Best Lyricist[Hip-Hop/Rap]

Tech N9ne is better than both of them (currently).

 

No way he's horrible he has no flow..

 

If I had to pick somebody from the current mainstream(Which wouldn't include Nas and Talib Kweli) it would definitely be The Game.

 

Idk, he hasn't had a big song in a while.

 

2pac he talks about shit thats going wrong

eminem is good to talks about real shit when he raps unlike the following rappers:

Tpain -- just shit faggot ruins rap
young joc -- its going down? wtf?
Vanilla ice -- need i say more?

yeh its either eminem or 2pac in my opinion

 

Have you listened to eminem? lil wayne = fucked voiced along with akon they mix well as they both have shit voices and their lyrics are shit

kanye has a couple songs that are pretty good he's better when hes mixing with another artist

soz for double post just read that

 

Yes. Eminem's freestyles are the only thing I respect him for.

His written raps certainly aren't lyrical genius.

 

im gonna be honest, i like tupac, but lyrically, he is nowhere near the best.

 

EXACTLY. I had this argument in english the other day

Tupac is the man but lyrically no better than Biggie

 

I agree with the two of you. 2Pac has a great message, he sounds good, and he has hundreds and hundreds of good songs. He's a legend. He may be my favorite, but, his writing skills pale in comparison to some other rappers.

 

Until recently I would have said Eminem, but Kanye's new album is straight fire... He keeps it real through almost the whole album, mostly because it's based off of his recent break-up with his fiance of three years.

 

Hollywood Undead.

 

Eminem is the best lyrically.
He can take nothing and make it bomb.
Heres my examples, Since i will agree some of his music is shit.





Yo, alright, yo
I'm possessed by evil demons that torture me while I'm sleeping
I keep dreaming of death and I'm hearing people screaming
The devil's spirit's trapped inside me and I want it out
I'm on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house
With both of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air
And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there
I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck
While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death
But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches
Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes
Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves
Curtains catch fire, the house melts
My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters
The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters
Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam's apple
Two cups of holy water and I'm looking at 'em half full
But as soon as I go to touch 'em they turn into red rum
It got silent, then all these voices said
"Come follow me into the pits of Hell"
I heard 'em yell "Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!"
I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother
Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel
I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest
She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess
And told me that's just for starters, Satan'll be in to see me later
To see if I'm interested in being partners








[Verse #1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cus he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

[Chorus #1]
{C'mon} Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it} Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear {C'mon}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

[Verse #2]
Entertainment is changing, intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cus don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, don't hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n, even religiously
So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

[Chorus #2]
{C'mon} Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it} Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear {Sing it}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cus we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

[Chorus #3]
Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tear, {C'mon}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

[Chorus #4]
Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tear, {C'mon}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

[Instrumental]

Deffinately my favorite as i can relate to the first verse VERY closely.




And if not Eminem, Deffinately Bizzy Bone
This is just him freestyling.

 

Eminem, no further questions.

 

as i'm not a huge rap fan, i don't widely listen to it. But when i do, it's always kanye.

he gets my vote .

 

Young MC