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Eazy E is the best rapper of all time

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Yeah, 90's is the best era for a lot of my favorite entertainment stuff. Best rap, best pro-wrestling, best alt-rock, great sports, and lots of other stuff.



How? He made one of the best rap albums of all time, and a lot of people still see him as a joke because of what a tremendous failure he was after that album. I think the comments on him being a great rapper are justified, it's just that he's not really a consistent rapper...or perhaps he was a one album wonder.

God's Son is great, Life is Good is great, and Illmatic is the GOAT. So, no. No no no no no no no. Not overrated, at all.
 
Now that I think about it, I should make a Percee P appreciation thread. Not many know about him, yet he's been around peddling his mixtapes since the late 80s.
 
And almost half of Life After Death was trash, get at me. Next thing I know you guys will start praising the 2nd disc of All Eyez On Me or something.
 
I feel like we're mentioning everybody

Reasonable Doubt love time

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This is another argument, but for the sake of discussion let's say 36 Chambers is universally agreed to be the best album of all time by a rap group (not solo artist). How would that not make them the best group of all time? Even if there's a group that has the second and third best rap group album of all time, they don't have the overall best.

EDIT: I think I misinterpreted the intentions of the post I quoted, but I'll leave this up anyway.

I wouldn't, but calling someone the greatest is an accolade given on an individual basis

The thing is, none of us can really legitimise who we think is the best. I think Black Thought is up there for having dropping consistently good verses for more than 10 years, but has he dropped anything of the calibre of Illmatic? I wouldn't say so. How important that is varies depending on the person.

I'd rather have 4 CDs of an artist I like than 1 that I'd have to bump to eternity, if that makes sense. I'd just get bored
 
I'm not saying that Life After Death was terrible or anything, just that it wasn't all classic. It's not Illmatic or Ready to Die tier.
 
I thought we all agreed Hopsin was in the last thread
Yes definitely this. Ill mind of Hopsin 5 is the deeper rap track ever. He talks about stuff other rappers would not touch, and does it with a level of skill that's unmatched.

#JesusPiece is going to be the best rap album of this year only because Hopsin ain't releasing till 2013.

#ILLMIND.
 
Krayzie Bone

As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood
I begin to hear noises comin' from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window
Is it paranoia from the indo?

OG gamer bros
 
Yes definitely this. Ill mind of Hopsin 5 is the deeper rap track ever. He talks about stuff other rappers would not touch, and does it with a level of skill that's unmatched.

#JesusPiece is going to be the best rap album of this year only because Hopsin ain't releasing till 2013.

#ILLMIND.

Hopsin the GOAT
 
Nas and Rakim would be the 2 off the top of my head I would call GOAT before any other rappers. Sure Big is up thier but man...some of the stuff Nas and Rakim spit was incredible..

Rakim straight SHITS on any rapper with these 2 songs alone...

I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
’cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, yes y’all!
They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small
Cool, ’cause I don’t get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother’s done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don’t need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I’m raging, ripping up the stage and
Don’t it sound amazing ’cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz it’s sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you’re stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
Cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend rakim
Spread the word, ’cause I’m in
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can’t solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that’s thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I’ll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? beware, it’s the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain’t stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I’m fiending for a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend...

After 12, I’m worse that a gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain’t the cinemas of tales from the darkside,
By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
Make way ’cause here I come....
My dj cuts material....
Grand imperial.
It’s a must that I bust any mic you’re hand to me,
It’s inherited, it’s runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull’s back,
If that don’t slow ’em up, I carry a full pack.
Now I don’t want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn’t keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and gentleman, you’re about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can’t relax see, i’m
Hype as a hyperchrondriac ’cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke
More than dope, you’re trying to move away but you can’t, you’re broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I’m the remainder!
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And I’m a hit’cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you’ll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend

and of course..

Sip the juice cuz I got enough to go around,
And the thought takes place uptown
I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk,
And then taught to hawk New York-
I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn,
Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken,
Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down,
Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.
Time to bulid my juice back up-
Props back up, suckers get smacked up
Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about
Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out
Shaking em up, waking em up
Raking em up, breaking em up...
Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if I know the ledge

Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here
I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer;
Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased,
If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.

Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one-
And give a brother a fair one!
Stay alert and on "p's".
And I do work with these- like Hercules,
Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall.
Smooth but I move like an army
Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness
'Cause I don't like stress
Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand
Nutting's gonna stop the plan
I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
Black Gambino, die like a hero
Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge
Let's see if I know the ledge!

Shells lay around on the battleground
Dead bodies are found throughout the town.
Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, I'm a
Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
Rip the block like a buckshot,
Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,
No remorse when a life is lost
I paid my dues- paid the cost!
...And my pockets are still fat,
Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat.
Even if my crew steep with one deep
I attract attention, people like to peep
So come say hi to the badguy
Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die!
'Cause I get loose and I got troops
And crazy juice!
In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini
Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me.
I'm at war alot, like Anwar Sadat..
But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.
When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear,
Areas in fear but this here's a fear!
Living life too close to the edge
Hoping that I know the ledge....

A brand new morn, no time to yawn
Shower's on, power's on
Late for school, I catch the train
Girls sip "Cristal" and whisper my name
I push up like an exercise,
Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the best one, pull her to the side
Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
Read my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool
Just meet me after school,
We can moan and groan until your mom come home ,
And you be calling me Al "dope" Capone.
Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose-
Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
Cause alot of niggaz hate me
Coming out of the building, they set me up
Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up
In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge
I guess I didn't know the ledge....

And Nas carries the torch with shit like THIS!

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug
CB4 Gusto
Your luck low
I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out
Get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch
I got the gauge out
Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range
Empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my Dunns
Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring
Yo, let me let y'all niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love
So there can only be one King
The highlights of living
Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinning on Milleniums
Twenty G bets I'm winning them
Threats I'm sending them
Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians
A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
Fucking me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit

I peeped you fronting
I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumping
Across the street you was wilding
Talking bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin something told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit fore the cops come
Then they came askin me my name, what the fuck
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely hear me
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's sipping Coors
On all floors in project halls
Contemplating war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But a thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, word up

Game over...the original GOAT and GOAT jr.
 
Not even top 10.

Also, Kanye is top 20. You heard me. Andre 3000 isn't getting enough love (for his earlier years, fuck modern Dre).
 
Eazy E was a terrible rapper. He didn't write his own lyrics. He couldn't make it through a verse without fucking up. Sure, you might like the end result on the track, but there's no way he can be called "best of all time".

This is a section of an article by The DOC, where he's talking about ghost-writing "We Want Eazy": -

That was the first day I ever went to the studio with Dre in Cali, in 1988. Dre pulled up the track and said, 'Doc, you got something?' Eazy, Ren and Yella were there -- Cube wasn't around a lot. [The song] took me 15 minutes to write. When you're 19 and excited, that shit comes out of you like piss. Eazy started learning it -- that took a day or two. He wasn't the most talented motherfucker in the world; it generally took him 12 hours to get through a verse. But when he got it it was good, and pretty soon the song was every-fucking-where. That's a testament to Dre, who taught me 95 percent of what I know.
 
Biggie is the GOAT. Argue bout his lack of material if you want, but when it comes down to it I think he's the most skilled rapper ever, and one of the most skilled song makers ever in hip hop.
 
Biggie is the GOAT. Argue bout his lack of material if you want, but when it comes down to it I think he's the most skilled rapper ever, and one of the most skilled song makers ever in hip hop.
I agree. He only has one album out, Finally Famous and it's a classic.

His mix tapes are all amazing too.

Biggie Sean's is the GOAT.
 
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