We the villains, we antagonist bad guys
Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyes
It's time for Skywalker talk cause meet the true Darth Vader
I hit your mom in '03 but a G ain't ate her
So baby boy you should tighten up and show some respect
Before I Melvin on you Jody put my arm on your neck
Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a divorce
Be at her crib with your kids saying "fuck your fort
Lil' nigga!"
This was tough to grade, cuz they had a fire bar but then followed it up with a corny bar.
I like the opening, "we antagonize the bad guys" i like the flow of that line, rhyming multiple times in one line, plus the content itself was dope.
Foh with that skywalker shit, then he followed it up with an even worse bar "i hit ur mom in 03, but a g aint ate her" ? smh
But then the put a arm to ur neck on some melvin shit was dope.
I give it a 3.
Like the President I kill 'em neat (scammers), I'm talkin' neat like freak
I'm talkin' neat like fleek, I'm talkin' neat like a geek
You come with beef, I eat a B
I'm talkin' B's, spellin' bee (sheesh)
Double R, that's a Rolls
Paint it yellow like it's dairy
I'm talkin' Rose like Derrick
I'm talkin' rolls like a belly (woo)
Like a new car, I got two keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy seat
Then I heard they been pullin' all week
I'ma use ya name like who is he, you get it?
I said I'ma username like who is he
Yeah, Dad lost his job, mama worked at Mrs. Winner's
Gun pulled in her face, she still made dinner
“(name redacted) watch the meter so they don’t turn the lights off"
Workin' two jobs so I can get into that white school,
And I hate it there,
They all make fun of my clothes and wanna touch my hair,
And my uncle on that stuff that got my grandma shook,
Drug dealers roughed him up and stole his address book,
He’s supposed to pay ‘em back,
He owe 'em money but his bank account is zero,
So my momma made us sleep with Phillips heads,
Under the pillow....like that would do somethin'
But she’s got six kids...she’s gotta do somethin'
She don’t want me in a lifestyle like my cousin
And he mad cause his father ain’t around
He lookin’ at me now, like
"Why you so fuckin lucky? I had a father too
But he ain’t around so I'mma take it out on you"
We used to say "I love you," now we only think that shit
It feels weird that you’re the person I took sink baths with
Street took you over, I want my cousin back
The world sayin' what you are
Because you’re young and black, don’t believe ‘em
You’re still that kid who kept the older boys
From teasin', for some reason
This is storytelling and painting pictures at it's finest. No "im the feather man, i mean weather woman" bullshit. Shit like this is why Pac is considered the goat. Shit that hits close to home "watch the meter so they don't turn the lights off" nigga.
I give that a 5.
"...Remember that fuck nigga pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck, I should've died, nigga
I feel like my nigga Dunce kept me alive, nigga
Slap in my face like, "Bruh, open your eyes, nigga"
Shaking my head like, "Fuck that, you can't die, nigga"
Only real shit what I provide, nigga
I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes, nigga
Now they gotta consider me top five, nigga
You hearing my shit, is you surprised, nigga?
You know what's funny, I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head I seen my face like, "I'm done with this shit" (It's over)
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shit
Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
That Bell's Palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same niggas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad and broke
And everything I drop is classic, dope
This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
This the realest shit that I wrote..."
Dope fuckin bars. I like when "gangsta" rappers talk about the other side of the game and not just the money and bitches. The only downside to this verse was half of it ending with "nigga" . I hate when rappers do that, even when Cole does it. But other than that, solid verse.
I give it a 4.
Is that Conway? U can answer when we're done.
Young Thug
Submitted by: Judah
They told me life is what you make it
So what you been creating on your free time?
I’ll lend you bars if you need rhyme – or reason
Some people change, it’s a part of life – like seasons
Just be aware that everybody ain't your friend
They’ll be gone with the wind once your jump shot don’t go in
Or your ACL torn and you're a couple yards short
From a Super Bowl Championship and it was down 4
Gotta play the field, be willing to ride, willing to dive
For what you desire, call your pop fly, but never collide
With other players that play the game
Don’t be eager to run with crowds, stay in your lane
Pass the knowledge on to your team, but carry the flame
Cuz it's yours and yours alone to brighten your way
Put God first and free your soul
Cuz even Olympic runners sometimes lose their gold
That whole football/sports scheme was fire. Dope content, clever scheme, the flow seemed kinda off, but it was still solid verse. 4.3
Came out the sewer, it's stankin'
Go in the booth and I'm blankin'
Slept with my tool on the blanket
Like I'm the son of Michael
All of these haters, they're gettin' spiteful
They see my heart has been damaged
You see the whip Panoramic
You see I made it, you witnessed progression
I was talkin' like I knew I was destined
I'm a boss and I won't ever regret it
Whether you like it, you gotta admit it
Then I change up your location
Then I pull up in that Wraith
Have I fulfilled all your dreams?
I give it a 2. I see what he was trying to do with the blanket/mj bar, but the execution was wack. The boss talk towards the end was dope (progression/destined) bars. It was pretty weak overall tho
Let 'em speak, I know I'm meek but the mills louder
Watch the throne, kings kill when the prince feels power
It's the real deal, Holyfield, holy shit, holy grail
Silver spoon coon, young buffoon, yeah, they know me well
I'm makin' moves, couldn't lose, doin' Parker Lewis
Hot on my own, self-immolate, I could be a Buddhist
Hot on my own, check your tone, check your stance homie
You don't even like me, you just trynna get my fans homie
So nerdy but the flow wordy
Brain-freezin' with the flow slurpie
Ice cold but you know I burn cash like I had herpes
Not true, but I'm that dirty
Niggas quit bein' hot man, cold turkey
While I'm out in Kauai, man, soul searchin'
And these niggas be afraid and I'm so certain
Cause they don't know what to do when the world's broken
A lot of people try and go and talk shit but your girl stops me on the street
Like it's stop and frisk and a bunch of DDots wanna talk a lot of shit
But that's cool cause in the real world they really don't exist
It's all because the internet
I'm familiar with this verse. Very solid verse from homie. Dope entendres without reaching or being corny. I give it a 4.5
Boy I'm back moving around
Just got a pack, I’m bout through with it now
Yesterday I sold my partner a cutie
Fuck it, I might just come through with a ounce
He gimme the check, I run through it then bounce
Drove off in a Buick as true as it sounds
(name redacted) pull up in the trap with them bags
Keep somethin' on me to shoot at a clown
Folk, I'm back moving around
They say I needed a buzz in the street
I said "Damn, y'all shoulda told me!
Since I was 15, I been plugged with the tree
Before y'all knew 'bout Meech, I was up in the D
Somewhere on Fenkell with drugs in the Jeep
You don't know how it feel when your cousin a Blood
And you can't call him cousin 'cause bousin a G
Your homies is Crips and you stuck in between
Either you rob or you fuck with them ki's"
I told my label to sign my release
I'll go back to the block, it ain't nothing to me
Meh, pretty simple rhyme. I'm sure i can freestyle off the top something better than that. 2
last one for the first "ABW rate the bars" series
When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0
A hard core life I toast to ex flaw
therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
get swellin hops from sellin tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
and cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Cause we put the guns down and go one round
wit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
I can inverse my style, cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell whos next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack
I attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat
This nigga done committed every crime known to man. Basic rhymes u hear from every rapper, i give it a 2.
was just about to ask this lolAny of these surprise you @Goldie
nahSo yall gonna admit those lupe bars is trash?
nah
now we fight to the death
whats trash about them
that video depicted everything those bars were saying
leggo
Damn, bad sample for cyhi. He has wayyyy better bars than that shit