its not an art, its common sense.
something that you obviously lack.

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What do you mean by out right now? You mean has a recent album, is being played on the radio, is active in the scene? What?

Cos I know for a fact kanye west isnt better than eminem... or canibus...

But if by out right now you mean one of the things I stated earlier then yeah I guess he is the best out right now. But how can you try and use that to prove his validity as a rapper? Whoa hes better than 50 cent, and a bunch of crunk fags... Not a hard thing to accomplish.

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Really its common sense?....Okay I willing to bet u 20 bucks if u had ya grandma come in ya bedroom....an get on RV..without giving her any instruction whatsoever...she couldn't even open a thread, let alone quote someone.....does that mean she lacks common sense too?

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Kanye West and Canibus/Eminem are too COMPLETELY different rappers.
they dont even rap about the same shit.
but Kanye West flow and delivery is better than BOTH of theres.
Enimen flows like rock n roll.
JUST GO TO SLEEP BITCH
DIE MOTHAFUCKA DIE
DIE DIE DIE JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
JUST GO TO SLEEP BITCH
WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY CLOSE YOUR EYES!

That looks directly out of a rock n roll song.
Canibus flow is dope, but his emotion isnt no where as good as Kanye's.

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my granny is dead.
she cant do nothin now.
BUT
My mother would be able to.
especially after being on the net for more than a year and having over a 1,000 posts.

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eminems lyrics are nothing like that at all.. Thats more liek one of his hooks. Eminem has one of the best flows ever.

And bis's emotion is good. He raps angry most of the time, and other times laid back, and always puts across the emotion he means to.

Kanye raps about sad shit or inspirational shit most of the time, and he puts those emotions across well. Kanye is shit at rapping angry..

In the end this argument is pretty pointless... if you're more of a mainstream guy, you'll prefer kanye over eminem or canibus, but vice versa if you're more of an underground guy.

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That is called a hook fool.........

Find ANY Kanye lyrics that sound even half this skilled..

Yo.. yo! (* eminem hachs up spit *)
Mic check.. (my dick!)
Testing.. one, two (* eminem hach-spits on mic *)
Ffff-fuck.. (my dick!) my nuts..

My attitude is worse than nwa’s was
I’ll battle you over stupid shit and diss people
Who ain’t have shit to do with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!)
You see me standin outside of your buildin; screamin,
"puffy is good, (hey!) but slim shady is for the children!" (wait!)
I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it
Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like
You’re probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don’t like rap anyway
I’m just tryin to get my porno career started
Every place and event.. +been there, done that+
Shit, dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
(* zipper sound *) "come on, let’s go!"
Want a deal? study these 5 chapters
Lesson one: throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
Lesson two: face em and diss em (whattup dog? )
Don’t give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come with me)
And make em come to your basement and listen
(you’re gonna fuckin check this out)
Lesson three: get a job at a label; switch demos with canibus
And put yours on the owner’s table (here listen!)
Lesson four: ’know you heard this before’
"hey let me get your number; I’ll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don’t act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
Get the whitest a&r you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson five: get a hook-up at jive
Dress up like i.c.p. and have them come see you perform live
And that’s the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain’t
Givin you shit bitch - don’t even bother askin me (get away from me)
Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I’m spittin
Cause I’m always shittin when I’m rappin like master p (unnnggggh!)
Got a blowjob from paula jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (oww!)
Told mya this shit was all about me-ah ("it’s all about me..")
Gave alyssa milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("you’re a dick!")
And all three of my main girls said see-ya
Cause brandy and monica walked in and caught me fuckin aaliyah
(what? oh my god!) I splish splash while I’m takin a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
White trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass ("oh! ooh shady! oooh!")
While you’re out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass

And that aint even some of his best shit....

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LMAO @ just trying to get my porno career started.....thats classic lol

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Yeah.. Find the kanye song thats even nearly as good as this shit..

Ay yo
I sit back with this pack of zigzags
And this bag of this weed
It gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this - on this earth
Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed
And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in its self
To relieve all this tension dispensing me
Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently
All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eating or feedin' my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherfuckin thing
I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly
I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of arguing - I don't mean to mean but it's all I can be
It's just me

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant
And "oh it's just lyrical content!"
The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em
But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb
It's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck
When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull
Cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school
And they blame it on Marilyn - and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
And look at where it's at middle America
Now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is
And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at Rock 'N' Roll stations
And I just do not have the patience
To deal with this cocky Caucasians
Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why? The who, what?
When and where and the how?
Till I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out
You've been driving me crazy, I can't take it
I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole
I'm glad cause

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

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Or this kryo..
Explain how Kanye is skilled enough to live up to this level...

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switchedwallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("Goddamnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hattooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo RootBeer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckinpunks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck,blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!]


Then shut the fuck up with your bullshit about Kanye being dope...

You dont know shit about rap music.........

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that doesnt look dope.
that just looks like some zany wacky, shit.
that shit makes you laugh, its comedy, nothing us.
just because he makes you laughs, it doesnt make him dope. but, since you asked..

N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics
My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem
Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege
My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow
My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this
bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo'
Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes
That's why we here your music gettin fast fo'
Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'

N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee
At NYU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on
campus
Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweli
(You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
I mean
(That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
I mean
(You don't really know him, why is you lyin)
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high

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I figured u would say that an back out of defending ya argue an say sum complete nonsense....ok w/e.....get anyone u know that doesn't kno how to use a cpu...becuz it only requires common sense anybody of average intelligence can do it....so get someone cpu illiterate....an put them on rv...an if they quote someone first try with no coaching whatsoever I'll give u 20 bucks

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wait a sec Will...u said that first EM verse wasnt dope? wtf

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What? Is any of that shit sposed to be dazzling?
Lets move onto canibus...

I stand outside the gates of buckingham palace, selling reefer
Puffing a challice with the beefeaters
Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit
It’ll land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus with the hot shit, ’crazy i. click’
Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this
I’ll increase my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga your rhyme ain’t worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....
Then you don’t need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From princeton, to clapham common
My lyrics invade europe like joseph stalin
And murder niggaz for rhymin, spittin fire
With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as lady diana’s driver
With reporters behind her, alcohol in the hands of
A minor - I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers
Clear the building, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feelin nigga I came here to kill em
Straight shittin’, from new york to great britain,
And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission
What!

Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are jurassic
With more flavor then skittles when not digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with ’no fear’
Like them clothes white boys be wearing
I’m tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain’t a party I couldn’t rock, believe that
There ain’t a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I’m strong my word is ’bond’ like james
Niggas be tryin’ to test but they ’week’ like 7 days
Mc’s run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the earth
In front of halley’s comet. breaking the ’facts of life’ down
Like tudy, I’m raw like sushi, with more vocab, then
Three fucking fugees. so recognize or be hospitalized
Because lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I’m 25!

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some henessey
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I wanna make more bill’s then bellamy
So I could be on mtv, with women constantly telling me
I resemble billy d. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
And when I’m on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in jet magazine
Canibus is the ultimate executioner’s dream
Swinging the guillotine
Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to hell you can tell lucifer I said it
Don’t ever get it confused, fuckin with canibus
The human rubix cube like you got something to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me’ll get booed, and get everything
In the club thrown at you and your crew
From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
If you got a album, out you get hit with your cd too
Runnin’ outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain’t
The gay rapper, but you got fucked by him
What’s the difference, y’all niggas still ain’t in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked, I satan ejaculating on his fingers
Like dirk diggler, in the middle of boogie nights
Sniffin’ white livin’ the hype, he ruined his life
But I’m a mc of a different type, yeah that’s right
Make sure your shit is right, or I’m a snatch your mic
Nigga!

Find the kanye verse that these lyrics dont compleatly shit on 100%....

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