pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
sheek used to be fire but he ass now and days i got fabolous.
Fab >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. sheek
If sheek kept rapping like he did in the early lox days this a be a different convo
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I agree. Put those verses on the thread I would like to compare the two on that song.I know sheek and fab did kiss ya ass goodbye, ima have to see who had bettr verse


I agree. Put those verses on the thread I would like to compare the two on that song.
Two great underated rappers.
I rock with Sheek.
Walk Witt Me had a lot of good songs.
For You and Ten Hut
Sheek definetly no slouch on the mic
But I'm siding with Fab for the poll. He keeps himself more relevant with the mixtapes. Clever punchlines, great lyricist
Agreed.[Sheek Louch]
Ay yo, the flow is here, the dough is here (yeah)
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (ha-ha)
The wrist is sickle, the 9 is nickled (damn)
The inside tan, the outer pickle (woooo!)
The dutch is rolled, the 'gnac is poured (iight)
You running your mouth, I'm getting you jawed (ow!)
I'm waving the blade; I'm telling you back up (back up!)
You empty your pockets, I'm picking your pack up (gimmie that)
You can act stupid if you wanna (uh-huh)
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of (I'm right here dog)
I'm out in New York or down in the south (no doubt)
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth (ha-ha)
They book me for the clubs and the hood (yeah)
When nikkaz scared to go, but Sheek Louch good (D-BLOCK!)
It's loaded when I get out the car like... (la-da-da-da-da-daaaaa)
VS
[Fabolous]
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves
With me, I'm a send a b*stard to bub
Before he get the police first and last to the gov
These dikkhead nikkaz, you shoot 'em and bleed come
Like two pussies they wet, just make it a three-some
They growing up quick, 'cause that'll buy your seed guns
Now they spreading magazines 'fore they can read one
My glass jar's had a hell of a re-run... (la-da-da-da-da-daaaaa)
As we proceed son, and I know
Every hood got a street fan if not they need one
I thinking short-range, give me a sport range
I wanna get warmer; I'm jumping in the sauna
Duck when I'm passing by
Put your head between your legs; kiss your ass goodbye (BLAAHHHHHH!)
i think sheek is more lyrical than fab but this is not a good example
fab bodied him here
