ITT

albums that are praised mostly because of their lyrics

>I'm a black star
>I'm a star star

So deep

that's the point
he didn't even need to make it deep
just sing about your death before dying, and it's gonna be remembered as one of your best albums

Nah I loved the instrumentation on that album
>that key change in blackstar

Fascinating thread idea.
After listening to what is considered the best, I realize lots of it has shit lyrics.
The focus is on the instrumentals and production.
Have a bump, friend.

Albums with good lyrics are bad now?

The bass playing on this album is pretty good

The triple meaning of blackstar is actually pretty clever.

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Pretty sure it's because how fucking cute he was at the time, the follow-up album is more undeniably about the lyrics since there's no fun to be had there

>gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure
>my bough never breaks
>I don't stumble into anything
>So I climb and I carve my initials with that feather I found
>but it's all so contrived
>My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage, but I know how this will end
>in apologies and ink on the page

That album is praised more because he died than because of the lyrics

A large portion of hip-hop.

>hit the switch, the DJ plays the fine dish and adjusts the high-pitch level
>Hint to miss, hand your girl the wine list, she smells of hibiscus petals
>Get a wince, and they think we're timeless and start singing along to our pirated downloads
>Admit the shit, I've never been that social, most the time I'm disheveled
>Is this it?
>Since it's Fear of a Black Tangent do I got to call white kids devils?
>It's the pits, or do I got to say nature's ovaries are bleeding at a poetry reading?

That's not praised for the lyrics, it's praised for the story behind it.

and the story was told by nothing but lyrics

>the higher that the monkey can climb
>the more he shows his tail
>call no man happy 'till he dies
>There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
>God builds a church
>The Devil builds a chapel
>Like the thistles that are growing
>'round the thunk of a tree
>All the good in the world
>You can put inside a thimble
>And still have room for you and me

>Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do
>If these niggas animals, then I'mma have a mink soon
>Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
>I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
>And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
>But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
>Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it
>Young Money, Cash Money
>Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"

>Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna

>People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
>Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
>You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
>I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate

I CAN'T GIVE

EVERYTHING

AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Best song

Adore that song.