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Lyrics are easily the most important part of music for me, which is probably the reason i love rap music so much.
One of my favorite examples of excellent lyricism would be the second verse of Kool G Raps "Executioner Style":
"I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this
Right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded
'Cause G. Rap ain't that n*gga that try to play so n*gga lay low
Or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fuckin' around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spittin' out the lead see, to split your fuckin' head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin' to split your cabbage like a savage
And put two in yo' ass bitch
And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills z for thrills
'Causin' crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocket in your eye socket
So raise up queers, and say your fuckin' prayers
I've been killin' for years, huntin' motherfuckers like reindeers
If one n*gga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM)
Opened his motherfuckin' ass like the Grand Canyon
Layin z like towel when I gets wild and fouol
I'm killin' executioner style"
One of my favorite examples of excellent lyricism would be the second verse of Kool G Raps "Executioner Style":
"I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this
Right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded
'Cause G. Rap ain't that n*gga that try to play so n*gga lay low
Or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fuckin' around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spittin' out the lead see, to split your fuckin' head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin' to split your cabbage like a savage
And put two in yo' ass bitch
And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills z for thrills
'Causin' crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocket in your eye socket
So raise up queers, and say your fuckin' prayers
I've been killin' for years, huntin' motherfuckers like reindeers
If one n*gga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM)
Opened his motherfuckin' ass like the Grand Canyon
Layin z like towel when I gets wild and fouol
I'm killin' executioner style"