Lupe: the GOAT gangsta rapper

[SirBiatch]

Don't intervene chumps
Y'all far from the hood like limousine trunks

 

[jamaicaiwonder1993]

Lupe's flow is

Corny as fukk voice, and constantly offbeat

He flows better than Rocky though. I don't agree with your opinion, but we can both agree that K-Rhinoplasty is trash ass rapper

 

[The Infamous]

Lupe's flow is

Corny as fukk voice, and constantly offbeat

Terrible troll.

 

[SirBiatch]

He flows better than Rocky though

Not even close.

Rocky doesn't have a corny voice and he's never offbeat on Live.Love.ASAP

I don't agree with your opinion, but we can both agree that K-Rhinoplasty is trash ass rapper

Soulja Boy > K-Rhinoplasty

 

[Gil Scott-Heroin]

 

[Goat poster]

You know you deep in the game when nikkas wives out here trying to sue you for drug money

Edit: And how the fukk does a bytch win drug money in a divorce settlement?

 

[GoldTeef]

Is Lupe with the shyts?

 

[Tommy Sheppard]

People so used to him being a "dweeb who raps about nerd shyt" that they have no idea he rapped that pow pow moving weight gangsta shyt better than their favorite rappers in their primes.

And that was him as a ROOKIE.

He can do any style he wants.


"Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him
Please don't enter scope
It's gonna be a whole lot of IV'ing/Iovine and respirating
If I lean out this window with Irene
nikkas as tall as Yao Ming
Well L-U-P-Emperor
Is the foundation's, I-beams and the antennas
It's so serious/Sears every time I write my John Hancock like
Could damn near see Detroit, I see you
nikkas is scared of heights
This is Saran Wrap and aluminum foil
Some potpourri, a little machine oil
I stack my paper and throw off my scents/cents
This is top floor, better look out below
Pennies from heaven is the same as a semi from the second
And I reign supreme
Turn your umbrellas upside down
Did you even catch the change in theme?"


He was the best as soon as he started forreal forreal.



^ the lyrical peak until he topped it with Mural

when I was po/poor I was lo/low, now me and my chaps cop purple label

 

[NoHalfWay]

To recall the wielding pistols
More arms than Vishnu

Wrist full, of the crystal ball
I predict through, pistol, won't miss you
Like the second song on Disc 2

Lift you, 5'8" to 6'2"
To 6 feet below
Its like I'm half way home with 6 streets to go
Never halfway holmes
I'm 6 deep in flow
In the halfway homes since hes been paroled

Who got better wordplay?

 

[NaijaProdigy Redux]

About to make me go listen to those Lupe Fahrenheit mixtapes again

I remember when I heard those shyts for the firs time "Who da fukk is this nikka? "

 

[NoHalfWay]

Is Lupe with the shyts?

"It really happened in fact...
But I ain't manufactured for that
A bumpy ride, had to fasten my straps"

2 for 1

 

[The Infamous]

at comparing Asap to Lupe

 

[TheKang]

No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K
I fly through, pocket full of J-F-Ks
I rise to, the occasion like toast
With totes on the waist
And I flood your watch flooded like a basement man
You and my main foes fold like clean clothes
Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between your eyes like nose
Pinky mac riiiiiiing like the song that Peedi Crack sings, I Propose
Don't make me stand up, told you
You ain't gotta have your hands up
I was like, screw paper
Then I ran round touched money, changed my mind
Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down
Now, in addition to the semi
There's paper on the waist like Henry
And nikkas ain't seeing what I'm keeping concealed
They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed
Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal
Then you gotta hide money like
Fresh or witness protect
Went from, best to business exec in less than 4!
You can get it in the chest like Fresh
Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor
So act like you Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore
Wait, there's more:
Let me catch you tappin' my floor like Savion or Morse
Hope you like the sound of hollow, I got more
I black out like DOS, how you gonna back out
There's no back doors, like Porsche
Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza
Springsteen of sixteens
It's nothin' sweet, it's Lupe
I am White people's Kool-Aid, it's mean

 

[Supa]

him and Stack got busy on that joint

The hood nikkas call me Roger cuz I'm flooded with carats
And I floss everyday like it's Easter

r.i.p. Stack

People don't realize Lu and Stack were real tight. Lu used stay at his crib when he was in NY and vice versa. Stack was the first artist signed to 1st & 15th.

All of the rappers he's tight (Trae, G Malone, Trouble, Famlay, etc) with are street dudes.

To recall the wielding pistols
More arms than Vishnu

Wrist full, of the crystal ball
I predict through, pistol, won't miss you
Like the second song on Disc 2

Lift you, 5'8" to 6'2"
To 6 feet below
Its like I'm half way home with 6 streets to go
Never halfway holmes
I'm 6 deep in flow
In the halfway homes since hes been paroled

Who got better wordplay?

What is this from?


But now back to the punchin
Back to floor/flow like crunching
Got a 6 pack on the low now I'm sunk in
Look like I'm driving from the back seat
With a bird shotgun like I'm hunting
You see what happened
I made a call, and she got fly
I was pumping, hit her up
Then I sent my dog to go and pick her up
Camouflaged fitted cut to the left velours, how I did it up
And to the whole Westside, I tip it up
And over to the single baby mama with no job that gotta WIC it up
To all my nikkas in the CCDOC waiting on they quick collect to come
So they can live it up
And to my nikkas that liquor they livers up and distribute cut in the belly
Sit it up


In the abdomen is Madison from which I came
But this my gang
FNF crew, first and fifteen
Bear arms like Labatt Blue
Oh yes its bullets in the toasters as many as the clips that the gun hold
And they itchin to come up out the magazine like the posters that unfold
So my heat like Tigerbeat
I got the shotgun and the driver's seat
So if Lupe's a coupe, my man is a sedan
If there's more than 2 of us, then you up against a van
If I'm leavin, then you leavin
If your nikkas wanna come, y'all can ride with me
It's just gonna be a lot of squeezin
Ya understand?

 

[Versa]

No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K
I fly through, pocket full of J-F-Ks
I rise to, the occasion like toast
With totes on the waist
And I flood your watch flooded like a basement man
You and my main foes fold like clean clothes
Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between your eyes like nose
Pinky mac riiiiiiing like the song that Peedi Crack sings, I Propose
Don't make me stand up, told you
You ain't gotta have your hands up
I was like, screw paper
Then I ran round touched money, changed my mind
Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down
Now, in addition to the semi
There's paper on the waist like Henry
And nikkas ain't seeing what I'm keeping concealed
They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed
Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal
Then you gotta hide money like
Fresh or witness protect
Went from, best to business exec in less than 4!
You can get it in the chest like Fresh
Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor
So act like you Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore
Wait, there's more:
Let me catch you tappin' my floor like Savion or Morse
Hope you like the sound of hollow, I got more
I black out like DOS, how you gonna back out
There's no back doors, like Porsche
Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza
Springsteen of sixteens
It's nothin' sweet, it's Lupe
I am White people's Kool-Aid, it's mean

The GOAT