your mind dumb ass. Hand you a nine and you'll defeat foes?sounds like youre just sayin anything to rhyme actually... "hand me a beat i'll put words together just to match" shoulda been his lyrics. So whether or not they play him on the radio he keeps Erk in the stairway? more incoherent rhymes.
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever nikkaz talk shyt
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
This is lyrical to you dumb asses? More incoherent rhymes. All throw aways by the way.
nikkaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
nicca WTF are you talkin about, really?
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin nikkaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shyt is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
how did this nicca magically appear in this situation? and this nicca is just ramblin on about nothin... we several bars in and this nicca has said anything lyrical or written anything noteworthy.
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
best thing I can say about this was it flowed, but does it make sense? Was it or was it not filled with children... nicca through probably in there just to rhyme, nothing about it is lyrical nor does it add to the story.
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger nikkaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same nikkaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin nikkaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large nikkaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
and of course what a garbage way to end a garbage verse. WTF is this nicca ramblin on about? Fukc is this nicca talkin about a vacation for? this is all incoherent word salad. All of it is of little to no value...
1 verse in and we have nothing but incoherent trash ramblings
Why do Nas stans get so defensive whenever Illmatic is criticised?
Dont get your panties in a twist. The album had its weaknesses. Stop acting like that sh*t was perfect or somethin
If you have been on the booth lately, you would have seen that Nas stans have been hoppin on Jay's dikk first thing in the morning. I mean atleast have some breakfast first
Ima continue on even though this shyt is VERY hard to listen to... I'm used to lyricists...
Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
"wakin up in cold sweats they just dreams"... anyways more of the same. a weak nicca puttin words together just to match... the fukc is "mega cops"? is that the mufukcaz that police Mega Man?
But just a nikka, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have nikkaz undressin
Wow... exquisite... no one coulda rhymed nicca, finger, trigger, and bigger... and the way he used it was simply
actually it was garbage, some of the worst rapping I have ever heard.
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bytches is grazed each block is like a maze
This nicca still ramblin on about nothing... get to the point nicca. Still havent seen a lick of lyricism yet.
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
trapped, packed, back, black, black, crack, max, back... someone get @the rhyme king is this lyrical b? And where in the US arent the nights 'black'? this nicca still puttin words together just to match. Hasnt said anything profound yet.
and lamp like a pole, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
lamp like a pole huh? drug scripts huh? How does having rhymes = not sane? and as weve seen so far most ya rhymes are complete garbage. WTF does parallel to hell mean? this nicca is just sayin shyt no matter how much it doesnt make sense.
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shyt eats tapes
blamin you for WHAT nicca? how did we get from cops blamin you to bein born to use mics? why dont you use mics better if its what you were born to do? Its like sayin you were born to be great at parenting, then we look at your life naS, show us the proof. Stuff you write is tougher than dykes? We still actin like this shyt is lyrical or what? plateau, rap slow. How are you taking anyone anywhere through "rap slow"? Words just to match.
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bytches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
come on man, at least make sense... scuffle with freaks? addict for bytches with beepers? I remember the early 90's everyone had a beeper dumb ass. What are the words of your breath? Shyt is incoherent. WTF is this shyt even about? This whole shyt is just terrible.
So we're one song in and have nothing to show for it other than me being sleepy even though Ive had a cup of coffee and a good nights rest. This is literally one of the worst songs Ive ever suffered through.
