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Originally Posted by Merrycaaant
The OP is obviously trying to diminish Drake as a musical artist with this thread for whatever reason I do not know, probably because it's fashionable to do so.
I just find it hilarious, that in his mind the opposite end of the spectrum, the seemingly 'great' band in his eyes is System of a Down.
They haven't released an album in what, 8 years? The whole music scene they belonged to is now defunct and those who followed nu-metal either still live in the past or presumably moved onto other things.
Honestly, if System of a Down released a new album in 2013, who would actually care?
Their music wasn't good enough to demand a constant following and the style of music they played is no longer in production for the most part.
It's an invalid comparison and oddly enough none of those who voted with the OP have actually come up with any reasoning behind their decision.
Sure, I've listened to System of a Down but I find them to be a one-trick pony, making loud unruly music that's just preachy in content matter.
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Ok heres some reasons
1) SOAD is not a monotone whiny **** in all their songs
2) Serj still has a huge following and his last album was 3yrs ago. So he hasn't disappeared
Les sample some lyrics shall we
Soad:
Lyrics to B.Y.O.B.
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victories kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses' dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Drake:
Lyrics from "Best I ever had"
Know you got a roommate
Call me when its no one there
Put the key under the mat
And you know I'll be over there
(Yup) I'll be over there
Shawty, I'll be over there
I'll be hitting all the spots that u ain't even know was there
Ha. And you ain't even have to ask twice
You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice
Always felt like you was so accustom to the fast life
Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life
Sex, Love, Pain
Baby I be on that tank ****
Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disk
When my album drop
Bitches will buy it for the picture
And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister
Magazine paper girl
But money ain't the issue
They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial
She call me the referee
Cause I be so official
My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make yo pussy whistle
Like the Andy Griffith theme song
And who told you to put them jeans on
double cup love
You the one I lean on
Feeling for a fix then you should really get yo pheen on
Yea just know my condo is the crack spot
Every single show she out there repping like a mascot
Get it from the back
And make yo ****ing bra strap pop
All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpots
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