Nov 12, 2017

An impressively executed Stan sequel, a spiritual mature successor to Kim in Stronger Than I Was, a time machine esque lyricial exhibition on Rap God, and multiple songs displaying his masterful lyricism makes this album better than it gets credit for. You can s--- on the production and the singers all you want but lyrically, this album is amazing and is his most self aware. Theres many glimpses of the cleverness he's shown in his prime


Some of the many poetically deft lyrics witty gems and heavy bars on this album

Spoiler

Behold the final chapter in a saga
Tryin' to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice, the magic that started
It all, tragic portrait of an artist
Tortured, trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts blacker and darker
Than anything imaginable; here goes a wild stab in the dark

The king of nonsense and controversy is on a
Beat-killing spree, Your Honor
I must plead guilty, 'cause I sparked a revolution
Rebel without a cause who caused the evolution
Of rap, to take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
("Hip-hop is the Devil's music")
Does that mean it belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, b----, 'cause it's the

Through the side of a pump, 0 to 60, hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up

Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wick

Good luck tryin' to convince a blonde
It's like telling Gwen Stefani that she sold out
‘Cause I was tryin' to leave, no doubt
In anyone's mind one day I'd go down in history
Think they know now

Only women that I love are my daughters
But sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father
And I push it farther
So, Father, forgive me if I forget to draw the line
It's apparent I shouldn't have been a parent
I'll never grow up, so to h--- with your parents
And motherfuck Father Time
It ain't never gonna stop

A pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his prime
So even if I'm half-dead, I'm half alive
Poured my half empty glass in a cup
So now my cup has runneth over
And I'm 'bout to set it on you like a mothafuckin' coaster

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you, like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though


Still, in my skull’s a vacant empty void
Been usin’ it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory: in this gourde there’s a Ford engine
Door hinge, syringe, an orange
An extension cord, and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four linchpins, an astringent stored
Ironin’ board, a bench, a wrench, a ore
Wench, an attention whor-
Everything but a brain
But dome's off the f---in' chain like an independent store
Something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer (dumber)

My whole career's a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You motherfuckin' (insert insult here)

I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I could yell, the
Other day someone got all elaborate
And stuck a head from a f---in' dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catchin' up with me

No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
Than the model covered in L'Oreal and mace
Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytelling
While the whor- was yelling, "r---!"
'Til her vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face

I believe people can change, but only for the worse
I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic
‘Cause they can't even spin back the curse words
‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, MFer
(r--- your mother! k--- your parents!)

Sometimes I listen
And revisit them old albums often as I can and
Skim through all them b------s
To make sure I keep up with my competition

Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies

I ain't f---in' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba
My albums (albas) just sicker(jessica) than strep with the fever

Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form
Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screaming "f--- the police!" like cop p---
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
f--- top five, b----, I'm top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whor-
And I got an Evil Twin
So who the f--- do you think that third and that fourth spot's for?

And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
‘Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish

And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere
When it fires and I unload, my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly every 60 seconds that go by, so you know I meant it (minute)

They said I was a gimmick
Now I'm the one that those guys mimic

And I've never been known to retreat
From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as f--- but can't even say "Bon appétit!"
‘Cause I don't know what to eat
f---ing microphone or the beat

I'm having a stroke of genius – Elizabeth, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man
And still make a whor- moan, like a thyroid gland

Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain't finished, b----, I meant in half, oil the blades

Promisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in
Ali's my colleague bombin' 'em
Probably end up on top of 'em
Stompin' 'em like Ndamukong
I'm Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian Tomlinson
Flow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waist
You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face

The rap game's god
But the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith
So let these words lift
'Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells
Since yours ain't workin' out

I'll leave you stretched out like a f---in' yawn
So mow the f---in' lawn, your a----s are blades of grass
And I'm f---in' up this whole landscape of rap
The G.O.A.T. just ate eight acres, an eighth of that
Was just to make a path
And take it straight to your favorite rapper

Hes in his mid 40s and he still has bars
If you dont respect the legacy he leaves behind yall can s--- a d-ck. You're gonna harp on him no matter what bars he comes with

 

Nov 12, 2017

Underrated album

 

Nov 12, 2017

No lie, he's a better lyricist than what he was pre-06 but... These great lyrics don't come across aswell because of the production/flows..

 

Nov 12, 2017

Now you love the album, when he drops a new one lol

 

Nov 12, 2017

1. TES
2. MMLP
3. SLSLP
4. Relapse
5. MMLP 2
6. Recovery
7. Infinite
8. Encore

 

Nov 12, 2017

I've been saying this was his 4th classic since it came out and I would get belittled

 

Nov 12, 2017

I’ve loved it for some time now

 

Nov 13, 2017

Don't Front is lyrically superior than alot of his prime stuff tbh

 

Nov 12, 2017

It's my third fav album
Mmlp
TES
Mmlp2 but he raps the best on mmlp2