Is Tupac the best musician to ever live? (1 Viewer)

[fernando]

Hey! I do Legal Studies, Business Studies, Economics, 2u Maths, standard english and studies of religion. Do you possibly have any textbooks which you no longer need?

owe no not for those. i have a crap load of bio notes... business studies i only have a marketing booklet but it'll prob have the same stuff you have. and 2u maths i had lots of notes/exam papers but just gave them away =(

 

[M@ster P]

The mere fact that everyone is arguing over Tupac signifies that his songs still live, even though he is gone. Honestly everytime someone mentions Tupac means a start of an argument.

Hip Hop has dramatically declined since Tupac has died

 

[bazookajoe]

...but it doesn't mean he's the best musician to ever live :\

 

[M@ster P]

Many people say he is the best while others say he has a big mouth etc... But many agree that he caused the most controversy within the hip hop community ie. The tension between the West and East Sides.

 

[hiphophooray123]

Hip hop declining since the death of 2pac really has more to do with the inevitable mainstream acceptance of hip hop and rappers realising they can make money by making catchy pop-rap songs. It has nothing to do with 2pac

correlation does not imply causation.

and yes, everytime pac is mentioned means the start of an argument, because many people are delluted and think he was the best to ever touch a mic, whereas most people who say this are likely to be very ignorant when it comes to hip hop.

 

[M@ster P]

That is true but Tupac was such a large part of Hip pop and since he died he left that large chunk for artists such as Kanye West and other modern hip hop artists to fill. (They never will).

 

[7th Sign]

Tupac and biggie were great artists.

you cant say biggie was a dog look at his history before he and tupac had beef.

Biggie was a street hustler from a very young age, he and tupac were friends ect ect...

I think their are rappers coming out that are not too commercial in Australia yet that have a good message look at Lupe and Plies two great rappers who have a message and a good story, not this common rap bull shit about cars, money hoes and clothes.

 

[Tysonn]

Fuck no.

Sheesh, what a stupid thread.

 

[fernando]

Sheesh, what a stupid thread.

gtfo

 

[Tysonn]

How is it not a stupid thread? Look at the opening post that it is based on.

Honestly, his songs have helped to get me up, to get me motivated and to actually be successful in life. Anybody else share my view?

Right. The concept of music having an effect on someone's life is completely unprecedented, is it? Almost all 'good' music will change your outlook or perception on your life and your surroundings. Hardly justification for 'the best musician to ever live'.

"I know it seems hard sometimes, but remember one thing, through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it gets, keep your chest out, keep your head up and handle it." - Tupac Shakur.

Haha, wow, a gangster rapper giving out advice that could easily be found in a hairdresser or a fortune cookie. Just because he recycled old cliches doesn't make him a messiah.

And it has been stated that Tupac may actually be a better poet than Shakespeare. I totally agree.

Okay, and have you ever read/studied Shakespeare? I'd have to think you haven't if you are calling him a 'poet'. Shakespeare's sophistication, construction and social commentary expressed through his works is almost untouchable, a man who lived so many centuries ago is still having a profound effect on generations in modern society, and his views and perceptions are as relevant today as they were when he first scripted them. Can the same be said for the other? I think not. Also, I'll ask the OP, who stated this, exactly? Someone of bias opinion or someone actually educated on the entirety of both 'poets'?

 

[Graney]

Okay, and have you ever read/studied Shakespeare? I'd have to think you haven't if you are calling him a 'poet'.

Pretty sure he was a poet hey. He wrote a lot of poems?

A LOVER'S COMPLAINT
A POEM BY
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage
Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age.

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine
That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguished woe
In clamours of all size, both high and low.

Sometimes her levelled eyes their carriage ride
As they did batt'ry to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To th'orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and nowhere fixed,
The mind and sight distractedly commixed.

Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plait,
Proclaimed in her a careless hand of pride;
For some, untucked, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And, true to bondage, would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence.

A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
Like usury applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands that lets not bounty fall
Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.

Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sighed, tore, and gave the flood;
Cracked many a ring of posied gold and bone,
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Found yet moe letters sadly penned in blood,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswathed and sealed to curious secrecy.

These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kissed, and often 'gan to tear;
Cried "O false blood, thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seemed more black and damned here!"
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.

A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours observed as they flew,
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew,
And, privileged by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.

So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely distant sits he by her side,
When he again desires her, being sat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide.
If that from him there may be aught applied
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
'Tis promised in the charity of age.

"Father," she says "though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgement I am old:
Not age, but sorrow over me hath power.
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Love to myself, and to no love beside.

"But, woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit -it was to gain my grace -
O, one by nature's outwards so commended
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face.
Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide
She was new-lodged and newly deified.

"His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
For on his visage was in little drawn
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.

"Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear,
Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin,
Whose bare outbragged the web it seemed to wear;
Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear,
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
If best were as it was, or best without.

"His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm
As oft twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.
His rudeness so with his authorized youth
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

"Well could he ride, and often men would say
`That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!'
And controversy hence a question takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his manage by th' well-doing steed.

"But quickly on this side the verdict went:
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplished in himself, not in his case.
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
Came for additions; yet their purposed trim
Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him.

"So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kind of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will,

"That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted.
Consents bewitched, ere he desire, have granted,
And dialogued for him what he would say,
Asked their own wills, and made their wills obey.

"Many there were that did his picture get
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th'imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assigned,
And labour in moe pleasures to bestow them
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.

"So many have, that never touched his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, not in part,
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.

"Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded.
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remained the foil
Of this false jewel and his amorous spoil.

"But ah, who ever shunned by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?
Or forced examples 'gainst her own content
To put the by-past perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay,
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wills more keen.

"Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood
That we must curb it upon others' proof,
To be forbod the sweets that seems so good
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgement stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though reason weep, and cry `It is thy last'.

"For further I could say this man's untrue,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew;
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.

"And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: `Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid.
That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been called unto,
Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo.

" `All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not; with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind.
They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
And so much less of shame in me remains
By how much of me their reproach contains.

" `Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,
Or my affection put to th' smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charmed.
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reigned commanding in his monarchy.

" `Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me
Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood,
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimsoned mood -
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamped in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

" `And lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleached,
I have received from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseeched,
With the annexions of fair gems enriched,
And deep-brained sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.

" `The diamond? -why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;
The deep-green em'rald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold: each several stone,
With wit well blazoned, smiled or made some moan.
" `Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render -
That is to you, my origin and ender;
For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.

" `O then advance of yours that phraseless hand,
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise.
Take all these similes to your own command,
Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise.
What me your minister, for you obeys,
Works under you, and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels in combined sums.

" `Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
A sister sanctified, of holiest note,
Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove
To spend her living in eternal love.

" `But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, mast'ring what not strives,
Planing the place which did no form receive,
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves!
She that her fame so to herself contrives,
The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her might.

" `O pardon me, in that my boast is true!
The accident which brought me to her eye
Upon the moment did her force subdue,
And now she would the caged cloister fly:
Religious love put out religion's eye.
Not to be tempted, would she be immured,
And now to tempt, all liberty procured.

" `How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among.
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.

" `My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,
Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace,
Believed her eyes when they t'assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place.
O most potential love! -vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.

" `When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
How coldly those impediments stand forth,
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, 'gainst shame;
And sweetens, in the suff'ring pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.

" `Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
And supplicant their sighs to you extend,
To leave the batt'ry that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.'

"This said, his wat'ry eyes he did dismount,
whose sights till then were levelled on my face;
Each cheek a river running from a fount
With brinish current downward flowed apace.
O how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses
That flame through water which their hue encloses.

"O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effect! Cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.

"For lo, his passion, but an art of craft,
Even there resolved my reason into tears;
There my white stole of chastity I daffed,
Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;
Appear to him as he to me appears,
All melting; though our drops this diff'rence bore:
His poisoned me, and mine did him restore.

"In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes or of weeping water,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptness, as it best deceives,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows,

"That not a heart which in his level came
Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
And, veiled in them, did win whom he would maim.
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
When he most burned in heart-wished luxury
He preached pure maid and praised cold chastity.

"Thus merely with the garment of a grace
The naked and concealed fiend he covered,
That th'unexperient gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubin above them hovered.
Who, young and simple, would not be so lovered?
Ay me, I fell; and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake.

"O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowed,
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed,
O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,
Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,
And new pervert a reconciled maid."

tl;dr- This poem was published, along with his sonnets, without WS's permission. It takes the form of the Elizabethan poetic genre, the "complaint", in which typically there is a pastoral setting, rustic shepherds and shepherdesses, plaintive laments of deserted or unrequited lovers, etc. These complaints often bewailed moralistically the hazards of blind passion and might have been used didactically. This poem presents multiple points of view: the poet-narrator, the spurned maiden, the old shepherd, and the male wooer. It portrays in rich metaphorical language the tense and bitter struggle between the sexes also seen in the "Dark Lady" sonnets.

Not as good as Tupac though.

 

[SomeoneCool]

Tupac and biggie were great artists.

you cant say biggie was a dog look at his history before he and tupac had beef.

Biggie was a street hustler from a very young age, he and tupac were friends ect ect...

I think their are rappers coming out that are not too commercial in Australia yet that have a good message look at Lupe and Plies two great rappers who have a message and a good story, not this common rap bull shit about cars, money hoes and clothes.

Biggie WAS a dog.

 

[pinkyforce7]

Musician??? does any other people who are reading this forum right now that can actually play music tearing their eyes out like me?

Tupac was good at rap and hip hop, and he wrote good songs within that genre.

doesnt mean hes a good musician.

if we are just going to go gung-ho and say that anyone who was ever written a popular song is the best musician to ever live, why dont we just say that Britany Spears was the best musician to ever live. funny thing is that she didnt even write half of her songs.

but i suppose this is all based around opinion, so its not anyones place to say he is the best or not.

but put it this way, there are heaps of people who had and have had a fuck load more of musical talent than he had.

 

[ur_inner_child]

^hehe. like people who play an instrument, read music, understand harmonies etc.

a good lyricist, rapper, icon maybe

musician, no. I agree.

 

[Captain Gh3y]

^hehe. like people who play an instrument, read music, understand harmonies etc.

a good lyricist, rapper, icon maybe

musician, no. I agree.

remember that some of the greatest musicians (that play instruments, not singers/rappers) never used sheet music though

 

[hiphophooray123]

im pretty sure the human voice is an instrument. but i also do realise alot of people that play instruments professionally are pretentious enough to close their mind when it comes to what is music and what isnt't.

 

[ur_inner_child]

remember that some of the greatest musicians (that play instruments, not singers/rappers) never used sheet music though

thats true, i didn't actually mean that they had to do all of the above. i was merely listing.

 

[SomeoneCool]

thats true, i didn't actually mean that they had to do all of the above. i was merely listing.

You're cool. You have an orange nickname. I'm very slooww.

 

[ur_inner_child]

im pretty sure the human voice is an instrument. but i also do realise alot of people that play instruments professionally are pretentious enough to close their mind when it comes to what is music and what isnt't.

never said rap wasn't music. which i suppose warps it a little, because you should therefore equate the creator as a musician

I don't know. Just when I hear "musician", I don't immediately think of rappers, no offence, especially in the context of "best musician ever".

Do you know what I mean? I don't mean to cause offence, but when you hear "best musician ever" you think jimi hendrix, miles davis, eric clapton, people who demand respect from people whatever the musical genre you prefer. I suppose when you include rappers, I suppose Tupac is closely up there?

I can't explain it.

Oh yeah thanks for the subtle stab.

 

[SomeoneCool]

never said rap wasn't music. which i suppose warps it a little, because you should therefore equate the creator as a musician

I don't know. Just when I hear "musician", I don't immediately think of rappers, no offence, especially in the context of "best musician ever".

Do you know what I mean? I don't mean to cause offence, but when you hear "best musician ever" you think jimi hendrix, miles davis, eric clapton, people who demand respect from people whatever the musical genre you prefer.

I so want to come back at you, but then again, I don't want to get banned. I'll just sit here with a big smile on my face