Nov 12, 2017 An impressively executed Stan sequel, a spiritual mature successor to Kim in Stronger Than I Was, a time machine esque lyricial exhibition on Rap God, and multiple songs displaying his masterful lyricism makes this album better than it gets credit for. You can s--- on the production and the singers all you want but lyrically, this album is amazing and is his most self aware. Theres many glimpses of the cleverness he's shown in his prime Some of the many poetically deft lyrics witty gems and heavy bars on this album Spoiler Behold the final chapter in a saga Tryin' to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started It all, tragic portrait of an artist Tortured, trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts blacker and darker Than anything imaginable; here goes a wild stab in the dark The king of nonsense and controversy is on a Beat-killing spree, Your Honor I must plead guilty, 'cause I sparked a revolution Rebel without a cause who caused the evolution Of rap, to take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it ("Hip-hop is the Devil's music") Does that mean it belongs to me? 'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, b----, 'cause it's the Through the side of a pump, 0 to 60, hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wick Good luck tryin' to convince a blonde It's like telling Gwen Stefani that she sold out ‘Cause I was tryin' to leave, no doubt In anyone's mind one day I'd go down in history Think they know now Only women that I love are my daughters But sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father And I push it farther So, Father, forgive me if I forget to draw the line It's apparent I shouldn't have been a parent I'll never grow up, so to h--- with your parents And motherfuck Father Time It ain't never gonna stop A pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his prime So even if I'm half-dead, I'm half alive Poured my half empty glass in a cup So now my cup has runneth over And I'm 'bout to set it on you like a mothafuckin' coaster So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you, like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though Still, in my skull’s a vacant empty void Been usin’ it more as a bin for storage Take some inventory: in this gourde there’s a Ford engine Door hinge, syringe, an orange An extension cord, and a Ninja sword Not to mention four linchpins, an astringent stored Ironin’ board, a bench, a wrench, a ore Wench, an attention whor- Everything but a brain But dome's off the f---in' chain like an independent store Something's wrong with my head Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't Cause I'd probably be Dahmer (dumber) My whole career's a stroke of sheer genius Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah You motherfuckin' (insert insult here) I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I could yell, the Other day someone got all elaborate And stuck a head from a f---in' dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings I think my karma is catchin' up with me No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in L'Oreal and mace Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytelling While the whor- was yelling, "r---!" 'Til her vocal cords were swelling And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face I believe people can change, but only for the worse I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse So satanic, K-Mart chains panic ‘Cause they can't even spin back the curse words ‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, MFer (r--- your mother! k--- your parents!) Sometimes I listen And revisit them old albums often as I can and Skim through all them b------s To make sure I keep up with my competition Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies I ain't f---in' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba My albums (albas) just sicker(jessica) than strep with the fever Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows Leaning on the horn, screaming "f--- the police!" like cop p--- Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn f--- top five, b----, I'm top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whor- And I got an Evil Twin So who the f--- do you think that third and that fourth spot's for? And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is ‘Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow You won't find anywhere When it fires and I unload, my pen explodes 'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time Let insults fly every 60 seconds that go by, so you know I meant it (minute) They said I was a gimmick Now I'm the one that those guys mimic And I've never been known to retreat From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat I'm still hungry as f--- but can't even say "Bon appétit!" ‘Cause I don't know what to eat f---ing microphone or the beat I'm having a stroke of genius – Elizabeth, I'm coming to you, honey From boy to man And still make a whor- moan, like a thyroid gland Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, b----, I meant in half, oil the blades Promisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson I'm in a league Muhammad's in Ali's my colleague bombin' 'em Probably end up on top of 'em Stompin' 'em like Ndamukong I'm Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian Tomlinson Flow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waist You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face The rap game's god But the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith So let these words lift 'Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells Since yours ain't workin' out I'll leave you stretched out like a f---in' yawn So mow the f---in' lawn, your a----s are blades of grass And I'm f---in' up this whole landscape of rap The G.O.A.T. just ate eight acres, an eighth of that Was just to make a path And take it straight to your favorite rapper Hes in his mid 40s and he still has bars If you dont respect the legacy he leaves behind yall can s--- a d-ck. You're gonna harp on him no matter what bars he comes with
Nov 12, 2017 No lie, he's a better lyricist than what he was pre-06 but... These great lyrics don't come across aswell because of the production/flows..
Nov 13, 2017 tbh its a perfect showcase of the overall package he has mastered and its the last project where his flows are still smooth
Nov 13, 2017 Huh? Isn't flow part of lyricism? So how can he be a better lyricist with a worst flow. That makes.no sense. If its just lyrics we talking about, listen to anyman followed by survival and get back to me.
Nov 13, 2017 And the corny punchlines... which including your faults is about 70% of the output. Therefore not great
Nov 13, 2017 Well, actually only thing keeping me from saayin' it's a classic is its' replay value. TES, MMLP and SSLP had a lot more replay value than MMLP 2. Used to say it's a classic about MMLP 2 few years ago. Still think it's his best post hiatus album.
