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VINYLONE said:
Do me a favor, post your favorite Tupac song and list the lyrics of said song...please.
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Rapping with heartfelt emotion and meaning >> having superior cadence, flow, and wordplay.

You can say Biggie had better cadence (which is debatable)-- and you'd have many support your opinion.

You can say that Tech N9ne and Busta Rhymes have superior verbal-delivery technique, in terms of speed and wordplay, than Tupac, and I suppose that could be argued as well.


But to suggest that Tupac is a garbage musician is simply melodramatic trolling, and intellectual-rubbish. Tupac has regularly been appraised (in academia, and peer-reviewed journals) as a Folk-Hero, and an icon for thousands of African-Americans.

Tupac, of all rappers, had the best ability to resonate with his audience-- which is why we have generation after generation of Tupac fans. He's a true poet, and that is what he conveyed with his rap. Some say that his delivery lacks in technicality, but to me thats what makes it most beautiful.

Listening to Thugz Mansion (that also features Nas, an easy top 5, probably top 3 rapper) is the perfect example of this. Nas might have the more challenging delivery, but Tupac has the more memorable verse. Why? Because his verse resonates with the audience more. Plain and simple. His lyrics transcend music.

And that, precisely, is why Tupac is an all-time great. Tupac = Hip Hop, right down to its core.
 
I donno guis Bob Dillon plays gitar so ****ty yngwie malmsteen >> Bob Bob is **** tbh
 
UGLI baby said:
Also, basically every Outkast song ever made was annoying as **** with the exception of B.O.B. and maybe a couple others that I'm sure Mr Candann will be happy to point out.


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Dafu? Atliens was that album.

You are straight out of your head with that one.
 
VINYLONE said:
Do me a favor, post your favorite Tupac song and list the lyrics of said song...please.
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Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these *****z, there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin
Know there's dope bein sold, but I ain't the one sellin!
Don't want to be another number
I got a ****in gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead - *****z put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwillers by my bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a ***** did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
when *****z shootin at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead gone
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin
Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen
thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin
 
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I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a *****, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
 
And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tool. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
 
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't raise the children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed *******
Maybe he'll listen in his casket - the aftermath
More bodies being buried - I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby
 
With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest? Through this supression
They punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even a genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world
 
Lately been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
Sold my impala cause these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say **** all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home
Cause muh-****ers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
this high powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
do I do in these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to ****az yell
Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin ****ed
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be goin on a long vacation
 
Ok I grudgingly edited out the bad word..... didn't want to do it though as part of the essence of Pac is his thug life street persona
 
Its just retarded to say that Tupac sucks.... That's like comparing Him to olden polynice or something.

Its fine if you don't think he is the MJ of rap (although I think he is) but come on, any idiot should recognize that he would at least be on a clyde Drexler level.

As for Tupac vs Biggie: They are very different stylistically...... Biggie is very mellow, smooth, quiet, laid back style (kinda like snoop), where as Tupac is very fierce, raw, loud and up tempo (kinda like dmx).
Which is weird because usually west coast rap is more quiet and mellow, while east coast rap is usually faster and louder...... And I normally like west coast rap better.
 
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