Nas or Eminem?
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This has to be a joke thread
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I dont remember seeing this comparison.
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Nas, by a ? longshot.
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Nasty..................................
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nas, n it aint close
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I see this site is PRO Nas heavy... Nas is a legend but I ? with Eminem more especially back in his SS LP-MM LP days
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Co-signed............JUXcaptainHOOK wrote: »I see this site is PRO Nas heavy... Nas is a legend but I ? with Eminem more especially back in his SS LP-MM LP days -
FOH. Em 40 years old and still dusting the rap game on the mic, lol at these clown ass racists saying Nas. lololololol
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Nas is the better overall rapper
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imoneverything wrote: »FOH. Em 40 years old and still dusting the rap game on the mic, lol at these clown ass racists saying Nas. lololololol
not about race at least 4 me it isnt ..
nas -
Nassir.
Should of made a poll -
nas..............
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Who Cares??? wrote: »This has to be a joke thread
fa reals lol -
Nas ? on and wipes the floor with Eminem. Nas>>
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Poll?
Troll thread?
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Nas by a couple of light-years -
Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't ? change
I'm still the same lame ? with a different name
Became late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I sniffed off caine
You know you're spaced the ? out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, ? tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen ?
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were thought of, and
? -block your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my ? while I take a ? and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out
when nas writes a rhyme scheme like this
let me know -
Gotta be more specific. You mean now or overall? I would have to say now Nas but overall I would have to say Em slightly.
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Nas and Common Sense the only two mainstream MC's better than Em at the moment.
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Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't ? change
I'm still the same lame ? with a different name
Became late to the last show with a different dane
Brain ate from the last "O" that I sniffed off caine
You know you're spaced the ? out like George Lucas
When your puke is turnin' to yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English
Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeamish
Burn you alive till you screamin' to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, ? tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16 burstin'
You gettin' spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life while you're still a teen ?
Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergancy surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum iternally
I'll take it back before we knew each other's name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers frame
I'll take it further back than that
Back to Lovers' lane, to the night you were thought of, and
? -block your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like my jaws were muzzled
So suck my ? while I take a ? and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I'ma throw a head-butt so hard, I'll knock us both out
when nas writes a rhyme scheme like this
let me know
Really? When em can paint pics wit lyrics as vivid as nas let me know. -
They both nice. Their two different styles of rap so you can't really group them together.
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Cain_Marko wrote: »Check that ? ) Aight ? that ? , word word ? that other ? , you know what I'm sayin? We're gonna do a little something like this, you know what I'm sayin? (Is they up on this?) Keep it on and on and on and on and.. know what I'm sayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, ? what it is? (What it is like?) Hah, know what I'm sayin? You go 'head, do that ? ? [Nas] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Hennessey holders and old school ? , then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, ? who's the liver My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For ? no sheisty vice to just snipe you Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace ? !) Peace ? --now the ? is explained I'm taking ? on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that you all it's like that you all it's like that you all [Chorus: repeat scratches 4X] "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" -> [BizMarkie] "Comin outta Queensbridge" [Nas] One for the money Two for ? and foreign cars Three for Alize ? deceased or behind bars I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ? Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow and back down po-po when I'm vexed so my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail Judges hanging ? , uncorrect bails, for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace. I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat, that ? 's name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo ? "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man ? True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane [Chorus] "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. Me number won, and you know where me from
Lol, WOAT quote, but Memory Lane is a classic nonetheless.
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school ? , then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, ? who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For ? no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace ? !)
Peace ? -- now the ? is explained
I'm taking ? on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that you all it's like that you all it's like that you all
One for the money
Two for ? and foreign cars
Three for Alize ? deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ?
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hanging ? , uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that ? 's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
? "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still
Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man ?
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane -
Shock THread?? Troll THread?? w/e Nas by a quintillion light years. Nas is the GOAT Em is trash. Anyone saying Em is white and/or forfeits their opinion on hip hop forever.
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DMTxCannabis wrote: »Lol, WOAT quote, but Memory Lane is a classic nonetheless.
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school ? , then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, ? who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For ? no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace ? !)
Peace ? -- now the ? is explained
I'm taking ? on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that you all it's like that you all it's like that you all
One for the money
Two for ? and foreign cars
Three for Alize ? deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ?
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hanging ? , uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that ? 's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
? "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still
Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man ?
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
one of my favorites from him. -
Em easy
better albums overall
better style
better lyrics and wordplay
better debut
better sales.
ask urself if bad meets evil ? on dr
the answer is yes -
ItzGravitation wrote: »Nas easy
better albums overall
better style
better lyrics and wordplay
better debut
ask urself if dr ? on bad meets evil
the answer is yes
Not to mention Nas isn't concerned with swag rap like Wayne/YM. Nas is the GOAT.
