Today's rappers have better lyrics than 90s rappers

[observe]

Lets take a look back at some 90s rappers that were considered dope..

Biggie " Machine Gun Funk"


So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bytches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nikka wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfukkin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fukk a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfukkers like Ike beat Tina
(What's Love, Got to Do)
when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
nikkaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby



Buckshot] Crooklyn dodgers

I'm feelin another part of reality
Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.
Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building
I mean literally when I say I make a killing
for my cypher, see I'm feenin to bust a piper
Original Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter
Do or die, I'm sayin it's you and I
Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly
Peace to C.I. and the Bush
Might even see Ruck and the Rock givin the push






Compared to this..
.............................
Kendrick Lamar]
Thank you
Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go
right now, freestyle or write down, whatever
And still I come up clever, I just need to free my thoughts
and Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect
I ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses
You should either hear me now or go deaf
or end up dead, die trying and know death
Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath
fukk a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect nikka
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
You see my art is all I have, and victory tastes sweet
even when the enemy can throw salt
Still knock 'em out the park like a fukking tow car
Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from
we buy guns and more guns to give to the young
I'm living the life of a nikka trapped nikka
inside the system, all you envision is trap nikkas
My uncle doing life inside prison, he wasn't wrapped too tight
He told me rap about life, not rap, nikkas
That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap dissing
My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching
I start evaluating, then my final intuition
is that you wishing a come up, would just come up
We used to beefing over turf, fukk beefing over a verse
nikkas dying, motherfukk a double entendre
And this is Compton, lions in the land of the triumph
Wrap Saran our defiance, ban our alliance
Put burners in the hands of the black man
One hood with twenty fo'-fo's like a cloned Kobe Bryant
You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am
You probably even listen to "Faith" and think I know Zion
But really I'm just caught in the loop of understanding the truth
because it seem like it's always clashing with science
I got a big fear of flying
My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice, I ain't lying
I swear to God half of y'all just don't know Kendrick
The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance
You walking down the block, he got shot, you wouldn't know I witnessed
You just mind your bidness
You just turn your head, kneel down, and then tie your tennises
It's kinda scary ain't it
You can't act like no bytch, that only got Tyler Perry famous
Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?
Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you when you hated him
so much, you probably had your burner tucked in graduation
Said if you see him on them bleachers then you kill him, facing
twenty-five to life with a murder charge
Your enemies was the prey, and now you pray to God
I pray these bars get farther than Compton
And if my record never break I still won't break my promise, I promise to keep it honest
Secret society, all we ask is trust
and all we lack is communication like service sucks
The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come
And I'm like, the Kendrick Lamar O.D. in less than a month
Alright? Gotta keep it pushing
Can't let the government tell me how my future looking
I'm on Rosecrans & Central trying to duck the central bookings
If the fukking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bucking, never will I surrender
I've been a warrior when I came out of my mom's placenta
In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter

 

[out4dolo]

Terrible comparison.

better to compare someone like Nas rhyme to a Kendrick rhyme...in fact...

 

[2manyFCKNrappers]

Where's the context of reality with Kendrick's rhymes?

 

[LA Fisher]

thread has me dying

 

[out4dolo]

Nas - verbal intercourse


"Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run,police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy,the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style nikkas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props as a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual"




Compared to your Kendrick Verse.

 

[Oroko Saki]

Nas - verbal intercourse


"Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run,police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy,the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style nikkas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props as a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual"




Compared to your Kendrick Verse.

I like Kendrick but this verse makes his career accomplishments seem small and barely noteworthy

Nas

 

[Yoda]

nas stans disgust me. and im a nas stan

 

[observe]

Redman

"Time 4 Sum Aksion"
(LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!)
In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher
P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block
Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
I crush your whole brain frame
Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
That have your rap style for lunch, chump
Cause 92, I take a whole crew
Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
(POO POW)
To show you what type of stuff I'm on
You can't puff or sniff it
Because I was born with it
The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
Then 1, 2, 3 You're pinned
I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
If you like the way it sounds punk,
Pump it in your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
(STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY)





........


[Verse 1: Jay Electronica] in tune with the infinite

It's frustratin' when you just can't express yourself
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself
To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks
Fast forward towards the stars in the jetpack
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges
To the debt holders and the law makers
fukk you, sue me, bill me
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
The lies can't conceal me
The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky's gon' reveal me
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me
My Lord's too beneficent
The message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in
The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistenin'
The universe is listenin', be careful what you say in it
My grandma told me every bed a nikka make, he lay in it
The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside
Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies

 

[TrifeGod]

No.

It can go both ways.

So no.

 

[Detroit Wave]

 

[How Sway?]

 

[Ashtrey]

That's why all these new rappers recycle verses and lines from the 90's

 

[NoHalfWay]

Nas - verbal intercourse


"Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run,police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy,the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style nikkas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props as a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual"




Compared to your Kendrick Verse.

Damn why you shut down the operation like that

 

[AntLive1981]

Terrible comparison.

better to compare someone like Nas rhyme to a Kendrick rhyme...in fact...

Was about to post the exact same thing!

 

[The Devil's Advocate]

compare current era rappers, to previous era rappers, who were the basis of the current era rappers whole style brehs

i mean look at anything in life... look at the first car.. now look at a lambo...

now the real question is would you ever have made a lambo if you didn't have the first car to copy off and improve on

i mean damn... didn't we learn this in Jurassic Park:

MALCOLM (cont'd)
The problem with scientific power you've used is it
didn't require any discipline to attain it. You read
what others had done and you took the next step. You
didn't earn the knowledge yourselves, so you don't take
the responsibility for it. You stood on the shoulders
of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you
could, and before you knew what you had, you patented
it, packages it, slapped in on a plastic lunch box, and
now you want to sell it.