Jimmy Conway wrote:Recene wrote:I don't know why the FUCK did I got on a thread on SL about Rap God, I random picked a comment to read:
"After a few listens:
-horrible chorus
-verse 1 is complete shit
-the second half of verse 2 is retarded
-verse 3 starts off weak with something that should barely pass for a freestyle, then excels with the Columbine reference, develops into the interesting morphing rhyme, but then falls flat with the weak punchlines and dull Ray J story that follows. The fast paced rhymes already got old to me. He should have made more statements there about his career instead of talking random nonsense.
-I only enjoy the beat at the short climactic parts in verse 2 and 3.
4.5/10"
MY GOD...
Most of that is pretty accurate.
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
That's all of verse one I like.
The second half of verse too is retarded with all that looking boy shit.
I don't think verse 3 starts off weak, but it does become really weak with those Ray J lines.
The fast pace I don't think gets old, but, there's not much replay value, it's technically, but as far as just listening to it, it's not like the best thing ever.
So, I think it's better than a 4. But it isn't a brilliant masterpiece that this site has painted it to be. It still has a lot of holes in the song and for having three years to make it, it falls a little short.
If not for
"I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it"
"Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC, induct them, into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames"
and
"So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1
Where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
I wouldn't even listen to the song.
