Alright, so anybody that knows me can see that this could easily be titled 'The Blowout.' DJ Kno, of Cunninlynguists, is not only one of my favourites on the boards, he is officially one of my favourites behind the mic. The verse showcased here is undeniably genius. 50 on the other hand is one of my most hated artists in a long time. If any rap fans read this, I do expect a backlash, but I stand by it. Maybe 50 can rhyme, I'm not going to lie and say I'm the authority on everything 50, but this verse obviously loses out.
First up is DJ Know: 'Cunninlynguists - Things I Dream' (Dirty Acres)
Fumblin with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingers
Become infected with feeling, so I'm electing this evenin
To end my life without reason, cus I'm indicted for treason
Closin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedin
Cus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetin
With Jesus seeking redemption, but he don't need my repentance
For he who feels my intentions, sees that my deepest depression
Is feeding me to these demons, that lurk and feed on my essence
The pain is deep in my chest, and I keep repeatin my blessins
Ever since a meek adolescence, that saw me beaten by freshmen
Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers
They used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretions
So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection
And gettin lost in the music, is only soothin for stretches
Cus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these records
You'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you
(see the things I dream)
Become infected with feeling, so I'm electing this evenin
To end my life without reason, cus I'm indicted for treason
Closin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedin
Cus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetin
With Jesus seeking redemption, but he don't need my repentance
For he who feels my intentions, sees that my deepest depression
Is feeding me to these demons, that lurk and feed on my essence
The pain is deep in my chest, and I keep repeatin my blessins
Ever since a meek adolescence, that saw me beaten by freshmen
Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers
They used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretions
So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection
And gettin lost in the music, is only soothin for stretches
Cus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these records
You'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you
(see the things I dream)
I really don't know what to stress first in this verse. I will start with the deep, almost haunting personal feel that this verse has, mix that with the amazing vocabulary and you have an amazing rhyme. But that's not all, lets break down how the verse actually comes together. Not only does he have every half line rhyming, but each rhyme is similar. So close in fact, that on first listen you could swear every word he utters rhymes. I will admit that this is one of my favourite verses of all time, along with some of the most impressive verses form other emcees. Now we will look at lines 6-9 and we'll see that he seemlessly switches to the regular a-b-a-b rhyming scheme. Then transitions into a something that seems like everything rhymes and nothing rhymes simultaneously. If you have any doubts, listen to the song, it's the last verse, you will see what I`m talking about.
Next up 50 Cent: '50 Cent - Heat'
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
Next up 50 Cent: '50 Cent - Heat'
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
Hate me all you want, it must be known that 50 can't rhyme. I'm not even going to mention the TWO videos that he has for this song, and how horrible they are, but instead just stick to dissecting this rhyme. Ok everyone, let's look at they rhyming scheme of this verse. Oh look, line 1 and line 2 rhyme . . . wait a minute . . . those words look similar . . . almost as if they're the same word. Oh my . . . they are the same word, and this happens for the next seven lines! Enough about that, even good lyricists have been known to use this technique from time to time. Let's regroup at line 10. From here on out it looks like he grabbed a rhyming dictionary, pointed at a word, took the first word that rhymed, and ran with it. 'Hood rhymes with Good, well done Curtis' his 1st grade teacher said while smiling patronizingly 'Game also rhymes with Same, good word recognitiong Curtis.' And if I might say something, 'shackles of motherfucking chains'! Are you for real, I wrote poems in highschool better than this.
Alright, at the end of this debacle, we have a clear winner. I feel like I should have kept DJ Kno in my back pocket for when I had a viable competitor, and maybe he will surface again, but until then my friend, enjoy the non-existent trophy. Don't get to proud though, 50 might just pull out his machine gun. You know 'machine gun shells gone tear ya back up.' Enjoy it Kno, you deserve it.
Alright, at the end of this debacle, we have a clear winner. I feel like I should have kept DJ Kno in my back pocket for when I had a viable competitor, and maybe he will surface again, but until then my friend, enjoy the non-existent trophy. Don't get to proud though, 50 might just pull out his machine gun. You know 'machine gun shells gone tear ya back up.' Enjoy it Kno, you deserve it.
