Drake is dope, IMO

[SliK]

Drake is better than Kid Cudi, 50 Cent, Wiz Khalifa, A$AP Rocky, current Jay-Z, Chief Keef, Waka Flocka, Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, Danny fucking Brown, Tech N9ne (maybe not mainstream but Drake makes better music), Mac Miller, Meek Mills, Rick Ross, Tyler, Gucci Mane, Wale, J. Cole & Slaughterhouse (Cole & Slaughterhouse are arguably better rappers but haven't made very good albums unlike Drake), French Montana, Macklemore & current Lupe Fiasco.

That's a veeeeery whack list, man, minus a few names.

Theyre mainstream though and that was the entire point.

[SliK]

Worst singer I've ever heard.

And you listen to Linkin Park, so that's saying a LOT

[SliK]

Didn't you just do exactly the same thing?

[Hansen]

Drake is dope, there is no denying. NWTS was somewhat a dissapointment though.

[The Shady Virus]

Drake can spit, he just chooses not to. He did his thing on Pound Cake, From Time, Too Much, etc. Never been a huge drake fan, But I have always gave his projects a shot and I usually end up enjoying a couple songs.

There's maybe 5 songs on the album I can fuck with, but that's a better average than a lot of these fuck boy's albums.

[Kill You]

He's aight. Has a lot of potential, just pisses it away a lot. I like Take Care and NWTS is okay, about half the songs are good.

And Tyler is most certainly a better artist and rapper than Drake is lol.

[Space_Bound]

Drake has the best bars of anyone in the game right now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuwJ0rlg-3U

That and Tuscan Leather are my favorites.

[JamaicanPattlez]

Drake is dope. I don't consider him a GOAT by any means though. Way too early, and doesn't have the respect that comes with the title in terms of Hip Hop as a whole. Rappers with clout to their name fuck with him, bloggers and magazines fuck with him, but ask a Hip Hop head what he thinks of Drake and he'll get mad at you for asking.

[Space_Bound]

Drake has the best bars of anyone in the game right now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuwJ0rlg-3U

That and Tuscan Leather are my favorites.

Can you quote those "best bars of anyone one the game"sir?

Are you blind or too retarded to click the example I provided sir?

Let me guess Drake's too "soft" for you and you only like the "hard" rappers because it makes you feel all warm and gooey inside. Hows the view from mothers basement.

[Snakebeast]

Drake has the best bars of anyone in the game right now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuwJ0rlg-3U

That and Tuscan Leather are my favorites.

Can you quote those "best bars of anyone one the game"sir?

Are you blind or too retarded to click the example I provided sir?

Let me guess Drake's too "soft" for you and you only like the "hard" rappers because it makes you feel all warm and gooey inside. Hows the view from mothers basement.

He wants you to quote the fantastic bars you speak of instead of just providing a whole song.

[Space_Bound]

Alright here you go

[Drake]
Look, I'm the property of October
I ain't drive here, I got chauffeured
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over
I think better when I'm not sober
I smoke good ain't no glaucoma, I'm a stockholder
Private flights back home, no stop over
Still spitting that shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven
A migraine, take two Excedrin
I'm the one twice over, I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it repping, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyeing me all hard
And lying to they girls and driving the same cars
Sitting there wishing they problems became ours
Cause we have nothing in common since I done became star
I done became bigger swerving writing in my peer's lane
Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's name
One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change
And show me the city that I without fear claim
What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby, word to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers
My song is your girlfriend's waking up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or whatever
She be here at six in the morn if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could figure
How to get these label heads to offer him good figures
And me doing them shows getting everyone nervous cause
Them hipsters going have to get along with them hood niggas
It's all good, I'm going off like lights when the show's over
Make pasta, rent a movie, called hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no joker
I'll slow roast you, got no holster
Wet glass on your table, nigga no coaster
Burn bread everyday boy, no toaster
G and Tez got a cig but I'm no smoker
They jus handing chips to me nigga, no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier
My cup runnith over
The same niggas I ball with, I fall with
On some southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit
D-R., CJ, and Po, I see y'all
These cases don't work out I hope we can agree on
Making enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First thing I'm a do is free Weezy, go

[Drake]
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna
The fresh prince just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
All these 90's fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if you're fine
That's just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself"
You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself
And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
How this nigga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin though?
Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese
And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me, now real nigga wassup
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?


[Drake]
I've been up for four days, getting money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades
Rolexes, chauffers and low fades
I keep thinking how young can you die from old age?
They always tell me nobody's working as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off man, it's probably true
Cause while all of my closest friends out partying
I'm just here making all the music that they party to
But party on, party on all night, nigga
I got these new rappers nervous: prom night nigga
I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars
Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire
But I just want to tell the truth
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
The shit feel like when Fredro Starr
Was in Sunset Park stunting hard in his yellow goose
And I'm a motherfucking missed target
But a target none the less and I just started
Was that directed at moi? Can't be
They must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free
And I'm just filling up this daily planner
Getting busy cause I'm a star, no spangled banner
Jealous dudes get to talking in they music
And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammer
That's what life becomes when you're doing you
Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
Just know that she gonna tell another nigga when she through with you
Don't get impatient when it takes too long
Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong
I got to feel alive, even if it kills me
Promise to always give you me, the real me

Now go cry in the corner with your Kendrick Lamar CD.

[Just Silver]

but kendrick is >> drake

[SliK]

Space_Bound I agree Drake is dope but Kendrick is a much better lyricist than Drake.

[Space_Bound]

but kendrick is >> drake

Well thats your opinion but when you act like Drake cant spit himself.

[SliK]

Drake could never write a song like this:

[Hook]
Fancy girls
On Long Beach Blvd
Flagging down
All of these flashy cars

[Verse 1]
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usual's
Leaving her body sore
She take the little change she make
To fix her nail cuticles, lipstick is suitable
To make you fiend for more
She play Mr. Shakur
That's her favorite rapper
Bumping "Brenda's Got A Baby"
While a pervert yelling at her
And he capture features of a woman
But only 17, the 7 cars start honkin'
She start running like FLo-Jo
Don't care if they Joe Blow
If they got money to blow a blow job is a sure go
And sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollars
She give all to her daddy but she don't know her father, that's ironic
See a block away from Ludis park, I seen the El Camino parked
In her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals, leaving her body sore
Her anatomy is God's temple, and it's quite simple
Her castle is about to be destroyed, she's always paranoid
Watching the law inside the streets undercover the dummies that look like decoys
Remember the sergeant let her slide, said if he seen
What's between her thighs he'd compromise, to no surprise
She took the ultimatum around the alleyway and gave him
A warm welcome n felt him right below the navel
Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables
His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived em
It was a block away from Ludis Park, I seen a squad car parked
And in her heart, she hate it there but in her mind, she made it where
Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals, leaving her body sore
As she bust down like a 12 bunk on tour
She suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure
Of the black man, white man, needing satisfaction, at first
It became a practice, but now she's numb to it
Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it
But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners' redemption
That sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her mother
For letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover
Ten months before she was ten he moved in and that's when he touched her
This muthafucka is the fucking reason why Keisha rushing through that
Block away from Ludis park, I seen a El Camino park
And in her heart she hate it there but in her mind, she made it where
Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
And caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street

Keisha's song

My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face
The day that I wrote this song, set her down and pressed play

[Hook]