pac had better rhyme schemes then biggie

[pointproven214]

im looking at his verse on to live and die in la

and im looking at the internal and the end rhyme schemes.


I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
'cause it's on now, I'm just a nikka on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures

 

[Renegade47]

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

I don't know if he's fukking with Big in that regard, but Pac was explosive out the breaks.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fukkin homey
Youse a cold ass nikka on them ho's

The flow & rhyme structure's real slick right there IMO.








His verses on I Get Around are actually more similar in style to Biggie:

Back to get wreck
All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
'Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly
And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy
Ay yo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody's looking for the latter
And ain't no need in being greedy
If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
And I'll be there in a jiffy
Don't be picky, just be happy with this quicky......


Sounds like it could've been a missing verse from One More Chance

 

[JayYoung314]

i missed u

 

[LandryFieldsDad]

the words you bold to illustrate your points make me laugh out loud

then it makes me wonder if you're a troll...and if so you have to be hands down the most dedicated troll of all time

 

[pointproven214]

the words you bold to illustrate your points make me laugh out loud

then it makes me wonder if you're a troll...and if so you have to be hands down the most dedicated troll of all time

lmao ironically speaking the words u use to illustrate your point on in this case the lack of a point because the words i bolded actually rhyme.

 

[LandryFieldsDad]

lmao ironically speaking the words u use to illustrate your point on in this case the lack of a point because the words i bolded actually rhyme.

Ok what does writing rhyme with? How about when?

 

[H. Selassie]

Don't know how serious this thread is but...



Somebody wake me, I'm dreamin'
I started as a seed, the semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
On the top was my pops, my mama screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser
Only plan he had for mama was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Mama got pregnant and papa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fukk about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus
"Will a nikka live or die?" cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin'
I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man, he's a mind reader
Keep my 9 heater all the time, this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out
Pass the weed, nikka! That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nikka
Everywhere I go nikkas holla at me, "Keep it real, G"
And my reply 'til they kill me: "Act up if you feel me!"
I was born not to make it, but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise


This is why people kill me with that "Pac wasn't lyrical" nonsense. Brother definitely knew what he was doin with a pen and a pad.

 

[pointproven214]

Ok what does writing rhyme with? How about when?

write rhymes with life and when obviously rhymes with the second syllable in the word writing

 

[Cryptocurrency Scarface]

very one sided argument you fail to post both artists lyrics

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

Don't know how serious this thread is but...



Somebody wake me, I'm dreamin'
I started as a seed, the semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
On the top was my pops, my mama screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser
Only plan he had for mama was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Mama got pregnant and papa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fukk about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus
"Will a nikka live or die?" cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin'
I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man, he's a mind reader
Keep my 9 heater all the time, this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out
Pass the weed, nikka! That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nikka
Everywhere I go nikkas holla at me, "Keep it real, G"
And my reply 'til they kill me: "Act up if you feel me!"
I was born not to make it, but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise


This is why people kill me with that "Pac wasn't lyrical" nonsense. Brother definitely knew what he was doin with a pen and a pad.

That Still I Rise verse make a nicca tear up, man


One of his coldest verses right there

 

[H. Selassie]

That Still I Rise verse make a nicca tear up, man


One of his coldest verses right there

I think it's his greatest verse. That or his first verse on "Smile".

 

[Killigraphy]

Nooo, calm down, calm down,
shyt ain't how you think it is, take a look around.

 

[Still Benefited]

Don't know how serious this thread is but...



Somebody wake me, I'm dreamin'
I started as a seed, the semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
On the top was my pops, my mama screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser
Only plan he had for mama was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Mama got pregnant and papa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fukk about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus
"Will a nikka live or die?" cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin'
I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man, he's a mind reader
Keep my 9 heater all the time, this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out
Pass the weed, nikka! That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nikka
Everywhere I go nikkas holla at me, "Keep it real, G"
And my reply 'til they kill me: "Act up if you feel me!"
I was born not to make it, but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise


This is why people kill me with that "Pac wasn't lyrical" nonsense. Brother definitely knew what he was doin with a pen and a pad.

And Pac was actually saying something.

 

[Danktoker94]

Agree