"The artist who truly suffers, his stuff is the best, cause his heart bleed on his sleeve" - Nas
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Nas has a great understanding of a lot of shyt, that's why he's 1 of the greatest ever artists, to me personally in music, not restricted to genres.
Cuban had so much talent, I wish things had worked out for him how they could have, cause he was very talented...
eerieBell
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from Verbal Graffiti:
My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven
No man can harm you
An army of angels with true love is there to guard you
powerful thread
eerieBell
All Star
Deserves a mention as well.
I wanted to walk just like him
Wanted to talk just like him
Often momma said I look too much
And I thought just like him
Only Ghostface and Beanie Sigel can pull that weeping flow.
from Verbal Graffiti:
My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven
No man can harm you
An army of angels with true love is there to guard you
powerful thread
Yeah that line is deep, that's what I mean, like how he poetically put his pain and his experience into that bar. Ill and raw, Mega even sounds raw when he spits, I love The Realness, classic to me, I know this is from True Meaning though, which is a very good album too.
Scarface kind of too. But no doubt, I've heard of grown men and G'd up type dudes shedding tears over this shyt. A lot of people could deeply relate totheir fathers not being there (unfortunately). It's like the Wise Intelligent song I posted too, how he said how he grew to hate his father, like that's what he was meant to do, so many people can relate to those cold raw but harsh truths. I think if you're that type f artist you got to give people that kind of real raw shyt, to make them emotionally invest with you, some artists captivate their audiences in different ways and that's fine too, but I think the best artists usually give at least something of themselves in their lyrics/songs.
[Verse 2: Angelique]
I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, every night, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feelin' on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest and yes I was nervous
Was this a test? I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bytchin' if she hasn't got a fix in, so
Now I lay me down to sleep, Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep, don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom Thinkin' how my step dad raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class and yet I'm missin' periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearin' it
I gotta tell mom before she sees me
I told her how he treated me and she didn't believe me
Callin' me a slut cause my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin' to your kids though
I can't believe the way he caught her
Got her believin' him and dissin' her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha
[2Pac]
Revenge is sweet
On the streets, understand me
Gotta retaliate get it straight, locate the nikka's family
And I'm rollin' in my jeep top speed, ready to pull the trigger
On any bytch ass nikka, who got weed
They killed my homie and I'm restless
Gotta get em back
A nikka with a mack and a death wish
Tears in my eyes, don't cry
Look up in the sky and wonder why
Do everybody gotta die
Another soulja in a casket Can't eat, can't sleep, till I, bury them b*stards His family is fallin' into pieces, his momma don't understand the madness I can't explain the drama And it hurts the most, when its someone close I smoke weed, cause I'm losin' hope
And any dope can see, the ghettos fulla' drug dealers
But ain't nobody born a killa' But it hurts the most
This perfectly personifies the mentality of that situation. The urge/need for revenge after dealing with such pain. The brutal reality of it, related to people living that lifestyle. And being restless and anxious, like you can't do nothing else until you get revenge, as like therapy itself to feel like you done your part to avenge the murder. Was a great writer, cause later in the verse he brings it back poetically but with reality asking why everybody gotta die? So it's a mixture of compassion and no mercy. Then he goes on to speak about the dudes family, his mother, not understanding, his family falling apart. It's like a news report cause it's so common and an epidemic what he's talking about. And the last line is perfect, it's a potent effective line that leaves a mark, NOBODY BORN A KILLER, signifying that been MADE this why, obviously by he society, environment and many other issues he spoke about in other songs. shyt is dope...
Even though this is a story you can still tell it's like an amalgamation of his experiences too. And a lot of people could relate to some of this in some form. And he still has some comedy in it, it's just dope, I love Rick and hope he makes more albums.
Bizzy's verse...
[Bizzy]
Puttin' a pistol to my brain, one second before I squeeze since I'm
A gangster, I'm a put myself on my knees, I'm dreaming of suicide I'm
Sick, of feelin' depressed, and I'm stressed out like a mothafukker
I can't even rest, I smoke weed, drink liquor just to ease the pain
They used to tell me that God was cryin' whenever it'd rain, I
Grew up without my momma and my father, just me and my sisters, and
They split us all up with the foster, I've been molested and I learnt
About love, I don't respect women, now I'm just sinnin', nikka raw
I'm livin', how long may this survive like this, if it's Heaven and
The Abyss I will fry to the crisp now drinkin', and drinkin' and drinkin'
And smokin' and smokin' and thinkin' and thinkin' want a little bit
More and more a my mind still slip a, it's critical can't take it, come on
Save me I'll take death everybody's so all worked up, Satan
[Bizzy]
Puttin' a pistol to my brain, one second before I squeeze since I'm
A gangster, I'm a put myself on my knees, I'm dreaming of suicide I'm
Sick, of feelin' depressed, and I'm stressed out like a mothafukker
I can't even rest, I smoke weed, drink liquor just to ease the pain
They used to tell me that God was cryin' whenever it'd rain, I
Grew up without my momma and my father, just me and my sisters, and
They split us all up with the foster, I've been molested and I learnt
About love, I don't respect women, now I'm just sinnin', nikka raw
I'm livin', how long may this survive like this, if it's Heaven and
The Abyss I will fry to the crisp now drinkin', and drinkin' and drinkin'
And smokin' and smokin' and thinkin' and thinkin' want a little bit
More and more a my mind still slip a, it's critical can't take it, come on
Save me I'll take death everybody's so all worked up, Satan
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This joint is about Chino XL's daughter that had cancer....
[Verse 1]
Yeah, question, why are we on the fourth floor?
I asked her mother, but we both or weren't sure yet
This is where the doctor said that we should go
Holdin' my child, she's 10 months old
The hospital was so cold
Definitely ruinin' all of our holiday plans of beach sands
Filling out some bland paperwork with shaky hands (Lost)
Seein' little children stricken with a certain sickness
Clutch my baby a little tighter, reflect the nervous feelings
A whole hour passed, we starting to lose patience
Humbled by the thoughts of patients lost in this situation (What's going on?)
Here comes a nurse, not knowing that we should fear the worst
Seen the doctor's mouth movin', couldn't even hear the words
This isn't happenin' to you, I'm like Superman
And I could protect you from anything, I was really scared (Serious)
I realized what I heard, but not prepared for
The sentence that the doctor said, "Your daughter has cancer"
[Hook]
I will take my life right now if you would save my child
I'd exchange my life for hers, this is my solemn vow
No more chemo in her veins and no more screams of pain (I pray)
This is a father's shame, that I can't save you from everything
[Verse 2]
Okay, I got to man up
It hit me so hard, that I could barely stand up (My world stopped)
Then the flowers and balloons and the cards came
Prayers many hours, knees bruised all in God's name (Hurt so much)
If only my feeble hands could remove this neuroblastoma tumor from your adrenal glands (Helpless)
Why you? Why now? It didn't feel fair
Your grandma shed tears, you lost your hair
It's unbelievable little Bella was that strong
And inconceivable we lived in the hospital that long (Forever)
Protecting your immune system from contaminants
You had to wear a medical mask, can't give my kid a kiss (Imagine)
I learned to envision your face growing getting older
Envisioned you driving your first car and getting your diploma
Envisioned your wedding, your husband better be a soldier
A little girl sick like you died two rooms over (Eva)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Chemotherapy made Christmas hard to process
I fed the family faith, hoping it would make their fears starve to death
Your momma's tough, prayed to Saint Jude's that it's a bad dream
But could it be I'm speaking to a doctor and not Epstein? (reality)
I remember the cries, remember the meals fed through tubes
Pulling the red wagon, the sound of the plastic wheels
Kind of a metaphor for pulling through this ordeal
I pray my enemies never even have to know how this feels (hurts)
But forget our feelings, it doesn't matter, you're the one suffering
You couldn't speak a lot yet, but its like your eyes was saying
"Daddy, if it's an obstacle, and price I got to pay
For a long, great life, then we'll make it through okay"
The day of your final surgery, I still live in that moment
The teddy bear you were holding, I still own it
I watched the doors closing, February 2, 2004
My little girl is cured
[Voicemail from Daughter]
My God
[Hook]
[Female Voice fades]
Joy x4
[Verse 1]
Yeah, question, why are we on the fourth floor?
I asked her mother, but we both or weren't sure yet
This is where the doctor said that we should go
Holdin' my child, she's 10 months old
The hospital was so cold
Definitely ruinin' all of our holiday plans of beach sands
Filling out some bland paperwork with shaky hands (Lost)
Seein' little children stricken with a certain sickness
Clutch my baby a little tighter, reflect the nervous feelings
A whole hour passed, we starting to lose patience
Humbled by the thoughts of patients lost in this situation (What's going on?)
Here comes a nurse, not knowing that we should fear the worst
Seen the doctor's mouth movin', couldn't even hear the words
This isn't happenin' to you, I'm like Superman
And I could protect you from anything, I was really scared (Serious)
I realized what I heard, but not prepared for
The sentence that the doctor said, "Your daughter has cancer"
[Hook]
I will take my life right now if you would save my child
I'd exchange my life for hers, this is my solemn vow
No more chemo in her veins and no more screams of pain (I pray)
This is a father's shame, that I can't save you from everything
[Verse 2]
Okay, I got to man up
It hit me so hard, that I could barely stand up (My world stopped)
Then the flowers and balloons and the cards came
Prayers many hours, knees bruised all in God's name (Hurt so much)
If only my feeble hands could remove this neuroblastoma tumor from your adrenal glands (Helpless)
Why you? Why now? It didn't feel fair
Your grandma shed tears, you lost your hair
It's unbelievable little Bella was that strong
And inconceivable we lived in the hospital that long (Forever)
Protecting your immune system from contaminants
You had to wear a medical mask, can't give my kid a kiss (Imagine)
I learned to envision your face growing getting older
Envisioned you driving your first car and getting your diploma
Envisioned your wedding, your husband better be a soldier
A little girl sick like you died two rooms over (Eva)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Chemotherapy made Christmas hard to process
I fed the family faith, hoping it would make their fears starve to death
Your momma's tough, prayed to Saint Jude's that it's a bad dream
But could it be I'm speaking to a doctor and not Epstein? (reality)
I remember the cries, remember the meals fed through tubes
Pulling the red wagon, the sound of the plastic wheels
Kind of a metaphor for pulling through this ordeal
I pray my enemies never even have to know how this feels (hurts)
But forget our feelings, it doesn't matter, you're the one suffering
You couldn't speak a lot yet, but its like your eyes was saying
"Daddy, if it's an obstacle, and price I got to pay
For a long, great life, then we'll make it through okay"
The day of your final surgery, I still live in that moment
The teddy bear you were holding, I still own it
I watched the doors closing, February 2, 2004
My little girl is cured
[Voicemail from Daughter]
My God
[Hook]
[Female Voice fades]
Joy x4
About Big...
This Trag joint is underrated, 1 of the verses is about when his son fell out a window too, and almost died, he felt guilty cause he was with him at the time. Also to his mum that passed too. Word to @KILLAKUTT7
Lady Repo MURDERED this, the verse is self explanatory...