Lyrically who is better vol 9 - Big Krit vs Wale
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All this attention
I don't even know what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bytch that everybody done fukked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why nikkas been textin' my cell
Callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shyt
That he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this propaganda
Rap shyt 'bout as real as Santa
Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden
Well last year they claim they ain't understand me
I'm buryin' nikkas
And pissin' on they graves
Another nikka, other nikka name on your chain
And they call me a slave
nikkas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin' at your manager, I think Krit's a God, man
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my shottie
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class put you off a thesaurus
Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper
But all my verses gonna be borrowed
So I'm a take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of
Recycle all of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into thinkin'
That your music was innovative
Frustrated
Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?
nikka please, this war ain't got shyt to do with us
God could physically come down and say "he the greatest
My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I'm a sit through this motherfukker
And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture"
And that wouldn't be enough
So fukk these haters and fukk these hoes
Damn right I still mean that
Hope the hook wasn't too simple
Either way nikka, I wrote it
Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track
I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony
I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme
fukk what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon
King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?
All these labels must be givin' out a raffle
Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nikka shackled
Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nikka
Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nikka
Might as well just do a lap dance, nikka
Sap ass nikka
Do whatever for some dap ass nikka
I ain't got time
To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen
The shyt that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind
Crackin' and bashin' the shyt out your spine
King with a crown, humble and tall
Tyrants never keep quiet, rather be violent
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges
You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi
What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul
So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it
Check it, fukk a Control
I don't even know what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bytch that everybody done fukked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why nikkas been textin' my cell
Callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shyt
That he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this propaganda
Rap shyt 'bout as real as Santa
Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden
Well last year they claim they ain't understand me
I'm buryin' nikkas
And pissin' on they graves
Another nikka, other nikka name on your chain
And they call me a slave
nikkas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin' at your manager, I think Krit's a God, man
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my shottie
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class put you off a thesaurus
Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper
But all my verses gonna be borrowed
So I'm a take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of
Recycle all of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into thinkin'
That your music was innovative
Frustrated
Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?
nikka please, this war ain't got shyt to do with us
God could physically come down and say "he the greatest
My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I'm a sit through this motherfukker
And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture"
And that wouldn't be enough
So fukk these haters and fukk these hoes
Damn right I still mean that
Hope the hook wasn't too simple
Either way nikka, I wrote it
Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track
I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony
I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme
fukk what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon
King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?
All these labels must be givin' out a raffle
Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nikka shackled
Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nikka
Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nikka
Might as well just do a lap dance, nikka
Sap ass nikka
Do whatever for some dap ass nikka
I ain't got time
To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen
The shyt that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind
Crackin' and bashin' the shyt out your spine
King with a crown, humble and tall
Tyrants never keep quiet, rather be violent
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges
You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi
What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul
So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it
Check it, fukk a Control
Indiglow Meta (R$G)
Ultra.
you sayin majority of the game is better than Krit lyrically?
School me then Baron
Show me dope use of multis by Wale.
Will be checking these out
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
smh lmao.
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
School me then Baron
Show me dope use of multis by Wale.
oh my god man
give me a minute.
[Verse 3: Wale]
Can't tell you 'bout that H dude
But I'll tell you 'bout this hate dude
And I'll show you where they raise a tool
I have a nikka late for the labels or the latest shoes
I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy attention
And the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a known emblem
Label whores that’ll fukk a sale and suck a store
Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Accord
Or afford, a Dodge, or a Ford
Where she end up on your knob cause she has never been adored
Lord help us, my generation come to an end
Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' swim?
I mean really why should I pretend?
Walk a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed
I'm reppin' my set, no matter who posin' against
Once I got hot, they only good option to vent
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PhonZhi
Veteran
Havent listened to much from KRIT but Wale is currently a top 10 lyricist on planet Earth
PhonZhi
Veteran
Honestly ive maybe heard like 5 total verses from dude. Have just never checked him out.
ManBearPig
half man half bearpig
He isn't a very good music maker.
I advised checkin outHonestly ive maybe heard like 5 total verses from dude. Have just never checked him out.
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