this isn't even an argument you didn't say anything at all in this long winded quarter assed post, like you said nothing constructive or of any value, nothing. ha u dumb ha, b****es really think they smart. I want an a***ysis not a synopsis.

I found synopsis friend

I loved Jay E when I was young and always hated the posthumous BIG projects. But there’s gonna be a day where you look in the mirror and ask yourself: “Do I want to listen to this 40 year old quoting Big lyrics mixed with the Quran? Or should I just listen to the albums of Big’s old vocals that Puff put over awful early 2000s beats?” And I have to think when you get there, you’ll reach the same conclusion I did

Ironically OP invited disrespect onto his favorite artist by trying to say he’s objectively the best which is just completely false

he goes the hardest out of those and Lupe literally called him his master

As if Nas didn't wash Hov on Success with deeper bars, more raw flow, and a cooler presence on the track

Y'all stay underrating and disrespecting Nas

All our Santas carried them hammers
Our guidance counselors was talented scramblers
Spiritual leaders, ran a number hold
Tycoons moved in vests, and kept a money roll
We brought the noise, gun’ll bust, none of us altar boys
With army issue harm a tissue, we ain't walk with toys
The rawest from any war is one if New York deploys
Made Orphan Annies like all the families court destroys
It's the elder man, sold things pray I never sell again
Son trust, bum rush if they ain't let us in
The lepers infected us, said it was medicine
Where life's tribal, fight for survival, that's all it's ever been
Nothing blessed, even the bonds of friends are tested
Would you surrender if you did it but your man's arrested?
Our peacekeepers bust they guns repeated
Our caregivers stole everything we needed
It's D-Day, each week in BK you see us here grimacin'
Never marinate on beef you don't plan on finishin'
'Cause every effort's for the record, we ain't here scrimmagin'
Soon as son start shinin', they tryna diminish him
They nay behavior made us braver, thicker armor
Ain't kill who you aimed at, came back quick as karma
So par, so far haven't missed in the midst of drama
Now I notice 'em pick me up at they lowest, it's a honor
A monk swore a vow of silence to the jakes
Our yogis did stretches upstate
Our Sir Lancelot's at round tables cuttin' eighths
Our mogul just caught another case
Started with less, then progressed to bare minimum
Can't just happen upon no chips, gotta be here winnin' em
That's what food is for, hungry if you lose or draw
Every session I'm pressin' to press jewels galore
Used to violate tryin' make, that's what every move was for
The only particular mission of the crew was accruin' more
With impressive steel, dressed to kill, you know the lifestyle
Hit the curb to serve the early bird, and the night owl
To fix these broken pockets, had to break some hearts
Can't be bothered to hit your target, gotta make some marks
Quiet and frigid disposition, growin' up in the cold
Surprised I ain't get high from what I was low enough to behold
Like when Pops shot at the neighbor's shop, put one in his head
He knew how he grew me, threw me the gun, a hundred, and fled
Didn't play, 'fore po' arose dispose of exhibit A
How I was raised, I aged a few years in a day
If not elite, didn't eat if you didn't pray
As much as I heal, had to deal, all my scars are here to stay
Our senseis spent days peddling
Our heroes sold heroin

Tried the stove top to hop off the old block
None chipped in to save me
During my reign what I showered is gifts for the baby
Gears of war years before I enlisted with Navy
Too many struggling loved ones to ever sit in Mercedes
From that population where spread love's the obligation
For a good span my hood ran like a sovereign nation
But then D-Day planes dropped off 'caine to freeways
Them pounds made battlegrounds in tenements and PJs
For economy many fought D's in the street disastrous
Ironically many bought a Jesus piece or a Lazarus
Even friends in the frenzy became ravenous
Brothers named universal, wise, supreme became savages
It's said the common thread with our enemies
Is we was all men in need with no amenities
Couldn't sit in peace, we each hit the streets for remedies
Through the hatred accumulated a hundred arms, we was centipedes
The stress of empty pantries kept us antsy
And all our essentials essentially in a shanty
Could give scripture but that big picture is what you can't see
Every grain I spelt is what helped enhance me
Went from gun waving to saving lives
Now I give sight to the blind just for the 85
That's what I was in the line of scrimmage
Lost some folks of course, that growth redefined percentage
Doomed in the womb, surprised I ain't see a hanger
Start questioning affection when all you see is anger
But now I'm in good hands
Surrounded by good women, good babies, good mans
I'm in good hands
Surrounded by good women, good babies, good mans

This took sacrifice, much loss before the gain
Paid a drastic price, misfortune and disdain
Framed a shattered life, the forfeits and the pain
All the saddest sights, the coffins and the stains
On days wish I could save the children that we was
Be there spare they eyes from all the killings and the d****
Steppin' and protectin' them from feelin' any slugs
Many ways mediate, the savior healin' any grudge
'Cause in and out the lab bouts was bad, so habits grew
The steel cold, you don't grow real old actin' new
And you can count from all my accounts, the stats is true
To think some was tickled pink when we was beat black and blue
A knave to say we show it sympathy cause I know essentially
All the dastard actions that was happenin', I was meant to see
Dug a lot of work when I was broke and inoperative
Felt a lot of hurt before I spoke this provocative
Heart was ice for that cream tryin' to scoop money
Now breathe for seeds, whether you throw dirt or root for me

Those three verses alone

You're lying, or wrong, or your argument is dumb, could also be not coherent enough. Pick one. Hella corny, but think about it.

that’s what I’m sayin, bro is definitely trolling

You're def a troll tho

Fam even if I am, this topic is serious to me and idk why you won’t offer a solid explanation of your point instead of these one liners. Between you and me I like to rustle the jimmies of drake stans every now and then, but my presence on this site isn’t strictly on some troll s***, I’ve been here since 07 and I’ve known of you and had respect for you for a decade. I definitely like to have fun on here but this isn’t really one of those times, I’m trying to understand your point and legitimately argue against it

I love Jay Elec’s body of work so much. Getting Act 2 was a really special moment for me and Real Magic in particular has really been helping me with my current mind state

I would never argue with someone saying he was their GOAT

The reason I’m arguing with you is because you’re saying so firmly that he’s the objective GOAT. And I have two issues with that because it’s very clear to me that 1. There is no GOAT and 2. If we are to try and use objective measurements to somehow determine a true GOAT, it cannot under any circumstances be Jay Electronica.

You really connect with dude and I respect that. The artist who connected with me most in the blog era was Charles Hamilton. I’ve spoken with him directly multiple times and to me, he put out at least 20 perfect classic albums in 2008 and 2009 alone. He has made more music than anyone in history besides Lil B and Viper (which are debatable) and in my opinion he has more classic albums than any other rapper has albums.

But am I going to make a thread saying he’s the objective GOAT just because I connect with him most, just because he saved my life on multiple occasions? No because I’m not delusional. Once you try to make it objective, all this “well this song is better” stuff goes out the window. The closest we can get to objectivity in music is mass subjectivity. That’s just the fact of the matter. You saying Better In Tune With The Infinite is better than Ice Ice Baby means less than nothing if we are attempting to take it into an objective place

Your desire to make art objective is understandable, but it’s also surprising to me that you don’t see how pointless and futile it is

If you think there’s an objective GOAT then that’s you

But then to think that the answer would be Jay Electronica, an answer clearly based on your feelings and no objective measures? Lmao maybe you are trolling me

The objective measure is his rapping ability.

Please enlighten me on how you objectively measure rapping ability. Oh that’s right, you f***ing can’t, and you’re not going to offer an explanation on how you can, you’re going to give another one liner that you think is clever

Biggie’s albums reached a worldwide audience and were huge commercial successes with actual hit singles. Also,both of his albums are 100% complete with one of them being a classic double album. Not the same

Nah he lacks emotion in his delivery tho

Andre gotta be the best hip hop artist of all time rapping and singing hands down

jay is nice and I mean like top 10 nice for me personally but shiny suit theory he rapped his ass of but hov washed him off delivery alone

This is only funny because it’s true

dam.

Lol why he sum that nigga whole life up in one post

I got into an argument with Lupe on Twitter about the same thing. People who are convinced there is one way to rap well will never get it

it really does describe his post history, legendary exposal.

The fact he found a way to use f***ing Jay Electronica to self-validate is amazing tbh

post way too real

he the best at connecting with the human experience yet his human reach is so limited