I don't know why people say shit like this...my guess is because they only listened to him when he blew up and didn't really know his music and Pac claimed the west coast..if he would have claimed the east (where he was born), people would have said he was one of the goats. nigga had several flows and put words together extremely wellcappadonna was a cab driver for a minute...
and when I worked in social services I had to find housing for his baby moms...
I have always said the same about Pac whenever Biggie comparisons were made.
Pac was one of the most influential controversial and intelligent rappers EVER...
But his vocal range delivery(meaning ENEMIESSSSSS/HENESYYYYYYY) and lyrics were average...
But on stage and when he hit your heart DAMN!!!![]()
this ain't average
Blast me but they didn't finish,
didn't diminish, my powers
so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
And fuck goin to jail
Cuz I ain't a crook, despite how I look
I don't sell ya-yo
They judging a brother like covers on books
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says ho
That let's me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I'm collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales... of young black males