Best Lyricist Of All-time

[lvpro 0]

Though he doesn't deserve mention in the best of all time category with only one album out, Lupe Fiasco is coming up with some brilliant stuff. My current favorite track right now...

I just picked up his CD. I'm a fan of what I've heard, but I haven't had a chance to listen to the CD yet.

[Jadaki 0]

I just picked up his CD. I'm a fan of what I've heard, but I haven't had a chance to listen to the CD yet.

Based on other stuff I have seen you post about i think you will really like it.

[ncperrotta069 0]

Tupac.That is all.

QFMFT

[CardWarfare 4]

There's a place I know where people go where you can catch dough and chill on the low, in southside...Queens, Queens.I hear he has a new album dropping soon, finally. It's nice to have another Pharoahe appreciator.

I love the first few bars of "Hell" where it's one big "F" alliteration-I was originally just going to post that but the first two verses are awesome-F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for nowFor no formidable fights I've been formed to forgetFor Pharoahe fucks familiar foes firstbefo' fondlin female MC's fiercelyFocus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form liesMy phonetics alone forces feeble MC's into defense on the flyFeel me, for real-aLet's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillasMake the whole world feel usFrom the crack to the cap peelersto the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelersRelax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculousThirteen, OOOWWW, THE ILLEST!!To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get it onThink I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it onthe desk of any redneck record execI strike em wit the right hand send em a stepAnd this is (Hell!) this is (Hell!)This is Hell, incest kids under pressureIn the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresserA hundred CC's of the uncut cleanestIn the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenousTo the left, we have right wing extremistsOn a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penisMartinez, probablyJust as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is (Hell!)This is (Hell!)8x

QFMFT

I'm spectacularly unsurprised by this.

[fckthis 0]

i can name 20 MCs who write better lyrics than Em, just sayin.

please do.

[CardWarfare 4]

please do.

This is why we read the thread before posting.

[lvpro 0]

I love the first few bars of "Hell" where it's one big "F" alliteration-I was originally just going to post that but the first two verses are awesome-F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for nowFor no formidable fights I've been formed to forgetFor Pharoahe fucks familiar foes firstbefo' fondlin female MC's fiercelyFocus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form liesMy phonetics alone forces feeble MC's into defense on the flyFeel me, for real-aLet's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillasMake the whole world feel usFrom the crack to the cap peelersto the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelersRelax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculousThirteen, OOOWWW, THE ILLEST!!To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get it onThink I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it onthe desk of any redneck record execI strike em wit the right hand send em a stepAnd this is (Hell!) this is (Hell!)This is Hell, incest kids under pressureIn the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresserA hundred CC's of the uncut cleanestIn the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenousTo the left, we have right wing extremistsOn a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penisMartinez, probablyJust as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is (Hell!)This is (Hell!)8x

I found out May is when his new album drops. The 1st, I believe.I can't wait. I've been listening to Internal Affairs all week in preparation.

[CardWarfare 4]

I found out May is when his new album drops. The 1st, I believe.I can't wait. I've been listening to Internal Affairs all week in preparation.

It's gotten pushed back about 800 times, so I won't believe it until I'm balancing it on my erect penis.I do that with all my CDs.

[Vatche 0]

I forgot to mentionNameliss should be up there

QFTWelcome to a place called F-C-PWhere storytime with Beans is al-ways free.We got all kind o’ peeps, Caleb, Derek, Terry.But all ask the same, “Hey Daniel, where’s Jerry?”We got the best site, not four or any othaWe ain’t all family, but Theresa’s our muthaSome may say that she’s hot, some maybe notBut I know she got nothing on the army hoes in leather.Koop loves goin deep, but it’s not watcha think.We got Custom 36 for that type of thing.Whoops, I take it back, cause Custom is the law.Just tryin to say that Koop is a deep stack gawd.Chorus x3Everybody knows Gen. Poker rots away…and Everybody knows OT is where we playEverybody knows tritz can see flops right away…and Everybody knows Ron Mexico is gayVerse #2Now I’mma slow it down, but just for a sec.Cause FCP gets serious, and I haven’t yet.People get banned, and it ain’t always funnyLike when USC pissed off the great Digital Monkey.Drawing in DM had a friend as his avCourse 10-8 was an ***, and said some **** badWell it turned out DD’s friend had just died in a crashSo ten got E-raped, just like it was smash.Except for that ****, it’s mostly fun and gamesTo see who can post the most sickening flamesPlease don’t be the ***** who complains and criesFor those that do, please go back to pocket fives Chorus x2Verse #3Those two were weak, I won’t even frontI was just focusing on smoking this bluntNow that I’m warm, I’m gonna break through the curseI’m gonna spit hot fire while I tear up this verse.But not right yet, cause I’m doin some crack And I still gotta wait until the beat changes back.There it is, and now my rhymes are so crazy and sickOh, by the way Dirty dutch can suck on my dirty ****he thinks he’s tight cause he wrote a couple of ***** linesfor that flow, I’d have to give him multiple big finesI don’t know you all, and you don’t know who I amI’ll just say that I’m not cu in 4 years danIf I had the time, I would end the song with something largeIt’s just too bad for you that these are my last few barsTo PartyPokerSux, good luck to you before, I goJust think of us when you make millions when you turn proRemember nothing’s more tight than nameless, and I’m not bluffing…….nothing.

[Spence 0]

Jim Croce.Operator, oh could you help me place this callYou see the number on the matchbook is old and fadedShe's livin' in l.a.With my best old ex-friend rayA guy she said she knew well and sometimes hatedIsn't that the way they say it goesBut let's forget all thatAnd give me the number if you can find itSo i can call just to tell them i'm fine and to showI've overcome the blowI've learned to take it wellI only wish my words could just convince myselfThat it just wasn't realBut that's not the way it feelsOperator, oh could you help me place this call'cause i can't read the number that you just gave meThere's something in my eye'sYou know it happens every timeI think about the love that i thought would save meIsn't that the way they say it goesBut let's forget all thatAnd give me the number if you can find itSo i can call just to tell them i'm fine and to showI've overcome the blowI've learned to take it wellI only wish my words could just convince myselfThat it just wasn't realBut that's not the way it feelsOperator, oh let's forget about this callThere's no one there i really wanted to talk youThank you for your timeOh you've been so much more than kindAnd you can keep the dimeIsn't that the way they say it goesBut let's forget all thatAnd give me the number if you can find itSo i can call just to tell them i'm fine and to showI've overcome the blowI've learned to take it wellI only wish my words could just convince myselfThat it just wasn't realBut that's not the way it feels

[spm 1]

Probably Mozzer for me. stuff like this is just brilliant...Frankly Mr Shankly..Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've heldIt pays my way, and it corrodes my soulI want to leave, you will not miss meI want to go down in musical historyFrankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreckI've got the 21st century breathing down my neckI must move fast, you understand meI want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. ShanklyFame, Fame, fatal FameIt can play hideous tricks on the brainBut still I'd rather be FamousThan righteous or holy, any dayAny day, any dayBut sometimes I'd feel more fulfilledMaking Christmas cards with the mentally illI want to live and I want to LoveI want to catch something that I might be ashamed ofFrankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've heldIt pays my way and it corrodes my soulOh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetryI didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. ShanklyFrankly, Mr. Shankly, since you askYou are a flatulent pain in the arseI do not mean to be so rudeStill, I must speak frankly, Mr. ShanklyOh, give us your money !

[run_goot 0]

here are a couple off the top of my head:Thom YorkeSufjan StevensM. WardJesse Lacey of Brand NewWin Butler of Arcade FireJames Mercer of The ShinsLupe FiascoBlack Thought

[fleung22 1]

I'm gonna assume a great lyricist should have good lyrics.Kurt, 2pac is NOT a great lyricist. He's got great charisma and I love how he flows in his songs. But if you ever take a look at his lyrics it's often a crapload of cliches.I there's one in particular that has nothing of substance. "Get Around" I like the song but there's no genius in the writing.Here's an exerpt:Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't richSo cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix)Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.

[CardWarfare 4]

I'm gonna assume a great lyricist should have good lyrics.Kurt, 2pac is NOT a great lyricist. He's got great charisma and I love how he flows in his songs. But if you ever take a look at his lyrics it's often a crapload of cliches.I there's one in particular that has nothing of substance. "Get Around" I like the song but there's no genius in the writing.Here's an exerpt:Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't richSo cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix)Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.

Before anyone else says it, the quote you posted isn't Tupac. It's a different guy. I don't know if Tupac wrote his lyrics, but it definately isn't him rapping.

[Vatche 0]

lol @ fleungs cluelessness. :icon_biggrin:Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up [Chorus] Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x] [Verse Two:] Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up [Chorus] [Verse Three:] And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up

[Jadaki 0]

Before anyone else says it, the quote you posted isn't Tupac. It's a different guy. I don't know if Tupac wrote his lyrics, but it definately isn't him rapping.

Thats from Digital Underground (Shock G), Tupac appeared on the song but that wasn't him doing that verse.Tupac's verse in that song...

Fingertips on the hip as I dipGotta get a tight grip, dont slipLoose lips, sank ships, its a trip,I love the way she licks her lipsSee me jockin,Put a little twist in her hipscuz Im watchinConversations on the phonetil the break of dawn,Now we all alone, why the lights on?Turn em off, time to set it offGet you wet n soft,Somethings on your mind, let it off.You dont know me,You just met me,You wont let me,Well if I couldnt have it, (silly rabbit)Why you sweatin me?Its a lot of real gs doin timecuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie.You picked the wrong guy,Baby if youre too flyYou need to hit the door,Search for a new guy.cuz I only got one night in town,Break down or be clowned,Baby doll are you down?I get around

[fatman 1]

Tupac.That is all.

I can't believe all that talk about rap and noone mentioned Tupac until now. Lennon/McCartney were two of the best of all time.

[Jadaki 0]

I can't believe all that talk about rap and noone mentioned Tupac until now.

Tupac isn't really that great of a lyricist. Great performer, highly charismatic, but there were a lot of artist out at the same time or before him who were lyrically superior.