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

[Dark Knyght]

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.

You know what nikka, I can't even argue with this verse. I dapped you up and everything. This verse is best/realest shyt that ever came out the nikka mouth. You did something your predecessors in this thread did not. I still want quotable bars from the nikka though.

 

[torcher]

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

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

Verses are nothin alike. The funny thing is nikkaz will call Ross mediocre but somebody like Ghostface (who makes great music) will be called great lyrically when nothin he says makes sense.

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

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.

Well here's the thing. One of my main points is that all Ross verses are interchangeable. You can't be a good song writer when your verses are of almost zero consequence because their all about the exact same shyt.

All you've done is further solidify my point.

 

[homiedontplaydat]

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

that's the shyt i don't like

 

[10:31]

Devil in a new dress was tough as shyt too

 

[homiedontplaydat]

Devil in a new dress was tough as shyt too

So was

Rich off Cocaine
Mafia Music 1
Freemason
etc etc

 

[Crab Judah]

Show us how its done then. Highlight the "quotables" in them verses

unbelievable

 

[Dominic Brehetto]

All you ***** 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 ***** 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 *****es 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


***** cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ high
Triple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys
**** boy talking outta turn *****
‘Fore you sell dope there’s **** you gotta learn *****
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a **** face
****ing *****es that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out
Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost ***** ball
Phantom drop head ****, I had to get ‘em all
nikkas hate but they know they never get involved



LMFAO @ these two verses being nothing alike. Just look how fukkin similar those bars are.

 

[homiedontplaydat]

unbelievable

How bout u highlight em then

 

[obarth]

Verses are nothin alike. The funny thing is nikkaz will call Ross mediocre but somebody like Ghostface (who makes great music) will be called great lyrically when nothin he says makes sense.

You really want me to post some GFK stories where I can break down the characters and the plot? Because it's no problem for me to do so. And his shyt that nikkas say doesn't make sense is heavy in 5% termanology.

As for the triple beam dreams verse, it starts off like this dude is about to actually tell a story for once about a nikka that bought into the life but broke under fed pressure. Instead he starts the story off and just gets into his usual disconnected imagery shyt. He repeats the fukkboy part to make it seem like shyt is connected but it's not. Compare it to Nas' verse on the same damn song. The verse has a main character, and that character's has a story you can follow: a young nikka that got into the dope game with dreams (triple beam dreams) of what the game could get him, but he runs into reality soon enough and comes to resent where the game has led him.

 

[torcher]

Well here's the thing. One of my main points is that all Ross verses are interchangeable. You can't be a good song writer when your verses are of almost zero consequence because their all about the exact same shyt.

All you've done is further solidify my point.

So are you criticizing his subject matter?

 

[torcher]

You really want me to post some GFK stories where I can break down the characters and the plot? Because it's no problem for me to do so. And his shyt that nikkas say doesn't make sense is heavy in 5% termanology.

As for the triple beam dreams verse, it starts off like this dude is about to actually tell a story for once about a nikka that bought into the life but broke under pressure. Instead he starts the story off and just gets into his usual disconnected imagery shyt. He repeats the fukkboy part to make it seem like shyt is connected but it's not. Compare it to Nas' verse on the same damn song. The verse has a main character, and that character's has a story you can follow: a young nikka that got into the dope game with dreams (triple beam dreams) of what the game could get him, but he runs into reality soon enough and comes to resent where the game has led him.

I've seen Ghost get interviewed and get asked about lyrics and couldn't explain what it meant so I don't care about your interrpretation of the stuff he says

 

[Crab Judah]

How bout u highlight em then

fukk outta here stanley

You can't even articulate why Ross is hot - I'm done engaging with you

 

[rapdonttweet]

Devil in a new dress was tough as shyt too

Ross's verse ruined the song. He was off topic and didn't even end his verse properly.

 

[lamont614]

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

nikka painted a picture so vivid right there how can u hate on that

THAT'S ART RIGHT THERE