illmatic: lyrical masterpiece or fraud?

[intilectual recipricol]

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school nikkaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Coolie High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fukk who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer

a bunch of garbage

Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block

definitely retardedly "you sound retarded to me" - The fukc is "ancient manifested hip hop"? this nicca just makin up shyt as he goes...

I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke



It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap

some more word salad...

with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For nikkaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shyt is explained
I'm takin nikkaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all

a nicca just sayin whatever comes to mind, no point or coherency... nicca wastin beats at this point.

One for the money
Two for p*ssy and foreign cars
Three for Alize nikkaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?

some throw away bars but it was an opening to a verse so i'll let it slide

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

not bad, the nicca might be on to somethin, lets see what happens next

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so

back to the words to match... complete garbage. WTF are you talkin about nicca?

my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin nikkaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales

not bad, but what the fukc is "uncorrect?" that shyt aint a word niccaz.

My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.

this nicca not talkin about shyt again... just writin the first BS that pops into his head.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nikka's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo

okay, whatever... it aint lyrical.

fukk 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

 

[intilectual recipricol]

Mike was locked up when Illmatic came out. everyone knew who he was talking about

okay and..............what does it add to the song? How was it lyrical?

 

[HendriX]

nas stans mad as fukk comin in hoards

they can't even defend they idol either, buncha dumb smart nikkas who cant break shyt down postin a whole verse and thinking everyone should dikkride it without explanation because they've been told it is great lyricism and it flows nicely with him using words with high syllable counts

look at this niqqa yall


Man get the fukk outta here..OP aint doing shyt but trolling these classic hip hop verses with his retarded gibberish "breakdown".

you think im gonna sit here and analyze and "magmatize" these rhymes? go to rapgenius.

You can do this to EVERY artist out there..yes even your faqqit boyfriend Aubrey.

Fact still remains, Illmatic is a classic amongst the majority of Hip Hop fans.

This bs is almost as retarded as people saying Pac wasnt a good lyricist.

 

[smoking man]

shyt is garbage being praised by a bunch of retarded people....

 

[ISO]

okay and..............what does it add to the song? How was it lyrical?

Break down One Love.

 

[DStyles]

look at this niqqa yall


Man get the fukk outta here..OP aint doing shyt but trolling these classic hip hop verses with his retarded gibberish "breakdown".

you think im gonna sit here and analyze and "magmatize" these rhymes? go to rapgenius.

You can do this to EVERY artist out there..yes even your faqqit boyfriend Aubrey.

Fact still remains, Illmatic is a classic amongst the majority of Hip Hop fans.

This bs is almost as retarded as people saying Pac wasnt a good lyricist.

You mean that website where cac naus has an account and analyzes his lyrics with "I love it".

That cac naus can't even explain the meaning behind them corny raps

 

[Alexander Wiggin]

so... everything has to ba lyrical huh, Illmatic was great also for it street references and atmosphere. Canibus made way way more lyrical songs but they have no essence and no soul, that's why Nas is the better lyricist.

Biggi won the 95 source award lyricist of the year, are you agree with it

 

[Mike Statik]

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school nikkaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Coolie High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fukk who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer

a bunch of garbage

Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block

definitely retardedly "you sound retarded to me" - The fukc is "ancient manifested hip hop"? this nicca just makin up shyt as he goes...

I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke



It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap

some more word salad...

with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For nikkaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shyt is explained
I'm takin nikkaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all

a nicca just sayin whatever comes to mind, no point or coherency... nicca wastin beats at this point.

One for the money
Two for p*ssy and foreign cars
Three for Alize nikkaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?




some throw away bars but it was an opening to a verse so i'll let it slide

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

not bad, the nicca might be on to somethin, lets see what happens next

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so

back to the words to match... complete garbage. WTF are you talkin about nicca?

my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin nikkaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales

not bad, but what the fukc is "uncorrect?" that shyt aint a word niccaz.

My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.

this nicca not talkin about shyt again... just writin the first BS that pops into his head.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nikka's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo

okay, whatever... it aint lyrical.

fukk 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

homeboy still here hours later posting paragraphs

your a hater with no life plain and simple...


bu bu bu i have nothin to do til the march madness game comes on... my man if thats the highlite of your day.... then wow

just rid the earth of useless ppl like yourself for all of us please

 

[daze23]

okay and..............what does it add to the song? How was it lyrical?

it relevant to why he's "amped up"

not to mention you Pac stans love it when Pac says something like "even my brain's in handcuffs", but then play dumb with Nas

 

[blackslash]

look at this niqqa yall


Man get the fukk outta here..OP aint doing shyt but trolling these classic hip hop verses with his retarded gibberish "breakdown".

you think im gonna sit here and analyze and "magmatize" these rhymes? go to rapgenius.

You can do this to EVERY artist out there..yes even your faqqit boyfriend Aubrey.

Fact still remains, Illmatic is a classic amongst the majority of Hip Hop fans.

This bs is almost as retarded as people saying Pac wasnt a good lyricist.

And Jay is a superior artist to Nas amongst the majority of Hip Hop fans

Whats ur point?

 

[Tuling]

damn this dude funny as hell though, remind me of big ghost

 

[Mike Statik]

And Jay is a superior artist to Nas amongst the majority of Hip Hop fans

Whats ur point?

most hip hop fans are uneducated....

so whats your point...


jay aint been an ARTIST for a while now...now hes a kanye dikkrider

i used to be a fan my man...its ok just let it go

 

[HendriX]

And Jay is a superior artist to Nas amongst the majority of Hip Hop fans

Whats ur point?

:smugKANG: Only thing Jay is superior at is...








































































naming his daughter socks in his lyrics

 

[HendriX]

I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry
Like a hymen,

superior methapor here

when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen

his voice is linen? the fukk is that jay?


Spitting venom up in the minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shyt is cold like December

cold like december? lol not only is he stealing rhymes bus its also a weak ass one


Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nikka Jigga - Jay-Z, lethal drugs

WHAT?


18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth

This niqqa...



I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon

hmm nice one


The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro

Nobody wants to smell your breath faqqit


As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough
Spitting flow like fine wines down your earlobe

know, dough, flow, earlobe..some heavy rhyming here brehs

I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal

ughh some weak shyt drake would probably say

The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb
Then the predicate, with this rich nikka rhetoric

dope


I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world will never know

kept his face in foxy puss


From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
Notice the child swift like a Lotus
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nikka that wrote it
swift like a lotus?


Return of the Jedi, from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye
Yet I still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rapping then slide like satin

what he tryin to say?


You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nikka Sauce, I hit you with this advice

fukk outta here we all saw how you did same and beans and em


Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
And the only time you love them is when your dikk hard

i actually respect this one

Tell me that aint the biggest nonsense you can come up with ^^^^^^^^

 

[intilectual recipricol]

Whattup kid? I know shyt is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fukk it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin, talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
fukking with the nikkaz from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged
Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nikka when push came to shove
One what? one love

its aight... no complaints... not some shyt I'd listen to again though

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shyt is goin on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
the nikka you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin
word to mother, I heard him frontin
and he be pumping on your block
your man gave him your glock
and now they run together, what up son, whatever
since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease
but I heard you blew a nikka with a ox for the phone piece
Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira
better chill cause them nikkaz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
but maintain when you come home the corner's ours

naS switches like a fakket and his homies get tried in the showers... coincidence?

On the reels, all these crab nikkaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
so stay civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind [dies]
I hate it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love



Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
fukk a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
fukkin with the corners have a nikka up in Bellevue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
He said, "Nas, nikkaz could be bustin' off the roof
so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bytches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little b*stard
keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shyt
I had to school him, told him don't let nikkaz fool him
cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when nikkaz are struck, families fukked up
Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
at the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty what
one love

not bad... but the beat is unfukcinbearable...

Not a surprise he was story tellin, the only thing he's good at