"I stomp white cops till they life stops
for a low price hops
cause my blood is colder than an ice box"
for a low price hops
cause my blood is colder than an ice box"
Jay-z is the goat but god damn Big L cooked him on that Stretch and Bobbito freestyle
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yo I got slugs for stitches, no love for bytches,
putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
top 5 opening bars.
Scary to imagine how good he'd have gotten. He's still my number 1 regardless
putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
top 5 opening bars.Scary to imagine how good he'd have gotten. He's still my number 1 regardless
Everybody needs to watch watch Stretch and Bobbito documentary on Netflix. shyt is greatest 
Everybody needs to watch watch Stretch and Bobbito documentary on Netflix. shyt is greatest
Yea it was dope
definitely cooked him.
Big L being killed
Big L being killed
yo I got slugs for stitches, no love for bytches,
putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
Scary to imagine how good he'd have gotten. He's still my number 1 regardless
That's fukked up cause of his brother got beef with. His enemy wanted to murder him but can't cause L's brother was in the prison. So the only way to get him is Big L.
He robbed us.
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Yeah, that freestyle was tough but Biggie is the goat tho.
True, Big L was the better lyricist but Hov had the complete package. Will, after he took Nas's flow he been perfect ever since.
Not trueThat's fukked up cause of his brother got beef with. His enemy wanted to murder him but can't cause L's brother was in the prison. So the only way to get him is Big L.
He robbed us.
Big L was not a better lyricist he was a better, and more potent punchline rapper.
In a radio freestyle setting I would put Big L at #1
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I can see what you saying
I do value punchline rappers too high in regard with lyricism because them clever punchlines hit you harder than rappers who actually be rapping about real stuff
I also hold Cassidy in a high regard far as lyricaism go but in debates I had to concede he wasn't saying talking about nothing just being clever with the wordplay. So, I can see what you saying.
But Jay-Z the goat to me
The Devil's Advocate
Call me Dad
Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bytches
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for p*ssy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no!
bytches get fukked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough; I'm known for yokin' Japs
And beatin' them with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
I'm tellin' you shyt is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a mothafukker like a plastic spoon
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow
When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie
But the goody, pullin' R&B bytches, wearin' hoodies
Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
You're screamin': "Jesus Christ, he's back!"
And God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap
And me, I just take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that—fukk that!
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch; nobody can fukk with the way
I be killin' them shyts in rap events
Big L is the nikka you expect
To catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fukk a bytch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probly got your mommy strung
nikkas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
That fast rap tho
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'm a keep gripping these mics until I'm 110
Have you nikkas like dammit this nikka done done it again
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for p*ssy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no!
bytches get fukked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough; I'm known for yokin' Japs
And beatin' them with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
I'm tellin' you shyt is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a mothafukker like a plastic spoon
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow
When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie
But the goody, pullin' R&B bytches, wearin' hoodies
Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
You're screamin': "Jesus Christ, he's back!"
And God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap
And me, I just take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that—fukk that!
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch; nobody can fukk with the way
I be killin' them shyts in rap events
Big L is the nikka you expect
To catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fukk a bytch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probly got your mommy strung
nikkas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
That fast rap tho
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'm a keep gripping these mics until I'm 110
Have you nikkas like dammit this nikka done done it again
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