“Yeah, but ________ is a better song writer.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjjHtSwFPnU

I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like yeah ? right
But you gave me your number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, just to pay for that ? , you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I'd paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
Therefore hard to tell
You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these ? in this house up to something
Selling ? sack by sacks so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled “? ”
Meanwhile the video starts playing
BET college radio and a van
Packed full of ? with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some ? in Decatur
Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life ?
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My ? had a Lex with the gold pack
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much ‘cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only ? it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in mind, at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
Silly once said now, but those were the days
When spring break
And Daytona
And Freakniks
Made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went myself and Big Boi
Well you knew him as Twan
That's right you were around before this ? begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?
And I'd Laughed and they just keep smiling
No, I'm from Atlanta baby
He from Savannah, maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
15-love
Fit like glove
Description is like
15 doves
In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me
How's about you?
How's the lil' kid?
She was about 2 the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I'd start the 2nd album off on another note
Now, that note threw some ? in the hood off
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out
I'd Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor staring
So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
To make bread-Never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
I'd meet muslims, gangstas, ? , rastas, and macaroni ? - imposters
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them phases trying to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
Now you know her
As Erykah on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
You fix it up.. you trick it out.. you give it rims.. you give it bump
You give it all your time because that's all you can think about
..And that's as far as I got

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57j0Sz9DK6Y

[Canibus]
This is the master thesis underneath the deepness //
Come to Mic Club dot net where you can read this //
Run a plot on the map in hyperspatia //
From the Society for Scientific Exploration //
Color is vibration, vibration is sound //
Sound resonates through the mouth, check it out //
What I say vibrates no less than nine ways //
South, South-East, West, South-West, East, North, North-East, North-West //
And the black and white images fade into gray sound waves //
Trap my adversaries like a mouse in a maze //
With a bewildering array of lyrical display //
The best of Bis, orbitally rearranged //
Monoatomic elements with an adept intelligence //
The highest professorship, my English etiquette //
Compels me to not say it if I can’t spell it, ? //
My circularized third eye sees all //
Atlantis was surrounded by four sea walls //
I read one fourth of the Library of Alexandria //
Before it was burned to the floor //
I wish I could have learned more //
About the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw //
They were new millennium, but Euclidean in form //
Ancient in many ways but not nearly as old //
Carved from Egyptian gold, molded in Assyria //
With processed beryllium by the quintillion //
They cooked on symmetrical stoves //
With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted the coal //
And they barbecued birds to the bone //
And they burned incense in a Buckminster-Fuller type dome //
I talked to Mister Fuller over the phone //
And he said he had a contract to rebuild Rome //
He said he didn’t want to do it alone //
I told him I was busy writing poems but I’d think about going //
The process was slow and the doe was low //
But I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow //
Plus I had never traveled that far from home //
But I had heard about the beauty of Cydonian snow //
Neon green grass, statues made from translucent glass //
I’d be crazy to pass, I like Altarian Jazz //
The Blue Twilight Band that plays tunes from a laser black sax //
It sounds so laid back, it helps me relax, I bought the album after seeing K-PAX //
Oh, how I miss my nautilus //
I was told pharyngoamygdalitis did not exist //
You have a modest case of scaphocephalous //
I’ll prescribe some neo-gothic antibiotics //
Words concocted from the lyrical locksmith //
Deadly as ten droplets of Ricin Toxin //
From every angle the competition gets boxed in //
As Dr. C indoctrinates his doctrine //
Translate the English alphabet to the omega text //
Life is now but death is next //
Post bond out on bail in the belly of Hell //
Communicate through diatonic and pentatonic scale //
These dark side tales might effect sales //
I set sail and hunt down ? sperm whales //
Used an aphrodisiac to get a female, called ? , tie her up and drink her gingerale //
Grand Marnier for me, Scotch on the rocks for you //
Your vocab is smaller than a cockatoo’s //
In the studio with James Lipton reminiscing //
About the script that was written before the beginning //
All of a sudden the boos turn to applause //
My jaw is stronger than a Caninde Macaws //
Can’t even count the bars I’ve expended so far //
Don’t want to rap no more, it’s been so long //
I wish the clock would hurry up and tick //
I’m out in the bush and the sticks ? a hundred clicks //
Dr. Scholls gave me a good fit //
Me and him went to school together back in 86 //
When I was really ill //
Putting Planck energy in a rhyme the size of a Tylenol pill //
You want to laugh now? And cast your belligerent doubt //
Show you what poetry is really about //
The side effects will make you pass out //
Followed by skin rash, itching, diarrhea, nausea, and dry mouth //
You want a time out? You better spit a rhyme out //
Before the community of real emcees die out //
College students say to me, You ain’t smart! //
Record label A&Rs say, This ain’t art! //
These are the contents of the covenant of the Ark //
Listen to my chest beat, tell me this ain’t heart //
You’ve got to be as obsequious as the disciples of Jesus //
This is my Master Thesis. //