best lyricist in the bay......
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I agree. It's a really difficult question right now.
If I had to throw a name out there, underground wise, I would say Tony Vic by a long shot. He's the only consistent quality artist I've heard out there in the bay for a minute. He's got the content, the beats, the flow, the creativity that's lacking.
For all who ain't up on him, check him out.
http://www.myspace.com/tonyvic
If I had to throw a name out there, underground wise, I would say Tony Vic by a long shot. He's the only consistent quality artist I've heard out there in the bay for a minute. He's got the content, the beats, the flow, the creativity that's lacking.
For all who ain't up on him, check him out.
http://www.myspace.com/tonyvic
I have to agree his lyrics inspire me, and the depth of his single "fassst" shows he's up there wit nas and pun
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I like locksmith, he got punchlines, he witty and got word play.
There are a lot different views of a lyricist, I think a universally accepted decription would be that the emcee can use multi- word rhymes, with punchlines and similes, and consistant wordplay - along with a broader subject matter
I think E-40 is boardline lyricist
Yuk, Jacks, turf talk is just a good rapper
Ya boy, and fab knows how to be a one, but is normally justa good rapper
Quinn, locksmith, del, gift a gab, balance is a lyricist
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I like locksmith, he got punchlines, he witty and got word play.
There are a lot different views of a lyricist, I think a universally accepted decription would be that the emcee can use multi- word rhymes, with punchlines and similes, and consistant wordplay - along with a broader subject matter
I think E-40 is boardline lyricist
Yuk, Jacks, turf talk is just a good rapper
Ya boy, and fab knows how to be a one, but is normally justa good rapper
Quinn, locksmith, del, gift a gab, balance is a lyricist
ignoring all other factors except lyrical content, pac is one of the best ever, right now tho...ya boy, jacka is capable of being one but not all his songs are given full effort, theres a couple people i can think of that if you just picked up a sheet of paper of their verse (and the handwriting wasn't illegible) and read that shit most people in this thread would have to realize that most of these so called "best lyricists" in reality are lyrically average at best, just good overall artists
2Pac]
I see mothers in black crying,
brothas in packs dying,
plus everybody's high,
too dopes up to ask why...
watching our own down-fall, witness the end,
it's like we don't believe in God cause we livin' in sin...
I ask my homie on the block why he strapped,
he laughed, pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast...
it's just another murder, nobody mourns no more,
my tear drops gettin' bigger, but can't figure what I'm cryin' for...
is it the minute you casket little babies,
victims of the strays, from drug dealers going crazy...
maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was,
crack came, and it was strange how it rocked us...
perhaps the underlying facts they hide,
explain geniside, it's when we ride on our own kind...
what is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror,
we can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer...
My seductive introduction
Be specific
Still elusive
But exclusive what I give you when I kick it
And I'm still lifted
Niggaz can't get with Mr.Wicked
Picture me flipping
My adversaries getting the dick swiftly
Niggaz is swinging wild but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch with your whole click
And still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I'm up before the sun come up
I'm tired
Just a ghetto star
A droptop double R is what I'm riding
Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring your artillery
When you come for me cuz we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast
Cuz Syke was busting
Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so...
So now I got the law on me
My phones tapped
So I had to send word through my little homies
Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger
Shit this is what you get
For fucking with the wrong nigga
[2Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth I was cursed,
so I knew the birth of a child would make my life worse...
and though it hurt me, there was no remorse,
cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions watch your soul...
cause you know what you had to do,
so they victims of a world they never came to...
I understand there is a better day coming,
sometimes catch me sleeping on the dead end driving with
the car running blinded...
ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn,
love letters to the innocent and unborn...
all the babies that died up on the table
wasn't able to breathe cause the family wasn't able...
can't blame em I would do the same,
all I could give it was my debt and my last name...
cause in the game things change living up and down,
this hard life got me walking with my head down...
flashing frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong,
but i'll never get to know so I carry on...
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born,
my words to my firstborn... feel me...
If you don't think Pac was an ill lyricist you must be smoking crack.
I see mothers in black crying,
brothas in packs dying,
plus everybody's high,
too dopes up to ask why...
watching our own down-fall, witness the end,
it's like we don't believe in God cause we livin' in sin...
I ask my homie on the block why he strapped,
he laughed, pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast...
it's just another murder, nobody mourns no more,
my tear drops gettin' bigger, but can't figure what I'm cryin' for...
is it the minute you casket little babies,
victims of the strays, from drug dealers going crazy...
maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was,
crack came, and it was strange how it rocked us...
perhaps the underlying facts they hide,
explain geniside, it's when we ride on our own kind...
what is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror,
we can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer...
My seductive introduction
Be specific
Still elusive
But exclusive what I give you when I kick it
And I'm still lifted
Niggaz can't get with Mr.Wicked
Picture me flipping
My adversaries getting the dick swiftly
Niggaz is swinging wild but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch with your whole click
And still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I'm up before the sun come up
I'm tired
Just a ghetto star
A droptop double R is what I'm riding
Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring your artillery
When you come for me cuz we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast
Cuz Syke was busting
Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so...
So now I got the law on me
My phones tapped
So I had to send word through my little homies
Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger
Shit this is what you get
For fucking with the wrong nigga
[2Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth I was cursed,
so I knew the birth of a child would make my life worse...
and though it hurt me, there was no remorse,
cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions watch your soul...
cause you know what you had to do,
so they victims of a world they never came to...
I understand there is a better day coming,
sometimes catch me sleeping on the dead end driving with
the car running blinded...
ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn,
love letters to the innocent and unborn...
all the babies that died up on the table
wasn't able to breathe cause the family wasn't able...
can't blame em I would do the same,
all I could give it was my debt and my last name...
cause in the game things change living up and down,
this hard life got me walking with my head down...
flashing frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong,
but i'll never get to know so I carry on...
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born,
my words to my firstborn... feel me...
If you don't think Pac was an ill lyricist you must be smoking crack.
