illmatic: lyrical masterpiece or fraud?

[blackslash]

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

Ur a cac metal listening fakket stop talking to us black folk about our artform

fukk out my face cac ass fakket

 

[GetInTheTruck]

@ this pathetic ass thread.

 

[Mike Statik]

Ur a cac metal listening fakket stop talking to us black folk about our artform

fukk out my face cac ass fakket

thank you about proving my point on being uneducated


i bait...you bite


checkmate

 

[Lord Scion]

https://groups.google.com/group/alt.rap/topics?hl=en&start=57710&sa=N

Everyone always talks about what people thought of Illmatic when it came out, why don't you see for yourself. The old ass alt.rap forums the day Illmatic dropped, April 19th 1994.

 

[blackslash]

I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry
Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
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
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nikka Jigga - Jay-Z, lethal drugs
18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough
Spitting flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal
The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb
Then the predicate, with this rich nikka rhetoric
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world will never know
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
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
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
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
And the only time you love them is when your dikk hard

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

It aint..the name of the song is Cashmere thoughts, the purpose of all those references to things of quality and using it as metaphors/hyperbole for human actions is to portray that his thoughts are "cashmere"

His lyrics carry on the theme and the portrayal of the actions of one with "Cashmere Thoughts"

 

[blackslash]

thank you about proving my point on being uneducated


i bait...you bite


checkmate

Nah ur a filthy cac fakket thats all there is to it

Keep listening to that Cac metal u filthy cac fakket

cac fakket tryna talk hip hop

Filthy cac fakket get outta here

 

[HendriX]

It aint..the name of the song is Cashmere thoughts, the purpose of all those references to things of quality and using it as metaphors/hyperbole for human actions is to portray that his thoughts are "cashmere"

His lyrics carry on the theme and the portrayal of the actions of one with "Cashmere Thoughts"

:flabbynsick2:

My point is, you can nitpick anything if you want to..it aint that hard

 

[Mike Statik]

Nah ur a filthy cac fakket thats all there is to it

Keep listening to that Cac metal u filthy cac fakket

cac fakket tryna talk hip hop

Filthy cac fakket get outta here

lol a cac knows his shyt alot more than you


sad sad uneducated poster

 

[ISO]

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

The beat is fire WTF, Q-Tip did a great job on it. How can someone hate on that beat

 

[intilectual recipricol]

Check it out
When I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds
That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing
Cheap lubrication, Lifestyle protection
Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly
Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin the shyt, G
I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes'll
make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops
Got nikkaz who's born, I shot my way out my Mom Dukes
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah

whole shyt is for the same reasons the other songs been garbage... he just throws whatever bullshyt together...

Right, right, what up nikkaz, how y'all, it's Nasty the villian
I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
shyt, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid
But I'ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
nikkaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
as a kid when I would say that out of town, nikkaz chased us
But now I know the time, got a older mind
Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me

this bores me... I'm so glad its almost over...

Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers

uh oh the nicca tried to be lyrical again... i'll give it a B-/C+

Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates
Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot

expand a lot? Wiz to Camelot? The fukc are you talkin about? Nicca smokes entirely too much... this nicca is tweekin.

The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop Pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God
I wreck shyt so much, the microphone'll need a paint job

C-/D+ for the wordplay

My brain is incarcerated
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact 11 L's and max in heaven

just sayin shyt again... back to the gun talk huh?

 

[charmander]

"yousa parasite, you never had a life
so you throw other nikkas lives in ya pad at night
it's clever when u write it
spoken well for a dude who never been indicted"

cormega sonned and exposed this clown coward bytch nas, and nas got most of the rhymes from his first 2 albums from mega

biggest fraud in hip-hop history with the most overrated album of all time

 

[blackslash]

lol a cac knows his shyt alot more than you


sad sad uneducated poster

Filthy cracka get outta here..

Listen to that cac metal that u call real music


nikka listening to cac metal and he thinks he can talk bout hip hop

fukk out my face cac fakket

Spoiler

U are still my brotha regardless of color..but cant have u coming at the throne

 

[HendriX]

Filthy cracka get outta here..

Listen to that cac metal that u call real music


nikka listening to cac metal and he thinks he can talk bout hip hop

fukk out my face cac fakket

 

[HendriX]

"yousa parasite, you never had a life
so you throw other nikkas lives in ya pad at night
it's clever when u write it
spoken well for a dude who never been indicted"

cormega sonned and exposed this clown coward bytch nas, and nas got most of the rhymes from his first 2 albums from mega

biggest fraud in hip-hop history with the most overrated album of all time

Mega hosting grindtime battles bruh

 

[charmander]

Mega hosting grindtime battles bruh

nas hosting baby showers for his hoodrat daughter and IRS audits, while mega revolutionized the independent game and made more money off rap than naux...not to mention he came in the game rich off cocaine

meanwhile nas could only afford to give mega $100 when he came home, because he was getting extorted by steve stoute and dr. dre