who has a sicker rhyme scheme banks or fabolous

[the rhyme king]

i think fabolous got a sicker rhyme scheme

Witha A-Stak of the Droz
It stay stacks in my clothes
And I run Brooklyn, itz lookin like Jay pass me the torch (yea)
An they asses is scorched, Cause they ass on the portch
I may pass in the porsche
K blastin with force
If they askin to cross
Then they asses is lost (lost)
Google could'ntfind them
Your noodles if you sign them
You need to get some pitz cause them poodles that's behind them
No they ain't gon squeeze duck sauce on fried rice
nikka I let you slide twice
Three times the charm
Ya "b" moms is on
We time the Bomb, the hood is like Iraq
And me I'm Sadam, Hu-SAin, new chains, who change new range
Same color as the fantastic four suit
Heard em talkin slick so he ran pass the bar stool (come here)
Started walkin quick then he ran fast as sports coupes (vroom)
By a week later yo man passed a law sute (what's this?)
I was like DDDDDAAAAMMMM

 

[the cac mamba]

 

[EducatedBrothaFromTheBank]

Yea, great rhyme scheme

 

[Emperor Sol]

son, your threads get 1 starred so fast that by the time I already click on them someone's already 1 starred it

 

[Banned Account12]

both of them suck

 

[Oroko Saki]

*Votes this as the worst thread of the year*

 

[hex]

What has the sicker one-star scheme, our solar system or this thread?



Fred.

 

[Breezay]

Banks

 

[Pop123]

sh!t worked on SOHH occasionally, not here though, lol, tougher crowd.

 

[Oroko Saki]

Who invited this guy to post here?

 

[tkislive]

so what were thinking or doing,when you thought about making one of the worst topics in blog history? you dont even deserve replys...this topic is the personality of a wet cloth...

 

[Asdfhhklpiyrewss]

I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her bytch, like she Queen Latifah
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper
This shyt can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm sliding through the raucous, with Prada on the chuckers
So the spring break hoes home from college want to fukk us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers
I sic Rottweilers on you fukkers
Cops following to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros
When it come to paper, I blow the soul out a hero
I'mma break before I lay in the floor buried, besides
Every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, we're smoking by the big screen
Changing the channel, looks like I'm playing the Game Boy
I know the watch bothering your vision
But reach, and I put a dot on your head
Like it's part of your religion
Why party with a pigeon? I'm blowing a ten
Because Bush handing out flyers, for a party in the prison
I'm in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare nikkas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
But it ain't a problem getting dressed
Because my closet got more aisles than Pathmark
Run when we starting a raid
Or leave with twelve shells in your mouth, like a carton of eggs
I'm a young pimp, pardon my age
I don't got long hair, but if I did she'd be parting my braids
nikkas find out what club they at, take them with us
And run trains on them, like a subway map
Your advance is a grey Acura
See these record labels got most artists getting fukked like the gay rapper
I go to college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nikka, next to Wallace and Shakur
Keep your ammo clean, Tech's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hampers that monitor the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh out of surgery, flashy as a fukk, you going to have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leaving with your Nikes burgundy, white T: burgundy
You match now, back down
nikkas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on a boat, with weed smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years
Bezzy and the rope, remotes and lifting chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcher
You're better off with the stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin' nuttin', but you french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio laying my vocals, nikka

 

[cam_e_ron50]

banks victory verse>>>>fabs career