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View Poll Results: Who do you like better? | |||
2Pac | 141 | 61.30% | |
Biggie | 89 | 38.70% | |
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02-06-2010, 07:18 PM | #253 (permalink) |
Divination
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I liked 2Pac with Dr. Dre and California Love, good music video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37wSwAJ98Zk
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02-11-2010, 07:08 PM | #254 (permalink) |
Groupie
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Hmmmm, my first post here. I was drawn straight to this thread, and i think Biggie was the better when it came to freestyling. But when it came to lyrics 2Pac is the best there will ever be, simply amazing. They were both great lyrically, freestyles, i loved both of their flows, etc etc... and you can't argue with them both being the 2 best ever... Pac was more the gangsta rapper aswell.
I've gone for Pac in the poll, but damn its a close one. If Big had the chance to make more music, who knows.. maybe i could of said him then.. but the same could be said for Pac. |
02-12-2010, 08:16 AM | #255 (permalink) |
Music Addict
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Disagree with that last post to a certain extent, biggie definitely had the better rhymes and the better flow.
Pac was nowhere near as skilled in both his use of language and rhythm. Pac's songs carried a message that Biggie never could though and the passion in his voice is something unique. I prefer the Beats on Biggies tracks as well, east coast rap destroys that west coast ****. I call it a draw, Biggie is technically leagues ahead of him but there is just something about 2pac which raises him to a level other more proficient mc's struggle to reach. |
02-25-2010, 02:18 AM | #256 (permalink) |
Groupie
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"Juicy"
[Intro:] (**** all you hoes) Get a grip mother****er. Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood It's all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a goal, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Verse Two:] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good) ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight |
03-13-2010, 11:25 AM | #260 (permalink) | |
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Also what about Big Poppa or whatever it's called. "Through your hands in the air if yous a tru playa!!!!" typical dance stuff.
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