Get off the damn fence you p*ssy agnostic and pick a damn album :prodigylol:
This is the Coli. There is no middle ground. There is no "I like them both".
One of these albums is a classic and the other one is
the coli way
The Blueprint vs Stillmatic
- Thread starter Mr.Silver
- Start date
the coli way
I enjoyed both albums but I have to give the nod to Blueprint
I can hear that album without skipping a track
I can hear that album without skipping a track
...EXHIBIT A
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
EXHIBIT B
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashing
War gets deep, some beef is everlasting
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifing each other
Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my range, nikkas throwing dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
bytches left me cause they thought I was finished
Should of knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
EXHIBIT C
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
Forty-five in my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like my conception
When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It's clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankful
EXHIBIT D
Baby girl she's always talking name dropping hanging late
Drinking smoking hates her baby daddy, craves shopping
E popping Ecstasy taking, won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with limitations
Lusting men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
With nothing in her bank account fronting she do well
Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
No job never stay working, mad purty
Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
Time flying she the same person, never matures
All her friends married doing well
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
EXHIBIT E
This nikka Ike with the Iverson jersey
Light skin with herpes
fukkin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
From letting fags suck him off Rikers Island in nine-three
Drives in Benz, hangs in all the parties
All the concerts, backstage where the stars be
Rocking their shirts in bytches faces like clockwork
What's your name, where you from, chain blinging
Thinking girls every wheres dumb, taking powder ruining their lives
So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
Met the wrong bytch and now he dead from the monster AIDs
I contemplate, believing in karma
Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow
I know some bytches who be sleeping on nikkas dreams
They leave when they nikka blow she the first bytch on her knees
Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds
Instead of taking care of em they spending money on trees
I pray for you deadbeat daddies
Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
Now you old and you getting shytted on
It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
Much blessings be healthy, remember
EXHIBIT F
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
Alphs and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence and the game will get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, nikkaz who real
Professionals, stick up childs dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From crypts to piru's, this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
FOH!!!!
I made no comment about the songwriting being bad, I said I didn't enjoy it, so you attacking me and telling me to "foh" is out of place
EXHIBIT A
Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
EXHIBIT B
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashing
War gets deep, some beef is everlasting
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifing each other
Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my range, nikkas throwing dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
bytches left me cause they thought I was finished
Should of knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
EXHIBIT C
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
Forty-five in my waist, staring at my reflection
In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like my conception
When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It's clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And God, I'm so thankful
EXHIBIT D
Baby girl she's always talking name dropping hanging late
Drinking smoking hates her baby daddy, craves shopping
E popping Ecstasy taking, won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with limitations
Lusting men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
With nothing in her bank account fronting she do well
Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
No job never stay working, mad purty
Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
Time flying she the same person, never matures
All her friends married doing well
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
EXHIBIT E
This nikka Ike with the Iverson jersey
Light skin with herpes
fukkin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
From letting fags suck him off Rikers Island in nine-three
Drives in Benz, hangs in all the parties
All the concerts, backstage where the stars be
Rocking their shirts in bytches faces like clockwork
What's your name, where you from, chain blinging
Thinking girls every wheres dumb, taking powder ruining their lives
So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
Met the wrong bytch and now he dead from the monster AIDs
I contemplate, believing in karma
Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow
I know some bytches who be sleeping on nikkas dreams
They leave when they nikka blow she the first bytch on her knees
Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds
Instead of taking care of em they spending money on trees
I pray for you deadbeat daddies
Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
Now you old and you getting shytted on
It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
Much blessings be healthy, remember
EXHIBIT F
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
Alphs and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence and the game will get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, nikkaz who real
Professionals, stick up childs dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From crypts to piru's, this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
FOH!!!!
FOH
Mr.Silver
Enlightening And Frightening
Be 35 years old and still dikkride other old ass nikkas on the Internet brehsGet off the damn fence you p*ssy agnostic and pick a damn album :prodigylol:
This is the Coli. There is no middle ground. There is no "I like them both".
One of these albums is a classic and the other one is
Stillmatic.
Blueprint was ill as fukk but "You're da man", One Mic, Second Childhood, Poison, the intro >>>>
Blueprint was ill as fukk but "You're da man", One Mic, Second Childhood, Poison, the intro >>>>
Mr.Silver
Enlightening And Frightening
Its weird outside of thecoli no one shares this opinion.
Not a publication. No one I know personally either
In most circles it's an insult to compare the Stillmatic to the blueprint.
Two different levels entirely.
Sir Charles Barkley
The Chuckster
fools arguin over which filet mignon taste less great, ernie
JayBaldacci
All Star
Voted stillmatic, on the strength of the intro, you're da man, rewind, one mic, second childhood, the flyest, what goes around, and every ghetto.
Both are 4 mics.
Both are 4 mics.
JayBaldacci
All Star
By far.
Inspect Her Deck
Skins of all colours come together as brothers
Stillmatic leading the poll votes tells me all I need to know about this backwards ass forum
Blueprint the classic losing to Stillmatic the not classic.....go figure
Anyway fukk Jay and Nas. This is Ice Cube season, word to @StillNotSoft
Blueprint the classic losing to Stillmatic the not classic.....go figure
Anyway fukk Jay and Nas. This is Ice Cube season, word to @StillNotSoft
How old are you?
KillerB88
Superstar
BP
You realize people posting here live and go outside as well?