So it has come to my attention that underground rap is better than main stream rap.

[Londoner]

Originally Posted by FakeRazor Best lyrics ever in a rap song: Gang Starr - Moment of Truth They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do, you always gotta watch muthafuckers around you. Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof, we all must meet our moment of truth. The same sheisty cats that you stayed with, and do your thang with, can set you up and wet you up nigga peep the language. It's universal, play with fire it might hurt you, or burn you. Lessons of lessons you should learn through Let's face facts; although MCs lace tracks it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back. That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust, it's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeopardize, what I have done up to this point So I'm'a get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate or else we'll die You know I be the master of the who, what, where, and why See when you're shining, some chumpss'll want to dull ya Always selfish jealous punks, who want to pull ya, down, just like some shellfish in a bucket cuz they love to see your ass squirm like a worm But just as you'll receive what is coming to you, everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, therefore i cannot dispute, that everyone must meet their moment of truth. Actions have reactions don't be quick to judge, you may not know the hardships people don't speak of. It's best to step back, and observe with cooth, for we all must meet our moment of truth. Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near, don't fear, things get severe for everybody everywhere. Why do bad things happen, to good people, seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil The situation that I'm facin, is made amazin, to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplating in my bedroom pacing, dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin. Suicide? nah. I'm not a foolish guy, don't even feel like drinking, or even getting high. Cuz all that's gonna do really, is accelerate, the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I been through a whole lot of other shit before, so I ought to be able, to withstand some more. But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turning red and yo, I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind. I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine my only crime, was that I'm too damn kind And now some scandalous muthafuckers want to take what's mine, but they can't take the respect that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they never stop the furious force of my rhymes, so like they say, every dog has his day, and like they say, God works in a mysterious way, so I pray, rememberin the days of my youth, as I prepare to meet my moment of truth (echo) (background from "Who's Gonna Take the Weight?" by Gang Starr) You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free... Yo, I got one lyric pointed at your head for starts, another one is pointed at your weak ass heart Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines you're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes. Crack the spines of the fake gangstas, yeah the bitin triflin niggas, and the studio prankstas Yo lookin at the situation plainly, where you remain G, or will you be looked upon starangely? I reign as the articulator, with the greater data, revolving on a tascam much stupid than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphors, I explore more, to expose the core A lot of MCs, act stupid to me, and we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity, but anyway it's just another day, another fake jack I slay with my spectac rap display. Styles, smooth but rugged, you can't push or shove it, you dig it and you dug it cuz like money you love it. The king of monotone, with my own drone, righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones. Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight, your image and your business, were truly not done right. Throw up your hee I live now, divine saviors, you got no hand skills there ain't nobody that can save ya; no pager, no cellie, no drop-top Benzie, I came to bring your phony hip hop, to an ending. My art of war will leave you soft from the abuse, cuz you must meet your moment of truth. They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do, you always gotta watch muthafuckas around you No one is untuchable, no man is bulletproof, we all must meet our moment of truth (echo)

Wow, thanks for that, that was just the kind of song i needed at this point, listened to it on youtube and thats my favourite rap song ever tbh.