50 Cent

Get Rich Or Die Tryin' sold 11 mil, almost to 3 mil wit The Massacre and hasnt even been a month, Tupac is the greatest, i love his stuff, but his last album didnt do much to the charts....

 
It's just proof positive that mainstream rap is worthless and lacks any meaningful content.
it's sad but true, nowadays mainstream rap is pure garbage and has no signifigance whatsoever, all you here is how much money and jewelry he or she has and how they keep it real and stay drunk in the club, where is the logic to this and where is hip hop going.....thank god for the underground

 
Hot as in popular, yes. But no, he doesnt have the rap game on lock, he has the pop game on lock. If you like 50 cent for anything other than catchy party music, you have very immatured music taste //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/crap.gif.7f4dd41e3e9b23fbd170a1ee6f65cecc.gif

Your never immature for the kind of music you listen to...Don't listen to this kid!

Yeah 50 is very good

 
my fault, i didnt kno yall enjoyed listenin to 'noise'

I got a hit ya, its ya trigger finger, ***** its a killa in me not to spray that shit

I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every motha****a out this *****

I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit

I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
Well, if that's what you consider a well written "song", more power to ya. But to me, that's just worthless babbling nonsense. God forbid he actually write something that requires an inkling of thought or something that actually has some intellectual or meaningful substance.

Sorry, but with lyrics like that, 50 cent is horribly overrated and getting making WAY too much money considering the quality of his work.

 
Originally Posted by Echo42987Your never immature for the kind of music you listen to...Don't listen to this kid!

Yeah 50 is very good
thats not always true. theyre called trends. look at the music from the early 90's. back then everyone loved it. but now people think of it as a joke. this happens to alot of mainstream music. times change and so will peoples taste in music. eventually no one will give a **** about 50 except for a few . i am one of the few who still listens to Too Short's older albums released in the 80's and early 90's.

 
show me some serious lyrics then...

I find that I can see a light at the end down

Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.

Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here

I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.

The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.

As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own

A million light reflections pass over me

It's source is bright and endless.

She resuscitates the hopeless

Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams.

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt

Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism

I must crucify the ego before it's far too late

I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

So crucify the ego before it's far too late

To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical

And you will come to find that we are all one mind

Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough

Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

lets me see.

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

drawn beyond the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must

Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

lets me see there is so much more and

beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

drawn outside the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.

Reaching out to embrace the random.

Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to

I embrace my desire to

feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow

to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,

to bathe in the fountain,

to swing on the spiral

to swing on the spiral

to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to **** it in.

I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.

what ever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.

We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away

mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,

pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion

disintegrating as it goes testing our communication

the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so

we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down

no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to

point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.

To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

And the circling is worth it.

Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting

I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing

Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

between supposed lovers

between supposed brothers.

And I know the pieces fit.
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.

Is this a test?

It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.

Draining patience. drain vitality.

this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no rewards to reap,

no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.

I'm gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal

The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.

I still may. And I still may.

Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,

no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may. And I still may. And I still may.

I'm gonna wait it out.

I'm gonna wait it out.

Gonna wait it out.

Gonna wait it out.
Something has to change. Undeniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear. Constant over stimulation numbs me and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don't want it. I just need it. To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive. Finger deep within the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. I can help you change tired moments into pleasure. Say the word and we'll be well upon our way. Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within youtill you will not have me any other way. It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don't want it. I just need it. To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive. Knuckle deep inside the borderline. This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Relax. Slip away. Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all? I'll keep digging till I feel something. Elbow deep inside the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Shoulder deep within the borderline. Relax, turn around and take my hand.
you're such an inspiration for ways that i will never ever choose to be.oh so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you.

Fuck your god.

he did this, took all you had and left you this way.

still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit. never thought to question why.

it's not like you killed someone.

it's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.

praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed.

he did it all for you.

oh so many ways for me to show you how your dogma has abandoned you.

pray to your christ, to your god.

never taste of the fruit,

never stray, never break,

never choke on a lie,

even though he's the one who did this to you

thought to question why

it's not like you killed someone.

it's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side.

talk to jesus christ as if he knows the reasons why he

did this all to you.

he did it all for you.
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Your never immature for the kind of music you listen to...Don't listen to this kid!
Yeah 50 is very good
Learn english fool!

I said your music taste is immatured... mature has more than one meaning, if you went to school, you would know saying something is immatured means it is not fully developed. IMHO, if you like 50 cent, thats fine, I'm not calling you immature, I'm simply observing trends I've seen. You may start off likeing 50 cent, but you will eventually get tired of his repetative lyrics and move onto more meaningful music.

And I disagree a newly recorded tupac album would sell more than 50 cent. 50 cent has a fanbase of very young kids to mid-20's people of all races and genders. Tupac's fanbase is more older teens to mid-20s, mostly male, and less popularity over many races.

And I wouldnt be so quick to think those tool lyrics are deep and meaningful, most artists admit to totally making up deep sounding lyrics just for that effect. Unless you can interpret all those deep sounding lines to a layman, they dont mean anything.

 
please dont get me started, i asked for lyrics, not some screaming depression bull.....
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You obviously 1) have never listened to Tool or APC (he hardly ever "screams"), and 2) don't comprehend the lyrics //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif

But sure, I can see how using the word nigga, referencing your type of gun, and talking about what kinda "shoes ya rollin' on" in every sentence really makes for a much better and more meaningful song //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/rolleyes.gif.c1fef805e9d1464d377451cd5bc18bfb.gif

 
Learn english fool!I said your music taste is immatured... mature has more than one meaning, if you went to school, you would know saying something is immatured means it is not fully developed. IMHO, if you like 50 cent, thats fine, I'm not calling you immature, I'm simply observing trends I've seen. You may start off likeing 50 cent, but you will eventually get tired of his repetative lyrics and move onto more meaningful music.

And I disagree a newly recorded tupac album would sell more than 50 cent. 50 cent has a fanbase of very young kids to mid-20's people of all races and genders. Tupac's fanbase is more older teens to mid-20s, mostly male, and less popularity over many races.

And I wouldnt be so quick to think those tool lyrics are deep and meaningful, most artists admit to totally making up deep sounding lyrics just for that effect. Unless you can interpret all those deep sounding lines to a layman, they dont mean anything.

Music is always the same and it will never change. Just somethin' you listen to. And of course you know I didn't go to school so DUH //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/laugh.gif.48439b2acf2cfca21620f01e7f77d1e4.gif

And lyrics I guess in many ways can mean one thing to one person and other thing to another person.

So whether or not they fully comprehend them, it's just the way they feel about the way the song was put out there.

 
squek, what i do comprehend is that those lyrics arent selling like 50, who the hell is tool and apc? 50 must be doin somethin right, cmon, he's selling albums, ppl are goin out to stores and payin about $15 for 22 tracks of feel good music, cmon who wants to be depressed listening to ur nobody bands?

 
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