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02-21-2006, 11:21 PM
Question of the day--
Who is the better rapper or rap group of all time?
For me:
1. Snoop Dog
2. Doctor Dre
3. Tupac Shakur
4. Run DMC
5. Slick Rick
Who is your favorite?
Who is the better rapper or rap group of all time?
For me:
1. Snoop Dog
2. Doctor Dre
3. Tupac Shakur
4. Run DMC
5. Slick Rick
Who is your favorite?
02-21-2006, 11:42 PM
I hate rap, but nothing beats
Tupac
Tupac
02-22-2006, 12:01 AM
I'll have to go with Tupac on this one..but I also like listenin to some Eminem because he doesn't care what anyone thinks of what he says..
02-22-2006, 01:00 AM
I've always said Tupac, and people on BGP basically nailed me to a tree for it. Tupac is the best of his time and for his style (gangster rap and just a whole different style). He flows the best and made the best songs in my opinion, but there's other styles of rap, so it can be argued that others are the best. But, in terms of just flowing, bringing it, lyrics, and style, Tupac's the best of all time in any style
02-22-2006, 01:10 AM
KentuckyHillBilly5321 Wrote:Question of the day--
Who is the better rapper or rap group of all time?
For me:
1. Snoop Dog
2. Doctor Dre
3. Tupac Shakur
4. Run DMC
5. Slick Rick
Who is your favorite?
Back in the day, Snoop was one of the best ever, but not the best, and he's shot himself in the foot by producing stupid songs that don't even contain good raps.
Also, I forgot to say in my last post, nobody will argue that Tupac is the best of his time, but I don't think that anyone of any time even compares, and nobody can explode on to the mic like Pac does. Dre was good, but even he doesn't have the explosion ability
02-22-2006, 01:11 AM
All-around rapper, it's Tupac hands down.
02-22-2006, 01:26 AM
Not much of a rap fan.. But If I had to pick one it would be Eminem.
02-22-2006, 01:30 AM
I say this because Eminem proved a white boy could be successful in rap music industry. I don't know how he ranks among album sales but I would guess he is in the top 5.
02-22-2006, 02:01 AM
not much of a rap fan but
tupac biggy an diddy i like some of the down beat music they do
like every breath u take (i think it was a re-make tho?)
tupac biggy an diddy i like some of the down beat music they do
like every breath u take (i think it was a re-make tho?)
02-22-2006, 02:04 AM
Blackcat75 Wrote:not much of a rap fan but
tupac biggy an diddy i like some of the down beat music they do
like every breath u take (i think it was a re-make tho?)
Was a re-make. Biggie was great, but not as good as Pac, Pac just below up the mic and stage. Diddy's a pansy
02-22-2006, 03:34 AM
kool moe dee
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sugarhill gang
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sugarhill gang
02-22-2006, 04:00 AM
Tupac and Biggie are at the top. "Juicy" may be the best rap song of all time.
1. 2pac/Biggie
2. Oukast
3. Bone thugs and harmony
4. Slick Rick
5. Naughty By Nature
6. Jay Z
7. Dr.Dre
8. Snoop
9. Young MC
10. Busta Rhymes
1. 2pac/Biggie
2. Oukast
3. Bone thugs and harmony
4. Slick Rick
5. Naughty By Nature
6. Jay Z
7. Dr.Dre
8. Snoop
9. Young MC
10. Busta Rhymes
02-22-2006, 01:16 PM
Jay-z, nas, and eminem..?..
02-22-2006, 04:12 PM
corndog23 Wrote:Tupac and Biggie are at the top. "Juicy" may be the best rap song of all time.
It's good, but California Luv's the best of all time (by Tupac). I might even like Notorious Thugs (Biggie) more than Juicy
02-22-2006, 05:21 PM
BFritz Wrote:It's good, but California Luv's the best of all time (by Tupac). I might even like Notorious Thugs (Biggie) more than Juicy
o yeh, notorius thugz is awesome. I still think Juicy is the greatest though, probably because its the first rap song i ever really listened to.
02-22-2006, 05:35 PM
Grandmaster Flash
02-24-2006, 03:42 PM
Biggie hands down...Why hasn't anyone gave props to the Bone Thugs
02-24-2006, 04:32 PM
TennisCAT23 Wrote:Biggie hands down...Why hasn't anyone gave props to the Bone Thugs
Biggie's solid, but he's no Pac. Bone Thugz just because it's a group, so nobody really considers them when talking about the best rapper. Also, their music is awesome to listen to, but it's so fast that it's hard to understand what they're saying, which the way they rap is awesome, but it's not something you can rap along with really
02-24-2006, 05:20 PM
Not a rap fan but I would say Eminem and Tupac out of all of them.
02-24-2006, 05:24 PM
TennisCAT23 Wrote:Biggie hands down...Why hasn't anyone gave props to the Bone Thugs
Bone Thugz 'n Harmony's song "Crossroads" was a great song. I actually really miss it now, will have to go and download it.
02-24-2006, 05:50 PM
Eminem hands down.
02-24-2006, 07:42 PM
i can't really stand rap, just a few songs, but eminem would be my fav.
02-24-2006, 08:50 PM
Tupac is a hell of alot better than Eminem who always, constantly complains about his life, and how bad it sucks, though he has the money, the fans, and his little daughter..
Move on seriously...
Move on seriously...
02-24-2006, 08:53 PM
Eminem stands out in my mind because he has the guts to stand up to the issues of society and write songs about them. He talks about the President and I love it. Same thing with Green Day, having the balls to speak out against the man in highest power in the country gets my respect, espically when I hate the guy myself.
02-24-2006, 10:56 PM
Cameron Crazy Wrote:Tupac is a hell of alot better than Eminem who always, constantly complains about his life, and how bad it sucks, though he has the money, the fans, and his little daughter..Tupac was a horrible rapper as was Biggie. Their songs make no sense. I never thought their songs made sense. They would just say stuff to make things rhyme. Eminem can rhyme things that actually makes sense.
Move on seriously...
02-24-2006, 11:09 PM
^ Wow, thats amazing...I dont know how to reply to that..
It's... almost...weird...
It's... almost...weird...
02-24-2006, 11:14 PM
"The Message" - Grandmaster Flash
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Donât care
I canât take the smell, I canât take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkieâs in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnât get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Donât push me, cause Iâm close to the edge
Iâm trying not to loose my head
Itâs like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hanginâ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livinâ in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldnât make it on her
Own
Chorus:
Itâs like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goinâ under
My brotherâs doing fast on my motherâs t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Canât even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Iâm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Canât take the train to the job, thereâs a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standinâ on my back
Canât stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Iâm going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!
Chorus:
My son said daddy I donât wanna go to school
Cause the teacherâs a jerk, he must think Iâm a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itâd be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause itâs all about money, ainât a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I canât walk through the park, cause itâs crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livinâ on a
Seesaw
Chorus:
A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but heâs frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youâll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Iâm cool, Iâm no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youâre unemployed, all null ânâ void
Walking around like youâre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youâre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young.
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Donât care
I canât take the smell, I canât take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkieâs in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnât get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Donât push me, cause Iâm close to the edge
Iâm trying not to loose my head
Itâs like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hanginâ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livinâ in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldnât make it on her
Own
Chorus:
Itâs like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goinâ under
My brotherâs doing fast on my motherâs t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Canât even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Iâm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Canât take the train to the job, thereâs a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standinâ on my back
Canât stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Iâm going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!
Chorus:
My son said daddy I donât wanna go to school
Cause the teacherâs a jerk, he must think Iâm a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itâd be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause itâs all about money, ainât a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I canât walk through the park, cause itâs crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livinâ on a
Seesaw
Chorus:
A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but heâs frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youâll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Iâm cool, Iâm no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youâre unemployed, all null ânâ void
Walking around like youâre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youâre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young.
02-26-2006, 07:25 PM
Tupac is the best.....
02-26-2006, 09:52 PM
BCF4L Wrote:Tupac was a horrible rapper as was Biggie. Their songs make no sense. I never thought their songs made sense. They would just say stuff to make things rhyme. Eminem can rhyme things that actually makes sense.
Eminem just says stuff to rhyme, Tupac was amazing, listen to a song like Dear Momma and try to tell me he's not rapping about something and doing it with flow, style, and emotion. Eminem has gotten better about it, but he still says stuff like he'd kill Kim, then, in the same breath, say he fights so hard for her.
02-26-2006, 10:13 PM
Dear Momma is a great song.
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