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    Quote Originally Posted by Safe_Kid View Post
    It seems Rap consists of alot of Metaphors now adays, no one better at them then Lil Wayne (H)
    I'm pretty sure that Tupac will always rain supreme in that aspect. He's the greatest rapper alive.

    Though I do think that Kanye West has the most innovative and creative mainstream lyrics out there (I'm not trolling, I actually like his music).
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    Quote Originally Posted by Calcifer View Post
    I'm pretty sure that Tupac will always rain supreme in that aspect. He's the greatest rapper alive.
    lmfao.

    That sentence is wrong in so many ways hahaha


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    Quote Originally Posted by Calcifer View Post
    I'm pretty sure that Tupac will always rain supreme in that aspect. He's the greatest rapper alive.

    Though I do think that Kanye West has the most innovative and creative mainstream lyrics out there (I'm not trolling, I actually like his music).
    I agree. Tupac is a legend in rap. Favorite rapper since 1994.

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    Favorite lyrics... Hard one, I have to pick up something hipsterish and poetic just to look cool, cewl and kuwl. Although, I am pretty sure it's something by Joy Division (which isn't hipsterish, at all), Disorder is slipping through my mind. Probably due to emotional values.

    So just for contributing's sake:

    Joy Division "Disorder"

    I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
    Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
    New sensations barely interest me for another day
    I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

    It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand
    On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land
    Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now
    I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

    What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again
    I'm watching you, I'm watching her - I take no pity from your friends
    Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now?
    Until the spirit new sensation takes hold - then you know

    I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling, feeling, feeling

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    Quote Originally Posted by NPG View Post
    lmfao.

    That sentence is wrong in so many ways hahaha
    No, Tupac is living on the same island as Elvis, Michael Jackson and Jesus.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Simian View Post
    No, Tupac is living on the same island as Elvis, Michael Jackson and Jesus.
    Hate to break it to you...but I heard from somewhat reliable sources that Michael Jackson died.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Calcifer View Post
    Hate to break it to you...but I heard from somewhat reliable sources that Michael Jackson died.
    Dumbass, all of that was a set-up. Evidence is all over the place. Why was he buried 2 months after he died? The man just got in the spotlight once again, the record company is making gazillions, Michael had enough of his attention and he wanted some privacy, same chase for Elvis, Jesus and Tupac.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Simian View Post
    Dumbass, all of that was a set-up. Evidence is all over the place. Why was he buried 2 months after he died? The man just got in the spotlight once again, the record company is making gazillions, Michael had enough of his attention and he wanted some privacy, same chase for Elvis, Jesus and Tupac.
    Maybe you misread...

    Quote Originally Posted by Calcifer
    somewhat reliable sources
    "Somewhat Reliable Sources" = Obviously True
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    Talking about Tupac...favorite song here

    [Tupac Talking]

    Only God Can Judge Me
    (is that right)
    Nobody else, Nobody else
    All you other muthafuckas
    Get out of my business


    (Tupac)


    Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts
    Stabbed in tha back
    I Couldn't trust my own homies
    just a bunch a dirty rats
    Will I, succeed
    paranoid from the weed
    And hocus pocus try to focus
    But I can't see
    And in my mind
    I'm a, blind man doin' time
    Look to my future
    cause my past is all behind me
    Is it a crime
    to fight for what is mine
    Everybodies dyin'
    Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'
    I've been trapped since birth
    Cautious, cause I'm cursed
    and fantansies of my family
    in a hearse
    And they say
    It's the white man
    I should fear
    But, it's my own kind
    Doin' all the killin' here
    I can't lie
    Ain't no love, for the other side
    Jealousy inside
    Make 'em wish I died
    Oh my lord
    Tell me what I'm livin' for
    Everybodies droppin'
    got me knockin' on heaven's door
    And all my memories
    is seeing brothas bleed
    And everybody grieves
    But still nobody sees
    regulate your thoughts
    Don't get caught up in tha mix
    cause the media is full of dirty tricks
    Only God can Judge me....



    Chorus
    Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)

    (Tupac)


    I hear the doctor standing over me
    screaming I can make it
    Got a body full of bullet holes
    Laying here naked
    Still I can't breathe
    something evil's in my I-V
    Cuz everytime I breathe
    I think they're killing me
    I'm having nightmares
    Homicidal fantansies
    I wake up stranglin'
    Danglin'
    from my bed sheets
    I call the nurse
    cuz it hurts
    To reminisce
    How could it come to this ?
    I wish they dind't miss
    somebody help me
    Tell me where to go from here ?
    Cuz even thugs cry
    but do the Lord care ?
    Tryin' to remember
    But it hurts
    I'm walking through the cemetary
    talkin' to the dirt
    I'd rather die like a man
    than live like a coward
    there's a ghetto up in heaven
    and its ours
    Black Power
    Is what we scream
    As we dream
    In a paranoid state
    And our fate
    Is a lifetime of hate
    Dear mama, can you save me
    And fuck peace
    cuz the streets got our babies
    We got to eat
    No more hesitation
    each and every black males trapped
    And they wonder why we suicidal
    walkin' around strapped
    It's the police
    please try to see to this
    there's a million mutha-fuckas
    Stressing just like me
    Only God can Judge Me.....



    Chorus
    Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)

    Powers that judge can not kill me
    but only make me stronger
    I don't see why everybody gotta feel
    as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life,
    Let me live baby
    Let me live


    (Rappin 4-Tay)


    Pac I feel yah
    Keep servin' it on the real ya
    For instance, sayin'
    Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah
    Would you be wrong
    For bucking a nigga into the pavement
    He gonna get me first
    If I don't get him
    If you better start praying
    Ain't no such thing
    As, self defence
    In the court of law
    So Judges when we get to where were gonna
    we're in the cross
    that's real
    Gotti, lurk thee
    Creep tha fuck up on him
    Sold a half a million tapes
    No everybody want him
    Now talkin' behind my back
    Like, a bitch would
    Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us"
    Punk, I wish you would
    It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face
    gotta rush up in your place
    to get your safe
    Knowing you on that paper chase
    grass, glass
    Big screen and leather couch
    My new shit is so fine
    I already sold a key of ounce
    Bitch
    Remember Tupac and 4-Tay
    The same two brothas dodgin' bullets
    And represtin' the Bay
    Pac when you was locked down
    That's when I'll be around
    Start climbing up the charts
    so sick but they try to clown
    that's why they ride the band-wagon
    Still we draggin' sellin' live
    Don't think I don't see you playa haters
    I know you all wear disguises


    (Tupac)


    Guess you figure you know me
    cuz I'm a thug
    that love to hit the late night club
    drinkin' buzz
    living lavish like a playa all day
    I'm 'bout to floss 'em off
    Playa stick with 4-Tay


    Chorus
    Only God Can Judge Me

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    Speaking of 2PAc

    Best rap lyrics ever created, you know what i'm talking about

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    [Tupac]
    I ain't got no motherfucking friends
    That's why I fucked your bitch
    You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}
    West Side
    Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
    You know who the realist is
    niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
    (ha ha, that's alright)
    
    First off, fuck your bitch
    And the click you claim
    West side when we ride
    Come equipped with game
    You claim to be a player
    But I fucked your wife
    We bust on Bad Boys
    niggas fuck for Life
    Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
    Hearts I rip
    Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
    Some mark ass bitches
    We keep on coming
    While we running for your jewels
    Steady gunning
    Keep on busting at them fools
    You know the rules
    Little Ceasar go ask you homie
    How I'll leave you
    Cut your young ass up
    See you in pieces
    Now be deceased
    Little Kim,
    Don't fuck around with real G's
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
    So fuck peace
    I'll let them niggas know
    It's on for Life
    Don't let the west side
    Ride the night (ha ha)
    Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
    fuck with me
    And get your caps peeled
    You know, see
    
    [Chorus:]
    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
    Who shot me,
    But your punks didn't finish
    Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    nigga, I hit 'em up
    
    Check this out
    You motherfuckers know what time it is
    I don't know why I'm even on this track
    You all niggas ain't even on my level
    I'm going to let my little homies
    Ride on you
    bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
    {ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}
    
    Get out the way yo
    Get out the way yo
    Biggie Smalls just got dropped
    Little move pass the mac
    And let me hit 'em in his back
    Frank White needs to get spanked right
    For setting up traps
    Little accident murderers
    And I ain't never heard of you
    Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
    Spank the shank
    Your whole style when I gank
    Guard your rank
    'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
    Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
    I'm running through nigga
    And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
    In front of you nigga
    With the ready power
    Tucked in my Guess
    Under my Eddie Bauer
    Your clout petty sour
    I push packages ever hour
    I hit 'em up
    
    [Chorus]
    
    Peep how we do it
    Keep it real
    Its penitentiary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle
    All you niggas getting killed
    With your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off of me
    You and the clouds hoping
    Smoking dope
    It's like a Shermine
    niggas think they learned to fly
    But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
    Talking about you Getting Money
    But it's funny to me
    All you niggas living bummy
    While you fucking with me?
    I'm a self made Millionaire
    Thug livin', out of prison
    Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
    Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
    Now it's all about Versace
    You copied my style
    Five shots couldn't drop me
    I took it and smiled
    Now I'm back to set the record straight
    With my A-K
    I'm still the thug that you love to hate
    Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up
    
    I'm from N E W Jers.
    Where plenty of murder occurs
    No points to come
    We bring drama to all you herds
    Now go check the scenario
    Little Ceas'
    I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
    Copin' pleas with these
    Little Kim is you
    Coked up or doped up
    Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
    What the fuck?
    Is you stupid?
    I take money,
    crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
    With fifteen shot,
    Cocked glock to your knot
    Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
    And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
    And all your fake ass east coast props
    Brainstormed and locked
    
    You're a beat biter
    Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
    So fill the Alize with a chaser
    'bout to get murdered for the paper
    E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
    Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
    Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
    Thug Life, niggas better be known
    Be approaching
    In the wide open, gun smoking
    No need for hoping
    It's a battle lost
    I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
    nigga, I hit 'em up
    
    Now you tell me who won
    I see them, they run (ha ha)
    They don't wanna see us
    Whole Junior Mafia click
    Dressing up to be us
    How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
    When we always on out job
    We millionaire's
    Killing ain't fair
    But somebody got to do it
    
    Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
    You wanna fuck with us
    You Little young ass motherfuckers
    Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
    You're fucking with me, nigga?
    You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
    You better back the fuck up
    Before you get smacked the fuck up
    This is how we do it on our side
    Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
    Bring it.
    But we ain't singing,
    We bringing drama
    fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
    We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
    Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
    Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
    Well this is how we gonna' do this:
    fuck Mobb Deep,
    fuck Biggie,
    fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
    And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
    Then fuck you too.
    Chino XL, fuck you too.
    All you mother fuckers,
    fuck you too.
    (take money, take money)
    All of y'all mother fuckers,
    fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
    My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
    You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
    We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
    West Side till' we die.
    Out here in California, nigga
    We warned ya'
    We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
    We do our job.
    You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
    Ain't nothing but killers
    And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
    Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
    You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
    You know how it is and we drop records they felt
    You niggas can't feel it
    We the realist
    fuck 'em.
    We Bad Boy killers.

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