Other Than EMinem whOS THE best White Rapper??
|7 years ago||class of '08 - away - #41|
^ lol. i hope thats a joke young man. if it's not, log off.
Dude is "OK"? Have you heard his verse on , or , or ? He lyrically sh*tS on each of those tracks.
R.A.'s potential is through the roof and would rap circles around anyone in the game (minus Eminem in his prime) ... black, white, mexican, latino, it doesn't matter.
Vinnie Paz is up there too but he just comes off as raw and gritty, not as lyrically talented as R.A. or Em.
Last edited by MAKAVELI2199; 10-04-2008 at 11:32 PM..
|7 years ago||class of '06 - on now - #56|
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, k!lling, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate k!llers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam sh*t
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
s3x, gambling and boozin', all the sh*t is amusing
bi*ches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun sh*t, run sh*t
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, k!ll sh*t
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up k!lling
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bi*ch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no f!ghts
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give
This sh*t is based on the story of his father too so that's about as real as it gets.
The idiot who said that Paz sh*ts on Rugged Man might also want to listen to this song again.
He even outshines G Rap on that last track.