On the real, Rick Ross' rise in lyrical ability and popularity are a myth

[Dominic Brehetto]

" your shyt pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin"

Is Ross rappin to himself?!

 

[28 Gramz]

Here's a technically impressive verse that I mentioned earlier:



I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block


Now show me a Ross verse that's equivalent to that from a technical standpoint.

What the fukk is Deck really talkin about here?

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

He's not talking about anything really. It's just an impressive verse from a technical point.

I posted a well written song with a concept and a great technical verse to give examples of lyricism.

Ross is neither impressive technically nor in song concepts/subject matter.

 

[28 Gramz]

fukk boy talking outta turn nikka
In a court room spraying like a germ nikka
25 on a line, them nikkas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them nikkas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin’ was cool
Snatching nikkas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
fukk boy you caught up in my dream
Countin’ cream on the cover of a magazine
I’m the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nikka, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
nikka cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ high
Triple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys
fukk boy talking outta turn nikka
‘Fore you sell dope there’s shyt you gotta learn nikka
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a fukk face
fukking bytches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out
Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nikka ball
Phantom drop head shyt, I had to get ‘em all
nikkas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, fukk ‘em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto’s my reality
I’m from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nikka forget about it
Low income housing, nikka try to get up out it
I got a plan nikka just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

Multi's,sick rhyme scheme and stays on topic..shut the fukk up.

 

[rapdonttweet]

He writes good songs. Again what rappers besides Nas, T.I., Kanye, etc. talk about wide variety of topics? Again, not Jay_Z and Biggie and those are said to be two of the all-time greats. So because he picks great beats thats a problem, Nas is said to pick trash beats and therefore he's unlistenable, same with some others. You guys hate for no reason. .


I'm still waiting for you to post a great verse by anybody that I can rip to shreads, but you refuse to. Why is that?

dude, every rapper considered a lyricist has song topics. Even the newer faces in the game. Reks, Kendrick Lamar, Elzhi, Hopsin, etc. These are rappers who rap about things.

 

[torcher]

He's not talking about anything really. It's just an impressive verse from a technical point.

I posted a well written song with a concept and a great technical verse to give examples of lyricism.

Ross is neither impressive technically nor in song concepts/subject matter.

I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I’m hustlin’ on every corner boomin’
Back of the Phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin’ out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely nikkas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and nikkas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin’ so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shyt pushed back cuz it ain’t buzzin’
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
nikkas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can’t talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

All you p*ssy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nikka T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bytches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
Sold dope by any means all day

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

Now where's the Ross proof of how he WRITES good songs? I'm still waiting.

I'm also waiting for a Ross verse that fukks with decks verse from a technical stance.

Mutherfukkas said post examples because they can put up Ross equivalents. Well where the fukk are they?

 

[Dark Knyght]

What the fukk is Deck really talkin about here?

He's talking about he's so dope and explosive as a rapper that you cant question it and his shyt makes others look foolish His lyrics/verses so explosive its comparable to explosions and war. His shyt got a people locked and focused on him and they want more in which as an MC he's able to control the crowd.

In a nutshell. Diversify yo bonds nikka.

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

fukk boy talking outta turn nikka
In a court room spraying like a germ nikka
25 on a line, them nikkas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them nikkas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin’ was cool
Snatching nikkas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
fukk boy you caught up in my dream
Countin’ cream on the cover of a magazine
I’m the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nikka, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
nikka cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ high
Triple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys
fukk boy talking outta turn nikka
‘Fore you sell dope there’s shyt you gotta learn nikka
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a fukk face
fukking bytches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out
Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nikka ball
Phantom drop head shyt, I had to get ‘em all
nikkas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, fukk ‘em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto’s my reality
I’m from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nikka forget about it
Low income housing, nikka try to get up out it
I got a plan nikka just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

Multi's,sck rhyme scheme and stays on topic..shut the fukk up.

What's the topic? The same one he raps in every song? This verse is just another interchangeable verse about nothing.

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I’m hustlin’ on every corner boomin’
Back of the Phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin’ out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely nikkas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and nikkas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin’ so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shyt pushed back cuz it ain’t buzzin’
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
nikkas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can’t talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

All you p*ssy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nikka T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bytches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
Sold dope by any means all day

You can switch this verse with the verse 28 grams posted in the respective songs and nobody would notice.

 

[torcher]

You can switch this verse with the verse 28 grams posted in the respective songs and nobody would notice.

Just say you don't like Ross. Its cool.

 

[rapdonttweet]

I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I’m hustlin’ on every corner boomin’
Back of the Phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin’ out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely nikkas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and nikkas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin’ so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shyt pushed back cuz it ain’t buzzin’
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
nikkas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can’t talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

All you p*ssy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nikka T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bytches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
Sold dope by any means all day

I can't lie, those first 6 bars were dope. Falls off drastically after that. Dude rhymes the same word 4 times in that verse!

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

I don't like. He's over hyped mediocrity.

Now admit you could switch those verses and it wouldn't make a difference.

 

[obarth]

I dapped mad nikkas in this thread...but where the fukk have y'all nikkas been the last year when I've been making all of these points and been called a 50 stan () in the process?

Ross stans will tell you he's a great story teller but not be able to give you an example of any of his great stories. I've been through all this bs with these nikkas. When I finally got one of the stans to drop a verse he ended up back tracking after I broke down why it meant nothing...but he still kept arguing for Ross.

Ross has successfully done what Jay-Z haters say Jay already did, and that's brainwash cats into thinking he's dope. He's replicated the Rocafella formula, whenever he's seen publicly he's always in character, his rhymes are mutli heavy and usually feature a somewhat sped up flow (which is always dope to the novice listener), and his raps consist of nothing but magnificent imagery and vocabulary that usually doesn't work in context but sounds good.

Ross is a hybrid of Weezy and Curren$y when it comes to rhyming. Like Wayne he's just operating with a flow of consciousness spitting bars that having nothing to do with one another. He tries to connect it all by spitting aesthetic rap. It's about nothing but promotes a certain lifestyle, mood, or vibe. In Curren$y's case it's the whole Jet Life/weed head shyt and Ross is spitting that luxurious don life shyt. Aston Martin Music is one of the only songs where dude tells a connected story from beginning to end.

 

[28 Gramz]

What's the topic? The same one he raps in every song? This verse is just another interchangeable verse about nothing.

Are you serious? The topic is about being on kingpin status in the dope game whether or not it's any different from most Ross songs isn't the point..in the same song Nas' first verse is coming from the perspecive of a low-level drug-dealer hence the title "Tripe Beam Dreams". You runnin out of shyt to complain about and soundin alot like with these last few posts.