Will it? in a few months Beyonce wont still be better than?
At least Nas can say he tried and enjoyed the ride
HOW in the hell was Pac better than Nas at rapping?
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At least Nas can say he tried and enjoyed the ride
killa the goat
Banned
bigbadbossup2012
Biggest baddest boss
Cause I said real shyt? nikka you got nas in your avi and sig,YOU'RE THE GROUPIE IN THIS CONVO,FUKK BOYYou sound like a fukking groupie ass nikka.
killa the goat
Banned
2pac me against the world
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't raise the children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed b*stard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket - the aftermath
More bodies being buried - I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't raise the children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed b*stard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket - the aftermath
More bodies being buried - I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby
Foxmulder
Superstar
You counting this nikkas money and bragging about who he fukking.Sounds like groupie behavior to me.
Foxmulder
Superstar
I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shyt
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bytches who famous
Pretty dikk, puttin stitches in they anus
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only nikka Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nikka
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shyt
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bytches who famous
Pretty dikk, puttin stitches in they anus
I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only nikka Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nikka
Foxmulder
Superstar
One for the money
Two for p*ssy and foreign cars
Three for Alize nikkas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hanging nikkas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nikka's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
fukk "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still
Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
Two for p*ssy and foreign cars
Three for Alize nikkas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hanging nikkas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nikka's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
fukk "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still
Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
bigbadbossup2012
Biggest baddest boss
killa the goat
Banned
lmao i read the rest of the post pac can do that also.
intilectual recipricol
Killin fake hip hop
example holmes... sick of you nikkaz just claimin shyt without evidence.
killa the goat
Banned
like i said anybody can write a multi shyt even i can write a multi any textcee can write a multi gucci mane got multis
but what seperates the greats from these textcees is the amount of syllables they rhyme per bar the actual understanding to know what rhymes and what don't rhyme and also the rhyme pattern.
because shyt u can say this a multi cat hat bat rat shyt it is more then one syllable right ?.
even though this is a multi it defeats the purpose of rhyming which is to be complex
that is a simple aaaa rhyme scheme nothing complex at all. about it.
bigbadbossup2012
Biggest baddest boss
Complex meaning what?
Tupac should have been a social activist and movie director instead. bytches liked him already... he wouldn't have gotten set up and shot.. revolutionary stuff was his real passion anyway... not that thugalishish shyt. He would have been someone the young could follow.
Plus, "17 is a very confusing age"
Plus, "17 is a very confusing age"