illmatic: lyrical masterpiece or fraud?
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intilectual recipricol
Killin fake hip hop
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
blunt, fronts, front, manhunt...
WTF are you gettin at nicca? More senseless ramblin. And didnt Malcolm X mess wit those Becky's? this niccz naS just all fukced up when it comes to knowledge.
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is givin me grace
Oh!! We're 4 songs in and naS finally tries his hand at some wordplay... what do we get? "Atlanta aint Braver, I'll pull a number like a pager"
This is lyricism? Fukc outta here. What "bass" do you "face" how are you an "ace"? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT NICCA? this is all garbage...
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
nike head/excite the feds.... words to match. The fukc is a "performer strange"? Born to gain........what? Why did he do what? What is mad fat fluid? I swear to yall, Kriss Kross was better lyricists in this time period, at least their shyt was ciggity coherent.
It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
ehhh... I'll let it ride...
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In ya, stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
WOW, thats how 'ill' you are? Flex like sex huh? And this makes sense how? It appears to me AGAIN like your just sayin anything that comes to mind......and its stupid.
I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
We all liked the Jackson 5 naS, we all did. But you dont drop jewels, you used to wear jewels, before you had to buy your chain back, that is. And how did we get to talkin about how many kicks you have? WTF is this song about? I certainly cant tell by listening to it or readin the lyrics.
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparkin
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
kick my little raps cause I thought nikkaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the fukkin man
Are you wise naS? Really? No nicca we dont understand, because youre not sayin a goddamn thing. How are you born to hold mics but at the same time youre too scared to grab mics? This niccaz lyrics are a fukcin mess. "He aint talkin bout nothin 'George Costanza' " (wordplay courtesy of Lupe)
I rap in front of more nikkaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a fakkit
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
You back to the gun talk... think tech on the dresser. Again this bullshyt is all over the place. But at least this nicca admits his style is like a fakkets... not even a fakket that likes men AND women, just a stone cold fakket. Dont think ima buy the claim of bein an intellectual though, I dont see the evidence
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
Am I in place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial nikkaz say I'm wild
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
"im well known like the numbers man" this whole segment is some of the worst lyrics ever penned.
I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
basura... thats all I can say... he's still just throwin any ol words together because it rhymes. This is NOT lyricism.
But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
I bag bytches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
1st two lines are trash, the last two i can fukc with even though the whole shyt is incoherent, I feel em on those two bars.
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
I think we know how this turned out
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
its finally over!!
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
blunt, fronts, front, manhunt...
WTF are you gettin at nicca? More senseless ramblin. And didnt Malcolm X mess wit those Becky's? this niccz naS just all fukced up when it comes to knowledge.King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is givin me grace
Oh!! We're 4 songs in and naS finally tries his hand at some wordplay... what do we get? "Atlanta aint Braver, I'll pull a number like a pager"
This is lyricism? Fukc outta here. What "bass" do you "face" how are you an "ace"? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT NICCA? this is all garbage...Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
nike head/excite the feds.... words to match. The fukc is a "performer strange"? Born to gain........what? Why did he do what? What is mad fat fluid? I swear to yall, Kriss Kross was better lyricists in this time period, at least their shyt was ciggity coherent.
It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
ehhh... I'll let it ride...
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In ya, stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
WOW, thats how 'ill' you are? Flex like sex huh? And this makes sense how? It appears to me AGAIN like your just sayin anything that comes to mind......and its stupid.
I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
We all liked the Jackson 5 naS, we all did. But you dont drop jewels, you used to wear jewels, before you had to buy your chain back, that is. And how did we get to talkin about how many kicks you have? WTF is this song about? I certainly cant tell by listening to it or readin the lyrics.
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparkin
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
kick my little raps cause I thought nikkaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the fukkin man
Are you wise naS? Really? No nicca we dont understand, because youre not sayin a goddamn thing. How are you born to hold mics but at the same time youre too scared to grab mics? This niccaz lyrics are a fukcin mess. "He aint talkin bout nothin 'George Costanza' " (wordplay courtesy of Lupe)
I rap in front of more nikkaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a fakkit
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
You back to the gun talk... think tech on the dresser. Again this bullshyt is all over the place. But at least this nicca admits his style is like a fakkets... not even a fakket that likes men AND women, just a stone cold fakket. Dont think ima buy the claim of bein an intellectual though, I dont see the evidence
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
Am I in place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial nikkaz say I'm wild
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime
"im well known like the numbers man"
this whole segment is some of the worst lyrics ever penned. I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
basura... thats all I can say... he's still just throwin any ol words together because it rhymes. This is NOT lyricism.
But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
I bag bytches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
1st two lines are trash, the last two i can fukc with even though the whole shyt is incoherent, I feel em on those two bars.
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
I think we know how this turned out
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
its finally over!!
LucaBrasi
West Coast Legend
The war is on
intilectual recipricol
Killin fake hip hop
Oh no, unlike naS I actually finished junior high, high school, and college... I understand words. Ive read some of the finest authors and listen to some of the best lyricists... this shyt is terrible writing, nothing more.
ISO
Pass me the rock nikka
You don't seem to understand the slang or the pop culture references he uses. Also your reading to deeply into the lyrics, most lyrics make no sense from line to line.
I don't think I've ever seen a fan of any rapper put in this much effort and painstakingly dissect an entire album.No matter how you feel about
, you gotta give cred where credit's due: he has the most devoted, even fanatical fans.
intilectual recipricol
Killin fake hip hop
Mike Tyson
are you trolling, or did you really never know who he was talking about?
plenty champs got locked up... the point is, the bar doesnt go with anything else around it, hes just sayin shyt with no context or relevance. Thats not good lyricism. Waka Flocka can throw any ol bullshyt together, matter of fact Waka Flocka is better at stayin on topic... so is later naS TBH.
intilectual recipricol
Killin fake hip hop
The good rappers do, at least for segments of verses... naS just sayin shyt.
Piff Perkins
Veteran
Mr Uncle Leroy
All Star
Mr Uncle Leroy
All Star
spliz
SplizThaDon
Ur S/N is ironic as fukk...lol...
DoomzdayzV
Banned
OP seems like a clown but im going to be perfectly honest....by the time everyone jumped on Nas' dikk, it was impossible for me to follow because Buckshot was honestly twice the mc Nas was back then and frankly he had that same style first.
Mike was locked up when Illmatic came out. everyone knew who he was talking about