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| Who was the illest MC in his prime? |
| Rakim |
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12% |
[ 2 ] |
| Biggie |
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6% |
[ 1 ] |
| Pac |
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12% |
[ 2 ] |
| Eminem |
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12% |
[ 2 ] |
| Your favorite Wu MC |
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6% |
[ 1 ] |
| Jay-Z |
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0% |
[ 0 ] |
| Nas |
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12% |
[ 2 ] |
| Kool Keith |
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0% |
[ 0 ] |
| NWA or other affiliated West Coast MC |
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6% |
[ 1 ] |
| Chuck D |
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31% |
[ 5 ] |
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Don Gately
Joined: 20 Mar 2006
Location: In a basement taking a severe beating
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| ForceOne wrote: |
But as far as voice, word-play, flow (and not to mention being blessed by working with tight producers ie Timbaland, Neptunes, Just Blaze, Kanye), I gotta vote for Jay-z, Jiggaman, Hov...maybe more of a RAPPER, but he's got the title in my mind...Over 10 albums/collabos, just waiting now for the collabo with Nas...Don't sleep!
"I'm the all-time heavyweight champion of flow-ers...I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now...Best Flow, Most Consistent, Realest Stories, Most Charisma, I set the most trends, and my interviews are hotter, Holla!" |
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it |
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Dev
Joined: 18 Apr 2006
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| Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 4:56 pm Post subject: |
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| Don Gately wrote: |
| ForceOne wrote: |
But as far as voice, word-play, flow (and not to mention being blessed by working with tight producers ie Timbaland, Neptunes, Just Blaze, Kanye), I gotta vote for Jay-z, Jiggaman, Hov...maybe more of a RAPPER, but he's got the title in my mind...Over 10 albums/collabos, just waiting now for the collabo with Nas...Don't sleep!
"I'm the all-time heavyweight champion of flow-ers...I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now...Best Flow, Most Consistent, Realest Stories, Most Charisma, I set the most trends, and my interviews are hotter, Holla!" |
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it |
Jay Z doesn't have a particularly listenable voice. He's as annoying as fuk to listen to. His saving grace is his technical skills. He does have an excellent flow. But most of his songs are just cheap forgetable pop songs. I mean, he's not singing about real things. A Jay Z album will interest you until he releases his next album and no further. I've had a couple and after 6 - 9 months, I don't want to listen to them again. But after all these years, I still keep reaching for my Biggie, Public Enemy, and RUN DMC cds. Now that's music that stays with you forever. |
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Captain Corea
Joined: 28 Feb 2005
Location: Seoul
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| Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 5:40 pm Post subject: |
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No one has mentioned the smooth operator?
Big Daddy Kane
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ForceOne
Joined: 25 Aug 2005
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On a side note, I'm surprised Outkast didn't get mentioned in the 10 choices...Years ahead of their time, always consistent, totally unique...
And as overrated as "Ready to Die" may be, 74 is still way too low... |
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Porter_Goss
Joined: 26 Mar 2006
Location: The Wrong Side of Right
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| Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 5:48 am Post subject: |
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| Satori wrote: |
| None of the above. I place Common and Guru above all of those mentioned... |
Agreed. Del should also be there. |
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Porter_Goss
Joined: 26 Mar 2006
Location: The Wrong Side of Right
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| Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:03 am Post subject: |
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| Tiberious aka Sparkles wrote: |
Maybe I've become a curmudgeon in my old age, but GofG, Lateef and LB (and others such as Del and Aceyalone) these days are to me the equivalent of those hip-hoop dudes you sometimes see on TV or at your local b-ball court (this actually deserves its own post): all style and little substance. |
You're kidding right?
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Chorus: Things You Can Do
Some Can't Be Done (7X)
Things you can do...
(DEL): "3030 way past the millennium, check it out"
(Verse 1)
Yo, Deltron thunderforce,
Ain't no other source of sunlight, two ton mic
Leave you toungue-tied
Runnin' 'em up with technology with no apology
Shoutin' out to my colony with 3rd EYE Physiology
Millennium past apocalypse is all I spit
Make you swallow it,
Your weak style, I'll abolish it
With nuclear rockets they glued to your optics with sci-fi
Unsettlin' man & mettle blends
Underground chillin' with the mole man
And his whole fam
Inhibit bacterial growth, material growth
Impenetrable, incontestable
Indigestible intelligence
NEVER let a computer tell me SHIT
It's rapid innovation, penetrating
Artificial life forms, who bite songs
I'm a ??
Then I flip the bio-techs
Right into the wireless
Your 3rd EYE is hit with psoriasis
The mightiest Deltron Zero trovers and pursed the travesties
Attempts your ear holes
The area of distribution lifts the clueless
My flow is like, liquid oxygen
Rip it off and with specific impulse
increase the thrust
Grease the cuts
Unleash a cluster of thoughts I muster
I talk to toucher
And rush a commercial communications
Convert solar-energy, inter imagery
In the minds eye, blind side the contagious
Where radioactive isotopes to the ??
Atomic mass they small as fragments
I magnetize the avant lies
My radiation shields reflects, projects the septagons
Who take the truth and stretch it long?
While I bless a song
Next level incredible metal melding
Flex ability and my engine is never failing"
(chorus)
(verse 2)
All your rhyme histories combined
Couldn't violate the prime optimus operative
Use my hydrometer to see how warm you are
Watch me form a star
Hydrogen turned to helium when I shine
Riding 'em revealing 'em leading 'em to the vaccume
Interact with tunes in my digital sinital critical pivital with the mental
shit on you
Spit infinity hitting energies to dope for our planet
Star spanning slamming hymmes with, mechanical limbs
Scanning your limbs with cosmic rays
You'll all get played, your brain's inferior
I hit the lateral and posterior
My science is eerier
Ionic bonding for your moronic pondering, meet the R marines
My micro machines
Might, throw your team into paralysis
They not talented,
Just a malady
Worry 'bout a salary, creative casualty
Couldn't defrag my power density intensity
Nonequivalence, 900 neutrons
Crush you like croutons
You plus ??
Hiero's like??
Inside a silo
Turbulence tinfole, never simple
Defies excepted methods development most unique
Paralyse central nerous when you close to me
Interstellar void fills with color, appears to bubble
And split into four like amoeba
And have it in planets with ??
Coast like silver surfer
Feel the purplus
High velosity verbal atrocities
Fire resistance, better hire assistance
My pistons glisten ultra high performance
Inside your private porters
Where I fry your components
(chorus)
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Tiberious aka Sparkles
Joined: 23 Jan 2003
Location: I'm one cool cat!
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| Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:23 am Post subject: |
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Hey, I'm a big fan of Del. In fact, for a time I considered No Need For Alarm to be THE defining west coast record. But while the song you quoted is great and everything, it's nothing Kool Keith didn't do years before, and better I might add. And it doesn't disprove that he's more in love with the way words fit together than being coherent.
Again, I like ish like that; but 9 times out of 10 I'll take I'll start to think/and then I sink/ into the paper/like I was ink over rapping out the manual for a nuclear reactor.
But I still refuse to vote, because KRS was left off. This is just like when the US refused to participate in the 1980 Olympics, and the Russians doing the same in '84.
Sparkles*_* |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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| Tiberious aka Sparkles wrote: |
| flotsam wrote: |
Without Gift of Gab, Chief Xcel, Lateef and Lyrics Born this poll is a farce.
Quannum Projects Baby! |
Maybe I've become a curmudgeon in my old age, but GofG, Lateef and LB (and others such as Del and Aceyalone) these days are to me the equivalent of those hip-hoop dudes you sometimes see on TV or at your local b-ball court (this actually deserves its own post): all style and little substance. Sure, they can craft an actual song from time to time, but they mostly prefer to bounce around words that fit neatly together but don't say much besides "I'm so fresh, you're so wack."
Then again, I'm still a fan of MF DOOM, Aesop Rock and others who are the hip-hop equivalent of a Jackson Pollack painting.
Sparkles*_* |
OK. When I saw this and that you have a "Top 100 Rap Albums of All Time" link, I felt like I just got dragged to the deep end of the pool. But have you heard what those fellas have done with DJ Shadow? I haven't looked at your list yet, but I am guessing you must have.
Oh, and I dare you to naysay DJ Shadow. Go ahead.
________________________
Step right over that line. I dare ya.
What about Saul Williams? Talk about a higher level of lyricism.
A collective work:
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Release
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)
[Gift of Gab]
Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the *beep* with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
[Saul Williams]
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
like dead rats held by their tails
so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
(Release)x3
[Lyrics Born]
The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
the residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to
[Gift of Gab]
Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation
Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith |
Of course Saul makes everyone else look damn silly, and he even got Zack to hoarse out the "releases" at the beginning. Great track. |
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Tiberious aka Sparkles
Joined: 23 Jan 2003
Location: I'm one cool cat!
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| Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 7:02 am Post subject: |
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| Oh, and I dare you to naysay DJ Shadow. Go ahead. |
I love Shadow, but I will say this: much like rjD2, his instrumental work is far and away better than the songs he produces for MCs.
Sparkles*_* |
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flotsam
Joined: 28 Mar 2006
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| Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 7:13 am Post subject: |
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| Tiberious aka Sparkles wrote: |
| flotsam wrote: |
| Oh, and I dare you to naysay DJ Shadow. Go ahead. |
I love Shadow, but I will say this: much like rjD2, his instrumental work is far and away better than the songs he produces for MCs.
Sparkles*_* |
Selbstverstandlich. |
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Porter_Goss
Joined: 26 Mar 2006
Location: The Wrong Side of Right
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| Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 9:14 pm Post subject: |
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| Tiberious aka Sparkles wrote: |
| flotsam wrote: |
| Oh, and I dare you to naysay DJ Shadow. Go ahead. |
I love Shadow, but I will say this: much like rjD2, his instrumental work is far and away better than the songs he produces for MCs.
Sparkles*_* |
Agreed. |
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re:cursive
Joined: 04 Jan 2006
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| Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 9:47 pm Post subject: |
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I'm no expert when it comes to rappers but some personal favourites are:
Priest, Beans and M. Sayyid from 'Antipop Consortium' (Ark 75 / Warp)..."Tragic Epilogue" is a classic record for me.
Vordul Megilah and Vast Aire from 'Cannibal Ox' (Def Jux)...I'm a bit of a late comer when it comes to these guys but I've really been getting into "The Cold Vein" album lately.
Mr Lif (Def Jux)..."Home of the Brave" really struck a chord with me when I first heard it. I've liked the guy's music ever since.
Atmosphere (Fat Beats) The "God Loves Ugly" album in particular.
Although I haven't heard too much of their music....guys like Supernatural have always impressed me. Freestyling is a skill I admire.
Definately agree with the comments about Roots Manuva and Dizzee Rascal as well...Quality stuff. |
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