Who Has The Better Flow; Raekwon or Lloyd Banks? Poll Added
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feelosofer
#ninergang
Banks, stylistically is a son of Raekwon who is one of the sons of Kool G.
Raekwon has one of the nicest flows of all time.
Raekwon has one of the nicest flows of all time.
LogicFirst
Banned
Ok, here's where we disagree. Banks can go scheme for scheme with anyone.
Look at this
"You Know The Deal" lyrics
LLOYD BANKS LYRICS
Play "You Know The D…"
on Amazon Music
"You Know The Deal"
(feat. Rakim)
Uh, Uh, Yeah
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nikka run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, nikkas won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nikka spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
nikkas better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
nikka I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fukk, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
nikka that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart fakkit
I prey nikkas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You b*stards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
nikkas shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty
Faster Blade my favorite off Ironman
LogicFirst
Banned
Raekwon is the better artist but verse for verse syllable Banks flows smother
Menelik II
I wanna see receipts!
LogicFirst
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Menelik II
I wanna see receipts!
LogicFirst
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LogicFirst
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listen to the "how many mcs" belownot impressed. didnt know there were banks stans till i came on the coli
IllmaticDelta
Veteran
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LogicFirst
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pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
Ok, here's where we disagree. Banks can go scheme for scheme with anyone.
Look at this
"You Know The Deal" lyrics
LLOYD BANKS LYRICS
Play "You Know The D…"
on Amazon Music
"You Know The Deal"
(feat. Rakim)
Uh, Uh, Yeah
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nikka run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, nikkas won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nikka spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
nikkas better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
nikka I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fukk, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
nikka that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart fakkit
I prey nikkas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You b*stards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
nikkas shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty
Thug related style attract millions
Fans, they understand my plan
Who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin, hourglass heads nikkaz be wantin
Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real nikkas lick shots, peace kinetic
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real nikkaz raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big nikka mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
nikkaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
You want to battle for cash and see who Sun too?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap nikkaz who fax
nikkaz lyrics is wack nikka
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin salads
We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shyt sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a article in RapPage
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And nikkaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
I do this for barber shop nikkaz in the Plaza
Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
Upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
Leave the buildin
nikkas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Farigno on coke
Yo, Africans denyin nikkaz up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
You bytches who fukk dreds on Sudafeds
p*ssy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, nikka, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!
LogicFirst
Banned
pure fire
LogicFirst
Banned
Can Rae ride a west coast beat or a southern beat?