Album Rating: 5.0

Meat, thanks for clarifying, I'll go ahead and fix my rating shortly

Album Rating: 2.0

It’s bad because the lyrics are atrocious shit, and not a single one of you Stans can quote one single lyric on this entire album to prove me wrong.

-sanest Hopsin fan

Album Rating: 2.0

"Every time I write these words they become a taboo



Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true



Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof



I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice"





Literally fake profound lyricism for idiots lmao. Sounds like a Valentine’s letter I wrote in elementary school lol lmao.



Please break down these bars. What makes them so great exactly? This should be good.

What's yr fave Tom Macdonald song

Album Rating: 5.0

The words as taboo > his typical storytelling is somewhat contrary to popular mainstream where he addresses the inner city problems in a rather abrasive manner (which you so pleasantly described as immature storytelling)

Curved punctuation > fun fact, that's a comma, so the writing continues and he doesn't stop (using a full stop)

Every letter is true > going back to the storytelling aspect, his verses and songs act as letters in a way, yet it also can simply be surface level that every letter he puts into his lyrics are true

Living in the margins and the metaphor is proof > refers to the aspect of the letter (living in that blank space on the side, not being the content most noticeably observed), and the metaphor of living in the margins is proof of who he is

Album Rating: 5.0

Impossible for him, hip hop is dead anyway

Album Rating: 2.0

I left out from mama's with my thumb in the wind

The leaves on the ground, winter's comin again

Solid on the surface as I crumble within

But legends are made out of vulnerable men

So on the brink of death I still manage livin life

Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice

I indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price

No instructions when I was handed this device

But with what I did get, I was more than generous

Put others over self on several instances

But I'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness

And one way or another I shall have deliverance

So I say

I've been travelin for some time {*echoes*}

With my fishin pole and my bottle of shine {*echoes*}

On these long dark dusty roads {*echoes*}

Lookin there's nowhere to go

I guess I gotta hide away, far away

Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way

I gotta hide away, far away

Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way

Ay-ay-ay ay-ay-ay aaay

Nothing could atone for the pain you've endured

The blood you shed is still stainin your velour

You took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor

Only to discover that your savior's manure

Accepted me as kin, put before your younger brother

They put a lot on us hardly knowin one another

I honestly can say that over time I've come to love you

Now we are brothers and together no one can touch us

It haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl

She's an angel on your shoulder helpin us to save the world

This musical marriage is no coincedence

On my mama Timmy baby we shall have deliverance

That song is from after 2000 you fucking LIAR

Lmao

Album Rating: 2.0

Yo—bombageddon, hard-head descendants

Jarhead in the trenches scar heads relentless

You came with farmers, locksmiths, and fools

Czar—what's your occupation? Wroof!

Anytime I'm spittin', the floor rock, the spell's so strong

I catch hate from wizards and warlocks

Boom-bap ambassador, track master hot as Africa sand

Movin' bodies like a human trafficker

What I'm stompin' to harder than an inmate on a conjugal

Launchin' you with rocket fuel, live at the barbecue

Rebel I-N-S provide a spark for you

And I ain't even dig into my arsenal—don't take it personal

You know the biz and you know this is

Thoughts, so much force I'm like Yoda's twin

Fire, I break a sweat in the coldest wind

I'm bad news, they gon' notify ya closest kin

It's a piece of cake
to bake a pretty cake
If the way is hazy
You gotta do the cooking by the book
You know you can't be lazy
Never use a messy recipe
the cake will end up crazy
If you do the cooking by the book

Yes. Some are red, and some are blue.
Some are old and some are new.
Some are sad, and some are glad,
And some are very, very bad.
Why are they sad and glad and bad?
I do not know, go ask your dad, bitch

Album Rating: 5.0

Roses are red, violets are blue

Album Rating: 4.5

didn’t you guys see the sign that said “Do Not Feed The Troll”

Album Rating: 2.0

Fuel and barbecue rhyme you dumbass lol

Album Rating: 2.0

> his typical storytelling is somewhat contrary to popular mainstream where he addresses the inner city problems in a rather abrasive manner his verses and songs act as letters in a way, yet it also can simply be surface level that every letter he puts into his lyrics are true.

> Living in the margins and the metaphor is proof refers to the aspect of the letter (living in that blank space on the side, not being the content most noticeably observed), and the metaphor of living in the margins is proof of who he is



Pretentious gibberish lmao. Typical Kendrick Stan trying to retroactively add meaning to his vapid 60-IQ lyrics.

Album Rating: 4.0

is that hilaryclittongue/lambsbread/the most annoying user on the planet

Album Rating: 5.0

Lambsbread’s child is here to continue the tradition

“ Pretentious gibberish”

Pretentious cause you tried to dunk on it and got an actual answer?