Pac saying he would destroy krs, rakim and ll

[Immortalized Outlaw]

PAC was too much then and now, the fact people discuss him everyday makes him on another level. I love NY and forever will, either let him rest or respect him at age of 25 his music lives on.

 

[Trapped]

I don't even think it was meant as a form of disrespect - Pac just stated that he considers himself on the same level and that he is confident enough to take them on if shyt went down.

He called LL by name - and the latter was scared to respond and mostly dropped subliminals. Let's not get it twisted - LL looks tough, but he ain't have the heart to go at Pac when he was alive. Plus, compared to Pac and others in 1996 - LL was irrelevant, almost Chino XL status.

 

[drugxglory]

It's sad to see how little people really know about Pac, even on a board like this. Most cats have a completely one-dimensional vision of what he was about and grossly misinterpret his every action and word.
And then people wonder why hip hop is dead, when people are more interested in learning about new wack artists instead of studying its legends..

"The fame is an illusion.."

 

[LilJuicyTaco]

The "W" is from West Coast gang culture but people like Mc Eiht had been repping it for years. Ice Cube was on some East Coast ish for a while everyone knows that. Even Ice-T wasn't happy about his fake West vs East bs. Ice put himself in the middle of a Blood, Mack-10 and a Crip, WC (Who had been throwing up the 'W' as well.) and played a role. So I gotta agree with Pac.

Pac DID have a death wish just as he said on 'Life of an Outlaw'. On one of the early Tupac documentaries it talks about him having a prophecy on his life that said he would live to 25. On the unsolved mysteries that came out after he got popped they mentioned he thought he wouldn't live to 25 but was wrong by a few months. That's why he worked like he did, not because he wanted off of death row but because he KNEW was going to die near his 25th birthday. Go and listen to the original "Made and my closet road dog" with Big Syke. He believed it and in turn didn't give a fukk PERIOD.

 

[puppetmaster]

Few things online are as consistently entertaining like "what if" threads involving 2Pac








It is crazy at 25 where he was with his world view and perspective tho. As was mentioned Pac would have been tough to serve on wax because of how deep the streets rode for him even if someone legend or not landed solid shots on him and there was a LOT to go in on







-P-

 

[the rhyme king]

The "W" is from West Coast gang culture but people like Mc Eiht had been repping it for years. Ice Cube was on some East Coast ish for a while everyone knows that. Even Ice-T wasn't happy about his fake West vs East bs. Ice put himself in the middle of a Blood, Mack-10 and a Crip, WC (Who had been throwing up the 'W' as well.) and played a role. So I gotta agree with Pac.

pac was right on that.

 

[The Ruler 09]

I get what Pac was coming from. Destroy them how though? In terms of getting people on his side and winning a war situation.. quite possibly. In a battle.... that might be more difficult against KRS, Rakim and even LL. He did have the capability to do similar styles to theirs though, I''ve heard it, some shyt sounds straight up KRS inspired, did he master Rakim's style completly? I'd say no. But I get his general point, he had studied their style and could do it at a good level, he could do a lot of what LL did in regards to the love songs too. He could also do some fo what KRS did in terms of the conciousness but that Rakim shyt.. at Ra's prime... I never heard Pac or anyone for that matter do that quite like Ra. I think Pac worded that wrong though and shouldn't have said it like that, and Pac is my favourite artist of all time bar none, but I think he just got carried away a little in that statement.

 

[The Ruler 09]

Yeah I said it... Ra is lyrically over rated. Someone give me a dope bar from Ra

There's too many dope Rakim bars to quote, found a random one...


Verse 1:

Do you ever sit back and get a little too high,

start thinking what happens to you when you die?

Does your soul rest where your coffin is,

or is death just a metamorphosis?

Does life go on in the mental form,

If we live a good life will we get reborn?

Is it a heaven or we trapped in hell?

Where do we go from here, nobody came back to tell.

If we reincarnated or perish in time,

could you shine when darkness inherits your mind?

And your eyes closed for good, you out the galaxy now,

Is this subconscious dream my reality now?

Listen to brain, with no physical frame,

Could we return to the hood on a spiritual plane?

Ask yourself,If I pass tonight,

Am I prepared for what's after life?

 

[The Ruler 09]

There's too many dope Rakim bars to quote, found a random one...


Verse 1:

Do you ever sit back and get a little too high,

start thinking what happens to you when you die?

Does your soul rest where your coffin is,

or is death just a metamorphosis?

Does life go on in the mental form,

If we live a good life will we get reborn?

Is it a heaven or we trapped in hell?

Where do we go from here, nobody came back to tell.

If we reincarnated or perish in time,

could you shine when darkness inherits your mind?

And your eyes closed for good, you out the galaxy now,

Is this subconscious dream my reality now?

Listen to brain, with no physical frame,

Could we return to the hood on a spiritual plane?

Ask yourself,If I pass tonight,

Am I prepared for what's after life?

used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls

And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll

Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed

It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold

I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up

nikkas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up

Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"

Big nikkas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up

Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists

And convicts, killers and dons

Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers

Stick up kids, thugs, real nikkas and gods

Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf

Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth

Since the Moon separated from Earth

That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse

It's the


R Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A Allah who I praise to the fullest

K Keep it moving, I Stand alone

M It's my crown, my world, my throne


Aiyyo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs

To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that

Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack

That know rap before they turned coke to crack

To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms

Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars

The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve

Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God

Chicks moan just to get next to my throne

And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone

Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone

Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone

Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003

Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me

Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the

 

[The Ruler 09]

used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls

And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll

Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed

It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold

I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up

nikkas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up

Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"

Big nikkas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up

Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists

And convicts, killers and dons

Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers

Stick up kids, thugs, real nikkas and gods

Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf

Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth

Since the Moon separated from Earth

That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse

It's the


R Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A Allah who I praise to the fullest

K Keep it moving, I Stand alone

M It's my crown, my world, my throne


Aiyyo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs

To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that

Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack

That know rap before they turned coke to crack

To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms

Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars

The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve

Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God

Chicks moan just to get next to my throne

And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone

Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone

Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone

Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003

Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me

Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the

Through my travels, I try to take righteous steps

Because right or left could mean life or death

No matter how trife it get, my sights is set

But it's twice the threat when the night is death


My mental windows refuse to close, they get exposed

To the neighborhood info where the poison wind blows

A deadly plague spreadin' negativity, viciously

Unto every city be in ghetto misery


Don't let it get to me, the writer be left to die

But it get mesmerize if it catch your eye

Shines enormous, from pure revered Kool's and garments

But it's torment, jealousy drug wars or warring


Tallying, slowly turnin' into barbarians

More scary when the whole boulevard's carryin'

Livin' in the world of sin, my ghetto girls and men

Waiting for the world to end



"You got ambition?" Shorty said, "Man listen

I got demands for livin', can't stand division

Make grands on my mission, till everything glisten

Women in the expedition, no plans for prison


In a vision the city get, 2 milleni G

Sittin' in my MSC sippin' Hennesy

Gettin' high and watch life pass me by

So I asked him," Why?"


Wit a fast reply he said, "I'm livin' just to die without any feelings

So I wait here for my Maker till it's time to go

Wit this dime I know, wit all of her girls and all of my mens

Waitin' for the world to end"

 

[Olu Dara]

Ban this fakkit

 

[The Ruler 09]

Just when things seemed the same and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained, for the brains 'til things change
They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged, been regained by King James


Go to practice with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics

Women that look like actress, the status of Cleopatra's

Stacks of mathematics to feed your A G a geatics

As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic


No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is

I rip shows, stay focused and split cheese with soldiers

While you hit trees and coast, I spit flows that be ferocious

And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses


Shine permanently, only my mind's concernin' me

Fire burns in me eternally, time's eternity

Followers turn on me, they'll be in a mental infirmary

Determinely advance technology, better than Germany


Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over

I was always the flower, I made waves for Noah

From a compound to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom

Some of my rap patterns still surround Saturn


From the ancient hieroglyphics to graffiti painted pictures

I study, I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious

Date back I go beyond, check the holy Quran

To speeches at the autobahn, now we get our party on


So being benificent, I bless 'em with dialogue

They expectin' the next testament, by the God

I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperone

Blast beat with saxophones, one of the baddest rappers known


Every country, city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto

Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough, enough to echo

When it was one mass of land with one nash' of man

And the whole mass was ran, under one master plan


Since the world's metamorphis and the plan is kept in orbit

Turntables we spin, awkward but needles never skip off it

Rhythms we expressin', similar to our ancestors

It'll answer your questions if you understand the message


From the days of the slave choppers to the new age of prophets

As heavy as hip hop is, I'm always ready to drop it

From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs

And mines'll stand the test of time when I rhyme


The 18th Letter, the prophecy professor

I stay clever, long as the planet stay together

Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better

In new days to remember, always and forever


The 18th Letter, the prophecy professor

I stay clever, long as the planet stay together

Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better

In new days to remember, always and forever


The R baby

 

[King Sun]

pac has never released a better diss track than krs.

 

[Canada Goose]

pac has never released a better diss track than krs.

What diss song KRS made was better than the masterpieces known as Hit em up and Against all odds?

Prodigy wanted to shoot/Kill/fukk up Pac over that Hit em up diss


Against all odds made Nas cry

at any KRS diss topping these two Pac disses

 

[frush11]

I swear 2Pac stans(not fans, which I am)are the funniest people on earth.