Now I'
m gonna do a few comparisons.
Soulja Boy's lyrics
soulja boy up in diz ho, watch me leen an wach me rawk, supahman dat ho, den wach me crank dat robocop, supah
fresh now wach me jock, joccin on dos hatahz mayne, when i crank dat soulja boy i lean to
da left and crank dat thang now YOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!
Tak from Fort Minor's Lyrics
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many mis judge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone`s help, and get some
respectHe`s only focused on what he wrote, his
will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist.
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Soulja boy
Waaah me in maah huuur walk x98
Eminem
Since I'
m in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'
m debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherf***in drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look
stupid as parents
You f***in do-good-less - too bad you couldn't do good at
marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'
m the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
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Soulja Boy
marco polo
marco polo
marcopolomarcopolomarcopolo
Jay-Z
When
pop died didnt cry didnt know em that well between him doin heroine and me doin
crack sells, with that in the egg shell, standin at the tabernacle, rather the church, pretendin to be hurt, wouldnt work, so a smirk was all on my
face, like damn that mans face is just like my
face, so
pop I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through, it wasnt all your fault homie you got caught.
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Ok now that I did all of those comparisons, who do you think can spit better, meaningful lyrics. Soulja boy? I dont think so!