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May 222011
Follow @JoeBudden – Dog that is a REAL track. I done went through the same shit not too long ago. Dizzy broads.
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May 122009
After listening to Joe Budden on JoeBuddenTV vent about his ranking, as well as challenging more then 50 of the other emcees on the list, I decided to take a look at the PDF myself. First and foremost, Joell Ortiz stays calm and collective in the whole video. I commend his professionalism. On the other hand, I’d side with Joe Budden regarding this list; Joe would DESTROY Method Man. Classic or not classic joints. In terms of rapping, Joe is much better than Method Man. Perhaps it was Vibe’s effort to pair rappers accordingly with respect to their style. I don’t know. I didn’t compile the list, nor do I know the author. I can tell you this much; of some of the rappers on the list, some of them have to go.
View the PDF: http://www.vibe.com/bestrapper/BestRapperBrackets.pdf
All I have to say is WOW. Word to my boy Phif for putting me on to Joe in the first place, literally three years ago and I’m just now starting to feel the kid. After listening to this, all I have to say is WOW. I’m not really sure what Saigon could say to respond to this. Anything he does say is automatically going to get the reaction, “dude, you already got killed Sai.” He said “How is he the Yardfather, when I’m the one picking out the grave”. Goddamn.
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Lyrics:
It’s like a lose/lose already my rep ruined
How I beat dude we know will accept losing?
Underachiever was an underachiever
Almost thought that you would come with the Ether
I know he got niggas in his camp like “spaz on him”, gassin him, bafflin him
Real talk, some don’t wanna see ya
Scram shoulda put both hands around ya neck
Said you betta get ya head fucked from under the cleaver
I’m the one that’ll beast ya
You got a gut feeling you hot, I think you can’t stomach a fever
Can’t think of why a wack nigga want it with me for
I leave my mark on you like it’s one of ya features
Ask how I it feel to have Maino face
I’m way ahead man, this ain’t no race
Stop playing, im the bomb with the pen
I’m more like a bomb with no pin
How the fuck is Saigon gonna win?
He a loss of interest
Talking bout my son is senseless
So I make sure the dude can’t see, smell or hear
Can’t touch, can’t taste, now he defenseless
Cuz ain’t a bullet in this world you can bench press
Speak Tahiri, ima speak Austin
The one that’ll suck ya dick if you flossin
Game old bitch that everybody was tossin
The one that you literally begged for that abortion
So we both gone wild, see we both love hoes and that’s just our style
But Sai if you think it’s different my nigga you goin senile
I just kiss mine and yours is the mother of ya child
BLAOH! Shots peel at ya entourage
Nigga couldn’t get a deal on Entourage
How is it harder to be me?
If I lose in real life? But you can’t even win on TV
Me I’m probably iller, probably wit gorillas in ya lobby with the shotti and chinchillas
You a rapper or a bodybuilder?
I’ll have him in the E.R. with Doc trying to put him back together like a body builder
Please tell me why dude Just Blaze signed
Can’t even get a bassline outta BASELINE
Look at the new kid sounding stupid
Nigga I made Just more money than you did
The nerve of the loser
Keep trying to hide weak ass bars behind the working producers
In the word of computers, is he M.I.A.
Cuz he been fell off like Yung Berg on the scooter
So him and his bas’ flow need to lay low
Couple red lights will ruin his whole stage show
And put him on my payroll
How he’s a Yardfather when I’m dictating where the grave go?
Been years, he’s taking L’s still
Turtle couldn’t help him, maybe a shell will
Don’t look like a winner to me
Small meal to a pitchfork, you lookin like a dinner to me
Plus ya diss track sound like a beginner to me
Ya whole shine’s like a dimmer to me
Fight who nigga?
You betta know how we get it in Jerz
Velcro his tongue, hope dude stick to his word
Nigga you’ll be in an ally covered
And you don’t love the kids, you just wanna make us think that you Sally Struthers
I’ll pit you with the worse kind of men
Dudes who become everything they condemn
You’d think that jail learned him a lesson
Until he bragged bout everything he learned in jail
Nah, I don’t think his struggle is lackin
He did a long bid, came home and had trouble adapting
Afraid of adulthood, has trouble relaxin
No choices, had to try his hustle at rapping
Here’s a jewel, maybe you should put ya first disc out on Amazon
Before you go fronting when the camera on
And the poor fans kept the hope
But prison was the only place he was next to blow
So he calls me a fag like he homophobic
Cuz they had him on his knees like “homo, hold it!”
Run around, he screamin “O don’t poke it”
It’s a small world, how you think Joe don’t know it?
Guess there’s where the lies get deeper
Cuz he went in a tight end and came out a wide receiver
There’s bones in ya closet that you can’t hide
Ya fans know you went to jail, me I know why
Sai, you ain’t brollic enough
Somebody better play third wheel and try to stop the fuck
Cuz I’ll put it in 5th gear, like who he gonna threaten next?
Fill his whole body with metal, now he Weapon X
Had the upper hand from go
Shirt always off, “How Does It Feel”, D’Angelo to get naked like a down hooker?
My dudes outta town ‘ll book ya
Ya whole gangsta’s Brown Sugar
With no point to his vlog, had the world waiting
Flexing for ten minutes like he had a girl tape him
Just co-signed for you said you had a classic
Now he got no time for you, wrote you off on taxes
Now he lonely, vulnerable lookin soft
Tried to help him, I been in his shoes, I just took ‘em off
To put it simply, how could he offend me?
I can teach ‘em how to live real major on an indie
So picture dude upsetting me
Stop complaining and take control of your own fucking destiny
He blames radio, blames Atlantic
Craig Kallman, but I can’t blame ‘em they panicked
Nobody scared he’s like hockey, retired for a minute, came back and nobody cared
So for me to take this serious homes
Get Mook, Loaded Lux, Jin maybe Serius Jones
To help write your shit, make it brand anew
If not look for the nation to abandon you
Be mad at yourself and ask yourself
You know I’m a rap giant, why Plax yourself?
Dude went ahead, axed himself
He cut off his nose to spite his face, Mike Jacked himself
Bryan, how the fuck you think less of me?
When you easily the less MC
Thought it’d be fun but that’s deaded to me
This point im battling my own perception trying to beat what’s expected of me
Nino Bless said you was a bull too
But im in widescreen, I aint see that full view
I know how ya hoe ass felt
Make it so you can’t eat, put an extra hole in that belt
Ain’t a gain in site
Coco Chanel ain’t the only nigga that’ll put a pain in his life
Dead weight, get ya head straight
Cut the track off, listen to ya thoughts, checkmate.
You know what? Much respect for Joe Budden for removing yourself from this ridiculous situation. “…You must ask yourself, ‘is the risk better than the reward’?’”; and you’re right. It is not. We can see that you are a much more respectable person. Joe, for madd long I was not feeling your shit. But just to hear you say this, I have a tremendous amount of respect for you.
Illdoctrine gives it his take:
Jan 012009
Damn. I thought this would be the end of this shit. I did not expect to be feeding the fire into this shit, but I thought it was sorta funny, and sorta lame. First and foremost, Ransom ain’t do shit. Secondly, Ransom looks pussy. Don’t get it twisted, I didn’t say I wanted to fight the guy, but he didn’t actually slap anybody. I think the guy new as soon as he opened the door and say the camera, he might get shot, punched, or jumped. Especially the way these guys were quizzing him with their rhetorical questions. All I have to say, how do you roll deep with a group of five, and feel tough because you slapped a single man that was by himself. Dumb! What woulda been ill is if it was one camera man, and Ransom and Ransom slapped him himself.
Lastly, he said that he would fight Joe himself. Then he said, “your boys and my boys”. C’mon, I want a one on one fight.
The blog universe has focused its attention on Ransom and Joe Budden. This formula seems to be overly used right around the time an album drops for an artist that is not getting the amount of buzz they think they deserve. I noticed some sites calling it a YouTube war, due to both of the artists having their own channel where they publish content. I remember back in the day when people took it to the streets, or popped of in clubs. I suppose in this evolution of species and music, people are now finding it out that it’s not worth dying over.
Personally I think both of the rappers are very weak. None of their rhymes I bump in the whip, or plan on bumping in the whip. Ask yourself, or better yet, ask me; name three songs by either of the artist. I look at my monitor with a blank stare fumbling through my mental library. None come to mind.
What I have to say to the blog world, “Who is Ransom? Who is Joe Budden?” Hiphopmusic.com feels that if one doesn’t know who these two guys are, then we should stop listening to hip hop. My response to that, “the durty version listens to good music. not bullshit”.