LMAO THIS THREAD COULD BE A COMPLETE FLOP BUT ITS MY FIRST GAME BACK FOR A WHILE, BEAR WITH ME BROS! POST ACTUAL VERSES FROM SONGS AND WE JUDGE THEM BY TEXTCEE STANDARDS ON WHETHER THEY'RE ACTUALLY HOF WORTHY

[sral]

lmao okay so first up i've selected the legendary socrates' philosophies hypotheses verse from TRIUMPH


[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[the Munster]

Man you are such a fucking faggot like omg. How about we don't do this?

[sral]

lmao lars: fat, proud neck beard and horror geek, married, non-skinny jean wearing asshole, wife three months pregnant

eddie: skinny, cardigan wearers anonymous member, fulltime fashionista, clean shaven and fan of teaming his cutoffs with denim jackets, pretends to be a black retarded female online

yet im the surefire faggot ITT?

makes complete sense

you got me bruh

[sral]

lmao im willing to bet i could legit fuck you in asshole on video for the board and still be less of a faggot than your effeminate ass tbreal

[Inno]

Lmao. To many inners.


That verse could never win the nbl

[Destroyer]

Needs more capitalization

[Cashius]

So salty.

[Certain]

Aside from the use of "lyrically," I think that verse holds up well in text.


Got stopped at the mall the other day.
Heard a call from the other way
that I just came from, some nigga was sayin' somethin,
talkin' bout, "Hey man, you remember me from school? Smoke —" some'n'
"Naw, not really." But he kept smilin' like a clown,
facial expression looking silly.
And he kept asking me, "What kind of car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup bill folds from all them songs that y'all done made."
And I replied that I had been goin' through the same things that he had
True, I've got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week. I live by the beat like you live check to check,
so if you don't move your foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck.
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain't gon' stop so we just gon' continue.

[sral]

I’m a menace villain, my pen is sick and spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
A niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m filling
the clip with a written, can you picture my pistol drilling
A million women and children when I’m illing but it isn’t real, it’s a rap
On the real, it’s a wrap..
how could you possibly stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombing the populous?
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his
moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking his
slaughterish documentation of lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit to ya opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics
Now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi and Pac of this
hip hop genre, bitch!

[sral]

I'll puke, eat it, and freak you
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes

[Ghost1]

Lmfao des cash

[Finnydot]

This conversation is stupid.

There are certain lines that don't make any sense if you take them out of context and try and read them.

Eminem's verses off Sing for the Moment are the best example I can think of:

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

[Chorus]
(C'mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
'Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...



Phonetically, half that shit don't even rhyme.

But he MAKES it rhyme by pronunciation.

This is why text/rap are always gonna be 2 different worlds.

This is why idgaf about lyrics that much and always just wanna make sure that shit SOUNDS cool.

I got better flow and cadence than most the people here. Few people on the internet I've ever met (boof, grimm, anon and grymee) were all dope at lyrics and recording.

But stupid conversation.

[Finnydot]

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

That's some of the most slant-rhyme shit I've ever heard reading that shit back. Religiously and police finger print me. LOL

But the way he says that shit is fucking awesome.

[Diode]

thread ruined as usual

[Diode]

royce and buddens and other type rappers would body this btw

[Ghost1]

Originally Posted by Certain

Aside from the use of "lyrically," I think that verse holds up well in text.


Got stopped at the mall the other day.
Heard a call from the other way
that I just came from, some nigga was sayin' somethin,
talkin' bout, "Hey man, you remember me from school? Smoke —" some'n'
"Naw, not really." But he kept smilin' like a clown,
facial expression looking silly.
And he kept asking me, "What kind of car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup bill folds from all them songs that y'all done made."
And I replied that I had been goin' through the same things that he had
True, I've got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week. I live by the beat like you live check to check,
so if you don't move your foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck.
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain't gon' stop so we just gon' continue.

What's this?

[Diode]

Originally Posted by Bags

What's this?

elevators

[Ghost1]

Got it.......I need to give outkast in general a bit more respeck

[Certain]

This verse always felt like the goal of every emo text rap post ever:

I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net
Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect, but I work a sweat for this worthless check
I'm about to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage, especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
It's got my ass hyper
I pray that God answers; maybe I'll ask nicer
Watchin' ballers while they're flossin' in their Pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph-signers
We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fries and average half-pinters
But player-haters turning bitch like they have vaginas
‘Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money'll brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless

[Ghost1]

Eminem was the prototype for text tho

All his shit HOF