The Greatest Hip-Hop Songs Ever

[pisodinosauro]

Voglio solo chiarire che ci sono decine di altre cose che succedono in questi pezzi e che non ho citato, perche' gia' cosi' mi pareva d'aver scritto davvero troppo. Ad esempio tutta la storia delle copertine dei dischi piene di messaggi, subliminali e non.

E' stata per molti versi la battaglia rap piu' epica di sempre, anche grazie all'uso dei social media e alla grancassa di reazioni, commenti, discussioni che letteralmente ogni streamer del pianeta hip hop ha fatto per settimane.

Io ho cercato, umilmente, di raccontarvela. Conscio che una vicenda di tale portata epica avrebbe meritato ben altra penna. Si parlo con te @pisodinosauro

spiacente, io ed il racconto siamo come il diavolo e l'acquasanta

[faro]

ma n'era meglio continuare a fare power spectra ?

[joe]

dal concerto "Kenny and Friends" di ieri. Guardate prima che lo tirino giu'.

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La lucidità politica in rima

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[supernova]

lo so che il titolo dice le più grandi songs ever e questa è appena uscita, mi perdonerete

[delta]

Guess who’s back
Tell a friend

[supernova]

Ieri sera mi sono rivisto The Gentleman e (non ricordavo) a un certo punto parte questa versione di Shimmy Shimmy Ya.
Mi aspettavo un ohh baby I like it rawww, ciononostante ci sta un gran bene.
Ps ho dovuto linkare sto video di merda perché tutti gli altri non sono riproducibili su altri siti.

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[il_noumeno]

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[Verse 1]
At thirteen I joined cyphers in Boston, I took the train
My first time out the north shore, before tour and the fame
Surrounded by these black and Spanish dudes, middle or late twenties
They could tell I lived a sheltered life, they still chose to respect me
I was timid, they were braver
I would spit, but they were better
Talkin' 'bout much realest things
Dead friends and gang pressure
I would just rap about rappin'
But they still were never haters
Huggin' my mom when they met her
Told her her son's gon' be major (Major, major)
My dad wasn't the bravest
So I looked up to those dudes as real men, my motivation
Way more talented than me
They said the bar that I was chasin'
Fast-forward, I'm the only one who made it
Nah, I'm not supposed to be here



[Verse 2]
My neighbors drive a Tesla, young daughter in the back seat
Get mad when I whip fast down the cul-de-sac happy
My other neighbors are a older couple, maybe sixties
Probably worked their whole life to get that house and drive that Bentley
Four levels, big door, long, tall stairs
On the other side there's a crib like theirs
Three young kids, early twenties, no parents
Every Friday night, eight other cars are next to theirs
And I wonder what they think
Do they even know there's just that one kid paying for it?
The two others are his bros
Getting used to a lifestyle they may never reach alone
They think that I'm doing them a favor, but I don't know
What happens when I wanna move or wanna be alone?
Am I selfish? Do I trick my friends with life that ain't their own?
Five-star meals, cleaning ladies are the norm
I love my fucking dogs, I'd do anything for 'em
I wanna take 'em with me everywhere, that's what I do it for
But are they gon' resent me if one day I can not do it no more?
Feel like I'm trickin' fate and all these blessings might disguise
A spoiled kid with homies
I gotta remind that we're not supposed to be here

[Verse 3]
It could be just coincidence or maybe fate planned it
The house that I moved into with my money from Atlantic was my dream house
Till I realized where I got the dream from
It looked exactly like my best friend's house in seventh grade
The same house I used to steal from
When he was out of town
I used to break in with my older friend and look around
And take anythin' of value that I saw
The most ironic part about it all is that the kid who lived there wasn't just a friend
He was the only kid who convinced me to put my music on the internet
Without him, I never would be on these steps
Now this house is just a stark reminder of the bad friend I've always been
Liar that I've always been, cheater and deceiver still
Lucky motherfucker, but know how to play the victim still
They tell me I fell off and fans defend me, nah, it's okay
I promise, I'm not even supposed to be here in the first place

[Jack l'Irlandese]

Incontrato Questlove a Cannes. Un idolo.