Best poetic raper

THEDICKBUTCHER

THEDICKBUTCHER

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our english teacher told us we could chose a rap artist for our poetry project just today! I have a few in mind, just want opinions on which one of these you think would fit the best for my project or any suggestions are appreciated; no underground since I need to have a lot of poetry or lyrics to work with and need to find a good amount of info about the artist.. Thanks ns!!

talib kweli

mos def

biggie smalls

nas
 
I'm really sorry but I can't even read the thread because the title is still making me laugh really fucking hard...

ok, I think I'm ok now. Find some more undergroundish stuff.. way more flow than any mainstream rapper.

Main Flow.. Insight..
 
hahaha sorry guys big fail on my part i realized right after posted, im in class so i typed it fast. At least you all get a laugh out of this thread, thanks for the ones with imput! atmosphere is def good.
 
Dl is not too well known where I am from, the only people I see talking about him are from NS.

With that said, I think you should use 90-Degrees by Dl, because it makes me feel fuzzy about the Summer weather that we have been having and it gets me excited for this upcoming Summer break.
 
but if your title isn't misspelled, maybe biggie would be the way to go....

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia

She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!

Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!

Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
 
DL is one of the best lyricists out there IMO. Super diverse vocab, sick flow, and talks about a whole variety of things.
 
Look up:
Qwel
and
Aesop Rock.
right off the top of my head those are the two most prominent I can think of.
 
A lot of people think sage francis is really inspired, but I find his lyrics in pretty much everything he has done really lacking any depth. A lot of people agree that he's trying way too hard.
Not trying to fault you for liking him or recommending him, but I don't think it would be the best idea for an english assignment.
Another recommendation though:
Eyedea and Abilities, get the first album "wet from birth". There's some really good songs on there, one of them is all about Plato's allegory of the cave, which is really cool. An english teacher might appreciate it.
 
yeah that's definatly understandable that someone would say that, and is true in some senses. i just think that a lot of the songs use the same type of writing so they all have this similar theme so they dont stick out very much but if you've listened to some of the live albums his freestyles are pretty insane. but that eyedea and abilities album i'll need to get because i have the album E&A and its really good and i listen to it everyday
 


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Cormega is real good too. One of the best rap feuds to follow is that between Nas and Cormega. They release a few albums between the 2 of them that are stabs back and forth at each other. They used to be tight too, some of the best Nas and Cormega was from when they rapped together.
 
doom is sick.

check out dr. octagon, slick rick, victor vaughn. all pretty tight in a poetic lyrical kind of way.
 
or A perfect circle by louis logic. great song

Also, There is a song by Typical Cats (qwel) thats is dirty, it starts off with all spoken poem.

Lyrics to What You Thought Hops :

Poetry is the language of imagination

Poetry is a form of positive creation

Difficult, isn't it the point? Ya missin it

Rockin's kinda new to me cause my true love is poetry

I don't know what you thought hops but chief I've got tall props see

This be thee rebuttal version

To mister academic who does not believe that my poems would

could should have muscles and bodies like this one

I want my poem to be brazen and long legged

and squash mud under a hard yellow heals wicked gravity

I wish to leave this lab of brains swishing in jars

and write poems that shatter glass with undeniable bodies

I want to be a word that wants to be a sweating brick

so drink that through your pointed teeth and critique it

I want to be the strophe that strokes the ear in salty heaves

a spine that bends and works like the dance you shut the door to be

Listen to me, with your hips

Clutch this line in the fleshy grip of bold thighs

Eat through your ears and drink through your pores

and if you see me splashed across a page

Know that a leaf is a tongue that you wear to make love

to a voice not your own, eat this poem

Floss with the barbed length of a simile

and scrape your tongue across the living verses

bristling skin my I is just my I I promise

I believe in closure but not in hospital corners

the way first principles are real but untraceable see

God is meaning, means becoming, means I knock before I come in

Means I wriggle through the riddle of the flesh to out sweat it

Means I wear my impertinence upon my fluttering lip

My refusal to bow out to some abstract curtain

and exist backstage by the sandbags and pulleys

Hell fucking no! I exist to be seen

to see and be seen, to push my I to the thou

Because the premise of my rhythm is the un-apologetic

emphatic insistence of the declarative sentence

That's right bad boy, I am I is I be, fuck you.

I can speak about myself and rhyme in couplets if I want to

I am I is I be I do I self I delf I solo I dolo is is is is I I I

Am my mother's talk stories from beginning to end.

Listen to this poem with your hips..

Yes it's Denizen an exhalation of breath

and these Typicaaal Cats will make the session start fresh

Yes it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device

these Typicaaal Cats will make the session start right

See I was born with two tongues but no green card

my skin marked by the immigration narratives of my people drifting a-part

Of the two worlds I reside in the high yellow phantasm, of an undiscovered future

I am to breach the chasm between my mother's memory and my hazy prison I so knew

Languages off the scraps of my hand-me-down clothes

I grip with ten toes the type or types are putting fact in funk

deliver colder than statistics, bubble hot like a Cali trunk

I dwell in the fertile valley between ghosts and history

subvert the dogma lefty-loosy righty-tighty every time I speak

Conjunction junction what's ya function my assumption

that the fearful face of my future would fall and then my punching is in question

Ghosts grip my chest and I can't breathe

panic brings my chinky eyes wide and then I can't read

Roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long

roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long

But my creator calls the human out the thinnest of the vapors

I tease the story out the blankness of the paper

I can weave a family out the scarlet of a sin

and write the world in which my seed will be at ease inside his own skin

See Miss Liberty stagger with evictions falling out

I tap with two tongues against the inside of my mouth

Had a date with assimilation, but I stood her ass up

and made love to the multi-color features brimming in my cup

Because the end comes quick, ego says quit

I say work is love let my body be a brick

Because the end comes quick and ego says quit

I say work is love let my body be a brick

Yes it's Denizen an exhalation of breath

and these Typicaaal Cats we make the session start fresh

Yes it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device

Typicaaal Cats will make the session start right (see uh uh)
 


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The choice is pretty clear. I'm sure i don't need to elaborate but I will just in case there are still any skeptics out there:

Bow bow

Bow bow bow

Bow bow

Bow bow bow

Bow bow

Bow bow bow

Hurricane

Bow bow

Bow bow bow

Bow bow

Bow bow bow

Bum bum bum

Bum bum bum

Bum bum bum

Bum bum bum

She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits

Thick in tha hips every nig want her

Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

She walkin like a model

Hands on your knees

Scrub the ground

She aint nothing but a tease

Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

Well let’s get ratchet

Lets get ratchet

Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet

She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming

Told her to bust it open let me see whats really happnin

She the ship and im the captain

I'm tha captain

Booty bigger than the pus

And im all the way in your city

Im from louisianna so you gotta show me how your

city do it for that camera

Make it drop and bring it back to the top

I’m no amateur

Girl you can give it to me it aint nothing I cant handle

She just got out of the shower smellin like a scented candle

And im finna finna ?

Sliding off tha mattress

No moving no acting baby this is real action

Beat it up so bad

You be scared to walk past me

I know your halle berry

Baby theres no acting

I beat it up so bad

You be scared to walk past me for real

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits

Thick in tha hips every nig want her

Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

She walkin like a model

Hands on your knees

Scrub the ground

She aint nothing but a tease

Halle Berry, Halle berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle berry you jazze

That’s way past fine

Girl you look like something that should be on tha dance line

Increadable by tha waist

Pluss she got a pretty face

Even tho she got class she listen to UGK

Im finna flip her through traffic

With tha top back of tha donk

Girl I gaurntee I can make you go numb numb numb numb

I got enough bread to take me and you to London

And back to America and all over the country

She make me want to keep her close by

Like a side kick

She tha type of chick that aint gone never look sloppy

Imma beat it out the frame

Hurricane that’s who I be

You must be Halle berry

I don’t need to see your Id

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits

Thick in tha hips every nig want her

Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

She walkin like a model

Hands on your knees

Scrub the ground

She aint nothing but a tease

Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

Gone bob your head

Gone work your shoulder

Now what I just said girl do it on tha d

Age aint shi

I done got a lil older

Me or you man baby girl take a pic

Whitch one

She so classy, Shes so jazzy

Lil momma blow like a

Do it on tha d

She don’t need no help

She say she got it

She do it all by her self

Get so fine

Like a god damn ticket

Gave her a hickey

In order for a nig like me to spend cash

You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass

You, bed, ass, work

Start slow faster

Mr. Halle Berry

Mr.Take your bitch

Take her from tha club

To tha car to tha d

Superstar

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits

Thick in tha hips every nig want her

Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

She walkin like a model

Hands on your knees

Scrub the ground

She aint nothing but a tease

Halle Berry, Halle berry, Halle berry

Halle Berry, Halle berry

 
Last Emperor....hands down in my mind. First two songs are decently known, last one is one of his gems in my mind though, last verse always gets me.

 
I murder you and laugh

I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path

you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half

you a heathan that rely on the beast

I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest

I shine over beats

a motherfuckin' beast on the mic

I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like

I bleed in a fight, Vinnie like the taste of his blood

and I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug

I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug

dump your body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug

face in the mud, y'all create the facade

that my people have exterminated faith in they god

patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm

go to war for anybody who embraces Islam

I'm gracious and warm, ready for the place in the war

and I'm ready to smash your motherfuckin' face in the floor

Vinnie paz

haha
 
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