ITT: Em Stans will quote hot Em lines from him post-2003

[Fart]

Originally Posted by Death

i dont argue opinions. but fact is dude fell off completely and is corny

Retard lvl confirmed

Originally Posted by Death

most fans come off as dickriders

And u come off as a supreme hater

[Zen]

I never hear anyone arguing that Relapse is dope tbh. Recovery was dope imo.

[Destroyer]

this is the biggest troll bait thread ever
don't fall prey to the bait gentlemen

[DLB]

im a fan of art, not individual artists, cause u niggas come off dickriding tbh
@Sharp Nine can vouch, we had convos about music. i am a fan of music, i listen to pop, rock, hip hop, jazz, etc

every artist has a decline stage tbh fans of artists dont notice this shit or say some gay shit like "ill still support this artist" and buy an album. if u really supported your fav artist, you wouldnt buy his/her worst albums. artists think you like their shit then, top reason em put out relapse then recovery when he knew it was wack. top reason blueprint 3 and magna carta were put out

[Wise Wiggles]

^ prove every artist has a decline stage. I want proof of that claim.

Meanwhile...

[Darth Yoda]

sure people could word shit better, but let's hear it on a track.

And just because he doesn't have a shitload of punchlines or w.e you deem dope doesn't mean it isn't dope... "OH WHERE ARE THE LINES I THOUGHT I WISH I WROTE!"

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane
Cynics keep on thinking it's a fucking gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus, up Uranus
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
"He may seem as though he's plain normal" if you ever meet him
Greet him with a shake, see he ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for being crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "Peace and thanks"
You catch him flipping you off, with his pants down
Hands around his scrotum, tucking his fucking penis between his legs
It's all psychologic, why am I so maniacal?
Am I a psycho or some kind of psychotic shtick?
Or am I truly psychotic? Or my molecules just diabolical?
Cause biologically, I defy logic

very little punchlines or w.e the bananas you think is cool.

That's a dope verse. Don't care if he didn't add corny punchlines to it. PRobably better that way.

[oats]

his verse on Forever was dope, his verse on Drop the World is dope, he's dope on a handful of Encore tracks (Toy Soldiers, Mosh, Mockingbird), dope on the whole Bad Meets Evil LP (Lighters was kinda gay but w/e), Relapse is more dope than not dope, handful of tracks on Recovery, etc.


I anticipate "still waiting, post lyrics" but it's clear you've come into this thread with your mind made up. That's cool, just know that there are plenty of great Em verses post 03. I do agree that he is steadily becoming less interesting to listen to since then, though.

[DLB]

none of those songs had dope em verses

em only boosted up his flow for those tbh

[oats]

this whole verse is masterful. get real

There used to be a time when, you could just say a rhyme and
Wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying
But now it's elevated, cause once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rapping
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't going to go after him
Until Ja started yapping in magazines how he stabbed him
Fuck it, 50 smash him, mash him and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction
Some receptionist at the Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up, cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothing?
Well fuck it, that mothafucka could get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc
And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in the chorus
To show 'em we love 'em back and let them know how important it is
To have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryna have none of people hurt or murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Than to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all 'fore I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm copping
I'm just willing to be the bigger man if y'all can quit popping
Off at your jaws well then I can, cause frankly I'm sick of talking
I'm not going to let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience

[Frank Metts]

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I'll disappear, you'll wonder how
Lookin' for me, I'm underground


Dre, I'm down here under the ground
Dig me up, broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up
60 sluts, all of them dyin' from asphyxia
After they sip piss through Christopher Reeves sippy cup

Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxy pads
Enough oxy cotton to send a fuckin' ox to rehab
Whack job in a bag and a black stalkin' cap
Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxin' match

He can't say that, yes he can
I just did, faggot, now guess again
You better text message to your next of kin
Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy especially when I flex again
Throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement

So faggidy, faggidy, faggidy, raggidy Ann and Andy
No, raggidy, Andy and Andy, no, it can't be, it can't be
Yes, it can be, the fuckin' Antichrist is back
Danny and Satan in black satin panties

This is Amityville, calamity
Goddamn it, insanity pills, fanny pack filled with zanies
Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, lookie

Razor blades with me to make you bleed
Cases of Maybelline make up layin' on the table with weed
Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me
Until he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're takin' a pee

Six semen samples, 17 strands of hair
Found at the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds

And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back
'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch

Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicadin like I'm a Viking
Oh, lighten the strikin', might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th

That means is just a regular day
And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly
Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and beggin' to stay

So tell the critics I'm back and I'm comin' to spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions and split a bag of Funyuns
Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shootin' animal
Light up a cannon and have him catapult addin' a dog

Captain of the cult with an elite following
To turn Halloween back to a trick or treat holiday
Have Micheal Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his powers
Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers

Hit Jason Voorhees with a 40
Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story
Gave Hannibal Lecter a fuckin' nectarine
And sat him in a fuckin' fruit and vegetable section
And gave him a lecture

Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' wiffle bat, Drew
Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too
And came out with a little scratch, ooh
Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple fat goose

Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity?
And havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee
Straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it

Cut your fuckin' head off and ask you where you headed off to
Get it, headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful
This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushin' my hard taco

[Frank Metts]

I done figured this rap shit out
I map shit out strategically
Timing is everything and that seems to be the key
To my success, it's worked for me repeatedly
Let 'em diss you first, and respond immediately
And order the mask til they want a war, don't start a war
Shit not no more, we done scared em off, there are no more
Victims to stick I'm fixin to pick some and start shit
I'm outta [repeat]
Pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at
Ain't got no more targets, shit Irv and Jeff
We done beat em to death, Benzino went deaf
There seems to just be no one left to bully
Bush is pussy
Why the fuck you think his name's Bush?
Puss is bushy
Ain't shit goin on, shit I been gettin so bored lately
I'm thinkin of doin some shit to get you to go and hate me again
To tell the truth, I liked the shit better then
Shit I could spit better, I'm bout to kick this sick shit again, look
The game just isn't the same, it's changin
Shit Dre's quittin, Jay'z quittin, now it's just gangstas just sayin the same shit
It's ancient, it's fakin
It's makin me so bored, I'mma just make a new language
Fubba you cubba kubba, yubba obubba uba
Yubba can subbabick my dubbibbabick through a tooba
Summaladoomalama
I'm not a human I'm a supersonic neurobonic suicidal unibomber
You think I'm a nuisce, I'm impressive I'm the new Madonna
Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on
A lotta talk and rumors honest whos the hottest, to be honest
Hip hop ain't been the same since Tupac moved to Cuba on us

[DLB]

ALL of that shit is corny trash besides a few decent bars tbh

[Frank Metts]

Look at how masterful his rhyme schemes are though esp on underground shit is fucking ill

[DLB]

his rhyme schemes have always been superb

his rhymes have not tbh, im still waiting on a dope bar tbh

[Wise Wiggles]

^ as was I when I read your battle with gamble

[DLB]

im looking for relevance of that post to the topic

[Frank Metts]

Better hold on a little tighter here I go
Flows tighter, hot headed as Ghostrider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
So you better get lower than Flo-rida
Inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoes
Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't golf this is a blistering assault
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissing me is just like pissing off the Wizard of Oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws and cut out your livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with Jaws

^ Mozart composed his first piece at age 4. Age argument is invalid. Fall back into retirement fox.

[Witty]

Originally Posted by Masaii

^ Mozart composed his first piece at age 4. Age argument is invalid. Fall back into retirement fox.

Ok and when Death composes his first piece you might have an argument, as of now you do not...don't try me Skippy.

[kys0]

obviously @Death is a fucking retard


how u gon ask for dope em bars and say their all wack u dumb fagg0t



btw wats ur idea of a dope bar? lmaooo0 scratch that ur wack as fuck




stop making shitty threads u little fag0t