My reasoning, is a lil bit complicated and it is only an opinion:
Whoever states their life path truth outloud is a poetic pimp, even if their production suck back in the day. Some of these cats were straight up pioneers but were slept on because of the timeframe. greatness is something that has been acomplished, not "produced" or "compressed" by a bunch of equipment in today's studio. I'm talkin about people who have an innate talent to just spit everything that's on their mind, no matter what anybody thinks, even if it shocks the fucc outta some with an absolute flow that can't be denied.
Esham hit my ears around the time I was starting to get angry about the forever weakening of hip hop in general, when I was about 15... I saw the shit in a bubble records and just knew that the wicket shit will never die.
<font color=red>ESHAM Can't take it witcha:
"you might get you a house, a woman, or maybe a baby, if you don't go crazy first.
And tell me what's worse, bein broke or a hearse, huh, money is a black man's curse.
but still, we got ta have dolla bills,
cuz if I can't see it then the shit ain't real.
where I live, crackhead heaven twenty fo seven,
no hope for the city of dope.
there ain't no heaven, and god don't like my hood,
cuz my hood is hell and it ain't no good.
got money to the ceilin, oh what a feelin, O.G dealin, caps get peeled and, whats next,
hoes want sex for some checks,
pussies gettin wrecked, dick shoved through they neck,
get the hex, you gets no respect,
so we hitcha, broke your love like picture, ho you can't take it witcha.
You can't take it witcha, no love, no lust,
no one, no gun, no cap to bust,
all the things in life you've ever had,
gettin zipped and locked in a body bag,
what's left, life after death, you don't know,
when you die, you might meet the people you owe,
death row, that's where we all gonna go,
sell your soul to the devil get a tag on yo toe,
Oh no! no more bitches and television,
get a trip to the morgue for your final circumcision,
what the fuck, you don't know what from what,
cuz they even stole yo dick n yo nutz.
<b>Man you can't take it witcha</b>"</font>
This was in 1994 everyone, this was real, and I still have more respect for someone like this producing out of their basement than ANY new day fuccn puss of a rapper we might see on tv.
The greatest has to be a peep who has NEVER come weak, too many people have gone the way of the dollar bill and started talkin bout 20's that gleam, diamond rings and everything just gets lost... I don't want to hear about the girls you have shakin their asses on the video, it's evident that the biotches are shakin it right? It's right there, and I don't care bout your 24" rims on your yukon, cuz that isn't real, that's after you got rich...
Those with true skills ooze talent ABOVE and BEYOND the normality of today's "hip hop radio".
If you really look closely at someone like even G-Unit (not hatin, just sayin) they are pretty weak in every aspect of the game. There's no real anger there... On the video P-I-M-P for 50 and snoop, all you see is them trickn and handin girls money. GIVING MONEY TO A GIRLIE IS NOT PIMPIN, IT'S TRICKIN, PLAIN AND SIMPLE. lol. it's just flash and flutter to me.
Everyone has their favorite, and it usually projects the type of person you are. If a person is really wack, you might love vanilla ice still...