the initial post addressed this... I dont got shyt to do for a few more hours...
but listenin to this 39 minute album is taxing... shyts takin its toll
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
what is this 2nd line talkin about? What for murder raps? what is 'remanded' in this instance, nicca not even talkin about court... crews keep crowns/thrones? Ya not deep nicca, in the flesh or sound, ya shyt is as opposite of deep as there is. And again WTF are you talkin bout bein caved inside? Ya not makin sense.
I need a new nikka, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
not bad
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
now we back to the bullshyt... how did we get to gun talk from the black cloud? How did we get to his "peeps", the income? WTF are you talkin about naS? WTF is this verse about? What champ got locked up? Yes, your brain is in cuffs, but is it lyrical? how did we get to goin to Indiana and stabbin betches? You everywhere on this one naS, but saying nothin.
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today
more non lyrical garbage... nicca just stringin words together...
Are there any good songs on illmatic?