Who would you say is the greatest writer in Hip Hop?
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hes an all time great.No thoughts on GZA?
ive got him, rakim, nas, mos def up there
Nas and GZA.
No thoughts on GZA?
First name I thought of when I read the thread title. He's an absolute brilliant writer. Listen to even his latest space/science themed verses. The God is very meticulous with the pen without being overly complex or condescending like a guy like Lupe.
GetRichOrDieTryin
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Bruh, I was just up early this morning listening to random GZA songs
His pen game is definitely top notch
FruitOfTheVale
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Nas and GZA for sure
The Jacka is another one of my favorite writers in Hip Hop though he's not top 5, top 10 on my list though easy.
The only good writers out of this generation I can think of are Kevin Gates, Roc Marciano, KA, Vince Staples, Danny Brown, Boldy James and Mozzy. I wouldn't say that any of them are GREAT writers though with the exception of Gates and Roc maybe.
Frankly I can out-write 95% of these nikkas so I see it differently anyway
The Jacka is another one of my favorite writers in Hip Hop though he's not top 5, top 10 on my list though easy.
The only good writers out of this generation I can think of are Kevin Gates, Roc Marciano, KA, Vince Staples, Danny Brown, Boldy James and Mozzy. I wouldn't say that any of them are GREAT writers though with the exception of Gates and Roc maybe.
Frankly I can out-write 95% of these nikkas so I see it differently anyway
MooseMouthMthafuga
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Pac.He was the writers writer.Most of these niccaz y'all listing are just your typical fancy wordplay artist.
FruitOfTheVale
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Truth be told there's a lot of very underrated great writers though... as I've mentioned in other threads Breeze Brewin's pen game is top notch.
The writing on this song alone is nothing short of incredible.
The whole song is about a dude working in the maternity ward of a hospital during the crack era where he witnesses the horrible fates of the crack babies. When he comes home and sees all the crack dealers and fiends on the streets he can't mentally unconnect it from what he sees at his job to the point that he threatens to kill the mother of his unborn child if she ever touches the glass pipe. It ends with him seeking vigilante justice against the crack dealers in his neighborhood on behalf of the stillborn crack babies he has to dispose every day
That whole Clear Blue Skies album got some of the best writing I've ever heard period.
The writing on this song alone is nothing short of incredible.
[Verse 1: Brewin]
What y'all know about them wild nikkas
Devil child nikkas
Have-you-kick-the-bucket-say-fukk-it-and-smile-nikkas
The type to catch the Buddha buzz, slide up to the fuzz
Sayin "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body"
I knew this nikka Smokey, sorta like his pistol
Barrel when you're in peril and shyt like that was wanted
But later that would die down
Sorta like many abandoned that he ran with
His block felt sorta haunted
His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed
They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded
He needed a job and the robbin wouldn't do it
He wasn't tryin to go out like Diquan in Strapped
Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby
From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shyt was lovely
With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot
And not a nikka on the street would have to get that pocket tapped
He's workin in maternity and learnin
Seein much about the infant children
To be skilled in fatherhood
Stealin baby stuff home for self
And he didn't have to pull the Mac-20 off the shelf and get...
[Chorus]
Loose if a brotha can't take no more
Loose if a brotha can't swing it
Loose if a brotha can't break once more
Loose if a brotha.....
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[Verse 2: Brewin]
In Maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff
Make-you-drop-your-jaw-stuff, hospitals get sorta wild
He saw some babies shakin, awakin if they were fortunate
His soul was scorchin, it would have him thinkin of his child
Later there would be no "Honey, I'm home,"
Strictly "Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up, I leave you wet up"
On the block, a flock of zombies entranced
By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up
His job was gettin hard to fukk with
They had even had him stuck with the disposal of the stillborn
Poisoned by the nourishment, the ill torn soul from flesh
From the womb to tomb
Seein shyt like that'll have you crazy
That night he had a dream
And it was a child nursin upon the semen of the glass genitalia
Clouded nut after clouded nut
He woke and shouted "What the fukk is goin on?"
Smokey was Swayze, it's time to get....
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Brewin]
He figured there was only one way
As he rushed the runway lookin wild deranged
This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin
Lookin at fiends of the pebble adored praised
Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs
Through fumes from the floor
Blazed the sole sacrificial altar
He chose now to halt the worship dealin that ultimate headrush...
The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin hell a flame
With the choir of the firearms to blame
In the mornin by the time the smoke cleared
Everybody seen the massacre, the local folk cheered
"Oh, thank the Lord Almighty," the pharmacy was out of business
On the L a chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten...
What y'all know about them wild nikkas
Devil child nikkas
Have-you-kick-the-bucket-say-fukk-it-and-smile-nikkas
The type to catch the Buddha buzz, slide up to the fuzz
Sayin "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body"
I knew this nikka Smokey, sorta like his pistol
Barrel when you're in peril and shyt like that was wanted
But later that would die down
Sorta like many abandoned that he ran with
His block felt sorta haunted
His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed
They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded
He needed a job and the robbin wouldn't do it
He wasn't tryin to go out like Diquan in Strapped
Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby
From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shyt was lovely
With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot
And not a nikka on the street would have to get that pocket tapped
He's workin in maternity and learnin
Seein much about the infant children
To be skilled in fatherhood
Stealin baby stuff home for self
And he didn't have to pull the Mac-20 off the shelf and get...
[Chorus]
Loose if a brotha can't take no more
Loose if a brotha can't swing it
Loose if a brotha can't break once more
Loose if a brotha.....
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[Verse 2: Brewin]
In Maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff
Make-you-drop-your-jaw-stuff, hospitals get sorta wild
He saw some babies shakin, awakin if they were fortunate
His soul was scorchin, it would have him thinkin of his child
Later there would be no "Honey, I'm home,"
Strictly "Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up, I leave you wet up"
On the block, a flock of zombies entranced
By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up
His job was gettin hard to fukk with
They had even had him stuck with the disposal of the stillborn
Poisoned by the nourishment, the ill torn soul from flesh
From the womb to tomb
Seein shyt like that'll have you crazy
That night he had a dream
And it was a child nursin upon the semen of the glass genitalia
Clouded nut after clouded nut
He woke and shouted "What the fukk is goin on?"
Smokey was Swayze, it's time to get....
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Brewin]
He figured there was only one way
As he rushed the runway lookin wild deranged
This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin
Lookin at fiends of the pebble adored praised
Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs
Through fumes from the floor
Blazed the sole sacrificial altar
He chose now to halt the worship dealin that ultimate headrush...
The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin hell a flame
With the choir of the firearms to blame
In the mornin by the time the smoke cleared
Everybody seen the massacre, the local folk cheered
"Oh, thank the Lord Almighty," the pharmacy was out of business
On the L a chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten...
The whole song is about a dude working in the maternity ward of a hospital during the crack era where he witnesses the horrible fates of the crack babies. When he comes home and sees all the crack dealers and fiends on the streets he can't mentally unconnect it from what he sees at his job to the point that he threatens to kill the mother of his unborn child if she ever touches the glass pipe. It ends with him seeking vigilante justice against the crack dealers in his neighborhood on behalf of the stillborn crack babies he has to dispose every day
That whole Clear Blue Skies album got some of the best writing I've ever heard period.
FruitOfTheVale
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Boots Riley of The Coup is another amazing writer who has not gotten his just due for his A1 pen game.
"Me and Jesus the Pimp in a 79 Granada Last Night" is simply an incredible piece of storytelling and has actually inspired novels and short films alike.
He recently just produced, wrote and directed an indie film ("Sorry to Bother You") that is tearing shyt up on the indie film circuit rn. He been making movies though, just in audio form
"Me and Jesus the Pimp in a 79 Granada Last Night" is simply an incredible piece of storytelling and has actually inspired novels and short films alike.
He recently just produced, wrote and directed an indie film ("Sorry to Bother You") that is tearing shyt up on the indie film circuit rn. He been making movies though, just in audio form
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Still relevant 30 years later........
Still relevant 30 years later........
Nas, Lupe & Budden...
All 3 of their pens are godlike
I was bumping Joe's diss to Drake yesterday and he said
"You playing chess with the chrome or the pump, let it blast checkered (check her) past you should've known from the jump"
the fukk
cant disagree with any of those 3, especially Joe....I think he is my favorite. I would probably say he is the best. When Nas is on his shyt he is unfukkwitable tho.
personally, I have to put Rakim, Cube, Slick Rick, Jay, Jahlil from Whodini, Melle Mel, and Will Smith who's genius as a writer is overlooked I believe.