COMMUNITY Legend or Vet: Black Thought
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Playmaker88
G Money is Cash
Nigga fell off after Come Home With Me.
That Dipshit "movement" is some overhyped, overrated internet/forum shit. "They made pink cool"
His onamonapia rapping ass lucky he considered a vet.
AZTG
OG
This what im talking about. You LIKE Cam more than BT. Cool. But Cam has not accomplished more than BT when it comes to hip hop.
The Dipset movement was legendary, changed how people dressed for like 2 years.
But if you going off movements Nas isnt a legend cause Nas never had a movement.
Cam is not a legend cause his only claim to being a legend is starting a fad. And fads fade quicker than they start.
BT is a legend off what he did and keeps doing.
Playmaker88
G Money is Cash
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Playmaker88
G Money is Cash
I think you just figured it out B..
The Hue
Black Made. Black Raised.
One of the greatest lyricists of all time.
This nigga a certified legend.
Fools swear they’re wise, wise men know they’re foolish / We was headed for the web even before computers.
Them brothers said ‘Don’t go from written bars filled with rage / To primetime television and your guilded cage / Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved’ / I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page.
Gun firing flares, sirens glare / I’m in an iron chair with people who care / Don’t get the lion share / When I don’t give a f**k, then I ain’t fair.
Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate / Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident.
The anomaly sworn solemnly high snobbidy / Freakanomics and war policy, dichotomy / That’s Heaven and Hades, Tigres and Euphrates / His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies / As babies, we went from semi-lac and Enfamil / To the internet and Fentanyl / Where our consent was still against the will.
Listen, somebody said the price tag was on the rapper’s head / So we gon’ see a nice bag when the rapper dead / The mask black, the flag green, black, and red / They’ll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed.
My Levontae resemble of vehicular threats / The mic I spray resembling the sickle of death / It ain’t strenuous to come from a continuous breath / I set fire to the venue, I’ma spin you and step.
Yo, these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the streets / Nigga please, you ain’t working with nothing but the police / Listen, you ain’t finna be nothing but the deceased / Listen, you in a tournament with a permanent crease.
How much more CB4 can we afford? / It’s like a Sharia Law on My Cherie Amour / How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure? / But ain’t nobody working on a cure?
My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger.
Go through the vein to the brain, fabulous and strange / My journalistic range is a catalyst for change / It got anybody that listen pissing flame / And ’cause the Hall of Fame got so many missing names.
Listen, a grain of salt’ll tip the scale, it never fails / Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails / Criminal records like record sales / Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells.
I am a walking affirmation, that imagination / And focus and patience get you closer to your aspiration / And just ’cause they give you s**t don’t mean you have to take it / My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits.
I’ve been having visions of Nat Turner holding his master’s head / Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet / Smacking it like a tennis racket underhanded / Send a message through the Gram: ‘The Eagle has landed’ / Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas / I am no gorilla I just make ’em go bananas / Outstanding, red, black and green bandanas.
I’m like, ahem, approach the author with your offering / I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring / Being His excellency gets to be exhausting.
Pentamine, I’m made of elements you can’t combine / I’m at a level of intelligence you can’t define / Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla / Recording artist slash psychology professor / I preach for the East, never fold under pressure / The beat’s from the East and I glide like Clyde Drexler.
Ayo, my new name is 85 X’s / ‘Cause I’m the rap game certified specialist / When I was reckless I was worried ’bout the guest list / I’m helping rappers everywhere fulfill a, death wish.
This nigga a certified legend.
Fools swear they’re wise, wise men know they’re foolish / We was headed for the web even before computers.
Them brothers said ‘Don’t go from written bars filled with rage / To primetime television and your guilded cage / Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved’ / I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page.
Gun firing flares, sirens glare / I’m in an iron chair with people who care / Don’t get the lion share / When I don’t give a f**k, then I ain’t fair.
Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate / Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident.
The anomaly sworn solemnly high snobbidy / Freakanomics and war policy, dichotomy / That’s Heaven and Hades, Tigres and Euphrates / His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies / As babies, we went from semi-lac and Enfamil / To the internet and Fentanyl / Where our consent was still against the will.
Listen, somebody said the price tag was on the rapper’s head / So we gon’ see a nice bag when the rapper dead / The mask black, the flag green, black, and red / They’ll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed.
My Levontae resemble of vehicular threats / The mic I spray resembling the sickle of death / It ain’t strenuous to come from a continuous breath / I set fire to the venue, I’ma spin you and step.
Yo, these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the streets / Nigga please, you ain’t working with nothing but the police / Listen, you ain’t finna be nothing but the deceased / Listen, you in a tournament with a permanent crease.
How much more CB4 can we afford? / It’s like a Sharia Law on My Cherie Amour / How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure? / But ain’t nobody working on a cure?
My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger.
Go through the vein to the brain, fabulous and strange / My journalistic range is a catalyst for change / It got anybody that listen pissing flame / And ’cause the Hall of Fame got so many missing names.
Listen, a grain of salt’ll tip the scale, it never fails / Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails / Criminal records like record sales / Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells.
I am a walking affirmation, that imagination / And focus and patience get you closer to your aspiration / And just ’cause they give you s**t don’t mean you have to take it / My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits.
I’ve been having visions of Nat Turner holding his master’s head / Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet / Smacking it like a tennis racket underhanded / Send a message through the Gram: ‘The Eagle has landed’ / Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas / I am no gorilla I just make ’em go bananas / Outstanding, red, black and green bandanas.
I’m like, ahem, approach the author with your offering / I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring / Being His excellency gets to be exhausting.
Pentamine, I’m made of elements you can’t combine / I’m at a level of intelligence you can’t define / Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla / Recording artist slash psychology professor / I preach for the East, never fold under pressure / The beat’s from the East and I glide like Clyde Drexler.
Ayo, my new name is 85 X’s / ‘Cause I’m the rap game certified specialist / When I was reckless I was worried ’bout the guest list / I’m helping rappers everywhere fulfill a, death wish.
OhMars
MEH!
If the only criteria for being a legend is your ability to rap well, pretty much anyone who is above par that didnt fall off should be legends, Lupe should be a legend. We all know that isnt the case though, every dead nigga that was nice or alive nigga that is super nice shouldnt get the highest honor, that diminishes it. There is more to this then just skill.
AZTG
OG
Neither are considered top tier emcees bruh.
BT is a top tier emcee. That alone puts him higher than the Cam and Twista.
Lets look at this way. Take Cams critical acclaimed albums, and then take Twistas, put the numbers together, and then add Dipsets number or critical acclaimed albums to it. Do all that and BT would still have more critically acclaimed albums.
Now add the fact that lyrically, from a technical stand point, it aint even close.
Now add the fact that the Roots won a grammy and went platinum off LYRICS and the fact that the Roots were nominated more than both combined off LYRICS and not FADS. Not to mention in 2018 the Roots have more streams per month on streaming services than Cam and Twista. Not to mention a song like The Seed 2.0 has more views on youtube than any Cam or Twista song and you got me has even more views than The Seed.
I could keep going but I already poked more holes in a your logic than swiss.
This is why Cam and Twista shouldnt even be in this convo.
By who? lol @ twista not being a top tier MC.
Lyrically both>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BT
And according to this thread, that means they're legends.
I'm bout to add em to the list now, brb
AZTG
OG
You just activated my trap card doggie.
So you think emceeing wise Twista is on the same level as BT? BT is top tier with Nas, Jay, Pun, 3k and them. Go head and say hes not and further prove my point.
You know hip hop but got Twista that high?
Your opinions on this topic are all void and dismissed now fam.
We can wrap this up now folks.
AZTG
OG
So Daylyt and Lux got platinum and gold albums, grammy nominations, 20+ years of critically acclaimed albums, millions of streams per month on top of being top tier emcees like BT?
Thanks man. We make a great team.