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NYSOM is a lyrical hip hop masterpiece..the storytelling, the 90's NY slang, the flow, the vividness..
Nas takes you on a tour on some Spielberg shyt..only few rappers have ever reached that kinda "plateau".
illmatic: lyrical masterpiece or fraud?
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NYSOM is a lyrical hip hop masterpiece..the storytelling, the 90's NY slang, the flow, the vividness..
Nas takes you on a tour on some Spielberg shyt..only few rappers have ever reached that kinda "plateau".
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Pooping on your head :umad:
It funny that OP is hating when hes a Lupe Stan... guess what Lupe is a Nas stan and IWW is his favorite album 
Lupe also thought LIG was the album of the year in 2012
Nas inspired you're favorite rapper, same goes for Jay, nikka had Illmatic, on bootleg, shyt was so ahead, thought we was all dead
<<<< That's straight out of Jay's mouth (No homo)
Lupe also thought LIG was the album of the year in 2012
Nas inspired you're favorite rapper, same goes for Jay, nikka had Illmatic, on bootleg, shyt was so ahead, thought we was all dead
<<<< That's straight out of Jay's mouth (No homo)I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith and Wesson, I have nikkas undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bytches is grazed, each block is like a maze
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 living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, 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
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just
Arrest me, blaming 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 dice
I'm taking 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
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's 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
Shiit gives me chills
Nasir Bin Olu Shakespeare in his prime
Give me a Smith and Wesson, I have nikkas undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bytches is grazed, each block is like a maze
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 living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, 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
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just
Arrest me, blaming 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 dice
I'm taking 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
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's 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
Shiit gives me chills
Nasir Bin Olu Shakespeare in his prime
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start Explaintestin'
Give me a Smith and Wesson, I have nikkas undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bytches is grazed, each block is like a maze
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 living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, 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
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just
Arrest me, blaming 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 dice
I'm taking 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
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's 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
Shiit gives me chills
Nasir Bin Olu Shakespeare in his prime
This is the shyt Jay must've been talking about when he said it's so far ahead.Someone go check to see if he thinks he's
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
Every once in a while, the same garbage ass posters gather and post the same Illmatic this, Illmatc that garbage. There are posters who built their name on Nas hating, the gimmick is played out breh.
Sure there must be more albums and rappers to discuss ? Or maybe that's just what stans do
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damn AZ murdered this nicca on Lifes A Bytch... but that hook is worse than anything on any Lupe album...
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
damn, this is gonna get tired soon. WTF is this nicca talkin about? I get it, but what the fukc is he sayin? Nothing. his physical frame is celebrated? this is just dumb.
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
okay, the 1st bar is
but this nicca follows it up with some more rambling "brain vein money maintain" just utter non-sense followed by another throw away.
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Does this say "lyricist"? What does the last bar have to do with the previous ones? what does blunts with hash have to do with gettin ass? Words just to match.
Now it's all about cash in abundance, nikkaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fukk tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
blah blah blah... even the line people love to quote is dumb as fukc. Basically sayin he coulda switched buyin liquor with gambling, and this is supposed to be knowledge? Smarten up naS.
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
What is "loose cracks"? how is time "illmatic"? WTF does that even mean? the rest of it, words just to match.
I hope you see a theme here. The best thing about this song is that its short as fukc and half of it is AZ who is a MUCH BETTER lyricist than naS. And my coffee is done maynes...
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
damn, this is gonna get tired soon. WTF is this nicca talkin about? I get it, but what the fukc is he sayin? Nothing. his physical frame is celebrated? this is just dumb.
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
okay, the 1st bar is
but this nicca follows it up with some more rambling "brain vein money maintain" just utter non-sense followed by another throw away.When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Does this say "lyricist"? What does the last bar have to do with the previous ones? what does blunts with hash have to do with gettin ass? Words just to match.
Now it's all about cash in abundance, nikkaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fukk tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
blah blah blah... even the line people love to quote is dumb as fukc. Basically sayin he coulda switched buyin liquor with gambling, and this is supposed to be knowledge? Smarten up naS.
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
What is "loose cracks"? how is time "illmatic"? WTF does that even mean? the rest of it, words just to match.
I hope you see a theme here. The best thing about this song is that its short as fukc and half of it is AZ who is a MUCH BETTER lyricist than naS. And my coffee is done maynes...
That's my GOAT.I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith and Wesson, I have nikkas undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bytches is grazed, each block is like a maze
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 living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, 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
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just
Arrest me, blaming 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 dice
I'm taking 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
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's 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
Shiit gives me chills
Nasir Bin Olu Shakespeare in his prime
Why is
so much on OP's mind though?To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bytches
Aiming guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shyt is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction, all the wrong shyt I did, he'll lead a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?
damn we def was all
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bytches
Aiming guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shyt is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction, all the wrong shyt I did, he'll lead a right direction
"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?
damn we def was all
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Killin fake hip hop
It funny that OP is hating when hes a Lupe Stan... guess what Lupe is a Nas stan and IWW is his favorite album
Lupe also thought LIG was the album of the year in 2012
Nas inspired you're favorite rapper, same goes for Jay, nikka had Illmatic, on bootleg, shyt was so ahead, thought we was all dead
I dont have to agree with the rappers I listen to. naS is the BIGGEST Pac stan on planet earth... Yall think Pac is the GOAT lyricist?
I'm a HUGE Pac fan, but he aint close to bein the best lyricist... I can admit that. But I'll be damned if he aint a better lyricist than monkey rhythm boy...
And Lupe is right, IWW is EASILY naS best album. much better than the bullshyt we disectin right now.
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
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, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nikka for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big Willie style
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games people play
Bust the problems of the world today
OP needs a new niqqa for that black cloud over his head
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, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nikka for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big Willie style
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games people play
Bust the problems of the world today
OP needs a new niqqa for that black cloud over his head
Little Kim, don't fukk around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets
one moment he's making keep ya head up the next saying this smh the hypocrisy is so
"Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"?
Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice?
Jay already exposed Nas for being a fraudster. Those who live in glass houses themselves shouldnt throw stones at the houses of others.
Ok so?
Just saying Pac was the biggest hypocrite on earth
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Little Kim, don't fukk around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets
one moment he's making keep ya head up the next saying this smh the hypocrisy is so
Go make a "Pac's music wasnt powerful" thread... we can discuss that elsewhere. This thread is about the garbage lyrics on illmatic