am i the only one that thinks pac was better then biggie lyrically

[the rhyme king]

Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
nikkaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shytty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw nikkaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene nikkaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fukkin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfukkers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bytch nikka eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong

 

[Artfull Dodger]

SERIOUSLY STOP MAKING THESE THREADS ........

 

[Gotright]

You might not be the only one but it's only a few of y'all who would think that dumb ass shyt

 

[Tuling]

Remember back in the days when nikkas had waves
Cazal shades and corn braids
Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies
Shooting skelly, motherfukkers was all friendly
Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews
With the neighborhood crews, hanging on the avenues
Turn your pagers to 1993
nikkas is getting smoked, G: believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street nikkas ain't having that shyt
Toting Tecs for rep, smoking blunts in the project
Hallways, shooting dice all day
Wait for nikkas to step up on some fighting shyt
We get hype and shyt and start lighting shyt
So step away with your fist-fight ways
Motherfukker, this ain't back in the days -
But you don't hear me though

Yes, you're the only one