Panzade.. lol. I'm not that "hip about rap," I only enjoy the
greats. I don't like Pop-Rap like Ja Rule, Nelly, DMX, Chingy, Jay-Z... I especially don't like Eastcoast rap. It's all garbage.
Thok: When I said "Yah" I was agreeing with what Panzade had said about Tupac being "the ****."
Jay-Z may be the greatest
living rapper of all time, but he can't compare to Tupac. Jay-Z is considered a great rapper because he somehow produces hit after hit after hit, and his remarkable ability to think up rhymes without pen and paper, and flow, just like that. But his voice (in my opinion) is annoying, his message duplicated. All he talks about is money. He doesn't rap about anything meaningful, and anybody can do that. Tupac, on the other hand, has songs that people can
relate to. When you hear a Tupac song, someone somewhere is bobbin' their head, thinking, "Damn, that's how I feel." Take "Life Goes On," one of my absolute favorite songs.
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My niggas, we tha last ones left
But life goes on.....
Verse One:
As I bail through tha empty halls
Breath stinkin'in my draws
Ring, ring, ring
Quiet y'all
Incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school
He's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
Life as a baller
Alcohol and booty calls
We usta do them as adolecents
Do you recall?
Raised as G's
Loc'ed out and blazed the weed
Get on tha roof
Let's get smoked out
And blaze with me
2 in tha morning
And we still high assed out
Screamin' "Thug till I die"
Before I passed out
But now that your gone
I'm in tha zone
Thinkin', "I don't wanna die all alone"
But now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
While tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
When you passed....
Cause life goes on
Verse Two:
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
Blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
Time to prepare to do Fed time
Won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict
That's getten' old
Plus with tha drama
We're lookin out for your baby's mama
Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from beatin on her...
Life in tha hood...
Is all good for nobody
Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party
Me and you
No true a two
While scheming on hits
And gettin tricks
That maybe we can slide into
But now you burried
Rest nigga
Cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurry
Sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
Tho' memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball 'til my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kado & Mental, rest in peace
Thug till I die
Verse Three:
Bury me smilin'
With G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral
Let every rapper rock it
Let tha hoes that I usta know
From way before
Kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen
So I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of Gin
In case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die
We outlaws
Let me ride
Until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
Got police chasin' me
zto my niggas from old blocks from old crews
Niggas that guided me through back in tha old school
Pour out some liquor
Have a toast for tha homies
See we both gotta die
But ya chose to go before me
And brothas miss ya while your gone
You left your nigga on his own
How long we mourn
Life goes on...
Whoops I might have gone too far on this one... I'm sorry for takin up so much space... but when it comes to Tupac, I don't play. Hee hee...