yeah cuz Big Pun was wayyy more lyrical than them two
*my opinion*

I think people don't understand the notion of ART...it's relative...If someone says "That painting is perfect"...what does perfect mean? that every line is str8?

man...art is supposed to MOVE people...If ur music or art doesn't invoke some kind of emotion from people, even hate, then it ain't art.

^no, THIS is the most naieve and un educated comment in the thread.
why?
because bein educated have nothing to do with listenin to RAP!
And bein able to tell whose better?

seriously
what did Tupac rap about?
in every single last 1 of his songs?
He rapped about the same damn thing OVER AND OVER AND OVER!
With a a few exceptions of his story tracks, which was almost the same thing, he had just added names in them though
The only tupac track that stand out the most is Dear Mama
and even in DEAR MAMA he rapped about the same shit, it was just more directed towards his mother
lmfao, seriously, he NEVER changed up his flow, all of his raps can flow to the same damn beat.
He cursed all through his tracks like he was angry 24 7
he was a paranoid prick that walked around with a bullet proof vest on
JUST LIKE 50 CENT!!??
UH OH
I think we're startin to see a comparison here.
He rapped about killin people because "he had too" and about gettin shot, LIKE 50 CENT
The only difference is, 50 cent atleast switches up his flow.
He atleast raps about different shit
wait
wait
dare I say it? 50 cent is a better emcee than pac?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

*leaves this thread*

A lot of people are making dumb comments and I think this conversation has been bombarded with stupidity from the word go.....

shit....very few songs send chills down my spine...Biggie's, "Suicidal Thoughts" was one of them...amazing...with the simplest lyrics...

that = ART...he = DOPE


on the real tho, someone who I think is DOOOOOOOOOOOOPE is Ghostface...that man is SICK SICK SICK...Supremem CLintelle is one of my fav. albums eva

its stupid because you dont agree with it.

lmfao at the mother song....... anyways...... i never felt biggie as much as pac even tho biggie did have some more substance to his lyrics....... but why do u keep talkin about emotions with biggie wen it was obviously Pac makin the more emotional songs??????

u feel how I felt when Ike started this shit with his dumb ass comment that Jay Z is greater than Biggie


<----------- goes to get dinna




BABY BABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

i agree about all of the biggie thang but lmfao at u thinkin ike bit em's style...i'll admit his vioce can sound similar ta em's when he 1st hit the seen cuz slim shady had that high pitch kinda vioce...but ike's style aint no where near ems. u see IKE rappin bout drugz or any weird ass shit slim shady always rapped about???....i dont

ALL of ghostface albums are classics

jay-z IS better than Biggie

im not even gonna respond with an opinion to this

because PAC's music never stirred anything in me the way Biggie's music did and DOES...

I even listen to Pac's emotional songs, like DEAR MAMA and CHANGES and they don't have the effect on me they have on die hard Pac fans...they are nice songs...no doubt

But, Biggies song "Warning" for example, is fucking CLASSIC...jus the way he delivered those verses man...fucking amazing to me...his delivery...his sense of humor was funny to me...I love it


Pac just doesn't do it for me...as dope as Pac is...and lemme tell u, I developed a new found respect for Pac after seeing "Tupac: Resurrection." The man said some profound things.

lmao...yea, and big had a shitload of variety in his :bored:

Pac moved me with his music more then Biggie

werd

yea...

and by the way...did you people forget about Canibus when it comes to lyrics? seriously...you people need to stop listening to the radio and stop watching those top 30 emcees of all time on mtv2 and shit.

lol exactly......

a mod should honestly delete the comment of 50 cent bein better than pac...... dont worry will..... we'll just pretend like it never happened.... ok?

No. And I think I'd know enough to say that without being either a Pac dickrider or a 50 Cent hater.

Tupac poetry = ownage

They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck


They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it
Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against
any oppressor, and this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished
The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be
If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from
Look through our history, America's the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this!
My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent
Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent

A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind
I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet
Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze!"
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..
Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush..
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body..
One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz

Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I'm set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run
Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip
Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic

I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, whos sexin her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha
bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and
what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby







Notice a difference?
HELL NO
Brenda's baby is the same like the rest, lmfao, he justs adds a name to a random bitch

there wouldnt be a fifty cent without tupac's thug influence


just in case you missed that

i dunno if I agree with will, but I likened Pac to the 50-cent of his day...


similar...remeber, PAC wasn't this respected when he was alive...It's almost like a cult following now...

Pac was a poet...no doubt

But...Biggie's rhyming was ill...and if u truly listen to Big's lyrics, u can hear the pain he brought to his work...it translated into DOPENESS

Listen to "Gimme da loot"...story tellin joint...that track had me dyin man...I had NEVER heard anything like it...and no other rapper's work has since sparked that kind of reaction to where it changed my life basically...After hearin Biggies "Ready 2 Die," I started writing myself and really got into hip hop more.

lol........ like all the songs u listed were from Ready 2 DIe...... u just love that album dont u?

Exactly. Martyrship aside, Pac's not even top 5. Top 10 at best.

That's the thing. Biggie pioneered/improved upon so many things in just one album, that we haven't even begun mentioning his follow-up yet.

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."

Yes, love love you're fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?

GIMME THE LOOT GIMME THE LOOT, Imma bad bad boy
thats a song about robbin people


Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

a nice club track for the ladies, Hypnotize


Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
rapper style used by me, the B.I.G.
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein
Will reach the fuckin ceiling, check, check it
My Calico been cocked (uh-huh) this rap Alfred Hitchcock
drop top notch playa hating won't stop (uhh)
This instant, rappers too persistant
Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste
like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret
See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz
Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin kidnip kids? (uhh)
Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge (oooh)
That's how it is, my shit is laid out (what)
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out (played out)
Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

whats beef? the man Biggie smalls told you what it was

Armed and dangerous
aint too many can bang with us
straight up weed no angel
dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us
ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin
up in restaurants with mandolins and
violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sin
high off weed and
lots of gin
so much smoke need oxygen
steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga
u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u
been in this shit since
'92
look at all the bullshit l been thru
sure caught beef with u know
who
fuck a few female stars or two
then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
go operation just to
kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass dat weed l gotta light one
all
them niggas l gotta fight one
all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is
a tight one
what u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee,
Bone and Big nigga die slowly
l'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule
everything around me. Shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the
coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
it--nigga wit a Benz fuckin it. Doesn't it seem odd to u
Big comes thru wit
mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes
who's da killa? me or you?

wow, his collab with BTNH, Where his fat ass was rappin fast. he CHANGED up his flow, everyone on the track ate the beat
when tupac collabed with him, Tupac STILL rapped his normal pace
smh
pathetic

my favorite bigge song right there will^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
the "gimme the loot" one

And like I said, Pac did not become famous until he played in Juice

...I dont give a fuck about flow, BOTH of them never/barely switched their SUBJECT MATTER.

I just posted 3 songs that were about 3 totally different things
wtf is you sayin?

matter of fact, that new biggie joint with bob marley

I dont know all the wrods to it, but his 1st verse was dope as fuck

when I die I want to go to hell
cos somethin somethin it aint hard to tell
and the rest of the verse
but that song is completely different, I never heard that song either
shit was dope

when i die fuck it i want to go to hell
cuz ima piece of shit it aint hard to fucking tell
it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, i like black tims and black hoodys
god'll probably have me on some real strict shit
no sleeping all day, no getting my dick lick

^word
lol
I like that song

That's one of the worst songs I've heard all year. They completely butchered "Suicidal Thoughts" with that bullshit beat and unnecessary Bob Marley sample.

Get the original track if you like the lyrics. :thumbup:

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.

Show some more songs, and I bet you I can find a shitload of similiarities...cuz out of his 3 albums, 85-90% is talkin about robbin people or shootin people, same shit with Pac...but Pac had more emotional songs on his double discs after his death.

we grew up with biggie and pac, thats why we hold them so high in standards.......that "gimme the loot" song was the 1st rap record i ever memorized that wasnt a radio single

All this talk about emotion/flow/subject matter should cease.

For those arguing against the true dopeness of Biggie, obtain a copy of "Niggaz Bleed", arguabely one of the greatest story tracks ever. It's in this 4 1/2 minute tale that Big displays some of the greatest lyrics in his career.