The Greatest Rapper Ever Is Not Dead, from July 20th, 2011!
Listening to music is great, but there are those instances when people mishear what the artists say. Sometimes the changes are small and insignificant, but other times they can be drastic. I can remember listening to my cousin misquote Snoop Dogg’s Gin and Juice. In his version, Snoop was sending a completely different message to the world. I don’t believe Snoop Dogg ever admitted to “rolling down the street smoking indo, sipping on titty juice!” (We still laugh about this one!)
Changing one simple word can completely alter a message. Most people who choose to enable the autocorrect on their cell phones know exactly what I mean. I would Google some funny autocorrect examples, but I think that dead horse has been beaten to a pulp.
Here are some examples of how changing one word can completely shift the message of a song. I have chosen a famous line from one of the best rappers to ever speak into a microphone, the late Notorious B.I.G.
These words are from the song, Big Poppa.
“How you livin’ Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes. Givin’ ends to my friends and it feels stupendous.”
The original lyrics are pretty self-explanatory; Biggie is asked about his lifestyle and he brags and boasts about some of his possessions and the great way he treats his friends.
“How you livin’ Biggie Smalls? In mansions and TRENCHES. Givin’ ends to my friends and it feels stupendous.”
If Biggie said this, we would have no idea what he was talking about. People would have heard these words and believed that Biggie was some wealthy patriotic World War I buff who lives like a king on most days, but every so often enjoys digging trenches and reenacting his favorite battle scenes.
“How you livin’ Biggie Smalls? In CADILLACS and Benzes. Givin’ ends to my friends and it feels stupendous.”
In this second example, one would arrive at the conclusion that Biggie was a complete idiot who chose to spend all of his money on fancy cars, only to be forced to live in the vehicles. This would have been tragic, but at least we know he was ensuring that his friends were living comfortable. Thankfully for him, he was not an imbecile.
“How you livin’ Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes. Givin’ ends to my TENS and it feels stupendous.”
If this was the change, it would have been clear that Biggie enjoyed being around beautiful women, who in his eyes were at the top of the one to ten scale, but sadly he would have freely confessed that their services were paid for. Biggie would have appeared to be a lonely man looking for love in all the wrong places.
“How you livin’ Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes. Givin’ ends to my friends and it feels PRETENTIOUS.”
This is my favorite example. We get to see a man who is not without fault, but completely honest. Biggie would have been saying that he indeed had more money than the average person, but he also would be candid enough to admit that his life wasn’t as glamorous as he was making it out to be. There was still a dark side that proved to be more fatal than anyone expected.
“How you livin’ Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes. Givin’ HEAD to my friends and it feels stupendous.”
This final example is the most extreme modification. If these were the actual lyrics, Biggie would have been the first openly gay commercial rapper. He would have preceded Lady Gaga as the GLBT community’s most beloved artist. Thankfully, we never had to witness the Notorious B.I.G. in skinny jeans!
Can you guess, which object is no longer in existence?
A) The Notorious B.I.G.
B) World Trade 1
C) World Trade 2
D) None of the above
(Please remember to use a number two pencil on the scansion sheet. Your answers can be emailed to email@example.com)
***Remember, words can be chosen freely, but do as that old dude in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade said; “choose wisely!”***
Please don’t go changing any of my words!
One negative aspect about evolving and leaving the Catholic Church for atheism is the fact that I have no place to confess. My how I enjoyed telling bold face lies to the priests whenever I felt pressure from older and more pious relatives and friends. Everyone knows that all good things must come to an end (Which is probably why the divorce rate continues to rise!) so I am no longer forced to tell fibs in front of “god” and his best followers.
My enlightenment left me with a conundrum. What the hell am I to do with my sins? I’m just kidding; there are no sins. People commit certain acts and if they feel some kind of guilt, they can find someone who will be willing to listen. I don’t have any “sins” that I feel compelled to reveal, but there are things that I don’t mind sharing. I will call them my confessions and I’ll post three at a time whenever I feel like I need to make a better connection with the wonderful readers.
I want to admit that I have the ability to see the humor in every situation. Regardless of the event, my mind will immediately discover the “funny.” This may seem like a problem, but I am adept at keeping a straight face in order to hide my inner hilarious thoughts. On the occasions where I think up something which makes it impossible to keep a straight face, I will simply hide my face in my hands. (This usually happens at funerals!)
I had to turn off the press conference with Junior Seau’s mother because I felt a little guilty that I was laughing out loud. I understand that the woman was out of her mind because she just lost her son, but the fact that she has a minimal command of the English language coupled with her irrational incoherent comments was too much material for proper decorum. (I know I am an asshole but the people at ESPN are jerks for allowing that interview to take place!)
This is one of the reasons that I enjoy each day. It’s impossible for me to share each of my random thoughts but some of the more entertaining ones figure out a way to leak into my writing.
My road rage is out of control. I honestly think the RMV should intensify the driver’s license test because there are way too many idiots out on the road. If you are in the fast lane and seven cars switch lanes in order to pass you; GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE FAST LANE!
Thankfully, I accept the fact that there are many horrible driver’s on the road so most of the times I simply laugh at how ridiculous my fellow operators can be. For those of you who are not familiar with Los Angeles, it’s important to note that most major roads are two lanes with a middle lane designated for making turns. This is the most efficient design because it keeps the traffic moving and prevents people from having to stop while they wait for the car in front of them to make a left turn.
One day, I was driving down a random street and I approached a red light. My car was in the right lane and a white Mercedes was stopped in the left lane. This was a major boulevard which means there was a lane for people who wanted to make a left turn. In this instance, that lane was empty. Once the light turned green, I pressed on the pedal and crossed the intersection. Before I could get far, I heard a barrage of angry horns. I quickly looked in the rear-view mirror in order to see what was happening. That’s when I saw the most offensive violation of the unwritten driver’s code. The woman in the Mercedes threw on her blinkers and waited patiently until it she was allowed to make a left turn.
I felt for the poor bastard who was stuck behind her but I was laughing hysterically. I would have lost my mind if she pulled that move in front of me, but the fact that it was happening to someone else was hilarious. The woman didn’t even attempt to move her car into the empty turning lane; she simply didn’t care about anyone else. (In my opinion, anyone who is behind such an ignoramus should be allowed to kill the dumbass!)
The good news for the public is the fact that I let out my rage by simply shaking my head or calling the person a douche, unless there is a passenger in the car; in those instances, I will voice my opinion of the offending licensed drivers. I don’t own a gun because I would shoot at least five motorists a day. (I’m just joking; I would shoot at least ten! ***This daily amount does not include the number of individuals who would get shot for using the word “swag!”***)
It really bothers me that I actually had to write the word at the end of confession 2. I hate that word with every fiber cell atom neutron proton electron in my body and I wish people would stop its usage. I enjoy listening to hip hop music as much as the next guy but as a culture, I hate hip hop. I hate everything it stands for. (Well maybe not that guy; he is standing in line at the grocery store, using his phone as a new age boom box, singing along to every lyric, and his tattoo is a depiction of Jesus being crucified while wearing a set of thorn-covered headphones and reads “Give Me Music Or Give Me Death! YOLO!”)
“What do you mean when you say what hip hop stand for?” You ask. I’ll answer that question with a little segment I like to call “Hip Hop Is The Reason.”
Hip hop is the reason why it is becoming widely acceptable for people to spell the word phone with an “f!”
Hip hop is the reason people think it’s an honor to be a guest on the Maury Povich Show!
Hip hop is the reason men would rather be called “baby daddy” than “father!”
Hip hop is the reason people possess all of the latest fashionable trends, without having the money to provide themselves with life’s bare essentials! (Wearing a pair of new Jordans and asking a friend to borrow a buck so you can buy a McChicken from the dollar menu is pathetic!)
Hip hop is the reason why children think it is cool to drop out of school!
Hip hop is the reason women think it’s ok to be whores, and sleep with random men as long as a nice car is involved!
I could go on forever, but I’m sure the point has been made!
FUCK YOU, HIP HOP CULTURE!
Wow! It feels great to get that off my chest!
In a previous post, titled Changing Music, I wrote, “if you know of an artist who is indeed blessed with talent, please do the world’s collective eardrums a favor and encourage the individual to put forth their best effort.” (I am going to take my own advice!)
Boston is a small city, in comparison to Los Angeles or New York, but every so often Bean Town produces a star. Recently, Roxbury and Dorchester based rapper Nilton Depina, known to the world of hip hop as 2Face Dejavu, displayed his god-given talents.
The prominent city of Boston hosted one of the regional finals for America’s Next Top Rapper. Competitors came from far and wide, in hopes to capture the crown, but only one lyricist would prevail. After many difficult challenges, 2Face Dejavu outperformed his opponents and proved that all the hard work and dedication that he devotes to his craft will take him to the top. (The city is proud of its native son!)
To read his exclusive interview on Boston.com, click the link: 2Face Dejavu
The next stop on the journey to becoming America’s Next Top Rapper is Las Vegas, where 2Face Dejavu will compete against the nation’s best talent. (The city is behind our favorite rapper, 100%!)
***Hopefully, my work schedule will allow me to make the short drive to Sin City to give my support!***
Below is an exclusive interview, conducted by @EFidalgo12.
I understand you’ve had a top notch education and plenty of support from a big and caring family, how does that reflect on you as an artist? How does that play into the message of your lyrics?
It shows up in my personality and my character. My lyrics are more intricate than your average rapper. I use some big words, complex metaphors, and my message always involves deep emotions and troubles that we all face, but I speak from a perspective of being self-aware. I value self-education more than any school degree. The motivation to want to learn more is a gift in my eyes. I’m ever curious, so you can expect to hear about all types of topics and perspectives in my content. My point is to make you wide-eyed, interested and open to a world you thought you knew.
Do you think people from your neighborhood can relate to your music? How about people across the globe?
People in my neighborhood tell me they relate to my music. I feel like I’m the type of artists that hits the heavy listeners the hardest. I have a lot of people tell me how I motivated them and how my lyrics shed light on a lot of perspectives untouched by other rappers in my city. My neighborhood is a unique one. There aren’t too many Cape Verdean communities in the US. And out of all of them, we’re probably the most crime plagued. We have a story untold, so as I tell that story, the neighborhood embraces it because they know it’s a unique story that they directly relate to. We have a powerful story.
Congratulations on winning the regionals for America’s Next Top Rapper, tell me about that experience.
Thank you, I appreciate it. The America’s Next Top Rapper competition was great man. It was definitely not a peaches and cream experience. A lot of technical screw ups at the show, but overall, I was just focused that day. Not only that day, but I was focused that entire month and went into the competition with no sleep, rest, food…. man all I had on my mind was the end result of me standing up there as the victor. So when I manifested that, it felt like Dejavu. The competition judges did what they had to to keep the competitors on our toes. It wasn’t easy but I never expected it to be. That’s why I had my headphones on all competition, just vibing to my own secret soundtrack, while a lot of the rappers spent their time freestyling and kickin’ it with each other. Having been in this game for many years, I take this seriously. I’m serious when it comes to this music. It’s more work than play for me. But I love it.
I always hear about people having haters. Do you have haters and how do they motivate you?
Everyone who is doing something — anything, doesn’t even have to be positive — has haters. The more you’re doing, the more haters you got. Hating is a form of jealousy and envy. When people see you gettin’ love, they wish it was them. It’s that simple. Hating is a flaw. It’s unnatural. If you’re focused on yourself, you have no time for hate. The hate I get only pushes me to remember that this game ain’t easy and you gotta take it. You can’t ask for it.
Who is your favorite rapper? Producer?
My favorite rapper? Besides myself, I don’t have one favorite. I love music too much to be stuck on one artist. I’ll tell you one thing though. My first favorite rapper was probably Nas, and then it was Pac. But music is my life so each of my favorite artists has a different aspect that makes him different from the otehrs. I respect all rappers with passion for the music and or the game. I don’t have a favorite producer either. Too many hott producers out there to choose one.
Rappers have a major influence on pop culture – if you could endorse any company which would it be and why?
Right now, if I could endorse any company, it would probably be Adidas, because everybody in my city (Boston) knows we throw them threes and we rock Adidas. I gotta put my city on, you know. Or maybe I would endorse Ralph Lauren/Polo, so I could just get all my Polo hoodies, shirts, and kix for free. (laugh) Oh nah, hold up
Do you still enjoy freestyling? Give me a quick line about how ill I am.
Haha. I’m more of a writer cuz I like being particular about what I say, and like I said when it comes to this music, I taker it serious. But yea, I still enjoy freestyling on occasion.
Where do you go from here?
You will be hearing a new sound from me very soon. Building my team as we speak, and putting the pieces of the remaining puzzle pieces together. But, I’m mostly focused on getting back to making great music, some of which I will be producing myself. I haven’t recorded a song ever since I dropped my mixtape “The Legacy” on June 30. Oh yea, and of course I plan on winning this competition in Vegas and bringing that victory back to my city!
***Follow this future star on Social Media Sites!***
His personal website: http://www.2facedejavu.com/
***Download the mixtape!***
(My personal favorite song is: Thug Angel!)
Be sure to give any support that you can; I predict big things for 2Face Dejavu!
The World Is Truly A Small Place
Prior to our move to Los Angeles, my cousin told us about another cousin of ours who she met through Facebook. She contacted him and informed him of our big move. This new cousin lives in the Los Angeles area and I immediately friended him on Facebook. During our second day in LA, I received a phone call from Guenny Pires who, it turns out, is an award-winning documentarian. He was happy to learn that we moved to his neck of the woods and welcomed us to the West Side. I later learned about his documentary, CONTRACT, which deals with the Cape Verdean laborers who moved to St. Tome in search of employment opportunities, and their struggles. (Do yourself a favor and get a copy of the film. Guenny won for best documentary at the Roxbury film festival!) We are scheduled to attend a showing of his latest documentary which was filmed in Brazil. I find it amazing to fly across the country and discover that we have a family member who can serve as a mentor to us. I know a lot of people believe in guardian angels and such fantasies, but I just think we are positive individuals who work hard and take chances. I guess in the end, the truth will be revealed! BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Be sure to check back tomorrow for a preview of next week’s posts!
I LOVE THE NEW YORK GIANTS FOR WHAT THEY DID!!!
LONG LIVE TIM TEBOW!!!
***I promised to write the post about a future rap star and I did. The post includes an interview so the process was a little longer than I anticipated. I will post the entry on Monday!***
When it comes to music, I prefer songs that were produced before the year 2002. I enjoy Hip Hop, but I also like to listen to music from all genres. All one has to do is read through my Spotify playlist and my diverse selection will be evident! ***I didn’t bother downloading too many rap songs because I own all of the albums that I enjoy!*** (The list can be found in my previous post: Writing Through Writer’s Block.)
The main reason I prefer older music is the fact that I feel the music industry, especially rap, is completely watered down. There are too many studios and too many record companies. An artist can put out three songs a day, which causes the material to be less than stellar. I enjoyed having to wait two years to listen to a new song by your favorite artist, but in today’s fast pace world, it is almost impossible to keep up with the latest song. People can download entire albums months before the scheduled release dates. (It is a shame that artists losing their songs to hackers!)
I also feel that there are too many untalented people in the music industry. Just because you love to rap, doesn’t mean you should be allowed to. There has to be a way for artist to go through a screening process, in order for them to produce music. It is fine for people to fool around in their homemade studios and produce their own music, but the professional musicians should be forced to walk around with some kind of license. (I think the talented musicians are being overlooked because people with more money are gaining access to the much needed resources!)
I know this is extreme, but it’s time for us to break away from the little league baseball, “everyone is a winner” mentality; some people create the worst music ever imagined and we need to help them find something else to do. Honestly, the family members and friends of these so called “artists” are to blame for the downward spiral that the music industry is on. Do us all a favor and tell your buddy that he or she lacks the necessary talents to be an artist. (Tough love is the only way we can change the music industry!)
Conversely, if you know of an artist who is indeed blessed with talent, please do the world’s collective eardrums a favor and encourage the individual to put forth their best effort. It is time for the public to demand better from the music industry.
***I have a solution to the problem!***
What I propose, is for artists to create a small sample of their work, which is to be played for free over the internet. If the musician receives five million positive responses, they are cleared to produce an album. If the album flops, the artist will be banned from creating music, until his or her dying day.
Agents, managers and producers will also be held accountable in my system. If an album flops, the entire production staff will be banned from working in the industry.
I know this method sounds harsh, but people should be forced to work hard and only send out quality material. In my system, an artist will think twice before claiming that the song is finished. Managers and producers will also be forced to only work with artists who have a natural talent and unmatched determination to succeed. Creating an album is a task which should be taken seriously, the current trend of releasing a new decent song, every single day, has to be stopped!
I am sure there are a select few artists who have the ability to create a hit song in a short period of time, but in my system, the artist will at least sit on a track for a week or so, before sharing it with the world.
The current state of the music industry is the reason we no longer have top ten video shows on television. There is 106 and Park, but they only show snippets of the songs. There is too much garbage being produced and the artists are forced to meet an unnecessary deadline which causes the material to be watered down.
I don’t know about everyone else, but I want to go back to living in a world that has top ten countdown shows which are relevant. There is no more excitement over the release of a new music video. YouTube is not the proper medium for enjoying the latest hit song. We need to get our CD stores back up and running. The internet and its ability to speed up the production process is killing the music industry!
A couple years ago, I was actually laughed at by a “hip” sales associate, because I ask where they kept the CD singles. The children of the new millennium have no idea what they are missing!
I WILL NEVER DOWNLOAD AN ALBUM!
Long live the classic albums of the past!
(I don’t care if you don’t like the album!)
This week, I will finally write about a rapper who will be a household name within a year!
I will also witness the Giants pull off a big WIN!
Enjoy your Sunday and thanks for continuing to read!
I was looking through an old folder and I came across an interesting document. It was a rap, written by me while I was at Seton Hall University. For those who don’t know, I’m a beast in ball! (Go ahead ladies, “Every guy says that!”)
Uncovering the rap, gave me the idea to change things up. I already posted an entry for ‘This Actually Happened’ earlier in the week, so the decision has been made to post my song.
While I was on Campus, I won the intramurals championship! (I’m pretty sure I mentioned this fact in a previous post, but I don’t mind writing it once more!) I had an unstoppable crossover and it was in need of a name. (By the way, I have several victims who suffered broken ankles. [Not literally broken. I am talking about making someone fall!])
I eventually decided to call my CROSSover, THE CRUCIFIXION! This is an example of how I believed in “god,” but not the bible.
Here is the unedited rap: (I wanted to add to it, but here is the original version I wrote!)
I’ma kick a flow,
Explain some shit to you.
I ain’t bullshittin’,
Yo! This shit is true.
You read the Bible,
Heard Christ died on the cross.
Kid that story was false.
No romans, no nails,
And no blood was drawn.
I’ll explain the truth,
Let’s take a trip C’mon.
Jesus died on the cross,
Yeah he too was caught.
It wasn’t Pilot,
It was Pete Teix’s fault!
It was a long time ago,
In little Bethlehem.
I was dribbling the ball,
When I stepped to him.
Some said he was the greatest,
Even better than me.
John and Mary had his back,
They all had his back,
And thought he was the best.
They also heard of me,
And how I did the rest.
Confusion set their,
Not knowing whose side to choose.
Finally went to him,
No way that he could lose.
The game was set,
Seven thirty that night.
I was to win the bet,
Cause my cross was tight.
Tighter than the tightest virgin,
On her first night.
His ankles were mine,
I’d take him left then right.
Jesus died on the cross,
Yeah he too was caught.
It wasn’t Pilot,
It was Pete Teix’s fault!
Listen to how he died,
This shit was gruesome.
It’ll happen to you,
Cause the move is ill son.
The crucifixion is its name,
I created it.
It ain’t no fucking game,
You should be afraid of it.
It was seven thrity,
I was ready to ball.
Talking to friends,
Guaranteeing he’d fall.
It was his home court,
So he took the ball first.
He drove down the lane,
Some bullshit reverse.
This move was garbage,
To me a sin.
It was no surprise,
When the crowd OO’d My pin.
I had to clear the ball,
So I took it back.
I drove and made a call,
It was a vicious hack.
The crowd wanted action,
So I checked the ball.
Winked to my peeps,
Let ‘em know it was time to fall.
I crossed left, crossed right,
Heard him beg, Oh please!
The crowd didn’t believe the sight,
He fell to his hands and knees.
In agony he screamed out,
Through his mandible.
It was at that time,
I noticed the broken ankle yo!
Blood gushed on the floor,
Bones snapped in two.
It was then that I realized,
I killed this dude.
People call me asshole,
The reason is,
I shit on ballers so much!
Jesus died on the cross,
Yeah he too was caught.
It wasn’t Pilot,
It was Pete Teix’s fault!
I didn’t post this rap in order to display my rapping ability, or lack there of. I wanted people to see that my beliefs are not new. This rap was written sometime between 1999 or 2000. I have a friend who is really religious and I e-mailed this rap to him…”You’re going to hell!”
I”VE BEEN HEARING THAT FOR A WHILE!
Keep an eye out for the release of my rap album! SUMMER 2065!!!
One of my favorite hobbies is taking a song and creating a different version. (I will create a new one and post it fairly soon.) A memorable one was the remake of Nas’ I Gave You Power, from his second album It Was Written. In the song, Nas rapped from the perspective of a gun. In high school, we were always busting each others balls, and being gay was a negative thing so I wrote a version in which my friend was Gay. It was written from the perspective of his penis, which was extremely pissed at him for turning down women.
Due to the fact that I didn’t post a new episode of ‘This Actually Happened,’ I will post one tomorrow along with the week’s preview.
Mention the phrase “Greatest Rapper Ever” and witness the intensity with which people will voice their opinions. Music touches the lives of listeners on a level that is immeasurable. Growing up in the 80’s, I can’t remember a Michael Jackson concert that didn’t involve fans fainting. I even have pictures of myself in a red, leather M.J. jacket. (No, pictures will not be posted on Facebook. At least not today!)
I am the first to jump in and voice my opinion on the matter. There have been many heated arguments over who is the best of all-time. And I mean heated, bad heat, Miami Heat! You would think the winner was debating with the hopes of taking home some unbelievable grand prize. In fact, if I didn’t know my friends well enough, I would have feared for my safety. (By the way, there is no other way to argue about who is the greatest rapper of all-time. You just can’t have a civil discussion on the matter. Also, there should always be liquor involved!!!) The reason people argue with such fervor, is based on the passion that music produces. Rap fans support their favorite artists with the same zeal as the crazed followers of European soccer clubs. (Well, except for all the violence!)
My favorite story concerning this topic happened in Miami. I was visiting my cousin Emanuel, whose favorite rapper will be purposely omitted from this post. This may come as a surprise, but we were sitting at an outdoor bar along with his friend “St. Francis of Assisi.” St. Francis, as he likes to be called, innocently asked Ema, “Who are your top five rappers of all-time?” The response was a list of five usual suspects, Keyser Soze, and the gang. (If you haven’t watched the movie, where did you grow up?)
St. Francis didn’t hesitate to jump into his top five:
“Number one is Jay-Z.”
“Number two is Biggie.”
“Then, Dylan Dylan Dylan!!! That boy spits hot fire!!!” *Dylan fake accent*
That Saint Francis is a funny guy. Great trip! Although, we did end up eating at the worst Hooters in the world. This is an argument that cannot be challenged. I am ready to state a fact: “The Hooters in Coconut Grove, FL is the worst in the world; it is the quintessence of suck!” In the Greek sense, here is my Apology. (I would explain for those who don’t understand, but I’d much rather you take the initiative and educate yourselves!)
1) There were males on the wait staff. I could understand if these men were surgically enhanced transsexuals, hired to confuse young college students, but they were guys. And they had orange Hooters t-shirts on. What the Fuck!!! [Let me take this time to state another fact: I am not into transsexuals. I said “I could understand;” they have Hooters! It makes sense.] (A guy working as a waiter at Hooters is the very antithesis of what the food chain is all about.) We walked in. “What’s going on fellas!” Nothings fucking going on! This is fucking Hooters and you’re a fucking guy!! What the fuck do you think is fucking going on!!!
2) Our waitress, a beautiful and top-heavy young damsel, seemed perfect for the position when we noticed her approaching from the other side of the restaurant…UNTIL! We saw her stomach; SHE WAS PREGNANT! What the fuck kind of Twilight Zone Hooter’s is this fucking place?
3) The second waitress, who brought over our drinks, was, how do I put this delicately? Of course! She was a few cups short of a beer pong game. And to top it off, she was old. “Is this a fucking TV show? Are we being Punk’d?
We were actually the first group of guys who went to Hooters for the wings!!!
[Please forgive the tangent!]
Obviously, the title of this post gives away the fact that I don’t believe Biggie, Pimp C, or Tupac can lay claim to the desired title. No, the title holder is not dead. (To be absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent clear, I mention Pimp C in jest!)
The arguments end today!!!
Who is the greatest rapper of all-time? 50 Cent? Bun B? Rick Ross? Jay-Z? Snoop? Lil’ Wayne? Kool G Rap? Big Daddy Kane? Scarface? Eightball? Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em? (C’mon son!!! We can all agree it’s not Soulja Boy. Although he does make hits; you can’t argue that fact.)
What every rap “connoisseur” is in fact wasting his or her time arguing, is not “who is the greatest rapper of all-time,” but “who is my favorite rapper of all time.”
There can be no greatest rapper of all-time. There is no criteria! What would you base the argument on?
Most records sold? NO!
Most metaphors per sixteen bars? No!
Most consecutive Rhymes? No!
Best free-stylist? NO!
Best battle rapper? No! (I could go on but that would just be ridiculous!)
You will be hard pressed to convince a young man from Oakland that E-40, or Too Short is not the greatest Rapper of all-time. Try persuading a fan from Long Beach that Snoop is not the best ever. You would be the greatest debater of all-time, if you could convince me that a member of the original Cash Money Records isn’t the greatest. (Any time I mention Cash Money, I am strictly speaking of the classic albums, not the Drakes and Nicky Minajs of the label. I’m not saying those artists aren’t talented; I just like what I like!)
No, LL Cool J, self proclaiming yourself the best ever by titling your album G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) doesn’t make it true. By the way, I believe Canibus out-battled you. His ‘2nd Round Knockout’ was better than your ‘Can-I-Bus.’ Any true rap fan understood that your label helped to promote your “victory” through bias articles in the major industry magazines. LL Cool J, the greatest of all time? C’mon! I mean some of the hits are good; I always enjoyed ‘Going Back To Cali,’ but Canibus was correct “ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heals!” I’d much rather have unprotected sex with a lesion-covered prostitute, in a dirty motel, in a third world country, and ejaculate inside of her, then listen to Mr. Cool J’s songs all day. (I apologize for the graphic description, but I really want to make my preference clear.) In the words of, arguably, the greatest freestyle rapper of all-time, “Causing problems bringing drama regardless, I get my point across like a trapeze artist without falling” – Canibus.
Quarrelling vociferously over opinion can be fine, but people must be careful to understand what they are disputing. Stop attempting to figure out who is the best rapper of all-time and enjoy the music; that’s why the artists create hits. Isn’t it ironic that most of the arguments end the way they all should have started in the first place, “Well, to me ‘Johnnie Rapper’ is the best!”
For Pete’s sake, (FYI: I’m the Pete in that phrase!!!) the greatest rapper may as well be “god.” Not because he has the sickest verses in the bible, (which he does!) but simply for the fact that he too doesn’t exist!!!
That being said, Lil’ Wayne is the GREATEST OF ALL-TIME!!! Not only has he been making hits since 1995 on B.G.’s album ‘True Story,’ but he continues to dominate and produce classics!!!
I challenge anyone to find better lyrics then his verse on Tha Carter’s BM J.R.:
*****This has nothing to do with the topic, at all, but Real Time with Bill Maher is currently on television so I’ll share. When discussing Harry Potter’s last installment, he said, “I don’t believe this is the last book; we all know what’s coming next…’Harry Potter and the crippling student loan!’*****
You probably won’t do the song justice so play the actual track while reading!
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don’t murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got’ em’ playing dodge ball with bullets
I got the sawed off fully, in the sean john hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em’ up when they ain’t looking and them body shots hurt
But the head shots took him
And if the red dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lil-weezy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You’re bitch could get it for acting like a man
and niggaz in Pakistan ain’t packin’ like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam
I’m on hot, I adjust in different climates, ducking the animal keep on running wit
You ain’t did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don’t even come up to a nigga chest, paws up,
Pa, what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
Real shit I’m ducking bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I’m a drug lord
Father forgive em’ for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I’m just trying to dodge the shots they send to the guard
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain’t looking for “I”
The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain’t looking, you just looking high
and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don’t make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other
I’m something other than people you feel,
I’m deeper for real
I’m deeper than skills, my speakers can kill
Rest in peace
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Food for thought, think I ain’t lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
I’m near heating and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I’m in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he’ll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat’cha face
And though he got me, you can ask, I’m like a pool table
I keep the eight
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em’
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I’m underground call me groundhog
Lay down laws call me ground law
Don’t confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my pa
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain’t tripping nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Whack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil nigga still rides on them big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like bananas
Say I’m slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn’t stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I’m the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan