This dude has been real good for a while. The reason he isn't mainstream is because he refuses to slim down/censor his raps to be on radio and sign deals that have to do with that kind of shit. He wants to rap how he wants with no restrictions. It makes him an underground rap god but in this day and age it's all about that radio bullshit only. Very unfortunate for people that haven't heard him.
6 years later and he’s better than anyone that’s still relevant Alfredo got me absolutely hooked on this dude and when I discovered his collab with Madlib I couldn’t stop listening, his beat selection and flow is just insane
There's others out there but finding them is a needle in a haystack. Big K.R.I.T., Flatbush Zombies, Underachievers, Bun B, Pimp C, Odissee are some of good ones.
@@nickbelanger5225 pretty sure pimp c was dead when you wrote that haha but the direction flatbush and the underachievers have gone and even Big KRIT to an extent has to make you think higher of freddie and how he hasn't waivered from his own style yet still makes dope music
+antonhbp Let's say this. If there was a competition of the best rappers in the game right now, Freddie Gibbs would be in that mug scoring higher than 90% of the "best rappers" easily.
Ice - Slang for Diamonds or other types of jewelery. He's saying that his watch has diamonds in it - expensive. The ALS Ice Bucket challenge is a popular thing - you dump a bucket filled with ice and water on yourself.
Lmao I don't understand why everyone looks at tupac as the best rapper to ever exist... he was good obviously but damn... theres a lot of music out there
Freddie is something else dude. He could spit on ANYTHING. Just like Krit and Tech N9ne, you could put them on any beat, from Boom bap to the craziest trap beat and they'll kill it.
Best rapper there is today no questions asked. Lyrical ability, amazing flows, amazing story telling. The ability to FUCK UP any track he hops on. Fuckin with him since 09 the greatest.
Dude same my friend had thuggin playing when I went in his car and the rest is history ive seen him live two times going on my 3 in December in Portland
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I'm a cold motherfucker with the shit Dump a ice bucket on my wrist She ain't fuckin' I ain't fuckin' with the bitch I remember when I used to hit the cluckers with the whip 4 a.m. I got a kitchen full of customers and shit Got 'em beamin' up the scotty Freddie bout to throw a powder party Forgiatos on that four-door Maserati Got that Cutlass 442 It sound like Nascar when you start it Bitch don't play I pull that trigger like Carmelo at the garden What you know about it? Robbin' for the powder 100 in the trunk I bet you all them bitches solid 7 Series BM, I got all these bitches flockin' Plan to get this shit legit I know the county's gonna be watchin' Bumpin' 40 with my 40. caliber I'm on my J.O And I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo for my mayo But fuck it though, my youngin' threw some stacks out on the table Said that birdie thang' could go for 40 tre but that's o.k. though Let my tombstone quote Motherfuck bein' broke So bury me with 20, 30 k and somethin' to smoke Tell em' fuck a eulogy just read some gutter shit I wrote Pour some henny on the corner, roll a blunt and make a toast To a real nigga, Trill nigga' Still thuggin' in the field with ya' My little niggas they be up and skippin' class in the mornin' Kush pack blowin' Gonna smoke him and his homie, bought em' all a pair of Jordan's And I'm living like a Eastside Rider, Straight grinder I know niggas with the 5 pack of white china And it's hard to do the rappin', leave this life behind ya' When i'm countin' up 100 k on my recliner Lazy-boy, Praise this boy Gary street's couldn't plague this boy Made this boy Do some cold things for a dollar Take a nigga' for ransom, He in the trunk of my Impala For the blocka blocka All my noccas chillin' in the 6 Bumpin' that Cali Ice Bucket Challenge on my wrist Thuggin', Black in the U.S. it's a challenge to exist Stove 1000 degrees, Imma' graduate to a brick I be gradually gettin' chips All my smokers coppin' the pack of that package If you can move it I give you points on the pack, nigga' Gangsta Gibbs baby ahaha Westwood we in this thang' mayne'!
