Joe is better at conveying emotion and relating...
Eminem Is off the charts technically...That's really it though. He's been on the decline everywhere else ...including sonically ...
to each is own
budden is better lyrically in terms of rhyme schemes.
[Joe Budden]
It's the nikka with the mask on that would yack dude for jewels
Ain't gotta say it, that dude the truth
Make me put that tool to use
And these nikkas that be in the game shaking like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf
Not Tourrette's, gotta rep my team to the end
Lambos to Ferraris to the Beamers to the Benz
If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will
Only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my Timbs
Hat low, it's not a weak link in my squad
I'm LL, in too deep, I'm thinking I'm God
Far as rappers, I'm thinking they're frauds
Call 'em all Rubix Cubes cause I really used to think they was hard - ha!
For once trust me, you don't wanna start problems
The pound will make you Eddie Curry with a heart problem
So if you on the block with only a few grams, man
Then you a bird nikka, Toucan Sam
And any beat, I'mma air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that
Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me
I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me?
Thank god he ain't fukking wit that red line
Cause I'll murk any nikka that disrespect mine
If it wasn't Fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude'll be a Daily News headline
You ain't the best, what memo got sent?
If you got dogs, what kennel they in?
So if you wanna get fresh like a Mentos mint
Then it'll tempt those men with clips longer than Leno's chin
There ain't no type guts wit you
You Terrell Owens -- them nikkas that wear eagles, they don't even wanna fukk with you
Me, fam? I was pimping weed dirt back when nikkas used to rock Simpsons t-shirts
I'll give it to any nikka, I mean any nikka
Big man or skinny nikka, dare a dude tempt me, nikka
Auto or semi, nikka; dump till it's empty, nikka
They don't even want you in New York -- you like Penny, nikka
Check the time -- it's around that hour
Little nikkas, they ain't 'round that powder
They ain't super or Luigi or Mario, ain't found that power
Plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower
Cowards, know the toys bust loco
While they trying to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo
And yea that 5 slide and clock
I'm the million dollar baby, but I won't die trying to box
Don't want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all
I don't believe 'em when they say that they supplying the raw
You don't move white -- you lying, dog
That's a never-ending story without the white flying dog
Son, these dudes is broke, don't know the feeling of bread
They in debt, tampon nikkas, still in the red
And the fans keep asking if ya man stopped beefing
I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em, "Stop reaching"