Lyrically who is better vol 9 - Big Krit vs Wale
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KravenMorehead™
Barrel Brothers.®
Krit is my nikka but Wale on this one
Indiglow Meta (R$G)
Ultra.
KRIT sounds like an advanced PIMP C...he makes good beats/music. He's not really that "nice"...and shouldn't be compared to somebody like Wale, who made his name from straight RAPPING.
THE MACHINE
night owl
How do you rap from the perspective of a Jesus piece
Not really that nice?
nikka he better lyrically than most peers
I can see someone saying Wale by edge but to say Krit shouldnt be compared. Hell nah.
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That's cool bruh but I'm asking for bars.
Nor stuff like storytelling or painting a picture
THE MACHINE
night owl
, let me ride, woah – let me rap a taste
We cut them corners like stoners 'til they evaporate
I had to break, no longer dancin' by the rhythm
A plunder suction of suckers, smoke, fukk it, I had to kill them, you know
nikkas ain't fukking with Cinematic
Half of these nikkas ain't even average
How is it the word classic gets tossed around?
But fukk them critics, I do this shyt here for the underground
Bubble hotter than multi lava that burn their summers down
Itty bitty tittie sucker – where them hoes you claim you fukkin'?
All up on my jock again, I get around like Pac and 'em
Slammin' sushi rolls tied with teryaki paint
I chop stick her dim sum enter the dragon
Sure enough, locusts, the grasshoppers is plenty
They peep my technique, but can never ever beat the sensei
Shogun, try me nikka, I know some, word to son
I crush they vertebras, my verbal play can weigh a ton
Elephant been in the room
They can't decipher for the life of many biters that challenge how we still consume
Cyphers of so many writers are like us are surely doomed
A king remembered in time, I thought you knew
bytch…
- Krit
The Wale verses I see are good but I don't see them being good as this
Or this
Early like the mornin', yawnin', wipe the crust from my third eye
To peep the true intentions of buzzards
Flock and chirp like they're lovers, but pull their talons in public
Scratch you out like the lotto, these nikkas hoes for the ducket's, I swear
Cause money make nikkas change like dollar bills
Seen it once or twice, nikka blocked your life, that shyt for real
Brutus came through thrice and he murked out Caesar after all them years
Now what makes you think your shyt don't stink and you won't get killed
Cause always someone riding, rolling their eyes
At the fact I'm a king and I'm so modest about my rivalries from
Other kingdoms, it's such an oddity that being humble could be a sign of weakness
When they know that I know that I body them so
Why waste the cavalry? No need for casualties
When nikkas know that their time is up, like what the fukk they rhymin' for?
What these labels signing for? It's hard to find it comical
Cause this ain't Saturday Night Live, no adlib, no high five, just chess moves
I wreck that shyt, never peck that shyt, bytch, how dare you?
I'm my only competition, there's no one else to compare to
Unless it's Zeus or Thor
Or a mystical creature that only eat beats and emcees so feed me more
I wonder if all this hard work really gonna pay up
While laying up in the villa with broads that's dying for me to slay on
Not even tripping on blog sites 'cause they draw light to them haters
Could let a nikka tell it, them nikkas is jealous comment on my flavors
Favors, shyt I don't do them hoes lately
Big frontyard, big backyard, have 'em send smoke signals to my neighbors
Got a driveway around my way, you a quarterback throwing papers
I ain't worried 'bout no jack boy, these white folks pullin' capers
Where I stay and I bet they think I'm a dopeboy
Cause I walk that way, and I talk that way to them folk boy
Sit my rims on the curb, Captain Phillips couldn't sail where I float, boy
Was a hustler at birth, I could sell Mr. Clean some soap boy
Been a while since I feel like talking that shyt
Over-confident, common sense, commonly that we get
Honesty is a commodity, similes ain't my shyt
I could say it's popping for sure, you probably think I'm frying fish
Maybe I was, ho
Cause dropping a boombox in your bathtub was the only way you could buzz mo'
And yeah, that's cutthroat
But it's slice her neck or cut a check
It ain't my shyt if It ain't wrecked
It must be y'alls if it was stepped on
Yo bytch a freak, fukked her to sleep
And that was the last time I was slept on
shyt, I woke up and fukked her again so she ain't sleep long, nikka
Early like the mornin', yawnin', wipe the crust from my third eye
To peep the true intentions of buzzards
Flock and chirp like they're lovers, but pull their talons in public
Scratch you out like the lotto, these nikkas hoes for the ducket's, I swear
Cause money make nikkas change like dollar bills
Seen it once or twice, nikka blocked your life, that shyt for real
Brutus came through thrice and he murked out Caesar after all them years
Now what makes you think your shyt don't stink and you won't get killed
Cause always someone riding, rolling their eyes
At the fact I'm a king and I'm so modest about my rivalries from
Other kingdoms, it's such an oddity that being humble could be a sign of weakness
When they know that I know that I body them so
Why waste the cavalry? No need for casualties
When nikkas know that their time is up, like what the fukk they rhymin' for?
What these labels signing for? It's hard to find it comical
Cause this ain't Saturday Night Live, no adlib, no high five, just chess moves
I wreck that shyt, never peck that shyt, bytch, how dare you?
I'm my only competition, there's no one else to compare to
Unless it's Zeus or Thor
Or a mystical creature that only eat beats and emcees so feed me more
I wonder if all this hard work really gonna pay up
While laying up in the villa with broads that's dying for me to slay on
Not even tripping on blog sites 'cause they draw light to them haters
Could let a nikka tell it, them nikkas is jealous comment on my flavors
Favors, shyt I don't do them hoes lately
Big frontyard, big backyard, have 'em send smoke signals to my neighbors
Got a driveway around my way, you a quarterback throwing papers
I ain't worried 'bout no jack boy, these white folks pullin' capers
Where I stay and I bet they think I'm a dopeboy
Cause I walk that way, and I talk that way to them folk boy
Sit my rims on the curb, Captain Phillips couldn't sail where I float, boy
Was a hustler at birth, I could sell Mr. Clean some soap boy
Been a while since I feel like talking that shyt
Over-confident, common sense, commonly that we get
Honesty is a commodity, similes ain't my shyt
I could say it's popping for sure, you probably think I'm frying fish
Maybe I was, ho
Cause dropping a boombox in your bathtub was the only way you could buzz mo'
And yeah, that's cutthroat
But it's slice her neck or cut a check
It ain't my shyt if It ain't wrecked
It must be y'alls if it was stepped on
Yo bytch a freak, fukked her to sleep
And that was the last time I was slept on
shyt, I woke up and fukked her again so she ain't sleep long, nikka
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THE MACHINE
night owl
The Bloom
Relationship song but the word play is incredible.
Relationship song but the word play is incredible.
spliz
SplizThaDon
Nah Krit could legitimately rap when he wants too. Listen to 1 Train by Asap Rocky. Krit had one of the best verses on that shyt. Or somethin like this.
This is not a bad comparison at all.
H. Selassie
Black Royalty
Im voting for the one who washed Kendrick, Action Bronson, Joey Badass, Danny Brown, Yelawolf and ASAP Rocky on the same track