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yeah cuz Big Pun was wayyy more lyrical than them two *my opinion* |
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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. |
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^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? |
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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.
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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??????
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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
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ALL of ghostface albums are classics |
jay-z IS better than Biggie
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im not even gonna respond with an opinion to this |
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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. |
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lmao...yea, and big had a shitload of variety in his :bored: Quote:
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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. |
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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?
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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
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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
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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?
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Exactly. Martyrship aside, Pac's not even top 5. Top 10 at best. |
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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. |
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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
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...I dont give a fuck about flow, BOTH of them never/barely switched their SUBJECT MATTER.
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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 |
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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'. |
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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
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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. |
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